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 Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 3:56 pm
 ☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯☯.. " A simple guy like me? Tch, please." ╔═══════ ☯ ═══════╗ -- Mayakashi Fuma-- ╚═══════ ☯ ═══════╝
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 3:59 pm
"Don't bother running. It never helps."
☯ |Username|: iChan-Chan ☯ |Character Name|: Mayakashi Fuma ☯ |Name Meaning|: Written まやかし ふま, his name translates as two separate words (as one would expect in a name) to "Fake Immortality." ☯ |Pronunciation of the Name|: Pron. My-ah-kah-shi Foo-mah ☯ |Character Squad|:☯ |Character Rank|: Captain ☯ |Affiliation|: The Gotei Thirteen ☯ |Sexuality| Heterosexual ☯ |Character Personality| A pessimist and warrior philosopher, Mayakashi is a somewhat simple being with a healthy respect for fire. A man who has experience show on his body, he finds himself thinking about his life, usually with dislike. It is true Mayakashi is not the same man he used to be, but some things have survived his rough life where others have made way. He enjoys the simple comforts life can give and enjoys few things more than a good drink with another warrior, be they of mind, body, or spirit, especially if they also happen to be of the opposite sex. As many would expect, Mayakashi does have more facets to his personality, but they all tend to relate back to the same topics: zanjutsu, women, and drink. In fact, it would be more accurate to compare him to three separate jewels than it would be to one with many facets, as he always has these things in mind, but diverse beliefs about each topic individually. As a warrior, Mayakashi is strong and questionably confident. Although he has a bad habit of holding back as fights start out, often appearing somewhat weak or even taunting, but this is also often swiftly checked. Although well muscled, tall, and possibly intimidating, it is not Mayakashi's strength that makes him a strong fighter, but his speed and precision. His accuracy with a blade is rumored to be so fine he can split hairs in half, and his speed so quick that watching where the blade strikes is like trying to bottle lightning. Although he tries to fight such impossible stories from spreading, it hasn't helped very much. However, it doesn't help his case much when he has openly stated to never kill a person in less than a hundred cuts. When it comes to women, Mayakashi is noticeably divided. A combination between traditional and contemporary values, his view on women can be considered mildly misogynistic. He feels that "typical women", the type that want their white knight or hero, and just sit around waiting to be rescued should simply be ignored unless impossible. He sees them as unnecessary leeches, but as women, they still deserve a form of respect. Conversely, his thoughts on women such as Priestesses and Warrior Women, like the Miko and Onna Bushin, is significantly better. To Mayakashi, these women have fought for, and earned, their rights to be happily wed and to chase the life that entails. Obviously enough, these are also the kind of women with whom he enjoys private company, and despite his pessimistic attitude, will more oft than not attempt to woo or "act cool" in front of them. While results may vary, as he is unwed, Mayakashi has not married any of them, although bedding them is arguably a different story. Perhaps even more confusing is his penchant for drinking. Although most mean some kind of liquor, Mayakashi does not, and in fact includes any kind of liquid that can be safely drank to be a "drink." As such, his meaning is much broader than most, and should be kept in mind when he says the word. Although why he uses it that way is unknown, as he either has no answer or refuses to explain it, he does state that he loves to drink because he's always "so damnably thirsty." Further questioning about what he means by that only leads him to shrugging and saying that he "Always has to drink for two." Although the meaning may be lost on many, Mayakashi is indeed referring to his zanpakuto and the spirit inside it, albeit how or why it seems to generate such a powerful thirst in its wielder is mostly unknown. ☯ |Character Likes|: Crunchy Peanut Butter
Peaceful/Secluded Areas
Skilled Swordsmen
Miko Girls (Priestesses)
Onna Bushi (Warrior Women)
Drinking (Not limited to alcohols) ☯ |Character Dislikes|: Running out of drink
"Typical" Women
Broken Blades
Mistreated Equipment ☯ |Age Appearance| Mid-twenties ☯ |Shinigami Age| 868 ☯ |Character Birthday|: 6/14 ☯ |Character Zodiac Sign|: Ophiuchus/Rooster ☯ |Character Blood Type|: A+
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 4:00 pm
☯|Character Skin Color/Ethnicity|: Smoky tan
☯|Character Height|: 6' 1"
☯|Character Hair Color|: Umber Brown
☯|Character Hair Length/ Style| His hair is worn in a rather odd fashion, a large almost pom-pom esque airborne ponytail/top knot combination. Bound by a single silk tie pulled back into the wild looking hairdo, a few bangs hang in front of his face. If it were to be let down, there is no doubts it would be half way down his back, adding several inches to his height and making him nearly six and three quarters feet tall if you were to include his hair in the measurements.
