Name: Hiromi Hiso
Age: One hundred and eighty.
Appearance: 18
Persona: Hiso is one of those people who doesn't have an easily described personality. He tends to think that the fate of the world rests on his actions, and conseqeuently he puts himself under a lot of unnecessary pressure. Despite any accomplishments he makes, every mistake weighs on him heavily until he completely loses sight of anything good he's ever done. While this does tend to make Hiso a rather quiet and morose individual, it also gives him a drive to constantly improve, which could explain how he has mastered Bankai at such a tender age (for a shinigami). In addition, this quality also gives Hiso a degree of concentration and effort when assigned a mission, especially a "hush-hush" one, that is nearly unrivaled. An average observor, however, would usually call Hiso completely inactive, as he doesn't tend to immediately sign up for available missions and spends much of his free time staring off into the distance or going for what he calls "sojourns" in remote areas of Soul Society. Their case is further strengthened by the fact that Hiso tends to avoid talking to others or interacting with them on a personal basis. What these people fail to realize is that Hiso doesn't train as often anymore because he has already achieved the maximum power form of his zanpakutou, and the reason he tends to avoid others is that he does not wish to share his burden of sadness and self-denial with them.
When in a rare happy mood, Hiso enjoys sharing his observations about the natural world and creatures inhabiting Soul Society, as well as stories about his past missions, which are surprisingly many when totaled. In fact, most of the myth about his laziness as a Shinigami is inspired by his behavior over three years, at the most, and usually looked upon as a dramatic personality change. Hiso is less then repentant about his recent habits of allowing missions his squad qualifies for to slip past, as he believes that after witnessing some of the atrocities he has seen he deserves a bit of a vacation. Taking his depressive tendencies into account, most others would agree with him. Hiso also displays a rare and unusual gift to perfectly understand the feelings of others, a trait he calls his "seventh sense", his "sixth sense" being the ability to see other spiritual beings. However, Hiso rarely uses this ability unless absolutely necessary. A final defining character trait of Hiso is his dislike of wasted force, believing that anything worth doing is worth doing efficiently. This attitude is reflected in the form of his zanpakutou, as well as his willingness to throw aside his quiet nature when necessary.
Physical Stature: Hiso is only about average height, and his shinigami clothing is fairly stereotypical with the exception of his addition of a bright sky blue scarf around his neck. His hair, which is thick and naturally curly, is a bright silver color. Hiso's eyes could probably burn through metal if he stared at it hard enough, and their steel-gray coloration lends a certain frightening aspect to his rare glares. Hiso's skin tone could probably best be described as "chocolate", and he speaks with a strangely exotic accent. Rather then carrying his zanpakutou by his side, Hiso wears it across his back, as its unsealed form is slightly different from that of most zanpakutou. His also carries a small, leather pouch at his waist containing whatever is needed for a given mission (if anything.) Hiso wears his shinigami kimono in the ordinary manner, though he tends to allow it to fit loosely in order to disguise his actions, although not loosely enough to cause a problem moving. His sleeves, in particular, are large enough that by drawing back his arms slightly he can hide his fingers. While this trait would normally be fairly useless, Hiso combines it with the traits unique to his own zanpakutou in order to further his disguise.
While using Bankai, Hiso's kimono becomes a bright silver color, and his hair lengthens to his shoulders and straightens itself out. In addition, his scarf unravels itself and threads itself through the fibers of Hiso's Kimono, creating an intricate design which appears to be the kanji for "Slice" interwoven with that of the kanji for "Sword". Hiso's eyes become red in this transformation, and his skin tone deepens to the point that his body appears to have become a "photo negative" due to the amount of reiatsu he is unconsciously emitting.
Division: Sixth
Seat: Twelfth
Zanpakutou: Characal (a type of winged cat found in certain myths)
Sealed: In her sealed form, Characal appears to be a sword which resembles nothing so much as a long, metal spike with a blood-channel and crossguard. The blade has no cutting edge except for the very tip, and is designed to block heavy blows that most unsealed zanpakutou cannot handle and then attack with quick thrusts towards the head. To use it requires great precision and timing.
