Zafaron Uriuc (Shinigami)

Name: Zafaron Uriuc

Gender:Male

Age: 515 years old but looks to be in his late twenties.

Personality: Zafaron's personality and attitude tends to change depending on whether he is working, fighting or relaxing. When he has work that needs to be completed he is extremely serious and does not allow distractions to bother him. He also will be easily irritated by things that slow down his work progress and has been known to literally throw people out of his office if they annoy him too much. He values efficiency and often experiments to see which methods of working get the fastest results. However, he also makes sure that the quality of his work does not drop either. He also will use all the time he can to get paperwork finished, often skipping meals and pulling all-nighters until he is done. He actually hates paperwork and would rather burn all of it in a pile then actually complete it, but he works hard to get it out of the way so he can go back to training or relaxing.

When he is relaxing he is much calmer and loves having fun. He enjoys playing games and will often pull pranks on other members of his company. He loves a good joke and laughs extremely loudly to the point that people give him weird glances. When not playing games, he usually spends his time reading books. His usual reading material consists of books on battle techniques and strategies but he will aslo sometimes read for pleasure. He does not let the small things in life get to him and will usually have forgotten about a rude comment or action minutes after it has occurred. It is very difficult to actually get him angry as he usually will just ignore those that try to provoke him. He tends to care very little about his rank and will talk with people of all kinds of ranks like equals, laughing and joking all the while.

However,in a true battle Zafaron is completely serious. He put his full effort into battle and rarely will go easy on a foe when he feels threatened. It usually takes a few seconds into a battle before he releases his shikai and if the enemy is not crushed in a few minutes he will switch to his bankai. This is in direct contrast to how he was when he was younger. He was originally a battle junky who loved to be in the middle of the battles destroying everything in front of him with reckless abandon. However, as his responsibilities increased,he realized that his wild nature could put his subordinates at risk. He still will have fun during sparring matches or practice fights, but becomes a true harbinger of doom otherwise. He also tries to keep the other members of his division safe at all time but is aware that sometimes sacrifices have to be made for the good of the Gotei as a whole. While this has led some people to feel that he is a cold individual, he prefers to think of himself as a realist.


Appearance: Zafaron is a large man about 6' 7" and weighs around two hundred fifty pounds. His body is very well toned and muscled but not to the point of being overly muscular. He has long, pitch black hair that he usually ignores. Most of the time it just runs wild and is a tangled mess. Whenever it gets too out of control he will usually slice it short with his sword. He cares little for appearances so he just wears the regular outfit. The only part of his appearance that he keeps really nice is his facial hair. He hates beards because they make his face itch but he has a large black mustache that he always keeps trimmed. His eyes are a dark grey.

Underneath his kimono he has a variety of scars from various battles. He has a weird habit of making designs with his scars in place of tattoos. On his left shoulder he has made a sun pattern while on his right shoulder blade he has made a star pattern. He also has a large scar on his stomach that he has expanded to look like a horn.

Zanpakutô Spirit:

Zafaron's zanpakuto is the angelic-like being known as Havon. Standing about six feet tall, the white haired being is usually dwarfed by his much taller master. He wears a white robe that slowly turns red as Zafaron's bloodlust increases. When Zafaron is at full power and is completely enthralled in battle the robe turns completely blood red matching the color of Havon's eyes. Bursting out of Havon's back is two large wings that extend almost to the floor. The wings are constantly changing and continue in a full cycle. While they are initially large and full of beautiful white feathers, they begin to slowly decay and eventually crumble to dust leaving only the bones of the wings remaining. But out of the bones sprout new feathers to replace the old ones. Due to this constant cycle of creation and destruction, Havon is not actually able to use his wings to fly and usually stands on the ground. Instead of having feet, both of his legs end in a large hourglass. At his waist he has two swords shaped like clock hands.