☯|Character Eye Color|: Like his hair, Mayakashi's eyes are a deep, heavy brown color, to the point that one may almost mistake them for black, unless he was standing in the light, where the barest hints of brown survive in his hard eyes.
☯|Character Description|: Mayakashi looks like your stereotypical ronin from days of yore. That would most likely be because he was. Torn clothing, wild looking hair and a sliced up, mostly exposed body (of which, is covered by a multitude of scars, no small number of which sit over his heart) show a man riddled with a harsh past, if not an obviously survivable one. To describe him in the simplest way possible, Mayakashi is a man who's body describes the life he lived and continues to live, a tired warrior looking for somewhere to stay until he must journey on again.
☯|Character Attire|: His wardrobe, although blue, looks rather familiar to most Shinigami. This would be because, though he died it to the blue it is now, it was once the standard black outfit of the Shinigami military. Throughout his years of service, he rarely replaced the uniforms he received until they were nigh unwearable, and eventually, he began cutting and tearing at them (at least the shirt) himself, declaring that he'd save the enemy some trouble. The only major differences with his outfit, aside from the color, is his higher than normal collar that usually hides his mouth and chin, the large shoulder guard on his left hand side, strapped to his body across the chest, and the multitude of hemp rope bindings that tie around his waist and hold his zanpakuto in place. Although not as noticeable, there is also a pattern upon his hakama in a slightly lighter shade of blue. When asked about it, Mayakashi often refers to it as a symbol of the past, his lost family's crest.
☯|Character Tattoos/Markings/Scars|: Being only partially clothed at any given moment, the myriad of scars covering Mayakashi's body are anything but hidden. Most of them are on his left said, cuts and gashes long healed working up the side of his body into a pool of scars where many a blade have bitten into and pierced the left side of his chest. His right arm also has a fair number of scars, as it is unprotected unlike his left side, although they are still fewer in number.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 4:01 pm
☯Biography: Mayakshi's tale is a long road. There are very few twists and turns, but it is hard to see the end once it is begun. Perhaps the best place to start isn't from the beginning, when he was born, who he was born to, what his name was, but instead, to start further along, closer to the middle, where neither the start nor finish can be found.
"Is this the road I've chosen?"
Mayakashi's first important event in his life was his new name. He had come upon a dojo, a sword at his side, and a name long forgotten in the wind. He had neither money, nor word, nor compassion for the people he had come across. Already a young man in his time, Mayakashi had no name for himself, be it title or otherwise, and when asked, he answered as such. Put off by the scorn in which he loaded his answer, the students of the swordsmaster grew wary, but their teacher did not. And so the man who was the master asked what Mayakashi wanted. This question was one that he could answer. It was with a challenge. For each day, Mayakashi would duel a student. If they surrendered before he struck a hundred blows, they would live. If not, they would die. If every student was fought and lost, Mayakashi would receive a gift of money or weapon, and move on. If they could deliver a fatal blow or crippling blow, then Mayakashi would become a student there, presuming he lived. It was a simple arrangement, and one that received harsh criticism from the pupils. And so began a five day marathon. On the first day, the student was killed. Mayakashi was uninjured. On the second, the student was more aggressive, but killed in his offense. Mayakashi was still uninjured. The third day came and the student surrendered. He lived, as they agreed. Before the fourth day had come, one of the two remaining surrendered as well. The fifth day, the master of the dojo came and watched with interest. It was his oldest pupil against this newcomer who had so easily bested his students. This last battle was one of Mayakashi's hardest in his career of dojo hunting. Both were heavily injured, and with both of them bleeding heavily, it was unclear who the winner would be. Mayakashi needed a mere one blow, whereas his opponent, aware of this, needed to strike lethally. Giving his foe one last chance to surrender, the two readied themselves for the last clash they would have. As they met, Mayakashi struck his hundreth blow, feeling the steel pierce into the left side of his chest. Watching as mouthed words that formed no sound escaped shocked lips, the still impaled warrior stepped back, and pulled the sword out of his chest, grunting in extreme discomfort while the adrenaline dulled the pain. The teacher, horrified, screamed. Mayakashi turned, took his payment, the teacher's katana, and whispered "The way of the sword is immortal. It is a fake immortality, but one I possess nonetheless." Although he had always left his real name, it was at this point that Mayakashi became who he is now, Mayakashi Fuma- A man with a fake immortality. As he took his leave, he took coin as well, stopping at the first shrine to get treated for his wounds.
