"Thanks anyway, though. Maybe I'll see you around." The girl said before standing up and hurrying into the academy, though notably more careful with her steps.
Zakito just shook his head. If Clumsy Girl was any indication this was going to be an interesting academy. Clearing his thoughts of the future from his mind he focused on the present. Heading into the building the crowd had seemed to thin drastically already a sharp contrast from his earlier shoving matches in the courtyard. Looking around at all the halls he tried to remember what he had been told that morning.
History Class...Lecture Hall... He thought looking around. Not seeing anything right away he decided to follow the people that seemed to be first years and knew what they were doing. This turned out to be a mildly effective plan as he was able to find the lecture hall. Unfortunately he only had moments before the bell would ring and from the look of things nearly all the seats were already taken. Beginning to panic slightly for the first time that day he quickly tried to spot a seat before the classes started.
Apparently he looked desperate because a young man with long purple hair drawn back from his face waved him over to a single empty seat beside him. Rushing over Zakito was just barely able to beat the bell.
"Thanks man, I seriously owe you." Zakito said quietly as the bell rang. The young man he was sitting beside gave a small smile.
"Don't worry about. I'm just glad I could help a fellow first year out." He whispered kindly.
After that they didn't have any chance to talk, mostly because they didn't want to risk angering Gazakura-sensei. Or as Zakito had already named him in his head Ancient-Sensei. In Zakito's defense he did try hard to pay attention, but the history was just terribly dull. If it hadn't been for that one poor student getting clubbed in the head Zakito might possibly fallen asleep himself. Finally after sitting through what felt like days of mental torture the class ended. Before he could even leave his seat however Gazakura sensei shouted to all the students.
"Everyone, don't forget to check your lockers. Your class schedules and textbooks have all been delivered and will be waiting in your assigned locker."
Standing up he turned to the young man that had given him a seat. He was a little shorter than Zakito, but something about him made him seem almost intimidating, but in a subtle way. Maybe it was the glasses?
Nah, that doesn't even make sense...
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to introduce myself before. My name is Zakito." He said politely as they both filed towards the exit.
"Quite alright. My name is Akihiko and it's a pleasure to meet you Zakito." He replied.
Once they both made it out of the hall they checked to see where their lockers were.
"Damn, I got 109. What about you Akihiko?" He asked looking at the scraps of paper they had been given with locker numbers on them.
Akihiko frowned, "Looks like I got 103. Guess with both in for a long walk." He said smiling.
Zakito took some solace in the fact the one person he knew was in the same hall, but from what he understood the 100's were really far from where they were.
"Guess we should get moving our next classes are probably going to start soon." Zakito said with a grimance. Even Akihiko looked concerned once that thought crossed his mind. Pushing his glasses up he said, "I suppose we should make haste." Before taking off at a quick jog.
Following right behind him the swiftly made there way through the hallways until they finally reached there lockers.
Quickly opening it up he noticed several books and a class schedule.
"Hey, what class do you have next?" He asked Akihiko who was looking through his locker as well.
After a short pause he replied, "Looks like...Kido. You?" He asks.
"Nice, looks like you're stuck with me for a while longer. I've got Kido next as well."
Akihiko smiled at this, "At least you'll have someone to sit with." He replied jokingly. Laughing at that we both head off towards the Kido Class.
Even though Zakito had only ever practiced his Zanjutsu, and by practice Zanjutsu he meant hitting a tree, he felt confidant that he would do well in Kido.
After all how hard could it be? He thought.
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Oh well. Anyway, when ever you want to post go ahead. I'm still waiting. Hope you liked my first post.
Okay, I got my first post up. Feel free to have Zakito introduce himself as well as tell you anything else Mizukara asks. (Name, age, where he's from, and if he is looking forward to the academy.)
In case you need the answers to those questions I'll post them here. (FYI they are at least hinted at in my post.)
Zakito Haro
146 years old, but looks 17-ish almost eighteen.( Should we find character pics? Just a thought.)
Nagakuro, a small town filled with little more than old people and tiny stores.
And he is very excited to start training. He is hoping to meet Tsuta again someday, but he probably won't just blurt out that he wants to meet the soul reaper that did his soul burial...
