Post by thelowtide on Apr 1, 2011 1:13:00 GMT -5
Name: Suri Sagishi
Alias: ‘That prick who sold me a glass ring and told me it was diamond!’ is a rather common one. Previous aliases he has used are many and varied, such as "Kou Kuromura' and 'Nagi Ebihara'.
Age: 104, Appears to be in his early thirties
Gender: Male
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: 4th seat, 5th division
PvP Availability: Fully Available
Description: First and foremost, Suri Sagishi has the face of a crook. That’s to say, he has the sort of face all crooks want to have, which is one so generically average that they’re lost in the crowd even if they’re all alone. If you studied Suri’s face, stature and build, the most common word you would end up using in the description is ‘about’. He’s about 5’ 6” to 5’ 10” feet tall, about 140 to 160 pounds, and his hair color is black, just about the only thing you could pin on him for certain.
That isn’t to say that Suri is an entirely ignorable person, of course, seeing as he makes the extra effort to make himself noticed amongst his peers when necessary and proper. Case in point is his work clothes. Suri wears the typical, standard issue robes most of the time, but whenever he spends any time with his division he puts on a blond wig, a light green robe, and a simply-carved pipe that, despite the noxious fumes it always emits when lit, Suri never actually smokes. He wears all of these extra things for easy recognition. It’s only half the job a more recognizable face could manage and people tend to remember his clothes more than the rest of the man, but it makes sure he isn’t always marked absent on the ledger, and that’s good enough for now.
Reiatsu Color: Green
Personality: Suri Sagishi is a supposedly-reformed pickpocket, swindler, thief, con artist and forger of important documents of all kinds who, after an incident involving a particularly pissed-off matriarch of a family in East Rukongai decided to join the Soul Reapers so as to avoid any future lynch mobs. He’s still a conman at heart (or so he keeps telling himself) but in recent years he has been bending those skills gathered from an life and afterlife of nonviolent crime towards less selfish, more reputable ends, such as detecting forgeries and tactical shell games. His favorite pastime is swindling someone else on a bet, and his favorite saying is “If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying.”
On the outside, Suri seems like the kind of guy who in a desperate bid for individuality decided to dye his hair and wear weird ties, but will never be able to escape his position as a drone. For most people, that’s about as far as they try to look, and that suits Suri just fine. For those who bother to try and look deeper, he’s got a host of different manufactured ‘inner selves’ that can be put to good use, nice and prim and ready for anybody who can’t see through him in an instant.
Outside of anything having to do with money, Suri is mostly self-interested yet still not all that bad of a guy. He doesn't have much of a temper, tends toward the methodical and careful, and when his greed doesn't get the better of him can be counted on to be the responsible one on any occasion. His manner of speaking is rather lax and often peppered with street slang as befitting his background, but if needed can try his best to take upon a more cultured style, although like all commoners he is liable to stumble into a faux-pas out of ignorance. He also has a healthy appreciation for his own skin, and as such will always try to think through to the best option for his well-being before he acts. You might even say that he's a little bit of a coward, but then again cowards have been becoming heroes more and more lately, so make of that what you will.
Family: All immediate family from the Human world is deceased and have so far not been located by Suri in the Soul Society (Not like he’s actually trying or anything).
Stats
Reiatsu: 40
Attack: 100
Speed: 80
Weapon Skill: 50
Experience:
Skill points:
Pvp Rank:
Kill Points: Beginner-0 kills
Customization Points:
History:
Life
Suri Sagishi was born October 17th, 1875 as the second of four sons of a baker in the Shiga prefecture of Japan, in a village along the eastern shore of Lake Biwa. His early life was marked by little in the way of change until, when he was nine years old, his father moved the family to the nearby Kyoto region in hopes of gaining increased business from pilgrims and travelers visiting the region.
Until the age of twenty, Suri lead a fairly typical life, without anything to mark it besides boredom. So bored was he, at times, that he would purposefully cause all sorts of mischief and leave his father to have to clean up behind him. As far as he was concerned, absolutely nothing that could happen would be worse than the ever-mounting boredom that would grip him during the dull monotony of the average day.