"I regret my life. It's always been lonely and cold."
Months after his bloody victory at the dojo where he had been pierced through where his heart should have been, Mayakashi had become quite infamous. Although the tales were split between two ways of thinking, they both agreed he was a fake man, one without a heart who wandered the lands of the living, lost and looking for something. However, they diverged there. One side believed he was a spirit cleansing evil swordsmen from the lands by culling their pupils, forever scaring them away. Others claimed he simply wiped out entire dojos of anyone he could, feeding on the essence and skill of those he slayed in combat. Regardless of the stories that he heard, he was feared and loathed by the common folk. Mayakashi always found himself alone. His brief times with others came mostly from the short periods he stayed in shrines, paying the monks and maidens who lived and worked there, or the warriors he met on the road. However, he often disliked meeting others like himself. They wanted to fight, although the competitive, if not blood thirsty urge, he noticed, seemed more controlled in the warrior women he rarely came across. Truth be told, he only fought to live. It was fate, he argued, who wanted him to fight; the sole survivor of a fire that almost brought an entire style to extinction. The few pleasures he had in his harsh existence were far and few between. But when they happened, Mayakashi was truly grateful for them. Most of them were, as one would expect of a healthy man of his nature, were those of flesh, some maidens, but mostly warrior women, who were agitated enough to lay with him, but he treasured each moment. Still, those rare moments were not enough. But life would change. It always has to.
"I taught them everything. How to draw and how to kiss, with both flesh and steel."
Several years later, Mayakashi had finally achieved some peace and quiet. He had faded from the eyes of the people, his legacy spoken in whispers or shouted out loud with drunken tongues. It was enough for him, and he opened up his own school. He had decided that it was time to gather students, and reintroduce his family's lost art into the world. For nearly a year's time, he had no students. Mayakashi had taken to odd jobs with his neighbors to live. Other times, he would accept challenges from hunters, defeating foes that were like he once was. It was then his life was changed. It was sudden, and as sudden changes often are, it was drastic. A young boy and girl showed up at his door. They looked a bit alike. Not twins, but definitely siblings. Mayakashi was their father, or so they said. He paid no heed to their words and shut the door on them, told them to go home. They did not. He kept it closed through the night. The next day, when he opened it to leave, they were still there outside. Choosing to embrace them rather than condemn them, he took them in as students. He would not believe he was their father, no matter what anyone said, but they were students and they could work and they could learn. That was all he needed. Although it took two years, Mayakashi taught the siblings everything he could. He made them practice over and over to perform the fluid movements he had honed, the techniques he had learned, and others he had created. When he felt they had learned enough, he sent them back home. Although the children, now in their early teens, refused at first, Mayakashi stuck to his choice. They left, and he closed down his school. Feeling a slightly guilty conscience, he started to follow them once, but instead, turned and went the opposite way. He had no idea where he wanted to go, just that he did want to go. Mayakashi did not expect, could not expect, where his destination truly was.
"It happened so fast, as if the wind were commanded by my blade."
