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The Artistic Spider [APPROVED, 3-2+]
Sat Apr 07, 2012 1:44 pm
SHINIGAMI
死の神
死の神
BASIC INFORMATION
Upfront Details about this character
Name: Karel Sarron
Gender: Female
Age: She is not quite sure but always says around 500 years ago is when she died
Appearance:Karel is an elegant girl, prefering commoners robes to the average shinigami robe. As a woman, she prefers to have long hair, white and silky smooth that reaches nearly to the ground she stands upon. She herself, standing at five feet and seven inches tall, is not short, but not overly tall either. Her weight is approximately One hundred and fourty three pounds, and her frame is built softly and slenderly. Her skin color is milky white much like a ghost, for she often prefers to stay inside and work on things like her art. She herself seems to be in her teens when it comes to how old she appears, and has a well enough built body, as she excersizes daily.
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The robe she wears is ornate with a cobweb design, and a large spider on it's back, she having made this robe itself from the silk of spiders, one of the toughest materials to work with, but also the most durable of all fabrics. As for beneath her cloak, she wears the common shinigami attire, save for the fact the sleeves were ripped off in order to remove her outer robe more easily. Often hiding within her robe, is her sterling white Zanpaktou with the ribbon upon it, and a diamond like crystal at the end of the ribbon.
For her footwear, she commonly wears a pair of clogs that oddly do not bother her own feet, as she has become acustomed to them. For her legs, she wears a pair of tight long socks so as to complete the common appearance of s shinigami. Now for her hair, she wears a spider shaped clip, that holds her hair into a large poneytail so as to keep her hair out of her face while she fights or paints or sews, as getting your hair caught in any of these is undesirable.
As for her face, her nose is small, and cutely buttoned, a soft face with lightly prominent cheek bones. Large red eyes upon her eyes that commonly stare at people as she memorizes their faces for later, that she might paint them across cavnvas. As a side note, a common thing fro Karel, is that she is very often covered in a light amount of paint, as she often works with dyes and art supplies.
As for the way she walks and holds herself up when going about, she keeps a straight back, but she is also holding the look of someone very gentle, a soft smile often on her face with a dreamy look to her. She often has her head in the clouds, so she will quite often allow herself to be lost in her train of thought, and has a lightly confused look on her face while she is thinking, or she will have a eager look on her face while she thinks.
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PERSONALITY
Who are they on the inside?
Personality:
The Artist
Ever since she was a little girl in the human world, she has always been one to work with things of art. From the ways of silk spinning, to working with cotton, to painting, to working with dyes, and even when using musical instruments, she has taken to them like a bear to honey. She adores art, good or bad, allowing her to appreciate something gorgeous, all the way to something horrifying and terrible, however, she has one hate when it comes to art, and that is when someone calls a canvas painted black, or a simple color, art. For to her, Art is an expression of the soul, a description of one's entire being, the thing that defines you more than anything else in the world. To her, art is life and breath and food and water, as she has gone days without eating, once she gets an artistic piece in mind for working on it, she continues working till the job is done, rarely taking breaks from anything.
The Soloist
As an artist, she has been called a loner, for she spends much of her time either training alone, or cooped up in her room by herself day and night, in order to obtain peace while she is working, having no desire to worry about the affairs of other people. She will take time to walk alone, sing alone, play upon a cello alone(her favorite instrument), she forming this habit while she was still alive. As the days go on, she has never found herself longing for the company of another, man or woman, and prefers to be left alone to her art, for it is the one thing that brings her comfort. The sound of music, the feel of silk, and the feeling of painting, bringing a warmth to her heart that allows her to work calmly with things.
The Violent
When she is confronted however, her cool demeanor is lost as she is willing to do whatever is necessary in a battle situation, believing an honorable battle only feasible when she can trust her opponent not to be dishonorable. Picking this habit up from many years in her early life in the human world. Because of this, she is an easily angered artist at times, but in contrast, when not working on art, she is difficult to anger, making her an unpredictable time bomb, as it is difficult to tell when she is working on art, or when she is not working on art.
The Impossible
As a girl, she holds back many words and emotions and feelings, making it difficult to tell when someone has angered her. This makes it dangerous to say something that could be possibly offensive, as she is an impulsive girl, and she will often follow those impulses unless they are overly drastic. Her heart, is easily hurt, but in contrast, tough as stone. Her heart is only hurt when her art is critiqued badly, but her heart can easily take judgement to herself. She herself being one to never allow herself to be harmed by simple words, as she finds that people are petty, and thus, she remains impossible to anger when her person is insulted or attacked. But should her art be damaged, she will not hesitate in most circumstances to strike.
