Hello there, below is going to be a list of my favorite characters. They range from anime's(bleach, Naruto,Inuyasha, Yu yu hakusho,ect) to my original ideas and thoughts. If any of them interest you feel free to send me a PM on here. The templates's they are in should specify where they are from VIA history, and race. These applications will vary from first person too third, it just depends on how i felt when i was writing it. I typically roleplay in third person.

Tokyo Ghoul



Personality: Like most Americans, Riley is rather apathetic, she doesn’t really care for much. Something that would excite most, would only get a bored glance from the Spade woman. Too say the woman is clever would be an understatement, due to her size, she isn’t that strong... but with her wit she is a formidable foe. She has that , “been- there- done- that." aura around herself, almost as if she had seen everything in her short life time, and with that comes a rather cynical side of the ghoul. Riley always expects the worse, and often blames the unfortunate events that befall upon her as her bad luck; but that never dissuades the young woman. She goes full frontal at everything, she doesn’t risk her life as much as she likes too pretend she. She knows when too run and when too fight, and when she has no choice but too run or fight. When given the choice too fight, she often doesn’t go her all out, unless she has too; often she’ll toy and inspect her enemies attacks, before giving her all out. Given her current race, she has mixed feelings on both her human kind, and her Ghoulkin. She often starves herself, in an attempt too save as many lives as she can, eating just enough too survive. Even though she is strong, she is not at her fullest potential because of her dietary choices. The woman has the mindset of a warrior, always be on guard almost as if the entire world had just been a battle field. On the exterior, Riley tries too be as friendly as she can be, since moving too Tokyo she tries too keep habits of her old life out of her new life. She is friendly, and tries her best too help out others, and keep her nose out of situations. However, the interior showed at times, when she was hungry, or the unfortunate times she had too handle; this was when she was known as the Time Hound, when she welcomed the thought of death and the thought of blood and the yearning for her regret, the self destructive ghoul, and her curse too be half and deal with the conflicting thoughts.

Backstory: Riley, Spade had been born on December, 21st; it had been a cold night when she had been born; and her mother had been alone. Her father, her ... human father, had long left her mother. He was scum so too speak, so she would be alone that cold fateful night. The night that would change Riley’s fate, change her soul from human, to halfling. It was almost like her mother had taken on the devil himself that night, her water had broke and the cab could only go so far too the hospital, her mother decided too hobble the way too the hospital. Perhaps it had been the fresh blood, or maybe the ghoul who had attacked her mother had been starving. Riley would have tried too figure out what exactly happened, but her mother had been attacked not even five feet from the entrance of the hospital in a cold Pennslyvanian town. Her mother would have been rushed into the hospital, the entire hospital has been on cold blue, a pregnant woman attacked while in labor.

Oddly enough, it wasn’t in the papers, not her mother’s attack... her mother’s death, or her miraculous birth. She had been raised in an orphanage until the time she hit five, that was when she had matured too the point her Kagune had grown, and it had activated the Ghoul blood line in her. She had destroyed the entire orphanage, devouring everyone and everything in the orphanage, from human food too.. humans, that was when she caught their attention. A group called The Spade gang, the had been a militia in a sorts, run by a ghoul, and the pawns had been humans. She had never learned how they caught wind of her, but they came a day too late. Sage Spade, the leader of the group had come personally, he had been the kind of man that could never be forgotten.

No one would be able to forget that kind of evil, it almost reminded her as if it was a universal evil.

He had known what she was the moment his ghoul eyes had landed on her, and from that point in she had been his protege, at first she was hardly the warrior he wanted. She would have been beaten down too almost death in most of her teachings, she dealt with things not as a child would, she had been a killer. For the first ten years of her life with him, anytime she would activate her Kagune, she would be punished severely.. he had trained her too fight like a human because that’s how you killed one. One devoured the humans like a ghoul, but too kill one as if they were a ghoul, had been insulting too ghoul kind. Sage had been the only ghoul she had been exposed too, and she knew only his cruelty, however; the humans of his militia had not been as cruel.. in fact they often defended her. They saw her as a child, but Sage had known what she was a killing machine.