At age twenty, however, Suri found his calling in life when he was watching a man in an alley playing a shell game against a crew of lowlifes. At first, it appeared to be one of the most inept performances Suri had ever seen at it, because the man behind the shells was constantly losing, only able to pull in a win every fifth game or so. But, soon he began to notice a few oddities in the inept man’s behavior, and soon after that he was starting to gain a picture of just how exactly things were really going. The man was bilking the lot of them, letting himself lose so he could see where they put their money, and then picking their pockets when they left, leaving his victims feeling like they were on top and giving him a lot of cash with little risk or effort. All of a sudden, it was like a whole new world of possibilities was making itself manifest before Suri, All just waiting for him to take a chance at it. Before the night was out and with the application of some sake, Suri managed to get apprenticed under that man, who said his name was ‘Crumpy’ and had false teeth.
Twelve years later, Suri was having the time of his life. He had long since learned everything he could about the shell game, and had moved on to burglary, forgery, and bank robbery, the sort where the clerks look at the forged docket, say ‘Very well, Mr. Assumed Name, right this way please’, and handed him the money without a moment’s thought to it. Because he had no skill in the use of a weapon or the inclination to use one, Suri stuck to nonviolent crime and felt that even if he ever got caught, that simple fact would save him from the gallows.
When he was finally caught on an overcast evening in May and brought to trial, the law had different ideas. Over the course of his career, Suri Sagishi had amassed a stolen wealth of about 600 thousand yen and hidden it all away, which for 1907 was a fortune, and since he was unwilling to tell anybody where it was and since it wouldn’t matter anyways if he did, Suri Sagishi was sentenced to death by hanging, which was dutifully performed on June 23, 1907, at 7:00 A.M. His last words in life were the following; “Next time around I swear to steal twice as much!”
Afterlife
When Suri Sagishi passed on from the world of the living to the Soul Society, and after an acclimation period dealing with his newfound lost memory, he quickly rediscovered his talent for larceny and got to work all over again. Since he was aware of the fact that he could die again, he mostly kept his operations to South and West Rukongai, with occasional trips to the East when he felt the money to be worth the risk of being caught by somebody’s retinue of security.
Over the course of the next sixty or so years, Suri managed to lead a somewhat well-off life, the money he swindled out of the local population under a variety of assumed names and small disguises mostly hidden away as any criminal is wont to do, with a good percentage spent on a small but comfortable house in East Rukongai where he would go to lie low, and another, rather smaller percentage going towards lodging in wherever he happened to be that night. On several occasions he felt the need to spend a few years hiding in his home in East Rukongai for a heist gone bad, or a pissed-off nobleman screaming for his head or what-have-you, but for the most part his life was an active one where he got to have fun.
However, one day Suri conned the wrong family. It had been a semi-complex enough job that he had done a few times before; gather the right documents, forge a few signatures, get one of the guardsmen of a certain family's compound completely inebriated, take his place and gear when it came time for his shift, head to the part of the compound with all the money, convince the guards there that he was supposed to guard the money from the inside, walk out at the end of the shift with a large chunk of cash. This worked until one of the members of the main family stepped into the vault room for a similar purpose to his own and caught him in the act. Suri soon found himself running for his life, trying to avoid a family that was rather rich, rather large, and had a rather good idea of where he usually holed up.
This was where Suri quickly ran out of options. He couldn’t return home because they’d have somebody waiting there. He couldn’t stay at one of his hideouts for long because it’d only be a matter of time until he was found. He couldn’t run forever, as they were a rather large family who doubtless had members all over the Soul Society. That only left one option if he was going to be sure he wasn’t going to be caught. He had heard about the Soul Reapers from time to time of course, and over the sixty years he had lived in the Soul Society he had gained all the basic common and some uncommon lore about them, and had heard that each and every one of them had lost their memory of their prior lives, just as he had. It had been an interesting article of discussion, and Suri had filed the knowledge away in case it ever became useful, but until that day he hadn’t considered it a path he would take. Now that he had little to no choice, he sped his way to the nearest recruiting house and signed up for the academy posthaste. If nothing else, it would allow him to lie low for a while in the place where his adversaries would never, ever expect him to go.
Academy Days
Suri’s spent eight years in the Academy, six for basic training and two in officer’s training. His time there was rather atypical due to his habits and previous training, which led to a set of rather interesting incidents throughout his days in the academy. For example, in his second year at the academy one of the scions of a rather rich family and one of Suri’s best dupes was getting pushed around by a trio of thugs in a protection racket, and since money to the thugs meant less money for him he took measures to put a stop to it. So, a few carefully-worded comments to the right ears later the three thugs in question, with bloated egos and suicidal overconfidence that would make them perfect 11th division soldiers in the future all attacked the combat instructor and subsequently got beat to within an inch of their lives, thus ending any and all street cred they may have had while simultaneously giving the dupe the idea that they weren’t half as strong as they appeared.
