Kit [Approved 4-3]

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• Name: Kit (Doesn't go by a last name, lacks a family from which he'd take one from)
• Titles: No titles or special nicknames.
• Gender: Kit identifies as male.
• Appearance Age: Appears young, age could be pinpointed in the mid - late teens (17 - 19).
• Age: 187
• Affiliation/Rank: Gotei-13: Sixth Division

• Appearance Description: Kit is a small, frail looking individual. A lithe, lighter frame designed more for speed and prowess for finesse, with dark black hair that cascades down to the top of his shoulders, often falling over the left side of his face (obscuring his left eye), though will often use barrettes to pull his hair back just enough so he may retain vision. Otherwise, Kit has striking bright purple eyes that are a little on the large side, adding to his younger appearance and giving him a more innocent disposition. Usually the shy and quiet sort, he's often taken to making himself seem smaller (often by leaning back on walls, or in corners, bowing his head down and so forth), adding to this, Kit is far more pale than the average individual, even in death. Despite his paleness, his darker features (bright pink lips, black and thin eyebrows, black hair, etc...) are all brought out in contrast, often acting as focus points for those who do look at him.

One thing to note about Kit is that he appears very androgynous: it's hard to immediately pin Kit as male or female from the get-go, even with his lack of breasts. Generally speaking Kit dislikes those who do make assumptions one way or the other and, even when sometimes voicing his feelings on the matter, it's still a challenge to figure it out as he has a lighter, higher pitched voice whilst speaking normally. Important to also take note of is his attire: it may range, when in casual wear or dress wear, from skirts and dresses to the usual, traditional attire of most males -- Kit prefers skirts and dresses, and in extension longer robes and the like, on the nature that they feel and appear more elegant to him. Generally, however, he will stick to wearing his usual shinigami attire as he doesn't enjoy dealing with people who may otherwise pick at him, on him, or toss unnecessary hardship his way based upon his desired attire.

Kit is a short individual, roughly around five foot six inches, and is quite a light individual as well (around 160lbs, roughly). This shinigami also carries a small, leatherbound book with him wherever he goes, often on a chain that hangs from his belt pending on what his current attire is.

* Unless specified otherwise, Kit's default attire is the general, usual shinigami uniform.
* The design and color of Kit's barrettes do change and often reflect his mood for the day.
* Has been known to put flowers in his hair.

• Appearance Picture: I don't have an image right now, it may change in the future if one is created or I find an official anime character that looks strikingly similar as a face claim. (I have never really found any existing official art from other series that work for him, however).
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• Personality: I can only give a general overview of the character as of now, though his personality is subject to change pending on how he grows as his story unfolds and pending with whom he interacts with down the line.

Generally, Kit is a very shy and withdrawn sort of person. He takes solace in peace, tranquility and does enjoy being out in nature where the wind carries the soft scents of flowers, the scent of a fresh rainfall, a place where birds sing their melodies to one another, where leaves rustle gently and quietly: simply, he enjoys a quiet, yet lively space. From this, the shinigami has developed an adoration for flowers and the natural world, often pained to see it brought to harm or to learn of it becoming a rarity throughout all the wars, fighting and violence that seems to encapsulate the worlds. Holding nothing more than a desire for peace and order, he has grown distasteful of war and conflict, although will take part if the cause is just enough or if orders compel him to do so -- otherwise, he is a pacifist. He won't instigate fights and, if thrust into a non-lethal situation, will often choose to fall instead of fight needlessly. There are always exceptions, namely if something he cares about -- or someone -- is threatened in front of him and he holds the power to oppose the threat, he will do so and use whatever force is deemed necessary, if able.

Additionally, Kit is an incredibly curious and wondrous sort of person. Usually his desire to learn about something new will trump his shyness as curiosity overcomes him, compelling him to climb out of his shell and excitedly ask questions, childishly fawn over whatever the object or person is, all the while wanting to learn how it works -- usually by accidentally stress testing said object. In this respect, he often seems like a kid in a candy shop, dribbling off questions at a rapid rate ("What's this do? That do? What's this for, oops was that important? Is it broken? How does it fix? Does it fix itself, do I fix it if I do thi--oh, no..."). Around friends, family, or those who have earned his trust, respect and comfort, he will be a far more open and talkative sort of person, often having a hard time pushing back thoughts and thoughtlessly blurting out information (e.g: Stating an attraction for someone aloud, or making a terribly written joke taken from the depths of the internet, or making puns he ripped from a book).

