Aliases/ Nicknames: The Reaper of the Gale
Physical Description: 6'2"
Age: 24
Born: 1852
Died: 1876
Zanpaktou's Spirit & Name: Maori Nemonir
Zanpaktou:
Shi-kai:
Shi-kai Release: "Let Orpheus' music beckon you"
The blade grows thinner and lighter though the overall shape of the weapon does not change. Giobe's eyes grow slightly lighter and his movements become more brisk.
Ban-kai:
Ban-kai Release: "Little spirit sing to me again."
Upon entering ban-kai Giobe can hear the music of the wind. It moves with him flowing passionately around him. The slashes of the thinner lighter blade can send out forces of the wind that are as sharp as any keen blade and leave air light cuts while his free hand can cause the wind around him to rise in a gust and strike like a hammer or turn into a storm.
Special Accessories: An old fishing lure to remind him of the lives he serves now.
Skills:
Swordmanship, Shunpo, Air Walk, Hand to Hand Combat
Abilities:
Hado: 1. Shado, 5. Byakurai, 11. Tsuzuri Raiden, 58. Tenran
Bakudo: 1. Sai, 8. Seki, 9. Geki
Personality:
Giobe is a fun loving happy person usually who seldom can be found not bearing a smile and when he isn't smiling or happy something is seriously wrong. While on duty Giobe is very direct and goal oriented. He will constantly try until he has completed the task granted to him even at the risk of his own health. His stubbornness often turns around to bite him in the butt but it isn't like he gets upset if he honestly deserved it. He can be wrong every now and then after all.
Biography/History:
Giobe was raised in a small seaside village on the east coat of what is now south Korea. In his childhood he was taught a few rather simple task for the benefit of his village. One of these tasks was fishing. He and a few others would crawl into a small boat and with nothing more than ores they would fight the waves of the sea moving out far enough to catch a decent bite. This seemingly tedious task kept Giobe strong and in shape from the age of sixteen till he was eighteen. The truth was that he enjoyed the open sea more than the task of reeling in nets of fish. The annoyance came when he wanted to go out farther, far enough to loose sight of the coast. The little boats they took though were not well fit for this type of excursion however and the task was near impossible. Giobe gave up on this ambition and decided he would be better off without the open sea so long as he was alive. Then he heard of the use of the wind to move a vessel and of the ways that others had harnessed the strength of the wind. Giobe immersed himself in the study of these craft and the art of their movement. Soon enough he set to work fitting a slightly larger ship with a mast and sail. The task took ten months but when it was done he had his path to the open sea, Giobe was twenty-two at this time. For his first trek in the boat Giobe took one other person to aid him in the operation of the sail and rudder. The trek was a success and Giobe was highly congratulated by the people in his village who had no idea what this simple action of harnessing the wind would lead him to. It happened suddenly sixteen and a half weeks after Giobe achieved his Twenty-fourth year. The man had decided to go out on his little boat alone for once and to travel to one of his favorite points where the earth became nothing but water. Over the past years he had begun to loose appreciation for the wind and the spirits that guided the wind had taken notice of this. The wind started strong and pulled his ship out just to where he wanted and then there was nothing. The wind ceased and Giobe was left all alone in his little boat bobbing helplessly in the waves. It wold have been a simple thing to fix had Giobe remembered to bring an oar or two but he had grown too accustom to the wind. Night fell and Giobe was still stranded waiting for some breeze come and rescue him yet it didn't. This continued until one day a weary and dry Giobe fell to his knees in the boat and started to beg the widn to return and save him, it did. The sea grew angry though at this, since it could have easily saved that man as well, and threw a tantrum burying Giobe and his little boat in the cold dark depths of the water.
When Giobe woke up in the spirit world he was soaking wet and unhappy at what had just happened. At first he had thought that he was alive yet soon as he roamed about and recognized none of the land marks he knew exactly where he was. It took Him a little while to calm down but he did. He felt no frustration with the sea or the wind, though he no longer bore the appreciation he once had for the blue blanket that covered the Earth yet he felt a strong fondness for the place and after hearing how things operated in the spirit world he enrolled in the academy in search of someway to protect those he had left behind from his brand new incorporeal form. The rest was history.
Signature/Patented Technique:
Lotus of the wind. A symbol of the lotus is formed in the air and juts forward in a wind based attack that can slice deep into most opponents though if blocked may just knock them off their feet unless they are just of a captain level, then it may act more as a light impact.
Guild Status: member and crew
Online Schedule: Pretty much everyday at some point in the afternoon till the early morning.
