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Name: Mitsuaki Suzuma (光明)
Age: 20
Gender: Male

Personality: Mitsuaki has always been one to keep his true feelings to himself. On the outside he displays an aggressive, don’t touch me attitude - the years spent in an orphanage doing wonders to destroy any sort of self-love and niceties. When someone gets to know him, however, they will find the most loyal companion who has a hard time expressing his thoughts and feelings. 

Even with the young man being dismissive and almost rude sometimes, he’ll stop to help those that need it, and ask nothing in return. He’s particularly weak for the elderly grandmas that will occasionally give him candy. 

Backstory: 
From the beginning Mitsuaki was unwanted. Left as just a crying babe at the children’s orphanage in Tokyo, he began his life as just another child that grew up without parents. The staff of the orphanage were kind enough, he guessed, but it wasn’t the same as seeing children walking the streets with their actual parents, all laughing and loving and being happy. He wasn’t laughing and happy in the orphanage. He wasn’t loved.

It was hard not to get into fights when you had that kind of mindset. School was a struggle, Mitsuaki finding himself friendless and the butt of other people’s jokes, so his fists made friends for him. He earned himself the title of Bully Orphan, and it only caused a larger rift between him and his peers. New students were always turned against him by the rumors circulating the school halls, but he didn’t care. He didn’t care at all. Not even a tiny bit. Being friendless was fine. If it was always going to be this way, then he would learn to never let it get to him.

With the passing of time came change, though, and when he turned 15 his whole life turned upside down. The older kids in the orphanage were never adopted, most adult families wanting young ones to mold into their own perfect children, but the Suzuma couple was different. They were older, getting on in their years, and young children would just cause them more pain than it was worth. Mitsuaki was the oldest in the orphanage at this point, and even with the caretakers trying to urge the Suzuma’s towards some of the younger residents, they chose to sit with Mitsuaki.

The silence filled the room as Chiaki Suzuma and her husband Eijiro Suzuma filled out the paperwork to take Mitsuaki home. Finally, the boy spoke. “Why do you want me?” He could barely look them in the eyes. 15 years of his life had gone by without any parental figure, why would the next 15 be any different? Chiaki smiled at him as Eijiro kept filling out the papers, not bothering to look up from the scribbling.

“You have a soft soul,” her voice was soothing, and she stood, moving to the couch that Mitsuaki sat in. She sat next to him, taking his hand. “And every soul deserves a chance to excel.”

He was blown away at the kindness radiating from her very being, her smile shining more than a thousand stars. Maybe having a family, even this late in the game, wouldn't be that bad. Mitsuaki cried from happiness that day for the first time in his life. 

—
Home life with the Suzuma family was…for lack of a better word, it was different. There wasn't much noise as a whole, but the air was different. Fresher. Not that the orphanage was dirty or anything it was just…it wasn't the same.

There was another boy that lived with the Suzuma’s. Juno Suzuma was an orphan too, adopted by Chiaki and Eijiro. He was loud and obnoxious and took so much thrill in just living life that Mitsuaki thought he would hate his new older brother. Instead, the two were soon inseparable, bonding as brothers and truly becoming family. The years flew by for Mitsuaki, passing in the blink of an eye. Finally, he was nineteen.

In the four years that has passed he has learned how to drive. He has learned about the various bands that filled the world with their songs (not that he didn't know about them before, he just had no real way to listen.) Juno took him on regular excursions into the City of Tokyo, far away from their small town of Sagamiyama. He was finally living, and growing, and thriving.

Leaving Sagamiyama that fateful winters day though…it just about ruined his life.

The brothers had made their way to Tokyo, the holiday shopping about to begin. Streets alive with the whole of Tokyo, it seemed, they didn't pay any attention to those around them. Their adoptive mom and dad were on their minds, the pair discussing between them what sort of presents they would shower their parents with. It was the first Christmas since Juno had gotten a job, and he was eager to spend as much of his hard earned money on the family he wanted to thank. 

Icy roads and snow greeted the drivers of Japan that day, but late shoppers were out in droves trying to get what they could. It was these conditions that caused the car to skid, going way too fast in rough weather, causing the driver to lose control. Juno noticed just in time to try to push Mitsuaki out of the way, although it wouldn’t do much good for the younger brother, and took the brunt of the hit from the car. Juno was pronounced dead at the scene, the car hitting Mitsuaki hard enough to hospitalize him in critical condition for a few months. Among all of the bystanders, they had it the worse, a few others around them only being partially injured.

It was touch and go for Mitsuaki in the hospital, his body almost giving in to death a few times, but he ultimately survived. With his survival though, came the guilt of being the survivor for the accident. He had nothing real to offer to society - Juno was the one that should have lived. It haunted Mitsuaki, and it was almost as if…almost as if he could still hear Juno, calling out to him. Telling him not to worry, that he would never leave their family. 