In her upbringing, she found too see humans and ghouls as something she should not eat, even if Sage had often forced it upon her; it was always his way. Riley grew up in the militia only knowing them, taking in the crew as her last name as the rest of the Spades would, it was almost like the main thing that made them family, ink.. not blood. The militia was a private sector and her life style, when she turned fifteen.. the day she got her mask and that day the Time Hound was born. Sage looked into her eyes, his mask had it’s own eery effect too it and he would tell her. “If they live longer then ten minutes, you lose.” and too this day she lives by that kill rule. The private sector would be hired too do the government’s dirty work, little favors for congressmen, pretty much whoever could pay them for it.

She would grow too become Sage’s right hand. Rumors of the Time Hound had haunted the streets long before the American Government brought Ghoul’s too light, and alot of the ghoul terrorist attacks had been something the American government would plan. She had kept the Time Hound at bay, Sage would have clearly treated the young Riley as if she had been his lap dog, it was hard to deny the fact that she had been just as obedient and loyal as one too the cruel ghoul. Riley has no reason for her betrayal, no reason good enough for Sage, Riley simply wished too have freedom, on her twenty-fifth birthday was the day she had betrayed her leader, she would travel across the states until she was damn near chased out of the states.

Sage had not taken her betrayal well and would swear his vengeance on her.

This is where her story starts, now... the time she can say every action was her own, and she’d face every consequence and enjoy it’s bitter sweet stings. Moving away from the empty docks she would walk towards the crowded part of the city. Welcome home.

Mask:


Kagune Type: Bikaku
Kagune Description: Riley’s Kagune is a Bikaku, and it takes form as almost ten separate tails that are the color of blood. The tails seem too be extendable, if there is blood around(puddles, droplets, pools) the tails can move separately and use the blood almost as portals, if there i any other blood source else where they can come out of it. Once in offense mode the fine hairs on the Kagune, will bristle out and come too points like needles. These needles can be thrown or used too cut through the area. In the defensive mode, the tails will coil around her, and become incredibly hard too break.

Affiliation: None

Other:

Riley mainly attacks as a human then a ghoul, her main weapons her guns and her daggers. There is twelve in total, and they can cut through most Ghoul flesh. She keeps the daggers at the sides of her jacket, and her guns are nested tightly into her lower back.

Name: Sythe Du La Tombes
Age: Twenty Four
Blood Status: Pure Blood
(Former)House: I'm afraid I didn't go to Hogwarts, growing up in a small village in the french alps,I ended up going to Beauxbatons
Tell us all about your character:

Oh, bonjour - agréable de vous rencontrer, je suis Sythe Du La Tombes et je m'applique à cette école- er.. Sorry about that, sometimes I forget i’m not at home, haha- it only really happens when i’m excited really, I am Sythe Du La Tombes, born and raised near the French Alps, yes- I am a bit far from home, but I don’t mind. I guess I should start by saying this, I am a pureblood, my mother had been Aurora BlueFeather, a witch who had went too this lovely school- Hogwarts, she had been rather good at creating potions from a young age,and excelled rather quickly in her classes, becoming rather popular, another thing about her is that she loved quidditch,although she never really did play it, I suppose she had been afraid of heights. My father had been from France, his name had been Augustin Du La Tombes, his family a rather rich one in France, known to most for his wisdom beyond his years, he had also been a rather famous quidditch player in France, i’m afraid his focuses went else where, my mother promises he could have went pro. They had met one year, and hit it off- however due to the distance became simple pen pals, love letters had always been sent, and eventually my mother moved to France to be with him. He would later become an Auror and my mother, she stayed a stay at home wife.

