Yamada,Rindō
SHINIGAMI
4th Seat, 7th Division
Personnel File
Age: 86 [Mortal Death: 14]
Birthday: March 15th
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Japanese
Physical Specifications
Height and Weight: 5'10" 130lbs
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Fiery Red
General Appearance:
Perhaps in a different life under difference circumstances, if Rindō had been blessed with better fortunes, her eyes could have emanated with an angelic glow. Instead, they are dulled by a jaded realism that details how dreams were for fools. This sentiment is reflected in her general appearance, everything about her a waning dull other than the luster or her hair.
Said hair falls just below her shoulder-blades glinting with feisty shades of red that are almost uniform but not quite. You will most typically find her hair hanging down, pulled back in a low ponytail, or up in a set of space buns. Despite her skin's nearly flawless complexion, Rindō does still wear simple makeup with particular care and interest in the expert application of a soft but smoky eye-liner. Beyond the face is the silhouette of a woman who is tragically unaware of her own body. Well proportioned legs and torso, wide hips which punctuate what is probably an hourglass frame, and an ample bosom that all serves to split attention fairly up and down her body. Her jawline, surprisingly distinct, helps to distract from a tiny mouth and tiny nose . And all of this is wrapped up in clothing that looks as if it were fitted for her in the dark.
Her uniform is worn with standard address and standard enthusiasm. Although she keeps it tied somewhat loosely to allow for better flexibility, she does fall short of any sort of scandalous accidents. The obi she wears around her waist varies in color from day to day and is always color coordinated with the silk choker worn around her neck. And although optional, she often wraps her hands with simple bandages to help with her grip as her hands tends to sweat a lot.
Rindō's reiatsu clings to her like a body glove, rightly wrapped around her form until and unless she is using it. At which point, the field surrounding and cloaking her blooms so wide and far as to almost totally fade into the background, giving the space around her a warped and discolored tinge almost like oil slicked water. Although many auras evoke sensations, Rindō's instead coaxes out an emotional response of an indistinct nostalgia.
Psychological Profile
To those she calls friends, Rindō is capable of meeting the highest highs and the lowest lows, often in close proximity to one another. She is a friend for all seasons, so to speak, but which season you'll be getting is unreliable. Other than her drunken benders, her friends know her to be a thoughtful and intelligent woman who prefers to listen rather than speak. A bit of a brat, a bit of a smart-ass, but ultimately supportive. They just wish she could turn some of her advice inward and improve herself for a change, or at the least, be aware of her own double-standards and bullshit and call herself out for them.
Professionally, Rindō is listless yet effective in her work on the occasion she does get around to completing it. She handles assignments with a high degree of responsibility and is especially motivated to take on jobs that will expose her to people places and things she has not seen before. In the past, she has been accused of dawdling on certain assignments because she is indulging her own fascinations rather than completing what was asked, and likewise accused of moving on too fast to get to something new and exciting. She's a talker as much as she is a fighter and her performance reviews have historically pointed this out as a 'flaw'.
Combat with Rindō is a microcosm of her other problems. She goes through the same cycles she wraps herself up in with the other phases of her life; there is a crescendo where she is impressed with her opponents and studies them closely, giving them credit for all sorts of talent and skill possibly grossly out of line with the truth. Unavoidably, she comes to feel she has overestimated her foe. Their bravado was unsustainable. They had one brief moment in the sun where they pushed beyond who they were but now they have fallen back down to Earth and she is...disappointed. And ready to move on. When she reaches this point, she looks to disengage through either ending combat or walking away in the case of especially pathetic foes.
Zanpakutō File
Zanpakutō Spirit:
Kishōtenketsu is a tall, lithe, androgynous (Although slightly feminine) figure with four faces. Appearing most often as a tall, distant figure that looms over the horizon and filling up the vault of the sky, it has four golden faces which each face in a different cardinal direction. Although somewhere beneath the golden masks there appears to be skin or flesh or whatever you prefer to think of its analog, Kishōtenketsu never takes off their disguise remaining forever hidden behind the gilded masquerade. As the moods and message change, so too does the face which Kishōtenketsu uses to speak to her wielder with. In spite of this frequent transition, the masks seems to simply shift with a new head being 'in control' without any apparent transition or segue. If you listen to the strange, otherworldly voice of Kishōtenketsu carefully you can most certainly hear more than one voice within the words being spoken. Sometimes just a second, sometimes more. While these voices communicate in the same fashion more often than not, there are words that different facets of the spirit try to make known.
