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Jinzo Iaori

Age:
189

Height:
6'2"

Weight:
79Kgs

Hair Colour:
Black

Eye Colour:
Green

Race:
Shinigami

Rank:
Unseated (Hopes to become 7th Squad Captain someday)

Spiritual Energy Colour:
Royal Purple

Personality:

Jinzo has always been courageous, headstrong and valiant. He is usually the first to dive into trouble and the last to run from it. It is for this reason that most who know him, see him as the embodiment of courage. He willingly puts his sword behind those without the strength or bravery to fend for themselves. Jinzo utilizes his greatest attribute as a weapon in battle, morphing and transforming it into fear against his enemies. He laughs as they attempt to run from his all-consuming power and pummels them into oblivion.

Out of combat, though, Jinzo is markedly reserved. He prefers to maintain his composure, as opposed to being outright and obnoxious. Though his courage still manages to shine through his carefully place facade at times, Jinzo usually manages to keep his feelings in check. Despite this, Jinzo can be quite the conversationalist. Often enjoying meaningless chatter with his comrades and colleagues. He believes in strong friendships and healthy rivalries and is always willing to give others a helping hand.

Jinzo doesn't like to talk about his past, this is due to the trauma that he survived when he was merely a child. Sometimes he has quiet moments where he reflects upon these horrific events but usually he is quite an open person.

History:

Jinzo Iaori was born and orphaned within Kusajishi, the 79th District of North Rukongai. His early years consisted of thieving and crime to survive. Being merely a child, Jinzo wasn't able to defend himself from older criminals and he was often beaten and abused if ever he was caught. One night he was caught sleeping, exhausted from a day of running scared. A strange group of men had been following him discretely until he'd noticed them, which is when they started to chase him outright. He didn't understand why they would want him so he ran. And kept running until his feet gave way and he passed out from exhaustion. But the men weren't far behind and, whilst Jinzo was unable to defend himself, they took him.

He awoke in a dark room, sporadic noises kept him from sleeping. Sounds of scraping metal and distorted laughs haunted him as he sat in the darkness. When he finally decided to try and move, he found that he'd been chained to the wall and his clothes were gone completely, except for a loincloth to save his dignity. Then from nowhere, freezing water was thrown on him. He cried out, asking to be let free, begging for a reason behind his capture but nobody answered. Hours passed and more obscure tortures were dealt to his tiny, malnourished body. They had kept him from sleeping the entire time, forcing him to bear witness to the latest horror they would enact upon him. By the next day, Jinzo was a shivering wreck, unable to hear the squeak of a mouse without jumping out of his skin. They'd beaten and abused him and for no reason he could think of. He'd given up trying to ask why, but the torture only went on.

Then, what seemed like a lifetime later, there was fire, and lots of it. Jinzo was barely able to see, having lived in darkness for over twelve months. The fire was from simple candles placed throughout the dingy room where he'd been kept. When his eyes finally adjusted to the light, he could see a stone altar, dried blood having dripped down it's sides. Symbols, written with more blood, covered the room. They depicted phrases of fear, darkness and death. Jinzo struggled to read them. A group of hooded figures entered the room, wearing skull masks that obscured their faces. Jinzo panicked immediately, desperately trying to scramble as far from them as he could. His chains, however, remained strong. They slowly moved towards him, laughs of evil coming from their horrifying faces. The men unchained him and then beat him, making sure that he didn't have the strength to move. Then, without care, they dragged him towards to alter and placed him upon it.

He was dazed from the beating he'd just taken, however, as the group on men began, what seemed to be, a sacrificial ritual, Jinzo took one last look around the room. He noticed a single corner, untouched by the light of the candles. He looked deep within it. For the past year, the darkness had been his only friend. It had both tortured and comforted him and he'd recently begun to feel a part of it. Now that he'd been thrust into the light, forced to take part in the reality that were his final moments, Jinzo longed to be back in the darkness, to feel it's cold touch and bask within it's empty glare. He began to close his eyes, accepting his fate and relinquishing his grasp on the darkness, when an icy voice called from the darkened corner.

"Live" It said. "Live and fear nothing, forevermore." Jinzo suddenly felt his strength return to him. Miraculously, his pain from the years of torture had numbed. For a single fleeting moment Jinzo felt invincible, as if the darkness itself had come to his aid. He looked up, noticing one of the hooded men stood above him on the alter, a katana raised in both hands, intending to plunge it down into his stomach. "Live" the voice said again. And he did just that.

Jinzo moved quickly, rolling to his left and falling off of the alter. He rolled into the abdomen of an unsuspecting ritualist, sending him to the floor. Jinzo lashed out immediately, caving the man's mask into his face using his balled fists. The room was in uproar. The man on the alter stood stunned as his blade clashed upon stone and jolted from his grasp. The katana clattered to the floor in front of Jinzo, who didn't hesitate to retrieve it. He swung right instinctively, using the blade's weight to cleave through the leg of an oncoming attacker. A scream of pain and a thud followed as he dropped to the floor. Jinzo didn't need to think, he just acted, defending himself against the men who'd imprisoned and tortured him in darkness for months.

Before long, they were all dead. Jinzo climbed a set of wooden stairs that lead to a single door. Using a key he'd found on one of his kidnappers, he opened the door and was met with a blinding light. The outside world. He stepped through the door, blade in hand, covered in fresh cuts, old scars and mixture of blood. He took one final look back into the pitch-black basement room and then walked off.

Many years later, he arrived at the Seireitei, with the same blade in his hand. He stood at he gates, ready to join the Gotei 13. He hasn't recalled his training to anyone and refuses to do so.

Other:
- Jinzo can see clearly in the dark.
- Jinzo is a rather decent cook.
- He is currently learning Woodcraft.

~Zanpakuto~

Zanpakuto name:
Akuma no Kage (悪魔の影) Shadow of the Devil

Type:
Fear/Darkness

Zanpakuto Shikai Release command:
Karera o Momikesu, Akuma no Kage! (彼らをもみ消す悪魔の影) Smother them, Shadow of the Devil!

Spirit Appearance:

Inner World:

Sealed appearance:

Shikai appearance:

Bankai appearance:
Not Yet Achieved

Shikai skills:
1. To Be Revealed
2. To Be Revealed
3. To Be Revealed
4. To Be Revealed
5. To Be Revealed
6. To Be Revealed
7. To Be Revealed
8. To Be Revealed

Non-lethal Zanpakuto Skills:

Combat Skills

Zanjutsu:

Kido:
None

Hakuda:

Hoho:
-Shunpo

Points gained from missions:
Mission log:
Points spent and skills gained:

Beta said
Not really. Just have an eye for spotting stuff that makes no sense. Though with Yog here, your nonsense ALMOST slipped by me.All I am saying is the title/nickname/etc will not only get him looked at funny by others his age if he EVER uses it... but higher rank ninja will likely tell him off, as they EARNED the nicknames/titles they have. You wanna call yourself "Mighty Slayer of the Infernal Jabberwocky", then fucking do it. But don;t be surprised when other players/characters/etc think it's retarded.

Well of course it wouldn't make sense when you're looking at a barely completed CS.

And please refer to episode 14 of the original anime. But for the sake of ease, Naruto's nickname is The Number One Hyperactive, Knucklehead Ninja. If that's not the most ridiculous name for a ninja, then mine is probably the next best thing. But either way I laughed at how stupid it was. That was the whole point of it, to be ridiculous. It's a bit of light-hearted fun. And if it's illegal to have fun whilst creating a character then please, arrest me now, Mr. Character Sheet Policeman.

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