04-16-2009, 08:21 AM
Name: Ayame Chinatus
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ayame is not a large female by any standards, roughly 4'7 in height she has a less than intimidating aura around her. her body is tight and compacted, small pert breasts graceing her chest and slim hips leading into her nicely toned legs. Her hair is long and a lime green, normally tied back into a long braid. Her clothing consists of a tomboys taste with long cargo pants, heavy army boots and a long sleeved shirt with a vest. Her amber eyes and thick rimmed glasses complete the flow of her body. Her sword has a red sheath with a gold design wrapping around it. The hand guard is in the shape of a wheel with eight spokes. The blade is long, a good foot more longer than most normal katana.
Bio: Ayame was always a girl who wanted to be remembered, wanted strength and wanted to have her name go down in history as someone who did something amazing. She died early in her life, and through years of work she was accepted as an unseated shinigami after a long amount of hard work, and everything seemed fine until she was killed. Killed but she did not stay dead, working back into the real world, with powers she refuses to explain. She harbors no ill will to the shinigami, but her imminence spirit power is not an ally to them.
Weapon: Akemi Megumi [bright victory]
Shikai: Command: Sound Akemi Megumi. The sword lengthens into a long staff, there is a heavy ball at one end with a long scythe at the other, the weapon is a bright silver with gold inlay, the tip of the scythe is a red and seem to drip. The scythe is able to creat shockwaves of sound, destroying everything in their path and extending her rance, she calls these attacks banshee screams.
Bankai: "Kiyoko Akemi Megumi" [pure bright victory] The the staff turns into a long chain, turning the giant scythe into a Kusarigama Her clothing is also altered with a black mask covering her lower face, moveing down into a open black overcoat. She can use both the ends to direct her banshee screams, turning the weapon into a very good distance weapon, and giving the strikes a bone shattering edge.
Hollowfication: Her mask is smooth and pristine, a cross shaped opening across the front for her to see through. It encompasses her entire head, her long braid trailing down her back and covered with white plates of mask with a long blade at the end. She has mostly normal hollow powers such as Cero to augment her already impressive spirit power.
ooc: I was told that this was still alive and well and that i should ask to see if i can get a PM of your char's individual roles in this RP in lue of reading the entire thing over. so please send me a short post on it ^_^
IC:
The girl sat down upon the top of a telephone pole, watching the events unfold beneath her, a strange battle with some strange precipitants all around, but this was not her battle, and she would watch for now, as she had for years. Her sword laid in her rams, the sheath resting on her shoulder and the rest sat between her crossed legs. She removed her glasses and whiped them on her shirt, cleaning them off and returning to watching the fight, if she was noticed, or saw something interesting, it would be a nice thing to get some exercise.
Gender: Female
Appearance: Ayame is not a large female by any standards, roughly 4'7 in height she has a less than intimidating aura around her. her body is tight and compacted, small pert breasts graceing her chest and slim hips leading into her nicely toned legs. Her hair is long and a lime green, normally tied back into a long braid. Her clothing consists of a tomboys taste with long cargo pants, heavy army boots and a long sleeved shirt with a vest. Her amber eyes and thick rimmed glasses complete the flow of her body. Her sword has a red sheath with a gold design wrapping around it. The hand guard is in the shape of a wheel with eight spokes. The blade is long, a good foot more longer than most normal katana.
Bio: Ayame was always a girl who wanted to be remembered, wanted strength and wanted to have her name go down in history as someone who did something amazing. She died early in her life, and through years of work she was accepted as an unseated shinigami after a long amount of hard work, and everything seemed fine until she was killed. Killed but she did not stay dead, working back into the real world, with powers she refuses to explain. She harbors no ill will to the shinigami, but her imminence spirit power is not an ally to them.
Weapon: Akemi Megumi [bright victory]
Shikai: Command: Sound Akemi Megumi. The sword lengthens into a long staff, there is a heavy ball at one end with a long scythe at the other, the weapon is a bright silver with gold inlay, the tip of the scythe is a red and seem to drip. The scythe is able to creat shockwaves of sound, destroying everything in their path and extending her rance, she calls these attacks banshee screams.
Bankai: "Kiyoko Akemi Megumi" [pure bright victory] The the staff turns into a long chain, turning the giant scythe into a Kusarigama Her clothing is also altered with a black mask covering her lower face, moveing down into a open black overcoat. She can use both the ends to direct her banshee screams, turning the weapon into a very good distance weapon, and giving the strikes a bone shattering edge.
Hollowfication: Her mask is smooth and pristine, a cross shaped opening across the front for her to see through. It encompasses her entire head, her long braid trailing down her back and covered with white plates of mask with a long blade at the end. She has mostly normal hollow powers such as Cero to augment her already impressive spirit power.
ooc: I was told that this was still alive and well and that i should ask to see if i can get a PM of your char's individual roles in this RP in lue of reading the entire thing over. so please send me a short post on it ^_^
IC:
The girl sat down upon the top of a telephone pole, watching the events unfold beneath her, a strange battle with some strange precipitants all around, but this was not her battle, and she would watch for now, as she had for years. Her sword laid in her rams, the sheath resting on her shoulder and the rest sat between her crossed legs. She removed her glasses and whiped them on her shirt, cleaning them off and returning to watching the fight, if she was noticed, or saw something interesting, it would be a nice thing to get some exercise.