Easily flustered and confused around strangers, especially in social situations, the young appearing shinigami often keeps to himself as stated above and this is how most people would encounter him.

• Likes:

- Holds an adoration for flowers.
- Loves nature, storms and rain.
- Loves chocolate with a fiery passion.
- Is only attracted to other males, will often stare at those who particularly enrapture him, or act dumbly around them (Blushing, extreme stuttering, walking into things, sudden bouts of extreme clumsiness that may end with a trip to a hospital).
- Writing, reading and creating art -- is a particularly adept artist in his own right, from a natural talent for drawing coupled with spending the century practicing and refining his style through the application of patience.
- Loves swimming, though will often forgo the activity due to self conscious feelings about himself.
- Compliments, he has little self-confidence in most regards, so compliments help to boost him up and are a particularly good way to get in his good graces.
- Protecting others when he can do so.
- Actually enjoys the company of friendly, outgoing people and often enjoys flirtatious people on the grounds that they entertain him.
- Friendly sparring, Kit understands that he is not the best combatant around, though will happily help others practice even though he understands he will most likely lose. Generally due to not taking sparring seriously, though he is a fairly adept fighter and combatant when he feels the need to put forth a serious effort due to serious circumstances.
- Hanging out with people he likes, even though not the sort for parties and the like, he does enjoy spending time with friends when time allows.
- Rolling down hills.
- Fish (Eating)
- Terrible, trashy romance novels. Reads them often, often repeats lines from them if holding a desire to be noticed by someone he has a particular interest in (rarely ends well).
- Adores birds, draws them more than most other animals sans foxes, and will break down into cutesy baby pet talk if he runs into own and is allowed to be close to it.
- Also adores snakes and other reptilian creatures.
- May like plenty of other things, but as I can't pin them down right now, they'll be left to discovery through character growth.
- Can be something of a masochist, in that physical pain doesn't do much in way of deterring him and, there are times, where it may invigorate him to put in more effort and excite him in a fight.

• Dislikes: (This is self explanatory. What does your character dislike?)

- Needless violence and mayhem.
- Insults and those who prey upon others who are weaker than them.
- People who betray him, use him, manipulate him or otherwise break his trust and hurt him.
- Those who are particularly obnoxious, loud and intrusive.
- Large crowds (Parties, for example).
- Loud, sudden noises (Easily frightened when feeling at ease)
- Bad pick up lines, like, really bad ones to the point where it seems almost an art form to think up something quite so poor.
- When people harp on him for wearing a dress if he chose to wear one for an occasion, same with skirts and most other clothing he likes to wear.
- People who lord themselves over others, who abuse their authority to abuse others.
- Particularly frightening individuals (Those who express violent, cruel, abusive sentiments).
- His own inability to stand up for himself, often the sort to take insults rather than return them, the type to let someone punch and violently harm him without defending himself if the situation isn't a lethal one.
- War
- Spiders.
- Mice when they're freely roaming about a roam, is definitely the sort to jump on a stool and shriek.
- Other dislikes exist, but I cannot think of them at this point in time and will simply be uncovered through character interaction and growth.
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• History:

Kit's history is a complicated history, in that he never knew who his real parents and family were from as far back as he can recall -- only mere outlines, blurred out faces, brief memories of his youngest years, the ones most have long since forgotten. Exactly how he became separated from his family he does not know, nor understand: he only knows that he ended up in the care of an unsavory individual who took him in for little reason aside from manipulating, using and tricking him into committing petty crimes that would benefit his supposed guardian. From this existence, Kit became particularly adept at traveling quickly for a human, using his smaller, lithe frame to sneak about the shadows of alleys between buildings, to slip hands into pockets and take what wasn't his, to shoplift, to steal money from merchants and store owners who might have owned a small stand outside: petty theft. Most of the time it was to steal food and small objects of value, like jewelry and watches off people. Simple tasks that brought forth a benefit to the person manipulating him; often promised food and shelter and kindness in return for successful ventures and often facing violent abuse, verbal and physical, if he were to fail. At the time, the young human had a hard time seeing fault with his caretaker: he believed this was the way of all parents, that it was a something that would ultimately make him grow up to be stronger, swifter, sneakier and all around better.

