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Name:
真 勝郎
Shin Katsuro (Japanese Format)
“true son of victory”
Age: Died at age 18, Spent 512 years in Soul Society (looks 23)
Persona: Due to unfortunate events during his early life in Rukongai, Katsuro has become quite secluded and usually only keeps to himself. His expression is usually seen as a depressed one with his eyes narrowed and always gazing at the ground under him. However, after being in the Academy, his outlook on life and himself have changed gradually. He has become much more talkative and his wise and very encouraging are always remembered. Of course, after such events and then a sudden recovery from them, Katsuro’s usual attitude of fighting alone and seclusion as a whole still burns within.
His strong sense of justice allows his to wield his zanpakutou with much more ease than others. Any fight he might get himself into is always considered serious to him, dubbing that each fight has its own meaning to each participant. Thus, Katsuro has dedicated himself to mastering his zanpakutou as well as becoming one with it. He hopes that by reaching this level his training in the Art of the Sword will be complete.
Physical Stature: Standing at 6'3 and weighing roughly 200 pounds, Katsuro is said to have the appearance of an average samurai. His black hair is short and he usually wears it ‘as he sees fit’; meaning how it is, is how he’ll leave it. A short goatee accompanied with light sideburns that run along his jaw line indicate his age and experience in Soul Society. Aside from the average shihakushou given to him upon entering the Shingami Academy and his zanpakutou, which is worn on his left side, the only physical attribute that seems to stand out is his gray eyes that others seem to admire.
Biography: Roughly 500 years ago, Katsuro died in the middle of an epic war in Japan. Upon entering Rukongai he realized he was living in a civilized district, allowing him to refrain from using any sword skills to survive. After about 50 years, Katsuro was taken in by a family, which consisted of a mother, father, younger brother (looked 10), and a younger sister (looked 8). For 300 years, the family seemed to have absolutely no issues.
However, around this time, it was discovered that Katsuro had much more reiatsu capacity than the average soul, marking him a potential shinigami. Unfortunately, since the family lived on the border of a poorly ordered district, a gang of thugs, composed of rogue swordsman, was aware of Katsuro’s power and invaded his home, killing his mother and father. Unable to defend himself or his brother and sister, Katsuro was forced to kill his brother with a sword given to him by a thug and then watch his sister get raped several times before killing her as well.
Up until enrolling into the Shinigami Academy, Katsuro was silent and refused to get close to anyone; saying his was not strong enough to protect anyone, not even himself. He had hoped to gain the power he needed through becoming a shinigami and enrolling into the Gotei 13, however, upon graduating from the Academy, Katsuro heard that the gang of thugs that had forced him to kill his brother and sister were wandering around North Rukongai, forcing him to leave behind the Gotei 13 to enact revenge.
Division / Seat: N/A. Rogue.
Zanpakutou: Katsuro’s zanpakutou is nothing more than a standard katana, with a length of roughly 48" (including the handle). The handle itself is bound by a pitch black cloth and the guard is nothing more than the shape of a circle died black. The saya is also a standard black. It is worn on Katsuro’s left side, suggesting he is right handed.
Stats:
Shin Katsuro - Rogue Shinigami
Reiatsu: 100
Zanjutsu: 50
Hakuda: 0
Houhou: 25
Kidou: 25
Connection: 0
Sample Chapter:
Chapter i: ~Prologue~
[1,086]
The light poured in from the large windows that had taken up the entire left wall, causing a slight illumination to occur on and around every person in the room at the time. It was slightly cool in there, that day. Strangely enough, Katsuro was actually sort of relaxed when he was in his History of Shinigami class, something that doesn’t occur often. Even the atmosphere, which had always caused him to dwell on other things, helped him focus on what his professor was saying. Of course, when he glanced around the room, he was really the only one paying attention. Most heads were glued to the desk in front of them and some, oddly enough, were even leaning on one another. That was the reason why Katsuro had always sat in the top corner in all of his classes. He needed space. He couldn’t bear someone so close to him, a stranger nonetheless, for such a long period of time. The professor began reviewing material. Now, Katsuro was starting to feel how heavy his eyelids were.
