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Vaelynn Couteau [APPROVED, 2-4, HAZARD RANK C]
Sat Dec 14, 2019 10:14 am
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I. Basic Information
Essential Information:
» Name: The Lady Vaelynn Couteau» Alias: "Red Foot"
» Apparent Age: Early 20's
» True Age: 240
» Gender: Female
» Association: Gotei United & House Couteau
Vital Statistics:
» Height: 5 foot 8 inches» Weight: 140lbs
» Hair: Black
» Eyes: Indigo
» Handedness: Right
» Origins: Pure Shinigami
» Physical Description
"The only way to remove temptation is to yield to it."
Vaelynn is a lithe and athletic woman appearing to be in her mid-twenties. Her long, glossy, raven black hair is most often left down and straightened to a nearly immaculate degree. Her lips, full and slightly pouty, are most often adorned with either feminine and light colors like pink, or darker and more sultry colors like cherry red. Her eyes, naturally marbled indigo, are set behind smokey eyeliner and eye-shadow. They deepen and intensify in color as she uses her powers or channels her energy through her well-muscled form.
Beyond the face, Vaelynn is a woman of seductive curves and athletic tone. Her silhouette that of an hourglass, measuring 36-26-36, and usually wears a uniform modified to reveal some of her modest but ample 34C cleavage. Her complexion is fair but also a little bit ruddy and she enjoys showing strategic amounts of skin at almost all times. Rarely if ever will she show a truly scandalous amount of flesh in any formal setting, but, in private or in moments of abandon such as combat all bets are off and she will shed whatever happens to be getting in her way.
With regard to body language, Vaelynn stands with a noble and almost regal demeanor. Straightened back, shoulders pushed back and square, chin up; she's worked long and hard at capturing an aura of authority and class from which she can look down and judge others. Although her gaze can be stern thanks to the hard lines of her jaw, she is prone to showing the most subtle of smirks in the corner of her mouth for whatever private reason entertains her.
As far as accessories go, Vaelynn enjoys multiple piercings and pieces of jewelry that accentuate her style. On her right ear, she has three piercings including one in the helix. On her left ear, just two. Each of these pieces can vary from day to day depending on her mood or because of other reasons such as appearances that need to be made. On the left side of her nose, she keeps a small, simple nose ring in whenever circumstance permits. It is silver in color and generally understated.
On each hand, she wears multiple rings of brass, gold, and silver with heavily filigreed patterns and adornments; curiously, no gems of any sort are embedded in any of these things. Her left-hand has a thumb ring, her right-hand does not. On her left wrist, a brass bangle about one inch wide. And around her neck, a black silk choker connected with a silver loop rounds out her accessories.
While she often has to wear the uniform when on the clock, she prefers to operate in a modified black and dark blue bodysuit that lets her shoulders move free of fabric or restriction. This bodysuit is usually worn with boots to make it easier to run rather than the standard sandals a Shinigami might wear. Vaelynn has adopted many of the more practical elements a shinobi or a member of the execution squad might wear in order to fulfill their missions.
I. Personality
» Personality:
Not immune to the dichotomy that most Shinigami find themselves mired in, Vaelynn gladly bears a polished, carefully tended facade, however, her inner turmoils such as rage and doubt linger just beneath the surface.The traits that primarily define her to others are her outgoing pursuit of personal relationships, the desire to make sure everyone has a chance to have fun, and unwavering confidence in her own vision. She has taken great care to establish herself as a rock for her squadmates, whether or not her rank reflects that social standing, both in the field and in the barracks. Vaelynn likes the camaraderie, the talking and joking, the times together...Because without those to steal her focus? Her crippling issues begin to bubble to the surface.
Privately, Vaelynn is plagued by a lack of validation and a deep-seated desire to acquire it. In these times of strife, many of her heroic deeds have gone unrecognized given how many people may have died before they could share the stories of her efforts. It has definitely left a chip on her shoulder and she feels the desire to play nice and be recognized for 'good' waning every day.
Professionally, Vaelynn has always done a fine job for the Gotei. She completes tasks and objectives but cares substantially more about doing right by her brothers and sisters than by her superior officers. This, in combination with what appears to be an 'apparent lack of focus' has held her back to this point. Lately, however, she seems to be running out of patience for the endless mountain of bureaucracy above her. Tired of protocol, she yearns for action.
Deep down Vaelynn seeks the acknowledgment of her skill and an opportunity to take her place at the rank she private feels she is worthy of holding. All of this acting nice? It better fucking payoff or she's going to crack.
Dislikes:
» Falsehood || Perhaps it's a fine line to draw, but The Lady Couteau doesn't mind lies of omission; she minds being lied to when asking direct things. 'White lies', social contracts, and other things like that can be forgiven and allowed; after all they have their place in polite society. But offering a falsehood, to either her or in an official capacity? Simply intolerable. It's the fastest way to make her shit list.
--"It's better to offer no excuse than a bad one."
» Excess || It's an entirely different matter to go into 'overkill' when you don't know what will be necessary. But to surround yourself with the habits and trappings of someone who lives, works, and plays to excess is a sign of personal and moral failing. Of utter inability to control yourself or manage your own fate. While Vaelynn certainly looks down on this behavior, she oddly doesn't extend such mistakes or scrutiny to the realms of people who drink or find comfort in other such activities. Private excess and excess that effects other people are entirely separate ideas.
--"It's the sign of a great person to dislike greatness itself and to prefer things in measure over things in excess."
» Indifference || One of the greatest signs of weakness a person can give off is either the refusal to take a side or the density to think you are not best served by taking one. Sometimes, yes, that side is "neither" but it should still be a choice. To stay your hand and idly await a fate determined by anyone else but yourself is the definition of folly. It's cruel to your own past and your own legacy to allow such a failure to stand. Because of this, she encourages others to critically examine a great many issues, even at the cost of other things they should be doing that might rank more important.
--"The opposite of love is not hate, it's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it's indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it's indifference."
» Grandstanding || Speeches, rallies, talking. It's all so trite and often meaningless. People deserve direct, curt communication that succinctly captures feelings and intentions. Big long speeches are the refuge of politicians and the weak-minded to give and take comfort in careful measure. Vaelynn very much prefers a life led by example both for herself and for the men and women she serves with. Actions, most definitely, speak louder than any word.
--"All of it was so noble, so stirring! Yet utterly unrelated to the heart of the matter."
» Breaking Rank || Hierarchy should be observed. People have obtained or been appointed to their station because of an establish order that works, and that established order should always be respected. Always. Whether it be listening to the opinions of your elders when they are offered, or whether it be accepting the commands of your XO without question, the order of things is very important. In order for society to succeed and thrive, there must be a stratification of man. Thankfully, Vaelynn's place is near the top.
--"Hierarchies are celestial, divine. In hell, all are equal."
» Giving Up || Why in the nine hells would you stop after coming this far? If you were not committed to seeing a thing through, you never should have begun in the first place. To be fair, sometimes the natural conclusion of a thing is that you will lose and loses should be cut. But, there's no reason to stop fighting so long as you bear even the slightest odds in your favor. Battles may be lost, but may you never be accused of having given up on the war.
--"If you quit on the process, you are quitting on the result."
» Artists || While she appreciates art and the results it produces, and what it does for society, she is deeply disappointed in the life and times of an 'artist' in and of itself. Wasting time laying around thinking about ideas and intangible concepts and how to make them tangible...it's all so romantic and it's all so fake and empty. What a vapid way to live your life in the day by day. Art should come in fitful and fevered bouts of inspiration! Painted or created with a fevered dream trapped inside of you that must be purged. Go big or go home.
--"Artists are electric with delusion, trapped between moments of perfectly valid inspiration."
» Dumb Luck || Fate often conspires to make a good story and Vaelynn has been the victim of this 'universal philosophy' more than once. That may sound like an excuse, and it is, but the times that 'dumb luck' has screwed her over it's never caused her to quit or give up. She pushes on in spite of the cosmos itself reaching up yanking on her braids, giving her a tough time. What a happy mess reality is, and she hates it.
--"Luck has a way of evaporating when on you lean on it, and precipitating when you know you can't."