They had my brother first, a cold cruel man- that’s what most say about their older siblings but i’m afraid mine went more to..the sociopathic levels of cruelty, his name had been Alderic, and even too this day his name instills fear into me, I have to admit. After my brother had been born,my parents decided to marry- and that’s when they had me, my brother had only been three years older then myself- but he had been sent to Hogwarts, on my mother wishes- little did I know, she simply wanted to keep him away from the family, it had been winter...when a most unfortunate event had occured- I had been practicing my skills- even if it had been winter break, my father almost demanded perfection in both of us- Alderic and I, and in all honesty looking back now..it made more sense then I could ever see.

It was late, and I had been on my way home, when I had been attacked- by a white wolf type creature, at the time I hadn’t known any protection spells, and the following attack is what led to deep scars along my back, I hadn’t known that the wolf..had been a werewolf, I should have died there. My brother, had been in the area though, and merely an hour later- he had found me, and brought me to my parents, my father had been quiet hysterical..I was his only daughter.. my mother however, knowing her potions and what not had quickly gone to work on me, and without her knowledge..I’m afraid I wouldn’t be here today. Yes..I know... most school’s would never allow a werewolf in it..none the less let it be a teacher..but please...before you make your judgment, see that my honesty is a way of me showing that I am trying.

My mother, took me under her wing when I had recovered, showing me how to make wolfsbane- and I might add..it tastes horrible- and I once had that unfortunate mistake of devouring a skunk when I had been in my wolf form, i'd rather take the skunk any day over my medicine, but I take it, for the sake of my humanity- for the sake of the safety of others.But I'm getting off topic, when i had turned fifteen, my brother had ran away, I had never known why, but not long after he left, my mother had announced that I myself would be an older sister, scared that i would hurt my younger sibling, i begged my mother that she would send me away to Hogwarts.. however she wanted me to stay close to home, and I stayed at Beauxbatons, my younger sister Emma had been born when I had been at school, and she had a natural learning ability when it came to potions and herbs, it made my mother proud, knowing that she had a daughter just like herself, when I came back however my father had changed slightly, he seemed more off- now that I am older..I guess that the proper word for his actions had been that of a paranoid being, and that had also been the year that he- himself started teaching me, defense against the dark arts- not that i hadn't been learning it at school... he told me just to consider his teachings the advanced teachings.

To be quiet honest, at first... I wasn't that good, but I am a quick learner, even too this day, and I caught on quiet well. When I turned eighteen I graduated from Beauxbatons, on the day of my birthday of all days, Emma had only been three at the time, and I had more control over my werewolf form then I thought I never could have, honestly it's really hard to control the animalistic tendacies I have, I'd take my steak on the rare side, even harder to control it when it's on that side..this part..is a bit grim I have to say..but I will remain honest, and tell you that the day I left Beauxbatons, It had been a full moon, and I remember this so vividly..it's like it ...just happened yesterday.

You never quiet forget the face of a werewolf..especially the one who left you for dead, on the nights of the fullmoon, I stayed in the higher parts of the mountain..hunting rams and any unfortunate beings that fall in my path...but something led me home that night, and when I had gotten there..the scent of blood had been thick in the air.. naturally i went to the source, my father.. had been bleeding near death, underneath a beautiful silver werewolf...the same werewolf that had attacked myself, perhaps weres do rely on pack instinct, because i attacked that wolf, tackled him and broke through the window, I don't remember much of the fight, but the wolf hadn't gotten away in my rage, i had broken it's legs, and nearly killed it, if it hadn't been for my mother, she declared to me..."I can't have my daughter killing my son." Hahaha, how incredulous...but the next morning it had been true- it had been Alderic..he had killed my father.

My father...a kind man who thought muggles and and mudbloods had been equals.. a kind man who took in his two, beast of children. I don't know what was wrong with Alderic, but had had been..happy at the damage he caused.. he had.. been gloating to me, how he always wanted too end our father's life, how he always wanted me to be a werewolf with him, I didn't quiet understand at the time, and even though now...he's in Azkaban, and ever since that day.. I promised to protect those from people like him, those who threw away their humanity oh so long ago.