Shikai: Characal's release command is "Cut Away". Rather then growing in size, Characal shrinks to the size of a medical scalpel, before encasing Hiso's body in a layer of reiatsu that interacts with his own, causing his spiritual pressure and physical image to gradually vanish from the sight of the enemy. Characal's blade itself is the only visible object at this point in Hiso's transformation. At full power, it takes about five minutes for Characal to fade completely. While using Shikai in full invisibility form, Hiso's reiatsu is compressed and channeled to the one inch blade of his scalpel. Using Shikai, Hiso's obvious strategy is to build up the pressure of his blade to the point where it can slice through the enemy's defense without problem. Since Hiso himself is impossible to determine the precise location of, he's an almost unhittable target except for the fact that when attacking, his blade's pressure flares up. As Characal is only about an inch long, Hiso must move in fairly closely to an opponent while attacking. Characal's only additional ability is its "Crested Scalpel", which slightly decompresses the reiatsu forming the blade enough that its length becomes that of an ordinary Zanpakutou, giving Hiso better strike range and more power with his hits.
Bankai: Characal's Bankai,
Hakai no Characal (Characal of Destruction), is almost a complete reversal of its first form (melt away and attack cautiously). In Bankai, Characal supercompresses its reiatsu to the size of an atom and then releases it, causing a small explosion of spiritual pressure whenever Hiso changes. While in Bankai, Characal becomes a stereotypic katana nearly a yard in length with a thin, yet well-tempered blade. Though its form is still small compared to other bankai, Characal emits enough raw reiatsu to decimate an entire skyscraper with one swing. In addition, Hiso's natural reiatsu is completely unleashed allowing him almost unrivaled power. In this form, he can easily move at speeds comparable to those of flash steps naturally, and also possesses the ability to easily counter most weak attacks with his bare hands. While this form seems nearly limitless in terms of raw strength, it is by nature completely unstable and therefore completely uncontrollable. In order to maintain this form, Hiso must constantly use his reiatsu to either attack an enemy or guard against an attack. In addition, Hiso is completely unable to distinguish friend from foe while using Bankai. As such, he tends to make use of it only when alone. Hiso's reiatsu only permits him fifteen minutes in which he can safely use bankai, and the longer he uses it the more danger he puts himself in. Since Hiso has no way to replace reiatsu lost during bankai and use of his bankai essentially overrides all safety measures in his reiatsu control, he could conceivably destroy himself if he spent more then twenty minutes transformed. It could be said that Characal's bankai is almost the exact opposite of most shinigami: while bankai is usually a form attained by gaining complete control of one's spiritual power, Hiso gains power by releasing his restraints and allowing his spiritual power to take him over. Hiso refuses to use bankai unless absolutely necessary, and even in situations where it could potentially be helpful he refuses to release it unless he is on the edge of defeat.
Spirit: Characal takes the form of a large cat with long, sandy fur. Her ears are tufted, giving her a lynx-like appearance, and her back is graced with a pair of long, delicate wings that seemed to shimmer when she walks. Her eyes are steel grey in the same manner of her shinigami partner. Characal speaks often, to the point that Hiso often wonders whether or not he should ask her to shut up and let him think. Her attitude towards fighting is far more straightforward then Hiso's. Step one: find out who the bad guys are. Step Two: Kill them all. Such attitude diversity is reflected in the difference between Characal's shikai and bankai forms.
Biography: Hiso has never told anyone the circumstances that resulted in his attainment of bankai, but they are part of what makes him who he is today. His story started in the year 1827, the year of his death. He was a storyteller in a wandering tribe of bedouins when he died, killed by one of his own men after it was discovered that he possessed a jewel of almost limitless value. When he awoke, his soul was immediately put through konso by a shinigami with silver hair, much like his own. Strangely, however, when Hiso joined Soul Society he was left with only a dim memory of sand. After being assigned to the sixth division, he occupied the twelfth chair. He never interacted with the other members of his division, with the exception of one: Bell.
Bell was a strange shinigami, one who seemed to think of himself as completely unbeatable. Tall, strong, and vocal, he served as Hiso's role model when the younger shinigami was just starting out, and became a sort of father figure. Hiso, naturally shy by nature as his name suggested, (Hiso means "Whisper") learned from Bell to step out from the sidelines and become more aggressive. Gradually, Hiso discovered his natural talent at Kidou and fell into place in his squad. They fought many battles together, against strange and often violent enemies. Hiso witnessed the attacks of hollows who performed unspeakable acts, killing men, women, and innocent children in front of his eyes. It was on his first real mission that Hiso was forced to watch as a particularly powerful hollow, who had cast him aside like a rag doll, swallowed the spirits of a pair of five-year-old girls. It was only the timely intervention of Bell that saved Hiso himself from becoming a meal. The older shinigami explained to his younger colleague that it was the duty of a shinigami to make sure that accidents such as that did not happen, and to be strong enough that they did not need rescue. (Bell was a bit of a "hands-on" person). Hiso took those words to heart, developing the "nothing less then perfection" mentality that currently exists within him. Unfortunately, Bell never explained that perfection is virtually unattainable and from that day forward whenever something went even remotely wrong Hiso would blame himself for it. Nevertheless, he pressed on, gaining more control over his shinigami power. However, strangely, though Hiso brought Characal to submission through training, he could not quite achieve bankai. Puzzled by this, Hiso was forced to put his thoughts aside as he and Bell were selected for a dangerous mission: retrieving a plus currently in the middle of an area swarmed by hollows.