» Beta Personalities || Shy, emotionally responsible, and moderate. Three of Vaelynn's least favorite words altogether in one personality. Easily embarrassed, unsure and insecure about their personality and looks. All of these things combine into something that is really...unattractive to the Shinigami. This isn't to say she goes out of her way to spite them or to avoid them or making life any more difficult for people of this persuasion, merely that she will never consider one of such stock to truly be her equal. However their one redeeming feature is that they are pieces on the board she loves to move.
--"Once bitten twice shy? Sure. But why not get a bigger dog and bite them back?"
» Runners || Specifically those who engage opponents through 'avoidance'. Those quick little nimble hoppers that dodge, dodge, dodge rather than standing and meeting a challenge. Situations where she finds herself pursuing types like these or competing against types like these bring out the worst in her with little difficult. Even worse are people who outright run away rather than fighting. Retreating tactically is a move she can respect but to not even pretend to stand for something? Pathetic.
--"Yeah, you can run. But sooner or later I'll make sure you run out of places to run to."
Likes:
» Good Literature || A window into another world, or another mind, or another life. Vaelynn loves all literature of both modern and classic penning. She loves to study its diversity, especially in stories where the words on the page might age but the sentiment endures, evolving into a timeless message that goes well beyond the confines in which it was written. While few contemporary works catch her interest, there is always some degree of hope for the modern masters.
--"Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience are my ideal life."
» Mentoring || Weak links really bother her. Not so much the idea of weak links, but the idea of being surrounded by them. And in a squad and division where you are not only expected to trust others to have your back, but required to do so as a way of life, she goes out of her way to prevent such traps. Vaelynn is very positive about imparting her knowledge onto others and pushing her squad-mates to not only improve individually but refine themselves as a unit. She tries to extend this point of view to all facets of her life, seeking to better the things and people she relies upon.
--"Training costs less than incompetence. Substantially less."
» Playfulness || Often trying to merely sustain her sense of humor rather than let it run wild, Vaelynn enjoys joking with others, playing card games and bonding with the fellas, laughing at stories and telling a few of her own. She also enjoys partaking in sports or organized athletic events, or otherwise just being as jovial as she can afford to be given her job. As a dealer of death, sometimes it's all she can do to keep smiling from day-to-day. She values the same approach in others and it's an easy way to bond with her.
--"A little nonsense, now and then, keeps anyone young."
» Resilience || Faith is important to her. Passing tests against it even more so. You can spit in her face, kick her down, take her wealth and well-being, wound her pride. And she may bend, but she will never break. Her certainty in herself and in her mission is a source of great strength for her and maybe even those around her. Finding inspiration and strength in things beyond yourself in order to stand strong is the surest way to win her most confident respect.
--"Resilience is accepting your new reality, even if it's less good than the one you had before. You can scream about what you've lost, or you can accept that and try to put together something that's good."
» Superstition || Perhaps partially a comforting placebo effect, Vaelynn indulges in specific rituals that she believes gives specific results. Most of this conduct is self-reinforcing, since it's all in her head anyway, and the 'high' she earns by complying makes for a dangerous loop. While this behavior doesn't expressly interfere with her actions minute by minute, it does occasionally short-circuit her logic and lead to undue risks. Because of this, routine is important for her and she believes all of her warriors and officers should strive to find one of their own, as well as keep other customs in mind.
--"The root of all superstition is that men observe when a thing hits, but not when it misses."
» Sonder || Sometimes you just need to feel small. Vaelynn enjoys big cities, or strolling around the Seireitei or the Rukongai incognito, observing people and watching life unfold. The confluence of all of the personalities, creeds, beliefs, and all the other messy pieces that make humans unique collide and shape themselves into something so beauty and endlessly interesting. So long as she's watching from a comfortable distance, that is. Things are easier to appreciate at an arm's length.
--"Humanity is a beautiful ocean. A few drops of dirty water does not taint the whole."
» Ikebana ||Sometimes traditional, sometimes more Western in approach, Vaelynn loves to set aside time every morning to savor the art of flower arranging. She allows for very few true 'creature comforts' in her private life, so inviting a bit of beauty, a bit of class, and a bit of the puzzle of creativity that comes with true Ikebana is a great way for her to get her juices flowing each day. It's also a delight for her to see the look on other people's faces when they realize that the arrangement on the table was made by her very own hand.
--"The flower which is single need not envy the thorn which is numerous."
» Baseball || Her favorite pastime to observe and take in on a lazy, summery afternoon. Vaelynn loves the game of baseball and has occasionally participated in recreational leagues between both Japan and America, as her duties and sabbatical have allowed her to do.
--"Baseball is like church; many attend, few understand."
» Cherry Blossoms || The simplistic beautify of the white, rose, and pink blossoms captivates both her senses and her imagination. She often models her fashion sense after these Japanese main-stays and tries to pay subtle tribute to the motif whenever possible. Having said that, the display is for her own enjoyment, not necessarily so she can be seen in such things. This leads to often subtle choices.
--"What a strange thing, to be alive beneath the cherry blossoms!"
» Sparring || Constantly evaluating your own strengths, weaknesses, and mind for tactics is of vital importance to the mind of warrior. It is only in resting on our laurels and accepting that we know enough, or have nothing more to learn from those around us, that we allow ourselves to invite defeat. Sparring is akin to breathing for the true warrior.
--"If you want to find real competition just look in the mirror. After awhile you'll see your rivals scrambling for second place."
» Competition || Objectively being slotted ahead of another is a great feeling, no matter what anyone else tries to tell you. Vaelynn embraces this and savors the thrill of competition in virtually all the forms it takes. Sometimes that's racing to Mess, sometimes that's racking up a kill count in a battle. Hell, sometimes that's even in something so simple as who can tie their running shoes faster. Either way, it feels good to compete. Almost as good as winning.
--"Competition is a rude but effective form of motivation. Especially for the self."
Flaws:
» Single-Minded ||Okay, so maybe she gets a bit of tunnel vision on some things, like the need to chase after a good, clean, honest fight that might jeopardize other duties on any given day. Despite her dedication to the mission, priorities become fuzzy when something is already in motion. She just likes to finish what he starts, okay? Unfortunately, this naughty habit is often reinforced by the attitude of some of her friends and squad-mates who like to see the grittiness that comes with it.
--"The only thing more terrifying than a rampaging maniac with no goal is a rampaging maniac with just one."
» Brutality || If you wanted to be polite you could call it a rage problem, but it runs much deeper than that for Vaelynn. There is a terrible, primal need within her that once unleashed is very difficult to get back into its cage - to rip and cut and tear and smash anything she can get her sword on - until everything in the vicinity has been relegated to goo and/or dust.
--"I once heard someone say that civilization weakened natural selection. Well, I am to fix that."
» Sadism || Decades of being ignored, forgotten, overlooked took their toll on her. In her heart, Vaelynn yearns to be remembered and to leave a lasting impression on those whose lives she enters. In her younger years, this was a much more healthy and positive interaction that saw her striving to add joy and hope, but this sentiment turned to ash in her mouth as she discovered her talent for inflicting pain. You see, fear, pain, terror...these things last much longer and stain much more deeply than the lighter tones. She'll be remembered by all those that cross her path.
--"The healthy man does not torture others. It is the tortured who turns into the torturer."
» Prideful || She's done some stuff and she's not shy about taking credit for that. Vaelynn is a good looking woman with a bright future, a good career track, and the skills to pay the bills. She tries not to be vain about it but it takes very little time for her to relapse into a less humble woman than she should be. Because of this pride, it's not much of a stretch to see her as cocky although a trained eye might be able to understand that the bravado is motivated by something more than mere confidence.
--"You aren't born with a walk like this - you have to earn it."
» Bottled Up || All the gregarious, friendly, extroverted qualities aside, Vaelynn is genuinely rattled by the risks associated with everyday life and the career she commits to. Thoughts of oblivion, of lost friends, and of the murder inflicted lurk in the back of her mind somewhere deep - but only if she lets them. If she ever stopped, she might actually have to face them! And that's just...well..that's just not okay. She finds release at the bottom of a bottle or at the end of her sword.
