Katsurou
Age : 35 Posts : 10 Join Date : 2014-02-24 Exp : 3 Weapon Skill : Untrained HSM : Untrained Reiatsu : Untrained Hakudo : Untrained
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| ~~~Vizard~~~ Name:Kokujin Katsurou Alias: The Tenken Age:1934 Visual Age: 29 Gender:Male Reiatsu Color: Golden with traces of silver lining Ex-Division:Third Division/Sanbantai Affiliation: The Kyoshinja Rank: Shingikai Arasoi --------------------Persona-------------------- Appearance: Katsurou’s body appears to have been forged from the very brimstone of hells floor and given life. Standing at six feet and three inches tall, Katsurou’s height is very symbolic of his stature. At the peak of his condition,Katsurou weighed in at some hundred and ninety pounds. His form and figure resembles that of an athletes, with neatly trimmed muscle lining much of his body; yet not so muscular that it might impede his movement. In cascading lockes, the Head Kokujin's stark black hair scales down the lightly garbed form of his body. His immense wealth and status as a noble shows greatly here, as the amount of care put into ones hair could only be afforded by someone of his station. Each strand possesses a brilliant sheen that reflects all forms of light, both natural and artificial in nature, and is but one of the countless reasons as to why he's commonly sought after by members of the fairer sex. When it comes to clothing, Katsurou's tastes are decidedly old fashioned. He dons the garb of a wealthy male noble; a dark purple kimono and like colored andon bakama with his white haori to cap it all off. Yet, unlike others within his family whom commonly adorn their hair with kensaikan, Katsurou opts to wrap a thin strip of black silk around his forehead; who's twin tails whip in the wind behind him like fox tails. To top if all off, Katsurou doesn't carry his Zanpakutou in the traditional position;resting helplessly by his side. Instead they reside upon the small of his back, crossing horizontally across his thin waist, ready to be drawn at the briefest of moments. Personality: ~Secretly Observant~Katsurou has a knack for knowing things without people informing him, and often notices the slight changes in ones body language or tone. A talent he largely believes came from his time studying beneath a former Head Interrogator of the Rukobantai.Predominant Personality TraitMany claim to be observant. More openly admit to it. Unlike the common breed,Katsurou hides his observant nature by appearing to be unconcerned or interested in the things around him - and thus frequently fools his peers when he speaks. He's able to pick up the subtle, and often unknown to the person, changes in a person under various circumstances. Katsurou has a love hate relationship with this particular trait. He's often thankful for his keen sense of observation as its allowed him to survive his years spent as a Captain of the Sanbantai and his few short months as a Vaizard. His hate comes from the fact that he hates knowing others, as it often goes to show he'll never have anything in common with them. ~ Secretly Soft~The bad boy routine isn't this years new thing. In fact, since the dawn of time there's always been someone who has a tough exterior while being a soft, chewy cookie on the inside. Katsurou is one such man.Predominant Personality TraitHow many people do we know like this? Outwardly cold, and uncaring while truly having a warm, soft heart? The bad boy routine is something Katsurou pulls off with an A - able to fool those around him into thinking he could care less about any and everything around him; often resulting in pushing away others.This trait is a defensive one for Katsurou, symbolizing not only his inability to connect to those around him, but is unwillingness of it. The reason behind this is rather simple; Katsurou, like many others, is afraid of opening up to someone and getting hurt. He finds the probability of this happening in his current state to be nil, while the alternative to be highly probable; a chance he isn't willing to take. ~Secretly Musical~There are some that can open up a door to the outside world and see anything worthy singing about. Others often find themselves incapable of resisting the urge to burst into song at the slightest hint of emotion. Katsurou counts himself among such men.Predominant Personality TraitSomewhere inside Katsurou resides a secret Artist. One that beats at the cage door to be freed, if even for a moment. On the occasion Katsurou allows himself to be so, and will set himself upon whatever his muse desires. Painting, sketching and sculpting are among his preferred methods of relieving his 'itch' - some have even been recognized in Art Weekly. This trait is applied to his daily life in a plethora of ways, but none more frequently that his desire to show case his art; his primary way of connecting with people. He relies on his artsy side to strike conversation with others. ~Openly Wise~Many confuse Wisdom with Intelligence. More confuse wisdom with age. Katsurou is the walking definition of the word.Predominant Personality TraitWhile not as old as many others of his kind, Katsurou shows an uncannily high degree of wisdom in nearly everything he does. When he speaks he comes off as someone speaking from experience. When he sets himself to a task, he sets himself upon it like a veteran of said task. Should anyone point out his wisdom, Katsurou would quickly deny the trait and instead call it the logical thing to do or say. ~Self-Reliant~The ability to rely on no one else but yourself. Few have this trait, despite the mass that swear by it. Predominant Personality TraitProbably the one thing about himself that Katsurou holds in a high regard is his ability to do nearly everything himself. From his early years as a child to now, Katsurou has always saw to it