Aponi Ánemos
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| -Vaizard- General Information:-Full Name: Aponi Ánemos [[First name - Ah-pony, Native American, Meaning Butterfly. Last Name - Ah-nay-mose, Greek, Meaning Wind]] -Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: - -Noteable Family: - -Loyalties: Vaizard Army -Actual Age 1,567 Appearance:-Appearance: ![Aponi Ánemos[[Done?]] 2a79ea27c279e47L](https://2img.net/h/www.rezkast.com/files/photos/2a79ea27c279e47L.jpg) Aponi has dark tan skin, a mark of her native american decent. Her hair is ebony in color, long, and almost silky. This hair is generally pulled into a messy bun, and decorated with colorful feathers. She has a heart shaped face, with almond eyes that are a vibrant green in hue. Her lips are thin, her nose is narrow, her cheek bones are high and defined. Her ears seem to be a bit large, with pointed tips giving her the appearance of a wood elf. She is a moderately tall height for a woman, standing only at about 5'6". As a woman she has small shoulders, and a curvy figure. She has large hips, and a modest bust. Aponi is covered in tattoos designed like tribal marks, so that she won't have to replace them every time she wakes up and/or gets wet. -Preferred Wardrobe: Aponi doesn't dress in any traditional japanese fashion. She prefers to dress in the same that she did during her time in the World of the Living, when she was still alive. This means that she wears feathers in her hair, only make up in tribal patterns, and fur clothing. This clothing generally consists of some fur top, generally tied in the front with leather strips acting as laces, and a full-length skirt made of some silk or other fabric. The skirt is generally one layer, with a slit on her left side so that she can move properly. On her feet she wears traditional moccasins. For jewelry she wears painted bones and the fangs of the hollows she has killed. In the middle of one of her necklaces she even has the charm she tore from a deceased shinigami's zanpakuto. -Height: 5' 6" -Weight: 110 lbs. -Physical Age: 18 Race Specific Information:-Former Squad: Kido Corps -Gigai Description: Unlike most, her Gigai looks exactly the same as her soul form, because of the fact that she dresses in such a human fashion in her spirit form. She wears the same outfits, because it marks her as a native to the tribe she belongs to. Character/Player Bio:-Personality: Aponi is a quiet, but strong person. She doesn't ever speak unless reciting an incantation or releasing her zanpakuto, and no one really knows why. It seems she had taken a vow of silence just before she died, and her determination has carried it through more than a thousand years of unlife. This is a testimony to her stubbornness, and commitment to the traditions she left behind. She is a bitter person, because she doesn't feel she deserves to be stuck in this world of death, just because she died while away from her tribe. She will forever believe in the teachings of her tribe, in the power of the nature and the fact that her tribe's ancestors watch over her. She doesn't seem to take an interest in either sex, but this may be because of the company she keeps, her traditions say that to mate with those outside of her tribe is blasphemous, and she stands by the rules of her tribe until the end. Aponi doesn't speak of her old tribe, and often leaves or gets angry when it is mentioned. She has very good self-control, and keeps her temper in check through the most aggravating of situations. Because she is more of a support-type, she doesn't enjoy fighting. She refuses to go full force on anyone unless they prove that not doing so would cost her her life. She is a fiercely loyal person, thankful to the leader for taking her in, and willing to put her life on the line for him or any other in their organization. -Rank: Elite if possibibibibile? -History: Aponi was born to a mother and father that didn't actually want a child. Her father was of a tribe of native, while her mother was an outsider, a white woman. Because of this, they had been forced to leave the tribe, and live their life without ever contacting the tribe again. However, when they were stuck with a child and no way to take care of it, they returned to the tribe. The elder, a sensible and humane man, took in the child but asked them to leave and never come back. Aponi was left with only a note with one word on it, Ánemos. This would become her last name later on in life, after her tragic separation with her tribe. She grew up in the tribe, took on the role of medicine woman at a young age, and took her vow of silence. This vow showed her dedication to the tribe, and could only be broken when her teacher died and she took on her designated task to the tribe. However, one day while her and the Medicine woman in charge of her were collecting herbs, a group of white men swept in and took them away on horseback. Aponi didn't understand the white man's language, and so she didn't know why they took the two women or where they were going. But what they had planned for the women was something she would have liked to hear anyway. The Medicine woman was still relatively young, strong, and beautiful. Aponi was young, only eighteen, though she didn't look as young as she was. She had developed completely, and to them would appear to be a fully grown woman. As the men prepared to do something Aponi could only assume was terrible, her mentor and elder attacked the men, biting and kicking him. She called out only one word when she had time to, and that was run. So, that is exactly what Aponi did; she ran. She wouldn't get far before she heard a crack like lightning, and felt a rushing feeling as blood left her head. Hot, sticky liquid fell over her face and stung her eyes, and then it was all over. She would wake up in Rukongai, with memories of everything that had happened. Shortly after being killed, she had been found by a Shinigami, who seemed to be far from their designated territory. She wasn't like anyone else in the Rukongai, and not just because she actually remembered her past life. She was of a completely different ethnicity from the majority of them, though no one seemed to mind. She went on in life, and eventually discovered that she could feel hungry. Just another thing to set her apart from the rest. She was later told that this hunger pain meant that she had the potential to become a shinigami. So, she would enter the academy. She never spoke, not even once, unless she was casting an incantation. She was going to stick with her vow until she became a medicine woman, though that wasn't going to happen in this life time. She passed and went on to join the Kido Corps, due to her exemplary skills in both Hado and Bakudo. Though she didn't talk, she fiercely loyal and obedient, and actually turned out to be a great leader. It was shortly after being offered the position of Vice Captain that she would unlock her Shikai. She trained with her Captain to master this form of her zanpakuto, and unlock the next level. They trained for weeks to unlock the Bankai that was hidden within her blade, and