--"I try not to let my head tell me what to do any more than I have to. That fucker gives up too easily."
» Aloof || The way Vaelynn's mind works, it's often difficult for her to seem genuinely interested in interpersonal matters, or with the plight of 'humanity' as a whole. True, she enjoys camaraderie and fostering togetherness but she always, always, maintains a professional distance about her own matters. It's her duty as an officer and her duty as a woman of 'good birth' that she should be above the petty dramas and squabbles of her lesser Shinigami. Unfortunately, rather than knowing how to actually draw that line she simply turns that side of herself off.
--"Something terrible could happen to your right now and wipe you off the face of the three realms. And while I might be sad for you for a little while? Neither I nor the universe would really bat an eye."
» Predictability || Something she acknowledges as a fault, if only privately, is just how obvious Vaelynn can be to someone looking at her. She tends to swing exactly where it looks like she is swinging, to run exactly where it appears she is heading, and say exactly what her words were intended to convey. But for her, it also means that a promise is a promise - if she tells you that she will be there to bail your unit out in five minutes, well, set your watch. This isn't to say she is unimaginative or incapable of improvising, merely that deceit just doesn't show up in her playbook in professional matters.
--"Ironically, engaging people with just what they expect from you is the best way to get a predictable response. I want you to think I'm predictable. At all times."
» Shameless || One of the core tenets of reform and self-improvement is to acknowledge the bad features about yourself, the bad behaviors, and to feel regret, shame, or remorse at expressing them. While Vaelynn does recognize that parts of the self need improving, even in her refined case, she simply will never be made to feel shame about them by an outsider. By someone who doesn't understand her. So to this end, her process has been greatly slowed by careful adherence to this artificial barrier. Her conduct, he outfits, her battlefield 'etiquette'...she feels no shame.
--"Shame is an ornament for the young and the disgrace of the old."
» Busybody || Vaelynn is not at all interested in sharing her own social or private woes with her acquaintances or subordinates. But she is deeply and genuinely interested in sticking her nose into whomever else's business she can get her hands on. Knowing the ins and outs of other people's relationships is of great use in manipulating the dynamics of her division or the politics of the Soul Society in general. Knowing who is emotionally compromised, knowing who could be, knowing who cannot afford to be...all of these things add up to create a full picture that she finds very valuable to have during both times of war and of peace.
--"Only a few people care; the rest are just curious."
» Indulgent || There is always time for spectacle, for gamesmanship. Vaelynn enjoys her vices and the routines that come along with them. Honoring the dead by drinking or celebrating to their names. Playing drinking games. Offering opponent's sporting chances. Entertaining ridiculous pleas from subordinates and making them into even further games. All of these things add up to a convoluted collection of personal rules that she can get away with imposing or using simply because she is the one with the upper hand in the power dynamic in her Division. And in places where she isn't? She uses these same rules to try to engage the other person and bring them into her dynamic actively. What's the worst they can do? Say no?
--"The only way to rid yourself of temptation is to yield to it."
Habits:
» Yoga || Often accused of being quick to adopt modern and Western styles of fashion and sensibility, Vaelynn has certainly embraced yoga and made it a part of her daily routine. Every morning involves ritual stretching and flexibility training through yoga which then transitions into a short Tai Chi exercise to center herself for the day.
» Gourmand || While this falls short of excess, as evidenced by her still slender figure, Ms. Couteau very much enjoys the foods and cultures of the world. Searching out interesting meals and enjoying them in their intended manner is one of her greatest delights, so much so that it's how she prefers to spend the majority of the vacation time that she takes. Many of her interactions with the men and women of her division involve group meals or being hosted in the homes of her officers where they may share a meal together. She'll try just about any good at least once, and is even an okay cook in her own right.
» Karaoke Star || Something of an open secret is Vaelynn's love of Earthly music. While she's old enough to have this interest 'evolve' over time and include some very old music, she loves the reality that music turns over so often and seems to live and breathe in concert with the modern times. Pop, hip hop, a bit of country, bit of rock...She's liable to be singing something virtually any time she gets engaged on a task that requires less than her full concentration. Alternatively, she also sings when she's genuinely having fun; a mixed blessing for her opponents as she pummels them into submission while screaming N*SYNC.
» Colorful || Although she always wears the 'required' elements of her uniform, Vaelynn loves to add accents and splashes of color that constitute her personal touch. Chiefly, she ties her shihakusho with a light pink silk sash decorated with cherry blossoms. If she's in a situation where the uniform is not required but she wants to add the color, all the same, she may tie her hair up using that same sash.
» Fingernails || When one or both of her hands are idle she almost immediately begins playing with and digging at her nails. The reality of a life of swordplay means that they never grow too long and never look quite right, so with the rare exception of times she pampers herself with day trips to the spa, manicures, and other feminine indulgences, she is constantly playing with, picking at, or even sometimes chewing on her nails.
Fears:
» Disappointment || More precisely disappointing her family. Vaelynn's earliest seeded complex involves the persistent and ever-present fear of measuring up against her siblings, her cousins, and her parents and coming up short. As a youth she always strove to be recognized, given even the smallest morsel of attention and praise for her achievements, but she was denied. As she aged, rather than being offered the help and aid of her family necessary for her to achieve she was instead shown only cold indifference. The day she finally broke through that and earned recognition was the single sweetest taste in her entire storied life. Unfortunately, the lasting effect of that only made her failures taste all the more sour.
» Being Forgotten || Related to the above, Vaelynn strives to build a legacy that will survive beyond her death and shape the future for generations to come. But more than merely striving to be remembered, she deeply yearns for people who will be there to remember her, in addition to having noteworthy deeds. A husband, children, a successful career. The respect of her co-workers, the fear of her enemies. All of these are tools she craves to wrap around her finger as she pursues a legacy. It would be one thing if she were after these elements because she genuinely wanted the fulfillment they bring. Instead, she fears not having them at all. If she were to ever achieve a portion of security against this fear, it would merely morph into something more--the crippling fear of losing what she had managed to gain.
» Exposure || Although she is chiefly and supremely confident in her abilities as a leader, as a warrior, and as a Shinigami of the Gotei...Vaelynn has a corner of her psyche that nurtures the subtle worry that one day someone may come along and soundly embarrass her as a warrior, exposing her as some sort of childish and disappointing fraud. It's an unreasonable fear, but to her it would spell the end of everything she feels she has become since she stepped into her own.
Goals:
» Achievement || Recognition from peers, enemies, and allies as one of the strongest and most potent Shinigami to have ever lived. It is her intention to dwarf even the most optimistic expectations of her family and show them the error of their ways. And in so achieving this end, she will force them to admit they had always believed in her and known she had the potential, even if that's a lie.
» Legacy || To be worthy of a husband and a family in spite of her true nature. The natural mechanisms of love and acceptance denied her for so long, will be hers to freely give one day. Having said this, it's not enough that she simply finds a willing partner she can tolerate. The idea of true love isn't something she denies, but it's also not something she accepts. There are standards to uphold if society is to benefit from her legacy at all. Best not to start things off on the wrong foot.
Alignment: Lawful Evil. Vaelynn, despite being a generally free-spirited and optimistic person when examined in a bubble, relies upon systems of order and law in order to methodically and intentionally pursue her own interests and the agenda of her allies. These tactics often come at the cost of the well-being or success of others and seek to manipulate legal and systemic advantages in order to remain in power, or in control of a power dynamic.
I. History
» History: PLEASE SEE THE SECOND POST FOR CHARACTER HISTORY
I. Equipment
» Equipment: [Section is being skipped for now]
I. Racial Techniques/Abilities/Skills
» Abilities & Skills: Over the course of a long life, Vaelynn has seen a share of battle well in excess of the average for a Shinigami. With such exposure come certain benefits, skills, and other tricks of the trade that make the warrior.
» Bakudo: Vaelynn is an expert at a number of advanced bindings and seals she uses to trip up her opponents, ensnare, and ultimately imprison them. Regardless of whether or not it's due to her cruelty or the effectiveness of bindings at as a form of Kido, she's practiced and proficient at it.