”Doesn’t he realize that history is history?” thought Katsuro as he rested his chin on his left palm. ”To go over it so many times is just ridiculous. History is meant for reference, nothing more.”
His eyelids began to go into a slow spasm; closing halfway then rising up suddenly. For several minutes, Katsuro spent all of his energy trying to stay awake during an already boring review. His eyelids became so heavy that not even he could hold them any longer. And thus, he allowed his palm to bear the weight of his head as his eyelids allowed his mind to rest.
~*~
”Mommy! MOMMY!!”
“No! Please don’t do that to my daughter!!”
“MOMMY!!!”
His eyelids suddenly lifted, causing Katsuro’s eyes to zoom left and veer right several times. He quickly rose his right hand, forgetting he was closest to the window that allowed so much light to pour in. After a few seconds, his eyes adjusted to the brightness, allowing him to rest his arm on the desk yet again. With his left hand, he wiped his forehead, only to notice that sweat had fell upon it. Another bad dream. A nightmare. After a moment or two, he was able to stop his silent panting and regulate his breathing. The sweat had been reabsorbed into his skin, allowing his expression to return back to the same depressing one that pushed everyone away. The bell rang, forcing Katsuro to jump out of his seat. He quickly re-composed himself and slowly left the classroom he loathed the most. He was out the entire time. Something that had been rare. Of course, ever since he enrolled into the Shinigami Academy, his hours of sleep had steadily increased along with the sudden decline of nightmares from that day...
”Honestly,” he walked through the busy hallways as if he was the only one there. ”How long will it be before I can move on with my life? Before I am able to gain enough power to protect the ones close to me?” His eyes wandered toward the ceiling, causing his jaw to drop slightly. A look that even made other shinigami walk around him. Yet another thing that was rare.
Perhaps tomorrow would be the day he could move on. Tomorrow was graduation day, after all. Something that was given to him only once in his life. He didn’t look at it as becoming an official shinigami though, he looked at it as being able to move on; to forget. He wanted to forget, to suppress those horrifying memories so deep within the recesses of his mind that he just wanted it to disappear. But, he couldn’t do that after coming so far. The reason he joined the Gotei 13 was because of that memory. To forget the reason you do something, that is so important in your life, is an attribute he never wanted to have; weakness.
After being lost in thought for so many minutes, Katsuro realized he had been standing in front of his room for quite some time now. Some passing shinigami gave a confused look while others gave a look of concern. He shook his head, trying to cope with reality as he slid open his door. Slowly walking to his bed, he placed his zanpakutou next to him and allowed himself to drop on the cushion under him. He needed sleep. That was it. Just sleep. And as he closed his eyes, he heard two shinigami conversing with one another. He quickly opened his eyes, noticing he had left his door open. Sighing, he rose from the bed and walked to the door with the intention of closing it.
“Did you hear?” said one shinigami.
“Hear what?” asked the other.
“Some gang in North Rukongai have been pillaging districts and raping women.”
Katsuro’s eyes widened, forcing him to leave the door halfway open. He needn’t listen to anymore from the two. He stood there for a moment, motionless, speechless. He couldn’t utter one word, not even a mumble. What needed to be said though? Without giving it a second thought, Katsuro grabbed the zanpakutou he had just leaned against the wall and ran out of his room, grabbing a black hakama along the way. As he ran, he placed his zanpakutou on his left side and he put on the black hakama. He had to leave now. His past was still alive and well. Solving the past was one’s priority; his priority. Dodging shinigami left and right was the only obstacle he had to face. He would return. He promised himself that. Luck seemed to be on his side for when he returned, all he needed was proof of graduation. As they say, doing something ahead of time has its benefits. But he couldn’t be thinking of his return now. He had to focus on what was ahead of him. He had to focus on his past. He stopped running, realizing where he was. A few feet away was the 1st District of Rukongai. After this first step, Katsuro could not, would not, turn back until he enacted revenge. His eyes burned with determination and his expression suddenly changed from a depressed one to a serious one. Using his left hand to hold down that hakama, he walked away from his future and toward his past. Soon enough, his past would just be that. And a little while from now, he would be walking back to his future.