Only a few days into his travels, Mayakashi found himself ambushed by thieves. These robbers had no plans to let him walk away, which was fine by him. He had no plan on letting them live through the encounter either. Outnumbered, the fight was initially in the bandits favor, but a freak gust of wind saved his life. Blowing up leaves and petals from the road, it distracted some of the men as Mayakashi took immediate action. The winds were truly in his favor as the first bandit went down, the gust suddenly blowing in another direction, as if following the tip of his sword. One by one the thieves turned to run, and one by one they were felled. Pleased with himself, Mayakashi looted their corpses for money, adding little from their bodies to his own person. He had no use for their wares, simply their coin, and he left with little more than that. Indeed, after the event with the bandits, he had not a run of bad luck until he got to the next town. Asleep in an inn, he was visited by a ghost of his past, or so it seemed. While he snoozed, a horse thief startled one of the many stallions in the stables that struck a lamp to the hay covered ground. Worried, the thief bolted before someone could come to the scene of the crime. Although guards arrived and people were questioned, the thief was not caught. However, the oil stain left by the horse, would be the end of Mayakashi's life. The next morning, while looking to purchase one of the steeds, the keeper, a man who smoked heavily, emptied the ashes of his pipe, it just so happened that the place Mayakashi was standing, was also the spot where the oil had spilled on the already dry hay. The fire raced up the oil soaked straw and onto Mayakashi's clothes. he was turned into a human inferno in a matter of minutes before he could save himself and was burned to death only moments before water was thrown upon his body. With him, he had taken out a large part of the stables, as the wood and hay in dry season caught quickly to the light of the flames.
"Heh, so much for immortal."
It was in this fashion that Mayakashi passed on into the Seireitei. Confused and lost, he spent much of his time wandering aimlessly in the various areas of the Rukongai. When fights grew more common, he turned and went in the opposite direction. He got a job, helping out shopkeepers like he used to. And with that job, he saved up enough money to buy a katana. Half a century he had roamed. Half a century he had saved. Only a hundred years old in this second world, the world of the dead, Mayakashi began once more to hone his skills with the blade. Muscle memory made it easy. His body was rigid at first, but slowly, like a gentle wind, it loosened. Soon he could move as endlessly as running water, as smoothly as fine liquor, and kiss objects with the cold steel of his katana as if it were a whispering breeze. It was on such a session that recruiters noticed him. There were many fine swordsmen inside the Gotei Thirteen. In this, Mayakashi's qualities were common and not needed, but it was his style, his precision, that drew the recruiters to the once infamous "Fake Immortal." When approached, he thought he was in trouble and sheathed his weapon, but he discovered the opposite was true. These recruiters wanted him to fight. And if he was good enough, they'd allow him into a military force. Although Mayakashi wanted nothing to do with it at first, his visitors were persistent. Over the next thirty years, whenever they were on duty, they came to him. Finally, on the thirtieth year, he consented.
"They call this a dojo?"
This was how Mayakashi entered Shino Academy. It took some convincing. It was true he showed a rare, promising skill in zanjutsu, as well as a style that was rare, even in the Seireitei, but he had no idea what reiryoku was, or any clue how to control and manipulate it. His entire acceptance was banked on the fact that Mayakashi had such finesse over his blade that it should easily happen with reiatsu, once he was taught. Holding his recruiters responsible, instructors attempted to give Mayakashi a zanpakuto. Instead of accepting it though, he handed them the katana he had worked so hard to buy in favor of a different zanpakuto he saw, one in the shape of a weapon he knew quite well, and preferred; a nodachi. This caused some irritation among the teachers, to which Mayakashi shrugged and said, "They're both swords. It's only natural I choose the one I know the best." It took some time, but he did pass Shino Academy. Not their best or brightest student, much of his better marks came from lessons he already had experience in, namely learning to Shunpo and Zanjutsu. While his reiatsu was strong, his control over it had been mediocre, and in the end, Mayakashi chose to forgo it anyways. His Hakuda, while graded at above average, was also not truly Hakuda. many blows involved the sword, either as a distraction or for dealing the blow. Much of his actual hand-to-hand combat was little more than a surprise straight, quick jab, gut punch, or other single strike techniques, rather than a full arsenal of punches, kicks, and grapples. When it came to graduation, Mayakashi found himself placed into the Third Division.
"A new place to call home is the same as a place to rest before moving on."
In Division Three, he was made to feel like it was a new home, a permanent home. He never truly felt that way, but he enjoyed his time, even if he never expressed it. Indeed, Mayakashi never once transferred to another Division in his entire career, something not often seen in Shinigami. He stayed with the Division for two hundred and fifty years. He was promoted many times. Usually, the reason listed was for merit, although in later years his ascension to Third Seat, and later Lieutenant, were for honor and valor, respectively. The former promotion he had earned in testimony to a crime committed by a fellow Division member. It was a poor way to earn a promotion, but it got him the spot. His promotion to Lieutenant, his promotion due to valor, was earned in an attempt on the then current Lieutenant's life by a hollow while the two were on patrol. While his attempt ultimately failed, the Gotei recognized his actions, and once he had been patched up, promoted him. It was also after this event that Mayakashi discovered why he could withstand fatal blows to the heart, something he had chalked up to luck for hundreds of years. He had a condition known as situs inversus. The nature of this condition reversed the positioning of his major organs, and consequently, his heart was on the right side of his chest rather than his left. After this discovery, it wouldn't be a factor, not for another fifty years.