» Shunpo: While Shunpo is a skill all Shinigami are familiar with and have some degree of practice in, Vaelynn is especially good at short, blurred steps within a small area. Big, dramatic movements that create lots of distance are something she struggles to do well or often, preferring to stay near her opponent's weak spots and him them hard and fast.
» Zanjutsu Expertise: Vaelynn's top priority and signature as a warrior has always been her ability to inflict both intentional damage and intentional cruelty with her sword. She's learned in a wide variety of techniques taught to her by several different tutors and masters that were hired by her family in order to give all of their children the most capable education. Preferring to fight aggressively, Vaelynn utilizes her skill and training to immediately press advantages and exploit weaknesses rather than waiting to feel out an opponent by allowing them to do this to her.
While she prides herself on being observant and discerning such weaknesses in order to exploit them, she would much rather savor chasing over being chased.
» Reiatsu Pressure: Vaelynn's dark purple aura is especially piercing when channeled through her Zanpakuto. This is most often used in combination with her other ability to absolute devastate fortifications, other structures, or other items such as shields and armor. She's learned to focus her power on the tip of her sword, rather than collecting it along the cutting edge.
» Pain Tolerance: She wouldn't be a very good sadist if she couldn't also take some pain. This isn't to say she enjoys the feeling but rather she is intimately aware that dishing it out also requires taking it. Pain lets you know you're alive, for better and for worse. Vaelynn will often sacrifice her body and take deliberate hits so she can close into intimate range and deliver a far worse strike of her own. Reckless? Perhaps. But unarguably effective.
I. Sealed Powers
» Zanpakutô Name: Kugyō, "Penance"
» Zanpakutô Spirit Appearance: Kugyō appears as an ill-defined, amorphous mass of inky blackness in a constant state of chaos and turbulence. Large pseudopods of the mass rise and fall from its body, occasionally taking on clearly defined, rigid, solid shapes with their own colors and textures. Some of these shapes include squid-like tentacles both massive and minuscule, viscous bubbles that swell and pop, large eyeballs with elliptical pupils, and skeletal hands that seem to be trying to claw their way free rather than merely surfacing from Kugyō.
While such undulations are not constant, their frequency seems to rise and fall with the desperation at which Kugyō tries to communicate with its master. While capable of speaking to its wielder in slow, drawn-out whispers befitting the eldritch mass that it is, it often chooses even more vague methods for communication. Games, scavenger hunts, pantomime from the fallen warriors, and full-scale recreations done by the long-dead. All of these methods and more, combined with the elements at his disposal, make Kugyō one big hot mess to try and get a straight answer from.
And truthfully, the spirit loves to be convoluted. As a foil to Vaelynn, Kugyō is many things she is not. Opaque in both intention and language, fluttering about from topic to topic and place to place without ever reaching the point, it's a deeply frustrating experience for Vaelynn on even the best of her days. Having said that, bridging the gap to arrive at the intended message, the whole point of these exercises is something the two of them find deep meaning and reward from completing. They agree they frustrate each other. They agree with why. And they agree that it's worth it.
Kugyō itself is often silent in most situations, preferring to stay its amorphous hand until he is called upon by his wielder. At this advanced stage of their bond, the two understand their dynamic well enough to know that Vaelynn will first and foremost do her best to overcome a challenge. If, and only if she fears she may be lacking, will she turn to the council of her other half and invite more poignant lessons. What it has already taught her are a great many tidbits of knowledge she keeps near and dear to her heart.
In more personal matters, Kugyō is the single greatest encourager of Vaelynn's sadistic tendencies. The two of them revel in the pain and mayhem that they cause; a language they both speak and understand -very clearly-. Mutually, they both feel the pain of neglect that was strongest during the forging of their emotional bond all of those decades ago. For better and for worse, it was their first taste of each other.
» Inner World: Vaelynn's inner world is a desolate, darkened battlefield that stretches to the furthest horizon. A craggy plain of rocks and blood and swords turned down and jammed into the earth, her Inner World is the site of an ancient battle fought between unknowable forces.
Scattered about, between the discarded weapons, lay pieces of armor and sun-bleached bones long since picked over by vultures and other predators of opportunity. The place smells of blood, of death, but there is no one to be found save for her Zanpakutô and the empty howling of the wind. Several major sites are scattered about and occasionally the ghosts of the past manifest long enough to play out their ill-fated battles one more time before collapsing back into ether and nothingness.
Although she's never known for certain, Vaelynn believes that these battles, these scenes, are how her Zanpakutô tries to convey its convoluted messages to her at one of their most deep and sincere levels. Perhaps she's merely finding patterns in the madness, seeking to assign meaning to the unknowable. Perhaps one day all of this will be illuminated.
» Zanpakutô Appearance: Very simple in design, the Zanpakutô takes the form of a slender, single-edged blade with a slight curve and a 'shobu-hi' style blood groove running its length. The blade itself is a bit longer than average at 38 inches in length, has a square guard that is wrapped tightly with a simple black grip and is adorned with two thin, woven braids hanging from the hilt. Each of these braids is about 10 inches long and serve no purpose save for style. Vaelynn will occasionally rewrap these braids in order to change the color, and most recently swapped them out to one light pink and one cherry red braid.
» Sealed Zanpakutô Power: Her Zanpakuto is almost always coated in a thin layer of the acidic substance used by her Shikai. As such, this blade is highly effective against objects, literally melting them with prolonged contact. Wounds caused even by her sealed Zanpakuto are somewhat more difficult to treat and heal than normal cuts due to their caustic nature.
I. Shikai
» Shikai Release Phrase: "Cry out for judgment, Teishutsu ni Kugyō!" [lit. 'submission to penance']
» Shikai Release Action: Holding her blade out and angling it downward, Vaelynn speaks the command phrase.
» Shikai Appearance: Upon completing the release phrase, the blade begins to weep a viscous, black substance from the guard and out of the blood groove which coats the weapon. The excess liquid flies off of the blade and scatters about as she swings her sword, clinging to all materials it happens to touch. As Vaelynn continues to fight, the liquid will gradually darken her hands, wrists, and even her uniform as it continues to splash on her and weep down the blade. Despite the effects of her Shikai, this liquid has no effect on either Vaelynn or her equipment.
» Shikai Abilities: Ruination -- The substance created by Kugyō becomes substantially more potent and can be flung from her blade in large dollops of the material. From this state, the black goo also takes on a number of its own emergent properties including the ability to generate up to eight limbs and pseudopods for grabbing and restraining opponents as well as generating up to four large ophidian eyes capable of relaying information back to Vaelynn over a mental link. The Pseudopods restrain similar to a Bakudo, and the Eyes act as Vaelynn's up to a maximum distance of 200 ft.
Opponents that have this material touch their skin will see their flesh immediately become translucent and their skin paper-thin. Even mild exertion or tugging at the skin will cause it to painfully split spilling out their vital sap and exposing the muscle and bone underneath to the full and corrupting influence of the raw, exposed material. Resisting this effect is based on the difference in Reiatsu pressure between Vaelynn and her target.
Additionally, this effect takes place even through thin layers of clothing such as shirts or pants though someone especially desperate to avoid the effect has a few seconds to remove that article of clothing before this process begins. The black goo does not seem to be able to penetrate thicker substances like armor or the leather of boots, but, such things do still have cracks or seams or other places for the goo to find its way in. Semi-Liquids are a bitch like that.
I. Bankai
» Bankai Abilities: Perdition -- Escalating to even greater effect, Kugyō's black goo gains more potency and Vaelynn can grasp even more fine control over its writhing mass. The black patches of the substance now scattered across the battlefield are now capable of forming into massive, articulated human-like hands and arms that reach and grab and claw at whatever living things happen to be nearby. These arms grow to a size proportional to the patch from which they are spawned, although many arms may spawn from the same large patch. The viscous material that these arms are composed of is the very same acrid, black, corrupt mass that Vaelynn makes use of in her other phases, therefore, any attempts to cut the arms down are likely to only result in getting someone or something else covered in the black goo. Although it is possible to resist the effects of the acidic goo, it is more difficult in her Bankai.
