Irene

Name:
Irene Hadena
Kōsokuken no Irēne (Quicksword Irene)

Gender:Female

Age:304/28

Personality:
Irene has a calm, logical, intelligent personality. This personality is best for her, especially because her abilities which require the ability of great concentration. She remains absolutely calm in battle even when anger or rage poke at her. She is able to maintain focus even under circumstances that would make it difficult to do so. She has enormous reservoirs of patience and tolerance within her, adding to the lengths in which she can hold her concentration.

Irene is almost emotionless except for a few of traces of humanity left in her. She is extremely loyal, a stickler for the rules. She also has a small fear of dieing, in the utmost frightening and disastrous situations. This fear also stirs a rebellious attitude against her extreme loyalty towards her superiors, possibly at the point of deserting to have a chance to stay alive. Even with this fear of death, she is still willing to sacrifice herself for a purpose she has a strong enough conviction to support. In a small-receded corner of her heart, she has a envy for others. A desire to be loved. For someone to want her. To tell her that they need her.

Appearance:

She has long silver hair. She is tall at 5" 8. She has pale skin and silver eyes. The clothing she wears most often is excellent for stealthy operations, and it is easy to move in battle (without the cloak). Her clothing has a strap on her shoulder for her released zanpakto to be placed.

Zanpakutô Spirit:
Furasshu takes the form of a humanoid woman. Her slender body and physical traits are almost an exact replica of Irene's. She wears a cloth mask around her mouth and nose, but her hair hangs loosely and free. Her clothing is also that of the same cloth. Like Irene's clothing it would seem she's dressed for covert ops, and has cloths that are easy to move in during battle. All of this cloth is a black color.

Furasshu's personality on the other hand, does not replicate Irene's like her appearance does. She has a originally cheerful personality, but from being with Irene, her cheer has slowly been sealed away. She now has a constantly sad and gloomy personality. She desires for Irene to come alive again, feel emotions, be happy, but sadly, her attempts are failures.

Furasshu lives on a sandy area that changes according to circumstance. A dry, waterless beach is her world when Irene is emotionless. Where the sun shines high like noon, and she seems to be just an insignificant shadow. Hopelessly sad, alone... waiting, sitting on the sand... When Irene actually has a feeling of emotion, when her walls crack, and her barriers are down, a silver moon rises. And Furasshu's world becomes a true beach, with water shimmering in the moonlight. And she gazes out at the vast water, and feels inner peace and happiness.

Sealed Zanpakutô :
In it’s sealed form, (name) is double-edged long sword. The zanpakto isn’t very thick, or wide at all, but it is almost as long as Irene is tall. The blade starting at her shoulder stops near her knees. It hangs from a strap on her cloak.

Shikai Description:
[Uhh… Crappy description… sorry, pay attention to the pic XD. I spent a lot of time snipping it from the manga and then editing out a hand and the surroundings = =]

Furasshu becomes a large claymore. The sword becomes thicker and wider, and the hilt becomes a small pole, with a silver cap at its tip. The hilt guard becomes two prongs, protruding from the beginning of the sword. A little after the beginning there is a small symbol.


Shikai Abilities:
Power- During the release, the reiatsu used to release the zanpakto is converted into physical strength. Her large sword can be wielded with a single hand even though the massive blade, is almost as large as her more petite body. She also gains the ability to manipulate her physical abilities. After the release her physical abilities are increased, and her reiatsu then dies back down, however the increase remains. She can then manipulate the amount of reiatsu she puts into the conversion of physical strength. Even though her reiatsu is converted into physical strength, if the conversion occurs after the release, she begins release a constant flow of reiatsu. If she releases 10% of her reiatsu to be converted into physical strength hey eyes become a golden color. And at 75% of her reiatsu being used, she reaches her limit. Any further, and she becomes a berserk juggernaut capable of superhuman feats with juggernaut strength, insane speed, and other superhuman abilities. But in this state she is berserk. She no longer has the ability to differentiate between enemy and ally, but she simply destroys everything. This state ends when her reiatsu gives out. After which she will black out, and be useless in battle for maybe half a day at least, and a day and a half at most.

