JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Hattori Heiji on Dec 17, 2013 22:00:26 GMT -5
NAME:
Hattori Heiji
ALIAS:
Hattori no Raijin, Thunderdrums
AGE:
Hundred-Fifty; looks of a young man
APPEARANCE
Heiji is tall and muscular, not broad, however. His skin is a pale but not overly so. He has blue eyes and blond hair. The special feature he provides are his earlobes. For some reason, they have been elongated and reach down to his chest, golden ear rings holding them there.
His hair is hidden by a white bandana. The most striking part of his appearance is the metal ring worked into his body. This is his Zanpakutou, Raijin, in steady Shikai. The ring is adorned by four circular shapes, each decorated by a triumvirate of tomoe.
He wears hakama pants which are kept upon his frame by a tied sash. He rarely covers his chest, has a sleeve-less vest versionof an overshirt hanging down his back, however, should someone make him wear a more acceptable oufit.
All together, the 11th really doesn't give a shit. The position of his fukutaichou badge changes. Sometimes he'll put it on his shoulder, some other time he'll tag it to his white hat.
PERSONALITY
Heiji is a weird one. Now, that's nothing special in the 11th. Even so, he sticks out, if only due to the odd shape of his Zanpakutou. Or the length of his lobes.
Spending a lot of time mumbling about god and justice, Heiji is a religious man. He believes the killing they do is going to return to them at some point, in the form of holy vengeance.
He's respectful enough to regard the leader of his division with the title she deserves, even members of other divisions might find themselves respected.
While he'd once been hailed as a promising child, demon of the sword and exuder of killing potential, his desire to find God has clouded him like a spell of passivity. While these 'qualities' might still pool to the surface, from time to time, he's calm, silent and a monk most of the time.
He's seen death many times.
But death has always failed to collect.
ALLIANCE
Gotei 13; Juuichbantai
HISTORY
Heiji's the child of lowlives. They lived somewhere in one district or another. One night, Shinigami of some division or another got carried away. They behaved in an arrogant and entitled way. Heiji's father confronted them, but he was cut down by the Shinigami. They might have been weak, compared by standards of Shinigami, but the regular inhabitants of Rukongai were no opponent for this rampaging bunch.
Heji was forced to watch in terror, he was merely a child. One thing led to another, and the group of Shinigami decided that they couldn't leave anyone alive, or the survivors would tell the story of how a little mistake had become a slaughter.
Fear filled Heiji, at first. But that fear became hatred when he saw them cut down the people he loved. When he saw them burn the huts of the village.
Was it God's will? How can God allow such things?
Heiji's paralyzed body was filled with anger and rage. He grasped the closest thing he could find... a stone. Jumping at one man's back, he wrestled the attacker down and smashed his face in. With roaring screams, he beat down the heavy stone into the man's face until it was nothing but a liquid of blood and shattered bones.
The scene summoned the attention of the remaining Shinigami upon him. There was a little boy, a handful of years old. Holding a stone with two hands.
And he'd just pulped the face of their friend comrade.
It was a surreal appearance. The pale skin of the boy seemed almost ghostly in the fire of the burning huts. The fire would swallow everything and render the crime that had transpired within this place to ashes. They surrounded Heiji, bringing down their blades.
Heiji doesn't remember why he grasped for the sword of the man he killed so savagely. He had no hope of competing with these trained soldiers. Maybe he had grasped the blade out of desire to fight, if only to die stubbornly... maybe the blade had made him grasp it.
The only thing he remembers is the dark laughter of a thunder-eyed man. The boy's rage fed his thick belly. The terror and despair he could reap with this tool..
The sword Heiji picked up from his victim was an Asauchi, it had not yet become the true, personified weapon of a Soul Reaper. Sensing the boy's spiritual energy and his howling anger, however, the sword became a Zanpakutou.
Heiji's Zanpakutou.
Taken from the possession of a man he killed.
Heiji stood up, lifting his blade above his head. He caught the blades of the men who tried to kill him. Only a boy, but with eyes fueled by the power of Raijin's gleaming might.
A bolt of lighting was given birth to. Not in the sky, but the boy's soul. Striking out into all directions, he killed every single one of them and obliberated the small village in a display of surging power... Power that would from this day be his own.
The vengeful bolt of lighting struck into the sky. It was the voice of Raijin. The howl of a thunder lord. The banished king of the sky informed the other beings in the sky that it had found a way to return to the glorious palace above the clouds.
Several days later.