The Kind
Despite all this, Karel is a kind hearted spirit, willing to help those in need , but she will not help her enemies, even when in need, unless it is a mercy kill. She will help others unconditionally should they be her friends however, but due to her isolated personality, she rarely takes time to make any friends, as she constantly coops herself up in her room.
Selfish
As a artist, Karel is selfish in many ways, never wanting anyone to mess with her art, wanting to keep her things to herself. The plus side to this is that she is fiercely loyal to her friends and to the Soul Society, making her an ideal fighter, as she will put her life on the line if that is what is required. She has often herself made it a point that no risk is too great if she has a chance to save her friends.
Things she likes: Birds, all types of musical instruments, most if not all forms of art, dancing, silk weaving, tapestry, what few friends she has, sushi, burgers from the human world, people who compliment her art, spiders, scorpions, snakes, butterflies, moths, and frogs.
Things she dislikes:A new Moon, fire getting near her art, people that negatively say things about her art, people that decide that she is weird for liking the things that she likes, people that fear spiders too much, people that judge her for liking spiders, and people who rely entirely on their weapon skills.
Fears:Losing her ability to perform or make beautiful art, dogs, and wide open spaces
Loves: Small spaces, art, the setting sun, and cold ocean water.
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BACKGROUND
What is there past like?
History/Background: Born somewhere along the line, she does not remember when, she was born with solid white hair, and was raised by her parents, one a samurai, and her mother an artist. This being said she was raised a a maiden in a village, greatly using Samurai as a defense. However, her father disliked heavy use of weaponry, so he and his men, would train in both the weapon styles, and how to properly fight in heavy armor while using only their armor covered hands. Their method of training day in and day out rigorous. Because of this, Karrel rarely say her father, and was taught Calligraphy and art by her mother, along with the ways of the instruments that were at her disposal. These were the earliest days of her life, a life that she barely remembers for it being so long ago.
As the years tolled on, her father got old, and one day in a battle, he was killed by a traitor to the village, this traitor, one of their most skilled swordsman, a man who happened to be working as a double, for the opposing country. The man went of to ravage the city, with his small band of elites, and managed to wipe out most of the men, and kept those young enough, as slaves for them to use. As for the women, they were beaten, and raped, taken away from the city, as the Ronin burnt the city to the ground. These ronin then burnt the fields and salted them to prevent the earth from ever growing food again, raising the city Karrel once called home to cinders. This, was the worst night of her life she could remember.
As for her, she and he mother happened to be out pf the city, gathering supplies when it happened, taking the forest path. As they came back to the village, it had already been raised to the ground, the only thing remaining were the insects that took upon the corpses of the dead. While her mother grieved, Karrel went about the village shouting for her father, but he was nowhere to be found. She searched every home, and managed to find a few survivors in the city, and she praised the gods that they were safe. And together the small band of about twenty, managed to escape to a nearby town, that thankfully, was not a target of the Ronin.
There, they lived out much of their lives, but sadly, not all stories could be wonderful. Karrel, living unfortunate to a T. She was painting one day while her mother was away, when a man came in, she did not recognize him, and simply stated without turning around, that her mother was away. But to this, the man simply replied, good, and Karrel soon found a sword through her heart, and she turned her head, to see the man, the man that had killed her father, and now her, his sword going to her painting as well. Karrel died that day, the last thing she saw, was that a spider had formed from her blood on the floor, and she could only smile, that even her final rest, would be artistic.
As for her days since she has entered the Soul Society, she more or less concentrates on a single thing. Art, and for now, even after she has gone through training as a shinigami, she prefers art to anything else. Being a master with this, she has still chosen Isolation as opposed for socializing with her fellow shinigami. She has yet to attempt to show anyone her fighting ability, as she has found no reason for her to join in any conflict as of late.
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ZANPUKTO
What is this characters power?
Zanpakutô Spirit Name: Burakkuinkuu~ībā (Translated to Black Ink Weaver, accurate to the being that is the shinigami.)