Then, in his sixth year, Suri was going to be prevented from graduating to the officer training because he was failing a class on etiquette. Suri’s solution was simple; he dug out his old makeup and disguise kit, made himself look like one of the teachers, walked into bookkeeping and forged the teacher’s signature on a few papers to upgrade his grade to passing.
Perhaps the most overt and brazen incident with his hand in it took place in his seventh year at the academy, when he created a little contest among the males; during the course of a single night, whosoever manages to steal enough women’s undergarments in a panty raid would get a large monetary reward. Later that night, a good third of the male population of the school was handed over to school administration and 4th division medics and trainees after the women in the school caught and beat the stuffing out of each and every single one of them. Meanwhile, Suri snuck into the rooms of the absent students and made off with all of their money, counted up the total amount and left out 10%, which he placed in a big moneybag and eventually gave it to the one man who had managed to actually steal a piece of underwear. The underwear in question was later found in the school’s lost and found, and unsurprisingly never left.
Then, there was the Popsicle-stick skyscraper incident. And the Smuggled Soda incident. And absolutely no one who was there could ever forget the Parcheesi incident, even though they all swore at the time to never speak of it again. He had nothing to do with the Tequila Sunset incident, although he did turn a tidy profit from the aftermath. In fact, part of his successful graduation from Officer’s school with the distinctions he held (Which weren’t that many, but they were there) was the fact that he often seemed to be near every catastrophe that struck the school that he could conceivably make money off of. As for his end of things, Suri enjoyed his time there enough to stash most of the money he had swindled out of everyone else at the academy somewhere on campus. If he was lucky, it’d still actually be there if and when he went to reclaim it. However, even he admits that more likely than not some kid with more of a sense of adventure then patience for studying would get to it first.
But, eventually (as in, just this year) Suri finished his eighth year at the academy, graduated with distinction, and quickly chose to join the 5th division out of a want to be as far away from the people who might remember him ripping them off as possible. Final exams came and went, the proper paperwork was signed and sent off (This time, not tampered with) and before he realized it was over he was vacating the premises of the campus and moving on to doing something worthwhile for once in his life or afterlife. Perhaps he might give up his old ways and become reformed? Maybe. Or perhaps the discipline of his new life will rub off on him? Also a maybe. The possibilities are, as they say, endless.
Skills
Division 5: Master of Realm Walking
Free Skill: Shikai Mastery
Level 2
Reflexes 0/2
Level 1
Footwork 0/1
Weapon 0/1
Weapon: Zanpakutou
Name: Aranagi
Description: Aranagi appears to be a tall, thin male in a business suit, complete with black tie, wristwatch, and shined shoes. He has short brown hair, brown eyes, a pair of designer glasses, and a pronounced chin, proving that even spirits aren’t always perfect specimens.
-Sealed:When sealed, Aranagi takes the form of an Aikuchi (a Dirk) with a ring on the pommel. Bare bones and rather small, it’s easy to draw without gaining attention if the wielder knows how, but its small size means a reduced reach and the ridicule of all of the other Soul Reapers and their larger weapons.
-Shikai: “Listen to the din of war, Aranagi!”
When Shikai is released, Suri spins his Zanpakutou on his finger by the ring on the pommel fast enough for the weapon to blur. While spinning, the weapon becomes a blur of steel, which then elongates and narrows, taking shape as a baton that whistles as it moves through the air, which Suri then catches. The weapon is a 3’ long metal baton with a prominent, heavy-looking cap on each end. Despite its size and unorthodox form, Suri can easily spin, twirl, and bash with the weapon without any undue strain, and say what you will about it, the weapon is basically a two-headed, counterweighted mace that can be spun to provide extra momentum or protection.
-Bankai (Currently Locked): ”Sing the counternote that is the death of man and the universe, Aranagi!”
When Suri’s Bankai is released, a massive number of wires sprout from the two heads of the weapon, while the weapon itself glows green and bends into a set of headphones that Suri places over his ears. These wires can be controlled at will, and resonate with enough sonic energy to shatter and destroy anything they can wrap around, easily turning bones and stone to dust. The wires can reach out to 150 yards away from Suri, and can be used to throw and catapult him around at good speeds.