"A simple guy like me, huh?"
Fifty years after his promotion to Lieutenant, Mayakashi was called into the Human World with his Captain. They were to investigate an unusual hollow who had killed many of the normal Shinigami sent out on patrol. Their Third Seat, who had been sent out to figure out why there was a severe increase in casualties, had come back nearly dead, in critical condition. The only piece of information he could pass on was that it's fighting style was incredibly unusual and hard to fight. As he was carried off, Mayakashi couldn't help but recognize the wounds. He knew what they would find.
Arriving in the last known location, it didn't take long for their reiatsu to attract it. When it spoke, the voice was definitely that of a male's. Although his Captain stepped forward to fight, Mayakashi blocked his way, insisting that he fight the demons of his own past. With his Captain's blessing, he stepped forward. The short exchange that followed between Lieutenant and hollow did little but reintroduce themselves and mutually assure that both parties were aware that this would be to death. The hollow neared, taunting Mayakashi, shouting out how his good nature wouldn't let him hurt the boy who had claimed to be his son. As the hollow swung, expecting to get a surprise attack, or goad Mayakashi into a reckless attack of his own, the hollow instead received Mayakashi's rebuttal. Dodging the swing with ease, he leaned into his opponent and sliced a large gash across his torso, uttering only two words: "That's one." The fight that followed was one charged with emotion. The undercurrents of history indeed flowed fast between the two combatants; a teacher and his disciple at a cross roads in their lives, meeting once more to decide whose path would live on. With blood dripping in the streets, the hollow who had once claimed to have been his son had rivers of red running from ninety-nine spots on his body. The teacher was unharmed. In the final moments of the hollow's life, the last blow of each fighter would be recorded. They stepped in together, and the hollow ran the blade that was his arm into the left side of Mayakashi's chest. The hollow proclaimed that his one blow was worth a hundred of his teacher's. It was much to his chagrin that Mayakashi merely laughed, unaffected by a blow that was commonly dealt to him. The last blow was dealt in silence to the stunned foe, and Mayakashi pulled himself off of his foe's weapon. Although he was still heavily injured, he, with his Captain, returned to the Seireitei. Mayakashi was lauded for his honor, valor, and dedication.
Many years later, when his Captain decided to retire, this same battle would be brought up among the discussing Captains over his fate as the next Captain of the Third. Mayakashi was promoted. He was a man who had never left his Division. He had showed it the utmost loyalty in his career. When he was questioned, he answered, and when his demons caught up to him, he took his responsibility for it. He was praised by those who worked with him directly inside of his Division. But many things pop up in his mind from time to time. Most often is whether the girl he had taught had suffered the same fate as her brother, or worse, or if she was somewhere in the Seireitei. With only minor accomplishments as a Captain, and his nature, he feels as though he deserves little of the praise he gets, and instead wastes his time drinking or training in solitude.
"Don't go blowing me on, wind. I kind of like this place."
As the now standing Captain of the Third Division, Mayakashi has devoted himself both to his men and the Gotei, despite his desire to keep himself physically off to his training. He knows how few accomplishments he has made as a Captain, although he will often counter he no longer seeks glory or a home. He only wishes to drink his days away and practice against no foe stronger than a gentle breeze. Though he knows even his days now are numbered, he has accepted it a bit more. His life style has stopped roaming, and he's found a place he can call a home once more. With that in mind, he readies himself every day for any turbulent winds that may come the way of his new friends, his new family, and his new way of life. He figures if he was going to make some name for himself, it might as well kill him in the process.
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 4:05 pm
☯|Zanpakutō Name|: Soyokaze
☯|Zanpakutō Name Meaning|: Gentle Breeze
☯|Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance|: Spirit
☯|Zanpakutō Sealed Form|: Mayakashi's zanpakuto is a nodachi on the smaller side of the longer bladed katana's brethren. Due to its smaller size, he can wield it one handed or two handed, and often rapidly switches between the two. When carried on his person, it is attached to the rope around his waist, carried loosely and allowing it some fluid mobility, even when sheathed. The guard is a cloud in the wind shape, and generally ineffective for guarding, instead improving the dynamics of his sword.
