Name: Kamiya Haijo
Contact Info: Deathscrwd
Age: 142 (Living:12, Dead:130)
Physical Stature: Kamiya Haijo stands at about six feet four inches tall. He has almost black looking, dark brown eyes and neck length white hair. He has a very wiry build to fit his rambunctious attitude. He wears the basic shihakushou with the sleeves cropped off just past his elbows, and the bottom of his pants are kept wrapped up, to his ankles. Kamiya has high set cheekbones, a squared jaw and a kind smile that never fades. His eyes are slanted a little more than usual, giving Haijo’s face a fox like appearance.
Persona: Haijo is all laughs and smiles, and he is always the person to never take a serious situation seriously. He laughs in the face of danger just as cheerfully as he does at a comedy act; which tends to get on his enemies nerves more often than not. Haijo is very springy and anxious, and quick to jump at a sudden noise making him seem suspiciously nervous.
Biography: Haijo was an orphan for as long as he could remember while he was alive, but the boy was good at it. He stole food to feed himself, and knew exactly where to escape if he was seen. This worked for a few years, until Kamiya was finally caught, and flogged for his theft. Sadly, the boy died from the flogging; the man beat him harder than he intended while in his fury.
Haijo awoke in Rukongai, District Fifty-seven. A district no better than where he lived before he died. After several years past by, the white haired boy grew up to be the self titled guardian for the District. Kamiya loved the people there, and they loved him. After realising he could control something people called reiatsu, applied to join the Shinigami Academy, and was rejected. He never was given a reason, but the man handing him his refusal always looked apologetic. Unknown to Kamiya Haijo, there was someone who made sure that he never passed the entrance exam. He applied year after year, until he was finally accepted from sheer perseverance, and because he came to know everyone in the recruitment office by name.
Division/Seat: 3rd division, unseated.
Zanpakutou: Kamiya’s zanpakutou from pommel to blade tip is exactly four feet long. The zanpakutou has no tsuba, and the blade is exactly as wide as the handle, making it perfectly balanced. The handle is ash wood wrapped with stark white, which matches the blade; The unsharpened half of the blade is black, while the sharpened half is an almost whitish silver. Down the length of the blade are runes; on the black half the runes are white, and on the white half they are black. The sheath of the zanpakutou is pure white, with black flower petal designs flowing down.
Feat Slot(s): 1
Stats__
Reiatsu: 100 (4543)
Zanjutsu: 0 (0)
Hakuda: 50 (2543)
Hohou: 25 (1000)
Kidou: 25 (1000)
__Sample Chapter__
[WC:1096]
Despite the many torches and sconces that littered the roadsides throughout and outside the village, a heavy mist covered the entire district making it hard to see. A few people could be heard off in the distance at a local bar that was known for being open at all hours of the day, and it was frequented by many of the shinigami that stayed around the area. Most of the locals tried their best to stay away, because they feared the shinigami, despite the fact that they help the people out.
Kamiya understood how they felt though, since despite his being over two hundred years old, a majority of that time was spent as a common spirit in the outer districts of Rukongai. The people here didn’t know or and even understand how easy they had it this far in, so close to Sereitei. Bandits and thugs didn’t really exist around this area. The one thing they did have more of around here was food, since so many more people got hungry this far in, being that they were constantly around shinigami.
The white haired man could remember not being hungry, and wished that things were still that easy; and with a grumble, his stomach reminded him of his greatest weakness, hunger. With a complaining moan he made his way towards the noise, knowing that the bar was the only place open this late that would have any food. Inside, many of his fellow shinigami crowded tables, as well as more citizens than usual.
'Maybe they’re finally warming up to us. About time, it’s not like we haven’t been here for the last few months or anything...'
With his trademark smile he waded up to the counter and ordered a set of rice balls; not the most flavorful thing in the world, but great for an empty stomach. He hadn't really liked rice balls as he grew up, but that was mainly because of how often he had to eat them. So now he only had them when he had to. He listened in on a few of the conversations around the bar, but nothing really important was ever mentioned so he let himself relax.
He hadn’t noticed that none of the citizens ever talked, he hadn’t noticed how shaken the bartender looked, he didn’t even notice that the “shinigami” in the bar wore regular katana instead of their trademark zanpakutou; but, he definitely noticed the sounds of swords unsheathing all around the bar. Quicker than any of them could comprehend, he made an instant step outside of the bar, and out of harms way. A crowd of thug-like men, who obviously didn’t belong this close to sereitei, charged out of the bar angrily. Apparently they didn’t know that shinigami could flash step. They made a semi circle around Kamiya, with his back against the wall of the building across the street.
He couldn’t help but smile in their faces, all the while humming a tune he had, had stuck in his head all day. He blinked and shook his head after he noticed that apparently one of them was talking to him, and from the way he was shaking and moving, he was probably threatening Kamiya.
