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Name: Kazuta Takahashi (First, Last)
Age: 104 (Appears to be between 20 and 30 years of age.) (Died at 25, lived in Rukongai for 62 years, went to the Academy for 6 years. Remainder of time spent as a member of the Gotei Thirteen.)
Persona: Kazuta is a very friendly person who tries to see the best in people. However, his trust is not easy to earned, and those he trusts he trusts with his life.
Kazuta also has what one might call a hidden temper. He is able to stay calm through situations that would raise the ire of some of the most emotionally detached people. However, when he becomes enraged, everyone will know it. When this happens he becomes single-minded. During this situation his only goal is the defeat of whoever shattered his calm.
He has a relatively high intelligence compared to some, which gives him an edge in battle. He treats each fight as both an important learning experience and like a game of chess. He is able to react to his opponent’s actions while still thinking ahead.
Kazuta also has a very strict moral code that he follows. Even when enraged, he is unable to raise his blade against a friend or a woman. This makes him vulnerable to betrayal, however it is for this reason that he is hesitant to trust people.
Kazuta took the death of Captain Saiyoisen rather hard. His thoughts and emotions began spinning out of control. One moment he would feel as if he should have done more to save the man's life, the next he would feel as it he was too inadequate to because he has neither been strong enough nor inspiring enough for the Thirteenth to deactivate the generator and save the captain in one go. For a short time this lead Kazuta to be borderline insane, and warping the ideas of Captain Saiyoisen into an almost zealot like state.
Upon awaking and finding himself in a weakened state, Kazuta has gained a somewhat shorter fuse. While he will attempt to maintain his calm, it is much easier for him to fly into a fit of anger, often because he knows it is his own fault he has fallen from where he was.
Physical Appearance: (Stat-like Form)
Height: 5' 10"
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Rather unkempt, he's going for the "I just woke up" look.
Identifying Characteristics: There is a scar over his left eye. A remnant of a fight he got into as a child.
Other Characteristics: Kazuta is somewhat slender. He appears as though he would be easy to take down but his skill with a sword makes up for his appearance.
Physical Appearance: (Paragraph Form)
Kazuta Takahashi is a somewhat slender man with a height of approximately five foot ten. He wears his dark black hair in a very unkempt manner, as if to say "I'm awake, now what?" His eyes are like oceans of deep blue and seem to promote a calm feeling in those who gaze into them. Over his left eye is a very noticeable scar. He is unsure of how he obtained this memento of battle as he was alive at the time, and like most Shinigami, holds no memories of life. Though his outward appearance may suggest that he is weak, it is folly to assume that he can't hold his own in battle.
Biography: Like the vast majority of Shinigami, Kazuta Takahashi has no memories of his life before he died. His earliest memories, thus, are of living in Rukongai. He was fairly well liked and respected by the people around him. He lived a great life in Rukongai, and would have enjoyed it if it had stayed as it was. However, Kazuta always strove to better himself. It was his goal to become as strong as he could. Never did he have have the delusion that he could become the strongest man in the world, he knew that there is always someone stronger.
Soon he found that he could use spiritual energy, so of course he applied to the Academy. He felt that becoming a Shinigami would help him get stronger. After six years at the Academy he graduated with a better understanding of how the Shinigami worked. Now he knew that this was the path he must take.
Before he joined the Gotei Thirteen he entered the woods outside of Rukongai for training. It is here that he met the man that has become like a mentor to him, Hitoshi. Hitoshi saved is life and gave him advice on which Division to join.
Over time Kazuta earned his way up the ranks of the Thirteenth Division and earned the respect and friendship of many other members. When the time came that Third Seat Kazuta Takahashi was to be put in command he fulfilled his duty to the best of his abilities. The assault on the Sin Qua Non generator managed to be successful, if costly. After the victory however, Kazuta noticed that Captain Saiyoisen’s reiatsu was absent. The man who had left him in charge of the assult had died, leaving the Thirteenth with no Captain and no Vice-Captain.
Kazuta had a statue of the former Captain erected on the grounds of the Thirteenth and laid the Captain’s shattered Zanpakutou to rest beneath the visage of the man who had wielded it. After this Kazuta slipped off to train in the woods again as his journey had begun years ago.
Zanpakutou: Kazuta's Zanpakutou has the appearance of an ordinary katana with an overall length of 38.5". The cross guard is gold in color and elliptical in shape. The hilt its made of a black polished wood with gold colored cloth cross layered down it for better grip. The scabbard is made of the same polished black wood as the hilt and is strapped to Kazuta's back.