Havon tends to be a bit of a jerk to Zafaron most of the time due to his wish that Zafaron would fight on the front lines more. However, he will be helpful if they are in danger by giving out advice and shouting at his wielder until Zafaron continues fighting. Havon is only truly happy when Zafaron gets a chance to go wild against a group of enemies. When not in battle he tends to be quiet and if asked for input he will generally ignore his master. Zafaron's attempts to talk with his zanpakuto usually devolve into a staring contest between the two until either of them loses patience. There are a few times that Havon will even try to get physically violent with Zafaron if he has gone for too long without a good battle, but usually avoids this method because he often loses due to being blinded by the bloodlust.

Havon resides in the middle of a huge barren wasteland covered in corpes of various giant monsters. Usually the land is very dry with little moisture in the air and dry cracked ground all around. Only a few small plants can survive and only for brief periods. However, when Zafaron engages in battle the entire world begins to change with thousands of grasses and plants bursting through the soil feeding off of the released bloodlust. It is likely for this reason that Havon dislikes when Zafaron is not in battle due to the harsh climate he resides in otherwise.

Sealed Zanpakutô : A silver longsword with four blue lines that are etched vertically down the blade from the hilt to the tip. The hilt is grey but has four tassels. One tassel is red, one is yellow, one is purple, and the last is black.

Shikai Description: Due to his shapeshifting ability, Zafaron's shikai has different appearances.

Shikai: The neutral form of Havon is a disk about the size of a hubcap with the image of a clock on the front side.

Dawn: A four foot long spear with a red triangle shaped head. It has all the tassels except for the red one
Noon: A yellow longsword similar to the sealed form except without the blue lines or the yellow tassel.
Dusk: A simple purple battle axe with a metallic handle and is missing the purple tassel.
Midnight: A large, black spiked mace and is missing the black tassel.


Shikai Abilities: Havon's basic ability (thought it is considered a technique) is to shape shift from one weapon form to another. Due to Zafaron's knowledge of battle strategies and weapon techniques he can switch and use the proper weapon for the situation he finds himself in. He can also use the disk form as a shield (though not a very effective one due to its size) or to get rid of any negative effect another person's ability has placed upon any of the weapon forms.

Time's Blockade: While in disk form, Havon can create a barrier around Zafaron that can absorb large amounts of damage. While this is occurring the clock image glows blue and the hands move. When they reach their starting position again the shield ends. The shield acts like a one way path. Attacks can't enter the shield but Zafaron can attack through the shield. 4 Turns of protection, 3 Turns for cooldown.

(Figure I don't need more skills because I can do A LOT with the shapeshifting ability alone.)

Release: Zafaron throws his sword into the air while yelling "Let time shatter, Havon!" As it falls back down towards his hand it shifts into the default shield mode.

(You CANNOT fill the skill levels in until your tier is assigned. )
Skill Level: Kidou: Beginner - Zafaron has an understanding of a few kidos, but not much besides that.
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced - The core of Zafaron's fighting style is his knowledge of swordsmanship and weapon combat.
Skill Level: Shunpo: Adept - Zafaron isn't a flash master at all but he can at least use it when he needs to. Not the slowest but more average level.
Skill Level: Hand-to-Hand: Adept - Zafaron has medium level skills with hand to hand combat in case he is disarmed or needs to do some really up close damage.

(Will fill in Bankai information if allowed one)

Bankai Description: (The appearance of you and the sword, assuming it still is a sword)

Bankai Abilities: (Your sword's abilities now that it is in its ultimate stage)

History/Background: In life Zafaron was a bodyguard for a group of Japanese nobles. He was well versed in various martial arts and was also taught to use a variety of weapons. While he was one of the top bodyguards, he was one day injured when trying to protect the noble's son during an attempted kidnapping. His lung was extremely damaged and though he survived he had trouble breathing after the event. He was ordered not to fight anymore in case he would reopen the injury. While disappointed at the loss of his job, he went on to become a trainer of the other bodyguards. He lived for several years teaching his knowledge before eventually dying from a wound that became infected.

After death he lived for several decades in Rukongai. While there he made alot of connections with other souls and was easily accepted into his new "family". His district was relatively peaceful so he was able to practice his weapon skills in peace while at the same time having fun with the other people. He became a bit of a father figure to many of the younger children and a peacekeeper when people got into arguments.While he enjoyed his new life and loved the people around him, he constantly felt like there was something missing in his life. His peaceful existence felt slightly uncomfortable. He ignored the feeling for years but some of his friends sensed that he wasn't completely happy.

