Sanjuro
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 |  Subject: Sanjuro, Captain of Squad 9 (vizard in seceret)  Sat May 21, 2011 2:34 pm | |
| Name: Evergreen Sanjuro (Sam) Ex-Division: N/A Division: Current Captain of Squad 9 Age: 1024 actual; visual 29 Height: 7 Feet Appearance: Sanjuro could be attractive, with his full mouth and 7-feet of well-toned muscle, if his expression didn't look permanently annoyed. His hair is a deep mahogany and stands up in all directions like a spiky halo, framing pronounced features set in a proportioned face. His eyebrows are straight and serious, his nose prominent and narrow. His green eyes are hard, solidified by years of exposure to the bitter side of life. His body tells the same story; numerous close shaves with hollows and the like have left scars in gashes across his back and torso. His ominous look is intensified by the tribal tattoos painting his arms with intricate patterns and shapes. Sanjuro wears a sleeveless black shinigami uniform and a sleeveless captains jacket over it with white sandals and black socks. Gender:Male Personality: Sanjuro wears a hard outer mask, put in place after years of reclusiveness and lack of social interaction while he was alive. However, he has a soft core that turns fiery in battle. He avoids social interaction unless it is a necessity, and people generally perceive him as strange and intimidating, possibly dangerous - someone you should not cross, and they don't. Sanjuro is incredibly intelligent - intuitive and incisive. He has the ability to think on his feet and make split-second decisions on which he can act immediately. He spends most of his free time in the library, reading and re-reading the thick leather-bound books that line its many shelves. When he's not paging through old books, he spends hours training with his zanpakuto on scolding roofs under the blazing sun. Likes: Sanjuro’s likes include reading and helping people Dislikes: His main dislikes include, people who give into gluttony, he also dislikes people who prey on the weak and those who are arrogant and vain. Specialties: Sanjuro’s unique ness comes with his eyes. They allows him to see into both the infrared and ultraviolet light spectrums allowing him to see clearly in almost all light conditions and allow him to see further than spiritually possible. He also has a photographic memory something that aids him a lot when having to remember the names of new recruits. He was also born with no clear dominate side allowing him to use both side of his body equally. Zanpakuto:ōkami PakkuHistory: - Spoiler:
Sanjuro has always been able to see mysterious, ghost-like things that other people couldn't. He was conceived out of wed-lock, and his birth would of been a blown-out scandal had its details not been well concealed and distorted so that it no longer resembled the truth. His mother had been a low-ranked maid working in a rich family's villa. She had served under the striking son of a well-known Count; a proud and arrogant man whose lustful nature drew him to fancy the pretty girl who cleaned his suite. One fateful night he trapped her in his room and fought with her, until forcefully deflowering the helpless women. Nine months later she died giving birth to Sanjuro in the servants quarters. He grew up as a servant's boy in the villa. No one except his father knew he still had a living parent, and he never showed him any special kindness. To the rich son of a Count, Sanjuro was a symbol of his shame.
Just before his 13th birthday, he escapes the villa with a small bag containing his belongings and a few provisions. He runs all the way to the Great Library in the city. There he befriends the librarian, who allows him to sleep in the Library's spacious basement and gives him two square meals a day. Over the next four years, Sanjuro developed an intense fascination for books, poring over ancient texts by lamplight every evening until the early hours of the morning. He was deeply unsettled, and longed to know who he really was; where he came from and what his purpose was in the world. Since he had no one to question, he turned to his books. In his 25th year, 11 years after the old librarian took him in, he died in a freak accident. He was searching for a specific book at the top of a huge bookshelf, still in the vain hope of discovering some answers to his questions. When he reached the top rung of his ladder, he spotted the book he was looking for. At the same time he lost his balance and grabbed hold of the shelf opposite, bringing the entire thing down on top of him. His end was quick and painful.
He wandered around the library for a few years as a ghost eventually becoming earth bound unable to leave the library. One day a hollow attacked the library killing the old librarian. The hollow was following the trail of a very abnormally high reiatsu. Sanjuro felt the hollow trespass on his territory and attacked, enraged by the death of the librarian. A white substance covering his face in his rage, it took the shape of a deer’s skull whith juvenile horns. The hollow didn’t stand a chance. When the fight was over the mask crumbled from his face, Sanjuro searched for the spirit of the old librarian but couldn’t for the life of him find the old man. A few days later a shinigami appeared and took Sanjuro to the soul society against his will because he hadn’t found the librarian yet.
The Soul Society from a nobody to a captain
Rukongai Arc
Sanjuro didn’t like the soul society at first. He found the majority of the population boring, simple minded even. He became a recluse and lived by himself in 78th district on the south side. The reputation for that area was that it was disruptive and criminal. Since Sanjuro’s arrival in that area that changed. For a radius of a hundred meters around the house where Sanjuro lived it was peaceful and quite. He broke up fights when they occurred and always caught thieves when they stole. He made the people involved very, very sorry. Eventually the just gave up fighting and stealing. The normal residence of the area liked Sanjuro, to them, he was their peacekeeper. Which was why they were all very sad. When he got accepted in the shinigami academy, but they were also very happy for him.