Spirit Description: Aranagi is a stern, no-nonsense spirit who considers himself to be a sort of probation officer for Suri, and takes to the duty of keeping him on the straight and narrow very seriously. A rule-abiding, law loving sort who cannot find it in himself to tolerate Suri’s crooked path, Aranagi nonetheless feels that if his wielder can manage to stay on the straight and narrow then he and his skills gained from two lifetimes of crime can become valuable to society.
Inner World: Aranagi’s inner world is a broad, cobblestone street lined and flanked on each end by banks, government offices, post offices, temples to orderliness and law each and every one. Each building is fully staffed by Aranagi himself, and none of the doors will open to a known thief, meaning that they’re off-limits to Suri unless he somehow gets let in or otherwise breaks in.
Attacks:
Shikai
Deafening Clang: The caps on each end of Aranagi can be rung like a loud bell, which combined with the sound-amplifying passive effect of his Shikai can be deafening, or at the very least disorienting, especially as you get closer to him. At point-blank range, it can even cause ears to bleed and balance to fail.
Whistling Wind: Suri can throw Aranagi in a way that will hit his target multiple times in succession before returning to his hand. When doing so, Aranagi makes a distinctive whistling noise while it spins through the air as a herald to onrushing doom.
Passive Abilities: Shikai: Crystal-Clear Sound: When Suri releases his Zanpakutou into its Shikai state, all sound within a radius of 15 yards of his weapon becomes amplified and clarified to the point where you could hear a pin drop in quiet environs, or more commonly be nearly deafened by the nearby sounds of war. Suri, by dint of long hours practicing with the skill and even longer hours in the infirmary getting his bleeding eardrums fixed, is now at the point in life where he won’t be deafened by anything short of a banshee screaming straight into his eardrums during this release, but others aren’t so lucky. Likewise, due to the large amplification it is rather difficult to get the drop on him during a Shikai release without lots of training and equipment, such as padded shoes and stealth training. Outside of the 15 yard amplification radius, it is a much easier job to sneak up on him.
Bankai: The Best Audio Anywhere: When his Bankai state is released, the wires that his Bankai forms are such good conductors of sound that Suri can hear any noise that is made within twenty meters of the wires, provided that he knows what he’s listening for and concentrates on hearing it, as opposed to attacking.
Extras
Alias: ‘That prick who sold me a glass ring and told me it was diamond!’ is a rather common one. Previous aliases he has used are many and varied, such as "Kou Kuromura' and 'Nagi Ebihara'.
Age: 104, Appears to be in his early thirties
Gender: Male
Faction: Shinigami
Rank: 4th seat, 5th division
PvP Availability: Fully Available
Description: First and foremost, Suri Sagishi has the face of a crook. That’s to say, he has the sort of face all crooks want to have, which is one so generically average that they’re lost in the crowd even if they’re all alone. If you studied Suri’s face, stature and build, the most common word you would end up using in the description is ‘about’. He’s about 5’ 6” to 5’ 10” feet tall, about 140 to 160 pounds, and his hair color is black, just about the only thing you could pin on him for certain.
That isn’t to say that Suri is an entirely ignorable person, of course, seeing as he makes the extra effort to make himself noticed amongst his peers when necessary and proper. Case in point is his work clothes. Suri wears the typical, standard issue robes most of the time, but whenever he spends any time with his division he puts on a blond wig, a light green robe, and a simply-carved pipe that, despite the noxious fumes it always emits when lit, Suri never actually smokes. He wears all of these extra things for easy recognition. It’s only half the job a more recognizable face could manage and people tend to remember his clothes more than the rest of the man, but it makes sure he isn’t always marked absent on the ledger, and that’s good enough for now.
Reiatsu Color: Green
Personality: Suri Sagishi is a supposedly-reformed pickpocket, swindler, thief, con artist and forger of important documents of all kinds who, after an incident involving a particularly pissed-off matriarch of a family in East Rukongai decided to join the Soul Reapers so as to avoid any future lynch mobs. He’s still a conman at heart (or so he keeps telling himself) but in recent years he has been bending those skills gathered from an life and afterlife of nonviolent crime towards less selfish, more reputable ends, such as detecting forgeries and tactical shell games. His favorite pastime is swindling someone else on a bet, and his favorite saying is “If you ain’t cheating, you ain’t trying.”
