Dhalia Crush [APPROVED; 5-3]

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» Name: Dhalia Crush
» Alias: Dhal
» Age: 24
» Gender: Female

» Association: Gotei 13: Stealth Force |Divison 2|

» Appearance Written: Dhalia has golden blonde hair. It’s a designer cut with a swoop over one of her eyes. Dark eye shadow punctuates an almost wintry cool eye color. Lips are usually colored in fashionable lipstick choices of crimson red, mauve, pink or dark pastels. There are multiple piercings on her face giving a rather ‘Yes, I am a bad ass’ look to her. She had her bridge pierced, lip, nose and ears decorated in dark metal. Thick, dark eye brows are contrasted over pale, perfect, pristine skin. Long pink stelletto nails in fine, sharp points attract attention to her dainty small hands, while her belly sparkles with another studded piercing. She is toned and slim, yet has a desirable appearance. She might not be one of the bustier females in Soul Society, but she just might be one of the perkiest! She wears the common Death Garments of the Shinigami with some minor differences. Her hakama is thinner while her shirt is dressed more from something in the modern, Human World.

» Appearance Image: https://i.imgur.com/ZSr9OMT.png



» Personality: The bubbly airhead is not all of hot air. Underneath the makeup and the sex appeal is a woman who is deserving of being a manipulative, and aloof creature. She is fun-loving, yet has episodes of fun, and explosive psychotic moments. Blood ripples through her veins like most people, but she is quick to temper and heeds very few rules when she is backed into a corner. She can be moody within certain situations, although she finds herself more relaxed with a drink in her hand. Her personality is usually on a swivel. She can be cute and sassy, easy going and relaxed under the right circumstances. Mixed with people who enjoy more fun than work, she becomes a hell cat. Loud, obnoxious when she drinks and parties hard and does not stop till she is passed out.

In heat of the battle, all of that bubbly hot air headedness comes to an end. That sassy smile is curved into a serious demeanor that makes the worms in the earth crawl away. She has a relentless gaze towards those she finds deep hatred for. In short, Dhalia has very base emotions and personality. She reacts like anyone else under normal situations and tends to have a richer experience in life rather than that of being worked to death.



» History: Dhalia, as far as she is concerned, is an orphaned girl who made her way out of the shit stains of the Rukongai. Having a pretty messed up childhood of living in the streets, she made up her own rules as life went along. There was no desire to bend to the wills of others when she could just lay the smack down on those deserving or underestimating her. So, she had a tough childhood, but that gradually got better as she got more developed and blossomed into adulthood. She was becoming a more beautiful woman by the day, and her desire for alcohol fueled her desires to just drink away horrible memories, and she had plenty of those and drinking helped…A LOT. But she needed to find a real job; something that should could do with her life.

She ended up becoming a delivery woman. She was quick, agile, and flexible and speed was her true calling. She could be seen rushing through crowds of people towards her destination and she was never, ever late for a pick up or a drop off. She made a decent living with that, enough to find a roof over her head, enough for booze and food. So it was a decent life, but there was always more she wanted. Little did she know that realization came to her at a heavy price? Dhalia had made some enemies in the Rukongai, some of the sleazier districts she had to deliver to. But a job was a job… when she was out for delivery; she ended up running into a group of troublesome boys. Typically she would just mind her business. But when a shove turned into a grope and that turned into something else, her anger lashed out like a hurricane. She blacked out from the attack. She was covered in severe bruises, blood pooling in her mouth. The others were crippled, she was able to save herself but now she was unsure if she was gonna survive.

Bloodied and battered, Dhalia lay on the cold dirt below her shivering as it rained, too weak to peel herself up from the ground. Her eyes blurred from the bloodletting into her eyes, she looked up and saw a shadow of a figure. He said little words to her, nothing of consequence, but bandaged her up respectfully. She rested at an inn, paid for by the kind person who took her in and helped her clean her wounds. She slept most of the time, but the image of the man was burned into her mind. One day she would thank him properly. When she was healed, several Shinigami had found way to her residents explaining that she was to practice at the Academy to be taught how to be a Shinigami. Thick lips turned into a wide smile, it was a dream of getting out of this shit hole and making a name for herself. She agreed and the next day her training at the Academy Began.