Academy Arc
Sanjuro arrived at the shinigami academy a day late. This was the first, but certainly not the last time he would be late for something. He was nearly kicked out because he was late. This showed disrespect and disobedience to the rules. Sanjuro apologized many times over and they decided to give him one more chance. They were glad they did. Sanjuro excelled greatly. He mastered all the required Kido weeks before his peers, he had excellent sword skills and he exhibited a strong sense of right and wrong. It was one night before the end exams that Sanjuro’s latent ability emerged. When he died his brain started filtering information in a different way and became bottomless it never forgot anything and stored everything, it slowly started to release information to Sanjuro during his time at the shinigami academy , but now it awakened. The experience was quite painful like having every cell in his brain stabbed with a needle. He fell on his back his pupils became dilated and his body began to shake violently as his brain released the tidal wave of information. When Sanjuro wrote the exam the next morning. He passed with flying colors he was the first shinigami in history to have a near perfect score (it is impossible to get 100%). What had happened to him the night before enabled him to remember everything he had learnt the past years at the academy. His memory had become photographic, but more than just remembering the things he see, but also the things he can smell, touch, and the experiences he has had. He could recall every single thing that had happened to him as if it had just occurred.
Shinigami Arc:
Sanjuro graduated from the academy. A few weeks later after he had acquired his zanpakuto. It amazed everybody that he had a twin style zanpakuto. A style only a handful of shinigami acquired. Sanjuro was placed in the 5th squad at first because of his exceptional kido ability. He later moved to the ninth squad a place where he was surrounded by information especially classified information that had to be safeguarded. From the day Sanjuro graduated he had one goal and that was to become captain of the squad he is in. He trained for hundred years to acquire and perfect his shikai, which he used to take the second seat of his squad. This was also the first time Sanjuro took a life. The previous vice captain wasn’t going to give up easily and it ended up being a death match to the end. He then trained for another two hundred years to master his Bankai. It was in his bankai training that he discovered his inner hollow, a malevolent creature which he had been subconsciously suppressing for the past centuaries. He had made the decision there and then to gain dominance over the beast not giving it a chance to gain power. Once he had gained control over the beast he swore to neve use its power unless the situation called on it. However just because it didn’t use it didn’t mean he didn’t train with it, otherwise it would be no advantage to him if he ever had to use it.
Since the day that Sanjuro took the position of Captain, the work the ninth squad did was exceptional well done and thorough. They kept everything quite that had to be kept quite and everything moved flawlessly when there was a leak of information. For the next 700+ years this has been the status quo in the ninth squad and this is how it was going to stay. Though Sanjuro scared his squad officers he didn’t at any point intimidate them or threaten them on purpose. He was liked by most of his squad. Others still resented him for killing their old captain but he paid them no attention. He didn’t care what they thought as long as they did their job.
Sample Chapter:- Spoiler:
The air around the arena where challenges took place shudder as the captain unleashed his full power, ”Bankai.” The captains Bankai too the form of a giant war hammer. His right arm as well as the right side of his torso was covered with bright electric blue armor and the air around him was crackling with electricity.” Sanjuro you where foolish to challenge me. I gave you a chance to surrender , but now you shall die, at the hands of Maelstrom.”
“You are quite mistaken Captain it is you who shall die.” Sanjuro raised his zanpakuto in front of him and said one word, the word that stunned the captain and everybody watching. ”Bankai.” Sanjuro said the word slowly and clearly. The Air around Sanjuro began to loose color. A grey mist enveloped Sanjuro, it spun a round him like a tornado and then slowly began to clear. When it cleared completely he was clothed in a black robe the hood draw so that his face was in shadows. His green eyes now glowed and was filled with the intent to kill. His gun-blades form of his shikai having changed slightly, being larger and longer giving off a steady white mist which seemed to distort the air around it.
The battle went on for another thirty minuets. In this time Sanjuro had sustain minor injuries while the same could not be said for the captain. Sanjuro knew all of his captains strategies, and how to evade his attacks.
“Its over,” Sanjuro said to his captain who was resting heavily on his zanpakuto. “Never,” his captain said defiantly, “I will not die so easily”
“You’re right, you would die easily, I will kill you slowly. Your flaw was in being ignorant of my zanpakuto abilities. Do you see the mist drifting from the blade? You don’t have to answer. Even if you didn’t see it, you should have felt the effects. Did you notice that you reflexes became duller and slower the moment I activated my Bankai. Unfortunately for you, you will die now.”
Sanjuro was standing a meter away from his captain. He raised his zanpakuto making it look like he was going to decapitate his captain. His captain tried to move but his body was to tired and to slow. Sanjuro brought his zanpakuto down slowly and hit the blade against his captains zanpakuto. Sanjuro said two words with a voice barely above a whisper, ”Deafening Silence,” A low hum started like the howl of a pack of wolves. It got lower and lower until it was inaudible. Sanjuro wasn’t affected by this but his captain was. It created an area of silence, which was deafening. There were multiple cracks coming from the captain’s body as his bones shattered into pieces. He fell backwards on his back blood coming out of his ears, mouth, nose and eyes. The old captain of the 9th squad was dead and Sanjuro was now the new captain.
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