Name: Nakatomi (中臣): A name of nobility, honorably a decendent of one of Seireitei's four noble clans. Izanami (イザナミ): Japanese myth name meaning "female who invites."
Age: Looking at Iza she would appear to be nineteen years old, yet she is much older her actual age is 110 years old.
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 19th, an Easter baby. The best babies are born in April.
Height: 5'2''
Weight: 115 lbs
Eye color: Deep Red, with flecks of burnt amber.
Hair color: Iza has a think head of pink with small blond strands.
Starting off as an academy student and naturally following in the footsteps of her father, Nibantai Nakatomi Kamuyamato. However she is planning on joining the 2nd division when she graduates from the academy. Her father had lost to a shinigami and she is set on retaking the title of Captain of the 2nd Division.
Academy Student: Starting off in the most humble of places to tell the stories that will one day be known throughout Seireitei.
Kidou: Kidou: Izanami is someone that holds no particular interest in Kidou unlike Kitoushi. However due to Kitoushi's constant nagging about her not being interested in such fine arts, Izanami had managed to become rather decent at the arts of Kidou for a academy student. Most Academy students would only be able to perform a #33 while Izanami is able to go up to #40.
Zanjutsu: Swordsmanship: Izanami does enjoy Zanjutsu and practicing her abilities in this area, however she is skilled as your average academy student in this area.
Shunpo: Shunpo: Most academy students can't even use Shunpo and Izanami is no exception despite her tries to do such a thing. She constantly tries to do a successful Shunpo only to fail and fail again. This is just mainly to raise her chances of becoming part of the 2nd division.
Hand to Hand Combat: This is where Izanami shines most and it is of no surprise. Whenever she is resting from the excessive trying to do a Shunpo she will practice her hand to hand combat which surpasses most of the students at the academy.
[x][x][x][x][x][x]Starting at the top, Iza has a heart shaped face because of that she has always felt she had a large forehead. She inwardly joked that her brain was so big that is her forehead was just adequate enough to house such brilliance, but she knows neurology well enough to know brain size had nothing to do with intelligence. Due to her slight forehead complex, she tends to style her hair with long side bangs.Due to her slight forehead complex, she keeps her hair at a long length, allowing for height and body. Almond shaped eyes, long auburn eyelashes, and a thin expressive eyebrow define her flirtatious eyes. Iza's nose is nothing too big or too small, she crinkles her nose when she laughs, but other then that it was a standard feature. With a significantly fuller bottom lip, then the top; this gives Iza a constant pout. She has high cheekbones and a solid structure to her face. On top her head sits her mix of pink and blond stranded hair. Having a natural fondness for rabbits, this will be explained later on, she styles her pink locks to mimic a floppy-eared rabbit.
Iza is not a large woman; she is quite small reaching about 5’2, yet she is graceful. She has a curvy frame with ample chest and luscious hips. Iza is graced with excellent posture; this is out of habit due to her need to look “equal” to Zaiella. Moving downwards to her very delicate looking but sturdy hands, that are always clean and manicured. Due to consistent training, Iza has a well toned body and enjoys the stress relief of running; at times she can be seen running throughout Soul society. Structurally not considered overly athletic, like Zaiella, yet she is fit. Surprisingly, this tiny dancer has quite larger feet, considering her small stature, a size 8 (US size); always kept clean, callous free, and pedicured. Due to her noble background and narcissistic nature, her nails always have matching nail polish, or designs, uniformally on fingers and toes. Make-up is always done proficiently and beautifully, making sure to not wear too much but just enough to enhance her features. Glossy lipstick adores her pouty lips give her lips a smooth look.
Academy and seated rank attire-
As an academy student, Iza wear the traditional white and red uniform the only difference is the white scarf she wears around her neck to symbolize nobility. When she has graduated ans becomes a seated officer, Iza rarely thinks about others when she dresses, she wears what is appropriate to her status. Getting ready for her day, as a seated officer, she starts with putting on her white shitagi, then a black kimono. The Kimono is lined with dark red satin that perfectly matches her hair; on the left front side of the kimono are needle worked sakura blossoms. The needle work is silk thread and is very soft and delicate to the touch. The green stems are lined with a deep purple color, to add to the richness in color, this kimono is very fitting of someone from a noble home. Her attire is the one thing that she indulges freely. Tied tightly around her waist is a red and gold obi. The obi, about 7 inches wide, is solid red with gold thread stitched into the shape of her family’s crest. Finally she tied a purple rope to secure the bow in the back, also red, and ties the rope into a three loop knot. The two foot rope is woven with fine but strong weaves and tassels hang from the end. Her pants are more snug than most Shinigami, this is due to her need to move quickly and quietly; any added fabric would get in the way. She wears a pair of white tabi that reach to just above her ankles and okobo made from a black wood found only in soul society. The black wood has a shimmering quality and helps conduct reiatsu evenly to slightly quicken her speed. This well crafted footwear is a family heirloom. The shoes also add a few inches in height to her petite build. The okobo straps are red and made from the same satin as the kimono. Lazily around her waist, sits a large black leather belt, with a large silver buckle. There is a small loop on the left side that comfortably holds her Zanpakato.
Rabbit Form: Usagi Keitai (ウサギ形態) [x]Within the Nakatomi house, some members are blessed with the Keitai ability. This transformation takes place in the form of an animal. Most Nakatomi's transformations are beast of preditorial aspects, yet Izanami changes into a rabbit. Though this animal fits her perfectly, it's speed and size are fitting of her personality. While in rabbit form she is extremely small weighing only a mere 4 pounds. Her fur is soft and shiny; most can't help but want to touch the small rabbit. In Usagi form, her fur is yellow with slight hints of pink, only seen while petting the adorable rabbit. Her hind legs are large and muscular, the pads on her paws are a darker pink. In times of extreme danger, she can change into this form and increase her reiatsu, this doubles her speed but in this form she is defenseless and has no weapons for protection.
