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Karin Kurosaki [WIP]
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I. Basic Information
» Name: Karin Kurosaki
» Titles: The Ronin
» Appearance Age: Late 20's-Early 30's
» True Age: 430
» Gender: Female
» Affiliation/Rank: Unaffiliated
» Appearance Description: Where Yuzu and Ichigo favor their mother's features, Karin has always been the Kurosaki child who most resembled their father, Isshin. With strong, sharp features for a woman, and the height to almost match her brother at 5'10", Yuzu is by far the more imposing of the Kurosaki twins. Her black hair, formerly cropped short, now reaches down to the small of her back; at first, because her childhood crush liked it, and then because she discovered that she liked her hair long. While feminine, her figure is mostly hard muscle, reflecting what is, at this point, the hard work of a couple centuries.
Ever since her exposure to the Hollowfication virus used as a weapon during World War 3, Karin's eyes have been an almost luminescent ruby red. Her Shinigami uniform has been altered over the years to reflect her independence, incorporating light, red armored plating in strategic locations as a mark of individuality and a concession to the practicality of both armor and free range of motion. Her obi is lightly decorated with simple bird and bamboo patterns. Karin's Hollow Mask, when she chooses to don it, is an intimidating piece of craftsmanship, shaped to emphasize the four glowing red eye sockets set into the bone and accented with night-black lines.
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I. Personality
» Personality: (Please write AT LEAST two paragraph's on their personality.)
» Likes: (This is self-explanatory. What does your character like?)
» Dislikes: (This is self explanatory. What does your character dislike?)
I. History
» History:
- An End, and a Beginning:
- Kurosaki Karin had lived a long life, but all good things came to an end eventually. She'd seen a lot of things in her eighty-three years, done a lot of things, but now, this rainy summer afternoon as she laid in her bed in the Kurosaki family household, she reflected on her family.
She'd gotten her wish, she guessed. She was the normal one. No spirits, outside of that business with Urahara after Ichi-nii lost his powers, but that little hobby had ended when her big brother had gotten his own Shinigami powers back. No Hollows, anyway. There were always spirits, but they were more like normal people than half the living people she knew. Ichi-nii, Goat-Chin, her sister Yuzu, all spiritually active and eternally youthful, while Kurosaki Karin got her wish to stay out of all this business with the Hollows, live a normal life, grow old.
She'd never gotten around to giving their dad the grandkids he always wanted. She kept fearing having to explain that, of her family, the only ones left alive were her sister, and sister-in-law Orihime, but her dad and brother still popped in for tea every now and then looking exactly the same as they'd always looked. Or that was what she'd told herself through college, but really, Karin was just afraid of commitment, especially with the secrets she'd have to keep. She'd had a crush on Shiro-chan for a while, but that had been an awful idea. He was way too old for her, despite looking like a middle-schooler, and oh how he hated when Karin pointed that out whenever he came to visit, but she was an old woman, now. She was entitled to mock the visiting kids, nevermind that Shiro-chan was centuries old.
Maybe it was the Kurosaki in her, but she didn't really feel bad about dying. All her affairs were in order (it helped when you were sure your next of kin was going to outlive you by a lot), and really, with their family, Karin wasn't going anywhere fast. She couldn't deny she was looking forward to leaving her body behind at this point. She joked that Yuzu, the spitting image of their mother, had gotten all the good genes. Sure, Karin had been a real looker back in her day, but her hair was grey now, her back stooped from arthritis, all skin and bones and fluffy slippers.
As she leaned back and closed her eyes, Karin knew that this would be the last time before she woke up apart from her body, somewhere in the Rukongai, possibly missing her memories. Sure enough, as she drifted off to what could almost be sleep, she felt all the little aches and pains fade away, and almost immediately she awoke.
It was a nondescript Rukongai neighborhood, but the fact that she knew it was the Rukongai was important. She could remember! She hadn't trained her spiritual powers since she was a child, but Kurosaki breeding prevailed over the laws of nature and good sense once again, it seemed. She remembered everyone! Her father, her sister, her brother; Rukia-nee and Byakuya and Renji and Chad and Orihime, none of her memories were gone like she'd feared, before she'd just gotten sick of hurting all the time.
The sound of running water caught her attention, and she walked over to a stream in the pale moonlight of the dead Rukongai night, eager to see what she looked like now that she felt so much better. The former old maid was met with more than one surprise; the first thing she noticed filled her with pleasant happiness; "I'm 23 again!" She'd missed her black hair, her toned figure, the ability to stand upright without pain. Then she saw something else. Her robes were the black and white uniform of a Shinigami. Just like her father and brother, her spirit appeared somehow attuned with the psychopomps that governed the afterlife, though unlike Ichi-nii, she hadn't spontaneously generated a sword. Then again, Rukia-nee had transferred her powers into Ichigo when that had happened, so the circumstances were hardly comparable to a peaceful death.
Obviously, this meant something, but Karin didn't know what. Thankfully, she knew who would. With that encouraging thought, a newly dead, newly young Kurosaki Karin set off towards the towering walls of the Seireitei in the distance at a light jog, off to see the Kuchiki family for a little catching up.
She should probably tell someone she'd died, after all.
- Shin'ō Academy Admission:
- As one of the newly dead, and as a spirit strong enough to require food, Karin had been presented with few options. She could have gone it alone, but that would've been foolish. Half her extended family was in the Seireitei. She could have lived with one of them; Rukia and Ichigo would have gladly put her up with her own apartment in Seireitei, nevermind anyone else they knew, but she didn't like being dependent on anyone else. That was part of why she'd hated getting old.
That left one option; getting a job on her own, supporting herself like she had when she was alive. Of course, there was really only one occupation she knew for certain she would be good at; following her brother's footsteps, albeit more formally. All it had taken was a quick conversation with Rukia, and Karin had applied for a position in Shin'ō Academy, which brought her to today. The test... really hadn't been anything for her. She could see where people had trouble with it, but really, it was a test for three things; Reiatsu, general knowledge, and compatibility with the Gotei 13. Karin was a little anti-authoritarian, but not really any worse than Renji; they both knew when to go with the flow, really only making waves when it was necessary. She'd picked up plenty of the second item from talking with Ichi-nii and the other Shinigami in her life, and Reiatsu wasn't ever going to be a problem for anyone whose name was Kurosaki. Not when their mother had been one of the brightest Quincy of her age and their dad was a former Captain.
