Katir, Malix [SHINIGAMI] Feb 24, 2016 8:10:14 GMT -5
Post by Malix on Feb 24, 2016 8:10:14 GMT -5
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The Soul Reaper
On The Surface__
Name: Malix Serant Katir
Age / Apparent Age: 126/23
Height & Weight: 5’6” 165Ibs
Hair & Eyes: Malix’s hair comes down to roughly the middle of his back. It is sandy blonde in color with a wavy natural flow. He mainly wears it up in a ponytail or several tightly braided strands. His eyes an Indigo blue color that Malix on occasion covers with colored contact lenses to turn his eyes a glowing bright pink color.
Physical Description: :Malix has a notable scar on the upper left side of his lip. His face is covered in a short kept full beard. If not for the beard would easily be mistaken for a woman. His physique is a slightly built well-toned form. His voice is surprisingly childlike. Both of his ears are pierced with simple black hoops in place. His nails are short kept and painted black. He gives off an oddly sweet smell, as if covered in some sort of frosting. His scar ridden knuckles and torso are due to constant combat. The tinted riding goggles he has worn around his neck, has a cracked lens and the regular strap has been replaced by scrap cloth. Been known to wear color contacts to change eye color to Pink
Spiritual Description: Malix’s reiatsu is bright pink in color has a very muggy like feel as if in a swamp. Looks like a dense fog emanating from Malix's body. Leaves a sweet taste in the mouth as if eating some type of ice cream but with an Iron like aftertaste. It gives off a very warm to the touch temperature as if enveloped in a heating blanket.
Shinigami/Human Attire: Malix wears the standard Shinigami uniform with the only modifications being the goggles around his neck (as previously described) and the steel wool woven elbow length, fingerless gloves. While in the human world Malix tends to wear lots of black due to his growing interest in the gothic style of clothing. He generally wears a standard black t-shirt with a pair of black Levi brand work pants and combat boots. Depending on the weather in the world of the living Malix will occasionally wear a worn grey yet oversized formal jacket with black pinstripes. Malix also tends to wear several different gloves or arm warmers.
Behind The Eyes__
Personality: Highly unmotivated to do anything outside of his basic duties as a Shinigami. Unless promised or bribed with some type of food or entertainment. Prefers to be left alone to train or meditate. Although he dislikes being around large groups of people he tends to put on a friendly face and hides his discomfort. In smaller groups he tends to chat a lot about nothing or become flirtatious with the females in the group. Despite the heavy flirting he tends to keep to himself, never pursuing anything more than basic acquaintanceship. Tends to Respect authority but will disobey if he feels the authority is being flaunted or miss used. Ultimate Goal is to protect those who cannot protect themselves no matter the cost. Severely dislikes being taken advantage of in any situation, usually responds with a fit of rage. Despises his own lack of faith in his abilities to lead in any situation, due to this Malix tends to avoid doing anything that would put him in such positions, (Normally by underplaying his abilities.) although he will not let his unwillingness cause harm to his fellow Shinigami. Malix prefers to fight alone, even against overwhelming odds, in order to unleash any pent up aggression against his enemies.
Positive Qualities: Extremely loyal, Generous, Friendly
Negative Qualities: Explosive Anger, Stubborn, Mildly Paranoid
Strength Of The World__
Zanpakutō Spirit and Inner World: Miri Kenta is Malix's Zanpakuto spirit. She appears as a small red headed girl wrapped up and bound in chains. The inner world is a meadow with a dark crypt in the dead center where Miri tends to be. The crypt has several levels. Each one representing the achievable releases and/or abilities Miri has to offer Malix.
Zanpakutō: Miri Kenta standard appearance is a scorched black blade with a serrated spine. Her sheath has its own handle due to its own sharp edge. A locking mechanism allows them to either be used as one or to keep Miri from being drawn unwillingly. When Released, Miri Kenta becomes a 10ft chain with a triple edged blade on one end with spikes as a hilt and a small handle*. As Bankai the chains become bladed and can extend out to 15ft.*
* abilities not yet achieved.
Release Phrase: Release phrase is 'unwind, Miri Kento' Miri must be sheathed in order to released.
Zanpakutō Power: Malix's hands become wrapped in chainmail gauntlets to easier grasp and work with the chains of Miri's released form. Senso no Rensa- is an ability where Malix uses Miri to wrap his enemy and super heats the chains to burn the encased enemy, eventually reducing them to cinders.
Fighting Style: Hand to hand combat is Malix’s preferred method of combat. He feels betting an opponent with his fists is the best way to display one’s dominance. With stronger opponents Malix will draw Miri from her sheath, using her to deflect attacks while attacking with his fist. Malix also uses Miri’s sheath to deflect more devastating attacks until an opening in his opponent is exposed where he strikes with Miri. Malix tends to let his opponents nick him with several strikes in order to feed his rage. Malix uses that rage to swing Miri while she’s locked in her sheath, acting like a great sword of sorts, to cleave apart his foes.
Previous Divisions: No
1916-passed on to the soul society
2016-enrolled in the Academy
History: 100 years prior, Malix was in a small town in the America's inside of a convenience store when it was robbed. Malix dove in front of another hostage when the robber started shooting hostages resulting in his death. the next Year he wandered as a Plus soul until he ran into a Shinigami fighting a Hollow. Noticing the Shinigami was struggling he stepped in and struck the beast in the side of the head. Even though the Shinigami still died Malix spent the next 3 months fighting other hollows in hopes of running into another Shinigami. Finally being sent to the soul society Malix spent his time training on his own before enrolling into the academy.
Roleplay Sample: How long has it been since I first came here? It’s so hard to tell time around here. I’ve spent the last I assume year? Yeah, year sounds about right since I enrolled into the Shinigami Academy. Who knows how much longer it will be.
My eyes shift out the window to look at the bare white walls of the Seireitei. The bland sight of it seemed to crush what little hope I had for time being. All of this conformity makes me wonder if I made the right decision in becoming a Shinigami. Yeah it’s the best way to protect the living but can I really stand to exist in the so called afterlife pretending that every one of us is still in the world of the living? I don’t think so.
Wandering down the hall of the Academy I avert my gaze from looking directly at the other students. I’m in no mood to have any more social interactions for the day. I no longer notice the Zanpakuto hanging from my side anymore, or the fact that my right hand seems to rest on it as I am walking. It is oddly comforting to feel the weapon weigh on my side. Apparently these things are supposed to be living. True or not the Zanpakuto will only be a last resort.
Wow I really need to stop zoning out. Turning my head to the left I find that I had made my way to the training yard of the Academy. Guess now is a good as time as any to get some practice in with the blade. I need to let my knuckles heal anyways. My left hand grips the hilt firmly, slowly drawing the blade as I make my way over to the practice dummy. My right hand moves to grip the bottom half of the hilt. My eyes glance around the area. Stepping forward with my left foot I bring the blade down onto the shoulder of the dummy. Feeling the jolt in the blade I pull back on it sliding it off my target as I regain my form before moving to strike with a horizontal slash.
Another jolt, this time I let go of the blade with my right hand rearing my left hand back for a wider swing. I bring the blade down to cut through the shoulder of the target. The blade became stuck temporarily in the wood. I push my foot against the target kicking off of it while pulling on the hilt of the blade to pull free. With a soft thud, I felt myself hit the ground.
Slowly I stand back up while sheathing the blade. Jeez was this boring. I need a real target. Without something fighting back practice just seems useless. Turning around I start to walk away. Now all I need is a good meal and some sleep. Hopefully tomorrow will be less droll.
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