Reikon Hanpa

General Information:

-Full Name: Reikon Hanpa

-Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: Rei

-Noteable Family: The Hanpa Family(An NPC family that took her in during her time in the Rukongai.)

-Loyalties: Sixth Division; Though she is loyal to the division, she does not help or even communicate with them, due to her personally-assigned exile. She is now of a hybrid race that the Soul Society has never been to friendly with, and because of this she stays away. However, if she were to find a Sixth Division member in need, she would not hesitate to extend her hand.

-Actual Age 2203

Appearance:

-Appearance: Reikon is pale, beautiful, and depressing. She is almost never smiling, her eyes always looking like they are about to fill with tears. Her eyes themselves are a crimson color, with deep black pupils(duh). Her hair is down to the middle of her back, ebony in color, her bangs hanging around her pale face, framing it. Her face is slightly rounded, her eyes large and her lips thin. She has a cute button nose, and a small chin. Hanpa's teeth are a brilliant white, perfectly aligned, her tongue pink and on the long side. Her neck is slightly longer than average, but this is hardly noticeable. She is tall for her visual age and gender, standing at five foot eight or so. Reikon is more than thin, she is practically a twig. Her muscles are nearly invisible unless she is exerting herself, they are powerful but thin. Like metal chords. Reikon's skin is fair as it is pale, her veins protruding and showing as if her skin were completely invisible. Reikon has an average bust, nothing to brag about but she definitely isn't flat chested. Her legs are smooth and on the long side, her feet small. She always paints both her fingernails and toenails a shade of black. Hanpa's hands are longer, her fingers bony and almost clawlike. Reikon usually wears a red kimono with some form of black flower pattern upon it, carrying her zanpakuto at her waist. The blade is about four feet long, the handle being another six inches added to its length. Its blade is made of a regular steel, polished and kept in surprisingly good condition. There are no scratches or nicks along the blade, and it has an almost reflective property to it. Along the edge of the blade is a subtle wave-like pattern, which appears to have been burned into the blade. Acting as a border between blade and handle is a regular-looking brass ring of metal, the cross guard. This cross guard has an intricate patter on the inside, of weaving vines, flowers, and other plants. The handle itself is made of a strong wood, and wrapped in a tan-brown cloth to make the grip more comfortable. Its sheath is made out of a wood similar in color to the handle, which a length of cloth identical to the handle wrapped around it so that it may be attached to a sash or belt. All along her arms and stomach are scars from her past life.

-Preferred Wardrobe: Reikon prefers to wear her shinigami outfit, when in shinigami form, including the Haori of the sixth division, the division that she once led as Captain. However, in Gigai form this is a very different case. While she remains in a traditional garb, it isn't one that signifies her previous life as a Shinigami. Instead she prefers to wear kimonos, always different in color and patter, with a pair of wooden sandals and socks; another part of a traditional garb. In her Gigai she is still able to summon her Zanpakuto if necessary, and often wears it on her person.

-Height: 5'8"

-Weight: 100 lbs.

-Physical Age: 20

Race Specific Information:

-Former Squad: 13th Division Originally, then the 6th,

-Gigai Description: See Appearance and wardrobe.

Character/Player Bio:

-Personality: Reikon is sad person in general. She constantly looks as if she is about to cry, which is most likely true. She is very sensitive, making her not very good at taking insults or being teased. This sensitivity has shown Reikon what pain insults and teasing can bring, and so she refuses to partake in any form of it. Hanpa is a caring character, not common amongst her race these days. She takes care of everyone in her ranks like they are her children, but this doesn't mean she spoils them. A strong believer in fair and firm parenting, she would never spoil a single one of the 'children' she had. Reikon has a deep-seeded mistrust of men in general, and will automatically go on defensive when one walks by. She has learned to accept that she has to work with men eventually, and despite her fears, has found a way to stay near them without freaking out. Though she is far away from her Division, due to her exile, she is still very loyal to them. She views the members as her children, and their captain as her sibling. She never makes contact and never helps them, unless they find themselves in need in the world of the living; even then she does so from the shadows. Reikon is generally pacifistic, and chooses to kill with a single blow rather than drag out a fight. With a love for any and all seafood and ramen, Reikon is often found in town within a gigai she had obtained through her days as a shinigami, snacking at the local bars and restaurants. While she is sensitive and relatively pacifistic, she harbors a need to protect her 'children' and 'siblings'. She will attack and kill anyone who attempts to harm one of these people, unless they have it under control. Hanpa fears both her zanpakuto and her mask, and prefers not to release either unless she is forced to.