Eventually they began to try to persuade him to at least try to become a Shinigami. He was at first extremely opposed to the idea of leaving his home and felt that it was better to maintain his current existence. After a year they finally broke him down enough that he agreed to at least see a shinigami to see if he was even remotely qualified to become one himself. A friend's friend's friend who had many friends within the Seiretei managed to get the sixth seat of fifth company to test him. The shinigami quickly realized that, while he had very little control over it, Zafaron actually had a decent level of reiatsu. Added with the fact that his fighting capabilities were already impressive due to training for so many years, he was quickly accepted into the academy. He spent his six years in the academy learning the basics of fighting hollows and how to use his reiatsu properly. He also honed his fighting skills even further and learned some basic kido skills to complement his other abilities.

He ended up having a lot of fun in the academy. While he was one of the older people in the academy, it mattered little to those around him. He focused a lot on zanjutsu and Hakuda and excelled in those classes. However he had more difficulty with learning shunpo and struggled a lot with learning how to use kido properly. This was partially because he had some issues with controlling his spiritual energy but also because he just wasn't interested in them. He didn't enjoy ranged combat and felt that something was missing if he was fighting with something other than his fists or his sword. However, always a realist, he understood the benefit of at least learning a few important kidos in case his zanjutsu skills weren't enough to carry him through a battle. He ended up graduating in the upper half of his class, never at the very top, but high enough that he was satisfied with his performance.

After graduating from the Academy he was immediately accepted into 11th company due to his battle skills. While he started out in an unseated position he still enjoyed his time in the division. He made a lot of friends with the members and spent a lot of time fighting and training with his comrades. After a few more years of training he finally learned of his zanpakutos name and was able to gain control over his shikai. However, to his surprise, his zanpakuto was very tight lipped about the powers contained within his shikai. While gaining shikai gave him the right to request a transfer to a seated position, he initially denied it due to not trusting his ability to control his bankai. After all as he explained, he wasn't going to be very useful if all he could do was smack hollows with a flat disk.

Finally he worked out a deal with Havon, for every fifty hollows he destroyed, Havon would give one piece of information on how to effectively use his shikai. With no other option, Zafaron agreed and began the long process of learning how to switch Havon's forms and which weapons were available to him. Halfway through this process, he began to understand Havon's purpose with this process. It gave time for Zafaron to learn how to properly wield each weapon available to him individually and afterwards how to call upon their combined might. Havon explained that it was a necessary step to make his wielder as strong as possible and to keep him from only using one weapon and ignoring the others. Despite this fact he still ended up favoring the mace form over the other weapons but maintained a level of excellence with each.

Having finally gained a decent amount of control over his shikai, Zafaron applied once again for a seated position and rose through the ranks. However, while he still enjoyed his fighting on the front lines with his division, he felt that there was more he could be doing to help out the division. While keeping up with his training, he started to also started to study various strategies from books he got from the Archives. He began to gain a strong interest in military leadership and strategy to try to help out his division, especially considering their first instinct was usually "there is enemy, run towards enemy, apply swords to enemy until dead". After an assault group he was in suffered an ugly loss against a hollow camp due to lack of leadership, he finally made up his mind to find a new way to help.

The opportunity ended up presenting itself sooner than he expected. With a change in the seats in seventh division, there was an open position available. Despite the protests of a few of his friends, Zafaron finally applied for a transfer to be of better use to his beloved 11th company. He was approved for the transfer and has gone further up the seated positions since. To his relief his friends have also gotten over their irritation over his division switch after he was assigned to lead them in a mission against another hollow group. The mission was a complete success due to the camaraderie that Zafaron shared with the other 11th division members. While they usually ignored or only half listened to the orders of shinigami from other divisions, they grudgingly listened to Zafaron due to the rank he had achieved while still in 11th division. With several successful missions and his constant training and studying, Zafaron has managed to make his way to the top ranks of the 7th division.