In case you need the answers to those questions I'll post them here. (FYI they are at least hinted at in my post.)
Zakito Haro
146 years old, but looks 17-ish almost eighteen.( Should we find character pics? Just a thought.)
Nagakuro, a small town filled with little more than old people and tiny stores.
And he is very excited to start training. He is hoping to meet Tsuta again someday, but he probably won't just blurt out that he wants to meet the soul reaper that did his soul burial...
"The Shinigami Academy. I finally made it." Zakito said to himself as he made his way into the courtyard. Among the thousands of other students that filled the courtyard Zakito certainly didn't stand out. He was only six feet tall, which back in his old town of Nagakuro had made him feel tall, but now that he was surrounded by more people than he had ever seen before he felt small. Most people might feel anxious in such a setting, but even though Zakito was a little nervous he was mostly excited.
Zakito had died nearly 145 years ago and had survived as a spirit for over a year running from Hollows and the few Soul Reapers he had seen. However, he was eventually cornered by a massive Hollow and was almost devoured. Luckily for Zakito a Soul Reaper by the name of Tsuta Masamune was able to slay the Hollow with a single blow.
In complete awe of Tsuta's power Zakito asked her what she was. Kneeling down in front of him she told him she was a Soul Reaper and that she was her to take him to the Soul Society. After she performed the soul burial on him he never saw her again, but once he made it to the soul society he was determined to become a soul reaper.
Zakito spent his first couple of months wandering around Nagakuro and was eventually taken in by an elderly couple. In exchange for a roof over his head and food Zakito helped Yumi and Kuroda around there small home with any tasks that they were to old to do themselves. All of his free time was spent on his training by either practicing on the small tree out back with a wooden stick which doubled as Zakito's Zanpakuto or running around Nagakuro to build up his endurance. Now after all his training he left Kuroda's house and began his journey to become a Soul Reaper.
Looking around the courtyard Zakito could barely contain his excitement. Even though he had passed the test with less than glamours markings he was confidant that he would keep getting stronger. Running his hands through his short white hair he couldn't help, but chuckle. This was easily the happiest day of his life.
Pushing his way through the crowds which seemed to be getting thicker by the moment Zakito stopped for a moment to take a breather.
"Passing the test was the easy part compared to getting through this crowd." he said to himself running his hand through his short white hair. Even though he was in good shape and had a somewhat well muscled build, not as muscled as he would like sadly, he was still getting worn out pushing his way through the masses of students.
Well, I did stay up too later last night... He thought to himself, Though who could possibly sleep the night before today!
Stepping away from the wall and back into the crowds Zakito clutched his Asauchi as he moved towards the gates. Before he was able to make it too far he heard a student shout out something. Looking over to his right he noticed a girl start to rush forward before falling flat on her face.
Ouch... He thought looking on as all the other students simply streamed around the poor girl. Of all the things that he lacked he at least had a good balance.
"Hey, need a hand?" He asked as he squatted down next to where she was laying.
Zakito had died nearly 145 years ago and had survived as a spirit for over a year running from Hollows and the few Soul Reapers he had seen. However, he was eventually cornered by a massive Hollow and was almost devoured. Luckily for Zakito a Soul Reaper by the name of Tsuta Masamune was able to slay the Hollow with a single blow.
In complete awe of Tsuta's power Zakito asked her what she was. Kneeling down in front of him she told him she was a Soul Reaper and that she was her to take him to the Soul Society. After she performed the soul burial on him he never saw her again, but once he made it to the soul society he was determined to become a soul reaper.
Zakito spent his first couple of months wandering around Nagakuro and was eventually taken in by an elderly couple. In exchange for a roof over his head and food Zakito helped Yumi and Kuroda around there small home with any tasks that they were to old to do themselves. All of his free time was spent on his training by either practicing on the small tree out back with a wooden stick which doubled as Zakito's Zanpakuto or running around Nagakuro to build up his endurance. Now after all his training he left Kuroda's house and began his journey to become a Soul Reaper.
Looking around the courtyard Zakito could barely contain his excitement. Even though he had passed the test with less than glamours markings he was confidant that he would keep getting stronger. Running his hands through his short white hair he couldn't help, but chuckle. This was easily the happiest day of his life.