would eventually succeed. It was then that she was called to Rukongai by a stranger, someone who said he needed to make an offer to her. The offer wasn't actually an offer, because an offer means you can turn it down, he wasn't taking no for an answer. He struck out without even speaking, knocking her out with some syringe. She would awaken in an underground room, strapped down to a chair. She began to panic, frightened about what might be happening, what might have been done to her. As she panicked, her mind went blank, and a single voice entered her head. It was like that of her zanpakuto's, except that it was filled with malice and quite a bit higher in pitch. The voice called out to her, promised her safety if she let go. She would let go, and a mask would form over her face. As the power consumed her, it also began to destroy the room. She doesn't know how, but she would escape with the help of this mask, and fall right into the hands of the Vaizards. It seems that she was close to the Mansion already, and they felt the spiritual pressure. Hundreds of years of training would eventually cause her to gain control over the hollow inside of her, and understanding of what she had become. She grew to accept the Vaizards as her new family, her new tribe. In return for their services to her, she vowed her life to their cause, no matter what that cause might be. She would gain the position of an Elite Vaizard, because of her unique abilities with both Kido and her Zanpakuto/Mask control. -Roleplay Samples:- Spoiler:
Kozakura's soft, pink hair fell over her shoulder in waves; covering nearly her entire torso with its length. The locks scattered across her shoulders, the bangs pushed to the sides of her face; creating a sort of pink frame for her heart-shaped visage. Her sharp coral eyes scanned over the area and the little girl that stood before her. She smiled without warmth or happiness, but more likely because she expected that was what others might due when greeting a new acquaintance and ally. Her soft pink lips were pulled into the light arc that was her smile, not revealing the perfect. bleach-white pearls that lay behind them. Her skin was pale as the sand grains that remained on her dress, her eyes ringed with dark lines that were the result of expertly applied make-up. No one knew why she wore make-up in such a society, where one was judged by their strength instead of their appearance, but she did so anyway. At her waist hung the other half of her soul. It was in the form of what seemed to be a hand-and-a-half sword, more commonly known as a bastard sword. The handle itself seemed to be carved from stone, the pommel taking the form of a skull, adorned with horns or spikes. The cross guard was the skull of a beast, its horns weaving outward like a goat's, curling around itself. She turned her body so that she would face the girl completely, her hair creating a wave of pink as it was thrown outward because of the spinning motion. When her hair rested back down upon her back and shoulders, she nodded to the girl firmly.
They stood within the only section of the dark and disgusting world of Hueco Mundo that was graced by sunlight. It was a wretched thing, the sun, as it stung the eyes and gave a hue to Koza's perfectly achromatic flesh. Still, the sky's color when the sun was out was so awe-inspiringly beautiful that Koza couldn't help but forgive the sunlight. It was a wonderful shade of azure all day, every day, with a few cotton balls floating around within it. The clouds were a bit distracting, but occasionally they would take the form of humorous shapes that could amuse Koza for hours, so they were forgiven as well. As she thought about this she looked up to the beautiful azure sky, seeming a bit lost in its wonder for a split second. Her eyes then fell upon the courtyard where they stood. Along the borders and in a few remote places were patches of grass and flowers, maybe age-old attempts at filling the place with a garden. However, scars ran deep through most of the courtyard, making it impossible to foster life. The scars were in the form of massive gashes or crevices that were the direct result of ressurecion releases, ceros, and even a few balas that managed to miss their mark and create a small crater within the terrain before them. They stood now upon the bridge that hung over the Courtyard, a white marble-like structure that hung from metal cords. They were several dozen feet above the ground, hanging limply upon marble slabs that by all rights should not have been supported by such weak, steel cords.
She could already tell that her Fraccion was either weak or anxious, neither was a very good sign. It was true that Koza, being an Espada, held an aura of horror about her, but she couldn't due with a student that spent more time quivering in her boots than she did paying attention to what Koza had to teach her. The thought of such a girl being frightened of Koza without Koza even having to leak a fraction of her spiritual energy was a bit disappointing. Then again, it could be that she is afraid I won't find her worthy of me. I do remember that she was a privaron..Maybe she only wants to learn from me to eventually retake her place as an Espada... If that is that case she does have cause to fear me without having seen any of my strength.. She thought to herself. Though it was a long shot, it was a bit comforting; at least more comforting than the thought of a student so weak that she quivered in the face of a figure that hadn't even release their spiritual energy yet.
"I am glad you came so early, it means we will have longer to train. You have quite the grueling period ahead of you if you expect to become stronger." She told the girl in a voice that seemed to be a mixture of authoritative and empathetic.
She looked down at her Fraccion, the same smile still on her face, and scanned the girl warily. The girl was younger than she, quite a bit shorter, and looked a bit too innocent for Koza's taste. However, looks were deceiving. The girl's blanched hair was kept short, with some form of band run through it, most likely to hold it in the style she liked, or merely for decoration. The girl wielded a katana, like the majority of their kind, yet unlike Koza. She only hoped that the girl's true form was a bit more frightening than her sealed form was. Suddenly, Koza disappeared. The only warning that came with the disappearance was a flickering of her appearance and the sound of what seemed to be a soft clap or snap. As suddenly as she had disappeared, Koza would reform in the center of the lower level of the courtyard. She did not look up to her student, she didn't wait for the girl to follow, but instead continued to walk across the courtyard to an area that seemed to have been specifically designed for combat training. It was a large circle, traced in chalk, and void of any life. In actuality it was probably an espada's bala that had gone off target. The Espada would most likely turn the crater into a training area for his Fraccion; they were crafty like that.
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