Karin stood in the white and red uniform of a Shin'ō Academy student, waiting for her instructor. She'd been placed in Class #1, and their instructor was due to meet them in just a few minutes. Karin was jolted into hyper-awareness by a sudden presence at the front of the class, a tall, broad-shouldered, bald man in a Shinigami uniform who'd appeared disconcertingly swiftly and silently, with a loud bellow.
"Listen up! I am Gengorō Ōnabara, and I'll be your chief instructor during your time at the Academy! You are all members of First Year Class #1. You have been chosen according to your test results- we've assembled all of the top-scoring students into this class. In other words, this is a special, accelerated class, for only the best new trainees! For each of you in Class #1, there will be no rest until you've been accepted into one of the Soul Society's elite military units! In the coming months and years, your training will forge you into the iron core at the heart of those units! It is for this purpose that, each and every day, you will dedicate your body and soul..."
As excited as he sounded, Ōnabara-sensei had one hell of a rambling opening speech, and despite her best efforts the exact words of the end slipped her mind. It was the same as AP courses in high school, "you're the best of the best so we're going to work you to the bone because you can handle it" type threats/promises. Still, he was right on every count there. Karin wasn't going to settle for anything less than the best. Toshiro had graduated in just a few years, and she knew that creepy white-haired guy who'd backstabbed Aizen in Karakura Town had done it in one.
Karin stood with the rest of the class when they were dismissed, a wide smile plastered on her face. She'd heard people before Ōnabara-sensei showed up, claiming that she was only in Class #1 because of who her brother was. She was going to meet that one-year record. She wouldn't let anyone so much as think she was anything but Karin Kurosaki; she'd lived her whole life in Ichigo's shadow, and as much as she loved her big brother, she'd be damned if she kept to the man's shade in the afterlife, too.
- First Encounters:
- Karin was a bit ahead of the curve when it came to knowledge about Zanpakuto spirits. She was from a family of Shinigami, most of her brother's friends were either Shinigami themselves or also clued in on the way they worked, the list just went on, so she knew she was supposed to communicate with the sword they'd given her upon enrolling. She'd learned Jinzen, she'd meditated with the blade, and she'd entered the moonlit city of her inner world. She'd canvassed its every street, learned the location of every building, and searched the facsimile of her childhood house with a fine-toothed comb.
Nobody was there.
She'd mentioned this to their Zanjutsu teacher, but he'd assured her that someone was there, and that Zanpakuto spirits were finicky and she had six whole years within which to attain Shikai. She hadn't corrected him out loud, not wanting to disrespect her sensei in front of the class since the man did know what he was talking about, but Karin still aimed to be out of here in one year, not three like Toshiro and not six like the average student.
Honestly, Ichigo had learned Shikai in two months. From the way he told the story, less, if you only started counting from the time he found out about it. How hard could it possibly be?
After three months of meditating in practically every moment not taken up by PT, coursework, food, sleep, or hygene, apparently, the answer was "harder than she thought." Still, three months into Class #1's curriculum was a big event. The first trip to the World of the Living, to learn to perform Konso. She'd grabbed her nameless blade like the rest of her class and filed off to the wonderful locale of... Australia.
She wouldn't say she'd never been a little curious about Australia,
but she didn't think there were a lot of wayward souls around here compared to, say, Naruki City. Apparently, she was wrong, as there were indeed enough pluses roaming the Outback for the small Class #1 to practice Konso on, spread out though they might have been. After a standard safety lecture, they'd been sent out to find Pluses in the nearby area to send onwards. There was no Hollow attack, no horrible accident, nothing at all out of the ordinary.
Nothing except the voice that rang through her mind as she walked the blasted Australian hellscape.
"Why?", it asked. "Why did you wait until now?" The voice sounded rough from disuse and disinterest both, resonating through her very soul, and she knew, if not who it was, then what it was. Not what it meant, however.
"Why did I wait until now for what?"
"Don't be an idiot, Karin. Why did you wait your entire damn life before seeking me out? Why did you make me watch you die before you even gave a thought to me existing?"
Karin froze in her tracks, thankful nobody was directly around to see her. The exercise was probably designed like this on purpose, she realized, to give everyone some time for reflection. Out here, where it wasn't forced.
"You're avoiding the question, Karin. Answer me!"
"You already know why, dammit!" Karin shouted, confusion making her default to anger. Anger was safer than confusion. Definitely safer than regret. "I wasn't supposed to be a Shinigami when I was alive. That was Ichi-nii. Yuzu got Mom's Quincy powers, Dad got his Shinigami powers back, and I was the normal child! I wasn't a Shinigami, I wasn't a Quincy, I was just Karin!"
"Normal children don't kill giant monsters with soccer balls."
She didn't have a response for that.
"Of course you don't, I'm right. So why didn't you keep learning? Why did you ignore me for your whole life?"
She couldn't answer that, either.
"You could. You just don't want to. And that's why I don't want to meet you."
She felt her Zanpakuto's presence in her mind quiet, the spirit retreating to whatever sanctum he had in her soul. She might've been able to stop him, somehow, but she didn't try. He'd shaken her, he'd hurt her. Karin had spent her whole life trying not to let people hurt her. And where did that get you, Karin? You died alone, because you didn't want to open up to anyone when you were alive. Are you going to do that for this life, too?
She finished her assignment, successfully performing Konso on the first Plus she found, on the first try even, but for a long while afterwards, the thoughts that shook her conviction came from her own mind, not any sword-spirit.
- Riddles on Riddles:
- Karin's sword snapped up to guard, her sparring partner glaring down at her with both hands on the hilt of his own asauchi. Karin, herself, was using one hand on the blade. Something she'd discovered in the first week of class is that being the weakest member of the Kurosaki household did not translate into being the weakest in the academy, not here where spiritual power was everything. Her twenty-something female body, almost six feet tall and built like an average woman's, was practically supporting the entire weight of a 6'6" man built like the lovechild of a linebacker and a restaurant-grade freezer with one arm. Not that she could do anything with that arm; it was well and truly locked, but then, there were actually benefits to not having the mind-numbing amount of reiryoku that Ichi-nii and her father commanded. Namely, Kido.