Name:
真 勝郎
Shin Katsuro (Japanese Format)
“true son of victory”
Age: Died at age 18, Spent 512 years in Soul Society (looks 23)
Persona: Due to unfortunate events during his early life in Rukongai, Katsuro has become quite secluded and usually only keeps to himself. His expression is usually seen as a depressed one with his eyes narrowed and always gazing at the ground under him. However, after being in the Academy, his outlook on life and himself have changed gradually. He has become much more talkative and his wise and very encouraging are always remembered. Of course, after such events and then a sudden recovery from them, Katsuro’s usual attitude of fighting alone and seclusion as a whole still burns within.
His strong sense of justice allows his to wield his zanpakutou with much more ease than others. Any fight he might get himself into is always considered serious to him, dubbing that each fight has its own meaning to each participant. Thus, Katsuro has dedicated himself to mastering his zanpakutou as well as becoming one with it. He hopes that by reaching this level his training in the Art of the Sword will be complete.
Physical Stature: Standing at 6'3 and weighing roughly 200 pounds, Katsuro is said to have the appearance of an average samurai. His black hair is short and he usually wears it ‘as he sees fit’; meaning how it is, is how he’ll leave it. A short goatee accompanied with light sideburns that run along his jaw line indicate his age and experience in Soul Society. Aside from the average shihakushou given to him upon entering the Shingami Academy and his zanpakutou, which is worn on his left side, the only physical attribute that seems to stand out is his gray eyes that others seem to admire.
Biography: Roughly 500 years ago, Katsuro died in the middle of an epic war in Japan. Upon entering Rukongai he realized he was living in a civilized district, allowing him to refrain from using any sword skills to survive. After about 50 years, Katsuro was taken in by a family, which consisted of a mother, father, younger brother (looked 10), and a younger sister (looked 8). For 300 years, the family seemed to have absolutely no issues.
However, around this time, it was discovered that Katsuro had much more reiatsu capacity than the average soul, marking him a potential shinigami. Unfortunately, since the family lived on the border of a poorly ordered district, a gang of thugs, composed of rogue swordsman, was aware of Katsuro’s power and invaded his home, killing his mother and father. Unable to defend himself or his brother and sister, Katsuro was forced to kill his brother with a sword given to him by a thug and then watch his sister get raped several times before killing her as well.
Up until enrolling into the Shinigami Academy, Katsuro was silent and refused to get close to anyone; saying his was not strong enough to protect anyone, not even himself. He had hoped to gain the power he needed through becoming a shinigami and enrolling into the Gotei 13, however, upon graduating from the Academy, Katsuro heard that the gang of thugs that had forced him to kill his brother and sister were wandering around North Rukongai, forcing him to leave behind the Gotei 13 to enact revenge.
Division / Seat: N/A. Rogue.
Zanpakutou: Katsuro’s zanpakutou is nothing more than a standard katana, with a length of roughly 48" (including the handle). The handle itself is bound by a pitch black cloth and the guard is nothing more than the shape of a circle died black. The saya is also a standard black. It is worn on Katsuro’s left side, suggesting he is right handed.
Stats:
Shin Katsuro - Rogue Shinigami
Reiatsu: 100
Zanjutsu: 50
Hakuda: 0
Houhou: 25
Kidou: 25
Connection: 0
Sample Chapter:
Chapter i: ~Prologue~
[1,086]
The light poured in from the large windows that had taken up the entire left wall, causing a slight illumination to occur on and around every person in the room at the time. It was slightly cool in there, that day. Strangely enough, Katsuro was actually sort of relaxed when he was in his History of Shinigami class, something that doesn’t occur often. Even the atmosphere, which had always caused him to dwell on other things, helped him focus on what his professor was saying. Of course, when he glanced around the room, he was really the only one paying attention. Most heads were glued to the desk in front of them and some, oddly enough, were even leaning on one another. That was the reason why Katsuro had always sat in the top corner in all of his classes. He needed space. He couldn’t bear someone so close to him, a stranger nonetheless, for such a long period of time. The professor began reviewing material. Now, Katsuro was starting to feel how heavy his eyelids were.