Kazuta rose through the ranks of the Thirteenth Division fairly quickly, forming friendships and rivalries along the way. One such rivalry was with the now Captain of the Seventh Ishin Katsuji after sharing the Sixteenth Seat with him. When the Thirteenth's Vice Captain Orpheus Rayne was promoted to Captain of the Eighth and Ishin left the Thirteenth to be the new Vice Captain of the Eighth Kazuta took on exta work in the Thirteenth. Though having never attained the rank of Vice Captain he had the responsibility and, at least in the Thirteenth, the respect of the rank. Everything seemed to be going well. Until the war with the Sine Qua Non.
The Thirteenth took many casualties during the assault on the generator. Partly due to an over zealous subordinate charging in without waiting for the healers form the Fourth and partly due to the strength of the enemy. Even Captain Saiyoisen was no match for his enemy, leaving Kazuta in charge of the Thirteenth with his death in battle. Even this did not last long however, oders came for the Thirteenth to disband with a lack of a member of Captain level strength.
Stats:
Reiatsu: 100
Zanjutsu: 50
Hakuda: 10
Hohou: 30
Kidou: 10
Sample Chapter: Kazuta’s Return
Words: 1136
“Tenbatsu!” called a familiar, yet unknown voice.
The ghostly, golden blade made contact with Kazuta’s body. The cut was shallow, barely a scratch, but the pain was like nothing the Shinigami had felt before. Excruciating would be an understatement. Something in the back of his mind told him this was the pain he had caused other beings in his life. Hollows, Shinigami, anyone who had felt the bite of his sword before. But it was more that. For a fleeting moment,. he knew that word. He knew he had used it before to show people the pain they have caused. And then the world slowly started to fade.
The older man continued to talk but the swordsman could only make out a few words here and there. Understand and judgment were the most clear; as if they were meant to be heard over the searing agony he was feeling.
“I am done here,” the golden clad man stated, “until you know where your faul...”
The voice trailed off as the world around the former Third Seat of the Thirteenth Division faded to a horrifyingly excruciating black. Kazuta knew he wasn’t conscious, but still the pain persisted. Images floated threw his mind. And old man in a golden Shinigami uniform. A blade that he could have sworn he knew, it’s golden blade reflecting the light of the sun. A name was just out of reach of his memory. He knew the man, the sword. They were one. They were a part of him, at one time. It seemed so long ago now.
“Ungh,” Kazuta groaned, grabbing at his wound as he slowly began to stir. “How long was I out?”
The only answer that came was the wind through the trees and the squeak of the hinge on the old shack’s door, as it swung ajar. For a moment, the groggy death god felt like a new graduate again, expecting to see the mysterious old shinigami with no reiatsu to come out of the humble dwelling. No one came.
Off to the side, where he dropped it, was his Zanpakutou. Laying on the ground, it’s blade chipped slightly from the recent fight. As he stood up to fetch the sword, he realized his exhaustion. He felt weak, tired, hungry, but most disturbing of all was the intense sensation of failure. As if he had lost all he had because of a mistake he made, despite knowing it was wrong.
“Well, at least I still have...,” Kazuta began as he picked up the sword, and drew a blank as to what it was called. “... you. I guess I hit my head harder than I thought.”
The rest of Kazuta’s day went by in a fog. One image kept running through his mind, a golden uniformed old man swinging and equally golden blade. He knew he should recognize the individual, and the sword, but he just couldn’t place it. The more he tried the remember specific features he more the image faded and was replaced with blinding pain. Not physical pain, but the pain one feels when a respected friend turns his back in disappointment.
He found himself kneeling at the statue of his former captain on the grounds of the Thirteenth. He didn’t remember his journey back to Seireitei. Everything was still a haze, as if he wasn’t the one performing his action. He was just a spectator. The exhaustion he felt earlier was still with him and he found himself falling asleep.
“Excuse me,” came a gruff voice, “does this look like your bed, son?”
It was dark out now as the owner of the voice shook Kazuta back to consciousness. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep. Hours, days; it seemed all the same to him. He rubbed his eyes as he looked up at the man.
“Is that any way to address the Third Seat?” he asked, pulling himself to his feet.
“Third Seat of what?” the gruff voice asked, “Come out of your dream kid, and stop sleeping on that old captain. Don’t they teach respect at the academy anymore?”
“I-” Kazuta began, but was cut off as his legs began to give out beneath him. He still felt weak and tired, more like an old man that should be sitting around talking of the old days than someone who should be wearing the uniform of the Gotei Thirteen. “I need to see a medic, something is wrong.”
“Ha, something other than a recruit disrespecting the dead?” the ever grumpier other man said, helping Kazuta gain his balance. “Still, you are looking rather pale now aren’t you? Just getting back from taking care of your first Hollow? It’s enough to shake any fresh blood. Come on.”
