Hikari Ryuken [APPROVED 4-5-]

• Name: Hikari Ryuken
• Titles: The Greatest Slacker
• Gender: Female
• Appearance Age: 17
• Age: 168
• Affiliation/Rank: Gotei 13

• Appearance Description: Standing at 5 feet and 10 inches tall, Hikari is not very physically intimidating. Her physique is toned, but not heavily muscled. Her hair is slightly messy, looking touseled in even the best of conditions, both her hair and her eyes are a clear blue color, like a clear sunny summer sky. Hikari doesn't 'waste' time with fancy jewelry or make-up and her only accessories are a hair-clip used in a (vain) attempt to keep some of her bangs under control, and a veritable plethora of scarves in many colors and patterns. For typical clothing, she wears the Gotei 13's standard uniform, though hers is with a lower skirt. She also wears thigh-high stockings and a pair of cloth bracers (also in black) with the uniform as well. If she has to use a gigai she tends towards wearing a school uniform, though she keeps the bracers and thigh-highs on as well, as well as a dark under-shirt.

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• Personality: Not having any memory of her mortal, human life has never bothered Hikari overly much. She tends not to dwell on the past as much as she can (though there are a few exceptions to this, notably one major one). As such she tends to be forgiving, as most of the time she can't care enough about something minor to be vindictive about it. Being told how talented she was and how much potential she had also made her rather apathetic, only being spurred into action with an event she viewed as a betrayal that led to all but herself and the offending person alive. As such that has recently driven her into action. Before that she was lazy, she'd do her work, but quickly and to the bare minimum of what was expected, and would then spend the rest of her time relaxing and taking it easy. Now, she seeks strength from any source available, and to get it as quickly as possible. However, the strength has to be her own, or it has no meaning.

While she tended to be lazy she was rather tomboyish in her mannerisms and activity. She tends to be highly informal as well, only asking for things in a formal manner in extreme circumstances. Hikari also tends to misinterpret situations, a by-product of her family in soul society having a generally dirty sense of humor. Though she got the nickname of "The Greatest Slacker" because of the touting of her ability and her lack of enthusiasm before, the title now frustrates her as she's trying to move beyond that. The former squad member who slaughtered those around her... they cannot be forgiven and as the only remaining survivor, only Hikari can bring the killer to justice. She is also fond of scarves.

• Likes: Chocolates, lazy afternoons, hot springs, quiet places, and scarves.

• Dislikes: Studying with books, sweaty people, cold water, small dogs, and spicy foods.
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• History: It was a stormy November evening that Hikari and her younger twin Akatsuki were born. Their father was the owner of a traditional dojo, secluded as far away from the urban sprawl in Japan as possible. He was a strict man, and believed in doing everything tradtionally. That meant their home (which was in the back of his dojo) was without even such basic amenities as heating or electricity.

Still even though their lives were 'hard' compared to the other people in their age, the twins led a happy life. Many prospective students came by the dojo seeking to train, but many also left due to the highly ascetic lifestyle. Seeing no 'worthy' successors to the dojo within his students, the twins' father began to groom the two to take over the dojo and his particular sword style.

However before they had even reached 15 years of age, a storm ripped through the mountains, and practically destroyed their home. While the home would be rebuilt and recover, the twins fell ill. They eventually would end up succumbing to illness within a day of each other due to pneumonia. It took them a long time, to finally be found and have konso be performed on them, but the twins had few encounters with Hollows out in the countryside either.

Something went wrong shortly during the arrival, her first memories of the Soul Society were of washing ashore - alone - on a riverbank out in one of the middling districts of the Rukongai. With no knowledge of her former life or family like so many others she was brought into a small , but happy family of merchants. There her life was quiet, but at every turn she demonstrated potential beyond a that of a 'normal' spirit. With a great amount of pressure, she was pushed into joining the academy. Her scores were above her level, particularly when it came to combat with a Zanpakutō. Hikari figured it was likely a sign of being skilled with a similarly shaped weapon in her past life, but it never did spark any memories.

After the academy she was enlisted by the 8th Division of the Gotei 13, where she befriended another one of the members. While she'd displayed great talent in the academy she had little ambition. This led her to receive the nickname "The Greatest Slacker" from the other unseated members of the division. Hikari didn't care, living out her life in relative comfort.