I spent the rest of my time, traveling- learning hat I can to keep back the beast within, learning what I can too save those who are too weak to fend for themselves, to protect them from people like my wicked older brother, to protect people like my mother and younger sister, which is why I wish to teach here.
Position: Head of House for RavenClaw/ THE DARK ARTS | AUROR

FULL NAME: Osiris Maximus III
NICK NAME: God- that has a nice ring to it. Call me anything else besides that and my name, and there will be an issue, got it memorized?
AGE: 19
BLOODTYPE: Pureblood
FORMER HOUSE/SCHOOL: Gryffindor
HOUSE: Gryffindor
YEAR: Fourth
MAJOR: Transfiguration

PERSONALITY:

Where to start? I’m overall a perfect person, really. I love myself, not much a fan of muggles, cry babies or muggle lovers, if it was up to me they’d be a free work force for us much more powerful beings, seriously- how distasteful they are. For some reason not a lot of people like me, I’m perfectly okay with that, simply because i don’t need to surround myself with morons who probably couldn’t even defend their selves in a wizard battle, none the less a fist fight. After all, the sharpest lives are the deadliest to lead. I like fighting, I love conflict, without it...well there’d be no great stories, no tragedies to read about, life would just be a boring husk of peacefulness! How lame is that?

I hate a lot of people, and I don’t use the word lightly, I hate morons,I hate people who are overly happy, excited, loud. GOD, the list could drag on and on, really i can only think of two or three people i tolerate.
I also like to flirt- nothing else really. I like girls more then guys, I can’t keep a real conversation with them, that and girls are fun to look at in all honesty- and if I can’t keep a conversation with a girl.. well... like I said, they are fun to look at. I also really like quidditch, maybe it’s just the pure blood in me, but.. I can’t stay away from a good game of it, and good games are rare to come by, as said before most people..are boring to me, but honestly- few can amuse a god amongst men, ahem- myself.

FAMILY: Osiris Maximus II(Father)
Donna Noble(Mother)
Natasha Rose Noble(Elder Sister)
Tyler Derian Noble(Elder Brother)

I grew up in France, to say my family was wealthy...well that’d be a bit of an understatement, my grandfather, Osiris the first, discovered some rare dragon in egypt- and that pretty much set our family for a very long time, in all honesty I doubt we will ever be..i suppose the polite way to put it is peasant? Do people even use that word anymore? God, i hope i’m long dead before our family meets that fate- not like i’d let it happen while i’m alive. But back to the point, I guess cause I was the youngest, my parents gave me what I wanted, a lot of people call me a spoiled brat, but that’s just because they are jealous.

Anyways, France is full of beautiful people, I’ve always been the best looking even as a young child before I knew magic correctly- I got into alot of fights, and actually the school I went to, ended up expelling me for it. It wasn’t my fault everyone was jealous of my status, not to mention a few of the fights happened because rude kids called me a rude name, i’m not a person to back down, despite my gorgeous appearance.

? I went to America for a short time, looked at the muggles- I guess I was about ten or eleven, I remember my father telling me about them, how stupid they were, how petite they felt about their differences, and I suppose if you look through some of those muggle born psychiatrist, my father’s opinions rubbed off on me,America was fine enough, they had this foolish opinion of their selves, as if they were the best of the best. HAH! If only those muggles knew, but as I said, despite their incredulous opinion on their selves, it wasn’t bad. Eventually I found myself here, bored as always.

Personality:

Rude, Obnoxious, heartless killer.
Are the few things Kyoko Akiko. Is not. She is a kind spirit, even though she is an arrancar. Kyoko, would expect at first glance you would think she was a roughen. Her dull coal eyes staring, almost in a bored manner. As if the fact the person was alive was just a boring thought to her, however she is really a kind woman. She prefered to stay low to the shadows during high conflict, better not catch any attention she didn't need. She just wanted to be one with the background.

She doesn't like voilence at all, to the point it often turns her to violence, ironically. She despises anyone who thinks they are better then any other soul, being a rather fair woman; if she is winning a fight she'd often just question if the person would give up, she doesn't like blood on her hands, there is too much of it already.