Wait.

He had begun to see pulses, ghosts that hadn’t passed on yet. Thinking that it was just from the accident, that his brain still hadn't healed completely, he was able to push everything he saw into the realm of imagination until it was Juno that was hovering in front of him. Mitsuaki didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. His brother was here, his ghostly spirit promising to never leave his side. Even in death, he would protect him, and help him grow as much as he possibly could, until Mitsuaki himself joined him in the afterlife.


—

Why did you become a Substitute Shinigami: 
Mitsuaki reversed completely once Juno died. He has been growing, had been expressing himself more, but once he lost that driving force he began to go backwards. When Juno popped up again, albeit dead, Mitsuaki didn't know what to do, since Juno brought a whole new world of souls with him.

With the pulses of the dead, though, came Hollows.

It descended from the sky one night, the chilling moon casting red shadows around the town. Mitsuaki could feel it, the presence terrifying him. Juno did his best to protect his brother, but there was only so much a ghost could do. Yeah sure, his soul was the one that it wanted, but a chance to eat a human? No Hollow would give that delicacy up. 

Time seemed to stop as Mitsuaki was flung, bleeding, against a wall. Juno diverted its attention, but the damage had been done. Mitsuaki was once more at death's door, and thought that this was finally it. Twenty years gone to waste, at the hands of some…some monsters. He watched as Juno poured every ounce he could to save his little brother, his soul almost being devoured by the Hollow that was dead set on Mitsuaki being his next meal. He was going to die. He was going. To. Die.

He was given a third chance, though, when the Shinigami descended to stand in front of him. He had the strength, they said, to be saved, but only if he still had the will to fight. He didn't care about the double life, or the new responsibility. He only wanted to save his brother.

In the end, the hollow fell to Mitsuaki’s hand. Mitsuaki had done it. After he recovered and mourned Juno's true death, he was ready to pour what he could into his new life as a Substitute Shinigami. No one he loved would ever die again. Not on his watch.

::COMBAT::
Strength: 350
Skill: 250
Speed: 200
Focus: 200
Constitution: 300
Reiryoku: 700
Reiatsu: 140


::Shinigami Arts::
Zanjutsu: 1/5
Hakuda: 0/5
Hoho: 1/5
Kido: 0/5


Feats:
Empty for now.

Zanpakuto: 
Mitsuaki's Zanpakuto sits in a plain black sheath. The sword itself is very unassuming, as if the sheath. The only adornment that it has is two small wooden carvings tied to the hilt with vibrant red string. The two figures are of a Koi, painted Pink, and a shiba Inu painted Blue. 
Shikai: 
Empty for now.

Techniques: 
[Zanjutsu]
Cut of the Rising Sun - Rushing the enemy, the Shinigami utilizes their speed and precision to twist their blade to face the sky, raising it to the heavens in a sweeping upwards slashing attack.

[Hoho]
Flight step - An evasive maneuver, the practitioner utilizes their speed and skill to practically fly through the air, closing the distance between them and their destination quickly. Cannot be used over long periods of time. 

Memorized Kido: None yet.


I'm sending this from my phone so hopefully everything copied over from my doc correctly! 

Location: Alphonse's Bedroom -> 3rd Building Resturant || Interactions: None

When had morning dawned?

Alphonse had been in another world. The hours he spent reading melted away with the wax of the candle, the flame barely still alive. Finally, the book fell to a close, the moth leaning back in the chair with his hands laying gently in his lap. He had read through the night, his gaze slow and thoughtful as he absorbed as much knowledge as he could. Not that he would truly ever need to recall anything about Saint Joan of Arc, but still. He wanted to remember.

It was the pang of hunger that finally drew him out of his own mind. “Oh dear,” his voice was barely a whisper in the dark room, a hand moving to press against his stomach. He had skipped dinner. Again. 

Standing slowly and stretching both his body and his wings, Alphonse made his way to the bed, his hand finding a black cloth. Tying it gingerly around his head, covering the two large compound eyes, he was ready to go and obtain sustenance. With the flame blown out, the moth made his way out of his small dark room, and into the bright, sun filled day. The blindfold kept his eyes from burning, the cloth barely thin enough that he could see through. It was good enough, for the time being. He could take it off when he entered the restaurant.

It took Alphonse entirely too long to get there, however, the man taking his time the moment he stepped outside. The air whirled around him, bringing him the delicate floral scents that wafted around. He enjoyed his walk, the rays of the sun giving him a warmth he very rarely felt. 

Stepping into the restaurant, he took a seat in a dimmer corner, before removing his blindfold. There was a quick order made, and Alphonse found his eyes gazing out of the nearest window to the world outside, his thoughts once again taking over as he waiting for his sweet Nectar.

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