These individual arms are certainly vulnerable to attack, as they must solidify and take on tangible and textured forms in order to interact with the things around them, but as they are formed from the soupy mass they can simply gather back up again if knocked to pieces. Small puddles of the material are capable of moving and forming together with other small puddles in order to create larger masses and therefore larger arms. These arms act with a will of their own but are not wholly independent. Vaelynn may command them either verbally or mentally although they are far from perfect soldiers. When commanded in this manner they generally hang on to the last order given, such that they cannot really be distracted from their task unless Vaelynn herself becomes similarly distracted.
And as a final note for this ability, wherever these pseudopods and arms happen to strike or slam their mass against, they transfer small amounts of their viscous sludge onto that surface. In this way, even if an opponent is capable of eluding their grasp and making it to safety, they are very likely still struck somewhere by the acrid substance even if in small measure.
When Vaelynn seals her Bankai, these arms will collapse back into their sludge piles even if they are in the act of restraining someone. While this spares the target the pain of being further crushed or directly maimed by her Bankai, this does not absolve them the painful wounds either caused by or exacerbated by her Zanpakutou.
I. Skill Sheet
(To Find Out about what these skills are for, please READ THIS THREAD before you try doing anything to it.)
[spoiler]6-Tier: Allowed all beginners.
5-Tier: Allowed all beginners.
4-Tier: Allowed 1 Adept, 3 Beginner
3-Tier: Allowed 3 Adept, 1 Beginner
2-Tier: Allowed 2 Advanced, 2 Adept
1-Tier: Allowed 1 Elite, 2 Advanced, 1 Adept
0-5 Tier: Allowed 1 Elite, 3 Advanced
General Skills
- Durability: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Trained/Beginner/Untrained
- General Speed: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Strength: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Weapon Skill: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
Shinigami Skills
- Hoho: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Kidō: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Zanjutsu: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Hakuda: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
Will Skills
- Willpower/Determination: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Mental Deduction: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
- Focus: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
I. Role Play Sample
» Roleplay Sample: SEE THE SECOND POST, AS THIS HAS REACHED THE CHARACTER LIMIT.
Hazard Rating: C
- Power: C
- Influence: D
- Resources: C
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Re: Vaelynn Couteau [APPROVED, 2-4, HAZARD RANK C]
Sat Dec 14, 2019 9:55 pm
THE STORY OF VAELYNN COUTEAU
- The Story of Vaelynn's Birth:
- Vaelynn Couteau was born one of a great many children to Orin and Haruki Couteau. Eighth in the order of birth and second youngest by the end of her parents 'expansion' of the family unit, her birth seemed to lack much of the typical fanfare and excitement that the others had held. The grandparents were tired, her parents were tired, the oldest children had moved on and off to their own lives, and even many of the middle children had already gone through these transitory things at least once thanks to the nicely spread out birth years for her siblings. By the time Haruki had reached number eight, she was flat out tired of giving birth. At least the youngest, Tamiko, had the advantage of her mom knowing she would be the last.
It was a rainy day. A rainy week, in fact, when Vaelynn had her first cry as her lungs took over and she was welcomed into the world. Her mother held her, briefly, before passing her back to the very well equipped nurses and midwives that were only slightly more practiced at these things than Haruki was at this point. Then, mom took a nice long and much-deserved nap. It would be nearly two weeks before she would hold her daughter again; a sign of things to come for both of them.
The first 18 months of Vaelynn's life were very textbook. Although her parents were 'seasoned' at the tasks required to rear a child, they had lost the patience and necessary ardor to take much more of an interest in their new daughter beyond a few hours a day. In addition to this, frankly, they just had the money to get away with paying nannies and midwives and tutors to instill lessons into their children if they were either too busy or not inclined to make the time. Make no mistake, Vaelynn was born into a house of love. She just wasn't born into a house where love was the priority anymore. Orin's eighth child! Few even knew her name.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Early Childhood:
- As the years began to gain momentum, Vaelynn passed many of the traditional milestones much to her family's nonplussed and absolutely tepid reaction. Speech, walking, the first days of school. All of it was very boring to them, but a wonderful world of opportunity to her. Inevitably, such curiosity when left to fester in the absence of answers drove her to start acting out in an attempt to get them. Adventurous she became, eluding her nannies and caretakers for hours at a time. She would come back with dirt on her cheeks and a smile on her face with just enough time to get cleaned up before dinner.
Of course, at dinner, she was expected to be seen and not heard as her mother, father, and the senior children discussed the goings on of the day and what was coming up next. As a spry little brat, she doubtlessly had nothing interesting to add to the discussion; a fact they were happy to remind her of as often as her parents and oldest siblings could. In private, one on one, each of them treated her much more nicely. They'd bring her sweets, they'd tussle her hair, they'd apologize for not making time for her or for being dismissive. After all, such conduct was expected of the rest and they didn't have a choice with so many eyes on them. 'That's just the way the family was'. A refrain she grew used to hearing. Too young and too naive to point out the dissonance that underlies such a statement she had little choice but to hold her quivering lips and stop herself from crying, and just grin and bear it.
It didn't take too long before the quivering lip of a disappointed young girl turned into a clenched jaw of an angry teen.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Adolescence:
- Throughout her young life, Vaelynn Couteau had on occasion been the target of pity from members of her family and the general public. They could see the way she looked up at her family, the love she had in her heart...and they could see the disappointment in her eyes when her gestures went either unnoticed, unappreciated, or unreciprocated. That's not to say every day was tears and sadness, far from it, merely that these occasions were far too great for something that tried to call itself a 'family'. But all of that aside, Vaelynn had never truly felt the pity targetted at her, or offered with a sideways glance, until one fateful day.
For her young mind, it was innocuous as any other day. Go here and play, go here and read this thing, go here and watch the nan prepare lunch. Then, one afternoon, much commotion overtook the house. Lots of adults coming in and out, many handshakes for her father. The other children buzzing. Vaelynn waited patiently in the kitchen next to her nanny as the matron of the house stopped in and received congratulations from the house staff. Her nanny looked down at her with a sad, pitying smile and she did not understand why. She felt it pouring out of this woman's soul and into her and she did not understand why.
Her mother bent down slightly and placed a hand on her shoulder. With a thin-lipped smile on her face she looked at her daughter and announced to her she would be blessed with a younger sister or brother! Vaelynn smiled and hopped and for a moment was genuinely happy to see her family grow and another young one be added to take under her wing as her brothers and sisters had largely failed to do. But...smile still on her face, she looked up to her nanny to spread her joy and that depleted half smile struck her right back and knocked her spirits down.
"It's all over now." The woman said as she looked down at the young girl with tears welling in her eyes. "What little attention they have spent is all over for you. This child is to be their last; they will give it as much or more as they gave their first born son. I'm so sorry, young one."
Vaelynn, unsure how to respond or even if she should, simply furrowed her brow and set about looking for entertainment that didn't involve adults. What else could she do?
The next several months passed quickly and the prophetic words of her nan turned out to be true. The lessons continued, the activities were still scheduled. But when once there had been house staff on hand to see to her interaction, to see to her studies, to see to her well being there was now only a single nanny. Everyone else had been diverted to doting on Haruki as she prepared to give birth. Soon, Tamiko was born, a beautiful young girl and the last in their brood to bear the Couteau name. Number eight did not matter much anymore.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Burgeoning Powers:
- The child known as Tamiko soaked up everything meant for her older sister. No fault of the child's to be sure, babes are the innocent among us most of all. But she was the one placed upon the pedestal. The baby of the family. Sweet, cute, talented, bright Tamiko.
It was noticed by instructors, of course, when Vaelynn began to demonstrate both spiritual awareness and a talent for projecting some sort of limited power. It began first during puberty, as many others in similar situations have had happen to them. Seeing strange auras intermittently, causing things to happen around her by virtue of raw emotions running unchecked. And a strange, black shadow that seemed to follow her at a great distance, waiting just around corners as if waiting or hoping to be caught spying on her. She left that last one out from her stories that she told the other children and her parents. Somehow, even at this age and this stage of development, she understood that at least part of what she was seeing was meant for her eyes only.