Kazuta started to reply but felt himself starting to get lightheaded and dizzy. Words would not come, so he just nodded and let the stranger help him along. As the two made their way in silence through the Thirteenth he couldn’t help but notice he didn’t recognize anyone that passed by. He began to wonder if perhaps he had been in the woods longer than he thought. It couldn’t have been more than a week. Yet everything was so different. Even the grounds themselves seemed to hold something strange that wasn’t there before.
“Got a pretty drained newbie here for ya,” the irritated man said, as he helped Kazuta sit in a chair. “Thinks he’s the Third Seat. Found him sleeping next to the statue of Captain Saiyowhatsits. No respect for the dead it seems.”
“Thank you,” came a male voice from behind the desk. “I will take it from here.”
The young man behind the desk looked somewhat familiar to the former Third Seat. He could have sworn he had been one of the members of the Fourth sent with them to the generator. He was a blonde haired, blue-eyed medic who seemed to take much care with his physical appearance.
“Name, rank, and division,” the healer stated, not looking up from his paperwork.
“Kazuta Takahashi, Third Seat, Division Thirteen,” Kazuta replied.
“You really don’t have respect for the dead, do you?,” the blonde man said, still not looking at his patient. “I served with Takahashi, years and years ago. Now I will ask again. Name, rank, and division.”
“Kazuta... Takahashi...” the weakened Kazuta said, forcing himself to his feet and over to the desk. “Third Seat... Thirteenth Division.”
As he finished, he slammed his hand down on the doctor’s desk. The young man finished signing Lucas Monroe on the paper he was working on and looked up at his angry patient. There was a flash of recognition on his face, right before it paled. As the medic fainted, Kazuta couldn’t help but think the young man looked like he had seen a ghost.
Name: Kazuta Takahashi (First, Last)
Age: 104 (Appears to be between 20 and 30 years of age.) (Died at 25, lived in Rukongai for 62 years, went to the Academy for 6 years. Remainder of time spent as a member of the Gotei Thirteen.)
Persona: Kazuta is a very friendly person who tries to see the best in people. However, his trust is not easy to earned, and those he trusts he trusts with his life.
Kazuta also has what one might call a hidden temper. He is able to stay calm through situations that would raise the ire of some of the most emotionally detached people. However, when he becomes enraged, everyone will know it. When this happens he becomes single-minded. During this situation his only goal is the defeat of whoever shattered his calm.
He has a relatively high intelligence compared to some, which gives him an edge in battle. He treats each fight as both an important learning experience and like a game of chess. He is able to react to his opponent’s actions while still thinking ahead.
Kazuta also has a very strict moral code that he follows. Even when enraged, he is unable to raise his blade against a friend or a woman. This makes him vulnerable to betrayal, however it is for this reason that he is hesitant to trust people.
Kazuta took the death of Captain Saiyoisen rather hard. His thoughts and emotions began spinning out of control. One moment he would feel as if he should have done more to save the man's life, the next he would feel as it he was too inadequate to because he has neither been strong enough nor inspiring enough for the Thirteenth to deactivate the generator and save the captain in one go. For a short time this lead Kazuta to be borderline insane, and warping the ideas of Captain Saiyoisen into an almost zealot like state.
Upon awaking and finding himself in a weakened state, Kazuta has gained a somewhat shorter fuse. While he will attempt to maintain his calm, it is much easier for him to fly into a fit of anger, often because he knows it is his own fault he has fallen from where he was.
Physical Appearance: (Stat-like Form)
Height: 5' 10"
Eye Color: Deep Blue
Hair Color: Black
Hair Style: Rather unkempt, he's going for the "I just woke up" look.
Identifying Characteristics: There is a scar over his left eye. A remnant of a fight he got into as a child.
Other Characteristics: Kazuta is somewhat slender. He appears as though he would be easy to take down but his skill with a sword makes up for his appearance.
Physical Appearance: (Paragraph Form)
Kazuta Takahashi is a somewhat slender man with a height of approximately five foot ten. He wears his dark black hair in a very unkempt manner, as if to say "I'm awake, now what?" His eyes are like oceans of deep blue and seem to promote a calm feeling in those who gaze into them. Over his left eye is a very noticeable scar. He is unsure of how he obtained this memento of battle as he was alive at the time, and like most Shinigami, holds no memories of life. Though his outward appearance may suggest that he is weak, it is folly to assume that he can't hold his own in battle.