Roleplay Sample: Feeling himself finish his fall into darkness Zafaron opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. The customary dusty plains, stretching as far as the eye could see, instantly greeted him. A tremendous decomposing skeleton of some unknown monster was the only noticeable landmark. He quietly raised an eyebrow at the sight. Usually there was a group of smaller skeletons rather than one giant one. However, its significance, if there even was any, was of little importance at that moment.

He scanned around searching for any sign of life or movement in the area. It seemed as if nothing actually lived in this harsh land besides some small scattered clumps of grass. However, Zafaron knew that this was anything but true. There was one inhabitant of this world, but he had not shown himself yet. Zafaron wasn't surprised at this though, heck he would have been surprised if it had been different. Havon had always seemed to harbor some level animosity towards Zafaron for some unexplained reason and if he didn't want to appear, he usually wouldn't.

However, Zafaron wasn't going to allow his sword that luxury today. He crossed his legs and sat down on the cracked earth ignoring the dust that was roaring past him covering him in a fine film. He had already given out warnings to the other members of his company that he would likely be busy communicating with his sword for awhile. Luckily he would sometimes help out the others with their workloads as well so they were willing to pick up his slack. He had also made it clear before that he had been having issues with his zanpakuto, and that it was necessary that he settle matters with it before it caused issues in a battle. But as expected the person in question didn't seem to want to appear which made it difficult to settle anything.

Luckily Zafaron knew enough about his sword to be able to force him to at least talk with him. One of Havon's worst faults was that he was extremely impatient. If Zafaron stayed in one place long enough, Havon would quickly get irritated and try to get rid of him personally. It would just be too frustrating for Havon to see his wielder sitting down calmly and patiently while he was in a terrible mood. Preparing himself for the eventual confrontation, Zafaron closed his eyes and began to meditate, clearing his mind of all thoughts. Time seemed to be nonexistent in this bizarre world but he continued to wait. After what may have been minutes or may have been months, the sound of wings and footsteps punctuated the silence. Zafaron slowly opened his eyes and looked at the spirit of his sword.

The angelic figure slowly walked towards him, his hourglass feet clicking against the ground. The dark scowl on his face showed that he wasn't even trying to hide how annoyed he was. "I assume you want to know why I have been resisting you when you fight? That would be the only reason you would have wasted this much time here. It isn't to look at the scenery, that is for sure." He spat on the ground, the liquid being quickly absorbed into the dirt.

Zafaron just sat still. He wasn't going to say anything. The moment he opened his mouth, Havon would probably leave again complaining about any number of things unrelated to the core problem. He instead just waited for the moment when Havon would finally crack and divulge his feelings. Apparently his sword's anger was greather then he had realized as the torrent of emotion came sooner then he had expected it.

"Look at this world!" Havon suddenly shouted angrily. Zafaron flinched slightly at the outburst but quickly regained his composure. "Do you see how terrible this world looks currently? This isn't how it has to be! There are times when it is lush and beautiful. When you dance through battle bringing death to you enemies this world is revitalized. When you are serious and truly put your effort into fighting it is wonderful to reside here. The plants bloom and blossom, these disgusting carcasses return to life, and time flows again." Zafaron blinked at the revelation that the corpses sometimes returned to life. It explained how they seemed to move despite being dead. "During those times living here is just...." Havon seemed to struggle with the words for a moment. "GLORIOUS! But do you do that anymore? No, instead you just spend your time cooped up in your office signing forms and studying up on fighting THEORY. You don't even spar with the other members of your division like you used to. You and this world are stagnating despite all the time I placed in making you stronger."

"All I want from you is to truly use me to my fullest capabilities. I just want you to remember what it is like when battle makes your blood boil and you can feel the bloodlust coursing through your mind. I can see it in your eyes that you understand these words, but why do you not follow through with it? Why do you just leave me here with nothing but the dust and the corpses as my companion. Is there any true reason for it, or should I cease to give you my strength anymore? Perhaps I should have made it 1000 hollows before I let you even learn a single thing from me."