Izanami is a very reserved and timid person, around strangers or strange environments. She prefers to keep new people at arms length, due to her upbringing and people's natural tendency to hate the nobility. She is intelligent but emotionally immature and since she never allows herself to open up to other people this only encourages her slightly shy behavior. Once you have spent enough time around Iza, and are no longer considered a stranger, you will encounter a very endearing and even extroverted person. At times, she can be extremely patronizing, the degree usually depends on how angry she is at the time. She can treat her peers like petulant children, forcing them to do her will because it is "best".
Most people that have seen Izanami around Kitoushi have seen a completely different side of her personality. She trusts her poison eater like no one else. With him she is open and talkative; she never talks down to him even if she thinks he is wrong, partially because she knows the brilliant man won't take her attitude. She loves nothing more than to play pranks on him, although she is usually "caught in the act". When in need of advice, she will always seek Kitoushi out. Having deep rooted problems within her family, his company is her solace and sanctuary. Once she has warmed up or is in comfortable surroundings, she can be sultry, sexy, flirtatious, and fun-loving: all words that could easily describe Iza but would barely scratch the surface of this enigmatic woman. Constantly flirtatious with all people, regardless of rank or gender. With a charismatic smile and sunny disposition she lights up even the darkest corners of people’s hearts.
Due to her small size she has a very large Napoleon complex. Getting easily angered when called small, cute, or are patronizing. People have a tendency to hover over small women, this feel more like smothering to Iza. She hates feeling in any way Claustrophobic, even when someone is trying to be protective. She has a very independent nature and is unsure of how to react to overprotective attributes. Even if someone was genuinely being kind, she would still be unsure of how to take the gesture. When in battle, if an enemy makes her feel trapped, small, or smothered she can become violent. Normally in battle, she is calm and calculating but as stated previously her fear can trigger a violet reaction; lashing out and scratching her opponent till they are a bloody mess and/or deceased. Being a former ballerina, Iza is large yet very graceful. During the Night, she can be found in the nearby fields surrounding Soul Society dancing and humming, her body control is impeccable and her dance is a feast for the eyes. Other then singing and dancing, she can also play piano, guitar, and the violin.
Although she has a shrewd nature, this should never be mistaken for deceitfulness. She is completely loyal to soul society and would do anything to protect her home. Although her loyalty isn’t very easily earned but once it is earned it is forever. However, she is also loyal to many people or things; mostly Soul Society,the Noble houses and Kitoushi. Due to her sacrificial nature, she would give her life, her sanity; go through any sort of unimaginable pain for them. Knowing the pain of losing everything and everyone she has ever loved; she is completely aware they mean everything to her and has no plans to ever betray that special bond. Iza is a bit of a comedian. To everyone's dismay, she tells horrible jokes and plays childish pranks. This is a very odd side of Iza as she tells horrible dirty jokes, which are just not funny. The pranks she pulls, mostly on Zaiella or Kitoushi, are childish and usually are followed by sticking her tongue out. Iza likes writing in ambigrams, hieroglyphics, and other forms of code. She enjoys leaving people notes to which it takes immense mental powers to decode. Iza also signs all her paperwork with an ambigram. Due to her love of strategy she also enjoys playing Shogi, mostly because she tried to play Go with Kitoushi and lost miserably. They tend to play many games of Go, which she has never won, not even once. She hopes one day she will beat that white-haired freak!
Strengths: Her proficiency on the dance floor makes her graceful on and off the battlefield. She views the battle as an elaborate performance, where all performers play their parts. In her mind she is always the star and the diva, so she acts as such on the battlefield. Even in the heaviest of battles, she calmly moves through the battlefield with grace and a clear head. This makes her, in a sense, a excellent strategist. The analytical part of her mind that she rarely is allowed to use comes out on to the battlefield. Her strength is a great asset and when combined with her tactical abilities, she can always find the upper hand. Her diva-like behavior and noble blood give her the feeling of superiority and so she treats her opponents like they are beneath her. Iza has a large pain threshold, being able to withstand broken bones and cuts with ease. She pushes through the pain, all in the name of getting things done. Though in spite of her massive threshold, she will complain about minor cuts, as if her arm has been cut off.
Weaknesses: As stated previously, she has intense claustrophobia, even while being sheltered or protected. When in battle with an enemy the worst thing he could do is make her feel trapped, small, or smothered. Normally in battle she is calm and graceful but as stated her fear can trigger a violet reaction; lashing out and whipping till her opponent is a bloody mess and very dead. The only person she feels comfortable being protected by is her poison eater, Kitoushi, this is only because he has protected her since her 5th birthday. A major weakness is her major lack of defense, in her conquest of speed and stealth she has rejected defense. Most who tend to have a large defense tend to be clunky, with is a major drawback for someone of the Nakatomi family, heads of the 2nd division. With a sure a disability with defense, she is an open target when unable to move or when she is trapped.
Tragedy: A fatal and mournful event; any event in which human lives are lost by human violence, more especially by unauthorized violence.
Prologue:It takes about three seconds before her life flashes before her eyes.
One. She had always been a flirt but, perhaps, she had gone too far this time.
Two: She had always viewed the outside world as an unsafe place and this was one of the few times she let her guard down.
Three: This was supposed to be the night of her life, all her dreams were so close to coming true.
After that—After that, what happens next?
----------
Act One, Scene One: Birth of the Diva
New Orleans, the streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of a town about to explode. The sweet smells of Cajun cuisine, unique flavors brought by the French-speaking Arcadians when they migrated south, filled every inch of the city limits. Boudin, Gumbos, and Jambalaya were the most common meals of the time, families and friends gathered outside their porches nightly to share in the feast. All were invited, except the local ladies of the night. Here we meet such a lady, Néomi La Choux, standing on her balcony, watching the families below with envious eyes. She absently rubbed her stomach, the child inside barely moved. As all young mothers’ do, she worried for the child’s health but slowly realized it was just her way. Her, a girl, she was told the gender by Ol’ Mama Beaudroux, the tarot card reader on Bourbon street, Mama was never wrong. Néomi’s worst nightmare was to bring a daughter into her dark world, she vowed this child’s life would be different. That night Néomi left for Leoncourt, an old abandoned plantation in the south bayou, this is where she would have her child. Hidden from the public eyes, hoping to lessen the disgrace for her newborn, she accepted the terms of her delivery. Néomi would have the child and recover in Leoncourt, being brought all the necessary provisions by her fellow whores.
Néomi stayed there for weeks waiting for the labor to begin and starving for attention. She solitarily rocked on the porch swing, drinking in the landscape. Leoncourt, a once beautiful plantation was now a shadow of it’s former self. The tall grass and local amphibians claimed the scene; vines grew up tall columns, the bayou slowly claiming the plantation, blurring the lines between wilderness and humanity. Later that day she felt the pains of labor sweep over her body, she had never felt such pain, unimaginable pain. Her body contracted in an attempt to expel the fetus. She curses in English and French at the scores of men who may have put her in this position, and it calms her for a moment. Deep down she is the one to blame for living her life as a prostitute but her reasoning has since been forgotten. Through her blood, sweat, and tears came life, this particular life was called Izanami.
Act One, Scene Two: The Diva takes the stageIzanami La Croux was raised in the brothel and so she never found the company of different men odd. It was, in fact, a daily part of her life. Perhaps it wasn’t the safest place to raise a daughter but Néomi had no other choice, no family to rely on and no husband of her own she was forced to make the best of the situation. Izanami knew no differently and so she loved living with a slew of other woman. The other ladies had “adopted” Iza, as she was nickname, all acting as protective lioness. At the tender age of 10, Iza would sing and dance for the patrons, becoming a local sensation. Time marched on and she lived happily, not realizing her surrounding was considered a shame. Ignorance is bliss, until she was 16 and one of the patrons didn’t understand she was not for sale. After a bar fight and the injury of a few woman, Néomi decided to give her daughter to a local troupe. Iza worked for Madame Marlene’s troupe, learning Ballet and honing her singing talents. Eventually she took on the name of Evangeline, shedding her seedy past. With the rise of the jazz wave, Evangeline became the biggest performer in all of New Orleans. At the age of 27, Lady Luck had graced Evangeline, she was wealthy beyond her dreams and fame was only a night away. Unfortunately luck has a way of running out, even for the biggest and brightest stars.
Act One, Scene Three: A Night to RememberIt was the night of April 22; the biggest night of her life. Evangeline had just put on the performance of her life, in front of hundreds of patrons, from newspaper reports to the mayor of New Orleans. She had finally made it, with the money she collected she restored Leóncourt. The restoration was in honor of her mother, who had past away a few years ago, and the physical embodiment of her transformation from low beginnings to opulence. Everything was perfect, except Evangeline had a horrible habit. She left a trail of broken hearts in her path, never finding true love. Recently she had broken off her longtime engagement with the Baron Patrick Pelew, he was furious at her announcement, and had tried to send her gifts at an attempt of atonement. She tried to push his angry words out of her mind, it was her perfect night and she had to whole world waiting for her.
Evangeline stood on her Grand staircase, looking down below at the packed ballroom. Everyone had gathered at Leóncourt to see the Diva and celebrate her rise to fame. She cradled bouquets of roses, as one would cradle a child; one admirer noticed her aloft and began to clap. The throng joined in and she envisioned her life ahead, the lights, and the crowds, everything working out perfectly. As if the curtain had risen, she smiled a gracious smile, waving at the onlookers below. She had charmed all her critics and this was the spoils of her hard work. Every detail was in place, her risqué black satin dress hung tightly on her frame. Her bygone corset held tightly and laced up the front, the slit in her shirt reached up to where her garter belt snapped up her stockings. Her make-up was styled after the Hollywood vamps, completed with smoky kohled eyes and bright red lips. Between the dress and the jewels that she donned, the outfit had costs a small fortune, but nothing was too much for tonight. As she begin to make her way down the staircase, blowing kisses with her free hand, she noticed Patrick. His bloodshot eyes pierced her and she felt a thousand daggers piercing her skin. His blond hair was disheveled and he looked unkempt. She wondered how he had escaped security, he was rich and the bastard had paid them off.
Inwardly she cursed him, he was the kind of man to make a scene and expose her tainted past. She wouldn't allow him to ruin her night by destroying her good name, she would kill him first. She picked up the pace, chin up and shoulders back, she headed toward the guard located at the front door. She tightly clutched her flowers in anger, she tried to signal the guard but the crowd engulfed her, effectively trapping her. When she heard Patrick pushing people behind her, she began to softly apologize to her admirers and push forward. He neared. From her peripheral vision she saw him fumble with something in his coat pocket. She begged the gods to please not make it another gift, or worse an engagement ring, she would be mortified. When his hand shot out, she turned around, dropping her Bouquets. Metal glinted in the light of the flashbulbs. Eyes wide as saucers, she screamed-
Moments before he plugged a knife deep into her chest.
She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think. All she could hear was the grating of the knife against bone, and the jarring as the knife tip exited out of her back. This can’t be happening, she thought. She clawed at him, air trying to push it’s way out of her throat, she gurgled in agony. Those nearest her backed away in horror, women screamed in fright. This isn’t happening, her mind screamed. Only when he released the knife did her body collapse to the floor. People began to flee the scene; in vain she tried to scream for help. The temptation to close her eyes was too great but she had to fight. She would live, she had to live. Patrick fell to his knees beside her and wept, she would have clawed his face off if she could. Then lifting the knife once again, he jarred it into her, again and again. She had no strength to defend herself, no air to scream, she only had her will to survive. Patrick bellowed apologies as he continued to stab her, sobbing, just after he said his goodbye he sliced her own throat from ear to ear. This was supposed to be her perfect night, how could it have ended so horribly? The cool bayou breeze flew through the place, blowing out the surrounding candles; a few rose petals tumbled over her face. Then fade to black- Iza sat in the rocking chair, on the porch of Leóncourt, till a Shinigami came to send her to Soul Society.
-The Curtain closed.-Act Two, Scene One: Diva Reborn
As if karma or fate has righted the previous wrongs, Izanami’s soul was re-born in the opulence and splendor that lacked in her previous life. Though sometimes all that glitters is not gold, Iza was born as the 3rd child of the Nakatomi family. The Nakatomi family was one of the four noble clans of Soul society, and thought to be descendents from the gods. Her birth was to be a happy time for her family, she was the only girl and meant to be the comfort and companionship for her mother. Born in the year of the Rabbit, her mother looked forward to nothing else and wished spring would arrive. Unfortunately, there were complications with the delivery that claimed her mother’s life. Born in the spitting image of her mother, she would grow up being spoiled and constantly kept at arm’s length by her father, the Nibantai Taichou Nakatomi Kamuyamato. Although he loved his daughter more than anything, her face was a constant reminder of his late wife and as she grew older and began to resemble her mother more and more he, in kind, became more distant.
Act Two, Scene One: Enter the Baslisk
Within a noble household, a daughter’s 5th birthday is a very special occasion, but what do you get the child that has everything? Nakatomi Taichou decided Izanami would choose the new poison eater. Waking up the morning of her birthday with the energy and excitement of any child that is about to receive a huge present and at the same time go to “work” with Daddy. Iza flew, literally, everywhere that day, even as she entered Maggots Nest. Many people would think it was insane to bring such a young child into such a dangerous place, but she was not just any child and her father was the Captain. After hours of seeing prisoner after prisoner, each getting rejected by the small child, the prison guard began to get more and more nervous as they trekked deeper into Maggots Nest. Finally they came upon a locked door, the guard opened the door and she ran inside, still with the same endless energy she flew like a plane around the room. The guard explained about this prisoner had been a medicine man, Iza froze, and the prisoner’s gaze had fallen upon her father. He had seemingly forgotten her presence, or simply ignored it; his emerald gaze was fixed on her father. Her father returned his gaze and she wondered why the guard seemed so uncomfortable. She ran quickly and poked the white haired boy’s forehead and giggled as his face looked shocked. “I want this one, Daddy!” With a simple gesture from her father, the boy was, in essence, hers. Only later did she learn the boys name was Kitoushi, she didn’t like it very much though.
As Izanami grew, Kitoushi would read to her every night, amazing stories about the noble Shinigami. Night after night the stories would be told, and night after night she would fall asleep to the sound of his voice. As she grew, sometimes the stories would change and he would speak on chemistry or medicine, but the end was still the same. Once she was old enough to start the academy, she begged her father to let her join the Shinto Academy. Although she knew her brother’s were everything her father ever wanted or expected out of the perfect Shinigami, Iza wanted to strive to break out of the confines of her birthright. So with Kitoushi in hand, the two started the academy, two different sides of the same coin, both trying to break free of their restrictions; with nothing to hold onto but each other and a dream.
Darake Kitoushi [NPC]
- Spoiler:
Name: Darake, KitoushiDarake (n-suf) (1) implying (negatively) that something is full of (e.g. mistakes);
(2) covered all over (e.g. with blood); (P)
Kitoushi (n) medicine man; shaman; faith healer; witch doctor
Though it may be backwards from traditional Japanese format, the surgeon is always addressed in a professional setting by his first name. This difference is due to the fact that this is clearly not a real name, but rather one assumed from his position, apparently not having been given anything else. Very few know him beyond this and only those very close which are an extreme rarity know him as Darake, a name with both comical and sinister implications.
Age: 471 - 28
Gender: Male
Birthday: April 22nd
Height: 6'2''
Weight: 180
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: A gray nearly approaching white
Rank: Academy Student
First thing noticeable about Kitoushi is his scruffy unkempt white hair that drapes down haphazardly over one eye. Though poorly taken care of, it somehow remains very soft yet dull in color. Often much to his annoyance he is prodded by women claiming that his hair is more beautiful than their own. His remaining eye is a piercing shade of green that seems to look strait through people with a eerie analytic glare. Shaving a bit randomly he nearly always can be seen with some variation of a five o'clock shadow which increases the overall less than professional look. His face is usually relaxed though it shows many signs of stress with large circles under his eyes making him look a bit older than he should. Overly apathetic his mood is one of constant boredom, however he yet seems to have a disturbing talent for finding humor in the strangest of places. Though this enjoyment is often cruel with short lived enjoyment before the surgeon returns to his silent misery. Many find his small grin and joyful attitude in strange or stressful situations to be very unusual and more than simply eerie. All the while typically he looks board out of his mind and wears an appropriate expression of lazy apathy that will only change on the rare chance he can find something truly interesting. The fact that he's very silent and tends to surprise people doesn't help to distract from this unsettling image.
Never seen without it, the surgeon wears a set of two cloaks hung loosely over his shoulders. On top is an old dark brown jacket in which hangs loosely over his shoulders making his lanky frame seem a bit larger. Practically hidden below this one is the traditional white doctors cloak, peaking out in which only the edges can be seen almost as if trying to hide the fact. Hidden within these coats lie several pockets filled with various medical oddities as the sleeves hang limply to his sides. Somehow always cold the doctor often tends to wear a dark green turtle neck under his kimono and also wears a scarf sometimes even during the warmest summer days. For longer missions or special assignments, the prepared and careful minded shinigami can be seen wearing a large wooden backpack that carries a large quantity of various chemicals, medicine, and devices. This replaces the standard medical bag that the fourth are required to carry. Filled within the drawers are all manner of strange device and remedy for nearly any occasion providing he had the forethought for the typical issues.
Being forced into experimentation in the twelfth, his left side became severely damaged leaving him with a near unusable hand, limp in his leg, failure of his eye, and white hair at such an early age. These trials activated the unique hemotoxin found within his blood that now makes his bodies fluids poison to all others leaving him unable to have any sort of intimate relationship. Yet even worse than this was the blow of becoming unable to perform properly perform surgery with only the use of one hand. Eventually he would find a way to repair this damage however his leg remains damaged without any hope of repair, yet Kitoushi continues to desperately search for forbidden possibilities. Often enigmatic man can be seen cutting open cigarillos and filling it with some other sort of herb that's clearly not tobacco, that he near constantly smokes. In addition it's not unusual to see him drinking from the gourd on his waist or popping pain pills beyond necessity to the point of public intoxication. Even appearing this way when treating patients, the doctor seems to walk around without worry despite it seeming as if he could be fired any moment. The surgeon is currently confident in the knowledge that the Gotei Thirteen needs medics so desperately, at least for the temporary moment. It's this continued self destruction that paints a very unflattering image in his coworkers eyes. Kitoushi's gigai is decorated with clothing that is very similar to his normal attire though it looks a bit more plain and appropriate for the time period. Most of all it was chosen to simply try and blend in or possibly just thrown together out of laziness. As always the colors tend to remain the dark earth tones that he seems so fond of. However this attire is not seen on him often as rarely does he spend any time inside of a false body finding it difficult to search a reason for the trouble.
Personality:Spending a great deal of time within the hallways of his own mind many find Darake Kitoushi to be distant, appearing to have little to no interest in others thoughts or feelings. Though not outright rude the medicine man simply seems to ignore all the social standards and will always do what he believes to be best regardless of any stigma attached. Approaching problems in a unique and practical way, the surgeon has a habit of forming his own rules and ignoring the conventions that he feels are inferior. Almost at all times wearing an apathetic face, an aura of disinterest seems to hang over any conversation with the medic as only the rarest of information provokes any interest to him. The doctor will however throw around small grins and smirks when something particularly unusual happens and often very grim, a trait many find to be extremely unsettling. Additionally the medicine man has a strange penchant for being rude to his own allies and polite to his enemies. The term ally must be used loosely however as coworkers seem like nothing more than tools or game pieces to him.
Using a sort of introverted intuition, the misanthropic surgeon lives within a word composed of observing the world and to generate new ideas and possibilities. The medicine man's mind seems to not have an off switch as he is at all times constantly gathering information and making associations based on such. Learning exclusively through experience he works to develop new theories or improve existing ones. Rather than the goal being to simply observe new concepts, his true desire is to ultimately apply this concept in a practical way. Dealing with everything he encounters by categorizing it into rational and understandable position, this allows him an ability to objectively and clinically analyze the reality of any situation. Using his forensic medical mindset this lends him well to properly dealing with a stressful issue in the most efficient and logical manner. More than anything else this lends to the surgeon being able to practically take any idea and transform it into a useful concept, adapting to turn any logistical fault into an advantage.
The taint to this order of thinking comes within a sort of practiced empathy that is rarely seen within the same mindset. Normally such a decisive long-range thinker who so highly values clarity and efficiency, he is at times unable to see the intricacies of others emotions. Despite the cold appearance this thought process has taken him as far as to constantly analyze everyone around him just as he would within a medical situation. Decades of this practiced bedside manner have given the medicine man rare insight into the thoughts process and emotions of others. As such it's become increasingly easy for him to read others from simple expressions and movement, and adapt his own personality to resonate properly with their own. That is however whenever he can manage the desire to care as the surgeon's ever growing apathy constantly provides a combat to exerting any effort. To further add to his off-putting image and his laziness, an addiction to painkillers seem to occupy a monopoly on his time and interest.
Though never ever seen as angry or worried and disturbingly so, his mood can only be described as one of constant annoyance with the bland rituals of society or anything repetitious. Though an even greater source of annoyance is when quite often others don't understand something he feels should be obvious. Placing the blame always on others rather than his own incorrect translation and so few can live up to his impossibly high standards. With a uniquely flexible morality, Kitoushi is frequently misunderstood due to his lack of desire to explain anything correctly and properly, serving as a further excuse to push people away. However, it is possible to surpass this wall and if he respects a person feeling them to be deserving then his explanations can become more clear. Another rarely seen side of the medicine man occurs only when forced into combat against his will, and his only goal becomes to simply finish things as fast as possible to end the boredom. Ruthless to a terrifying extent at times many find it impossible to accept the disgusting tactics the shinigami has no qualms to employ.
Unable to ever make a choice between medicine and surgery, Kitoushi feels it would be foolish to ever focus on a single subject. Despite these seeming connotations of weakness in combination with his cripple appearance, the surgeon's skills in combat could never be doubted once seen. With no talent for swordsmanship his ability and form completely change once the large unwieldy katana has shrunk to the small efficient shape. Allowing him to strike swiftly and with precision he can dive into an opponents range for a strike and get out of their reach using a devastating speed, or use the string of his zanpakutou to reach with an extended mid-range that catches many off guard. Effectively combining the adept speed of his hands gained from years of surgery along with his knowledge of anatomy his perceived physical weakness is soon seen to be a non-factor. Though incredibly fast, his injured leg along with the tuberculosis in his joints however largely reduces the speed he once could achieve and is largely supplemented with efficient flash steps in order to minimize using the troubled leg. The fighting style of the once medicine man is one of clinical and calculating efficiency, though rarely seen due to his desire for something to interest him. As long as there is still something to possibly learn from the opponent, a duel to him is nothing more than a game.
Strengths:With a history of rather unsavory activity there has been some personal gain in the matter of desensitizing him to many factors making him able to mentally function entirely normal under harsh or shocking conditions, a necessary tool in his history of being a surgeon and even torturer. With a specialty in physiology and toxicology Kitoushi possesses a wide array of knowledge in dissecting and properly understanding the mechanics of how something works. As such with such a practiced logical thought structure it follows naturally that he is a devastatingly efficient strategist. Often he can explain to others how to best implement themselves on the battlefield or help them utilize a technique to the fullest advantage. With a basic knowledge of literature Kitoushi also spends a great deal of time in studying both historical battles, philosophy, and psychology. Using this combination of odd knowledge he has created a system of creating unique yet practical application of plans disregarding the rules and typical associations. Kitoushi nearly approaches everything in a way that makes a great deal of sense to himself and very little to others, however the results are indestructible.
Given such a long history of treating patients the shinigami surgeon has amassed a large number of peculiar and rather extreme methods of treating patients and even in performing fights treating them in no different a manner than a delicate operation. Though his entire manner appears to be disheveled his skill and deft hand with a surgical instrument is unparalleled. This translates only when he releases his blade into the proper tool for his practiced hands. Given the speed of his hands he has attempted to compensate his weakness by incorporating hakuda into his rather unusual methods in order to defend himself physically and can be easily combined with the style of his release. The advent of this type of combat is unlikely given the amount of options that Kitoushi makes no hesitation to use even if considered underhanded, as he simply finds direct combat troublesome, painful, and rather pointless. In his somewhat deranged sense of apathy he is always willing to employ whatever technique need to make the event less work for himself or simply to make things more interesting.
Weaknesses:In a description of the surgeon's weaknesses it is impossible to ignore his rampant drug abuse that seem to obviously exceed his own need. This can very clearly and frequently seen when he is performing long hours of his profession at the fourth division hospital or performing in any sort of combat function. This can very clearly exceed the acceptable levels to some despite any supposed ability they make him capable of. The next flaw most prevalent in his manner is his constant state of finding annoyance or flaw in nearly every facility and person around him that produces only criticism and apathy on his part. Often he feels he must waste far to much time explaining things that he feels should be painfully obvious. Society and duty to him are seen as outdated bland rituals that entirely fail to captivate his interest or be worth his time. As such this obvious leads to a misanthropic personality in which he shy's away from any sort of human contact that isn't forced. In the same breath, the individual would seem to greatly enjoy the contact of others only in the very specific situation of when he's toying with them in an expectantly harsh manner that is borderline sadistic. In reality this belies a much harsher nature that shows through thanks to his history within the second division implying extremely immoral surgical assassination and medical torture techniques. As a result these cards form a structure in which the shinigami is interested in only the most extremely rare and investigative form of phenomenon that is so rarely seen.
Certain offensive techniques and more particularly hadou have began to elude him in his disinterest only relying on the sound few that provide use in a medical manner that could warrant their use. His lack of skill to wield his own sealed zanpakutou or any form of traditional combat with a katana is seemingly played off as a meager source of embarrassment and something unneeded for someone in his position, largely in a lab or office. This makes him appear at first a very feeble opponent to nearly all those who don't invoke more of his interest. This is made more particularly glaring with the advent of the weakness in his left side. Having suffered tuberculosis this causes the left side of his body trouble with pain and movement of his leg. As such with getting around the hospital a troublesome affair, long distance escape or response is neigh impossible without some assistance. Furthermore there is the matter of the blind spot imposed by his discarded eye that can create unfortunate openings. Even with these disadvantages Kitoushi finds combat a boring, tiresome, and painful affair. As such he treats such conflict simply as surgery and creates tests or games to occupy himself in a clinically distant manner and this can lead to often overly displaying disinterest in a situation that deserves more serious inspection.
Body Modification:
Kijin no Geass
Nobleman's GeisNot making light of taking such a criminal outside of Maggot's Nest, they replaced both of Kitoushi's eyes each with specific functions. The first of which his left eye that behind this orb lies the symbol of the Nakatomi clan. With the quick utterance of a specific kidou made linked to this object, it is known only to those of the noble family. When triggered this causes the massive firing of synapses throughout the body causing them to convulse and become overloaded as if shot by an extremely efficient taser. This has several levels in intensity ranging from simple jolts of pain, to completely debilitating, to causing death should they so choose.
Daija no Geass
Serpent's GeisWhile this was originally given in order to keep a constant visual contact with their young noble daughter, Kitoushi has found quite a few other uses. Going as far for his research as to replace his own remaining eye it now possesses a number of special attributes. In true medical pursuit he has embraced this special optic device that gives him the ability to see through nearly all visible spectrum. With the ability to cycle through all wavelengths of light, this includes such possibilities of things as X-ray vision with control over intensity, or thermal vision to see potential threats coming or diagnose temperature conditions. In most frequent application like an ultrasound that is functioning at a distance giving him the greatest ability to find the circulatory system and arteries. This can even going as far as to see the configuration of reiatsu to better understand his opponents anatomy and composition, providing a deadly counter to illusion based abilities as they rarely have the power to penetrate every spectrum. This has obvious implications in the medical and research fields instantly allowing him to diagnose many conditions, but even contributes to a savage advantage in combat allowing him to see the physiology of the opponent and understand the architecture of techniques. Though it is in no way telescopic as it allows him to see no further than a normal shinigami and he is still subject to the blind spot left behind from his absent eye. Kitoushi can no longer view the world as everyone else does in the traditional sense, however he never really believed he did.
Records show his family was killed at a young age and he was bounced from place to place not unlike many cases. However what made him different was that despite this humble upbringing, Kitoushi would eventually end up as a prominent traveling medicine man. This was born from his unique thirst for knowledge studying any possible subject the boy could get his hands upon in combination with a bout of tuberculosis in his joints that forced him to spend his entire time indoors. After being given medicine and a knowledge of how to make it from a traveling medicine man, his path was set in stone to follow in such footsteps. As he grew older he began pioneering a number of techniques and living day to day his name spread over the country being exaggerated as a hero, as a man who could create miracles. This success reached the ears of a powerful lord, Nobunaga Oda who's son had fallen ill with an unknown condition. Summoned by the lord, Kitoushi foolishly began treatment with an experimental medicine that inadvertently accelerated the conditions causing the young boys death.
In the face of his execution for the first time the medicine man would do the thing he in fact is best, he lied. Using his silver-tongue, Kitoushi barely managed to secure his own survival claiming they merely didn't understand the treatment used. Despite his deep guilt for killing the child, he convincingly cast doubt in the lords mind that it wasn't possibly the medicine man's fault. Rather than penalty of death instead he was instead forced into the lords service, negotiating a job instead of his death . His freedom was quite strained at first practically a prisoner in every aspect, this was of immense strain to the wondering medicine man who thrived on knowledge. Quite some time passed when he was not allowed to practice medicine at all and his medicine was taken away. Now living in a constant pain within his joints and having no activity to occupy his mind he began to wonder into madness. Little did he know that this was hardly the worst one could experience. Eventually the silence of his imprisonment was suddenly broken by a group of specially trained medicine men gathered by the lord. This group of doctors had begun specially training to find what the worst a man could experience was, that is without killing them. This quite possibly the birth of the medical torturer and something dark within the medicine man.
Suddenly Kitoushi was thrust in front of a captured soldier, a noble samurai whom if had the chance would of killed himself to protect his lords secrets. He had however, not been given the opportunity and now stubbornly professed his allegiance and oath to not say a word. The medicine man looked to the tools in front of him and resisted, but his captors simply left him alone in the room with the samurai. The warrior was quite ready for death and all to talkative, continuing to profess that the medicine man would never get anything from him. This man berated him continuously wearing on the thin line of restraint and sanity that Kitoushi could barely fight in his delirious state. Eventually, in a fit of frustration the deed was performed and not only that, but he'd actually enjoyed it as the first true use of his advanced knowledge in some years. More over than that it was the particular pursuit of the forbidden information that drove him to unusual lengths and profound happiness. The noble samurai did not last long to the disturbing techniques employed by the medicine man and the powerful lord could not have been more pleased with his success. The lord's experiment had worked and this is how a monster was born.
The medicine man became vastly more popular with the work on each of his “patients” and provided results that none of the others could compare to. Gradually the man would garner more favor with his faked charisma, a cunning skill developed from years of analyzed bedside manner. Manipulation became second nature to him as he tried to gain more freedoms and favor with his captors in which the line had become blurred. Before long they had forgotten he was forced to be here and was assumed to be just as loyal as the next doctor. The medicine man became vastly more popular with the work on each of his “patients” and provided results that none of the others could compare to. Before long he was close on hand to the powerful lord as his personal medic. Watching closely the medicine man learned vast amounts from this lord and his ruthless vision to rule the world. Biding his time with extreme unnerving patience Kitoushi lay in wait for the particular and prefect moment to strike. The medicine man saw his opportunity upon the uprising of one of the powerful lords samurai Akechi Mitsuhide. Cleverly positing himself alone with the lord, Nobunaga then saw the full entirety of the monster he'd created. Just finished with his work, the rebelling samurai leader came in upon a horrifying scene. Terrified with the doctor and the methods he'd employed he saw this person as the worst kind of being. Promptly and on the spot Kitoushi was overpowered and his life was soundly ended.
An entirely unspectacular death to someone who so desperately craved knowledge that he would pass any moral boundary. Perhaps this is what set him apart from the rest and why his story did not end there. Entirely confused with this new existence, it seemed as if he had not died that faithful night. The medicine man was suddenly and violently hunted by vicious creatures he would latter know as hollow. Each day now a fight for his life, he was left entirely alone with his previous patients and their savage revenge. This would last nearly a month as his soul chain gradually grew shorter and more sparse. His guilt only grew with each day believing this to be a personal hell created as punishment for what he'd done. At just the very limit when he could no longer manage a struggle to continue, a shinigami found him and preformed a proper soul burial and sent him on to Soul Society.