Academy life was different than living in the Rukongai, although there was little from little change with the attitude of the others towards her. The bubbly female didn’t fit in, she was having trouble with all the courses and could not keep up in terms of skills with the others. But when the Shunpo training began, she was a monster to them. She was able to dance and weave and move faster than any of her other classmates, but what was good for all that speed? Nothing. Kido training, she blasted her face and hands more times she could count. Couldn’t get the incantations correct, couldn’t do the correct movements. She was flustered, angry at the fact she might fail because of these difficult classes. But her ambition and drive steeled her…along with many, many drinks to help her relax. The female studied harder, was tutored by those who actually enjoyed her company and then all that hard work was paying off. She was moving faster, she was able to get off the Kido spells without blasting herself sky high. Pieces were falling into place and while she was still not the strongest in her class, she was quickly becoming a potential warrior. The day she graduated, they asked where she wanted to go…

“Stealth Force.”





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» Zanpakutô Name: Kyūketsuki

» Zanpakutô Spirit Appearance: A dark mist with piercing red eyes. A formless thing that seems to be pulled from the essence of a nightmare.

» Inner World: A dark sanctuary, a graveyard with broken tombs and caskets. The grass is blood red, the sky a black without a moon or a star in sight.

» Zanpakutô Appearance: – A long, thin blade with a slight curve. Half the blade seems to be dipped in red, while the the other is a dark shade of blue. A baphomet sigil makes up the blade guard, with a black cord wrapped around the hilt.

» Sealed Zanpakutô Power: – The blade pulsates a fearing affliction the more it is revealed from the sheath.



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[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]

Additional Note: The skill sheets, as of Saturday, February 10, 2018, have had small additions. There are new skills, and Master has been renamed to "Elite". Furthermore, Master is now the bridge in-between Elite and Grand Master. For more information, and the rest of the skill sheets, READ THIS THREAD

Spoiler:

General Skills

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

Shinigami Skills

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

Will Skills

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

» Roleplay Sample: Master Myoga and Opal both said their dinner prayer and began to eat, they both had worked up an appetite with all that training. They were silent as they ate, only the sound of slurping, food chewing and the sound of chopsticks were heard in the room as they sated their hunger with another delicious meal. Opal sighed lightly as he leaned back, “Will you also be teaching me Martial Arts, Sensei?”

The old man wrinkled his nose and smiled with a nod, “If we have time afterwards. Right now the important skills are becoming one with the shadows, knowing its advantages and disadvantages. You have much to learn in the arts of the shinobi, but you are progressing well. I am quite proud of you.”

The woman smiled as her ego was stroked but she didn’t let it get to her head,

“Thank you, Master Myoga. How was my performance tonight?”

“Sloppy, but you will get better with time. Your movements were not quick enough, you hesitated many times. You took too long responding to the situation. Of course, I do not expect you to be perfect on your first try. I shall walk you through the training another time when the next stealth test begins. Until then, learn the house and its noises and use those to your advantage.”

“Hai!” during her training sessions, the old shinobi warrior was also teaching her phrases in Japanese. She was a quick learner, picking up things one after another, but she sometimes stumbled on her words. The old man got up from his seat, “I shall see you outside in a little while,” he said holding up his pipe.
The woman smiled and nodded her head.

After a short break and getting into her PJs, Opal picked up her smokes and headed outside from her room and sat down on the steps leaning back against one of the pillars. She took a long drag and expelled the plume of smoke from her nose and mouth as Master Myoga took a seat next to her. He smiled casually at her, blowing out a thicker cloud of dark grey mixing with the lilac one in the air.

“You have been a good pupil, Opal-San. You are maturing as a woman, less complaining and harder at working. Next we will begin your lessons in kendo. However tomorrow, we will be resting our minds and our bodies. We shall explore something else for a change; I will show you my zen garden and talk a bit about Japanese culture. I expect you to wear that kimono from dinner as well. You won’t need your combat gear for the zen garden.”

Opal nodded her head expelling a plume of the lilac lavender smoke from her mouth. The old man lifted himself up and said his goodnight to her. His walk was slower than usual as he was going back to his room. She had forgotten he was an older man, much like Lindow…but Lindow was relatively younger than Master Myoga and it was not her place to question his age. She inhaled once more taking a long drag from her cig before blowing out with pursed lips. She blinked a few times and left the darkness and the moon and found comfort on her mattress where she found sleep and rested.

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