Hiso and Bell arrived at their destination only to be ambushed by a large group of Menos Grande. Though the two fought valiantly, Hiso's chance at victory was precluded when a stray shot from a hollow knocked him out while he was still camouflaged through the use of Characal. He awoke a few minutes later to find that Bell had been severely injured, and about seven of the hollows were still remaining, laughing in triumph. Enraged, Hiso attacked only to find that his opponents were much faster then he was, and led by a weak arrancar besides. Engaged on all sides, Hiso felt his options were exhausted. His enemies were closing in, and he did not possess the raw power needed to destroy them. In a last-ditch effort to achieve bankai, he pushed his already compressed reiatsu into the smallest form he could think of while his opponents closed in. Unfortunately, Hiso lacked the stability to maintain the compression which resulted in an explosion of reiatsu. Fortunately for Hiso, that explosion served as the catalyst for his blade's transformation into its bankai form. He only sustained it for a period of five minutes, but it was long enough to wipe out the entirety of the opposition. Searchers from Seireiterei found a completely drained and nearly dead Hiso lying next to Bell, in a clearing where there had once been a forest...
While Hiso was unconscious, he dreamed of a world of total darkness and destruction, where a sinsiter being, or possibly many dark beings, began to crush the life out of him. In horror, he ran away, only to find that when he looked at himself, his body had become like that of the dark beings. The nightmare might not have been so bad had it not lasted for all three days of Hiso's unconsciousness. Scared to death, he awoke to discover that Bell had also been killed. Heartbroken, Hiso decided to take a sort of "extended vacation" while he got over the loss of his friend and came to grips with the destructive force of his own bankai. He only agreed to join Hitsugaya after realizing that the results of the trip to "Hell" seemed similar to his own dream, and wondering whether there was a connection.
Specialization: Hiso specializes mainly in Kidou. Though his Zanjutsu is fairly accomplished the nature of his Shikai prevents him from utilizing it to its fullest extent. His other main accomplishment, therefore, is his Houhou skills.
Kidou: (I'm using some of my own Kidou, is this okay?)
Atlas- This spell will conjure a weight (prior to connecting it is visible as a box of rippling air) that falls from the air above the opponent, with an aim to land on the opponent’s shoulders, making their arms incredibly heavy. Thus their capability to strike quickly with their arms is hindered. If it hits, it will visually be invisible.
Incantation: “Weight of the World on your shoulders, suffer your punishment. Bear the Heavens or all shall fall. No rest for the weary, no sleep for the wretched. Bakudou #26, Atlas!”
Eternal Requiem: The user of this kidou performs it by placing one hand over their own heart and then pointing at the desired target. After saying the incantation, the user stamps on the ground twice in rhythm with their own heartbeat. An enemy affected by this kidou will have their ears filled with nothing but the sound of the shinigami's beating heart, which will amplify itself for as long as the user continues to hold a hand over their heart. Eventually, the sound may drive an enemy mad.
Incantation: "Resound, my heartbeat! The City of Dis cries in agony! Bakudou #19, Eternal Requiem!
Cosmos Summit -Summons large pedestals made of stone from the ground to slam into the target.
Incantation: Poseidon, almighty over Earth. Land to sea, shockwaves, immense destruction. To the ends of the land, to the grounds of the Seven Seas! Rise and affront to one's toll! Hadou #19, Cosmos Summit!
Defusion - The user of this kidou charges the energy into them. Rings of reisatsu glow around their body then burst out, slashing out at everything in an atom like formation. The energy blasts are as strong as blades and can cut the skin as one would with a regular zanpakutou
Incantation: The south gate is broken. The north gate scatters unleashing my potential. Ablaze is my soul, impossible to touch. Hadou #15, Defusion
Desert Tomb- This kidou operates in two halves. First, the user draws a circle on the ground with their finger. Next, they stand just outside the circle's edge and clap their hands together before saying the incantation. The ground within the circle's influence will be transformed into quicksand, which will immediately swallow anyone within the boundary of the circle before returning to its original state. The success of this kidou is dependent on the reiatsu of the target, as those with strong enough reiatsu may simply break free.