Never learning how to read or write, Kit took up drawing during this troubling period of time. Usually he would draw on whatever he could, choosing to try to escape the life he had to lead and put himself in a happier space, somewhere he felt safe and comfortable: drawing vast, vivid fields and meadows dotted with all manners of flowers, from roses to lilies to lavender: anything that particularly tickled his fancy. In many ways, this became the small world in which he would retreat to during particularly stressful time periods. For many years of his young life this worked, and his drawings became better, more detailed, with more movement and flow to them, more natural strokes and depictions, oftentimes pieces of the abstract floating about these little fields in the form of mirrored worlds, or strange clouds, or a grassy sky and an endless ground.

Incidentally, conflicts would arise from his thieving. Most of the fights he ended up a part of were horrible defeats, but as those defeats continued to pile up and he spent more time trying to figure out fighting, he slowly became faster and better in fights; although, it was rare for him to put forth what he learned in order to defend himself, unless it was against those trying to kill him. After enough time he came to a level where he could, often, disarm his enemies and run, or incapacitate them via a swift blow to the nads, or by throwing grainy dirt in their eyes. Many tactics he utilized then would not be seen as honorable, though he simply behaved as he must in order to survive, not to hold up ideals of honor. As a result, most of the initial fighting kills he was able to showcase were more in line with someone who grew up with the idea to run from fights, rather than to end them. Even though he did learn some basics when it came to defend himself in the most unfavorable circumstances, he still allowed himself to be abused and mistreated by the caretaker he had mistakenly put his adoration and respect into, not able to see through the façade the individual so often put on to continue manipulating him and blindly allowing it to happen. At least, for a few more years.

On the tail end of his human life, things were getting particularly bad with how he lived. Holding residence in a city, in a poor area of an advancing city, where so many different sorts of people gathered, it only took until he ticked off the wrong person for his own world to slowly break apart. Namely in the form of being accosted out in public, a small, frail child held by the scruff of his collar, quite a ways above the ground and in the most vulnerable position riddled with fear and anxiety. This was where he learned how little he was truly cared for by the someone he thought so positively of for so long, where his life was simply dismissed as if it were worth as little as the dirt that stained his clothes. Watching someone he thought as the only person he could trust, so willingly give him up like that destroyed him. Not having the desire to protect himself further, nor the desire to truly put up any sort of inconvenience to the individual he had wronged, he met an end there. A very violent, vicious, bloody end, one he now remembers with only blurs and hollow screams.

Exactly what the impetus was behind such a violent, vicious assault he cannot recall.



Yet, after death he trudged forward.

Weaker than most physically, although generally of the faster variety who showed potential based around how precise he could react and interact with obstacles, coupled with his stronger spiritual energy harnessed in part of the violent, negative energy that permeated his death along with a decade of honing his abilities in hopes of getting into the Shinigami Academy in the first place. All of his efforts and patience were paid off upon his acceptance into the Academy, where he further learned to hone his strengths and buff up what he could of his weaknesses. An incredibly studious student, having learned basics of reading and comprehension of the language over the ten year period where he spent readying himself and through the grace of many a helpful mentor in the Soul Society, Kit spent almost all of his time focusing on doing better and improving himself, as a result, he lacked many friends.

Despite his studious efforts, there were times he went out and spent time and mingled with people. Those times were rare and generally were limited to group projects, assignments and so forth, but he did put in an effort to be social with people, even though he rarely understood them or could relate to what they had to say most of the time. Often seen as "that awkward student" Kit did excel in his studies and did decently well when it came to combat, enough for him to pass and be deemed able to hold his own, though there was much room in terms of improvement and refining his core strengths into tempered weapons -- such a thing, for Kit, would only happen through application in actual combat.

Not a remarkable Shinigami from the get-go, he is the type that shows promise in terms of further growth and development, often hosting strong spiritual energy, but lacking a way to refine it as a proper tool that could aid him in combat, or simply lacking the skill to do so. Either way, his training days since his Academy graduation have been focused around developing his physical and spiritual abilities and powers, spending hours meditating and focusing, working with his own patience to achieve a higher level as to one day prove more useful to his Division and more useful to the Soul Society as a whole, especially with the chaotic state of the world -- he only knowing of the prior War details in story, for he did not live to experience the violence that occurred 400 years ago.