☯|Shikai Status|: As a Captain, Mayakashi can hold his Shikai indefinitely, although he does have to seal it eventually, unable to keep it a true "constant" release.
☯|Zanpakutō Shikai Activation Statement|: "Caress, Soyokaze"
☯|Zanpakutō Shikai Name|: The name does not change.
☯|Zanpakutō Shikai Appearance|: Mayakashi's zanpakuto is one that changes not it's own state, but the state of the wielder instead. Upon release, Mayakashi's reiatsu manifests itself into a gentle breeze that swirls around his body, making his clothing and hair sway lightly. Although it can look impressive, the wind created from the release is inconsequential and does little more than look nice.
☯|Battlefield Changes|: As mentioned, the wind around Mayakashi whips up and adds a flowing quality to his appearance, and does little more than look nice, holding no actual effect on any combatant present. It does, however, possess the ability to be sheathed without sealing his Shikai, or even activating Shikai while sheathed, granting it a unique quirk that is otherwise useless to anyone, except perhaps other Iaijutsu experts.
☯|Zanpakutō Shikai Abilities|
Onkei [Blessing]
"Grant me favour on the battlefield."
Usually initiated by stating the name and then taking a swig from his bamboo cup, Mayakashi may also simply inhale. Once he has inhaled or drank from his cup, he sprays out a fine mist from his mouth onto his blade. This mist is in actuality reishi being emitted from his body, imbuing his zanpakuto with his reiryoku and enhancing his blade's cutting edge, as well as giving it a numbing quality, making blows from the sword mildly harder to notice. [3 Post Last, 2 Post Cool Down]
Kisoku [Breath]
"In and out."
Mayakashi moves towards his opponent and tries to draw out an attack from them. Once close enough, he leans to one side lazily, usually into the attack of an opponent should his ploy work in order to dodge it. As he passes by his foe, the wind around his body accelerates, suddenly increasing his speed as he brings his zanpakuto about to slice them open. Although the blade in and of itself is harmful, the accelerated wind can also cause shallow lacerations as he passes by, meaning that he can cut one without even drawing his zanpakuto. Although this does increase the range of his blade, the amount is so insignificant that it's almost immeasurable; barely a centimeter. However, it also improves his cutting power while using the technique, and when combined with Oneki, his cutting power is vastly improved. [1 Post Cool Down]
Teisei [Whisper]
"No matter the source, quiet voices are fueled by fear."
Sweeping his blade in front of him, Mayakashi generates a slow moving current of wind that sounds like a mass of whispering voices. As the wind eases across the battlefield, he steps into it, causing it to violently rupture, sending it flying outwards in every direction for ten meters. While not razor sharp, it can weaken, slow, or reflect projectiles and cause people to stumble. While the wind is erupting outwards, the wind around Mayakashi's body accelerates upon contact with the breeze, the explosive release causing him to appear as if he disappeared, appearing again next to the foe, ideally caught off guard by the wind, with a slash or thrust. This attack has improved piercing power that is further increased while Oneki is active. [3 Post Cool Down]
Hayate [Strong Wind]
"It's getting windy."
Gripping his zanpakuto with both hands, the wind around Mayakashi intensifies, becoming more wild and agitated in nature before slowly condensing onto his body. As it condenses, the wind is strong enough to deflect standard projectiles such as arrows, throwing knives and the weakest of Kido. (Twelve and below). as the wind makes contact with his skin, Mayakashi seems to become the wind, which then rushes at his opponent. As the wind moves, it veers left and right, actively attempting to avoid incoming attacks and upon reaching the foe, blows through them. Mayakashi appears from the wind, seeking to land a blow as he does so. It should be noted that the wind actively dodges attacks because in truth, Mayakashi does not become the wind as it appears, but rather, camouflages himself with it, and is consequently affected by most attacks above basic projectiles. Thrusting and cutting power for this technique is improved, and is further improved while Oneki is active. [3 Post Cool Down]
☯|Shikai Mastery| Mastered
☯|Zanpakutō Bankai Name|: Kaze Touta
☯|Zanpakutō Bankai Name Meaning|: Culling Winds
☯|Zanpakutō Bankai Appearance|: Like it's Shikai stage, Kaze Touta retains its normal appearance. The winds that whipped around Mayakashi before increase in their intensity and his reiatsu becomes more visibly infused with the wind. In turn, the wind becomes tinged with silvery light, allowing one to visibly see the swift winds stirring around his body. However, the winds are still inconsequential in terms of discouraging attacks, requiring the assistance of his Bankai's techniques to perform such actions.