Kyoko is a motherly spirit. She won’t kill unless she has her life on the line. Her being a loyal arrancar by heart, but if you cross her she will not be kind, and she can turn almost cruel in a sense, she will become just what she started out as, a hollow creature bent on revenge and if not she'd certainly spite or hate the person for the rest of the time they were alive. She seems to fight calmly, almost never over-reacting. It's considered a mighty feat to be able to get any sort of reaction out of her, normally just dark eyes with a bored glaze over them, and a hint of kidness swirling in it.

She seems to hold an unknown wisdom about her, and a person can easily be calmed by her presence ((when she’s not angered by them)), her tone is often a soft one that can lull the wildest beast into a soft submission and she seems to only speak when spoken too, that doesn't mean if you approach her she will not speak, she will be very friend and polite if needed, however her face is still masked.

The truth is it's all a big mask for Kyoko, underneath her dull expression she regrets the choices of her lifetime before, she regrets the creature she has become, "Ironic..isn't it", she'd often think to herself, " As a human i was more monster then i'll ever be now" and it's sickly funny, because it's terrorfyingly true.


Her face structure is beautifully crafted, with a piece of her mask on her cheek, gripping from the jaw line to the middle of the cheek and exploding into threee jagged edges. Her lips seemed to be in a a frown for most of the time, although when she's with company she has a soft smile. Glossy coal orbs often look out with a painfully bored expression, her eyes are rather dark; they often show the reflection of the person she is talking too, her skin is pale, almost a few shades darker then the bone fragment on her face, and the white outfit she wears of an arrancar.

She wear's a white jacket- uniform to the arrancar's Aizen pawn's had worn, with a black design on each arm, underneath a black fitting tank top. Dark locks cascade down the jacket falling to about mid waist, her hair is thick and her bangs often fall in her face, oddly enough she has one lavender colored bang that sticks infront of her eyes, she is often seen holding it out of her eyes or pushing it from infront of her face; to which it falls back almost immediatly. A dress hugs her hips, with a design over it, She is rather tall for a woman reaching at 5'7 however she is mostly legs, which makes her a rather speedy arrancar.



Arrancar Powers:
Cero- Kyoko’s cero is a dark purple, and she shoots it out of her palm.

Herrio

Pesquisa

Sonido

el cristal se elevó convocan(crystal rose summon):: Kyoko is often seen creating a crystal rose in her palm. The crystals are her blood, meaning as long as she cut, or any part of her skin is sliced open, instead of blood, a liquid like substance will come out, that she can control. This substance is crystals. Although if she looses enough crystals, she will pass out, the crystal will turn into blood and she will die unless patched up. She is able to use the crystals like, a weapon, she could use it for a shield or weapon. She pretty much reuses the same blood inkling though unless it gets destroyed, she often can even create "crystal bandaides" from her blood if she had too.

Zampakuto's name:
Cristalinio
Zampakuto's name:
Cristalinio


Cristalinio is a long katana, it's blade is made out of pure crystal which is very hard to break. The blade is see through, and it is very thick, the hilt is black with purple thread wrapped around it, engraved on the sheath is "hasta en este mundo desesperado, la luz nos salvará de nosotros" which translated is "even in this hopeless world, the light will save us from ourselves" the sheath itself hides the blade completely, until she calls upon it, by simply cutting her palm and holding her hand out.
Resurrección Release phrase::
Brillo cristales hermosos mios ( Shine Beautiful crystals of mine)


Kyoko’s clothes seem to wither off to show battle armor. Her one soft hands growing hard and turning red with talon like nails, a chunk of her hair going in front of one of her eyes. Long skeletal wings breaking through her back, her armor runs up her arms, and a feather like shaping appear the armor running up and curving around her breast, where it ends, along the armors top is rimmed red, with white feather like objects appearing out of the top.