Brought before her father, Vaelynn stood proudly as the martial arts instructor retained by her Clan presented the latent talents of his pupil to her father. She could swear that, on some level, he actually broke his stoic facade to let a grin of pride overtake him. But, perhaps that was merely an increasingly desperate girl's fantasy running away with her. Her father, Orin, congratulated her and said he was looking forward to what surely great things she would accomplish in the already so accomplished footsteps that her oldest siblings had laid out before her, as if she could forge none of her own. Her joy turned to ash in her mouth as word of her worthiness spread around the estate.
'This makes five of the first eight kids!'
'Another one woke up! Think she'll be as strong as her older brother?'
'I wonder if this means the new babe will be talented too!'
'I bet the little baby will wind up exceeding all of them!'
All of the talk, all of the speculation about her talents and her potential was redirected right before her eyes and gobbled up by her siblings. There was little else for her to do there within those walls except to plead with her instructor to get her to the level necessary to become a Shinigami. The Gods of Death would surely have a place for her even if her family did not seem to offer the same. Perhaps then, in an organization she knew to be based on the merits of a man and the skill of their conviction, she would find recognition for her deeds.
The following years saw Vaelynn become increasingly withdrawn. Sullen. Sad. There was nothing left for her there except a roof over her head and clothes on her back. She began acting out while sparring, injuring some of the neighbor boys that father's friends brought over to train with her. Then she began getting carried away with her instructors. Then property. Then her own property. Escalation after escalation resulted in her siblings sitting her down. 'Father says he's worried, you need to behave'. Never Father himself anymore, and never any more guidance than she needed to behave.
At last the day came when her instructor signed the endorsement and her application to the academy was accepted. Mother and Father both signed the same note detailing their pride that she was accepted; they looked forward to seeing her in a shihakusho and were certain that she would represent them well among the Shinigami. Their parting sentiments are written down plain as day. Represent them. Do things that make them look good. Further their name, not forge your own. She tore their letter in half but kept the pieces as a reminder that, in some fashion, they did care about something.
During the final hour of her time at the estate, many members of her family saw her off before she left through the gates. Mother, oldest brother, and oldest sister. And Tamiko. Sweet, still innocent, wide-eyed Tamiko was the only one to give her a hug, and it was a long and wholesome one that nearly brought her to tears at the love that bloomed from within it. She held on to that as she left her home. Something needed to keep her grounded, to keep her mind thankful and appreciative of this place that had been her entire life up until this point, Tamiko would be it.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Time at the Academy:
- For many students, six or more years are required to complete all of the theory, lesson, practicum, and demonstrations necessary to complete all proficiencies required by the Spiritual Arts Academy. As much as she wished she could say she was a prodigy, young Vaelynn was not. Talented, sure, but so was everyone else at Academy. Her only advantage over the others, her only anchor to keep her driving forward each and every day was the utter persistence and uncurable determination that she had learned how to channel during her adolescence. It would serve her well.
Things she was slow to grasp? She would stay up all night reading and rereading chapters until she was practically blue in the face. Slow to understand a step or blockchain? Her every waking hour would be spent in the training dojos with her asauchi in hand until she had come as close to mastery as she had the time to get. She was far, far from prodigious but she was certainly persistent. A feat her peers and her instructors took note of.
Vaelynn's graduation did not occur until her eighth year just as several of the instructors were starting to seriously doubt her ability to get passed several key points of their instructions. Once again taking a disadvantage and try to make it into an advantage, Vaelynn used the extra time she was given (or had earned, depending on point of view) to further bond with her blade and refine her swordsmanship. Lots of students fancy themselves 'masters' at a very young age. Vaelynn knew she was not, but she also knew that her skill, as well as her unquenchable youthful energy, could knock a few of the instructors back on their heels for a while before they put away this upstart whelp. It brought both Vaelynn and her instructors great joy to be able to take a spar a bit more seriously than usual.
During her final terms, Vaelynn was often used by instructors as a sparring partner for earlier students. Such are the burdens of those who have been in the program a long time; they must then help teach the next generation in order to further round out their mastery of the subjects covered by the Academy. In addition to being just plain useful for the purposes of giving students necessary attention, it was doubly useful for identifying candidates for officers positions. Those who might show a talent for leadership or teaching when their ultimate division had positions free. Vaelynn knew she was being watched but she never fancied herself an officer; after all, she was just the Couteau runt. They could do better.
When left to instruct new students, she was harsh. Even more harsh than her instructors who had been so patient with her and others. Firm but patient. The Gotei was a military organization but students do not grow big and strong if you constantly pulp and macerate them into submission. Vaelynn tried so very hard to keep this in mind but it simply could not be helped as her natural cruelty and sadism began to seep through the cracks. She quickly gained a reputation as a skilled but harsh trainer, flicking her blade on the calves of each student she bested, every time she bested them, even if it were only during training exercises. Soon, she was someone to be avoided by the timid and faced with a straight back and a serious mind for improvement by those willing to challenge themselves. As cruel as she could be, she challenged them for every inch they won.
Near the end of the year, one of the students she had been training had finally defeated her: Genji from Clan Tanaka. A similarly runty black sheep of his noble family's litter, Genji instantly respected that she cut him no slack for being part of the Tanaka Clan. Vaelynn threw the respect right back for similar reasons. Soon, their friendship was united by their mutual skill and it was a natural fit. Confident she had finally found a bond that could endure beyond her family, she graduated Academy with her head held high.
- The Story of Vaelynn's First Forray:
- Without a Shikai to call her own, without even having definitively met her Zanpakutou, Vaelynn graduated Academy and settled in finish her selection and courting process with one of the Gotei-13's Squads. While she had her own preferences, it was just as much about selling yourself to them as having them pick you. Her interests wavered back and forth as she got to know the people better beyond just the mission statement of each. Squad 2, Squad 5, Squad 10, Squad 11...so many possibilities! In time she naturally gravitated toward Squad 2, the Special Operations squad.
Having been taken under the watchful wing of several unseated members of the squad, she accompanied them on an expedition into the urban maze that was New York City. Four members in total, including herself, tasked with following up on some data and reports that indicated a Hollow had been roaming Long Island looking for trouble and had taken up residence in an abandoned industrial district. They went in quiet, she followed protocol and waited patiently while her peers demonstrated their thought patterns and processes that were necessary for safety and survival. And all of it was practically wasted.
The moment the proverbial shit hit the fan, all the careful lessons she had absorbed from her peers and from the Academy had flown right out of her ears and out the window. Clueless, dumbstruck, practically trembling in confusion, Vaelynn could only watch as the Hollow batted her squadron around and rampaged throughout the warehouse. Naturally, the dumb thing eventually set its eyes on her; what a tasty treat this fresh, green recruit would make for a budding Hollow! Just as its slavering jaw opened and its massive claws reached down for her, instincts took over and she ripped her katana free from its sheath and sliced the things forearm clean off. The beast yowled and roared and raged at her but, lost to the moment, she couldn't help but leap atop the thing and rip and roar right back. Face and uniform covered with the things blood she continued to cut its face and torso and tear as its flesh until it finally died and evaporated into soul sand right before her eyes. Her squad mates regrouped and found her like that, still heaving and panting with adrenaline as she came down from the kill. They certainly accepted her more from this point.
The night after her first hunt, her Zanapkutou appeared to her and invited her into its battlefield, her inner world. She was not yet permitted to learn its name, but the great writhing mass of blackness had finally revealed its formless face. No longer was this shadow merely following her in the distance. She now knew it was part of her. Forever.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Rescue of Tamiko:
- As our story leaps forward and Vaelynn has deepened her bond with her Zanpakutou enough to learn its name and call forth its Shikai, the rest of the world had continued to grow as well. Back home, young Tamiko was becoming a woman of all the proper pampering and upbringing expected of a favored child to a noble house. Bright, beautiful, educated, she would make anyone a fine partner one day and a more than fitting legacy for her family name. Of course, she would never bear the torch of leading the house like her oldest brothers, but she could contribute in her own way through an arranged marriage. Such fortunately tempered expectations. It was for these reasons and many more that a visitor awoke in the middle of the night, banging on the door of the barracks of the Second Division, eager to give Vaelynn a letter from her parents. Opening immediately, the message read...