☯|Bankai Battlefield Changes|: As before, the winds remain and are still inconsequential. They are however, more pronounced and noticeable now, imbued with his reishi and giving them a silvery glow, which in turn, does the same to his person, although no light is actually cast from the perceived glow.
☯|Zanpakutō Bankai Abilities|:
Senpu [Whirlwind]
"Don't get blown away"
Channeling the strength of the whirling winds around his blade, Mayakashi uses his reishi to once more sharpen the steel of his zanpakuto, enhancing the cutting edge of the blade, greatly improving its piercing and cutting power for a short duration. The power of his other techniques is also altered appropriately, each one piercing and cutting more effectively while this technique is active. In addition to this, when Mayakashi is not using a technique, the swings of his blade tear at the air itself, generating a compressed wave of air the length and thickness of Mayakashi's blade that propel outwards an additional one meter from the tip of the sword, extending his reach even further with basic attacks.[3 Post Duration, 3 Post Cool Down]
Neppuu [Heated Wind]
"When the wind feels hot, Death is breathing down your neck."
Placing himself in a drawing stance, Mayakashi channels all the swirling wind around him into his zanpakuto. All at once, Mayakashi draws his blade, sprinting forward as the winds rip from the tip of his weapon. The attack is a swift, two pronged strike, a slash, a flourish, and then a piercing blow. The weapon is hot to the touch, cauterizing the most external of wounds inflicted, while also applying a painful burning sensation to the opponent's insides. Once used, the speed of the wind and the heat of the blade sharpens it as the technique enters cool down. While on cool down, Mayakashi's cutting and piercing power is greatly enhanced, made even stronger while Senpu is active. [3 Post Cool Down]
Arashi no Tekko [Storming Iron and Steel]
"Endless and unforgiving."
Performing a lazy dodge at close range to get inside one's guard, he unleashes a blinding fast slash against the foe. The real technique however, comes when Mayakashi's blade meets an object. Upon contact, the slash becomes a dozen. Each strike is rapid, following the heels of the one before it, unleashing a fast striking hell upon the foe. The cutting power of his zanpakuto is greatly increased for the duration of this attack, even further improved while Neppu is on cool down, Senpu is active, or both, and with the equivalent of a dozen blows meeting flesh or steel, this technique can play out a variety of ways. Upon going on cool down, each of his strikes become two, the second with less force than the first, although they always strike the same object.[5 Post Cool Down]
Tenbu [Heavenly Dance]
"Fluid perfection."
Tightening his grip on his zanpakuto, Mayakashi performs a slow sweep, channeling the whirling wind into his blade. Cloaking himself in the remaining wind, he closes the distance at a high speed, leaning to one side as he aims to dance behind the opponent, attempting to draw an attack from his foe while striking at their back. As he travels, the wind leaves behind a shimmering, hazy white trail, that upon finishing the technique, is followed upon by a powerful slash that mimics the trail. As the slash tears through the air, the pressure created from the speed of the slash can cause dust to rise up into the air and blow loose objects around in the following wind. It should be noted that the attack can hit multiple times, as it can strike for Mayakashi's blade as well as the trail left behind by the weapon before the strike ends. Should either part of the attack hit, his other abilities cool downs drop by one post. Senpu will not have its cool down lowered if the duration has not yet ended. [5 Post Cool Down]
☯|Bankai Mastery|: Mastered
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Posted: Fri Feb 14, 2014 4:05 pm
Kido
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Various Other Skills
☯Taijustu/Hakuda:
While strong, Mayakashi doesn't follow traditional Hakuda values, as they are not bare knuckle brawling skills. Speaking technically, his Hakuda is average, as he has basically no techniques past assisting kicks, jabs, uppercuts, or knuckle dusting punches. Indeed, much of his skill in the art of Hakuda involve delivering swift strikes or feints with his bare hands or feet, only to follow it swiftly with a strike from his blade.