"Hadō Number 1, Sho!" She shouted, thrusting her free left palm forward and letting the incantation shape reiryoku into a sphere of force that caught her opponent in the chest and made him stumble back. A rush of air and a flicker of motion, a rough and wasteful Shunpo but still better than she'd been able to manage the first month of classes, brought her behind him, blade held up against his throat, not touching but close enough for his breath to fog the metal. "Yield."
He did, of course. Those were the rules. Karin didn't pay much attention to him past that, still distracted from last week's Australia field trip. Her sword... why was it so angry with her? What was she missing? He'd said that she knew why she'd ignored him, but she'd already answered that. She wanted to be the normal child, she'd said that earlier in their conversation. Except... that wasn't it, was it? If that had been it, he'd have accepted the answer. Her Zanpakuto was part of her, after all. It would know...
Damn right, I would, the cynical voice chimed in for the second time in Karin's life (and afterlife). I do, in fact. You aren't being honest with yourself, or with me.
Aren't those the same thing?
Yes. No. All of the above, I guess, the voice responded. You don't know, so even if I do know, it's not like I can just tell you. Come inside, to your house. The teacher'll know what you're doing and you know it.
Karin nodded, surprised, and moved to a corner of the room to sit down, sword across her lap. She slowed her breathing, closed her eyes, and focused on the sword, pulling herself inward, falling, always falling into the darkness between the real world and the inner one, which was also just as real even if it was all in her head. "In your soul," the tobacco-cured voice of her Zanpakuto said, as her eyes snapped open outside the Kurosaki family clinic. "Not in your head, Karin."
It was the first time she'd caught sight of her Zanpakuto spirit. She should have been impressed, but she wasn't; he was a little taller than her, about Ichigo's height, with raven-black hair slicked back out of his face. He smelled of drink, his clothes were wrinkled and crooked, and he had an air of assymetry to him that made it seem like he was set to fall over at any given moment. "Does it matter?" She asked, glaring slightly up at him.
"I don't know, really. It's a distinction, but it doesn't really change much. It's still you, just like I'm still you, but then I'm not the world, and you aren't me or the world." He didn't slur, despite everything Karin could see about the man telling her that he should be slurring. It was more unnerving than if he had been; like he was every inch the perfect image of a drunk man but at the same time clearly, awfully sober. More sober than Karin, who hadn't had a drink in decades. More sober than people who'd never touched alcohol, so sane and aware of the world around him that it hurt. "I'm tired, Karin. I'm tired of you taking so damn long to get it on your own, and violence is really the only answer you understand, so defend yourself." He said it like it was a chore, not a fight, that he was starting, a heavy, thick, reflective blade practically appearing in his hand as he swung it at her.
Karin didn't waste time asking what he was doing, or why. He was going to try to beat what he thought was sense into her, that much was obvious. She stepped to the side, out of the way of the opening strike, and drew her own blade, both hands on the hilt this time. "Good, good, you already know not to take my lightly!" He shouted, slashing at her carelessly, almost bonelessly, despite the fact that when their blades met Karin was sent skidding across the street, barely keeping upright by letting herself slide over reiryoku and air instead of asphalt.
Karin wasn't going to stay on the defensive forever; she lifted her left hand from her blade and pointed it at the spirit, incanting a Kido spell. "Hadō Number 4, Byakurai!" The bolt of lightning grounded out on the metal sword in his hands, to no visible effect, and Karin growled, using Shunpo to close the gap again and start testing his defenses. "I thought I told you the answer to your question!" She shouted, as the man flicked her strikes away with something resembling contempt.
"An answer, not the answer," he replied. "It's true, but it's not the real answer." An upwards flick of his blade put Karin on the defensive; she barely recovered in time to get the sword between the two of them and stop his return blow from opening her torso. "You aren't telling yourself the truth. You don't want to admit it, even after all these decades you've had to come to terms with it!" The hurt in his voice was evident as he began pushing her back, towards the house. "You run, you hide. You do everything you can to get away from admitting what you don't want to say, even to yourself, even in your own mind, your own soul!" He kicked her then, sending her crashing through the wooden door and into the entryway of her childhood home. A picture of all of them; Dad, Mom, Ichi-nii and Yuzu, cracked as the back of her head slammed into it.
"And what?" She shouted, dizzy from the impact. Wet blood matted the back of her hair where bits of the glass from the frame had cut into her scalp. "What is it that you think I'm so afraid of?" She looked to the door, now nothing but splinters and sawdust, as her Zanpakuto advanced on her.
He sank the sword into the wood next to her head, clearly done making his point. "You already know. You just can't admit it." And then he was gone, and the strange other sword went with him.
When Karin awoke, it was to find the back of her head wet with blood and her teacher standing above her, hands glowing green. "I see you've found your Zanpakuto," Onbara-sensei said, helping her to her feet. "I've fixed your head wound, but you probably want to take a quick shower before your next class. Blood is a pain to get out of hair, believe me, I know."
Karin nodded mutely before mumbling a polite "Thank you," and setting off for the showers like he'd told her to, her mind consumed with what was now the second encounter with her Zanpakuto. She showered quickly, rinsing off her hair thoroughly and dying the soapy water pink as it spiraled down the drain. Riddles on riddles, and no answers in sight, though if the man in her soul was to be believe, she already had all the answers, if she'd just look at them.
She was starting to get really frustrated with herself.
- Awakening:
- It had been a month and a half since Karin had spoken with her Zanpakuto for the second time, and they had not been strangers. Almost every day, Karin would enter Jinzen, her sword would spar with her, and she'd lose, usually with some minor cuts that were just bad enough to send her to get some medical attention from one of the students practicing healing Kido. Every single day, he'd tell her she still didn't get it. That she didn't have the answer he was looking for.
