This is a One-on-One RP between Blue Demon and PopeAlessandros. If you are not us, please do not post! But feel free to read :P
Player: Blue Demon
Name: Shigetoshi Sanada
Hair: Short and Black
Skin: Olive/brown colored (Ish, he's Asian. :P)
Clothes: Traditional Kimono. (If you click on the link, the one I'm picturing is the right one). Grey in color, simple in style. The only color comes from the sash, which he has three. Two blue and one white.
Accessories: Wooden sandals.
Skills: Shigetoshi really only knows how to run his Bathhouse/Inn. He's good with money and organization.
Personality: Shigetoshi is a cheerful man. He enjoys living alone during the winter and having a full Inn during the summer. Sometimes he does get lonely and has thought about getting a pet, but hasn't. Shigetoshi oftentimes is forgetful. When on his own he neglects his own health, focusing in the Inn rather than his own person. Shigetoshi often gets pestered by the women who visit the Inn to get married, but hasn't mainly because he likes men.
Background: Shigetoshi was born to Koko Sanada and Naoki Sanda. His mother, Koko died in child birth. His father, Naoki raised Shigetoshi until Shigetoshi turned eighteen, when one day his father just left and never came back. Since then he has run his family Inn as well as he could. It's a little ways out of town, but the Hot Springs are amazing, so there was never a lack of patrons. He's content with his life in on the mountain.
Age: N/A, but looks 20ish
Height: 6' 1"
Sealed - Classic shaggy short cut with a low jagged bang line
Unsealed - Thin, knee length, parted in the middle, bangs are the same length as the rest of the hair.
Sealed - Black
Unsealed - Steely Gray
Build: Thin, a faint muscle tone if you look close
Sealed - Comes in wearing a thick black sweater and bluejeans but changes into one of the kimono provided by the Inn right away. Classic gray kimono with black obi and mesh sandals.
Unsealed - Thin black kimono that seems to have a life of it's own, when not billowing, drags on the ground for about 5 ft behind and the edges all look tattered. The sleeves are really wide and touch the ground when his arms hang down. On the back is a luminescent crescent moon.
Accessories: Silver ear cuff on right ear with dark blue stone set in it.
Powers/Skills(If Applicable): Shinigami powers.
General Personality: Tatsuki is very dedicated to his work, but he has a faint soft spot for humans and often goes over deadline to give them time to say good-bye to friends and family, or to right some wrong they did. He tends not to talk much, and prefers to keep to himself, but his kind nature prompts him to often times sit and listen to others' problems.
Background: To be revealed.
Opening his hand carefully, Tatsuki releases the soul from his grasp. The pale white light flickers slightly as it rises slowly into the darkness. High above the cloak of rebirth glitters brilliantly, each little light another soul waiting to be reborn. Letting out a small sigh Tatsuki walks slowly backwards out the great doors leading to the world beyond. The great rough hewn doors swing slowly shit before him, making not a sound as they vanish from sight. Reaching up he scratches behind an ear, a huge yawn escaping his lips.
'That one was almost a mess. I hope I have some time for some rest before they send me another one like that' Tugging at his bangs a bit Tatsuki says a little prayer for the soul he'd harvested before turning on his heel and starting off down the cobblestone street. As a shinigami, collecting souls is the main part of Tatsuki's job, and he loves his job. Scuffing the ground with his foot he smiles slightly as he recalls the look on the boy's face as he had gathered his soul, taking it away from his sick and failing body. It's smiles like that that make his job the best in the worlds.
A slight shiver passes through him as the cool pre winter wind finds it's way through the thick fabric of his sweater. Curling his arms about him Tatsuki glances about, seeking some place to take shelter from the breeze. The old Japaneses village has an air of age and despite the obvious western influences here and there. His own clothing are from the western world, having just come from a job in England before being rushed off to this small village for a quick job. Rubbing his shoulders he walks on. To his left is a tall wooden wall surrounding the local Lord's home, while to the right is mostly small shops and carts.
At this time of night, there is no one around, but it's still a bit unsettling for the young shinigami when one of the spirit world's messengers suddenly materializes out of nowhere on the street before him. Instinctively he looking around, just in case anyone happened to be around to see the messenger’s arrival before marching forward and holding out his hand. The black clad messenger, it's eyes barely visible from underneath it's hood glitter unnaturally as it hands over Tatsuki's next assignment. As soon as the small bit of parchment touches his hand it vanishes and the words written upon it sear themselves into his mind. The messenger then bows and vanishes to the sound of cloth caught in a high wind.
With a sigh Tatsuki runs his hand through his hair and starts off towards his destination. 'A hot springs inn huh? And six days until it's time. Good, I can check in and relax a bit before the big day' A smile creeps on to his lips, and with a last look around the street he steps into a small crack in space, appearing an instant later a few yards away from his destination. He peeks around a tree to make sure no one is around. Spotting no one he walks towards the rather large complex setting against a wall of rock.
He takes in the sight of tactfully colored wooden walls, a beautiful arch over the main doorway. His keen eyes spot the steam issuing from behind the main structure and his smile widens. 'Nothing like a good soak' Reaching into his pocket he pulls out the money purse provided to all shinigami, one which issues forth a never ending stream of whatever currency needed. He checks to make sure the money has converted properly before slipping it back into his pocket and making his way to the front door. Sliding the door open he calls out politely, “Pardon me.” Sliding the door shut, he revels in the warmth now enveloping him.