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yep five years protecting the Yakuza head boss before taking a bullet for him. Everything seems so dead around here.... was there some sort of disease?

thats good i got to get off now it about 10 here and i have school tm. ttyl

Cool xp But you need to make a RP sample. Read the first post on this thread for more information. Then post your RP sample in this same thread.

Wow, I haven't been in this Guild for ages! I think I used to be in squad 6, but since I haven't been very active, I'm going to re-vamp my character and her zanpaktou and start again in this squad ^.^
Oh, and i hope you don't mind that I'm going to keep my shikai... I got it ages ago.

RP Sample:
Hinata wandered around Sereitei, trying to remember where she was going. She hadn't been back here in ages. She grimaced as she stepped out of the shadow of a building and the scorching rays of sunlight hit her directly in the face.
"It's too hot..." she complained to no-one in particular. She had been battling the vile monster called "Paperwork" all morning, and had found herself, unsurprisingly, slacking off. Deciding that it was useless trying to get anything done while she wasn't focusing, she had decided to go for a walk.
After a while, the neat flowerbeds of Sereitei's gardens turned into the thick, tangly brambles of the forest beyond. She relaxed as the cool air hit her. She had never liked bright light and heat. It reminded her of the time when a man from Rukongai had decided to set fire to her house while she was still trapped inside, all because she had stolen a slice of melon from his stand. She had escaped, though narrowly.

"Oi, listen to me already. Have you had enough rest now? Or are you just going to laze about here all day and let the paper monster consume your desk?" The youth grumbled as the sarcastic voice that she had tried to block out for the last half an hour cut through her thoughts.

"I was resting until you decided to butt in," Hinata said exasperatedly to her zanpaktou, flicking its hilt in annoyance.

"Yeah, if sulking can count as resting," Harikaze retaliated. Hinata fell silent, not having anything to say at her snide comment.

"Oh my, it's the sign of the downfall of Soul Society. Kazuki Hinata is lost for words!" the zanpaktou gasped in mock horror.

"Shut it, you." Hinata banged the hilt of the katana against a rock, smirking with grim amusement as she thought she heard a sniff from the usually emotionless zanpaktou.

She plonked herself down in the shade of a tall oak, then wondered about her situation in the Gotei. She had recently returned from her long travels in the real world and in Rukongai. After she had achieved Shikai, she had decided to follow in the footsteps of her sensei, Sin, and travel to become stronger. Having mastered her Shikai, she had then decided to come back and resume her duties as a regular Shinigami. Turns out that she was gone for so long that people assumed her dead, and she had been swiped off the register for the 6th Division.

Hinata had been horrified to learn of this. It was not her damn fault that Harikaze, being as stubborn as she was, decided to put her owner through endless trials to test Hinata's capability before she could grant her power over her abilities. All the while through this torture, Harikaze had maintained that it was "for the greater good". Hinata grudgingly admitted that she was right, as her shunpo was now more up to speed than it was before, as was her zanjutsu, though she hadn't improved her magnificently un-magnificent Kidou skills much. In other words, she still sucked at Kidou.

The young girl had been so deep in thought that she did not notice Harikaze was talking to her until she practically yelled her lungs off at her.

"For god's sake, pay attention to me! You're late for that meeting you're supposed to be having with the 13th squad captain! Remember, Sin referred you to the squad?"

Hinata looked up confusedly.

"I've been referred to the 13th division?" she questioned, obviously having no recollection of anyone ever informing her of this.

"Yes, now get off your lazy butt, 'cause the captain's not going to be happy if you're late," Harikaze said, resuming to her usual calm state.

"Oh, okay!" Hinata said happily, dusting her shihakusho off and shunpo-ing off without a care in the world as to what the captain would say at her late arrival. Harikaze sighed in her head. Some things could never be changed, no matter how much rigorous training you put someone through.