“Tsk, tsk...” He shook his finger at them slowly, as he gathered all of his reiatsu to him. Luckily, his opponents were regular people, but apparently most of them were able to feel reiatsu; since they fell to their knees in apparent fatigue. “You should know not to attack a shinigami, I mean, come on...” he shrugged his shoulders at them as he paced in a small circle, “you realise that if you could somehow manage to take me down, that you would incur the wrath of the Gotei Thirteen.”
Most them just started laughing right away, the others followed suit shortly after. The ones that could feel his energy had finally passed out. Kamiya jumped up over the crowd, and tumbled to his feet behind them.
“Well then, it’s been fun. If y’all are out’a here before I return, I might just forget this ever happened.” Smiling the whole time, Kamiya strutted away as comfortable as ever. He heard a few complaints and a few snide remarks aimed at him, but apparently they realized they had bitten off a little more than they could chew. The crowd scattered, heading a general direction of away from this district.
He figured that they thought people around here were probably more of a pushover, meaning easy pickings. More or less that would usually be correct, but it was his and a few other shinigami’s turns to make rounds through this district.
~You know, you don’t always have to be such a show off~
The voice in his head heavily enunciated the word “always”, as it was rather used to his gimmicks and Kamiya’s strange sense of humor.
“Why not, it’s always so fun to see their faces as I laugh at the danger they supposedly put me in.” Kamiya spoke to himself as if he were talking to someone right beside him. Despite his appearing to be mentally unstable, he was actually talking to Youko, his zanpakutou. Youko, despite his complaint, had just as much fun screwing with people as Kamiya did. The two of them acted quite a lot alike, and Kamiya’s fox like face fit him extremely well, since his zanpakutou’s spirit was a white fox, about the size of a full grown bear.
Kamiya went back to humming as he continued his rounds through the village, all the while cursing himself for having picked a short straw, granting him the wonderful privilege of graveyard duty; as if aimlessly wandering around a village wasn’t already boring enough.
~So, when you gonna find someone really fun to mess with huh? This boring village and its humdrum occupants are well... Boring...~
After being reminded of the Fox’s boredum for the umptinth time still gave him a little humor. After all, he liked messing with the fox almost as much as he did other people. Luckily Youko had a better sense of humor than the people he was usually stuck with, so he took it in stride.
Light was just starting to creep over the horizon as he made his way towards their meeting spot, where he could wake up the others so they could begin their turn. On his way he grabbed a pail of water, about fifty feet of rope, and a bucket of sand. All the while, he walked on with a huge grin on his face.
[WC:1096]
Contact Info: Deathscrwd
Age: 142 (Living:12, Dead:130)
Physical Stature: Kamiya Haijo stands at about six feet four inches tall. He has almost black looking, dark brown eyes and neck length white hair. He has a very wiry build to fit his rambunctious attitude. He wears the basic shihakushou with the sleeves cropped off just past his elbows, and the bottom of his pants are kept wrapped up, to his ankles. Kamiya has high set cheekbones, a squared jaw and a kind smile that never fades. His eyes are slanted a little more than usual, giving Haijo’s face a fox like appearance.
Persona: Haijo is all laughs and smiles, and he is always the person to never take a serious situation seriously. He laughs in the face of danger just as cheerfully as he does at a comedy act; which tends to get on his enemies nerves more often than not. Haijo is very springy and anxious, and quick to jump at a sudden noise making him seem suspiciously nervous.
Biography: Haijo was an orphan for as long as he could remember while he was alive, but the boy was good at it. He stole food to feed himself, and knew exactly where to escape if he was seen. This worked for a few years, until Kamiya was finally caught, and flogged for his theft. Sadly, the boy died from the flogging; the man beat him harder than he intended while in his fury.
Haijo awoke in Rukongai, District Fifty-seven. A district no better than where he lived before he died. After several years past by, the white haired boy grew up to be the self titled guardian for the District. Kamiya loved the people there, and they loved him. After realising he could control something people called reiatsu, applied to join the Shinigami Academy, and was rejected. He never was given a reason, but the man handing him his refusal always looked apologetic. Unknown to Kamiya Haijo, there was someone who made sure that he never passed the entrance exam. He applied year after year, until he was finally accepted from sheer perseverance, and because he came to know everyone in the recruitment office by name.
Division/Seat: 3rd division, unseated.
Zanpakutou: Kamiya’s zanpakutou from pommel to blade tip is exactly four feet long. The zanpakutou has no tsuba, and the blade is exactly as wide as the handle, making it perfectly balanced. The handle is ash wood wrapped with stark white, which matches the blade; The unsharpened half of the blade is black, while the sharpened half is an almost whitish silver. Down the length of the blade are runes; on the black half the runes are white, and on the white half they are black. The sheath of the zanpakutou is pure white, with black flower petal designs flowing down.