On the outside, Suri seems like the kind of guy who in a desperate bid for individuality decided to dye his hair and wear weird ties, but will never be able to escape his position as a drone. For most people, that’s about as far as they try to look, and that suits Suri just fine. For those who bother to try and look deeper, he’s got a host of different manufactured ‘inner selves’ that can be put to good use, nice and prim and ready for anybody who can’t see through him in an instant.
Outside of anything having to do with money, Suri is mostly self-interested yet still not all that bad of a guy. He doesn't have much of a temper, tends toward the methodical and careful, and when his greed doesn't get the better of him can be counted on to be the responsible one on any occasion. His manner of speaking is rather lax and often peppered with street slang as befitting his background, but if needed can try his best to take upon a more cultured style, although like all commoners he is liable to stumble into a faux-pas out of ignorance. He also has a healthy appreciation for his own skin, and as such will always try to think through to the best option for his well-being before he acts. You might even say that he's a little bit of a coward, but then again cowards have been becoming heroes more and more lately, so make of that what you will.
Family: All immediate family from the Human world is deceased and have so far not been located by Suri in the Soul Society (Not like he’s actually trying or anything).
Stats
Reiatsu: 40
Attack: 100
Speed: 80
Weapon Skill: 50
Experience:
Skill points:
Pvp Rank:
Kill Points: Beginner-0 kills
Customization Points:
History:
Life
Suri Sagishi was born October 17th, 1875 as the second of four sons of a baker in the Shiga prefecture of Japan, in a village along the eastern shore of Lake Biwa. His early life was marked by little in the way of change until, when he was nine years old, his father moved the family to the nearby Kyoto region in hopes of gaining increased business from pilgrims and travelers visiting the region.
Until the age of twenty, Suri lead a fairly typical life, without anything to mark it besides boredom. So bored was he, at times, that he would purposefully cause all sorts of mischief and leave his father to have to clean up behind him. As far as he was concerned, absolutely nothing that could happen would be worse than the ever-mounting boredom that would grip him during the dull monotony of the average day.
At age twenty, however, Suri found his calling in life when he was watching a man in an alley playing a shell game against a crew of lowlifes. At first, it appeared to be one of the most inept performances Suri had ever seen at it, because the man behind the shells was constantly losing, only able to pull in a win every fifth game or so. But, soon he began to notice a few oddities in the inept man’s behavior, and soon after that he was starting to gain a picture of just how exactly things were really going. The man was bilking the lot of them, letting himself lose so he could see where they put their money, and then picking their pockets when they left, leaving his victims feeling like they were on top and giving him a lot of cash with little risk or effort. All of a sudden, it was like a whole new world of possibilities was making itself manifest before Suri, All just waiting for him to take a chance at it. Before the night was out and with the application of some sake, Suri managed to get apprenticed under that man, who said his name was ‘Crumpy’ and had false teeth.
Twelve years later, Suri was having the time of his life. He had long since learned everything he could about the shell game, and had moved on to burglary, forgery, and bank robbery, the sort where the clerks look at the forged docket, say ‘Very well, Mr. Assumed Name, right this way please’, and handed him the money without a moment’s thought to it. Because he had no skill in the use of a weapon or the inclination to use one, Suri stuck to nonviolent crime and felt that even if he ever got caught, that simple fact would save him from the gallows.
When he was finally caught on an overcast evening in May and brought to trial, the law had different ideas. Over the course of his career, Suri Sagishi had amassed a stolen wealth of about 600 thousand yen and hidden it all away, which for 1907 was a fortune, and since he was unwilling to tell anybody where it was and since it wouldn’t matter anyways if he did, Suri Sagishi was sentenced to death by hanging, which was dutifully performed on June 23, 1907, at 7:00 A.M. His last words in life were the following; “Next time around I swear to steal twice as much!”
Afterlife
When Suri Sagishi passed on from the world of the living to the Soul Society, and after an acclimation period dealing with his newfound lost memory, he quickly rediscovered his talent for larceny and got to work all over again. Since he was aware of the fact that he could die again, he mostly kept his operations to South and West Rukongai, with occasional trips to the East when he felt the money to be worth the risk of being caught by somebody’s retinue of security.
Over the course of the next sixty or so years, Suri managed to lead a somewhat well-off life, the money he swindled out of the local population under a variety of assumed names and small disguises mostly hidden away as any criminal is wont to do, with a good percentage spent on a small but comfortable house in East Rukongai where he would go to lie low, and another, rather smaller percentage going towards lodging in wherever he happened to be that night. On several occasions he felt the need to spend a few years hiding in his home in East Rukongai for a heist gone bad, or a pissed-off nobleman screaming for his head or what-have-you, but for the most part his life was an active one where he got to have fun.