Regeneration- From releasing reiatsu via “Power” ability, she can also regenerate wounds while the reiatsu flows. At 10% she can regenerate cuts or scratches. At 20% scrapes or bruises. 30% she can quickly regenerate the lower level wounds from the lower percentiles. 50% she can regenerate mildly deep wounds. At her limit she can regenerate entire limbs, deep wounds, broken bones, or any other rather drastic damage. Regeneration is entirely based on concentrating on regenerating: the image of the wound as whole, before the injury was there, and the absolute focus on it being whole again. Over the limit into her berserk state she can quickly regenerate a devastating or even normally fatal wound. However this only occurs once, and the penalty still remains. Regenerating several times in a battle also puts strain on her. This ability is particularly useful not by making her a warrior able to press on, but to allow her to use her body as an expendable decoy, shield, etc… And any pain is regular though ;O.. Felt a need to add that in…

Windcutter-To the naked or even the intermediately trained eye, the move is simply Irene bringing her arm up to her hilt on her back, and then maybe seeing it twitch. However if that person was the target, and a arrogant fool; a poor poor arrogant fool at that. Then perhaps that would be the last thing they ever see. In that single second, Irene unsheathes her sword, slashes, and then resheathes it. A lightening fast movement that can be done in multiple successions. Because THIS (hinting at a later) ability requires no reiatsu, it can be used continuously without sapping reiatsu. Eventually fatigue would be a limit however, that would be a very... very... VERY... long battle. This ability to Irene however is not very fast or hard to keep up with. So she can rely on sight, instead of Tran directories. This ability is not meant for slashing multiple times in the same unsheathing. But instead for a single slash per unsheathing. The speed of this attack has a subtle delay between the sheathing and unsheathing of continuous attacks. This attack is very precise and excellent for assassination, because it releases no reiatsu. But for an armed and prepared unit, it would involve her using the attack around the blocking weapon/ect.

Release:
Kosoku, Furasshu no Ken
(Faster, Flash Sword)

Skill Level: Kidou: Adept
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Master
Skill Level: Shunpo: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-Hand: Adept

Bankai Release
Saisoku, Kazekiri Furasshu no Ken
(Fastest, Wind Cutting Flash Sword)

Bankai Description:
Looks the same

Bankai Abilities:
Shikai abilities remain the same

Flash Sword(ability)-The sword's name lives up to it's ability. Irene's sword swing appears as a mere flash. And as she swings her sword in this lightining fast ability, her sword flashes, and is flashing. When blocked, or used as blocking, the continuous clashing emits a sonic noise, which painfully irritates weaker beings, and shatters even glass. The flash sword requires her for her to be calm and focused otherwise becoming ballistic, and possibly even harming herself. With the Flash sword, Irene releases her reiatsu, and then it disappears. It then reappears only in her arm(s) as she swings, and she has the capability of successfully executing multiple slashes in single second. However, because this ability's require for reiatsu, it has its limits. Irene can execute the flash sword ability just with the bare minimum of her power ability from when she first releases her weapon. However the ability's killing stops working on those around her level (basically those 1 full tier below her and then everything above that). As she releases her reiatsu flow with Power, Flash Sword interacts with Power making her limits to the point where she is almost constantly at her seventy-five percent limit. The ability is strong, but Irene has a fragile coexistence with her power and flash sword interaction. With three outcomes. Irene ending the attack series, Irene overdoing it and using the last twenty-five percent of her berserk abilities, or Irene being overpowered and the fragile coexistence shattered, possibly knocking out Irene, and draining her of a lot of her fighting capability for a moderately long cool down.

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History/Background:
Irene as a young child was abandoned. Her mother was always rather afraid of Irene. Because of her appearance. Her strange eyes, and her weird hair color. She had just assumed it was a genetic mutation like being albino or something. Her mother was first terrified of her after “the incident”. A rapist who had tried to rob, rape, and murder, their house. However, to be terrified of her and abandon her, they both survived. He was almost successful. But Irene had intervened.

Irene was spoiled, rotten. Her mother smothered with love, having no one else other than her. Irene's father died in a war effort valiantly saving his comrades after being drafted, and Irene's (older) brother died in childbirth. She was brought up in a wooded area, surrounded by a large variety of fauna and flora. Home schooled, her education was much more accelerated that normal education for her age. She was very happy with her life until that day. A man broke into their home in search of wealth and women. Irene was hidden by her mother in a closet, which had the wooden blinds. She watched as her mother was tortured by the stranger, and sat there crying silently. When she could take it no longer she reached into the recess of the closet. She found her father's old fire fighter gear and equipment. The six year old quickly skimmed through the various objects, flinching each time her mother screamed. She had found his old keepsake axe. The one that saved Irene's mother. The reason why they were together. Instead of saving a life. She was going to use it to take one.