Heiji was in a crater. His own doing. Upon waking up, he realized that his body bad been changed. Not only was he holding omtp a sword in his hand, his back felt heavier. The Zanpakutou had fused with his body, tying their fates together. Perhaps it wasn't his own mind that told him to move, but the will of his sword.
No home left. He wandered.
He encountered multiple opponents along the way, all lusting after the power the sword in his hand promised... but he got rid of them all. Leaving a streak of killing and devastation, he so happened to stumble upon a conglomeration of Shinigami. He killed three of them, staking them upon his sword and discarding their smoldering bodies.
Then. A different man appeared. He was Shinigami, like the rest of them. But clad in the white of a Haori, he could only smirk at the little boy's claims of trying to kill him.
Kenpachi? Such a meaningless name, Heiji thought, and attacked regardless.
Since the killing of his family all this time ago, he had not felt the thrill of impending death again. But this man was different. He awakened inside of Heiji a desire to succeed... a desire to live and overcome this wall of a man.
But would he?
The Kenpachi had been amused by this boy with a sword, but in the end, could only laugh. Sending his sword toward Heiji, the man placed a killing blow.
Alas, he had wanted to.
The same bolt that had destroyed the murderers of his family appeared between Heiji's heart and the Kenpachi's sword. While powerful, the Kenpachi's blade couldn't be stopped by such means. Even so, its course had been altered.
Once more, the Kenpachi laughed.
A little boy had rendered a lethal attack into something not lethal? The Kenpachi found it amusing and decided to take the boy with him.
Since then, Heiji has been a member of the 11th division, 'adopted' by the former Kenpachi. He was taught to kill and fight. He became the fukutaichou of his division, eventually, the might of Raijin making it impossible for the direct blades of his brethren to harm him.
While it was odd enough that he started to work for the faction that had caused the death of his parents, he still respected the division as a place that would allow him to hone his killing abilities.
Upon the day of Kenpachi's death at the hands of Jingu, who went ahead to claim the title of Kenpachi, Heiji felt nothing. It was law of the 11th, and nothing emotional had connected him to the man who had not given him mercy, but had failed to kill him.
Perhaps Kenpachi Jingu would give him salvation. The death by the blade, the price he's ought to pay for the lives his youthful anger had taken.
But who can tell the future? Perhaps not even God.
DIFFICULTY
Hard and smart.
OOC
Played by Lem. [GMT+1]
Credit to Nidan.
Faceclaim [One Piece; Enel]
Hattori Heiji
ALIAS:
Hattori no Raijin, Thunderdrums
AGE:
Hundred-Fifty; looks of a young man
APPEARANCE
Heiji is tall and muscular, not broad, however. His skin is a pale but not overly so. He has blue eyes and blond hair. The special feature he provides are his earlobes. For some reason, they have been elongated and reach down to his chest, golden ear rings holding them there.
His hair is hidden by a white bandana. The most striking part of his appearance is the metal ring worked into his body. This is his Zanpakutou, Raijin, in steady Shikai. The ring is adorned by four circular shapes, each decorated by a triumvirate of tomoe.
He wears hakama pants which are kept upon his frame by a tied sash. He rarely covers his chest, has a sleeve-less vest versionof an overshirt hanging down his back, however, should someone make him wear a more acceptable oufit.
All together, the 11th really doesn't give a shit. The position of his fukutaichou badge changes. Sometimes he'll put it on his shoulder, some other time he'll tag it to his white hat.
PERSONALITY
Heiji is a weird one. Now, that's nothing special in the 11th. Even so, he sticks out, if only due to the odd shape of his Zanpakutou. Or the length of his lobes.
Spending a lot of time mumbling about god and justice, Heiji is a religious man. He believes the killing they do is going to return to them at some point, in the form of holy vengeance.
He's respectful enough to regard the leader of his division with the title she deserves, even members of other divisions might find themselves respected.
While he'd once been hailed as a promising child, demon of the sword and exuder of killing potential, his desire to find God has clouded him like a spell of passivity. While these 'qualities' might still pool to the surface, from time to time, he's calm, silent and a monk most of the time.
He's seen death many times.
But death has always failed to collect.
ALLIANCE
Gotei 13; Juuichbantai
HISTORY
Heiji's the child of lowlives. They lived somewhere in one district or another. One night, Shinigami of some division or another got carried away. They behaved in an arrogant and entitled way. Heiji's father confronted them, but he was cut down by the Shinigami. They might have been weak, compared by standards of Shinigami, but the regular inhabitants of Rukongai were no opponent for this rampaging bunch.
Heji was forced to watch in terror, he was merely a child. One thing led to another, and the group of Shinigami decided that they couldn't leave anyone alive, or the survivors would tell the story of how a little mistake had become a slaughter.
