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Bleach - Resonant Souls

Looking forward to it! I can bring Darius in however is most convenient. Team dad is here to be helpful.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Roger that

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Ohhhh I like that system. Though it means we'll need to assign a Reiryoku value to all of our abilities and kido- will you be giving us a formula to do that ourselves, or will you be looking through them all and assigning them values on your judgement?

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Done and done.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Darius Stone

Darius

Name:
Darius Stone

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Darius Stone is a fairly simple man, who has lived his life by an equally simple ideology- Those who can protect, should. With this core aim, and the morals built up around it, he has been content to live his life a day at a time, offering aid and kindness where he can, and maintaining the strengths he believes necessary to be a bastion for others to shelter behind.

While one would be in considerable error to call him a gentle or peaceful man, there is no denying that he is kind hearted, with a particular soft spot towards the troubled and the young. He is, for such people, endlessly patient, and fiercely protective, though he will push them to be their best selves with equal intensity.

Beyond this, he is an honest man, gruff and outspoken, a strong presence, and respectful.

Backstory:
Born and raised in a small Midwestern town in the United States, Darius' life followed a path that was, perhaps, predictable, or even cliche, by many standards. His father was a factory worker, his mother a veteran- and to hear Darius tell it, they were as different as two people could be, sharing only their love for each other, and the good sense to raise a boy of Darius' size with the discipline and respect to become a guardian, rather than a bully. His school life and home life were, otherwise, quite unremarkable, save those things that are common place in such a community- Schoolyard fights, highschool parties, and a small string of youthful romances that taught him where to stand up for himself, where to relax, and to guard his heart as carefully as he guarded his friends.

It was entirely unsurprising to those who knew him that, the moment he was able, Darius enlisted with the Army, sent away to training no more than a month after he graduated highschool. Here, too, his life went on as most would expect, the youth standing out as a guardian and a leader- though never, he would insist, as a hero. So far as he was concerned, his role in life was to make sure the real heros got where they were going- to protect and train them until they surpassed him by miles.

He spent ten years in service in this manner, progressing no further than Sergeant First Class, and spending the bulk of his career training others- his final years spent in a joint training unit with the JSDF, a posting that would lead him to what he believed would be his future. Here, he met the woman who would become his fiance, and make a permanent home with her in her home town, Sagamiyama...

Why did you become a Substitute Shinigami:
A mere two months after his retirement from the Army and the beginning of his new life in Japan, Darius met what he believed would be his demise. While out purchasing groceries for an evening meal with his fiance, he was struck in passing by what he thought, at first, was a vehicle, thrown into an alley and badly concussed. His vision hazy, he saw a young man sprint past him- one he could have sworn had a golden chain hanging from his chest. Then, came the monster. A vast and powerful creature, masked in white and bearing a gaping hole of black through its chest. He acted before he could process the horrors he was witnessing, springing to the defense of the youth. They escaped from sight, leaving Darius to fend off the monstrosity. It seemed as if nothing he did could harm it, and before he could think to run, it rent open his belly with a swipe of claws he never saw coming.

He saw a flash of silver, and the world faded to black.

Days later, he woke in the hospital, an unfamiliar man with a comical Pompadour introducing himself as Tatsuha Ouga. The information he revealed to Darius there came with a choice. He could die there in the hospital, as sepsis ravaged his wound... Or he could once again live his life in service and protection of others, and be saved. It was not a difficult choice, for Darius.

::COMBAT::

• Strength: 400
• Skill: 300
• Speed: 100
• Focus: 300
• Constitution: 400
• Reiryoku: 500
• Reiatsu: 100

::Shinigami Arts::

• Zanjutsu: 0/5
• Hakuda: 1/5
• Hoho: 0/5
• Kido: 1/5

Feats:
Undiscovered

Zanpakuto:
Darius' Zanpakuto is a surprisingly short weapon, about the length of a kodachi. It's guard is unremarkable, though he has exchanged it's wrap for one in a deep green, with a matching tassel hanging from the guard.

Shikai:
Sealed

Techniques:
Hakuda-

• Handoburēdo - "The Ol' Knife Hand". By focusing his Riatasu in his fingers and palm, Darius has made an old military joke into reality- Able to deliver a fierce slash or thrust with his open hand, sharp as any blade.
• Gahou - "Fang Blast", a focused punch that upon impact, the user would release a burst of reiatsu, exploding and doing concussive damage. If correctly applied, is quite effective at pushing through barriers and breaking defenses.

Memorized Kido:

• Bakudo: Kōshi - "Lattice". By laying a lattice of reishi over the skin, the wielder may make their body more resilient to slashes of any kind, so long as they maintain focus.
• Bakudo: Fūsa - "Barricade". A broad, rectangular barrier used for access denial... or to have something to put somebody's back to.
• Hado: Tamahou - "Soul Cannon". A small, intense, and fast moving blast of reishi, as effective as a bullet.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Righto- Edits made to fix what you mentioned! Looking forward to this.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

Alright! For your consideration, a foreigner. His Japanese is terrible, he's too old for this shit, and he is here to bring the dad energy to proceedings.

Darius Stone

Darius

Name:
Darius Stone

Age:
28

Gender:
Male

Personality:
Darius Stone is a fairly simple man, who has lived his life by an equally simple ideology- Those who can protect, should. With this core aim, and the morals built up around it, he has been content to live his life a day at a time, offering aid and kindness where he can, and maintaining the strengths he believes necessary to be a bastion for others to shelter behind.

While one would be in considerable error to call him a gentle or peaceful man, there is no denying that he is kind hearted, with a particular soft spot towards the troubled and the young. He is, for such people, endlessly patient, and fiercely protective, though he will push them to be their best selves with equal intensity.

Beyond this, he is an honest man, gruff and outspoken, a strong presence, and respectful.

Backstory:
Born and raised in a small Midwestern town in the United States, Darius' life followed a path that was, perhaps, predictable, or even cliche, by many standards. His father was a factory worker, his mother a veteran- and to hear Darius tell it, they were as different as two people could be, sharing only their love for each other, and the good sense to raise a boy of Darius' size with the discipline and respect to become a guardian, rather than a bully. His school life and home life were, otherwise, quite unremarkable, save those things that are common place in such a community- Schoolyard fights, highschool parties, and a small string of youthful romances that taught him where to stand up for himself, where to relax, and to guard his heart as carefully as he guarded his friends.

It was entirely unsurprising to those who knew him that, the moment he was able, Darius enlisted with the Army, sent away to training no more than a month after he graduated highschool. Here, too, his life went on as most would expect, the youth standing out as a guardian and a leader- though never, he would insist, as a hero. So far as he was concerned, his role in life was to make sure the real heros got where they were going- to protect and train them until they surpassed him by miles.

He spent ten years in service in this manner, progressing no further than Sergeant First Class, and spending the bulk of his career training others- his final years spent in a joint training unit with the JSDF, a posting that would lead him to what he believed would be his future. Here, he met the woman who would become his fiance, and make a permanent home with her in her home town, Sagamiyama...

Why did you become a Substitute Shinigami:
A mere two months after his retirement from the Army and the beginning of his new life in Japan, Darius met what he believed would be his demise. While out purchasing groceries for an evening meal with his fiance, he was struck in passing by what he thought, at first, was a vehicle, thrown into an alley and badly concussed. His vision hazy, he saw a young man sprint past him- one he could have sworn had a golden chain hanging from his chest. Then, came the monster. A vast and powerful creature, masked in white and bearing a gaping hole of black through its chest. He acted before he could process the horrors he was witnessing, springing to the defense of the youth. They escaped from sight, leaving Darius to fend off the monstrosity. It seemed as if nothing he did could harm it, and before he could think to run, it rent open his belly with a swipe of claws he never saw coming.

He saw a flash of silver, and the world faded to black.

Days later, he woke in the hospital, an unfamiliar man with a comical Pompadour introducing himself as Tatsuha Ouga. The information he revealed to Darius there came with a choice. He could die there in the hospital, as sepsis ravaged his wound... Or he could once again live his life in service and protection of others, and be saved. It was not a difficult choice, for Darius.