Today, he didn't leave after he beat her, his blade bearing down on hers with strength enough to lock them both in place. "So what wrong answer are you going to give me today?" he asked her, voice cold and sharp. "Maybe I should really hurt you, if you're going to keep lying to me like this. Keep hurting me like this. All I wanted, all I ever wanted, was to work with you. You made me watch you die, Karin! WHY?"
Something broke, there, in the depths of her inner world. The anguish in his voice, the knowledge that this was a part of her she'd made hurt, and she knew why. Damn her, but Karin knew exactly why she'd shunned her powers. "I was scared," she said, voice unnaturally small for her. "Scared that if I didn't step away I'd never be able to, that I'd always be fighting, that I'd never get to just be me."
The pressure let up, her Zanpakuto spirit dropping his blade to the side and helping her onto her feet. "That's what you needed to confront before we could work together. Come on, walk with me." He led her down the street and into a small park, striding down a lightly wooded pathway as he talked. "You've always thought courage was not being afraid. You've always tried so, so hard to have courage, to be the strong one, to be there for your sister and your father. But it's not a sin to need help, Karin. It's not bad to be afraid. It's what you do when you're afraid that matters, that makes you truly brave, and you do that all the time. You face the things you're afraid of, like you faced me, but you think because you're afraid you've failed, and you can never admit that you even have fear. Denial will get you killed, Karin."
Her Zanpakuto sat down on a bench, leaning back against a tree. Karin opted to stand, arms crossed and back to the tree opposite him. "So what, all that just to get me to say that I was afraid? That instead of doing what I always do, in everything, I ran away from that one thing and that's somehow unforgivable? Am I going to have to charge headfirst at everything in my life?" Her voice raised at the end, leaving her shouting in the almost-empty city in her soul. "Why have I got to-"
"Because, Karin!" He cut her off, voice louder than hers. "Because that's what you are! Because you're a Kurosaki, and that makes you a target! You know, you know all the shit Ichigo had to face because of who he is, and we're the same way! Long-lost Shibas coming home, the most human Shinigami in the Society, Kurosakis! You don't get to run, because if you run, you get shot in the back! You ran from me, but you can't do that, because I'm the only one who's going to be there for you, always. I am you, and if you're running from yourself you'll never get anywhere!"
"Fine," Karin bit out, voice harsh, advancing on the seated spirit with her fists clenched. "Fine, damn it! I get it! I'm not allowed to be afraid anymore."
"No! That's exactly the wrong thing. You will be afraid. Everyone's afraid. You don't need to forget that, but you need to master it. If you don't, you freeze, and if you freeze, you die. There's a saying that all of the Shiba clan Zanpakuto have. You've never heard it, nobody ever says it, but it's etched into all of our family's souls, written in lines of crimson fire across the entire clan's spirit. 'Retreat and you will age. Hesitate and you will die.' That's who you need to be, Karin Kurosaki, Karin Shiba, if you're going to pursue this path, and you will. You can't see yourself doing anything else, can you?"
There was a grin on the spirit's face, one mirrored on Karin's own visage. "That's what you've been trying to tell me? Only took me a couple decades to get the message, I guess. Fine, then. I won't run. I won't panic, and I won't hesitate either."
"Excellent. One last condition, though, before I give you my name."
"Oh?"
"We do this, we aim for the top. We don't play second fiddle to anyone. Not next year, not next century maybe, but one day, the two of us are going to know everyone down a peg to make room at the top, including Ichigo. You want to work with me, that's my deal. We become the best so I never have to see you die again. Once was enough."
"That's all? Deal." Karin held out her hand, and the sword spirit took it, pulling himself upright before giving her a handshake.
"My name, then, Karin Kurosaki, is Kaegetsu. Call me out when it's time to harvest the souls of the damned, eh?"
- The War:
- To say that nobody expected World War Three was a lie, but Karin had genuinely not expected the Gotei to actually get involved with it. Everyone expected some kind of conflict, yes, but, over a hundred years after graduating, Karin, and most of Soul Society, thought things were, at least on the spiritual front, calming down again. The events in Africa had given Karin's squad, Squad 11, far more work in the World of the Living; sure, they weren't subtle, but out in the Savannah and the deserts throughout the continent of Africa, subtlety was a moot point, and when there was combat to be had, Squad 11 was the best.
When the disparate forces suddenly coalesced into proper factions, the shit hit the fan real quick. A few extermination missions to remote and downright boring locales became actual combat deployments in months, but the war didn't move with the pace of the German Blitzkrieg. No, this was World War 1 trenches brought to a new height; fifty long years of grinding war, a multitude of allies and enemies and deals with both, Shinigami dying to Demons and Hollows with alarming frequency.
Still, Karin Kurosaki kept fighting. "Nihil supernum," Kaegetsu had told her. "It's Latin for 'nothing better.' That's what you swore, and now's your chance to get to work. Prove it. Keep your friends alive." That's what he'd told her before unlocking, not Bankai, but the full power of her Shikai, five years into the war, after she'd watched half her team get wiped out by a demon before Ichi-nii had noticed that they were having trouble and flicked a Getsuga Tensho over that practically ate the demon that did it. Karin gripped a polished steel scythe in both hands the very next day, and if the other two Squad 11 Shinigami deployed with her had some strange marks on their backs, then nobody said anything, especially not when Karin could suddenly appear behind them in a rush of Shunpo just in time to stop a Hollow from taking a bite out of their ass. It wasn't Kido type, so there was no reason for anyone to be upset with her. If anything, it was just the kind of thing Squad 11 loved; arrogant declarations of might to the Nth degree, "These are mine, you cannot have them."
And of course, near the end, everything came back to Karakura Town. Everything always did end up coming back to Karakura, in the end. Karin hadn't joined the siege to begin with, because she'd sought out an old family friend. Kisuke Urahara took Karin down below his humble store and allowed her to use the Tenshintai, and that had led to this moment, crystallized violence about to break, as Karin and Kaegetsu stood opposite each other in the Urahara Shop's training room. "So, Kaegetsu, what's the deal now? What hard truth do you want from me this time? What test have I got to pass now?"
