Nickname(s)/Alias(es): Shrimp Baby
Age: Appears to be between 20 – 25 years of age; Actual Age is approaching 1,000. Born on December 20, 1181.
Race: Shinigami
Rank:
Physical Description:
Absolutely flawless. Admittedly, his face was average and rather nondescript and he had a slightly grown out crew cut, nothing fantastical or such that would make him instantly stand out. His is a sandy, light brown in color. Two emerald eyes shone fervently from his face. His teeth were perfectly aligned due to bearing braces for many years in the World of the Living and kept spotlessly white. Now none of this would make anyone really impressed or allow them to be described as “Absolutely flawless,” that is until we got to Shrimp Baby’s muscles. Oh God yes. Being only 5’11” in height and around 150 lbs, Shrimp Baby has a magnificently sculpted body. With all the exercise he’s been doing, he is in better shape for the Olympics than most Olympic gold medalists, and this is without enhancing himself with any reiatsu.
A sleeker build, he still has powerful, well-muscled arms and legs. And no doubt the world’s sexiest six-pack, his pride and joy. His washboard abs are the pinnacle of perfection. He only has a total of eight percent body fat and is working on upgrading those hot, steamy six pack abs into the mythical eight-pack. To better show off his abs, Shrimp Baby had completely forsaken the old, loose-fitting Shinigami outfit in favor of his own style with the pants he had managed to obtain from the Onmitsukido and a simple black short-sleeve hoodie more that is almost always unzipped to bare those magnificent specimens of abs. He has ignored any and all complaints about his dress code violations. He often wears a pair of fingerless black gloves and a pair of high-quality military-grade combat boots.
Personality:
If there is any one thing Shrimp Baby is obsessed with, it is exercise for the betterment of his body and others. He abhors any temptation that would endanger the quality of his muscle and abs. Candy, cake, pie, ice cream, deep-fried food, fast food, all are abominations to him, trying to tempt him away from his Nirvana of Abs into the Cult of Greed and Decadence. Not even beer and wine are acceptable to him, preferring the company of hard, undiluted liquor if he ever needs to get drunk. He also has mental compulsions that are borderline geas that incite him to act as a personal trainer for any unfortunate soul who is overweight or does not possess the sacred and revered six pack. Neither is he afraid to tackle his superiors in his quest for universal six-packs. And while he may get extremely, extraordinarily offensive in his training sessions, it’s all tough love.
Aside from that, Shrimp Baby has a major dose of narcissism and a minor dose of megalomania. For his abs are without a doubt the best abs that have ever been seen since the first ancestors of the human species discovered the presence of a six-pack. Personal bubbles do not exist for this man and neither does he care about how he is perceived. After all, if they are not openly admiring it, Shrimp Baby knows every single entity is secretly admiring the set of perfect muscles he humbly boasts.
Zanpakutou:
Zanpakutou Spirit: Shako (Stomatopod)
Shako is a gigantic, red mantis shrimp about the size of a two shuttle-buses touching bumper to bumper. Despite its appearance, Shako is actually rather polite and well-spoken with a light hint of a British accent. He is capable of making eloquent speeches when necessary. Yet Shako can easily turn aggressive from the slightest provocation and nobody wants a giant mantis shrimp chasing them down so it can smash that unfortunate soul with its extremely powerful clubs.
Inner World: Shrimp Baby’s Inner World is entirely underwater. It appears as a continuous, oversized coral reef teeming with corals, anemones, and a plethora of other stationary underwater plant-life. As with a normal coral reef, there are a large amount of nooks and crannies. In one of these nooks and crannies lies Shako, although it is never certain which one he will choose as his home. Shrimp Baby, of course, cannot drown in his own Inner World. He treats the water like air.
Sealed Form: Shako’s sealed form is that of a pair of brass knuckles constructed of the same steel of other zanpakutos. Shrimp Baby keeps them in the pocket of his pants. Both have a round palm grip that redirects the force to his palms, protecting his fingers from serious harm. They are sturdy for a pair of brass knuckles and, while it would not be a good idea, can block a few basic strikes. On the palm grip of each one is engraved “Donalbain Allargig Marcelius Augustine Hohenzollern III” in small font to signify ownership in case someone did not recognize it as a zanpakuto. Like with his uniform, he does not care that brass knuckles are not considered “standard”.
(Not obtained yet) Shikai Name/Release Phrase: “Put ‘em up, Shako!”
Shikai Description: When Shrimp Baby’s Shikai is called, his brass knuckles soon extend to cover his forearms in blocky, red armor, with another layer on top of the first. At the place where his hands should be are what appear to be thin, gear-like hinges. Usually they remain unconnected to the second layer and are rather sharp. By letting them simply run, they become akin to high powered circular saw. However, the true purpose of the gear hinges is shown when Shrimp Baby allows them to fully connect with the second layer of blocky mechanized armor resting on top of his first one. When that happens, the gears will quickly throw forward the second-layer, extending Shrimp Baby’s range by a forearm length. The second layer of armor ends in heavy, black, metallic hands. The very action of Shrimp Baby throwing out the extension can result in a dangerous clubbing not unlike that of the Mantis Shrimp.