However, one day Suri conned the wrong family. It had been a semi-complex enough job that he had done a few times before; gather the right documents, forge a few signatures, get one of the guardsmen of a certain family's compound completely inebriated, take his place and gear when it came time for his shift, head to the part of the compound with all the money, convince the guards there that he was supposed to guard the money from the inside, walk out at the end of the shift with a large chunk of cash. This worked until one of the members of the main family stepped into the vault room for a similar purpose to his own and caught him in the act. Suri soon found himself running for his life, trying to avoid a family that was rather rich, rather large, and had a rather good idea of where he usually holed up.
This was where Suri quickly ran out of options. He couldn’t return home because they’d have somebody waiting there. He couldn’t stay at one of his hideouts for long because it’d only be a matter of time until he was found. He couldn’t run forever, as they were a rather large family who doubtless had members all over the Soul Society. That only left one option if he was going to be sure he wasn’t going to be caught. He had heard about the Soul Reapers from time to time of course, and over the sixty years he had lived in the Soul Society he had gained all the basic common and some uncommon lore about them, and had heard that each and every one of them had lost their memory of their prior lives, just as he had. It had been an interesting article of discussion, and Suri had filed the knowledge away in case it ever became useful, but until that day he hadn’t considered it a path he would take. Now that he had little to no choice, he sped his way to the nearest recruiting house and signed up for the academy posthaste. If nothing else, it would allow him to lie low for a while in the place where his adversaries would never, ever expect him to go.
Academy Days
Suri’s spent eight years in the Academy, six for basic training and two in officer’s training. His time there was rather atypical due to his habits and previous training, which led to a set of rather interesting incidents throughout his days in the academy. For example, in his second year at the academy one of the scions of a rather rich family and one of Suri’s best dupes was getting pushed around by a trio of thugs in a protection racket, and since money to the thugs meant less money for him he took measures to put a stop to it. So, a few carefully-worded comments to the right ears later the three thugs in question, with bloated egos and suicidal overconfidence that would make them perfect 11th division soldiers in the future all attacked the combat instructor and subsequently got beat to within an inch of their lives, thus ending any and all street cred they may have had while simultaneously giving the dupe the idea that they weren’t half as strong as they appeared.
Then, in his sixth year, Suri was going to be prevented from graduating to the officer training because he was failing a class on etiquette. Suri’s solution was simple; he dug out his old makeup and disguise kit, made himself look like one of the teachers, walked into bookkeeping and forged the teacher’s signature on a few papers to upgrade his grade to passing.
Perhaps the most overt and brazen incident with his hand in it took place in his seventh year at the academy, when he created a little contest among the males; during the course of a single night, whosoever manages to steal enough women’s undergarments in a panty raid would get a large monetary reward. Later that night, a good third of the male population of the school was handed over to school administration and 4th division medics and trainees after the women in the school caught and beat the stuffing out of each and every single one of them. Meanwhile, Suri snuck into the rooms of the absent students and made off with all of their money, counted up the total amount and left out 10%, which he placed in a big moneybag and eventually gave it to the one man who had managed to actually steal a piece of underwear. The underwear in question was later found in the school’s lost and found, and unsurprisingly never left.
Then, there was the Popsicle-stick skyscraper incident. And the Smuggled Soda incident. And absolutely no one who was there could ever forget the Parcheesi incident, even though they all swore at the time to never speak of it again. He had nothing to do with the Tequila Sunset incident, although he did turn a tidy profit from the aftermath. In fact, part of his successful graduation from Officer’s school with the distinctions he held (Which weren’t that many, but they were there) was the fact that he often seemed to be near every catastrophe that struck the school that he could conceivably make money off of. As for his end of things, Suri enjoyed his time there enough to stash most of the money he had swindled out of everyone else at the academy somewhere on campus. If he was lucky, it’d still actually be there if and when he went to reclaim it. However, even he admits that more likely than not some kid with more of a sense of adventure then patience for studying would get to it first.
But, eventually (as in, just this year) Suri finished his eighth year at the academy, graduated with distinction, and quickly chose to join the 5th division out of a want to be as far away from the people who might remember him ripping them off as possible. Final exams came and went, the proper paperwork was signed and sent off (This time, not tampered with) and before he realized it was over he was vacating the premises of the campus and moving on to doing something worthwhile for once in his life or afterlife. Perhaps he might give up his old ways and become reformed? Maybe. Or perhaps the discipline of his new life will rub off on him? Also a maybe. The possibilities are, as they say, endless.