Irene trembled as she slowly turned the door knob. Tears overflowing in her eyes, she approached the two. She Reaching them, she pulled back the axe horizontally. Now behind her back, the man turned his head slightly. “Hey girlie…” he wheezed, laughing before he was hit. Irene swung and the flat of the blade made contact. The impact of the blow from the six year old had thrown him into the nearby wall shattering a picture. “You little bi-“ was all he could make out before Irene had jumped onto the bed, and used it as a spring to launch herself at the man tackling him back into the wall. He raised a fist to strike her, but his fist did hit her, it hit the floor. She had thrown the axe and it was now stuck in the ceiling. He roared in pain as blood gushed from his stub. In pain, Irene took the moment to take a step backward and slam him into the wall again. This time instead of pain he was focused on anger. But before he could try and even attempt at killing her, the axe fell from the ceiling landing on the back of his neck, breaking his spinal cord. He fell to the ground dead, and blood splashed all over Irene. With her foot she stepped on the handle, taking off his head. “Ma-…Mama…” she turned crying still, but her mother was no longer there. There was a short trail of blood… That led to the balcony. And there her mother stood. “Mama…” she whispered… And then she threw herself off the balcony taking her life. Irene almost followed her, but she just couldn’t. She didn’t want to die. So she curled up into a ball. And cried.

The next morning she awoke covered in blood. As she stretched he limbs, some of the hardened blood crumbled off her body. She showered washing out all of it. She dried herself, putting on a clean set of clothes. Attaching knives to straps around her ankles, she put her shoes on, and left the house. She headed for the city.

She ate what nature had to offer, mostly plants, and whatever she could kill. She became strong, both on the outside and inside. All the tenderness of the child had left her. She was now cold hearted. A cold-hearted girl, bent on survival. She grew thin in during her journey towards the more urban and city areas. But she was still strong from experience.

Age nine; she had made it to urban neighborhoods surrounding a city. Entering the streets of the city, she stole from it to keep alive. One day, she had tried a high placed man in a hit organization. He saw her talent, and offered a job, a home, and a new life. Silently she lowered her knife, and he took it from her. He then offered her some new weapons, which she politely accepted with a simple nod. She followed him home, and then he left her to make herself at home. She rested on the expensive looking couch, and quickly fell asleep from the luxury she had long forgotten.

She was raised under him like a daughter, but his co-workers trained her as an employee. Absolutely content with this life, she lived almost happy again for those few years. She was especially almost happy by the way the man treated her. He would sit her in his lap, and read to her, or tell her stories. Like a real father… A father she had never had. A father she would never get.

One day, age 12, she was sent on a rather big request. The pay was pretty big, and she was assigned to a team. Even as a child she was the leader, however being close to her makeshift father was no part of this. She was an expert at what she did. There was a strange roaring at night in this town near the outskirts of the urban area around the city. And every morning they would find another dead. It was her team’s job to end this killing spree.

Nighttime had fallen, and they waited for the mysterious roaring. Irene had also received reports that this was all false, but no matter what, they were getting paid, and that was why they did this. But then her train of thought was interrupted by a blood-curdling roar. She flinched, as did a few of the members of her group, however some of them remained still as if nothing had happened. She took the few that did react as she did, and moved toward the roar. They had found a strange black figure with a girl in his hand. He was remarkably large, however Irene was unafraid. The group launched Irene at the arm with the young child, and she took it off. Another member caught her. Continuing in the direction she was thrown, she neared a wall. She hit it feet first, and bent her knees allowing herself to spring back at the black figure. She proceeded to cut it in half. She then landed gently on the rooftop of a home. She was about to jump down, when a strange looking man had appeared in front of her. She felt a strange terror growing inside. “Hoh…. What kind of human are you….?” He said feeling rather amused. She stumbled backwards a bit, the terror growing. “Oh…So you can even see me too?…” he said softly, taking a few steps closer to her. She panicked, and tried taking a good slash at him. But she was knocked back, tears running down her face, biting her lip. “Silly child… Oh… Where’s your arm?…” he said looking at her now bloody figure. “Why… Here it is…” he said lifting his arm, where in his hand was her arm. “I will return this to you… but you should hold on to your belongings next time…” he said tossing the arm towards Irene. A few of her group members had managed to get atop of the roof as well, and attacked the strange man as a group. However he simply drew his weapon and with a single movement, had slashed all of them, and they all fell to the ground, dead. “Hoh… You all want to kill me?… It’s too bad none of you probably could…” he said softly almost innocently. His feet twisted and made the slightest noise, and then he was gone. He had reappeared right in front of Irene, and that was the last thing she saw.