::COMBAT::

• Strength: 400
• Skill: 300
• Speed: 100
• Focus: 300
• Constitution: 400
• Reiryoku: 500
• Reiatsu: 100

::Shinigami Arts::

• Zanjutsu: 0/5
• Hakuda: 1/5
• Hoho: 0/5
• Kido: 1/5

Feats:
Undiscovered

Zanpakuto:
Darius' Zanpakuto is a surprisingly short weapon, about the length of a kodachi. It's guard is unremarkable, though he has exchanged it's wrap for one in a deep green, with a matching tassel hanging from the guard.

Shikai:
Sealed

Techniques:
Hakuda-

• Handoburēdo - "The Ol' Knife Hand". By focusing his Riatasu in his fingers and palm, Darius has made an old military joke into reality- Able to deliver a fierce slash or thrust with his open hand, sharp as any blade.
• Gahou - "Fang Blast", a focused punch that upon impact, the user would release a burst of reiatsu, exploding and doing concussive damage. If correctly applied, is quite effective at pushing through barriers and breaking defenses.

Memorized Kido:

• Bakudo: Kōshi - "Lattice". By laying a lattice of reishi over the skin, the wielder may make their body more resilient to slashes of any kind, so long as they maintain focus.
• Bakudo: Fūsa - "Barricade". A broad, rectangular barrier used for access denial... or to have something to put somebody's back to.
• Hado: Tamahou - "Soul Cannon". A small, intense, and fast moving blast of reishi, as effective as a bullet.

Bleach - Resonant Souls

@Sho Minazuki Is this group still accepting new players? I just came back to the guild after a long hiatus specifically in search of a Bleach RP, so I was delighted to find this one. I have a character in mind and could have a sheet written up by the end of the day.

Alpha Prep: Werewolves of London (CLOSED)

Blake Russ

Interactions: Brynn @Tonks, Marrok @Marrok, Karuma @Karuma

---

Blake was almost too busy admiring the entrance hall to hear Corbyn's last little speech, or Brynn's responses to him. He replied a little belatedly, as the groups were starting to separate out- raising a hand in farewell and flashing her a grin, even as he carefully avoided smacking anybody in the face with his bags... A task that proved surprisingly difficult, given the size of the bags and how close everybody seemed to be crowding together, despite the size of the hall...

"Er, right! Brynn, then. Later."

With that brief farewell, he let himself get drawn off with the rest of the men, gaze running briefly over each of his new counterparts, wondering who he'd be roomed with. He got the feeling that he'd wind up at odds with the other tank in the crowd, eyes lingering a slight bit longer on Marrok, sizing him up properly even as the other did the same to him. After a moment, he offered a half grin- a friendly expression, on the surface, though it was clear that he was wary. Far from afraid... But certainly wary. From there, his eyes fell to Karuma, the boy who had asked before about skateboarding. He, at least, seemed like he'd be easy to get along with. So, Blake shuffled through the crowd to his size, lightly nudging the smaller male with an elbow, just to get his attention. He kept his voice low, but even then, it was just the sort that carried.

"Hey. Am I the only one a little shell shocked by the size of this place, or what? Could probably fit every pack in the U.P in here and still have room to keep them separate... Name's Blake, by the way, but most just call me Red."

Alpha Prep: Werewolves of London (CLOSED)

Blake Russ

Location: Airport > Alpha Prep

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Blake awoke to a sharp slap to the back of his head, lurching forward with a surprised grunt and half-choking on the snore he'd been half way through when his nap was so rudely interrupted. His face twisted into a grimace as he rubbed his head, casting a side-long glare at his father in the driver's seat. As it had always been, looking at his father was like looking in a slightly gray mirror. A few wrinkles here and there, to be sure, but as of several months ago, they had even turned out the same height. It was invariably eerie. Now, though, his father's usually grim expression was broken by a broad grin, the bright shine of pride in his eyes as he gave a much gentler slap to his child's shoulder.

"We're here, kiddo. Just a plane ride away and you'll be starting a whole new life."

"Hey, hey, come on old man- you make it sound like I'll never see you again. We both know I'll sleep through the first semester and be home by the second to keep your wrinkly ass safe."