Fear filled Heiji, at first. But that fear became hatred when he saw them cut down the people he loved. When he saw them burn the huts of the village.
Was it God's will? How can God allow such things?
Heiji's paralyzed body was filled with anger and rage. He grasped the closest thing he could find... a stone. Jumping at one man's back, he wrestled the attacker down and smashed his face in. With roaring screams, he beat down the heavy stone into the man's face until it was nothing but a liquid of blood and shattered bones.
The scene summoned the attention of the remaining Shinigami upon him. There was a little boy, a handful of years old. Holding a stone with two hands.
And he'd just pulped the face of their friend comrade.
It was a surreal appearance. The pale skin of the boy seemed almost ghostly in the fire of the burning huts. The fire would swallow everything and render the crime that had transpired within this place to ashes. They surrounded Heiji, bringing down their blades.
Heiji doesn't remember why he grasped for the sword of the man he killed so savagely. He had no hope of competing with these trained soldiers. Maybe he had grasped the blade out of desire to fight, if only to die stubbornly... maybe the blade had made him grasp it.
The only thing he remembers is the dark laughter of a thunder-eyed man. The boy's rage fed his thick belly. The terror and despair he could reap with this tool..
The sword Heiji picked up from his victim was an Asauchi, it had not yet become the true, personified weapon of a Soul Reaper. Sensing the boy's spiritual energy and his howling anger, however, the sword became a Zanpakutou.
Heiji's Zanpakutou.
Taken from the possession of a man he killed.
Heiji stood up, lifting his blade above his head. He caught the blades of the men who tried to kill him. Only a boy, but with eyes fueled by the power of Raijin's gleaming might.
A bolt of lighting was given birth to. Not in the sky, but the boy's soul. Striking out into all directions, he killed every single one of them and obliberated the small village in a display of surging power... Power that would from this day be his own.
The vengeful bolt of lighting struck into the sky. It was the voice of Raijin. The howl of a thunder lord. The banished king of the sky informed the other beings in the sky that it had found a way to return to the glorious palace above the clouds.
Several days later.
Heiji was in a crater. His own doing. Upon waking up, he realized that his body bad been changed. Not only was he holding omtp a sword in his hand, his back felt heavier. The Zanpakutou had fused with his body, tying their fates together. Perhaps it wasn't his own mind that told him to move, but the will of his sword.
No home left. He wandered.
He encountered multiple opponents along the way, all lusting after the power the sword in his hand promised... but he got rid of them all. Leaving a streak of killing and devastation, he so happened to stumble upon a conglomeration of Shinigami. He killed three of them, staking them upon his sword and discarding their smoldering bodies.
Then. A different man appeared. He was Shinigami, like the rest of them. But clad in the white of a Haori, he could only smirk at the little boy's claims of trying to kill him.
Kenpachi? Such a meaningless name, Heiji thought, and attacked regardless.
Since the killing of his family all this time ago, he had not felt the thrill of impending death again. But this man was different. He awakened inside of Heiji a desire to succeed... a desire to live and overcome this wall of a man.
But would he?
The Kenpachi had been amused by this boy with a sword, but in the end, could only laugh. Sending his sword toward Heiji, the man placed a killing blow.
Alas, he had wanted to.
The same bolt that had destroyed the murderers of his family appeared between Heiji's heart and the Kenpachi's sword. While powerful, the Kenpachi's blade couldn't be stopped by such means. Even so, its course had been altered.
Once more, the Kenpachi laughed.
A little boy had rendered a lethal attack into something not lethal? The Kenpachi found it amusing and decided to take the boy with him.
Since then, Heiji has been a member of the 11th division, 'adopted' by the former Kenpachi. He was taught to kill and fight. He became the fukutaichou of his division, eventually, the might of Raijin making it impossible for the direct blades of his brethren to harm him.
While it was odd enough that he started to work for the faction that had caused the death of his parents, he still respected the division as a place that would allow him to hone his killing abilities.
Upon the day of Kenpachi's death at the hands of Jingu, who went ahead to claim the title of Kenpachi, Heiji felt nothing. It was law of the 11th, and nothing emotional had connected him to the man who had not given him mercy, but had failed to kill him.
Perhaps Kenpachi Jingu would give him salvation. The death by the blade, the price he's ought to pay for the lives his youthful anger had taken.
But who can tell the future? Perhaps not even God.
DIFFICULTY
Hard and smart.
OOC
Played by Lem. [GMT+1]
Credit to Nidan.
Faceclaim [One Piece; Enel]