Appearance: The spirit of Karrel's Zanpaktou, is a large and graceful looking woman, her skin sucked to her bones, her hair touching the floor, messy and black, carrying herself as old, her back often hunched. She stands at ten feet tall, as wears an old fashioned Kimono, solid white with a green sash, save for the giant spider that was weaved into the silk on the back of the Kimono. The Spirit itself capable of changing it's age, to look young or old at will., and the spirit, is always found painting something, but not on Canvas, but the air, for her art suspends itself in mid air.
Inner World: The inner world of the Zanpaktou is vast and confusing, the entire place a great maze with infinite height to it's walls, the walls made from skyscrapers, from hedges, from any number of things, the inner world capable of being manipulated by the spirit of the Zanpaktou.
Sealed Zanpakutô Apperance : The Zanpaktou itself looks solid white with a long ribbon on the end of a green jasper design. The blade of the sword is only two feet long, a short sword, but the ribbon is four feet long, made for use as a extension for a throwing blade.
Sealed Zanpakutô Abilities: While the blade is sealed, the blade has a diamond like crystal on the end of it that allows it to sut through most materials effectively, aside from this, the ribbon holding the sword and crystal connected seems to be made of a flexible but amazingly sturdy material.
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RP SAMPLE
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The day was soft, and began like any other, the irritatingly bright sun shining in through his window, down into the red haired Uzumaki's clear blue eyes, and he simply rolled over. The sun shining in through his window meant it was about three in the afternoon, as he lived on the other side of the house. He liked sleeping in after all. You see, of all the Uzumaki, Amon, the name of the boy you are about to experience, is a tad off from others. Amon awoke, naked in his bed, the sheets covering as he stared out the window finally.*"Da*n sun.....why do you insist on ruining my sleep you piece of sh*t"* He shook his head as he stood up calmly from his bed, and simply picked up his jeans from the floor, along with a pair of boxer briefs, and pulled them onto his own, medium built body. for his shirt, he tossed on a tropical looking short with a old oriental tree styled onto the back of it. He didn't bother to button, simply because he didn't give enough of a dam* to do so.
He walked downstairs from his room, and seeing no one was there, for him to trick into making him food, he rummaged through the refrigerator for something to eat, producing what looked to be a plate of cooked ham saran wrapped to keep it fresh, and some orange juice piqued his interest as he took the contents of his desire from the fridge. Simply taking the few pieces of ham cold and quickly eating them as he tossed them into his mouth, downing them with orange juice as he drank straight from the jug, something he perfected as he waterfalled the juice, so as not to backwash. He would then after leaving his breakfast on the table for someone else to clean up, walked to the bathroom.
He looked in the mirror and stared at his hair, red, as it always was, needed some combing, as he had a bed head, but he decided not to bother with it. Instead, he picked up a toothbrush, and put toothpaste on it quite calmly, brushing his teeth quickly, before realizing the taste of mint and orange juice was mixing in his mouth, a revolting flavor, as he quickly spat the toothpaste out, and rinsed his mouth out with water straight from the sink, not bothering to find a cup. With that business done, he grabbed a pair of combat boots, and some socks, putting the socks on first of course, followed by the boots, which had a steel toe to them.
He finally after having this done and lacing his shoes, walked out the door of his home, and locked it behind him, before walking past the people of the city, not caring a lick for any of them, occasionally yelling at someone with heavy sarcasm when they tried to get in his way. This was close to how Amon started each of his every days.
Amon finally made it to a small coffee shop where he sat at one of the outside tables, preferring the outside, as he grabbed one of the many poetry books they had at the shop for a light read as he stopped to read. He took his coffee you see, as he puts it gray. He liked a type of black bean coffee whose beans made the coffee black, but added enough sugar to make the coffee turn a grayish color. He simply sat at the outside table sipping coffee as he enjoyed the works of a rather dark author, nothing was better than this to him. For unlike other ninja, he did not revel in sparring, he enjoyed his solitude, he was only a ninja because it made his parent's happy. For now, he simply sat in the shade of his table umbrella, which was striped blue and gold, and read his book, but also watched passerby's for anything that might remotely pique his interests.
SKILL SHEET
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General Skills
- Durability: Beginner
- General Speed: Adept
- Strength:Adept
- Weapon Skill:Beginner
Racial Skills
- Hoho:Beginner
- Kidō: Adept
- Zanjutsu: Beginner
- Hakuda: Adept
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Re: The Artistic Spider [APPROVED, 3-2+]
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Will Skills
- Willpower/Determination: Beginner
- Mental Deduction: Adept
- Pain Endurance: Beginner
- Focus: Adept
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