Skills
Division 5: Master of Realm Walking
Free Skill: Shikai Mastery
Level 2
Reflexes 0/2
Level 1
Footwork 0/1
Weapon 0/1
Weapon: Zanpakutou
Name: Aranagi
Description: Aranagi appears to be a tall, thin male in a business suit, complete with black tie, wristwatch, and shined shoes. He has short brown hair, brown eyes, a pair of designer glasses, and a pronounced chin, proving that even spirits aren’t always perfect specimens.
-Sealed:When sealed, Aranagi takes the form of an Aikuchi (a Dirk) with a ring on the pommel. Bare bones and rather small, it’s easy to draw without gaining attention if the wielder knows how, but its small size means a reduced reach and the ridicule of all of the other Soul Reapers and their larger weapons.
-Shikai: “Listen to the din of war, Aranagi!”
When Shikai is released, Suri spins his Zanpakutou on his finger by the ring on the pommel fast enough for the weapon to blur. While spinning, the weapon becomes a blur of steel, which then elongates and narrows, taking shape as a baton that whistles as it moves through the air, which Suri then catches. The weapon is a 3’ long metal baton with a prominent, heavy-looking cap on each end. Despite its size and unorthodox form, Suri can easily spin, twirl, and bash with the weapon without any undue strain, and say what you will about it, the weapon is basically a two-headed, counterweighted mace that can be spun to provide extra momentum or protection.
-Bankai (Currently Locked): ”Sing the counternote that is the death of man and the universe, Aranagi!”
When Suri’s Bankai is released, a massive number of wires sprout from the two heads of the weapon, while the weapon itself glows green and bends into a set of headphones that Suri places over his ears. These wires can be controlled at will, and resonate with enough sonic energy to shatter and destroy anything they can wrap around, easily turning bones and stone to dust. The wires can reach out to 150 yards away from Suri, and can be used to throw and catapult him around at good speeds.
Spirit Description: Aranagi is a stern, no-nonsense spirit who considers himself to be a sort of probation officer for Suri, and takes to the duty of keeping him on the straight and narrow very seriously. A rule-abiding, law loving sort who cannot find it in himself to tolerate Suri’s crooked path, Aranagi nonetheless feels that if his wielder can manage to stay on the straight and narrow then he and his skills gained from two lifetimes of crime can become valuable to society.
Inner World: Aranagi’s inner world is a broad, cobblestone street lined and flanked on each end by banks, government offices, post offices, temples to orderliness and law each and every one. Each building is fully staffed by Aranagi himself, and none of the doors will open to a known thief, meaning that they’re off-limits to Suri unless he somehow gets let in or otherwise breaks in.
Attacks:
Shikai
Deafening Clang: The caps on each end of Aranagi can be rung like a loud bell, which combined with the sound-amplifying passive effect of his Shikai can be deafening, or at the very least disorienting, especially as you get closer to him. At point-blank range, it can even cause ears to bleed and balance to fail.
Whistling Wind: Suri can throw Aranagi in a way that will hit his target multiple times in succession before returning to his hand. When doing so, Aranagi makes a distinctive whistling noise while it spins through the air as a herald to onrushing doom.
Passive Abilities: Shikai: Crystal-Clear Sound: When Suri releases his Zanpakutou into its Shikai state, all sound within a radius of 15 yards of his weapon becomes amplified and clarified to the point where you could hear a pin drop in quiet environs, or more commonly be nearly deafened by the nearby sounds of war. Suri, by dint of long hours practicing with the skill and even longer hours in the infirmary getting his bleeding eardrums fixed, is now at the point in life where he won’t be deafened by anything short of a banshee screaming straight into his eardrums during this release, but others aren’t so lucky. Likewise, due to the large amplification it is rather difficult to get the drop on him during a Shikai release without lots of training and equipment, such as padded shoes and stealth training. Outside of the 15 yard amplification radius, it is a much easier job to sneak up on him.
Bankai: The Best Audio Anywhere: When his Bankai state is released, the wires that his Bankai forms are such good conductors of sound that Suri can hear any noise that is made within twenty meters of the wires, provided that he knows what he’s listening for and concentrates on hearing it, as opposed to attacking.
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