"No truths or tests today, Karin," the sword spirit had said, resting his scythe, the mirror of the one in Karin's hands, across his shoulders, blade curving up to the sky. "Just one thing you need to do before I tell you my real name. One simple task before I give you Bankai."
"Oh? And what's that?" Karin had asked, smiling despite the siege going on above her, the brutal violence just a couple miles away at most.
"Nihil supernum. Prove you're better than me right now, and you get to see what I can really do."
So they'd fought. They'd fought before, but never like this. The woman and her Zanpakuto waged brutal, utterly physical war, forsaking Kido and Getsuga Tensho and pitting skill against skill, because this wasn't just about winning through a cheap shot or a trick. They fought for a day and a half, nonstop, to prove to both of them that, when she was finished, there would be nothing better than Karin Kurosaki. At noon on the second day, they'd stopped. They'd stopped when Karin had swatted Kaegetsu's scythe away, pivoted, and brought her own blade to rest against the Zanpakuto spirit's throat.
And half an hour later, a fully healed Karin Kurosaki had taken to the killing fields wielding Tensa Kaegetsu, an inky blotch of darkness scything through Hollow and Demon alike for the sin of daring to touch her home, her friends, her squad, and her family. She hadn't lasted long, drunk on the heady feeling of finally having Bankai after a century of work. She got careless, and the demonic biological weapons were what eventually laid her low.
The last of the war that Karin remembers is blacking out, white bone creeping across her face as her vision faded to black, the sound of a woman's insane laughter echoing through her soul as it felt like her heart was being extracted with a dull spoon.
It's not a feeling she'll ever forget.
- Waking up Hollow:
- Karin awoke with a jerk, clutching her chest and breathing heavily. She was halfway out of bed and frantically looking for Kaegetsu before she even noticed she wasn't in any place she recognized; it was a simple place, little more than a room with a roof, a door, a futon, and a small window in the back. The floor was sand, the walls looked like hardened sand, and when she looked out the window she saw nothing except more sand. An approaching reiatsu caught Karin's attention; it felt like an Arrancar, but it wasn't prepared for battle, and was either exceptionally weak or concealing its true strength.
Of all the things to walk through the door to the small hut, Karin wasn't expecting a familiar face. A tall woman, taller than Karin, with aquamarine hair, a goat-skull mask resting atop her head like a hat, and tattered green clothes barely concealing a generous figure. Two swords rested on her back; her own next to the sealed form of Kaegetsu, and she was carrying, of all things, a bag of food from KFC. Christmas already? Karin's sarcastic streak supplied, but she didn't actually make the joke.
"You're in trouble, Karin," Nel said, handing over the food and Karin's Zanpakuto before sitting down on the sandy floor of the hut. Karin, absolutely ravenous after God knows how long unconscious, said something vaguely resembling an expression of gratitude before biting into the chicken. Yuzu probably hadn't been available, but Urahara would have no problems sending Jinta to pick something up for Nel to bring back to her. Of course, that didn't explain why, exactly, she was here, where she guessed was Hueco Mundo, as opposed to the shop, or 4th Squad, or the Kurosaki clinic, but Nel was clearly informed on that too. "Karakura fell. It didn't go down easy, and the war's over, but the town is gone." The Arrancar sounded almost as sad as that news made Karin feel. Her childhood home, gone. Granted, all of her friends were long since gone; either dead, roaming the world, or some combination of the two like her.
The bad news just kept coming, too, apparently, because Nel took a deep breath before she continued. That was never a good sign. "And you were infected by one of the Hollowfication viruses the demon army was using. What were you thinking, Karin?"
Hollowfication.
That had been in the orientation packet. "It is illegal for a Shinigami to have or attempt to gain Hollow powers." Ichigo was, technically, not a member of the Gotei 13, and more importantly he was ridiculously powerful to the point where you could downright pity anyone who tried to kill him for being approximately 1/3 Hollow. Karin... Karin had to follow the laws of the Gotei. They'd kill her for this, if they could. If she went back, they'd try her and execute her, and Ichigo would tear down Soul Society around everyone's ears. Karin didn't want that, for two reasons. Firstly, she'd gotten somewhat attached. She didn't have any real close friends, but she'd found happiness in her work. Not that she could ever go back to that work, not officially, but still. Secondly...
Nihil supernum. Kaegetsu supplied in her mind. There was no doubt that if she went back now, she'd be the damsel in distress for someone else to rescue, and pardon her French but fuck that. She swallowed the fried chicken in her mouth and met Nel's eyes. "I'm going to need your help, then, Nel. I can't go back to the World of the Living until I know I can control my Hollow."
"That's right," the Arrancar said. "You don't have the advantage your brother did, either. I've talked to him, and I've talked to his Hollow. They're natural, they're two parts of the same whole. You've had a Hollow shoved into your soul. You know how much I hate violence, Karin, but there's just the one way to make sure you stay you. You're going to have to go in there," she nodded to the sword, "and make sure she knows you're in charge. And I'm going to have to stay out here and make sure you don't get yourself or someone else hurt or killed. I can give you ten minutes, guaranteed. I made sure we were in a remote enough part of Hueco Mundo that your reiatsu won't attract anything that can get this far out sooner than that. Past that, there's no telling what'll happen."
Karin sealed the plastic to-go container, setting it down on the ground and laying her sword across her lap. "Y'know, suddenly I'm not that hungry anymore." She forced a smile onto her face. She was scared. Scratch that, she was terrified, and Nel knew it if that little reassuring smile was anything to go by.
But there was no way in Hell she was just surrendering her soul to some upstart Hollow that had the misfortune to get turned into a fucking gas bomb.
"Let's get this over with, then."
- Masks:
- The world was dark. The moon was completely covered by clouds, and ice-cold drops of rain fell upon Karin's inner world as she flitted from rooftop to rooftop, Tensa Kaegetsu already fully released. The darkness pressed down upon her like a physical thing, but it didn't matter. She knew where to go. There was only one place that her Hollow would be; the center of her soul, the family home that housed some of her fondest memories. She came through the door, her sword appearing in her hand, and flipped the lights on to reveal her Inner Hollow.