Kishōtenketsu is always clad in a garish kimono in a traditional Kamakura style. Often featuring vibrant purples, cherry blossom reds and pinks, sea greens and blues, these full length gowns cover the entirety of the spirit's form until they simply bleed into and become one with the horizon on which the creature sits.
Inner World
Kishōtenketsu's Inner World is a perfect replica of Fukuoka on the island of Kyushu, however it is totally and utterly devoid of life. The sun, long since set beneath the horizon, has yielded to a moonless night lit with stars that lazily blink into and out of existence as the mood of the moment fits. In her roaming, she has found that the Inner World also seems to encompass a limited area around the city however it eventually closes off to sheer cliffs which cannot be scaled. Only crashing waves wait below.
Sealed Zanpakutō
Kishōtenketsu is a modest katana 34 inches in length and quite simple in design. A straight, slender blade accentuated by a black circular hand-guard which appears to be cut in the replica of a lucky coin. The grip is simple and black tied tight with black cloth. There are no interesting features or quirks of the blade itself other than a blood-groove which runs the length. The saya, although principally black, is adorned with undulating coloration like a washed out analog of a Damascus pattern.
Shikai Appearance
"Wareware Wa (我々)"
Speaking the release phrase, bowing her head, and clutching the handle of her blade with the tip pointed downward. Her reiatsu groans and bloom and explodes, dispersing into a vibrant mist that seems to cover the entire area. The aura is so terribly thin yet undeniably present. The blade undergoes no physical changes in this state, save for when it moves through the air it creates a wake in her reiatsu as if a blade moving through the water.
Shikai Abilities:
Wareware Wa expands her senses to an incredible level giving her presence and awareness over a large area. Wherever the thin mist of her reiatsu covers, so too does her presence and budding prescience. This does not mean that she is unwillingly subjected to every sensory experience that takes place within her aura but rather she can pick and choose what she'd like to focus on, hear, see, smell, taste, or touch within the scope of her range. Because of the nature of this ability, the vast amount of information can be distracting to say the least. She will often tighten this aura and reign in the effect so as to save herself some sanity. But, if protected by someone else, she can cover quite a lot.
Bankai Appearance
"Natsukashii (懐かしい) "
Rindō cannot use her Bankai at this time.
Bankai Abilities:
Not Applicable. Has not been discovered and therefore cannot be controlled.
Documented History
Prologue
Rindō was born to a somewhat poor fishing family in a coastal village of Kyushu. The circumstances of her death were sad but pedestrian as her father and one of her brothers were both killed in the Second Mongol Invasion, and the very ship they used to send back the dead carried the rats and plague that would end her life. How ironic then that in the years that followed she would be hounded by that same disease for entirely different and far more severe reasons.
Upon manifesting in the Soul Society, she spent several carefree years in a middle district with a makeshift family until she was discovered by eager recruiters who noted her voracious appetite. She rode the first wave of "Shinigami" who were recruited due to falling standards of the Gotei, hungry to replace those who had found an untimely end due to plague and surging Hollow numbers. Rindō was one of the first students to benefit from the use of an Asauchi and benefit she did. Although it would be many years before she would unlock the secrets of her Shikai and her mastery of its temperament, her spirit made itself known to her in the last days of her Academy program.
Relevant Background
After assignment to 7th Division, Rindō began productive career as a capable and quick learning scout with a knack for group tactics. As the plague began to worsen, unfortunately, her abilities became more and more scarcely used. The prevailing issue of manpower overtook her ingenuity to the point she started spending most of her time at coordination points and forward bases of operation instead of out in the field being and feeling effective.
As months and years carrier on, her disassociation with the day-to-day workings of the Division began to cost her progress and opportunity yet she was steadily promoted as the traditional definition of "seniority" eroded before her very eyes. Tenth seat, jumping all the way to Sixth. An unlucky death or two she was Fifth seat. Promoted for "meritorious effort" to Fourth seat although she couldn't tell you why. It has been there she has remained for a number of years now as personnel moved rapidly around her. Something is going on in her Division that she is not party to and while it was paid no mind during the chaos of recent years, she can no longer ignore her gut. Her trust in the institution has been shaken.