Incantation: The South Gate Opens! The western plains scatter across the heavens! Show me thy power. Hadou #67, Desert Tomb!
Due to his relatively few years of experience, Hiso made the decision to focus on a few Kido of fairly great power rather then beginning with a few basics. As a result, while he knows the more powerful Kidou mentioned above, Hiso doesn't know squat about using more universal techniques such as white lightning.
RP SAMPLE: (Taken from CARD GAMES, by ACC-M)
"I'm waiting," Judai said as he tapped his foot impatiently. Nicholas, the supposed duelist of darkness, was still lollygagging around with his next play.
"Patience, Yuki Judai. I need only to decide which of my cards to play." Nicholas countered, before selecting one. "I believe I shall set one monster..."
The gigantic card back materialized on the field, its sideways position indicating it was a defensive monster.
"And I shall activate the spell card 'Wings of Dark Angel', which allows me to special summon any Dark Seraph or Dark Cherubim monster from my deck providing that another monster is already on the field." Nicholas finished, inserting the card into its appropriate slot. A scattering of black feathers dropped from mid-air, before gleaming and solidifying into another marble-skinned being, this one much less impressive looking then his Trumpeter counterpart and wholly without armament of any sort. His raiment, however, was virtually identical. "This monster," Nicholas continued, "Is known as Dark Seraph. He may be weaker then most, but as long as he remains in attack position, he is completely immune to destruction through battle. I will now place one card face down, and end my turn." With that, he placed a final card into his duel disk and brought his turn to and end.
"Looks like I'm up, then," Judai responded, reaching for a card from his deck. "Let's wrap this up quickly!"
Draw Phase->>>>>Skyscraper 2-Hero City
A satisfied smile graced Judai's lips as he activated the field slot on his duel disk. "You like field spells, Nicholas? Here's one of my personal favorites. Go, Hero City!"
As soon as Judai finished speaking, the entire interior of the dome began to shake as a large, circular building with a red-domed top that gave it an appearance reminiscent of a large mushroom burst from the floor, followed by identical buildings of red, green, and yellow. Each building continued to rise until they towered over both combatants, creating the illusion that a futuristic city had appeared. The buildings seemed to gleam in anticipation. Judai was only too eager to explain his new field spell's effects to the opposition. "Hero City is a special favorite field spell of mine. Basically, if one of my Elemental Heroes is destroyed by battle, I get to bring it back free of charge during my next standby phase. And then, thanks to Card of Safe Return, I get a free draw every time that happens. Any questions?"
"Only one," Nicholas responded. "How do you feel about losing it?" Judai was about to reply when his opponent flipped his face-down. "Reverse Card, open. Dust Tornado!"
Judai's face fell for a moment as a burst of wind shot from the trap card, completely sweeping away the city he had just played. "Not a bad move. You're better then I thought," he replied not unkindly.
"As are you. I'm not usually picked to fight against pro-level duelists, on the other hand, so I suppose I was asking for that turnaround earlier." Nicholas responded flatly. "Carry on with your move, Yuki Judai."
"With pleasure," Judai grinned. "I summon Neo-Spacian Aqua Dolphin!"
The new monster appeared on the field in a burst of bubbles and immediately stood to attention. Its blue skin and dolphin-like head gave it a distinctly marine appearance, while its posture and body indicated some degree of humanity. The monster turned to Judai momentarily, crossing his finned arms.
You sure know how to pick them, Judai. It said, rolling its eyes.
This guy looks like a total nut.
"You have no idea how right you are," Judai replied, his face set grimly. "Could I get some help with removing whatever he's got up his sleeve?"
One Echolocation coming up! The dolphin replied before pulling back and releasing a stream of sonic waves from his mouth. Nicholas stared in surprise as the waves struck his hand, revealing the identity of each individual card.
"Neat ability, huh? While Aqua Dolphin is on my side of the field, I can choose any monster in your hand and send it to the graveyard, provided that it has fewer attack points than a monster on my field," Judai explained. "Since my most powerful monster is Stratos I get to snipe any monster with fewer than eighteen hundred attack points in your hand. And it just so happens that you have one- say goodbye to Dark Cherubim!"
Nicholas watched without reaction as the monster, which resembled a large, black-scaled alligator with several golden wings covered with eyes arranged along its back, exploded in a burst of white light as he inserted its card into the graveyard slot. "Is that all?" he asked, obviously bored.