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Mayakashi's ability in Hoho is not met by many. Speed is the name of his game, and the only thing he possesses greater than his speed is his precision. In his early days at the Academy, the combination of these two elements were quick to make others think he'd have a promising future as a member of the Assassination Division, but he refused, insisting he'd like to actively kill as few people as possible. Although he knows none of the fancier tricks, he does know Shunpo, is extremely good at it, which makes sense, given that his zanpakuto is themed after the wind itself, and he should be at least as fast as that which he takes his power.
☯Swordsmanship:
Mayakashi's swordsmanship is rather strong. Aside from the physical strength necessary to wield a nodachi one handed (and subsequently swing it at the speed he does) requires a lot of finesse and control, both of which he has, and was the original reason he was recruited into the Shino Academy in the first place. Although perhaps not as effective as it used to be any more, he still prides himself silently on his skills in basic Zanjutsu, Iaijutsu, and his family's lost style, Hagane no Seppun, The Kiss of Steel.
Iaijutu: Necessary mastery for his Hagane no Seppun style, Mayakashi is a master of Iaijutsu. Although those more studious than he in the art are naturally better at it, he has the required knowledge of the fighting to counter it effectively (in most cases) and fight sticking strictly to the grounds in the art of the draw. He is particularly suited to the drawing slash itself, or attacking from the "draw" position, even when he is not sheathed, and is faster at this portion than most others, though he suffers a bit on the first draw in compared to more purist masters of the style.
Hagane no Seppun [The Kiss of Steel]: Mayakashi's fighting style. It has stuck with him throughout the ages. Although there are no defining techniques that make up the sword style itself, it is, in actuality, the way the blows are landed that define the style. Strikes are often divided between "Blows," "Kisses," and "Caresses." Fortunately, it is fairly easy to classify each one, as the categorical names help. Blows are defined as hybrid or bare strikes, involving any form of kick, punch, knee or so on, with a few technical exceptions. Kisses are tight quarter maneuvers that are often pulled within a range close enough to actually strike someone with a tanto, and depending on the wielder's blade, may not even have the weapon fully drawn, though they are most often two handed in nature. Caresses are performed as the furthest ranged techniques, usually swinging while simultaneously pulling the blade back so it slices the opponent rather than cleaving into them, and are most often one handed, using the momentum of the weapon to produce most of the power. As expected, the proper way to perform the style is with a nodachi, although Mayakashi says any standard katana would also work. As a historical note, one should be aware it borrows heavily from the 'Death by a Hundred Blows," and looks very similar, although fights much differently.
☯Durability:
Considering he goes around bare chested like a gladiator all the time, one would expect Mayakashi to be a rather sturdy person, especially given the number of scars along his body being used as a motivator to be that way. Despite this, he is not all that physically sturdy (unless you want to try and give that shoulder guard a try). He is, however, durable in a different way. Although entirely natural, his body is not shaped the same as others internally. His bone structure is normal, but his organs are not. Affected by a condition known as situs inversus, Mayakashi is durable in that his organs are mirrored from where they should be, meaning that blows to where his heart should be are little more than annoyances with minor organ damage to him. Granted, his brain is still in the same spot, so if you hit him in the head to kill him, he'll likely suffer from that as normally as everyone else.
>>>>>Situs Inversus: Mayakashi's major body organs, such as his heart, liver, spleen, gall bladder,stomach, pancreas (and more technically though not as important), lungs and kidneys are all reversed from their normal position. This means that his heart is on his right side and not his left, as is his stomach, where as his gall bladder is on his left with his pancreas and spleen. Consequently, normally fatal blows are notably less deadly against him, save for head shots. Those stay the same.
☯Reiryoku:
Most Captains have an impressive pool of reiryoku. Mayakashi is not one of them. In fact, he has a remarkably average pool of reiryoku. His presence isn't intimidating, his reiatsu isn't impressive, and his reiryoku isn't oceanic. It is because of this that many of his skills are predominantly physical, forgoing the use of Kido for so long he's forgotten the basic ones known by literally almost every Shinigami to ever exist. Instead, he put his focus on speed, precision, and keeping his family's ways alive.
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