-Rank: Elite Vaizard

-History:


Reikon was born on a sunny July afternoon in the town of Karakura. At the point in time she was born in the town was really a village, very primitive and low-tech compared to the Karakura of the present. She was born to a family of eight, her mother and father having birthed three children before her and four after. She was the only girl of the family besides her mother, who wasn't around often anyway. Her father was handicapped, so though it was unusual for a woman to do so, the mother brought in their income. As a result of being left alone with men all day, Reikon become very fit and was able to take care of herself. However, as the other four grew up she began to lose her ability to handle herself, being outnumbered seven to one. She began to become very shy, and very sensitive. When she came to her parents with cuts and bruises because of her brothers her father would tell her to toughen up and her mother would send her off due to the fact that she was far too busy for such petty things.

At the age of twelve she dropped out of school to help around the house, and to get a part time job to raise the family. The eldest two of the sons had gone off to war, the eldest that was left was just a bit too young to join the army. He, however, was far too busy with school to help around the house. So it was left to Reikon and her mother to take care of eight men, a house, and a job each. They somehow managed, though Reikon began to hate men at a young age because of what she had to go through. She spent her entire teenage life in the house or at the local flower shop where she worked, never having time for friends or anything of the sort. Her boss was an angry old man who would constantly insult her and yell at her for doing things wrong, yet another thing that would mold her into the fragile soul she would become.

When Reikon hit the age of adulthood she would be married off to a man she had never met. Her mother wanted her to live with a man who would be able to support a family, not that the family included Reikon in her mind. Reikon would spend the next four years of her life living in fear. The man had the money and rank in the military to comfortably raise a family of three sons, but their mother was a different story. She was hardly ever given food, even though she cooked it, and was constantly beaten by her father. The sons did nothing to stop it, though they swore blind to her that they wanted him to stop. The day before her twenty third birthday would be the last day of her life. Her husband came home drunk, and began to beat her senseless. When she awoke he was standing over her, ready to have his way with her. She kicked him square between the legs and crawled away. When she was able to stand she ran to the woods near her home. There she removed the tanto blade she had stolen from him. She would slit her throat as she listened to him screaming for her and threatening her.


Reikon woke up as a baby in the Rukongai. She was in the 15th district, which wasn't bad for children. She had a caring psuedo-family. However, Reikon would never approach her father, nor would she every approach her brother. She clung to her mother, and hid behind her apron whenever the other two were in the area. No one knew why this was but Reikon, and no one asked out of respect. One day, at the visible age of nine, she passed out from hunger. The mother had been a cook in the living world, but hadn't cooked for a hundred or so years. She quickly gathered what she could and prepared a meal for the daughter. When Reikon awoke to food she also noticed a man in a black kimono sitting at the table. The man was nice, but Reikon still avoided eye contact. He was apparently a part of the family she had gathered before running off to the soul society. He came home on vacation as soon as he had heard about how his new sister had developed powers.

Reikon spent a week alone with this man, training with him to use her powers in the form of 'kidou'. This form of magic was interesting to her, and she really liked it. She began to get closer to the shinigami, and by the seventh day almost made eye contact with him. However, her fear of men was overpowering and he would leave without so much as a good bye from her. She would spend the rest of her days in district 15 training herself and eating what she could. At the visual age of thirteen she would join the shinigami academy. Reikon jumped in as an advanced student, and even skipped second year. She would enter the Soul Society in the 13th division.

After only one hundred or so years she became a lieutenant, and was trained by her captain. The captain was the first man that Reikon had accepted in her life, and was the only one she had been able to comfortably be around. He taught her to release her shikai, to perfect her kidou, and even to activate her Bankai. A great teacher and a great captain, he became a role model to Reikon. Reikon led her division in many a hollow-purging mission, even though that was technically not the duty of her squad. She convinced the captains that it was good for the division, building teamwork and trust. She built a five-woman group of shinigami out of the top five seats, all woman that she could trust as well as ones that her taichou could trust. She wouldn't find out what happened to them later on in life, as she would become a captain.

Her Taichou felt it was time for her to grow further than she could as his vice, so he put in a good word for her with the other captains. As the sixth captain had recently died of an illness, she was examined and later brought into the sixth division as their new captain. The first thing she would do is kick out her lazy lieutenant and replace him with someone more fitting. Her vice was a woman who looked only a bit younger than herself, but in reality was much younger by age. One day, during combat with a menos level hollow, Reikon's zanpakuto would not activate. Because of this, Reikon nearly died that day. She had survived and destroyed the hollow, but it had completely wiped her out. She would awake wrapped in bandages around her torso in the 4th division headquarters. Reikon would then retire from her rank, taking several hundred years in the mountains far from the soul society to talk with her blade and make sure that that never happened again. When she returned she entered the soul society once again she would be a retired shinigami who joined the Court of Pure Souls. For a thousand years she lived with the stingy old people who somehow had aged way beyond what she could.