SHINIGAMI
4th Seat, 7th Division
Personnel File
Age: 86 [Mortal Death: 14]
Birthday: March 15th
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Japanese
Physical Specifications
Height and Weight: 5'10" 130lbs
Eyes: Gray
Hair: Fiery Red
General Appearance:
Perhaps in a different life under difference circumstances, if Rindō had been blessed with better fortunes, her eyes could have emanated with an angelic glow. Instead, they are dulled by a jaded realism that details how dreams were for fools. This sentiment is reflected in her general appearance, everything about her a waning dull other than the luster or her hair.
Said hair falls just below her shoulder-blades glinting with feisty shades of red that are almost uniform but not quite. You will most typically find her hair hanging down, pulled back in a low ponytail, or up in a set of space buns. Despite her skin's nearly flawless complexion, Rindō does still wear simple makeup with particular care and interest in the expert application of a soft but smoky eye-liner. Beyond the face is the silhouette of a woman who is tragically unaware of her own body. Well proportioned legs and torso, wide hips which punctuate what is probably an hourglass frame, and an ample bosom that all serves to split attention fairly up and down her body. Her jawline, surprisingly distinct, helps to distract from a tiny mouth and tiny nose . And all of this is wrapped up in clothing that looks as if it were fitted for her in the dark.
Her uniform is worn with standard address and standard enthusiasm. Although she keeps it tied somewhat loosely to allow for better flexibility, she does fall short of any sort of scandalous accidents. The obi she wears around her waist varies in color from day to day and is always color coordinated with the silk choker worn around her neck. And although optional, she often wraps her hands with simple bandages to help with her grip as her hands tends to sweat a lot.
Rindō's reiatsu clings to her like a body glove, rightly wrapped around her form until and unless she is using it. At which point, the field surrounding and cloaking her blooms so wide and far as to almost totally fade into the background, giving the space around her a warped and discolored tinge almost like oil slicked water. Although many auras evoke sensations, Rindō's instead coaxes out an emotional response of an indistinct nostalgia.
Psychological Profile
To those she calls friends, Rindō is capable of meeting the highest highs and the lowest lows, often in close proximity to one another. She is a friend for all seasons, so to speak, but which season you'll be getting is unreliable. Other than her drunken benders, her friends know her to be a thoughtful and intelligent woman who prefers to listen rather than speak. A bit of a brat, a bit of a smart-ass, but ultimately supportive. They just wish she could turn some of her advice inward and improve herself for a change, or at the least, be aware of her own double-standards and bullshit and call herself out for them.
Professionally, Rindō is listless yet effective in her work on the occasion she does get around to completing it. She handles assignments with a high degree of responsibility and is especially motivated to take on jobs that will expose her to people places and things she has not seen before. In the past, she has been accused of dawdling on certain assignments because she is indulging her own fascinations rather than completing what was asked, and likewise accused of moving on too fast to get to something new and exciting. She's a talker as much as she is a fighter and her performance reviews have historically pointed this out as a 'flaw'.
Combat with Rindō is a microcosm of her other problems. She goes through the same cycles she wraps herself up in with the other phases of her life; there is a crescendo where she is impressed with her opponents and studies them closely, giving them credit for all sorts of talent and skill possibly grossly out of line with the truth. Unavoidably, she comes to feel she has overestimated her foe. Their bravado was unsustainable. They had one brief moment in the sun where they pushed beyond who they were but now they have fallen back down to Earth and she is...disappointed. And ready to move on. When she reaches this point, she looks to disengage through either ending combat or walking away in the case of especially pathetic foes.
Zanpakutō File
Zanpakutō Spirit:
Kishōtenketsu is a tall, lithe, androgynous (Although slightly feminine) figure with four faces. Appearing most often as a tall, distant figure that looms over the horizon and filling up the vault of the sky, it has four golden faces which each face in a different cardinal direction. Although somewhere beneath the golden masks there appears to be skin or flesh or whatever you prefer to think of its analog, Kishōtenketsu never takes off their disguise remaining forever hidden behind the gilded masquerade. As the moods and message change, so too does the face which Kishōtenketsu uses to speak to her wielder with. In spite of this frequent transition, the masks seems to simply shift with a new head being 'in control' without any apparent transition or segue. If you listen to the strange, otherworldly voice of Kishōtenketsu carefully you can most certainly hear more than one voice within the words being spoken. Sometimes just a second, sometimes more. While these voices communicate in the same fashion more often than not, there are words that different facets of the spirit try to make known.