Shikai Powers:
Aftershock [Passive]: When using his Shikai, an aftershock of Shrimp Baby’s attacks will form in condensed reiatsu and continue past the end of his physical Shikai for the same length. To simplify it, at the end of every physical attack Shrimp Baby does with Shako, a burst of light blue reiatsu will come out and travel as far as his original attack, essentially doubling his reach. The aftershock will always occur after each movement involving his Shikai, such as a twitch or a flick, but is not as noticeable or effective as it is with a punch. The shockwaves produced by the Aftershock effect are as powerful as the original, physical attack.
Repulsive Cable [Offensive]: The repulsive cable is an ability where Shrimp Baby fires off the hands on the very end of Shako. The hands are attached to the main body of his Shikai by - although no one is ever certain on a specific definition or description everyone agrees that it is - a repulsive cable. Although Shrimp Baby does not really notice or care, most people are somehow irrationally disgusted by it. Some say appears to be alive. All that is really certain is that it is a rather repulsive cable by all eyewitness testimonies. However, that isn’t relevant at all. Repulsive Cable is also affected by Aftershock, making it a poor medium for grabbing onto things Shrimp Baby wants undamaged.
Inner World Projection [Support]: With the aid of his ego, Shrimp Baby can project the watery depths of his Inner World onto the real world for a time not to exceed two posts with a two post cool down. His projection forms an orb around him with the radius of ten feet where one will encounter sand and water, although it is just about impossible to drown in the water. Regardless, the water maintains its watery effects. Also, the projection is not static, depending on where Shrimp Baby moves, the orb will follow and map out new sections of his Inner World. This means it is entirely feasible for a rock or a coral to seemingly appear out of nowhere at the edge of his orb as he moves along. In the watery world, the aftershock effect is doubled in power.
(Not obtained yet) Bankai Name: Bankai, Bankai (Evening Shellfish)!
Special Accessories: None yet
Skills/Abilities:
Will Ask About Getting/Not Acquired Boxing – Boxer-Puncher: [Will add when trained]
Kidou:
Bakudou:
- 1. Restrain (Sai)
4. Crawling Rope (Hainawa)
8. Repulse (Seki)
9. Strike (Geki)
9. Disintegrating Circle (Hourin)
Hadou:
- 1. Thrust (Shou)
4. White Lightning (Byakurai)
31. Red Fire Cannon (Shakkaho)
Biography/History:
Born in Brandenburg in 1181 to the House of Hohenzollern in the Holy Roman Empire, Donalbain had always been on the large side. Born a whopping, unprecedented 16.3 lbs. to a C-section, it was clear to his family that he was definitely destined for greatness. As a result, he was pampered by his parents and all of his relatives. Yessir, he was not a child who was lacking anything. Although there were lowly serfs starving, his every meal was a scrumptious, veritable feast of delicacies. It wasn’t difficult for him to become a glutton rather quickly. Of course, his largesse at the time was also a symbol of his high status. His mind was set out to be sharpened by a horde of hired tutors to prepare Donalbain for the day he became a prince. While he was physically slow, he made for it with his quick wits and learning ability, becoming a master in matters vegetable, animal, and mineral.
It wasn’t long before his siblings and cousins grew envious of his high status within the Hohenzollern family and so they set out to assassinate Donalbain. It wasn’t difficult, really. At the age of 13, they slipped a slow-acting poison into his food that got past the taste-testers. In two days he went down with a fever and began madly hallucinating. In a week he was pronounced dead. Of course, the doctors were bribed a decent sum to say that he had died from a case of unseasonal shellfish and threatened if they told otherwise. It wasn’t hard for a Shinigami to locate the ghost of such an important and corpulent thirteen year old who, considering people back then were shorter, towered over most.
In Soul Society he had a difficult life. No one wanted to adopt a fat giant into their Rukongaian families and he was left to wander the streets and districts, often times getting by on rain water and the occasional benefactor who was moved by pity. It was a sordid life but it worked. After some time, having lost most of his noble hauteur, he decided to do street performances and essentially standup comedy. With his charisma, it wasn’t difficult to attract an audience and get coins. He couldn’t afford any of the delicacies from his previous life though and only had water to live on. As expected from such a thing, over a series of centuries, when he stopped being so darn large compared to everyone else as people grew taller, and he found himself shedding weight. By the time eight hundred years had passed, Donalbain one day passed by a mirror and saw himself…. Changed. He was… skinny. Nothing like the corpulent self that had entered into the Rukongai. And damn, didn’t he look good? Sure his hair was a bit long and he still had a good amount of love handles but it was certainly better than being a boulder.
And what? What were those things on his stomach? He could make out two of them and ran a hand over his abdomen, feeling multiple grooves. It felt… exhilarating. Refreshing. Sacred. Like some sort of great epiphany had descended, Donalbain decided to work towards making himself skinnier. He asked around what was the best way to do so. Exercise, it appeared. At first he went into a hardcore regime but found himself unable to maintain it for too long with life calling to him. He started doing menial labor to get money for water but there were always issues, drama, and other problems as the Rukongai expanded and became increasingly violent. So he decided the best thing to do was to join a military force or something. Soul Society had to have one, every major nation possessed a military. Well, through diligent asking people questions, he discovered the existence of Shinigami. And decided to join.