Pushing his way through the crowds which seemed to be getting thicker by the moment Zakito stopped for a moment to take a breather.
"Passing the test was the easy part compared to getting through this crowd." he said to himself running his hand through his short white hair. Even though he was in good shape and had a somewhat well muscled build, not as muscled as he would like sadly, he was still getting worn out pushing his way through the masses of students.
Well, I did stay up too later last night... He thought to himself, Though who could possibly sleep the night before today!
Stepping away from the wall and back into the crowds Zakito clutched his Asauchi as he moved towards the gates. Before he was able to make it too far he heard a student shout out something. Looking over to his right he noticed a girl start to rush forward before falling flat on her face.
Ouch... He thought looking on as all the other students simply streamed around the poor girl. Of all the things that he lacked he at least had a good balance.
"Hey, need a hand?" He asked as he squatted down next to where she was laying.
I'm interested in all the above plots and would love to hear what your plot for a Bleach RP would be like.
Thanks for the info Pathfinder. Can't wait to start.
@Pathfinder: I tweaked a few things on my character sheet and changed the code name to match GEAR. Let me know if it needs anything changed.
Also, what about our characters former relationships? Are we presumed dead? Any information on this would be greatly appreciated.
Also, what about our characters former relationships? Are we presumed dead? Any information on this would be greatly appreciated.
Currently reached RP limit. Will comment again here when available for more RPs.
Thanks for the interest.feel free to PM me and I'll get back in touch with you as soon as I can.
Code Name: Guardian (Follows GEAR pattern)
Name: Lance Sorenson
Age: 24
Physical Description:
Black hair of medium length. Blue eyes.
6'0 tall. 185 pounds.
Personality: Has a very laid back attitude towards most things and is rarely flustered by insults. Has a very calm, logical thought processes.
However, his sarcasm and generally headstrong nature kept him from becoming a well renowned Hunter...
Extent of Cybernetics: Entire right arm and leg as well as most of right side of torso. Several internal organs. Due to modifications increased speed and power are noted in right arm and leg.
Cybernetic Design Flaw: A well place blow to the elbow or armpit could damage the synthetic nerves essentially turning the arm off. The same is true for a strike to the back of his right knee.
Favored Dust: Ice Dust. Is used to slow enemies for easy executions.
Weapon: Single Shotgun Blade.The picture gives a good basic idea.
Non combat skills: Explosives expert. Is very good at chess or any strategy. (Pointless, yet interesting skill.) Smokes. Not really a skill so much as a vice I suppose.
Other: Lost most of the right side of his body when his former team, Team LAST, was fighting against a pair of Death Stalkers.
When Sheena got pinned down by one of the Death Stalkers Lance jump in front of the Death Stalker's tail to keep it from striking her.
Even though he was able to sever the tail one of it's pincers almost ripped him in half.
Name: Lance Sorenson
Age: 24
Physical Description:
Black hair of medium length. Blue eyes.
6'0 tall. 185 pounds.
Personality: Has a very laid back attitude towards most things and is rarely flustered by insults. Has a very calm, logical thought processes.
However, his sarcasm and generally headstrong nature kept him from becoming a well renowned Hunter...
Extent of Cybernetics: Entire right arm and leg as well as most of right side of torso. Several internal organs. Due to modifications increased speed and power are noted in right arm and leg.
Cybernetic Design Flaw: A well place blow to the elbow or armpit could damage the synthetic nerves essentially turning the arm off. The same is true for a strike to the back of his right knee.
Favored Dust: Ice Dust. Is used to slow enemies for easy executions.
Weapon: Single Shotgun Blade.The picture gives a good basic idea.
Non combat skills: Explosives expert. Is very good at chess or any strategy. (Pointless, yet interesting skill.) Smokes. Not really a skill so much as a vice I suppose.
Other: Lost most of the right side of his body when his former team, Team LAST, was fighting against a pair of Death Stalkers.
When Sheena got pinned down by one of the Death Stalkers Lance jump in front of the Death Stalker's tail to keep it from striking her.
Even though he was able to sever the tail one of it's pincers almost ripped him in half.
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