"Well, hello, Karin," the woman before her said. She resembled Karin, somewhat, if Karin hadn't been so vehemently opposed to the trappings of femininity for her entire life; the Hollow appeared to be clothed in some kind of black dress, fishnets over the bodice exposing the hole through the exact center of her chest. She held a copy of the sword in Karin's hand, and her hat almost obscured her acidic yellow eyes with their black sclera. "So nice of you to join me. I was just about to try and take control of your body the hard way, but if you're here..." the Hollow trailed off, raising her sword lazily to point at Karin. "Well, I suppose it's easiest to just kill you here and then take over."
The Hollow was the strongest opponent Karin had faced yet; ruthless in its attacks, competent in its own defense, and able to use Kaegetsu's abilities fluidly. The battle didn't stay contained to her home for long, erupting in a blur of violence that crossed her inner world with the sounds of clashing steel, Shunpo, Sonido, and thunder. The storm intensified, footing becoming treacherous, visibility getting poorer and poorer. Both combatants used that to their advantage; Kido and Cero joined swordplay and Getsuga Tensho attacks, lighting the world for fractions of a second at a time. Swords turned aside swords at a blistering pace as the Hollow used its immense physical might to try and gain an advantage and Karin utilized her Bankai to counteract that advantage with tricks and traps and adaptability.
Eventually, though, Karin managed something reckless. She released her weapon and stepped forward, absorbing a vicious strike from the Hollow by getting inside the swing and taking the blade's Ricasso to her shoulder instead of having her arm sliced off. In exchange, she formed a new weapon with her Bankai, a humming knife of spiritual power pressing to the Hollow's throat and making it freeze. "Your name. And your surrender." The exhausted Shinigami demanded, eliciting an oily smile from the yellow-eyed creature in her soul.
"Persona. I yield, for now. But this isn't over," the Hollow, Persona, threatened. "I'll have your body for my own." It promised, grinning. "You can't kill me now. I'm part of you."
"Yeah, well, good for you. You can sit back and watch," Karin retorted, releasing Persona with a shove before she made to leave the inner world. "But there's no way you're gonna win. Nothing better than the original," she said with a wry smirk for her Zanpakuto spirit as he walked in the door, a smug look on his face.
Her partner could handle things from here. She needed to get back to Nel.
- Getting a Grip:
- Karin's mask cracked and flaked away into more bone-white sand, swiftly being absorbed into the featureless white desert of Hueco Mundo and replaced with another as Karin swiped her hand over her face. In front of her was a tree, of sorts; the Menos Forest's "trees" were only trees in the loosest sense of the word, empty and lifeless like the rest of this place seemed to be where Hollows hadn't carved out pockets of whatever type of civilization they desired. This particular tree had a hole gouged in it, not even partway through it.
"You need to master your Inner Hollow," Nel had told Karin, after a spar in which the Arrancar effortlessly handled the newly minted Vizard, shattering Karin's Hollow mask with the pommel of her Zanpakuto. "She's fighting you every step of the way. You need to practice with her power, figure out how to convince her to help, or figure out how to make do without her help."
That proved to be easier said than done. The Hollow was silent, Karin's grasp on her strength tenuous. Which led her down here to the Menos Forest; as a Shinigami with Bankai, she was more than a match for most of the forest's residents, and most of the rest wouldn't seek out a fight with her while she worked, not with her and Neliel's combined spiritual pressures on full display. Taking advantage of that fact, Nel had set Karin to firing Ceros as fast and as powerfully as she could manage. "Strength training," she'd said, "and something you absolutely cannot cheat on accidentally. Your Hollow is the only part of you with Cero, and that means that you need to master your Cero to figure out how to tap her power more easily."
Karin had taken to it with a vast amount of dedication, matched only by her utter lack of talent in the field. "You're overthinking things!" Nel called from the sidelines, making her scoff in frustration. "No, really!" The former Espada continued. "Hollows aren't naturally reserved, cautious. That's a learned trait. Everything we do is instinctive. Your body knows what to do, if you let it." She walks up behind Karin, raising Karin's arm with her own and pointing it at a tree. "Close your eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. Look at your own soul, and find the Hollow part of it. Gather the Cero in your hand." The red and black sphere hummed into being, and Nel bit through the skin on her thumb. "Now, I'm only going to do this once. Make sure you pay close attention; I'm going to force you to use more of your Hollow's power."
A drop of blood mixed with the sphere, and the resultant Gran Rey Cero carved a swathe of destruction through the Menos Forest, consuming almost all of Karin's energy. As the Vizard slumped to the ground, her mask flaking away once more, there was a smile on her face. "I think I've got it, Nel," she said, just before blacking out in the Arrancar's arms.
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Re: Karin Kurosaki [WIP]
Sat Mar 24, 2018 9:59 pm
THE VIZARD TEMPLATE
I. Natural Abilities
» Natural Abilities:
Fluid Combat Style: Thanks to the variety of her tutors, as well as the properties of her own sword, Karin has a very fluid, adaptable combat style. She's able to improvise easily, react smoothly, and analyze an opponent's moves rapidly. She rarely hesitates in combat, having had the philosophy beaten into her head that the most important rule of fighting is to do something, because anything is better than nothing. Instead, she acts decisively, taking into account the information she has.
Combat Pragmatism: Karin takes pragmatism in combat to the level of a fine art. She knows the value of measuring responses, concealing her capabilities, and preventing opponents from gaining an advantage. She has specifically trained to notice when people are attempting to release Zanpakuto, charge attacks, or otherwise "power up", and will often act to try and prevent such things from happening successfully. All of which is a fancy way of saying she'll stab someone in the face if she thinks they're about to use Bankai against her.
I. Racial Abilities
» Racial Abilities:
Gran Rey Cero: After learning to control her Hollow powers from Neliel tu Odelschwank, Karin has obtained the Gran Rey Cero, the signature Cero of the Espada. The Gran Rey Cero is less precise than a normal Cero, but far more powerful. Karin rarely uses it, since she obsessively checks to make sure nothing behind the target is important before she fires. Like every other Gran Rey Cero, hers is a unique color to her; a vibrant silver the color of moonlight.