Feeling the need to be alone for once, she would sneak out of the Court in the middle of the night. Reikon found the place where her older brother had trained her so many years ago, and sat down to watch the stars. She was on a grassy field in the middle of a forest outside her old home in district 15. There she would lay and stare at the stars. Suddenly, a man entered from the shadows. He offered her not only the power to control herself and her zanpakuto, but the power to overcome all of the fear she harbored. Desperately wanting to live without the fear she had, she accepted and followed the man. He would suddenly drop a small orb, the orb releasing a gas. With one last curse and a cough, she would fall unconscious.

Reikon woke up on a table similar to the ones found in hospitals. She was stark naked, and covered in tubes and the like as if she had just been operated one and was given the tubes to supplement every bodily liquid that she normally produced. She would later find out that most of the tubes were medication, mainly to weaken her so that she couldn't escape. However, in her desperation she released a massive wave of spiritual pressure she had not known before. The spiritual pressure allowed her to move fast and strong enough to escape from the underground laboratory where she had been experimented on. Her ebony hair would fall over her exposed breasts, covering them as she fled form the forest beside karakura town like a wild one, stark naked except for a bestial mask upon her face. Luckily, no one could see her. When she was able to calm down, the mask disappeared. She was able to stalk a shinigami long enough to follow him to the soul society. There she would sneak into the department of research and development to steal her gigai back. The gigai thankfully had clothes on it, so when she returned to karakura she relatively fit in.

Reikon was found by a man who led the vaizard race at the time. That man took her in and helped her to master her inner hollow, allowing her to use her mask proficiently. Reikon followed the vaizard for a long time without joining the elites because she feared having that much free will on how much power she could release. As a regular vaizard she could hide most of the power she held. However, when a new leader took charge, she would join the ranks of the elites.

However, all good things eventually die; as did her life with the Vaizards. Their leader fell, they split, and each went their own separate ways. Reikon remained in Karakura town, where she would live in her gigai. It was still a heavily concentrated area of spiritual pressure, and hollows visited very often. She felt that she could be useful to the Soul Society by helping the shinigami in the area, without their knowing.

-Roleplay Samples:

Just an hour before sunset was the time; the town was the place. What a lovely concept, fate, it brings people apart and tears others from each other. It's so fair and just, and yet some choose to whine and bitch about how it hates them. What a ridiculous thought, fate hating someone, thought the beautiful woman known as Nagare Warui. More specifically, she thought this as she wandered her way into a dark alleyway. Because of the convenient placement of the buildings, the sun shown through into the alleyway, despite its low position in the sky. This sunlight revealed her appearance to anyone who happened to sneak a peak at the figure as she walked into that vacant space between a filthy strip club and a pawn shop. Nagare looked an eighteen year old girl, but if that was the age you would guess you'd be more wrong than a straight man in the fashion industry. She had slightly tanned flesh, unmarred by acne or scars despite her age. Standing at only five feet four inches, she was an average height for a woman. She was nearly twig-thin, with a flat-yet visibly unmuscular- stomach. Her arms didn't appear to carry that much muscle in them, because her muscles are compact and wire-like. This was a result of more acrobatics and such than actual combat training. Nagare had a heart shaped face with sharp, defined features. Set in her eye sockets were matching cyan-colored eyes, like the brilliant sky above her. These eyes were rimmed by black eye liner and eye shadow, bringing out the brilliant hue even further. Nagare's eyebrows were thin and arched, ebony in color just like her hair. Between those cyan eyes was a thin, bony nose, her lips also thin, and a light, rosy pink shade. She had high cheek bones, small round ears, and a regal air about her. Her smile was brilliant, revealing perfectly aligned, achromatic teeth. She wore her ebony hair down around the sides of her head, pushing the bangs to the sides to frame her face, while the back was pulled into a ponytail that spanned down half of her back. Moving on a bit lower, her neck was an average height, her shoulders not very wide. She had an average bust, which she had wrapped in a bikini top. Her favorite bikini top to wear is a white one with black pokadots, and that was exactly the one that she was wearing. Her arms were long and slender, her hands small with longer, bony fingers. Fingernails painted black, both middle fingers containing rings in the form of dragon heads. Even further down, she had wide, shapely hips. This was because of her feminine qualities, brought on by puberty. She was wearing jeans, black as her hair. Because she was so skinny, she had to wear a black studded belt, to keep her pants from falling down. Upon her feet were black converse sneakers, with red laces poking out and brilliant white toes.

