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Obviously, this is the application for this squad. Remember to check the STANDARDS & RULES thread before you apply!

Application process-
What I need from you is simple- In order to determine which seat your character has potential for (after learning basic kidos) as well as seeing where your writing and RP skills stand at, an RP example is required. It can be as long as you wish it to be but it is preferred that the writing is longer than a standard paragraph. I want your shinighami's life story on a platter! Maybe they had a really crazy experience in Shinigami school! You can use your character's shikai training experience as well. Just have fun, and be creative. Don't forget to add your character's name too. ^^

The announcements say that the previous members get to keep their status. You do not need to apply again. Just re-post your profile. ^^ When Ryan shows up and does the same, we can begin your seat battle.

Dream walked out of the Shinigami Academy dorms, saying goodbye to a few acquaintances he had made over the years. He had today off, and he couldn't have been happier about that since he was a little burnt out from the testing that took place before his graduation. He ran it over in his mind. "Question 1: What was the proper way to kill a Hollow? Please give great detail as to the direction you should come from in order to avoid psychological damage?" He knew he had gotten that right. It was practically the first day when they had explained that question. He could still remember the class.

--Flashback--

"Professor, why would we have to attack a Hollow from behind? Wouldn't it make more sense for a frontal attack, especially for those who like to learn kido? I'm not questioning you. I'm just a tad curious." The professor, who had been a kind and congenial man stopped writing on the board and turned to the class. He spoke, but it was the first time he had ever seemed sad.

"It is a very easy mistake to make. You think of the Hollows as subhuman, things worthy of extermination. Well, in some cases, this is true. However, Hollows were not always Hollows. They did not just congeal in Hueco Mundo. They were once souls just like us who happened to be on the wrong side of the street. They were attacked by a Hollow and, thus, became one. You get to be the one that sees their face if you attack from the front. While it is true, they come directly to the Soul Society, there are those that go somewhere else. You get to see every painful moment. It's not exactly pleasant." He turned back to the board and began writing other zanjutsu principles on the board. Dream sat back. The whole idea that Hollows were once like him was ery difficult to register. Dream could remember himself debating internally about killing a Hollow being tantamount to killing another Soul Reaper. Essentially, they were killing another Soul, just one that had been brought into the afterlife under different circumstances. After that day, he was really conflicted, but he knew in his heart that Hollows were essentially bad things. It was just the idea that he could essentially damn someone without even knowing their life which made him uneasy, but he quieted these thoughts with endless platitudes like "They deserve it" or "They live their life in sin. That's what they get."

--End Flashback--

Dream snapped back into reality, wondering silently if he had ever truly gotten over that conflict. He laughed it off. As a Soul Reaper, he would have to get over it. He even remembered the first time he had seen an actual Hollow. He wasn't so naive as to assume they were innocent anymore. They had to be purified.

--Another Flashback--

"Dream, you're the kido expert. Take that stupid thing down" Mike screamed, as Dream came cartwheeling into the battle scene. It must have looked almost comical, the way Dream fought, but it got the job done. He looked at the stupid little simulation robot that fired paint pellets to show who had been hit. Once you're hit, you're out. That was the rule. Mike had been hit, so he was making sure he was avenged before he went back to their teacher and got their final score. Dream, however, hadn't been hit. He held to simulation executions. Thouh he hated zanjutsu, he pulled out his imitation zanpakuto. He jumped and flipped over some paint pellets, before throwing his sword like a javelin into the little robots facial area that bore a cheap imitation of a Hollow mask. It missed, so he had to use the new kido he learned, which was fine by him. He landed a little closer than he expected, and he had to back bend to avoid another paint pellet which hit Mike in the face. Dream would rag on him for that later. Right now, he had to concentrate. He hand sprung backwards and remained at a safe distance.

"Hado #4: White Lightning." He focused his spiritual energy properly, and the bolt of lightning shot directly into the mask. Easy peasy. The robot shattered until he felt some pain in his leg. New pain. He looked down to see a paint pellet from a robot had hit him in the leg. He looked around and, sure enough, there it was. He pulled his sword from the remains of the other Hollow and went to get his final score. So far, he had counted 2 actual slays and 3 assists. Pretty good considering there were only 10 "Hollows" and most of their class had already been hit by the rapid fire one that was his first kill. He was walking back with Mike, laughing about the red paint on his face, but Mike continually ignored the jokes. They were almost there when Dream felt something. He knew that his classmates along with two lieutenant Soul Reapers were in this "real world simulation", but now there was something else. It was something dark. Dream ran, telling Mike to follow. He got there just in time to see the dark creature before a zanpakuto ripped through its mask. It was a horrible thing, giant and dark. It had a whole in its chest, and its mask seemed to be a nightmare come to life. It was a Hollow.

--End Flashback--

He snapped back into reality, hoping that he wouldn't see another one that big for a while, but he knew the Soul Reapers were efficient at their jobs, and they wouldn't send him against one that big until he was ready. After all, he remembered their efficiency when he had died as a little boy.

--Yay! One more Flashback!--

Dream had been young at the time of his death, but he had to witness most of it. The man came in wearing simple clothes. He had been drinking by the smell, and he kept yelling about their father owing him money. He took their mother by the hair and held a knife to her throat. Dream looked away, but he knew what happened. Now that the man had established his supposed dominance, he came after the three kids. Dream was ten. Aaron was thirteen, and Patrick had been sixteen. He tied up Aaron and Patrick who had fought bravely, but they lost in the end because of the knife. They were alive, but they were hurt and tied up. Dream tried his hand, but he was much smaller and got smacked around in front of his brothers while the man demanded his money.