Reiatsu Endurance: After a lifetime near Ichigo and Isshin, Karin is highly resistant to being crushed, or even impeded, by large spiritual pressures. The knack of moving under pressure has been compared to people who live in snowy areas knowing just how to move through ice and snow.
Kurosaki Family Reiryoku: Like her brother, sister, and father, Karin Kurosaki has a staggering amount of reiryoku. While nowhere near as monstrous as her brother and father, and probably incapable of the Saigo no Getsuga Tensho without some serious training, Karin still has enough reiryoku to put her at least on par with a Gotei 13 Captain. Her staying power in a fight is higher than normal for her tier, and her reserves of reiryoku refill quickly when she rests.
Reiatsu Manipulation: Thanks to the twin virtues of having less reiryoku than Ichigo and less rushed training, Karin is far better than her dear older brother at controlling her spiritual pressure and not leaking power like a sieve. She can mute her presence down to low-seated Shinigami levels and is actually capable of doing Kido without blowing herself up. This might be average for normal people, but it's remarkable in her family.
I. Sealed Zanpakutō
» Zanpakutō Name: Kaegetsu (Changing Moon)
» Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance:
- Kaegetsu:
» Zanpakutō Spirit Personality: Aloof, drunk, and callous, when she first met her Zanpakuto Spirit, Kaegetsu was... unhelpful. The spirit, neglected for years as he had been, was cynical, sarcastic, and callous, constantly acting like a rejected drunk. After long years of getting to know him, Kaegetsu has become far more reliable, though still prone to bouts of melancholy. He's a steady presence in Karin's inner world, a sharp contrast to her Inner Hollow; while the other occupant of Karin's inner world knows just what to say to hurt her, Kaegetsu is able to discern just what she needs to hear. It might not make her feel better immediately, but he knows what she's afraid of and knows how to prompt her into facing that fear.
» Inner World: Karin's Inner World is, much like Ichigo's, a city. While his is a metropolis of sideways skyscrapers, however, Karin's dysfunctions are different, and they way they affected her soul is different as well. Her inner city has skyscrapers, yes, but nestled between them are smaller buildings; banks and churches and everything else a city would have, save people, but at the very center of it is the street where she grew up, transplanted right out of Karakura, with the Kurosaki family clinic at the exact physical center of Karin's inner world.
The world fluctuates with her emotions, clouding or clearing as her mind is cloudy or clear, but it is always trapped in eternal night, with a moon circling in the sky but never setting. It spirals up from the horizon, slowly growing from a new moon to a full moon as it approaches the center of the sky before spiraling back down and into near-invisibility. The whole cycle takes about an hour, and while the exact path the moon takes is somewhat random, it always starts on the horizon and ends in the center of the sky.
It probably represents something about her, but she can't honestly bring herself to care about it.
» Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: Kaegetsu, when sealed, appears to be a normal katana, sheathed in a bulky scabbard with lines of red and green colored metal running through it. In reality, those lines are different blades, utilized in Kaegetsu's basic abilities.
» Sealed Zanpakutô Powers:
Lunar Phase: Kaegetsu's abilities reflect the phases of the moon. When sealed, it is limited to the two Crescent phases; Waxing and Waning. She can change the phase, and thus the blade attached to the hilt of her sword, simply by sheathing and then re-drawing her Zanpakuto.
Waxing Crescent: Getsuga Tensho: The Kurosaki family signature technique; Karin has also inherited the Getsuga Tensho as part of her abilities, and can utilize it freely when her Zanpakuto has a red blade.
Waning Crescent: Getsuga no Tate: With a green blade, Karin's Getsuga Tensho remains in place after she swings her sword, able to block an attack or serve as a hazard if placed in the path of an opponent. The Getsuga no Tate remains in place for only one post, and Karin can only create one of them a post, but otherwise she can utilize this technique as freely as the Getsuga Tensho, painting barriers in the air with her sword.
I. Shikai
» Shikai Release Phrase: Harvest, Kaegetsu
» Shikai Appearance: Karin's appearance doesn't change with Shikai, but her sword changes drastically, becoming a hand-and-a-half straight sword with a crescent moon on the hilt. Her Shikai abilities include the ability to transform the weapon into a greatscythe of a height with her, upon which the symbol in the circle changes to a Gibbous Moon.
» Shikai Abilities:
Crescent Shape: When in sword configuration, Karin retains access to Getsuga Tensho and Getsuga no Tate, but she can utilize them both at will, without any further configuration necessary, and create up to five Getsuga no Tate shields at once. The shields also remain in place until they absorb an attack or a sixth is created; in the first case, the affected shield dissipates, while in the second the oldest existing shield fades from existence.
Gibbous Shape: Karin can, at will once per post, switch between the two configurations of her Shikai. The Gibbous configuration is, as mentioned above, a greatscythe, as tall as Karin herself is. While configured thus, Karin cannot access her Crescent techniques, but gains two new ones in exchange.
Waxing Gibbous: Rabbit's Foot: Upon activating Gibbous Shape, Karin can designate up to two willing allies as her Wards. Karin gains a significant increase in speed, equivalent to another level of skill in General Speed and Shunpo, but only when moving to defend one of these designated Wards from an attack. No aggressive motion gains this benefit; only pure defense including one of the two Wards. Karin is allowed to use this speed to physically move her allies, however.
A Ward gains a glowing Gibbous Moon symbol on their back to mark it out from the rest of the actors on the battlefield, which isn't great for Karin, because any injuries she allows a Ward to sustain are instead halved, with the other half inflicted directly on her. It comes as little surprise that this technique isn't well-known. Rabbit Foot Marks carry over into Bankai, should Karin activate it with any active, and cannot be changed without re-configuring Kaegetsu into Crescent Shape and back again.
Waning Gibbous: Rabbit's Ears: A reprisal technique against anyone who manages to exploit the downside of Rabbit's Foot, Karin gains a preternatural awareness of the location and actions of anyone who injures one of her Wards, in proportion to the amount of damage done. Healing the Ward doesn't disrupt this connection, but healing Karin does. A mild wound means Karin can find them, wherever they are, until the injury heals. A moderate wound gives an instinctual warning of the target attacking someone. If someone manages to majorly wound Karin through one of her Wards, she becomes innately aware of their actions as though looking directly at them.