He pulled himself from the car as he spoke, partly to get his bags-- and partly to avoid having to look at his father. His jest aside, they both knew there was a real possibility that this was the last time they'd be seeing each other, at the very least for a long, long time. The rusty old truck's suspension creaked as Blake reached into the back and heaved the pair of duffel bags he was taking with him out, letting the weight of both settle onto one broad shoulder while his gaze ran over the airport. This was it, the threshold. The furthest Samwise had ever traveled from the shire, the edge of the valley, the palace walls. This was where he took the first step to, dare he say... A whole new world.
His silent thoughts were interrupted as his father's scarred hand fell to his shoulder again. There was no hug for them, no shared glance, because neither wanted the other to see the tears welling in their eyes. It just didn't befit guardians like themselves. Blake heard his father clear his throat, a sound that was suspiciously choked, though his words remained level as the pair started towards the airport doors.

"Listen, Kiddo... I know you don't think this is the job for you. I know you'd be content coming home and taking my job when I'm too old to do it, but they picked you for a reason. You try your hardest. Make some friends, but don't be used by anyone. Show them what you can do, but never lord it over them. Expect the best of others, and if they don't deliver, then help them to. And... You know what your mother would say. Three meals a day. Keep yourself clean. Never forget to call your brother and I."

The airport doors loomed before them, surely a dozen times larger than they had any right to be, and by far the most intimidating thing Blake had ever faced. He dared not say a word, lest his voice fail him, and he slipped from his father's grasp with reluctance, the old man's voice fading behind him as the doors closed the gap between.

"Goodbye, kiddo. I love you."

---

The plane ride had been awful, and Blake had been certain there was no way the day could get worse. The van ride proved him severely wrong. Surrounded by four other kids in a van packed full of their bags and themselves, with a brute of a driver, for hours... And not a damn word said between the lot of them. He'd given up enduring the silence halfway through and dug his headphones free of his bag, spending the latter half of the ride pretending to nap, the familiar sounds of music filling his ears and his head. He'd almost managed to actually drift off despite his nerves when he felt the change in the van, cracking an eye open to see what had happened. Met immediately with the sight of the mansion that would be their home, Blake barely managed to keep his jaw from falling open.
Houghton was a mining town. He lived on a river, at the foot of a mountain, surrounded by forest and buried in snow nine months a year. He was used to nature, and to its beauty, but this was like something out of a television show. The sort of mansion that the generic English family lived in, getting into sit-com antics with the help and playing games of snooker with their comically long pipes. With barely hidden awe, he reached up to tug his headphones out, just in time to hear their driver's speech.

"Alright, now that we're all here I want you to listen up and listen well. I won't repeat myself. I am sure most of you are wondering what you are doing here. I am Councilman Corbyn. The council has been watching each and every one of you closely and we are pleased with what we see. You have many of the qualities we are looking for in Alphas, however, the path to leading a Pack is a long and rigorous one. For the next four years, you will be attending Alpha Prep, a school designed to prepare young Wolves such as yourselves to become great Alphas in the years to follow. Over half of you won't make it through your first year; half of those that do, won't make it to graduation. Some of you may even die. Those of you who do make it to graduation will be rewarded the title of Alpha, and rewarded with your own pack territory where you will start your new lives." He paused, and Blake briefly felt the man's eyes upon him, as if sizing him up. "Now then, welcome to Alpha Prep."

As the speech ended, Blake let his gaze drift over each of the others in the car, before it was inevitably drawn back to the mansion they would be staying in, learning to be alphas in. He saw the wolves lining up to see the new bloods, instinctively drawing himself up in his seat against their gazes, squaring his shoulders. Faintly, he heard one of the girls in the van ask where he and the others were from, and he answered without really thinking about it, running a hand through his hair idly.

"Houghton, Michigan. Little mining town in the U.P- my pack kept to the forest."

He was going to talk more, his nerves bringing him to be chattier than usual, and found himself instead silently relieved that his train of thought was interrupted by another short speech by their driver, followed shortly by a barked order for them to pile out of the van. Slinging his duffels back onto his shoulder, he was one of the first ones out, finding himself somewhere in the middle of the gathering group of other new students. Without really thinking about it, he gravitated back towards the girl that had spoken earlier, Rust-Orange gaze giving her a swift once over now that they were out of the van. She was shorter than he was, though that was nothing new to him, and looked like the type of girl that would kick him in the groin over a stupid question. He liked her already.

"Name's Blake, by the way. Blake Russ."