With a single motion Zafaron rose to his feet. Without displaying a single emotion he walked right up to his sword and with the same level of calm and self-control he suddenly punched the angelic being in the jaw. Surprised by the sudden attack Havon was knocked off his feet and landed heavily on the ground. He began to struggle to get up but failed when he couldn't get enough traction with his hourglass feet. Frustrated and confused he finally looked over the shinigami that was towering over him standing at full height.

"I will give you credit that you are my zanpakuto. Without your guidance and knowledge I would never have gotten to where I am now. Your counsel and advice has been necessary in all of my endeavors over the years. You are part of me, just like this world, your physical form, and this body of mine." Zafaron looked down at his fallen zanpakuto, his eyes full of passion, power, and an energy that Havon hadn't seen in years. "But it is exactly because of those facts that I cannot allow you to continue acting with such immaturity!"

Havon shuddered at the sudden bellow and scratched at the ground as he once again tried to scramble to his feet to regain some semblance of dignity. However he stopped as his hand grabed a large flower right next to him, one that hadn't been near him before. He quickly looked back at Zafaron, a small grin starting to form on his face.

"You say I have forgotten what it means to have my blood boiling and the bloodlust flowing? You think that I have completely distanced myself from my fighting spirit." With each word huge plants began to force their way through the ground, drawn to the source of the world itself. "I will never, and can never forget the wonders of battles. I study, I learn, I grow. All of this for the sake of my power and the battles that I will lead in the future. If you think that I am not worthy of your power, then prove it right now." These final words were accompanied by a tremendous bellow as the carcasse behind him lifted itself off the ground, flesh covering what had previously been bone. The entire world had completely changed from its appearance upon his earlier entrance. Life and energy was now pulsing through the area surrounding and embracing the shinigami and his zanpakuto.

Havon remained silent for a moment as he gazed at the world around him. "It seems I was wrong. I thought it was bloodlust that would wake up this world, but it just seems like passion in general will do so." He clicked his tongue before pushing off the ground and standing up, his wings once again forming new feathers to replace the old. "It seems I have underestimated you again. Perhaps I was wrong in thinking you had lost what you once had. If you can keep showing me that you can pull something like this off," he slowly walked over to a tree that had grown nearby pulling a branch off, "then I guess I will continue to give you my power. But be ready, if I think that you are slacking off, you will have to prove yourself again. I can't be wielded by just anyone after." With a sarcastic smile he turned away and walked away.

Zafaron watched him go for awhile before finally sighing. "Thats all you had to say in the beginning moron." With that he vanished from his inner realm to return to his real world duties.



Would prefer something around Tier 1-3+ if possible. >.>
Would like to make a captain.

He's a bit young for a Captain (Shugosha was added because the last captain retired/quit).

I see....

Used to sites where the characters are a lot younger then that. After all even Byakuya was likely around 200 years old when he became captain in the canon manga. Same with gin considering they looked like kids 100 years before the canon. Course they were also pretty damn strong but I apparently looked at all the wrong apps on this site >.> Looked at your captains that were either unknown age or in their 400s.

Ah well, doubt I can change it now. Thats what you get when you don't look at ALL the captain apps. Gonna try for vice then I guess.

Well, considering that most eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrryyyyyyyyyone is over 400, your point is kinda moot. And considering that souls age much slower than regular humans, we can't assume ages of canons. I mean, hell. Look at Yamamoto...he didn't age much. Age doesn't mean everything, but it does mean something.

Well your captains currently are

1256
1000
Unknown (Unohana)
400
Unknown (Byakuya)
300 (Added due to captain quitting)
429
Unknown (Hitsuguya)
Unknown (Kenpachi)
Unknown (Kurotsuchi)
413 (Ichigo)
1175

So they kind of seem all over the place. So while the canons are for sure over 400 years due to the plot jumping 400 years, that means they were likely captains before they were 400 years old in the first place. >.>

But anyways not going to argue it any further because it doesn't matter and I don't care. Just wanted to point out that it is a tad confusing when I am told that and the numbers don't exactly match up.

But anyway the captain position was already reserved so in the end the point is once again moot. Will just go up tiers other ways and hopefully will one day get the spot. Or at the very least get my bankai soon, I miss it T.T.