that he's taken care of; regardless of the methods required. Many find the trait in itself admirable, and some even seek to gain his degree of self-sufficiency. Secondary and Tertiary Positive TraitsCalm~ Few things are able to shake Katsurou's unwavering calm waters. The have been times when many have confused his calm nature as him being cold. The truth couldn't be further from the opposite. Katsurou feels things just as hard as others, sometimes harder. However the male is a firm believer in 'There is a time and place for everything.' Goofy~ A side rarely seen by anyone other than Desirae, and rightly so. Katsurou believes that by exposing his lighter side he'd only succeed in furthering the boundary between he and the rest of the world. Sweet~ There is a side to Katsurou that seeks to please others; one seen only by a single individual no longer amongst the living nor spiritual. This sweet, kind, compassionate characteristic stems from Katsurou's hidden inclination to see everyone smile at least once. Driven/Ambitious~ It's not often that something manages to stir Katsurou from his typical 'I'm just going to lay here' state, but there are a select from circumstances that have brought out the mans more ambitious side. When this happens nothing can even slow the man down as he seeks to complete his goal. Feels Unworthy Without Just CauseMany in our world have a feeling of inadequacy. Often, this feeling of worthlessness can be justified. Katsurou however hasn't any such reason.Predominant Personality TraitEasily a trait of Katsurou's that is ever present. He goes through his days with an eternal feeling of inadequacy. He firmly believes that his life has not, and will not ever amount to anything. This feeling of self-worth, or lack there of rather, is one of the key reasons behind why Katsurou is unable to connect and relate to others. Self-SacrificingHero's are willing to sacrifice themselves for their loved ones, and the innocent.Predominant Personality TraitNot to be confused with the Hero's version of this trait, Katsurou takes the meaning of Sacrifice to an all new level. In instances during his past, Katsurou has been known to put himself within harms way for little to no reason; and never because he thinks its the right thing to do. Instead, Katsurou is willing to sacrifice himself for another reason; he holds his life with no regard, and believes himself unworthy of living. JealousyJealousy is invariably a symptom of neurotic insecurity.Predominant Personality TraitJealousy. A trait that Katsurou despises. In truth, this trait might be better categorized as Envious. Katsurou is often jealous of the things others have that he doesn't; he's yet to resort to taking it away from them. Something that Katsurou wants that other people seem to find, if even a little, often is love. His time spent in the Human World, free to travel anywhere he pleases, has caused him to cross the paths of many people and in turn countless lovers. Somewhere deep within the confinements of his heart, which he claims to either be black as coal or non-existent, Katsurou secretly wishes to find love of his own. PrideAnger is the enemy of non-violence and pride is a monster that swallows it.Predominant Personality TraitKatsurou is a man that often finds himself beneath many things. His pride comes from his high amount of confidence in his ability to confront and fight others; strongly believing that in a brawl he cannot lose. Of course, through out his career as a Shinigami and Head Noble, Katsurou has had his ego dented finding that he is not the largest fish. Despite the lessons he's been taught on this matter, he refuses to change and may likely always retain this wretched trait. WrathfulFew know the difference in Wrath and Righteous Wrath.Predominant Personality TraitKatsurou isn't a man to anger quickly. His fuse is long and thick, often taking years to burn down. When this does happen, few have dared to stand in his way - fewer yet have braved the storm and lived to tell the tale. Katsurou can also hold a grudge for eons on end, and never misses an opportunity to exude every ounce of his wrath upon a target. It is this trait that has earned him the nickname from Desirae 'Lonely Wrath'. Secondary and Tertiary Negative TraitsApathetic: For the most part, Katsurou can be wholly uncaring about many things - himself, others, things going on around him. This trait show's specifically during the Invasion of Hueco Mundo, during the Blood Moon War, when he stood idly by whilst countless soldiers within his division perished at the hand of the Arrancar. Mood Killer: Katsurou lacks the ability to maintain a set mood, and as a result has the ability to completely kill it. Whether it be from something he says to his facial expressions, Katsurou is a renowned mood killer. Lack's Sense of Humor: Humor isn't something Katsurou fully understands. Often he's been found in a theater with Desirae, with the crowd around him erupting, while he remains silent - stuffing his face with popcorn or soda. This trait often leads others to think Katsurou is standoffish or rigid. --------------------History-------------------- History:- The First Born:
Unlike many others of his kind, whom all were first born as humans until eventually crossing over into Soul Society, Katsurou was born a Shinigami. A pure spirit, one untarnished by the hardships of human life, born to the Noble Spirits Kokujin Nami and Kokujin Nakamatsu. He was not only their first born son, but their first born child. As a result, from the very beginning, large quantities of hopes and expectations were placed upon his shoulders. After all, if there family was to have any hopes of surviving within the newly established Gotei, they would need their first born heir to be both the absolute best Noble and Shinigami the Seireitei had ever seen.