'Vaelynn,
Your sister has been taken. Father owes money and they have come to settle debts. Tamiko is missing.'
Of course, they wrote to her because she had the insider's edge to request the aid of the Second Squadron. Her older siblings inside the Gotei were unable to throw their political capital at something like this, even if it were for family, but Vaelynn? What need did she have for such a thing as political capital? No, the older siblings agreed that this would be an excellent debt for the runt of the litter to accrue in pursuit of furthering her family name. Fortunately for them, Vaelynn did not care for their politically calculated maneuvers and was all too willing to come to the aid of the only member of her family younger than her, the only member of her family she cared about.
Organizing a team and with the blessing of the Squad's Lieutenant they set out immediately to recover Tamiko Couteau. They found her after a short chain of intelligence pointed them to a bar and inn in District #72. Mob bosses with money to lend and enough left over to spend on mercenaries to protect his holdings, they were in for a serious fight against the sheer numbers arrayed against them. Vaelynn fought bravely and cleanly and in the end, the mercenaries were defeated but their casualties minimal. She scooped Tamiko up herself and carried her back to the Seireitei to recover from her ordeal. Fondly, with pride nestled in her chest, several days later she walked her sister back to the Couteau Estate to present safely and soundly to her parents and assembled family. She held her head high as she stood before her Father, whose gross financial incompetence had put them in this situation in the first place. Even now after what he had put her through she was still there for her family. Still willing to be apart of the Clan in more than name if only they would welcome her in.
Deep inside of her, her Zanpakutou frantically undulated and writhed as if to warn her. Projecting its emotions, framing its concern in strange and foreign ways, she felt it tugging at her from the inside, trying to prepare her for the heartbreak that it saw coming and she was too blind to accept even after all of this time. But there was no stopping that train. As Orin spoke, he thanked Tamiko for her courage and fortitude in the face of such peril. He thanked her older brothers for their wise counsel on how to save face and tackle this problem. He sent this thanks to the Gotei for marshaling a capable group of Shinigami from Squad 2 to aid their family in a time of need. He had no words of thanks, at least directly, for Vaelynn. At the least he did call her a Shinigami. That was something. But when you're starving and someone tosses you a thumb-sized ball of hardtack are they really doing you a favor? She hugged her sister tightly as she fought back tears, turned on her heels, parted through her brothers while her father still spoke, and left the gates of their estate.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Rescue of Orin Couteau:
- Fools tend to be permanently stuck as fools, despite their best intentions. For whatever reason, as the years continued, Orin Couteau had continued to mismanage the finances of his household and drive everyone closer and closer to financial ruin. Thankfully, the oldest children had become accomplished earners after several decades as Seated Officers and could help as necessary. Unfortunately, this did not stop Orin's conduct from worsening; if anything this safety net emboldened him to take greater risks to 'get back to even'. And inevitably, as he found his way into debt, the mob boss that he had crossed earlier got wind of his plight, bought his debt, and called on Orin to collect on what he owed.
Well aware of the unrecognized (and very cheap for them) lengths Vaelynn went to in order to rescue her sister, the oldest members of the Clan called upon the eighth child once more in order to marshal the Gotei and liberate her father from his mistakes. Another midnight courier. Another rude note. Except this time, they did not flower their language. They were very clear--her father was a hostage.
As her blood boiled, Vaelynn took nothing but her Zanpakutou and the clothes on her back and left for District #72. One very long and very angry walk later she arrived to the familiar stomping grounds of this gang and their fat toad of a boss. Dawn rose, replete with reds and oranges, and Vaelynn looked up to the cold morning sun as it crested over the rooftops. She entered their hideout. Inside the door the small complement of men quickly turned into their full might as they yelled out and roused the others. Nearly thirty strong, all too eager to add a Shinigami to their list of ransomed individuals the Couteau Clan would have to pay for in order to win back.
Deep within her mind, Kugyō twitched and bellowed and swelled and collapsed with anticipation as Vaelynn's eyes locked with her father's at the other side of the room. Everything he had done to her. Everything she had done for her family. In spite of it all she had been called upon yet again to bail out this man that had done nothing for her except provide genetic material and put a roof over her head. Her Squad was more like a family to her than she had ever felt Orin had been. Or Haruki. Everyone except Tamiko. And even then when this bumbling moron had asked for her help and she had delivered, he would rather shower praise upon a faceless institution than acknowledge her.
Yet here she was.
The saya that held her Zanpakutou clanked against the wooden floor as she dropped it. "Cry out for judgment, Teishutsu ni Kugyō," she whispered as she activated her Shikai and a thick, tar-like goop began to leak from her sword.
Mercenaries charged her. She slid her blade through their armor as she focused her spiritual energy into a fine point of killing intent. Dancing, spinning, weaving between mercenaries, she absorbed body shot after body shot as she dished out vicious slashes with her katana. Soon, the room was covered in writhing mercenaries soaking in their blood and the agony of Kugyō's Ruination, and she was left bloodied but standing.
Putting the flat of her blade against her father's cheek, she savored the sound of his flesh sizzling as the black mass clung to him. "I saved you." She stated coldly, eyes leveled with his.
He nodded but she pressed her katana more firmly against his flesh and he winced and whimpered. "You saved me! You saved our entire House!" He yelled back in a cry for mercy. She relented and sealed her Zanpakutou, freed her father, and took him back home.
This time, a frightened and at least partially terrified Orin Couteau was all too happy to heap the praises upon is sole rescuer.
After that day, her oldest brother assumed control of their Clan and Orin was allowed to enjoy the fruits of a well-earned retirement, safely away from the projects and spending his family could still enjoy.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Early Career:
- Years continued to flow as Vaelynn enjoyed the blooming of her young career. The rumors and reports of her late-night missions to rescue her father had made the rounds through several circles of the Seireitei and the high society that her father participated in, and some additional eyes began to watch her career as well. Just as in the Academy, those savvy about what to look for were watching for things, traits, personality matches, and other skills that were unlikely to either come up in polite conversation or be seen on a resume. In time, the Onmitsukido reached out to her; a scout and recruited name Junpei Tamashi had identified her for consideration. Such a specialized squad as the Onmitsukido demanded instant respect from the still-young Shinigami, but she was all ears.
She met with the man, much older and wisened and grizzled than her, and talked through her thoughts, issues, inhibitions, concerns. In time, after many weeks of examining and being examined, Junpei offered formally for her to become his protege and join the Onmitsukido. She accepted and completed her transfer immediately.
Over the following decades, she would participate in a great many clandestine actions in the service of the Seireitei as she protected it from enemies and threats both within and without. Many skills of the craft were imparted to her as her killer instinct was fostered and she grew to love the business of death she had been initiated into. It did not take long before her jacket became filled with all sorts of missions that contained black boxes of redacted information and classified stamps, never to be formally entered into her record. But those whose business it was to know about such things had most certainly placed this capable woman on their radar. She climbed the ranks, but there was only so far for an assassin to go. Eventually, she would have a choice to make. Embrace that assassin she was being groomed to become, or master her own fate and forge her own path.
With a heavy heart and after many tense conversations, she broke the news to her mentor, Junpei.
Disappointed as he was, he knew that she would find success on her own although his parting words to her assured her that she would never find the satisfaction of violence that her soul truly craved anywhere else in the Gotei. He expected she would be back. Quite the charmer, that Junpei.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Mid Career:
- More decades still passed her by as Vaelynn joined the unseated ranks of Squad 11. While Junpei had challenged her to find any other place in creation where she could uncork as the Onmitsukido let her, she figured if any place was a good start it was the Primary Attack Squadron. Martial training at intervals and intensities greater than anything she had ever experienced. Constant tactical exercises to promote squad-based readiness. All kinds of action that stoked her need for adrenaline was to be found within their barracks; she instantly felt at home.
Gradually she climbed their ranks. Unseated, into the lowest Seats, into the Middling seats. Soon, as she drifted nearer to the politics of the Division and its unavoidable gravity, she set her eyes on its more prestigious offices.
