Izaberu Iki

Name: Henka no Buringā

Gender: Male

Age: Age: 398/Appearance: 15

Personality:
Izaberu Iki is a tiny boy with a lot to prove. His arrogance knows no limit, and seems to be his most prominent personality trait. He believes himself to be a god, able to strike down anyone who gets in his way. While of course this is not true, it doesn’t stop him from acting like it. His small size only forces him to act like a big shot; he only wishes to make it clear, that though he may be young, he can pack a punch, and that he does with his over aggressive personality. And though he may not have hit puberty he has enough testosterone to bring down a stampede of bulls. He’s rather territorial always needing to be top dog, the leader, best of the best, even when he’s not suited to be. Obviously, he’s hotheaded; a single insult will turn him into a 4 foot charging berserker, and that he doesn’t much care for his own life, his rash behavior forcing him into action no matter what.

Besides being an all around average ten year old. He doesn’t appear to be very intelligent, his basic fighting style revolving around fighting until his opponent drops, and unleashing all of his strength in a massive burst. It takes a lot of logic to stop him from tearing the heads off of anyone who steps in his way. This wolf like mentality is possibly his best trait. He doesn’t know when to give up, so he never does, not until his body stops working. Though, behind all his ‘masculinity’ he’s a kid at heart. Easy to trick. Dangling a candy bar in front of his face will turn him into a baby. Izaberu grows impatient rather easily, should you not amuse him in five seconds he will either attack or simply walk away. He’s a bit of a brute, always wanting to massacre things instead of taking a ‘sneaky’ approach, or even thinking through his actions.

Immaturity is the name of his game. He often taunts people who he deems as lesser people. Often proving to be a bully, if you bully him, he’ll bully right back. And if it escalates beyond just normal teasing he will attack. Injuring his pride is something he will not allow. While immature, his nearly 100 years of age have given him quite the vocabulary, though mostly curse words. His violent behavior is not a front though, since he’s lost all innocence since becoming a Soul Reaper, and really is just a fighter. Though, there are some redeeming qualities he still has, such as being a rather trustworthy person, and showing fearlessness in the heat of battle. Albeit, not without some showboating, and reluctance to bother with a weak opponent.

Izaberu absolutely hates losing, actually, he hates any sign of weakness. Crying in front of him, will result in a kick to the face. In fact, he never cries. No matter how touching a scene might be. Besides being insensitive, and all around rude, he has been shown to be a bit of a protector. Defending the weak in mock imitation of a hero, even though all his personality traits point to him being a villain.

Appearance:

Izaberu stands at a total of 4’4 and weighs less than 90 lbs, with bright red hair that is his most prominent feature, that seems to be spiked up on it's own. You can pick him out in the largest crowd by just seeing his hair. Second to his red hair, is his bright blue eyes that seem a bit teal. His face is cherubic, because of his young and short stature. It'd be odd if he didn't look like a ten year old. While he may be young and wiry, he still manages to have a bit of muscle. Which is required with his Melee Zanpaktou. He doesn't have any 'abs' or bulky muscles the size of skyscrapers, but he definitely has an athletic build. More than most kids his age.

Zanpakutô Spirit:(Describe the physical manifestation of your sword. Include its name, appearance, personality, and where it lives.)

Sealed Zanpakutô : Average Nodachi [Sheath-less], with a star shaped cross-guard.

Shikai Description:
Once activated, Izaberu's shikai changes shape drastically. The shape now appears as what can be described as a staff. But, of course that is not it. Long crescent blades, numbered at seven pierce through each side of the blade. They start at a small size, but grow longer and longer as it progresses until it reaches the tip. At the tip, is what looks like a sharp triangle of metal. This weapon is both blade and staff. When Izaberu wields this he is forced to use both his hands because of its enormous weight and size. The weapon itself, is almost twice the size of Izaberu, which is why he normally resorts to aerial combat when having to used it. If he doesn't, he'd be unable to move it. Because of its interesting shape, this melee weapon allows Izaberu a large number of strikes to use, and multipurpose skills while using it.