As an infant, life for Katsurou was as one could expect from such a wealthy Noble Family. Showered in pretentious love and gifts, he was likely the happiest he would ever be. Often, during his times spent in solitude, Katsurou wonders just how different life had been if he hadn't been the first of his siblings. Shortly after Katsurou turned two, he was blessed with the role of an elder brother; having gained twin siblings. It was then that things had begun to change. His parent's attention was now split between three children, yet the arrival of two new males did little to spread the heavy burden his parents had set upon him. By the age of five, the Kokujin house had grown exponentially; Nami and Nakamatsu having birthed two more children, and countless others of the extended family getting married and producing heirs of their own.
It was on his fifth birthday that Katsurou was introduced to the keystone of change in his life; his very own katana. Yet something set his apart from the other children's katana's. It was real. Forged in the hottest pits of Seireitei, and folded from the most expensive metal money could buy, this katana was as real as any soldiers. It was this katana, this tool of death his family insisted was a tool of life, that he was forced to begin training with.
Life had rapidly changed. The spoiling had ended, and in its place had been filled with a heinous stinging sensation; not that the sensation was only there. Just before dawn he was forced to rise and quickly ready himself before meeting his father in the Dojo so that they might begin that days training session. Failure provoked harsh lashings across his flesh and success was met with disappointed looks that were soon followed up with another lashing or two. Nothing at that point was good enough for them. Their son, their heir, would have to be forged in the very same way his sword had been; in a fiery pit before being hammered into shape.
What could have very well been eons passed him by. His years as a child had been more like years as a prisoner. While his siblings and others of his age were out playing and laughing, he was set to work. Shunpo, Zanjutsu, Battle Tactics and even the Tea Ceremony. Each day was something new to learn, but all too familiar punishments to endure. He'd by that blade his family wanted him to be; whether it killed him or not.
- Academy Life:
By the time he was twenty, Katsurou had learned from some of the top Shinigami of the era. Lead Interrogators, Master Tacticians, members of the Onmitsukido, and countless experts in Zanjustsu and Shunpo had all seen first hand just how deep the pockets of the Kokujin was, and exactly how far they were willing to go in order to ensure their first born son was the absolute best Shinigami any had ever seen. Day in, and day out things didn't change. They remained static, frozen as if in a loop in time. This continued on well into the Heir's second century of life.
At the age of two hundred and twelve, Nami and Nakamatsu decided it was time for their son to enter Shinōreijutsuin; the academy the Captain Commander required all future Shinigami graduate from before officially enlisting in his army. What Katsurou hadn't expected was to learn just how different from his peers he was. The vast majority had all led human lives, and sense their departure from that world into his, had resided within the Rukongai; practically the slums of all Soul Society. They all had little to no training in any field, and could hardly produce even the most basic of Kido spells; not that he was much different as Kido had certainly been something he severely lacked the necessary knack for.
Even compared to the few other Nobles within the academy he was different. They were significantly younger than he, and had been given the opportunity to live a life of comfort before enlisting. Most didn't take the classes seriously, knowing that their station as a Noble would likely be enough to get them to graduation. Such a comfort hadn't crossed his mind. Each class he took as seriously as he did his training as a child. His parents wouldn't allow him to simply scrape by with bare minimum grades, and would definitely see him thoroughly punished for even attempting to harm the families reputation.
The art of the sword was something Katsurou had mastered, or nearly so, at an early age. As a result, it was in this class that he scored perfect marks, yet it's not because of this score that he remembers the class so fondly. Desirae Anasov was a young and upcoming star amongst the Rukongai citizens. Unlike many of the Shinigami recruited from the slums who had all lived within the gutter for hundreds of years, she had barely peaked into her first century when the Gotei contacted her.