From her back seems to be a corset, that is attached to her spinal cord, it stops enough to show her stomach. For her lower region, is the same color red, but only is shaped like a bikini bottom. On her thighs is the legging, which is just white, until it touches her ankles, then it changes to red, she does not have shoes in this form.




1.) Veneno de Lilac (lilac poison) :: Her body glows an ominous purple, which seems to be coming from her claws and wings. The glow is a poison that once inhaled, or touched by an open wound, would be infected with the paralyzing toxin. The poison first attacks the digestive system, having the person puke up any substances that will give it energy. The second system that it effect is the musculoskeletal system preventing the body to move as fast as it should, and in the end paralyzing the person for the battle, soon after the toxin effects the skeletal system it works on the nervous system, it will create hallucinations, often of the angel of death, This can all be avoided by running. The poison will take in effect for each of the opponents three posts.

2.) el cristal se elevó convocan(crystal rose summon):: The second thing is that, Kyoko is often seen creating a crystal rose in her palm. The crystals are her blood, meaning as long as she cut, or any part of her skin is sliced open, instead of blood, a liquid like substance will come out, that she can control. This substance is crystals. Although if she looses enough crystals, she will pass out, the crystal will turn into blood and she will die unless patched up. She is able to use the crystals like, a weapon, she could use it for a shield or weapon.

3.) orbes de destino (Orbs of fate):: Three blue orbs may be seen floating around Kyoko, these orbs are only used when Kyoko is in dire need of them. They symbolize, knowledge, emotion and will. These are sacrifices, for a person who knows what it is, it hold Kyoko’s Knowledge, emotions and will. She has constructed a way to bottle them up, literally and control them. For each orb if she destroys it, her knowledge, or emotion will be let go. And once let go, pending on the orb, it will either shatter, and give a hallucination so she may escape, another may control the element that is most dominant in the area at the time and heals her most powerful feeling she feels at the time. And the other one, she dares not show to anyone, due to the fact whoever holds her will orb, will control Kyoko herself and once crushed Kyoko will die.


Kyoko, was born by a mother filled with cancers and an abusive drunk father. She grew up in a poor home, and what little she had, she made up in wits. Her mother had been constantly sick and her father had been at work most of the time. Kyoko had usually taken days off of school to care for her mother, thus she grew up fast, always mature for her age, taking care of her mother, and taking what her father through at her quietly. When she turned twelve her father, had taken the abuse to a sexual level, staying quiet about it, and worst, her bed rest mother could only watch.

When she was sixteen her father had killed himself, she didn’t seem to mind. She only worried on how the money would come in, instead of putting her time in finding a job, she came up with a simple solution, Thievery, and oddly she was well at it. Never getting caught. She continued this for four years. On her twentieth birthday she was working with two lovers, Nikki and Monica, two girls from the states, what she didn’t know the police were already suspecting the gang of thieves to attempt their theft. But the thieves didn’t find out they were being watched, until the end of their plot. Hidden behind a wall, they were cornered. Nikki and Monica, wanting nothing but to die together and not in prison decided to sacrifice their selves for their fellow jewel thief to escape, and so Kyoko did, without a second thought, without the guilt on her head.

The night she had came home, karma hit her. Her mother had died. Kyoko was shattered, she couldn’t claw her way out of the denial. Her mother died, April first so every April she leaves on her mothers tombstone a rose and a crystal.

Kyoko’s final moments in life were out of greed, and filled with the other sins, she had died in a fire. Letting greed take over her final moments in life, after killing most of the guests to a manor, she stole all of their gold and crystals. Thus it slowing her down and the fire she herself had started consuming her.

Kyoko’s life as a hollow went by quickly, she was sort of the weaker of the hollows at first, thus many stronger hollows tried attacking her, which was were they would be wrong, although she would seem as if a weak hollow, the more hollows attacked her the stronger she had gotten, and soon she was where she is now, alone and with no one. She will never complain about it, she had a friend, whose name escapes her, but she seen him pledge his alliance to the destruction of the soul society. She would never do that, she pledged her alliance to no one.