Feat Slot(s): 1
Stats__
Reiatsu: 100 (4543)
Zanjutsu: 0 (0)
Hakuda: 50 (2543)
Hohou: 25 (1000)
Kidou: 25 (1000)
__Sample Chapter__
[WC:1096]
Despite the many torches and sconces that littered the roadsides throughout and outside the village, a heavy mist covered the entire district making it hard to see. A few people could be heard off in the distance at a local bar that was known for being open at all hours of the day, and it was frequented by many of the shinigami that stayed around the area. Most of the locals tried their best to stay away, because they feared the shinigami, despite the fact that they help the people out.
Kamiya understood how they felt though, since despite his being over two hundred years old, a majority of that time was spent as a common spirit in the outer districts of Rukongai. The people here didn’t know or and even understand how easy they had it this far in, so close to Sereitei. Bandits and thugs didn’t really exist around this area. The one thing they did have more of around here was food, since so many more people got hungry this far in, being that they were constantly around shinigami.
The white haired man could remember not being hungry, and wished that things were still that easy; and with a grumble, his stomach reminded him of his greatest weakness, hunger. With a complaining moan he made his way towards the noise, knowing that the bar was the only place open this late that would have any food. Inside, many of his fellow shinigami crowded tables, as well as more citizens than usual.
'Maybe they’re finally warming up to us. About time, it’s not like we haven’t been here for the last few months or anything...'
With his trademark smile he waded up to the counter and ordered a set of rice balls; not the most flavorful thing in the world, but great for an empty stomach. He hadn't really liked rice balls as he grew up, but that was mainly because of how often he had to eat them. So now he only had them when he had to. He listened in on a few of the conversations around the bar, but nothing really important was ever mentioned so he let himself relax.
He hadn’t noticed that none of the citizens ever talked, he hadn’t noticed how shaken the bartender looked, he didn’t even notice that the “shinigami” in the bar wore regular katana instead of their trademark zanpakutou; but, he definitely noticed the sounds of swords unsheathing all around the bar. Quicker than any of them could comprehend, he made an instant step outside of the bar, and out of harms way. A crowd of thug-like men, who obviously didn’t belong this close to sereitei, charged out of the bar angrily. Apparently they didn’t know that shinigami could flash step. They made a semi circle around Kamiya, with his back against the wall of the building across the street.
He couldn’t help but smile in their faces, all the while humming a tune he had, had stuck in his head all day. He blinked and shook his head after he noticed that apparently one of them was talking to him, and from the way he was shaking and moving, he was probably threatening Kamiya.
“Tsk, tsk...” He shook his finger at them slowly, as he gathered all of his reiatsu to him. Luckily, his opponents were regular people, but apparently most of them were able to feel reiatsu; since they fell to their knees in apparent fatigue. “You should know not to attack a shinigami, I mean, come on...” he shrugged his shoulders at them as he paced in a small circle, “you realise that if you could somehow manage to take me down, that you would incur the wrath of the Gotei Thirteen.”
Most them just started laughing right away, the others followed suit shortly after. The ones that could feel his energy had finally passed out. Kamiya jumped up over the crowd, and tumbled to his feet behind them.
“Well then, it’s been fun. If y’all are out’a here before I return, I might just forget this ever happened.” Smiling the whole time, Kamiya strutted away as comfortable as ever. He heard a few complaints and a few snide remarks aimed at him, but apparently they realized they had bitten off a little more than they could chew. The crowd scattered, heading a general direction of away from this district.
He figured that they thought people around here were probably more of a pushover, meaning easy pickings. More or less that would usually be correct, but it was his and a few other shinigami’s turns to make rounds through this district.
~You know, you don’t always have to be such a show off~
The voice in his head heavily enunciated the word “always”, as it was rather used to his gimmicks and Kamiya’s strange sense of humor.
“Why not, it’s always so fun to see their faces as I laugh at the danger they supposedly put me in.” Kamiya spoke to himself as if he were talking to someone right beside him. Despite his appearing to be mentally unstable, he was actually talking to Youko, his zanpakutou. Youko, despite his complaint, had just as much fun screwing with people as Kamiya did. The two of them acted quite a lot alike, and Kamiya’s fox like face fit him extremely well, since his zanpakutou’s spirit was a white fox, about the size of a full grown bear.
Kamiya went back to humming as he continued his rounds through the village, all the while cursing himself for having picked a short straw, granting him the wonderful privilege of graveyard duty; as if aimlessly wandering around a village wasn’t already boring enough.
~So, when you gonna find someone really fun to mess with huh? This boring village and its humdrum occupants are well... Boring...~
After being reminded of the Fox’s boredum for the umptinth time still gave him a little humor. After all, he liked messing with the fox almost as much as he did other people. Luckily Youko had a better sense of humor than the people he was usually stuck with, so he took it in stride.
Light was just starting to creep over the horizon as he made his way towards their meeting spot, where he could wake up the others so they could begin their turn. On his way he grabbed a pail of water, about fifty feet of rope, and a bucket of sand. All the while, he walked on with a huge grin on his face.
[WC:1096]
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