"Well, not quite. See, when Aqua dolphin wipes out a monster from your hand you take five hundred points of direct damage. And I'm not quite done yet- Aqua dolphin, attack his facedown monster!" Judai commanded. The dolphin obeyed, launching himself at the facedown card before bringing down his arm on it with a gesture akin to launching a karate chop. The card buckled slightly before changing positions, revealing an angel with grey skin, wings, and robes, holding its arms up in a defensive block. The creature seemed to be a young girl who had apparently died in sadness, as tears ran down her face and stained the grey robe that was her only covering. Contrary to the depiction of most female duel monsters, this one appeared to be little more then five years old. Judai nearly balked in surprise. "What on earth?"
"Dark Seraph Miseres. She is by far the most useful monster in my deck," Nicholas replied, still wholly without emotion. "Were Dark Sanctuary still on the field, I could have destroyed either of your monsters merely by summoning her. However, her secondary effect is the next-best thing: while I have another Dark Seraph or Dark Cherubim in play, I may add a card to my hand." His statement finished, Nicholas completed the action he had just described before leveling his finger at his opponent. "Do you wish to attack again?"
Judai stared at the monster he had just attacked, as did his retreating Aqua Dolphin. Something seemed to strike him as he turned to Nicholas, his face a mask of anger. "Hypocrite," he accused, "You say that duel spirits are demons, but there's one in your own deck! What is she doing there if all spirits are evil? Tell me that!"
Nicholas laughed coldly. "If you are referring to Miseres, it is a subject best forgotten. Rest assured, she is completely at my mercy, not the other way around, as it is with you, Judai. Keep yourself from pitying her. She is no more then another card in my deck."
The angel continued to stare at Judai, tears streaming afresh from her eyes.
Judai had reached his breaking point. "You're dead," he muttered, before pointing at his opponent's monster. "Stratos! Wildheart! Attack Dark Seraph!"
"I assume I already told you that Dark Seraph is not destroyed by battle. Why bother attacking him?" Nicholas inquired, emotion still wholly absent from his voice.
"Because I, unlike you, know how to play this game." Judai responded. "Any good duelist would know that just because a monster isn't destroyed doesn't mean that you don't lose life points when it gets attacked." As he finished speaking, the Dark Seraph found himself on the receiving end of a massive downswing from Wildheart's blade, which, while it knocked him over, failed to destroy him. The moment he had pulled himself to his feet, a gale of wind from Stratos's turbines sent him reeling once again.
Nicholas barely noticed the dropping life points on his counter. "A good duelist, Yuki Judai, would have removed Miseres from the field. I could now tribute my monsters for a higher-level monster, you realize." he countered.
Judai lowered his gaze. "I don't want to bring more pain to an obviously tormented spirit," he replied, "Which you seem to have no qualms with doing. Aside from that, however, I did see your hand when I used Aqua Dolphin's ability, so I knew there were no high-level monsters in it."
"For the time being..." Nicholas replied levelly, "For the time being. I believe it is my turn."
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Achan stared at Tacey, who had unsuccessfully attempted to make her way past Manjoume. He should be happy that he had successfully one-upped her, and yet his heart wasn't really in it. Sure she had gone behind his back earlier, but did that really make his doing the same thing right? She had a point there. And wasn't doing something just to spite her lowering himself to her level? If these thoughts were all that prevented Achan from crowing in triumph he probably could have brushed them away, but something in Tacey's reaction had caused him to stop. For the first time, he had to consider the distinct possibility that Tacey Edgeworth was a fellow human being and, pompous and misguided though she was, she was no more immune to embarassment and having her feelings hurt than he was. Though he would never admit it, Achan actually felt a little sorry for her. In the same position, come to think of it, he would probably have gone after Judai if Tacey hadn't wished to do the same thing. Though he hated to admit it, Tacey was right. He really was an idiot, though it seemed a bit too late to do anything about it now... or was it? Achan looked closely at his program and made his decision. Tearing a page from the booklet, Achan removed a pen from his pocket and hastily scribbled the words '
I distract you watch' on it before forming the note into a crude minature paper airplane and launching it to Tacey. Without waiting for her reaction, he stepped between her and Manjoume. "Excuse me, Manjoume," he asked, careful not to mispronounce the older duelist's last name, "But why is it that Judai called you 'San-da'? Is that your middle name or something?" He made sure to keep his voice and face the picture of innocence.