Targets so marked do not manifest an outward sign of their mark, unlike Wards, and Rabbit Ear Marks, like Rabbit Foot Marks carry over when Karin enters Bankai. Dissolving a Rabbit Foot Mark by exiting Shikai or Gibbous Shape also dissolves any Rabbit Ear Marks gained from Karin's connection to that Ward.
I. Bankai
» Bankai Name: Tensa Kaegetsu (Heaven Chain Changing Moon)
» Bankai Release Phrase: Bankai: Tensa Kaegetsu
» Bankai Release Actions: Karin releases Kaegetsu, which disappears from view.
» Bankai Appearance: Karin herself is, once again, mostly unchanged in appearance during Bankai, save for the apparent absence of a weapon. The area in a 500 meter radius around her darkens or brightens in correspondence to the lunar phase she is currently accessing, with New Moon being comparable to a moonless, clear night and Full Moon being as bright as noon, with Half Moon somewhere between. Karin also gains a necklace similar to the round symbol from her Shikai, which displays the appropriate lunar phase.
» Bankai Abilities:
New Moon: Reflections: In New Moon, Karin regains the use of the sword from her Shikai, but has access to both the Crescent and Gibbous abilities from Shikai. Essentially, the New Moon phase of Bankai is just an intensified version of her Shikai, with one added ability; the ability to dematerialize and rematerialize her sword at will, as her Bankai is centered around the necklace and not the blade.
Half Moon: Determination: In Half Moon, Karin utilizes the scythe from her Shikai, also with access to all of her previous abilities. In addition, she gains yet another new skill; the ability to manipulate her body through reiryoku manipulation alone, similar to the Quincy ability Ransotengai. This ability allows Karin to move at unnatural angles, and move when she would otherwise be paralyzed.
Full Moon: Harvest: In Full Moon, Karin has no visible weapons at all, instead creating new ones out of pure reiryoku at need, in whatever shape is most useful. Combined with her other six abilities, this makes her fighting style extremely unpredictable and able to adapt to any situation. Karin can duplicate the physical appearance and characteristics of any melee weapon she can imagine, though their special abilities are not copied; she could make a copy of the sword, and only the sword, from Komamura's Bankai, as an example, but it would just be a ridiculously large sword, without any of Komamura's other abilities, such as the ability to wield said sword.
I. Inner Hollow/Mask
» Inner Hollow Name: Persona
» Inner Hollow Description:
- Persona:
» Inner Hollow Personality: Persona, as a word, comes from the Latin for "mask, or character as played by an actor." It's appropriate for Karin's Inner Hollow. Persona is, to be frank, rather slimy. She rubs Karin the wrong way with every word she says, and her every action rings false. Hollow, if you will. An incorrigible flirt, but only because it makes Karin uncomfortable. Chronically unruffled, but only because visibly reacting would be admitting surprise and, by extension, weakness. Beneath the layers of deception are just more and more layers. If there even is a core to them, an idea that Karin doubts, Persona hasn't revealed it yet.
Like many Inner Hollows, Persona chafes at the control that Karin has over her, and is reluctant to share her strength. While she pays lip service to Karin's authority over her, this is yet another of her deceptions, and the Hollow rejects the Shinigami's authority whenever she feels she can get away with it. Karin has to be careful how she phrases her demands for power, because Persona will give exactly what she is instructed to and no more, only going above the bare minimum when Karin is in real danger of dying, and then only out of self-preservation. Persona does everything she can to discourage Karin from using her, as she feels acquiescing to the demands of a Shinigami, even the one she herself is a warped mirror of, is beneath her. Given half a chance, the Hollow would mutiny and attempt to take over their shared body, but Karin has long since made it clear that she will not allow that to happen easily. Instead, Persona lies in wait within Karin's inner world, scheming.
» Inner Hollow Powers:
Gran Rey Cero: When Karin learned the signature Cero of the Espada, so did Persona, and unlike her host, the Inner Hollow is liberal with its application.
Immense Reiryoku: As Karin's dark mirror, Persona shares her host's large amount of spiritual power.
High Speed Regeneration: As a powerful Hollow, Persona regenerates swiftly from any wounds inflicted on her person.
Mirror Kaegetsu: Persona also has the ability to wield Kaegetsu's sealed and Shikai states, but not Bankai.
» Hollow Mask Appearance:
» Vizard Powers: (What benefits does your character get from transforming into their mask state?)
I. Resurrección
[NOTE: This form is for 0-3 and up. Refer to the racial specs for more information]
» Resurrección Release Phrase: (What does your character say in order to transform into their Resurrección state? This is optional.)
» Resurrección Release Actions: (What kind of action does your character perform to transform into their Resurrección state? This is also optional.)
» Resurrección Appearance: (What does your character look like when they transform into their Resurrección state?)
» Resurrección Abilities: (When a character ascends to this state, they at their peak power. Please state what kind of powers that your Vizard obtains when ascending to this form.)
I. Equipment/Other Resources
» Equipment: (If your character has any equipment, then you should put it in this section. Otherwise, if they don't, do not fill in this section and you can leave it blank.)
I. Skill Sheet
[SKILL SHEETS ARE NOT TO BE FILLED OUT UNTIL AFTER A TIER IS GIVEN! WILL SKILLS WILL BE GIVEN BY THE STAFF MEMBER THAT GRADES YOUR APP! FOR MORE INFORMATION, LOOK AT THIS THREAD]
General Skills
- Durability: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- General Speed: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Weapon Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Shinigami Skills
- Hoho: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Kidō: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Zanjutsu: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Hakuda: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Vizard Skills
- Power Augmentation Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Cero: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Mask Protection:: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Hollow Control: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Hollow Skills
- Acid Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Garganta : Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Cero/Bala: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Regeneration: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
Will Skills
- Willpower/Determination: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Mental Deduction: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Pain Endurance: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
- Focus: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
I. Roleplay Sample
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Re: Karin Kurosaki [WIP]
Mon Jul 16, 2018 8:56 am
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