The alleyway she had stepped into had about as many things to take in as her, which weren't much. The ground was made of dirt, scattered rocks playing the role of eye catcher, should one walk staring at the ground. The rich brown, almost black, dirt was occasionally broken up by white pebbles and other small, white, rocks; like stars on the inky night sky. On either side of her, just three feet in, were two dumpsters, one for each building that made the alleyway. The walls were made of brick, both, and close enough that even she could reach out and touch both with her fingertips. Dirt scattered as she walked on in, kicking it up as her feet skidded over the ground. Next to the green dumpsters were garbage bags that hadn't fit, though the alleyway didn't really seem to stink all that much. It was only a few more feet in that she would reach a wall that marked the end of the alley. The wall was identical to the two buildings, and in the dimming light became almost invisible to her. A sun sank down the horizon, marking a new night and a new form for the beautiful girl who had entered the alleyway.

Suddenly, her form began to become engulfed in shadows. The shadows swirled around her, lashing out at the alleyway, creating gashes in the walls as if they were the claws of a massive beast. Within seconds the sunset was over, and night came into the scene. The sky turned inky black, pinpricked with white lights, and one massive white circle that was a full moon beginning its feverish run from the wolves that the cruel Norse gods had set after it. Shadows fell from her body like water, hitting the dirt and sinking in like it was being absorbed. The form that was left was an astonishing one. She appeared to age at least four more years, being in her early twenties now. Once lightly tanned skin was now a stone grey, though not unappealing; it was smooth, soft looking, and unmarred just like her human form. A small stretch of yellow flew from her body as the hair-tie snapped, allowing her hair to flow down as it should. Wavy bangs covered one eye, her hair seeming to have grown and gone from straight to a beautiful wavy texture. It fell over her chest, spanning down to about her belly button, the back falling to the same length; her silky hair was still dark as the sky above her. Goat-like horns protruded from her shoulder, spanning on either side of her face and protruding a little bit out. Like a reverse-halo, a small black semi-circle, set with glowing rubies, floated above her head. Floating in front of this semi-circle was a glowing ruby in the form of an arrowhead. Within this semi-circle was yet another ruby. Her visage was emotionless, cold, and beautiful. High cheek bones, regal features matching her human forms. The only difference was that her lips were more full, colorless, and her eyes were crimson in color. Cloth tore itself from her, now five foot seven, body as onyx-like material covered her. It spanned the top half of her rib cage, covering the outside slopes of her breasts, including the nipples, and also formed around her upper arms. The material covering her breasts seemed to span to her back, a pair of massive bat-like wings growing from the armor. The wings were folded due to the lack of space, but one could guess that the wing span was nearly two meters. Like the bikini the jeans were destroyed, in their place was a skimpy piece of cloth that covered her hips, vagina, and butt crack, but not much more. Flowing from the back of this cloth came a small cape-like length of material which whipped around her, the force of her appearance creating a small tunnel of wind which swirled around her. Covering her legs, from halfway up her thigh down to her toes, was that same ebony rock-like material. Though the material looked like rock, and was hard as rock on the outside, it was like she was naked to her, not restricting movement at all. She smiled, a door to the alleyway opening.

A young man stumbled through, obviously drunk. He was fair skinned, with blond hair and green eyes. The suit coat he had been wearing was hanging from his right arm, nearly torn off; presumably by a stripper, his shirt dishevelled and his tie falling off. The drunk man release a load of vomit before looking up at her, as if seeing light for the first time. Drool hung from his pathetic face as he stepped toward her, overpowered by her natural ability to turn any man into a willing sex slave. He neared her, but she wouldn't have it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the throwing daggers which she kept hidden in human form appeared in her hand. She threw the dagger, grazing his neck. Suddenly, he grasped at it, screaming with agony. The blade had barely drawn blood, but its affect would prove more devastating than any laceration. She smiled, throwing another two, which would graze his arms. Two more and his legs would feel the same insane suffering that his neck was experiencing. As he screamed like you wouldn't believe, she collected the knives, causing them to disappear in a puff of smoke-like shadows. Suddenly, her bare, stony-grey hand reached out and grasped him by his neck. She pulled him closer, lifting him into the air. At this point the pain was so unbelievable that he couldn't even cry out. A look of fury crossed her face for a moment, before smoothing back out into its emotionless visage.

"Well, aren't you useless." She growled to the pathetic man, before clenching her fingers around his throat. Blood scattered across the alley walls, and the chest of Albatross. She dropped the corpse, reaching down to her chest where she would wipe off his blood with one finger. Putting that finger in her mouth, she licked her finger clean, taking in the delicious taste of blood once more. "It's been too long." She giggled to herself, before turning to see what other fun she could have.

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