JULY 9, 2014.
Post by SETA SEIJIROU on Dec 11, 2013 20:54:52 GMT -5
 SETA, SEIJIROU | ||||||||
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PERSONALITY Seijirou concerns himself not with the opinions of others, but rather with himself. Having originally been one of the youngest captains to take the position at the age of one hundred and seventy-eight, he was moreso looked down upon than respected by many around him. This leaving him with a few options on how to present himself- both to others and to himself, he decided upon continuing on with what he'd been doing before, deciding that he didn't need to win or earn the respect of others, lest he stray from his own path. As such, growing into a more lazed personality in itself- becoming all the more stressed with his new workload, he finds it easier to place the tasks upon those others in his squadron, fixating himself upon getting a good nap here and there. His policy in itself being, "A nap a day keeps the hollows away," Seijirou can usually be seen with a pillow under arm looking for a good place to catch a nap, or rather, he can be seen already resting, no matter the place. This in itself attributing to his laziness and carefree self, he tends to be forgetful in various situations, often forgetting even the names of his own squad members- or closest friends on instances. Still, considered quite a suitable fellow for his position in itself, he certainly doesn't act as though he rightfully deserves the honor to be considered a captain himself. | ||||||||
APPEARANCE Silver and naturally wavy locks covering scalp and reaching down to barely touch his line of vision, Seijirou prides himself scarcely in his looks, uncaring whether or not others take gander at him, or retch themselves in disgust. Finding that keeping up appearance in itself is useless, he can commonly be seen with a rather uncaring gaze about himself, hid-lidded and red hues staring at all with a certain boredom. Standing at a height of six foot one with a weight of one-hundred and seventy-two pounds and an easy-going air about himself, Seijirou focuses himself not upon his own bodily training, having done so many years ago. Heavily toned and somewhat brutishly scarred form hidden behind and underneath his clothing, he speaks not of his past and how he obtained such a body in itself, the tales tossed and stowed away in his memories of war. Pure white haori thrown over shoulders and kept unmodified, he wears it a sense of uncaring in itself, realizing the importance behind it as well as its significance. Rhombus centered upon its back with the division number 13 within, he wears it with long sleeves, the undercoloring for haori in itself being maroon- the color of his division in itself. Shihakushō worn underneath- common for shinigami, he can be seen with his zanpaktou near right side if the situation calls for such, tucked in sash. | ||||||||
HISTORY Born on a small and uncharted island near Japan, Seijirou was forced from a young age to fight in civil war. The blood of others becoming common to him as well as his own, he took lives without remorse and without thinking of the consequences, it simply becoming another way of life. Forcing himself to eat the carcass of the fallen to survive and betray his closest friends to live another day, he soon found himself the last survivor upon his island. Alone. Left with nothing- nobody to call friend and no one to talk to but himself. Thus, he did. Weeks passing with no hope of food coming, he soon perished where he sat, dull blade in grasp as he laid himself upon cracked bones and harsh earth. ---- Growing up in the 74th district of East Rukongai, Seijirou was forced from a young age to fight to survive. It being one of the outer districts- lawless even, he took into account his own needs over those of others. Hacking away at those souls- though leaving them to bleed themselves to a second death or find help by some other means, he sustained himself upon the crumbs and pieces of meat he scavenged for himself. Left with little option soon enough- as he had either a choice of staying or leaving to find better homage, he went with the latter, heading out to find a better district to stay within. And, he did. Locating that of the 27th- its conditions utterly surprising him with its cleanliness and lack of death overall, he felt nothing but rage rush through his form for the people that lived in such a place. For.. the people that looked so content and happy. Going on a rage- stopped before he could kill any of the souls that gazed at him in awe, he lay there face first under the iron grip of a male with white overcoat and black hakama. "Come. We will show you how to wield the weapon you hold so closely to your bosom." And, he did. Cleaned up of the grime and impurities that coated his skin and form, he was gifted new clothes and a name- for the first time in his life he was given a name. Told to enter the Shinigami Academy and graduate within twenty years time- what with his lack of previous education and the like, he found it hard it keep up with any of the instruction in itself, falling behind in his studies and all else. If there was one subject he found himself good at, it was simply put- Zanjutsu. Immersing himself within the art of swordplay, focusing himself as much as possible in the subject, he graduated top of his class in it, other subjects less than satisfactory aside from martial arts. Entering into the thirteenth divison- that in which his savior had invited him to enter, Seijirou sated himself as an unseated officer for many years, going about his business as usual until sent out on a mission with his captain- a mission in which resulted in the male's death. Returning to the Seireitei with this news penetrating the skulls of his squadron and above all else- his own, he found that he had been recommended for the position of next captain, above all others. Doing so- going through the test and for the first time in public unveiling his Bankai for those aside from his deceased leader to witness, he attained the position, as much as he would have liked to deny it. From that point on however, he clearly stated his squad's objective. Every member must at least have one good nap a day- no exceptions. | ||||||||
[b]GINTAMA[/b] gintoki sakata | seijirou seta PLAYED BY DAISUKE MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS |
