Yumi Niizuma ((DONE! FINALLY!!))

Name: Yumi Niizuma.
Nickname/Alias: Yuu, Melody, Symbol.
Rank: Regular.
Age: One hundred and nine.
Visual Age: Nineteen.
Gender: Female.
Division: Ninth.
Personallity:

Yumi is the type of girl to go run bare foot in the grass and then complain that she stubbed a toe. She decided a bit ago that she doesn't like snow. She's a reasonablly happy person, a smile, mischeivious or no, is the more dominate expression to be found on her lips.
She enjoys singing with Ami while she is strumming a melody on her guitar. She and Ami perform whenever possible for the Seireitei. She is rather exciteable, yet can be sullen and sarcastic when she is angry.
She likes drinking Sake, and her tastes are more on the dark side of the spectrum, she enjoys dressing more Goth-Punk then most Shinigami.
She's headstrong, and very good at making her point, she doesn't back down from a challenge or when people give her attitude.
She likes to take dares and bets, when moneys included anyway...or alchohol.

....................Actually, make it alchohol. XDDD

Traits:

Likes:

-Sake.
-Red.
-People.
-Black things.
-Blood.
-Heights.
-Horror Stories.
-Skulls.
-Music.
-Butterflies.
-Bats.
-Singing.
-Purple.
-Knives.
-Cats.
-Black Hair.
-Performing.
-Microphones.
-Bunnies.
-Rain.
-Birds.
-Accents.
-Drawing.
-Metal (Music Genre.).
-Her Songs.
-Songs she learned in the World of The Living.
-Dancing.


Dislikes:

-Hangovers.
-Wasabi.
-Losing bets.
-Losing Money.
-Spilling her drinks.
-Wussy dares.
-Wussy men.
-Girls more muscular then a dude.
-Preps.
-Stupid people with stupid arguements.

Crushes:

None....as of yet. >w>

Quirks:

-Can sing.
-Writes songs.
-Can draw.
-Is capable of playing almost any type of instrument.
-Can dance.
-Can put on a show. ;D


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Physical Appearance:

Yumi is tall and slim with waist length black hair. Her eyes are violet in colour and surrounded by long thick lashes. She has toned muscles and angular features, her bust size is average. She usually paints around her eyes with dark purple or black paint.

Clothing:

Uniform:

She wears a gi with a shortened skirt instead of pants with a trail on the back. There are diamonds cut into the shoulders with purple fabric underneath lining it. The cut is deep, yet with modest cleavage. It has long sleeves that cover her hands and rip when her Zanpakutou is released. Instead of white, the wrappings around her waist are purple and form a bow in the back from which the ends trail down to her knees. She prefers to wear her Zanpakutou on her side for easier access.

PJ's, or lack there of. XD

She wears a short black night gowned that sits just above her mid thigh with a evil looking white rabbit on the front. She doesn't like wearing anything on her feet, prefering the cold ground under her toes.

Hardcore Training

She wears white martial arts pants with wrappings around her chest as a shirt. She goes bare foot unless its snowing or the training area is full of rocks or something along those lines. She wears her hair up in a pony tail, a rare occurance. She has wrappings on her hands to stop herself from tearing them up into shreds. -evil grin-

Gigai:

Her Gigai is dressed in a short black lolic dress that has a high collar but a triangular cleavage with a silver cross hanging from the top of the opening by a connecting silver ring. The skirt is frilled with black lace and two large silver belts that overlap on her waist. She'll wear it with large boots with a silver trimming and torn tights. The Gigai's hair is as Yumi's is, down and to her waist.

Winter in the World of the Living. Ick.

She wears a short black winter jacket with a fo-fur lined hood, the sleeves and hood both detachable. Also she'll wear boots that go up to her knees with matching fo-fur lining the top. She'll wear a purple toque with pom-poms hanging from the ear flaps when it's cold enough, but unless its twenty below, no. She'll wear what the Gigai originally wears beside those changes.

Out on the Town, Watch yourselves n00bs!!

A tight black skirt that hugs her hips and tube top with a black fish net shirt underneath with sleeves that go over her hands with a thumb hole. She wears long black laced up boots with silver buckles. A leather jacket with a high neck thats always open with silver buckles that hang from it. A choker around her neck that resembles her Zanpakutou's released form. She wears her makeup as she usually does, around her eyes with a mixture of black and silver.

Formal:

A small purple dress that goes to her her ankles, with a purple choker around her neck from which a black teardrop hangs.

History/Background:

Born on a cold winter night, Yumi Niizuma was the newest child of the Niizuma manor. She was the youngest of seven, her older brothers and sisters were all of age and out of school. Her parents were well employed, her father the vice-president of a large music chain, and her mother a world known cook. And they were happy.

That was until Yumi turned seven, the building her mother worked in burned to the ground, trapping seven employees inside. Including Yumi's mother.

Yumi stood infront of the television, watching the story on the news with her drumset beside her. She heard a sort of scuffling and turned around to find her mother standing behind her, a lost look on her face.

"Mommy?" Yumi said, surprised at her mothers appearance, she usually wasn't home until half past the nine on the clock. Her mother seemed transparent, and at Yumi's young age, she couldn't quite apprehend what it meant.

Her mother looked at Yumi and smiled, "Yumi-chan...Don't forget that I love both you and your father and your siblings very much okay?"

Yumi nodded as the phone rang in the kitchen, she turned her head away form her mother as she heard her father answer it, talking in low tones to whoever was on the other line. "I know, and I love you too Mommy."

She heard her mother start to cry and looked back to see her touching a short chain that was oddly connected to her chest, "Good girl Yumi-chan."

Yumi turned her head away again as she heard her father make a crashing sound in the other room. She turned back to her mother and a black blur passed before her eyes, then nothing but empty air stood behind her. "Mommy?" Yumi called, walking around calling for her, "Mommy!" she walked into the kitchen, where her father sat at the table, his head in his hands. "Daddy? Where is Mommy?"

"Yumi..." Her father whispered, raising his head to look at her with red rimmed eyes, "Your Mother...she's...." Tears dripped down his cheeks, "Dead..."

Yumi tilted her head at him, "But I just spoke with her Daddy!"

He looked at her in confusion, "What do you mean Yumi?"

"She was with me in the family room, she said that she loves us all very much Daddy. Then she disappeared when I looked away...Daddy? Why are you crying?"



Two years later Yumi's father married a woman that he had been dating for a while, and with a new mother, Yumi also gained a stepsister by the name of Ami Keitaro, who was turning eight the next month.

The two girls, though a year some apart, were very close. They both had great musical capablities and could play a number of various instruments at their young age. The sang together and created songs with both of their interests included. They loved each other dearly, walking around with their hands held, an image of mahogany and roses.

"Hey Nee-chan?" Yumi asked as a almost transparent man passed by them. She lifted one hand and pointed at him, "Do you see that man?"

Ami looked to where Yumi was pointing and squinted slightly, "Yes...sort of..." She answered slowly, hiding behind Yumi slightly as the man looked at them.

"You..girls...you can see me then?" the man asked sadly.

"Yes Oji-san." They both answered immediately.

He looked at them for a moment, then up at the blue sky, "Am I not truly dead then...?"

"D-dead?!" Ami squeaked from behind Yumi.

Yumi looked at him but then lowered her head her head in respect, No Oji-san...you are dead....I...I'm sorry."

"I see..." He smiled at them and a black blur flashed before their eyes, and then the man had disappeared, green particles quickly dispersing from the air where he had stood. Then a mysterious black butterfly flew up into the slowly turning red sky.

"What was that Onee-chan?" Ami asked, one hand on her face as she leaned around Yumi to watch the butterfly.

Yumi didn't answer, instead she took Ami's hand and started to lead her away, "Let's go home."



"I think that what we both are seeing are the spirits of the once living Ami-chan." Yumi said, putting her face into her knees while they were both sitting on her bed later that night.

"What should we do then Onee-chan? Should we tell Mommy and your Daddy?" Ami asked quietly, also bringing her knees under her chin.

"They can't see them can they? We'll sound like nut cases." Yumi chided gently, "So don't mention it okay?"

"Okay!" Ami agreed immediately, "So what do we do now?"

"I guess we could help them as much as we can?" Yumi shrugged.

"RIGHT!" Ami cheered loudly.

"GO TO BED YOU TWO!" Their parents yelled from three doors down.

"YES MOM!" Ami yelled back.

"YES DAD!" Yumi yelled also.

They both giggled, tucking into Yumi's bed. They fell asleep facing each other, their hands clasped between them.



Eight years later, the girls were teenagers. They had both grown out of their child like awkwardness, becoming attractive young ladies. Their music had developed into a band. Them and Ami's boyfriend Kazi making uop "Yum Yum Sugary Snacks!" A name the girls still laughed about after developing it two years previously. They performed every weekend for local bars, lying about their age and carrying fake ID's just in case they were ever questioned by the police or bar owners or someone else who might get them arrested.

And tonight they had a gig. They were all excited, they had practised more than usual, and had even rehearsed multiple times that very morning. And they were ready.

At least, thats what Yumi thought. Ami on the other hand kept twitching at any small sounds and it was seriously driving Yumi up the wall.

"Would you stop?!" Yumi finally snapped.

"B-but..I don't know what it is but...something is off..." Ami bit her bottom lip nervously.

"It'll be fine Ami. Look we're already here, so shut up and lets just fucking rock this place." Yumi nodded to herself.

"YEAH!"{/b] Kazi cheered from the drivers seat. He stopped the van out back and several bouncers helped them carry their equipment into the densly lit bar.

They warmed up half heartedly as the bar opened its doors to their soon-to-be audience. They were to wound up to really warm up. Soon after the curtain opened and they began their first number, "Train Wreck".

The night was running smoothly, and as Yumi's voice cut through the cool night, a Hollow lurked outside the bar. Sensing both the girls spiritual pressure and someone elses it slammed its hand through the roof of the building, confused.

Below the girls screamed as a huge white hand slammed down behind them, precisely where Kazi had been beating away on the drums. Yumi stared in shock as a sudden explosion of blood splattered onto both her and Ami, who seemed frozen.

Through the blood, she thought she saw Kazi standing, looking down in bewilderment and horror, a broken chain attached to his chest.

[b]"No..." SHe whispered.

"KAZI!!" Ami screamed, tears running down her face.

He turned and looked at them, his eyes wide as tears slowly dripped down his face. A black blur blocked their vision, and then he was gone.

The huge white hand moved again, suddenly grabbing at Yumi. Something slammed into her, a black blur, and then the things hand was nothing but a bleeding stump. A man in a black robe of some sort stood on the stage, a katana in his hand. He looked up into the hole the thing had made, and then suddenly disappeared up into it. Yumi saw a moment later black particles floating down, and then all was silent.

Yumi turned away and ran to Ami, hugging her tightly around her sobbing sister. She turned her head and looked up at the hole curiously. After a moments hesitation, she lowered her gaze, Thank you. She thought absently.



Two years later, the girls were still performing. They had somewhat uneventful lives until the night of their deaths...

The two were out for a walk near midnight, they both walked in comfortable silence, holding hands as they did in their youth. Ami had long since blocked the memory of Kazi's death from her mind, and Yumi dared not say a word concerning it. But somethign was bugging her, she felt a sort of pressure, and that someone was watching her. She stopped suddenly, looking around, "Ami...do you feel...something?"

Ami looked around, then tilted her head slightly, "Sort of...a...pressure?"

"Then I ain't crazy...." Yumi muttered, she looked around again as the feeling suddenly increased. She vaguely remembered the feeling, but couldn't quite place it.

Then, as the ground around them suddenly shook, it came to her. Her eyes opened wide in horror as she remembered the feeling from the night of Kazi's death, "Ami! RUN!!"

Ami looked at her bewildered, "Huh?"

Yumi had no time to lose, she saw a white shape out of the corner of her eyes just as she shoved Ami out of its path. THe hand, aimed for both of them, circled around Yumi's chest and lifted her into the air, squeezing so painfully that Yumi almost blacked out, "A...mi..run..." She wheezed as her breath left her. She felt a rip snap and gasped in pain, her head swimming.

Ami looked at her in horror, and instead of running she lept at the monster, "LET YUMI GO!!" She screamed, digging her nails into its hand.

"N...no!...A...mi!" Yumi screamed as loud as she could as one great hand snapped out and blood splurted from where AMi's head had once been.

"No...." Yumi whispered as the things hand tighted, and she felt her spinal cord snap in to. As she hung limp the things other hand, already stained in Ami's blood, closed around her head.

And then there was only darkness for a moment.

Yumi opened her eyes and sat up to find herself in a strange area, which, unbenouced to her, was the Rukongai. She stood up shaking from head to toe and a man in a black robe like thing approahed her. He carried a katana at his side and addressed her politely, "Yumi Niizuma, please come with me."



As they walked, the man explained that yes, she was dead. But only to the world of the living. THey place she had been sent to was the Rukongai in the Soul Society, the place where all souls eventually go. He lead her though a gate, into a place he called the Seireitei. He told her that she had the makings of a Shinigami. Someone who sent the tortured souls in the World of the Living to the Soul society to rest in peace.

He lead her further into the Seireitei, into a sort of training area. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a tint of pink, and when she turned see stared at a girl about her age with bright pink hair. She looked a moment longer, a memory pushing on the side of her mind. Her eyes opened wide suddenly as she remembered, a name bursting into her mind.

"A-Ami!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She yelled.

The girl spun, and looked at her in shock, "YUMI!!!!!"

They ran towards each other and collided in a great hug. It turned out, that even in death they were together.



Yumi and Ami quickly passed into becoming full fledged Shinigami, both being inrolled into the Ninth Division. Turned out that even their Zanpakutous were simular, both manipulated sound. Yumi figured out that Sake was delcious and bets were fun. Happy days were ahead (With Ami as a plus.)

RP Sample:

[[I'm simply doing this for someones entertainment, you know...mine XDDD]]

Yumi looked over Seireitei as she sat on a high cliff outside of the Rukongai. She looked down upon the criminal ridden place she had been found in so many years ago after she died. She was glad she hadn't stayed very long there, and that the nameless Shinigami had come found her. She looked up a the full moon as her lips parted, a sorrowful line passing though her lips.

Ah, we are poisoned by the moonlight... She sang softly to the cooled night air, touching Sho-ro Seritsu's hilt gently, soothed by the familar feel.

What a lovely night... she thought absently as she watched a horde hell butterflies fly past, and a single strggular hurrying to catch up with the rest a moment later. She smiled and lay back into the soft green grass.

She giggled as a lone blade of grass swayed in the wind, tickling her neck gentley. She suddenly yawned and rubbed her eyes after a moment. Damn, time to sleep I guess.

With that she lept to her feet and jumped from the cliff into the nights air, her clothes flapped around her as she disappeared into the night. The full moon just starting its descent into the next morning sun.

Bump~

My, we have a young novelist in our hand. A little advice is to just not include speeches in your history, generalize it and make it more thorough, nonetheless, I see no problem with it, no contradictions or anything like that, so APPROVED.

Thank you very much ^___^