Dream was the first to go, but it wasn't quick. Then, he repeated the process with Aaron, but Dream didn't stick around to see it. Punching the man and watching his fists go right through him had scared him so bad. He had thought the man was a witch and had cursed him. He ran out of that house and into the fields where he saw a black robed figure. She was a kind heart with a beautiful black braid trailing behind her. She pulled out a sword, hugged little Dream and pushed the hilt to his foehead. Instantly, he was in another city. This one was big. What had happened. Some woman, older in appearance said that it was a shame for people to die so young. He soon found out where he was, and he adapted.

--End Flashback--

Now, he was a Soul Reaper. He would help those in need like that Soul Reaper had done for him, and he would be sure to find her and thank her as well as ask what became of his real family. Dream hadn't seen them in over half a century, but he still had his necklace. It was made for him in the Soul Society, but it reminded him of where he came from, and it reminded him of what they looked like in a strange way. It mattered very little. Right now, he had to apply to the Gotei 13, and he had his heart set on #5.

Welcome Dream and Raz. We're glad to have you here in the squad. Meet me in the Vice-Captain's Office and hopefully we can get started as soon as Captain Nagi returns biggrin

Sonia recalled her life as though it had been a longtime ago, funny how one should think that their death would lead to the realty in which they would spend the rest of eternity. It had an almost comical irony to it when it was pondered. The blond haired, blue eyed, Japanese-English remembered growing up in Tokyo, in Okinawa, in Karakura Town, and how no matter where she went the cruelty of children; she had been a social outcast most of her childhood, never being accepted wherever she went.

It was an understandable fate, she was the hallmark of differences, honey-blond hair with the most piercing, vivid blue eyes with a slight tilt, the delicate features of Japanese woman, but the physique of an Englishwoman. She was quite the beauty, a uniquely exotic twist of white and oriental characteristics, with an extremely sharp mind and an impressive athletic capacity. But despite her charms, graces, and talents she was seen as an oddity, and in society anomalies were bad; they didn't fall into a target able demographic, they weren't in mainstream popularity, they were simply there and thus rejected out of hand.

This out casting led Sonia to develop traits unique to her, she focused on blocking out everything, just sinking into the depths of her mind and ignoring everything else. With this amazing level of concentration Sonia developed a means of blocking out her teasers and ridicules and instead turning her large intelligence onto other matters. She learned to focus the entirety of her mental vices to a single subject, Hapkido was her first goal, mastering all the forms, all the throws, everything she needed to keep the bullies away. Jujitsu came next, learning the techniques to keep the bullies who hadn't learned their lessons away for good. Archery followed, and so did her school studies, her gift gave her the chance to break out of her prison of rejection and she did.

Her new resolve and attitude drove away may offenders in Japan bought she was still to different to make many friends, but in England she attracted many people to her. Eventually, the holiday trips to England became days where she could just be herself and be accepted for herself. Being an no longer mattered, just being with family and friends and having fun. And it was these trips that she relished so much that Sonia decided to move and study in England. Convincing her parents was not difficult and she soon started University. In Oxford she was accepted, her intellect scored her top marks and her strange beauty made her quite popular amongst her classmates; but she felt a deep longing to see her grandfather and cousins in Japan.

So right before her Finals to get her teaching degree, she told her parents that she need to take a breathier and settle her nerves before her test. They agreed and gave their permission to go; she boarded a flight to Japan that weekend and was ecstatic to see her Japanese relatives. But her flight never landed, there was an avionics failure towards the end of the flight and the plane crashed at sea, one hundred nautical miles from the coast of Japan. The wreckage was found, and bodies were pulled from the water; but Sonia's was never recovered from the depths of the sea.

Instead she found herself in a new reality, seemingly founded during the feudal ages of Japan; Sonia had awakened in the Rukongai. Her death came as a shock to her, she had been a nineteen year old college student on her way to Japan and now she had no idea where she was or what had happened to her. She was found by an old grandmotherly type woman, and she took her in and told her what had happened to her, where she was, and what life was like in this plane of existence. Sonia denied it at first but being a practical woman she also realized that denying the truth was simply doing a disservice to herself and she eventually came to terms with her death.

She found it fitting that her death had occurred at sea, she had always admired the sea and spent much of her time in the afterlife around bodies of water and swimming. She had always felt a deep connection with water, probably one of the reasons why she felt so at home in England and Japan was because their was always water nearby. Her wanderings eventually took her to Seireitei, presenting herself at one of the gates she gained admittance to the walled city and committed herself to joining the ranks of the Shinigami.

The Soul Reaper Academy was an altogether new and old experience for her. She had always been a good academic, but now she discovered that at this Academy grades were just one part of the curriculum. She was familiar with hand to hand combat and impressed a good many of her teachers in hakuda, her swords forms were also fairly decent she didn't receive much praise in it like some of her classmates but she was capable of holding her own. But what she excelled in was Kidou, her gift in life was rewarded in the afterlife, her exceptional ability to concentrate made her an ideal vessel for casting Kidou and in that subject she was at the top of her class. In the end she graduated in the upper percentile with honors in Kidou.

Her first choice upon joining the Gotei Thirteen was to join the Fifth Division, the Kidou specialists. She felt that her talents would flourish and develop the best with the squad that held the art of Kidou foremost. The reject throughout life had found for the first time, truly the place she would be accepted.