Upon his graduation, Kit chose to take up arms under the Sixth Division, namely as he sees it as where he may grow most successfully as it did not appear the sort of Division that would commit itself to wanton destruction, unless there was a strict reason in which to do so, which Kit felt would then be an order to be followed and issued in the first place. Although, Kit may question rules to himself as to better understand them, same for orders, he generally assumes the best and goes with it in the end, thus giving him a rather clean record when it comes to following rules and orders and remaining within the boundaries of them. This disposition may change as he grows as a character, but is the primary reason why he felt he would fit in with the Sixth Division over others.

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• Reiatsu Color: Deep black with a bright, vivid, hot pink outline.

• Zanpakutô Spirit Name: Kanae

• Zanpakutô Spirit Appearance: She stands tall, emanating an aura of warmth and kindliness about her robed form Generally speaking, she is robed in pale purple garments made of silk, soft, smooth and glistening in the light of the inner world. Flowers and petals move across the robes as the wind rustles her raiment, giving it a strange watery effect; like watching petals float across a purple pond. Like Kit, her hair is a deep black, albeit much longer and reaching down to her waist, framing her pale and motherly countenance, one that is often with a smile on it as this particular side and disposition of Kit's Zanpakutō spirit is far more like a mother to him. Caring for his growth, working often with him, providing advice, sometimes cryptic with it, the type to resonate with his emotions and empathize with him: a more benevolent sort that holds close to many of Kit's own ideals: Peace, love and charity. If a situation calls for it, she may be harder on Kit, may treat him more harshly, use a harsher tone, or words, more akin to a mother chastising a son or daughter than anything else. Above all else, though: Kit does respect her as he would respect a parent, and in many ways Kanae appreciates this as her desire is merely to guide him to become a greater being, stronger and stronger for the better of it. As a part of his soul, most of her appearance and peaceful disposition is directly fueled from who Kit is at his core, what his soul reflects of his personality most vividly.

• Inner World: A sunny, bright world where rain occurs on occasion. Where an endless, borderless, green meadow stretches far beyond the bounds of imagination, dotted and colored with thousands of flowers of every breed and sort, panting an elaborate pattern of color that swirls throughout the luscious, green landscape. As empty as it is, there is a single structure that resides within the center of it all, one where his Zanpakutō spirit often resides, a peaceful, small structure outfitted with often naught but a table. It's a comfortable place where Kit feels safe, secure and happy -- incredibly reminiscent of his drawings throughout his younger years. Sometimes even the clouds resonate with those drawings, changing colors slowly and steadily, while the sun's light filters and changes pending on emotion, often breaking the realm of what would be physically possible in the real world.

• Sealed Zanpakutô Apperance : A long, thin blade dark as night, with a thin pinkish hue running along the sharpened edge that holds a striking similarity to the color of Kit's reiatsu. The hilt of the katana flows and wraps initially about the base of the blade, a bright, deep pink rose whose petals are holding down onto the blade in a manner where it looks like it's only starting to bloom, the metal vines flowing down to form the grip of the blade. A weapon that holds a sleeker appearance, one designed with thought for speed and fine, precise attacks and strokes.

• Sealed Zanpakutô Abilities: N/A

(As the next fields were struck out, I presumed I needn't fill them in, granted there was a note on the Shinigami template that mentioned how new characters would be prohibited from knowing their shikai and the abilities related).

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• PhatomTech: N/A (None installed or anything)

• Phantom Tech Abilities: (What can your character do with his or her's add-ons? This applies to any upgrades your character has gotten from places like The Cybermind as well.)

• Phantom Tech Powers: (This refers to things outside of Add-ons unlike Abilities. What Phantom Tech Powers are, in a sense, is basically what kind of power did your character gain from having a Cyberbrain? For example, Shadin Yuudeshi gained Imaginary Computation with his Cybernetic upgrades and has the ability to bring tangible things into existence with his computers Quantum Calculations.)