- The Story of Vaelynn's Modern Day:
- Vaelynn still remains restless. She and her Zanapkutou were closer than ever but the churning chaos deep within her remains a problem, even in her innermost reflections. A leader of men, but, privately directionless, Vaelynn is oftentimes still that vulnerable child looking up at her father hoping for approval from more than two centuries ago. In front of the Squad she must be larger than life. A brutal, efficient warrior worthy of both their respect and their fear, at least she has this family.
Where she goes from here remains to be seen, however, Vaelynn is certain her boundaries have yet to grow even further. Perhaps even one day, many centuries from now, she may be able to visit one of her older brothers as the Commander. Wouldn't that be a lovely surprise?
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Preface: This is from a Captain's challenge I did on another site.
They had left her alone all morning. The barracks was already empty, all the men and women of Squad 11 already having filed out to the courtyard and taken up their seats as close as could be safely permitted. Vaelynn alone dwelt within, examining her uniform for what felt like the ten-thousandth time in the full-length mirror before her. Each second dragged on longer than the last as the appointed hour drew ever-closer, dilating into impossible and tense lengths.
Questioning the authority of a Captain was something done by only the brave or the foolish. Or the rarified few who happened to know their Captain in more close and intimate enough terms to take such liberties of language with them. Captains were rarely if ever second-guessed, at least to their faces. Rarely second-guessed and even more rarely challenged. Yet here she was, mere minutes away from doing just that.
Captain Francis Grin had received her challenge 71 and 2/3 hours ago. He read it out loud, leveled his gaze at her, reflexively flexed his reiatsu so she would know what she was inviting, and accepted. He had this grin on his face, this grin that 'The Smiling Man' had made so famous in his prior years. A sick sort of joy at the thought of cutting someone that she could appreciate all too well, but she did not answer with her own. All she had to offer him was a cold, judgmental glower. She wasn't happy to challenge him, but she was looking forward to doing her duty.
Personal ambitions aside, the Seireitei deserved a Captain with more decorum and a more elevated mind for matters of leadership beyond 'I fight real good'. Of course, Squad 11 required a...special touch. But, she had the respect of many of the officers already. Those who did not see her potential would come to feel differently soon enough. Septuple-checking the orchid-colored ribbon that secured her hair, Vaelynn quietly left the barracks and stepped out into the high noon sun to meet her destiny.
As soon as the challenger emerged the crowd fell silent. The normally boisterous and rowdy fellas of the Primary Attack Squad had reserved their daily alotment of sacred respect for exactly such an occasion. This was sacrosanct. This was everything. The right and authority to lay it all on the line in a test of martial strength was exactly the type of thing each and every one of them aspired to one day be able to participate in. To say they were there and go to see this sacred ritual take place? That was a great start for most of them. Their silence lent an order of magnitude to the already pounding heartbeat in her chest as she walked forward.
Her eyes roaming the crowd, side to side, she read the faces of her witnesses. Many regarded her with snides and smirks; it was foolish to go against Grin. Many regarded her with confident nods; they trust she knew what she was doing. More still displayed only the passive indifference of a true spectator, betraying no feelings one way or the other but merely absorbing the spectacle of it all. They had hoped for a good show, a clean show. Whichever side won today, the Seireitei would be better for it despite what they lost in doing so.
Captain Francis Grin was already waiting at the far end of the courtyard, sitting on a bench and picking at his blood red signature gloves. "Couteau Vaelynn, I gotta say, I'm surprised you're going through with this", the considerably shorter man bellowed with avoice that carried well beyond what his frame might suggest.
"You honor me by accepting my challenge." Even she responded. Despite his baiting statement, she would be sticking to expected decorum today.
Captain Grin smiled as his challenger put her hand on her Zanapakutou. He rose from the bench and declared, "This is a challenge against the Captain of the 11th. The challenge will conclude when one is either incapacitated and cannot continue, or yields by death. No releases. No Kido. Just you and me, Vaelynn."
Vaelynn answered by popping her katana free of its sheath. The Captain did the same.
The two ran at each other, steel clanging against steel as the first slash of their battle rang out through the courtyard. They thrust, parried, danced around each other as Vaelynn fought with her signature one-handed style. It was clear that she was the superior swordsman as she backed Captain Grin down, putting him on the defensive and sending him backpedaling as she picked up aggression. But then, locked in a blow with each other, his sweaty look of borderline exasperation turned upside down and he brought out his signature full-toothed smile.
Grabbing her by the gem of her robe, he used his free hand hip tosses her onto her back and wrench her left arm so hard that the snap and twist of her tendons and bone were loud enough to stand out against her scream. Broken, in an instant, she had lost the use of her arm.
Somehow wrenching herself free, possibly at the amused mercy of her Captain, she withdrew and regrouped as she assessed her arm hoping that ab abundance of concern would reveal it to be a simple strain or hyperextension rather than the much worse thing it felt like. Vaelynn could tell right away from the uneven way her shihakusho fell on her arm, the strange out of place bumps, that something was broken. It was difficult to parse through the bleary eyes the pain had given her, but, she would have to hang on.
Breathing deeply she re-engaged, charging the Captain and clashing with him once again. Exploiting the now far more open flank of his challenger, Francis delivered body blow after body blow in between parried blades, macerating and beating up the woman's chest like some sort of stubborn pinata. Three solid strikes later and Vaelynn was coughing up spittled of blood that sprayed onto the sun-baked tiles at their feet and onto the haori of her Captain. This only made him smile bigger.
The crowd, once skeptical and uncertain of this woman's potential had not yet turned on her, but it was clear to them where this was headed. Grin's supporters were cheering now, jeering at her with each flat-handed strike to her ribs. Yelling at each other in celebration at each spasm of her diaphragm as she struggled to maintain her breathing. They were all looking at him and heaping their joy. And they were all looking at her and heaping their pity.
She hated pity.
Gathering the blood in her mouth, she spits what she could expel into her Captain's face and flourished clockwise, slicing the side of his calf wide open as she finally bought herself some space. He got lazy when he got the upper hand. Thought he had put her away. But this dog still had a bite. She settled backward, lowering her stance to minimize her utterly useless flank, and waited for his rage to take over.
With a hobbled charge, the two clashed again. This time, the Captain's uneven weight and her open stance left them more easily matched. Grin was slower to bring fists around on her open side; slow enough that she could better deflect or entirely avoid the strikes. Without his weight to put behind and add to his explosive power, he was beatable.
Clashing more intensely with each exchange, Vaelynn began to yell and scream louder with each strike as she mustered the will necessary to grip the hilt of her katana with a second hand. Reaching up high she brought her blade down in a massive overhead slam that saw the Captain take a huge gash across his chest from left collar bone down to the right hip. Blood sprayed skyward like some sort of crimson fountain before the droplets rained down onto the dry dusty courtyard.
The momentary burst of adrenaline having bought her a precious few extra moments of tolerance, she slapped the Captain's hand with the flat of her blade while he was stunned and exposed from the blow and send his sword clattering away. Francis stood, mouth agape, then fell backward.
"This is over." She looked to the crowd, those solemn words on her lips. The handful of medics that were in attendance rushed to the fallen Captain to examine his vitals, check his state. He was still alive, the resilient bastard that he was. But he had lost today. He was not the first person to make the mistake of pitying her, and he would most certainly not be the last.
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Re: Vaelynn Couteau [APPROVED, 2-4, HAZARD RANK C]
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Application Checklist
- Name [X]
- Appropriate Age [X]
- Gender [X]
- Appearance Present [X]
- Appearance Described in Appropriate Length OR Picture is Visible [X]
- Appearance is Not Claimed [X]
- 10 sentences for personality [X]
- History is of appropriate length [X]
- Powers are not Godmod/Overpowered [X]
- Powers are described reasonably enough [X]
- Application/RP Sample is not in First Person [X]
- Skills are not filled in[X]
- RP Sample Present (Omit if this is not the first character) [X]
- RP Sample is 10 sentences [X]
Will Skills
- Willpower/Determination: Adept
- Mental Deduction: Adept
- Focus: Adept
Hazard Rankings
- Power: C
- Influence: D
- Resources: C
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Given the quality of the application, I will be approving this application with the Shikai unlocked. Just strike out the Bankai as it is now.
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