Kishōtenketsu is always clad in a garish kimono in a traditional Kamakura style. Often featuring vibrant purples, cherry blossom reds and pinks, sea greens and blues, these full length gowns cover the entirety of the spirit's form until they simply bleed into and become one with the horizon on which the creature sits.
Inner World
Kishōtenketsu's Inner World is a perfect replica of Fukuoka on the island of Kyushu, however it is totally and utterly devoid of life. The sun, long since set beneath the horizon, has yielded to a moonless night lit with stars that lazily blink into and out of existence as the mood of the moment fits. In her roaming, she has found that the Inner World also seems to encompass a limited area around the city however it eventually closes off to sheer cliffs which cannot be scaled. Only crashing waves wait below.
Sealed Zanpakutō
Kishōtenketsu is a modest katana 34 inches in length and quite simple in design. A straight, slender blade accentuated by a black circular hand-guard which appears to be cut in the replica of a lucky coin. The grip is simple and black tied tight with black cloth. There are no interesting features or quirks of the blade itself other than a blood-groove which runs the length. The saya, although principally black, is adorned with undulating coloration like a washed out analog of a Damascus pattern.
Shikai Appearance
"Wareware Wa (我々)"
Speaking the release phrase, bowing her head, and clutching the handle of her blade with the tip pointed downward. Her reiatsu groans and bloom and explodes, dispersing into a vibrant mist that seems to cover the entire area. The aura is so terribly thin yet undeniably present. The blade undergoes no physical changes in this state, save for when it moves through the air it creates a wake in her reiatsu as if a blade moving through the water.
Shikai Abilities:
Wareware Wa expands her senses to an incredible level giving her presence and awareness over a large area. Wherever the thin mist of her reiatsu covers, so too does her presence and budding prescience. This does not mean that she is unwillingly subjected to every sensory experience that takes place within her aura but rather she can pick and choose what she'd like to focus on, hear, see, smell, taste, or touch within the scope of her range. Because of the nature of this ability, the vast amount of information can be distracting to say the least. She will often tighten this aura and reign in the effect so as to save herself some sanity. But, if protected by someone else, she can cover quite a lot.
Bankai Appearance
"Natsukashii (懐かしい) "
Rindō cannot use her Bankai at this time.
Bankai Abilities:
Not Applicable. Has not been discovered and therefore cannot be controlled.
Documented History
Prologue
Rindō was born to a somewhat poor fishing family in a coastal village of Kyushu. The circumstances of her death were sad but pedestrian as her father and one of her brothers were both killed in the Second Mongol Invasion, and the very ship they used to send back the dead carried the rats and plague that would end her life. How ironic then that in the years that followed she would be hounded by that same disease for entirely different and far more severe reasons.
Upon manifesting in the Soul Society, she spent several carefree years in a middle district with a makeshift family until she was discovered by eager recruiters who noted her voracious appetite. She rode the first wave of "Shinigami" who were recruited due to falling standards of the Gotei, hungry to replace those who had found an untimely end due to plague and surging Hollow numbers. Rindō was one of the first students to benefit from the use of an Asauchi and benefit she did. Although it would be many years before she would unlock the secrets of her Shikai and her mastery of its temperament, her spirit made itself known to her in the last days of her Academy program.
Relevant Background
After assignment to 7th Division, Rindō began productive career as a capable and quick learning scout with a knack for group tactics. As the plague began to worsen, unfortunately, her abilities became more and more scarcely used. The prevailing issue of manpower overtook her ingenuity to the point she started spending most of her time at coordination points and forward bases of operation instead of out in the field being and feeling effective.
As months and years carrier on, her disassociation with the day-to-day workings of the Division began to cost her progress and opportunity yet she was steadily promoted as the traditional definition of "seniority" eroded before her very eyes. Tenth seat, jumping all the way to Sixth. An unlucky death or two she was Fifth seat. Promoted for "meritorious effort" to Fourth seat although she couldn't tell you why. It has been there she has remained for a number of years now as personnel moved rapidly around her. Something is going on in her Division that she is not party to and while it was paid no mind during the chaos of recent years, she can no longer ignore her gut. Her trust in the institution has been shaken.