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General Skills

• Durability: Beginner
  
• General Speed: Adept
  
• Strength: Beginner
  
• Weapon Skill: Beginner
  

Racial Skills

• Hoho: Adept
  
• Kidō: Beginner
  
• Zanjutsu: Beginner
  
• Hakuda: Beginner
  

Will Skills

• Willpower/Determination: Adept
  
• Mental Deduction: Adept
  
• Pain Endurance: Beginner
  
• Focus: Adept
  

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• Roleplay Sample:

A light sound trickled out over the morning's natural music, a sound not unusual any longer, but a sound that failed to blend in with the natural melodies nonetheless. A scraping sound. A slow, methodical, scraping that continued on for a time, pausing at random intervals before starting up once again. While only those with the most acute senses would hear the disharmonious scraping, Kit took it in as one of the many sounds of his morning. It only made sense the young shinigami would adopt the rebellious song, considering it was he who made it in the first place, making it in an attempt to capture the beautiful sunrise before him, bright amethyst eyes scanning along the gilded grass, the gold dipped leaves, the fauna shifting and moving in and out of sight. Even the dark shadows scattered about the field were captured by his eyes, slender fingers deftly manipulating the pockmarked pencil he had, a few bite marks here and there from his habitual gnawing when trying to think. Sitting there, drawing in the quiet and peaceful hours of early morning was only but one way in which he held onto his dreams and desires, honing a skill of his hardly of use to many, but a skill that he practiced so as to communicate himself through imagery.

The scraping continued, slower this time. With his small journal open, one that contained nothing but drawings and sketches of various meaning and reason, Kit took a few moments to glance down at his free hand rendition of the world. As he shifted to look down, strands of his loose, black hair flitted down over his pale, smooth face that only served to tickle him lightly, a soft giggle emanating from him as he reached over on the picnic table, picking up a bright pink barrette that was topped off with a pastel green butterfly, using it to pull back his loose hair so he could see the fruit of the last hour he spent outdoors.

"It's... it's something..." he mumbled softly, speaking under his breath and gently biting down onto a pink lip as he thought about what was before him. As he refused to look at what he created, it ended up far more abstract than intended, though there was a sense of beauty about the abstract forms that dotted the pages. The trees all shifted and swerved, as if they were dancing in the sunlight flowing down over the land, shaking their leaves towards the sun, while the grass slept quietly beneath, not the sort to awaken early on. Some mis-proportioned butterflies fluttered about the scene, a couple silhouettes of birds black against the rising sun, clouds shifting through the scene, although they looked less like clouds and more like food products.

"... mmm... I'm hungry now," he complained with a small laugh, shutting his small book and leaning back, letting his somewhat long hair fall back, eyes looking up towards the seemingly infinite blue sky. "I wish... so wish that," he bit his lip as to stifle a childish giggle, "that clouds really were mashed potatoes... and that they would rain chicken... preferably cooked, not... alive," a small, nervous chuckle at the thought and the boy scratched the back of his head with a hand, shifting to look forward again, his loose robes letting the oncoming gentle breeze wash over his fair form, the shinigami letting out a sigh of relief as it washed over his features. It truly amazed him how people could sleep through such a wonderful time, or rush on by it with so many things plaguing their mind and to-do list. It felt so much nicer than the depths of a dark night, where any number of monstrosities could be lurking in the shadows.

A low groan from his stomach stirred Kit from his thoughts, peering down for a moment before letting out a defeated sigh. "Okay, okay... food it is... but, hmm," he put a graphite stained index finger to his lower lip, "where should I get it... what'm I wanting... so, so many options, so little... er, well... money, yes, but... well, I suppose not 'little' time... not much to do for today, but ah --- er, well... eh, okay." Pushing himself up in a flourish, putting his leatherbound journal away and placing the pencil gingerly in his ear, the youthful individual stretched out his arms and back, yawning for a moment as he glanced down to where he may find something to eat.

"Let's goooooooo..." he looked around briefly, pointing off in a random direction, "that way. Foodwards." Without another word, he straightened himself up and headed out towards his desired direction, heading off in the opposite direction, but picking the correct direction is rarely how an adventure is fostered.

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• Willpower/Determination: Adept
  
• Mental Deduction: Adept
  
• Pain Endurance: Beginner
  
• Focus: Adept