At first, she was just another body in the school to Katsurou; another sack of meat and bone that was largely invisible to him. However, during a fateful sparring session in class, Katsurou was pit against the school's rising star. Many thought the outcome would be clear, Katsurou being the obvious victor, while some believed Desirae would climb on top. The truth couldn't have been further from either of these two, as after a grueling two hour clash the battle resulted in a draw.
Confusing at it was for some, both the combatant's were more than aware as to why the duet ended the way it did. Katsurou had seen something in her ears, had felt a spark. She too had seen something, and felt the undeniable burning of attraction in the pit of her stomach.
After their encounter, the pair were hardly ever seen without the other. Rumors spread of the star crossed lovers, and before long the news reached the ears of the Kokujin.
- Family or Love:
On graduation day, the Kokujin summoned their son back to the estate. Well aware that by now his parents had heard about his relationship with a lowly denizen of the Rukongai, Katsurou anticipated their plot. They'd first request that he cast her aside, label her as little more than a childish infatuation. After he denied them, they'd demand he drop her or they'd be forced to remove him from the family. An empty threat he believed. They'd let him linger in limbo for no longer than a year, maybe two, before realizing he was their son.
Ten years passed by and Katsurou hadn't heard a word from his parents. Not that he cared. He'd made Lieutenant of the Third Division, and have been given sole authority over the reconnaissance teams that ventured into the World of the Living. He and Desirae were a strong couple, on and off the battlefield, the pair were an unstoppable duo. Through each tribulation and hardship they endured, not as individuals but as a pair. They were quickly labeled Soul Society's power couple, a couple that together could reshape the very foundations of the Society.
A hundred years into his position as Lieutenant, Katsurou received the news that his Taicho had fallen ill; the exact type of illness was never relayed to him. Soon after he was called in by the Captain Command to preform the Captaincy Exam. Secretly, with Desirae, he had trained. Sleep was something either only saw an hour or two of for years as they endured diligently the hardships of obtaining Bankai. None, other than Desirae herself, had witnessed the Kokujin's Legacy Zanpakutou. It was only after the Captain Commander demanded that he demonstrate his release that Katsurou did so, allowing but a sliver of the power his Bankai granted to be released.
Captaincy was his, unanimously.
- Blood Moon War:
An unaccounted amount of time went by, and soon Soul Society declared all out war against the Arrancar; Against Las Noches itself. The invasion was done on a massive scale; hundreds of thousands of Shinigami poured into Hueco Mundo through the Dangai. The sounds of blades parting flesh, and crimson fluid of life splattered across the white sands could be heard from nearly anywhere in the realm. The fighting seemed endless..
Katsurou and many of the other Captain's had engaged the Espada with fervor. Blade met blade, Kido exploded against Cero, Hakuda collided with Hierro. Things began to look grim as more and more of Shinigami fell, even Captains had begun to meet bittersweet results. Katsurou refused to die. Refused to be the first amongst the Captains to fall to the Arrancar..
Katsurou's blade met the blade of the Septima Espada, and together they waltzed in bloody combat for what seemed like days. Blow was matched with blow, Cero was met with Kido. Neither seemed to be losing or gaining ground. The fight was evenly matched until..
Katsurou's booted heel caught the side of a down Hollow, and with his momentum, he began falling. Arms widen, the Septima's blade was run through his chest and into his Saketsu and Hakusui. For reasons unknown to Katsurou, the Septima Espada decided the best way to kill his opponent was to flood his very body with it's own Reiatsu. With a might surge of power, the Septima's Reiatsu flooded into Katsurou's body; tainted his soul to the very core. However, time would not allow the Espada to witness the Captain's destruction, and before any others could save him, the Septima opened a Garaganta so that it might swallow the fallen Captain whole.
Into the darkness of Death Katsurou plummeted, his last vision was watching his beloved rush towards his descending body.
- Fate Is a Cruel Mistress:
Into the depths of the Dangai Katsurou plummeted, his body rapidly changing under the immense pressure of the Septima's Reiatsu inside of him. Vision had been stripped from him, having been blocked by a milky white substance over his eyes. His sense of touch had been left unaltered, and he was left to endure the excruciating pain of his body being torn apart and reconstructed in the Espada's own image.
The exact details of his rescue were never revealed to Katsurou, all that he was told is that the man known as Vai'el had seen it fit to save him. The damage the Septima Espada had caused was irreversible, and the method Vai'el had used to save him had left Katsurou forever changed.
Inside of him was a fiend; a dastardly beast that constantly scratched and slammed at it's cage. It roared to be released and refused to submit to it's host. Even to this day the beast known only as Kasho Keiteki plots of overthrow it's host. Only time will tell who will truly be King.
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