She awoke feeling rather strange. And then a recollection of what had just happened hit her like a truck of bricks. She found herself looking at her own body. She looked around, and could not find the strange man that had killed her either. She curled up into a ball on that roof, and cried. As it began to rain, she heard footsteps. But she didn’t move, she just continued crying. “Papa…” she murmured. And she began to hear a few voices. “Remember we’re here on cleanup, standard measures, burials, and if you find any, don’t let any hollow escape you…. Break..” he said softly, gaining in volume as she heard his footsteps come closer. She didn’t move, but she could tell that he had knelt down by her. “…You don’t have to be scared anymore….”he whispered to her. ‘Scared?… I don’t think that there is any fear left’ she thought to herself. And then she felt a strange tap on her body.

She seemed to black out again, and this time she found herself awakening in a weird town of sorts. Irene woke up in Rukongai. She was discontent with her life once again, the experiences had once again negated what her makeshift father had accomplished and she was drained of emotion again. But she soon learned of Shinigami, like the one who had saved her. She was determined to become a shinigami, and her determination soon paid off, as she enrolled into shinigami academy.

She made no friends, and nothing really mattered to anymore. She stopped searching for a way to be content, and all she needed was something to do. She was slightly busied by the little studying and practice she did. She did however excel when they sparred with a sword. To her the opponent’s sword moved ever so slowly, and she was quick to disarm them, and have them in a life threatening position, thus being declared winner. She graduated with few difficulties.

Irene devoted many years into her work as a shinigami, and during those, she developed a sense of loyalty, and became somewhat of a stickler for the rules. Her emotions remained in a stasis, most of which were drained from her personality. And she was renown for the calm exterior she projected. Well… That and the way she drew her weapon.

Roleplay Sample:

"Irene-san~... Long time no see~..." Sophia chirped as she cleaved the head of another hollow who had an underdeveloped hierro. Irene walked at a normal pace towards the two other shinigami calm as ever, her face with no emotion. Two numeros arrancar, most likely menos level by the way they were dispatched with ease, jumped out at Irene from both sides. She simply continued walking and as they were about to strike her they were stopped in mid-air, and their blood rained down, and they fell dead, slashed several many times. "Kosokuken no Irene, huh?" Noel said nonchalantly.

A large oversized menos with a decent armor of a skin approached them roaring. Noel smirked, and she leaped into the air. She reached a height above that of the hollow's head. And she brought down her blade straight down, slicing the hollow in half. "Hmm~... Agility like a monkey..." Sophia chuckled as she turned around and swung her blade behind her. A large tree was cut down, and the hollow behind it was cut in half. "Brute strength... Like a gorilla..." remarked Noel rudely."Oh..? You're vulgar as ever... Which is why you remain in the 4th seat... Noel... " Sophia chuckled again. "Ehh?! Did you get hit in the head? You! are the 4th seat, and I'M the third seat... Or are you just that stupid?... Sophia?.." remarked Noel once again. "Hmph... You want to settle whose the stronger now Noel?" Sophia said smirking. "Sounds good! I've had just about enou-" Noel said before she was cut off. "That's enough..." Irene ended sharply.

"My apoligies Irene-san..." Sophia said calmly before directing her attention to Irene. "Yeah, me too... Us "old friends" shouldn't be fighting when we're together... We rarely see each other anyways since we're always out killing who knows what..." Noel grumbled. "You two are probably wondering why a Vice-Captain, 3rd, and 4th seat, have all been called out at once, seeing as any one of us could have taken care of this place by ourselves, correct?" Irene pointed out to the other two women. "Welll there is no particularly significant reason other than the fact that someone had suggested the Captain-Commader that we were fighting too much..." Irene explained monotonely. "Oh.. I'm so dissapointed...!" Sophia said overdramatically. Just as Noel was about to say something about Sophia again, a little girl appeared in the clearing.

"Ah... Shinigami..." she said looking off the side, seeming best described as gloomy. The three shinigami focused on her, all ready to strike. "It appears I was lucky enough to be able to kill three of you in one day...." she said smiling, turning her head, revealing pieces of a hollow mask. "Destripar.... Hijo del Diablo..."she whispered, drawing her weapon, changing into her resurccion form. "Nothing Special..." Noel said, and Sophia thought at the same time.

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