The carefree days wouldn't last. Her close friend and a few other shinigami were deployed on a mission into the real world when disaster struck the unit. Whatever happened was unclear to her at the time and after, but all that she knew was that the unit was slaughtered to a man, with the exception of herself and her friend, and that the mask her friend wore was unmistakably that of a Hollow.

After recovery and debriefing, her carefree days were over. She wanted answers herself, but as she was she would barely stand up to the largest of Hollows let alone her former friend. She requested a transfer to 10th. The reason was obviously personal, and in an attempt to seek out her former friend. "The Greatest Slacker" existed only in name now as she focused on training. She had to get stronger, she had to... no matter what.

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• Reiatsu Color: A vibrant red

• Zanpakutô Spirit Name: ???

• Zanpakutô Spirit Appearance: ???

• Inner World: ???

• Sealed Zanpakutô Apperance :

The size of her Zanpakutō is longer than average and with a lesser curve. The blade on it is about 42 inches in length total, making it easier for her to carry it slung over a shoulder than at the belt on her waist.

• Sealed Zanpakutô Abilities: ???

• Release: ???

• Shikai Description: ???

• Shikai Abilities: ???

• Bankai Description: ???

• Bankai Abilities: ???

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• PhatomTech: None

• Phantom Tech Abilities: N/A

• Phantom Tech Powers: N/A

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General Skills

• Durability: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• General Speed: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Weapon Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  

Racial Skills

• Hoho: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Kidō: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Zanjutsu: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Hakuda: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  

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• Roleplay Sample:
Láeg Cavanagh coughed vehemently, feeling more blood spatter out of his maw. Not good. Then again, there was nothing 'good' about his situation now, was there? There had been a Scourge ambush... or was it just plain Forsaken? It was difficult to tell in the thick blizzards in the heart of Northrend. Whatever they were they had left the scent of death long before the Hound's spear had run them through, and his sword had rended them limb from limb. Now he was armed with neither. The spear buried deep in the bloated corpse of an abomination, and his dragonbone sword, splintered under the accumulated weight of what felt like thousands of strikes and blows.

He realized he'd stopped moving forwards and raised one arm to shield himself from the blinding torrent of ice, snow, and wind. He had to keep moving forward. To stop here would only invite death. He had to keep pressing on. For the sake of the Hounds... no, that was just disillusionment. He was here for the sake of Cadwallen, and his sister, if she was still alive. In the hopes that was tattered remnants of the Cavanagh family still remained could be brought together once more. "What a fool's errand," he muttered cynically. The words lost to the winds almost as quickly as they left his mouth.

His mind recalled a happier time during his youth... no even then was not the happiest of times. By then Gilneas had cut itself off from its outlying territory, and the seeds of rebellion had already sprouted. The Northgate rebellion had struck close to home, literally and figuratively. Láeg's eyes stared vacantly at the expanse of white before him and into his own memories...




"There he is, that son of Cavanagh." Láeg heard the whispers practically spit at his back. He didn't blame them for the reaction. After all, his own father was one of the rebellion's generals, having turned his back on the nation. Their entire family was under suspicion, and though he faced it with his usual stoic nature, he knew it was rough on his younger brother and sister. Besides, the venomous whispers remained only that. He was one of the strongest men in the Guard, and certainly the largest. At least in his unit.

Rather than replying to them, he simply spent his time looking to his sword and shield, and after that his armor.. The Rebellion was reported to strike the city of Gilneas soon, and as such even the guards had been mobilized in defense of the capital. He doubted he would get the chance, but he would not allow anyone to harm the city he had been born in, had been raised in, and called his home. Even if the person trying was his own father. All he wanted was for the city to be safe and to live a quiet life. It appeared that would be more than he could ask for.

"MEN! AT THE READY!"

The gruff barking voice belonged to Captain Longstride. An ironic name for the grizzled old Captain of the Guard, but nobody would mention that. The men affectionately mocked him behind his back, saying if he was about three inches shorter he'd be mistaken for a dwarf with his thick beard and his stubborn nature. Of course these things were never said to his face.

As the guards assembled into formation, Láeg joined them, the front line of defense against the Rebellion. They would come at them with rifle and sword, bow and axe, shield and spear. Morale was low, but Láeg's face betrayed nothing. As impervious as the defense he and the other members of the Guard were expected to put up. As impervious as the Cavanagh would make it, even if he had to shed his own blood for it. And thus, as the sounds of cannons and rifles opened up, the skies over Gilneas began to rain. Weeping over the city, now a battlefield where brother fought brother. Where fathers would fight sons.