Name:
Feste Jacquebo
Personality:
Your classic Shakespearian clown thrown into the modern scene. Though he takes the child's look at life and lacks any form of seriousness, he does have a good head on his shrugged shoulders. He's also rather nonviolent, but by using his circus training (see below), he can put up a fight with even the biggest of men. Warning: you may find he has a tendency to sing and dance every now and again.
His Story:
He was born into a traveling circus, not very well known, except in their traveling vicinity of Italy and France. His mother was the cique's gymnast, but his constant traveling left no room for any long-lasting friendships besides with those in the circus. He was training to become the show's child contortionist, and was good friends with the clowns, probably where he picked up his habit of foolery, with no idea how this would lead to his perishing. When he was 17, he was performing his "rubber spine" routine (where he whips his spine like a wet noodle through the trapeze) for the audience. He had only practiced this routine a few times, but had never failed, and this was the first audience he was performing it for publicly. He was doing well at first, until something in the audience crashed! One of the bleachers had suddenly collapsed unexpectedly (which was a hollow, but later put off in human news as faulty construction), and the crash made him look off to the side and he snapped his neck on the incoming ring from the other trapeze.
After Feste's death, he spent his first year in Soul Society in complete gloom, but after another year to adjust to afterlife living existing larking umm... being (yeah, that's it), he decided to become a shinigami, since it was the closest thing to a circus he could find (no offense). He also learned through attending the academy, that it was a hollow that destroyed the bleacher, and swore to find what was left of his home to make sure all was alright. But on his Hollow-hunting test, he couldn't find anything but the home of the circus's manager, who had committed suicide soon after surviving the crash, feeling responsible for the death of so many innocents, including all of the cirque's performers. But, like Feste learned from that very man, he did not mourn the deaths of his dearest friends and family, but rather took the best of each of them to make as his inspiration, which is what made him such a relaxed and comic character.
Appearance:
A dark Caucasian tan, violet eyes, and brown dreadlocks. He's about 6'2", very skinny, and can bend in almost any fashion (especially now in death, since he has no fear of double-dying). He also never wears shoes; he thinks they are too constricting to his movements. xp dramallama xp dramallama

Oh, ok, mea culpa.
"Feste had been practicing his violin for about 8 months and hadn't gotten any better. He never thought about what he sacrificed, though, but looked at how much he was getting in exchange.
Mom always liked the violin.
He played on the street for the whole day for change, giving the people of the Roukon (probably spelled that wrong) a smiling musician and festive music to hear to make their afterlife closer to the paradise they died to see.
If all of these people are already dead, why do they continue to exist in a place just like his home of Earth? Seems a lot simpler just to let people live forever than have their bodies burn out and leave the rest of the world to fight over where they went and what to do to change it.
Without realizing it, he had begun dancing down the way toward the creek, followed by his captive audience of 14 children.
These kids are certainly blesed to have made it here so soon after being freed from the rose. I wonder how it looks to be born into this world; are we all reborn the same way, or do our actions really make the defing difference as to who we are now?
*Splash!* Feste opened his eyes to be invited in by the watery lobby his face had soon made a home of. The laughter of his juvenile partakers convinced him to rise again and give a final grin.
This must just be the way things are for us. Oh well, pondering so hard on something this big probably can't be healthty, even after losing it all already"

Ello, here's a random post I'll make up for you. >_>;

:::. The silent abyss of night asorbed all what was left of light from the sun. Releasing it's black blanket across the sky speckled with stars and that obervering moon. The round nightlight in the sky could be seen in the deep hazel hued eyes of Shiana; a wandering female with seemingly nowhere to go. Her expression was cool and calm like the weather before her. Hair tied up high in a ribbon swayed from small bursts of wind picking up. Aswell did the white long kimono that gave her a ghostly image in a disstance. Suddenly, the pale skinned female hung her head low, allowing her hair to dangle down infront of her face in a depressed fashion. Thoughts ran, screaming inside of her head. Emotions stung at her heart as the memory invaded her mind once again... Why had her village lost..? In utter disbelief of this event that had past, the self proclaimed samurai woman turned to gaze upon her katana blade; still resting peacfully within it's scabboard (sp?), Dreaded thoughts still echoed & repeated themselves inside.... She Failed!... Why?! They, she let them die! Failed., Emotion continued to raise, before all came to a sudden hault. There was no more questioning, she had to do what must be done. For honor, for failure... for herself. A right hand grasp the clothed handle of the blade; pulling it out and awakening it only to be directed towards it's very owner. As another swift winf blew across, the blade was pushed inside the woman rupturing the vital organ which pumped blood, and the depressed scene ended with a fallen worrior.. >__> Rawr, sorry... just came as.. =/ I could put on a actual post I made in the past if you want too.