Shikai Abilities: Unknown

Release: Crash On The Shore, Bufutaifuun

History/Background:
Izaberu was born, dead. Not more than a century ago. Though it wasn't the doctors fault, the problem was with his mother who was too fragile to give birth, and so he died with her. His spirit stayed with its mother in a bond that could never be separated. Izaberu's afterlife was going to take a dastardly turn as he and his mother lived, in the hospital, unable to leave the location because they were bound by their soul chains. Because of their out of the way location, it was weeks before a shinigami even came to purify them. By then it was too late. His mother had become a hollow. In the battle that ensued, Izaberu was finally purified, and his mother as well. However, they arrived at the Soul Society in different places.

Izaberu arrived at Junrinan, and his mother? He never knew her whereabouts. And so life continued on, him still being but a newborn child. Luckily, he was 'adopted' by parents that he came accustomed to calling mom and dad. They were the ones that cared for him, they were the ones that watched him take his first steps, they were the ones that taught him his first words. Life slowed down, aging was gradual, and so Izaberu was a baby for almost thirty years, when he should have been an adult. Though, this wasn't much of a problem. In fact, it gave him time to become accustomed to the Soul Society and learn the rules. While he grew, his reiatsu grew almost at the same rate. Soon, it was obvious of his abilities. Picking fights became his favorite past time, as his large amount of reiatsu gave him an advantage.

Of course, street fights at the age of eight were very unnatural, and so he drew a lot of attention to himself. Especially in Junrinan. He was regarded as a miscreant, a vagabond, any insult that comes to mind, Izaberu was called. Though, there were some who thought he showed talent. The way he thought was uncultured, unstoppable, and unyielding. If he was too be refined, he could possibly become a great soul reaper. These where the thoughts of a man named Kiseki. A Third-Seat soul reaper who believed that Izaberu showed skill that could surpass his own. The Third-Seat soul reaper was the man that gave Izaberu the courage to actually join the Soul Reaper academy, his parents not truly wishing that he did so, but reluctantly agreed. Losing their son would be devastating to them, and so they confided in Kiseki to protect him.

Going into the Soul Society as a ten year old had to be the worst thing for Izaberu. He didn't pay attention, he was constantly the laughing stock, normally had failing grades, and failed at using Kido. It appeared he just didn't have the concentration needed for the academy. In fact, on a practice fight against a caged hollow, he nearly got his teammates killed and snagged the glory for himself. He only truly got the initiative to try when something terrible happened. On a mission to the human world, his mentor, and his trainer Kiseki was killed. Maimed in such a way that he could even be recognized. It devastated Izaberu, though it only served to give him more rage to try and surpass his mentor. To continue his legacy.

Izaberu fought through the Soul Academy with all his strength, knowing that he was at a disadvantage, both physically and mentally. It seemed that everything always went back to his small size. He had to try twice as hard, study twice as hard just to make the average mark. Though, it seemed that at least one squad wanted him, at least for his rage and bloodlust. The 11th Division became his home the moment he graduated, though he was low ranked. In fact, not even a seated member of his division. Constantly mocked for his weakness and small size, Izaberu knew he had to prove himself. But in what way? What way shall he carry on the memory of his mentor Kiseki? How would he become the best like the man wanted him to be?

The answer hit him hard. He only had a Asauchi or 'Shallow Hit'. A level of zanpaktou that did not have a name, in fact they were given to average foot soldiers. He needed his own blade. One that could give him the power he needed. It took a year in the human world for this to happen. He manifested his reiatsu into the form of his nodachi. Though, when he did, he still couldn't figure out it's name. He knew it would take time before he became a suitable partner for his blade. But time was something he did not have. His youthfulness also gave him an edge. Everything he did gave him that much more fame because no one expected him to become someone strong. Having his own zanpaktou was a milestone, that wasn't encouraged by his superiors. They believed he did not have the skill to wield one.



Roleplay Sample: (Show us your stuff!)

moved to inative