”Doesn’t he realize that history is history?” thought Katsuro as he rested his chin on his left palm. ”To go over it so many times is just ridiculous. History is meant for reference, nothing more.”
His eyelids began to go into a slow spasm; closing halfway then rising up suddenly. For several minutes, Katsuro spent all of his energy trying to stay awake during an already boring review. His eyelids became so heavy that not even he could hold them any longer. And thus, he allowed his palm to bear the weight of his head as his eyelids allowed his mind to rest.
~*~
”Mommy! MOMMY!!”
“No! Please don’t do that to my daughter!!”
“MOMMY!!!”
His eyelids suddenly lifted, causing Katsuro’s eyes to zoom left and veer right several times. He quickly rose his right hand, forgetting he was closest to the window that allowed so much light to pour in. After a few seconds, his eyes adjusted to the brightness, allowing him to rest his arm on the desk yet again. With his left hand, he wiped his forehead, only to notice that sweat had fell upon it. Another bad dream. A nightmare. After a moment or two, he was able to stop his silent panting and regulate his breathing. The sweat had been reabsorbed into his skin, allowing his expression to return back to the same depressing one that pushed everyone away. The bell rang, forcing Katsuro to jump out of his seat. He quickly re-composed himself and slowly left the classroom he loathed the most. He was out the entire time. Something that had been rare. Of course, ever since he enrolled into the Shinigami Academy, his hours of sleep had steadily increased along with the sudden decline of nightmares from that day...
”Honestly,” he walked through the busy hallways as if he was the only one there. ”How long will it be before I can move on with my life? Before I am able to gain enough power to protect the ones close to me?” His eyes wandered toward the ceiling, causing his jaw to drop slightly. A look that even made other shinigami walk around him. Yet another thing that was rare.
Perhaps tomorrow would be the day he could move on. Tomorrow was graduation day, after all. Something that was given to him only once in his life. He didn’t look at it as becoming an official shinigami though, he looked at it as being able to move on; to forget. He wanted to forget, to suppress those horrifying memories so deep within the recesses of his mind that he just wanted it to disappear. But, he couldn’t do that after coming so far. The reason he joined the Gotei 13 was because of that memory. To forget the reason you do something, that is so important in your life, is an attribute he never wanted to have; weakness.
After being lost in thought for so many minutes, Katsuro realized he had been standing in front of his room for quite some time now. Some passing shinigami gave a confused look while others gave a look of concern. He shook his head, trying to cope with reality as he slid open his door. Slowly walking to his bed, he placed his zanpakutou next to him and allowed himself to drop on the cushion under him. He needed sleep. That was it. Just sleep. And as he closed his eyes, he heard two shinigami conversing with one another. He quickly opened his eyes, noticing he had left his door open. Sighing, he rose from the bed and walked to the door with the intention of closing it.
“Did you hear?” said one shinigami.
“Hear what?” asked the other.
“Some gang in North Rukongai have been pillaging districts and raping women.”
Katsuro’s eyes widened, forcing him to leave the door halfway open. He needn’t listen to anymore from the two. He stood there for a moment, motionless, speechless. He couldn’t utter one word, not even a mumble. What needed to be said though? Without giving it a second thought, Katsuro grabbed the zanpakutou he had just leaned against the wall and ran out of his room, grabbing a black hakama along the way. As he ran, he placed his zanpakutou on his left side and he put on the black hakama. He had to leave now. His past was still alive and well. Solving the past was one’s priority; his priority. Dodging shinigami left and right was the only obstacle he had to face. He would return. He promised himself that. Luck seemed to be on his side for when he returned, all he needed was proof of graduation. As they say, doing something ahead of time has its benefits. But he couldn’t be thinking of his return now. He had to focus on what was ahead of him. He had to focus on his past. He stopped running, realizing where he was. A few feet away was the 1st District of Rukongai. After this first step, Katsuro could not, would not, turn back until he enacted revenge. His eyes burned with determination and his expression suddenly changed from a depressed one to a serious one. Using his left hand to hold down that hakama, he walked away from his future and toward his past. Soon enough, his past would just be that. And a little while from now, he would be walking back to his future.