----------------------------------------
Reaching the afterlife the aimless man first drifted without purpose helping with his mysterious medical skills where he could, quickly finding his techniques outdated in comparison to this majestic shinigami ability. Stuck in this ghetto called Rukongai the medicine man would soon find himself being shaken down by the local criminal element. The yakuza would come in the dead of night demolishing the quaint shop and thieving the crucial medicines. Upon the next morning they would then offer protection to Kitoushi for a most steep cost and the stubborn man refused to give in to the obvious ploy. However it would not be before long that his supplies began to become spare, threatening the life of some of his more critical patients. Looking down at the hands that had committed so many atrocities, he was once again forced into a position he was constantly trying to escape.
Following one of the men back to their den of iniquity, a quick shot of paralytic to the neck rendered the man rather instantly immobile. Hoisting him over his shoulder the surgeon brought the gangster back to his office and set to work upon the surprisingly resilient individual throughout the night. Apparently honor among thieves did exist, but no matter how tough one can only resist for so long. Come the morning light the man was nailed to the yakuza's place barely alive, however maimed and crippled too thoroughly terrified of further retribution to speak of who'd done the act. The information gained from the mobster led to the crucial drug supply. It would not end there as he had to secure the future of his business and patients. Another abduction several nights later this time left with the calling card of a nearby rival gang. This erupted a war between the two not only reducing their numbers further, but taking care of Kitoushi's work for him. His practice was safe for the time.
However one day on a routine walk outside two of the gangs crossed into the streets leading into a confrontation that spilled onto the onlookers. The fractions struggled with no care to the innocents and collateral damage ensued injuring several of the onlookers. The medicine man ran to the aid of the people treating them where he could until he saw a small girl in the distance get hit with the blow back of a molotov cocktail simply trying to retrieve her doll. Rushing to her he did his best to treat the severe burn wounds, but with his hands covered in her blood she gasped for her last breath in his arms. Giving not a moment to hesitation, Kitoushi ran after the man responsible who'd almost escaped until a dead end of an alleyway halted his progress. Producing a knife the man plunged it into the surgeons gut who responded with a wild headbutt tossing the man back against the wall with a hard slam. Whipping his cloak from his shoulders and twisting it, the inventive man used it as a makeshift rope to hogtie the scum down. Pulling the knife from his own body he looked down at the man with disgust and considered that this wasn't the proper way to solve the matter. Resolving that it wasn't this man's fault, that it was his own for the gang war he hesitated and placed the blame on himself. He simply didn't care anymore, he wanted satisfaction and something creeped up within him demanding it.
The surgeon took the knife in delicate hand and began to shove it in between the man's fingernails ripping them off slowly one by one. Taking more enjoyment in the act than he would ever like to admit, Kitoushi would finally pay for his sloppy exposed behavior. Several shinigami appeared down the alleyway dispatched to stop the riot now catching him literally red handed in the act. The surgeon lashed out at them angry that they had not shown sooner, but more over cursing himself for his selfish desires. Captured the man was quickly connected to the several heinous crimes he'd committed and was sentenced without trial. Losing was little sanity that remained he was tossed into Maggot's Nest with no sign of ever seeing the light of day once again.
Several years would pass before the door to his cell would finally creek open. Light flooded the room stinging the desperate man's inquisitive eyes and what entered is not what one would ever expect. A small girl with pink hair draped over her shoulders came into the room with arms outspread acting like an airplane as she dashed all around the room. The detention guard entered explaining that this prisoner had once been a medicine man and would make a fine selection. Following behind stepped in a tall, regal, raven haired man who entered with an imposing air of authority. The white captain's cloak waved behind him, white scarf around his neck, and nose in the air as he looked judgmentally down at the prisoner clearly proved the man to be of a most noble lineage. Kitoushi stared back with his own glare that together seemed as if the two men could nearly suffocate the room as the detention guard seemed to grow nervous. Suddenly poked in the forehead, Kitoushi recoiled as the little girl giggled continuing to make cute noises before exclaiming, “I want this one daddy!” As if picking out a new pet the nobleman nodded and with that the shackles were removed.
Amazed at how much pull the noble family had, he was brought to the most lavish and amazing of manor. It was nearly a dream to be brought from the most forgotten aspect of squalor to come to live with the highest position in society. It did not come easy for the man to so easily become a dog of the nobles, specially for such an energetic little girl, but the position did come with a certain air of authority and it once again allowed him to begin his practice. Kitoushi began work as personal medicine man of the Nakatomi clan. Becoming a poison eater or otherwise known as Basilisk, this job exposed him to an extremely large variety of special poisons at low amounts in order to build a tolerance to them. Though strange, this poison eating was in order for him to be able to properly test food and medicine for unknown substances in defense of a nobles life. With a near freakish immunity it seemed as though he had a high spiritual power that protected him or possibly something else entirely.
Though treated all to well by the little girl as if her personal pet, it would almost seem as if his horrible past crimes were behind him. The head of the family however would continually remain distant, never letting him forget his position in the household, always watching down upon him for the slightest ill action. Despite his lazy nature, it however never quite seemed nearly enough to be content with this small practice within the family. His blood boiled for real tests, for real subjects, for real prey. With access to the noble's vast library, Kitoushi took well advantage of the wealth of knowledge that was left in front of him. Many of the books contained information about the history of the shingiami and this triggered a stirring within him. The medicine man however would be forever in debt to the family and would never be allowed to join, that is, short of manipulation. Every night he began to read stories of the shinigaimi's adventures to the young noble girl making them out to be the most grand of heroes. Years would pass and no doubt the girl grew into a woman vastly interested in the subject. The day would come when she begged to follow in her father's footsteps and join the shinigaimi academy. Tasked with watching her the medicine man was ordered to join alongside, just as he had planned.
Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:26 am by 
.