Biography: Like the vast majority of Shinigami, Kazuta Takahashi has no memories of his life before he died. His earliest memories, thus, are of living in Rukongai. He was fairly well liked and respected by the people around him. He lived a great life in Rukongai, and would have enjoyed it if it had stayed as it was. However, Kazuta always strove to better himself. It was his goal to become as strong as he could. Never did he have have the delusion that he could become the strongest man in the world, he knew that there is always someone stronger.
Soon he found that he could use spiritual energy, so of course he applied to the Academy. He felt that becoming a Shinigami would help him get stronger. After six years at the Academy he graduated with a better understanding of how the Shinigami worked. Now he knew that this was the path he must take.
Before he joined the Gotei Thirteen he entered the woods outside of Rukongai for training. It is here that he met the man that has become like a mentor to him, Hitoshi. Hitoshi saved is life and gave him advice on which Division to join.
Over time Kazuta earned his way up the ranks of the Thirteenth Division and earned the respect and friendship of many other members. When the time came that Third Seat Kazuta Takahashi was to be put in command he fulfilled his duty to the best of his abilities. The assault on the Sin Qua Non generator managed to be successful, if costly. After the victory however, Kazuta noticed that Captain Saiyoisen’s reiatsu was absent. The man who had left him in charge of the assult had died, leaving the Thirteenth with no Captain and no Vice-Captain.
Kazuta had a statue of the former Captain erected on the grounds of the Thirteenth and laid the Captain’s shattered Zanpakutou to rest beneath the visage of the man who had wielded it. After this Kazuta slipped off to train in the woods again as his journey had begun years ago.
Zanpakutou: Kazuta's Zanpakutou has the appearance of an ordinary katana with an overall length of 38.5". The cross guard is gold in color and elliptical in shape. The hilt its made of a black polished wood with gold colored cloth cross layered down it for better grip. The scabbard is made of the same polished black wood as the hilt and is strapped to Kazuta's back.
Kazuta rose through the ranks of the Thirteenth Division fairly quickly, forming friendships and rivalries along the way. One such rivalry was with the now Captain of the Seventh Ishin Katsuji after sharing the Sixteenth Seat with him. When the Thirteenth's Vice Captain Orpheus Rayne was promoted to Captain of the Eighth and Ishin left the Thirteenth to be the new Vice Captain of the Eighth Kazuta took on exta work in the Thirteenth. Though having never attained the rank of Vice Captain he had the responsibility and, at least in the Thirteenth, the respect of the rank. Everything seemed to be going well. Until the war with the Sine Qua Non.
The Thirteenth took many casualties during the assault on the generator. Partly due to an over zealous subordinate charging in without waiting for the healers form the Fourth and partly due to the strength of the enemy. Even Captain Saiyoisen was no match for his enemy, leaving Kazuta in charge of the Thirteenth with his death in battle. Even this did not last long however, oders came for the Thirteenth to disband with a lack of a member of Captain level strength.
Stats:
”Former Stats on Kansuke Yamana”
Reiatsu: 100
Zanjutsu: 50
Hakuda: 10
Hohou: 30
Kidou: 10
Sample Chapter: Kazuta’s Return
Words: 1136
“Tenbatsu!” called a familiar, yet unknown voice.
The ghostly, golden blade made contact with Kazuta’s body. The cut was shallow, barely a scratch, but the pain was like nothing the Shinigami had felt before. Excruciating would be an understatement. Something in the back of his mind told him this was the pain he had caused other beings in his life. Hollows, Shinigami, anyone who had felt the bite of his sword before. But it was more that. For a fleeting moment,. he knew that word. He knew he had used it before to show people the pain they have caused. And then the world slowly started to fade.
The older man continued to talk but the swordsman could only make out a few words here and there. Understand and judgment were the most clear; as if they were meant to be heard over the searing agony he was feeling.
“I am done here,” the golden clad man stated, “until you know where your faul...”
The voice trailed off as the world around the former Third Seat of the Thirteenth Division faded to a horrifyingly excruciating black. Kazuta knew he wasn’t conscious, but still the pain persisted. Images floated threw his mind. And old man in a golden Shinigami uniform. A blade that he could have sworn he knew, it’s golden blade reflecting the light of the sun. A name was just out of reach of his memory. He knew the man, the sword. They were one. They were a part of him, at one time. It seemed so long ago now.
“Ungh,” Kazuta groaned, grabbing at his wound as he slowly began to stir. “How long was I out?”
The only answer that came was the wind through the trees and the squeak of the hinge on the old shack’s door, as it swung ajar. For a moment, the groggy death god felt like a new graduate again, expecting to see the mysterious old shinigami with no reiatsu to come out of the humble dwelling. No one came.
Off to the side, where he dropped it, was his Zanpakutou. Laying on the ground, it’s blade chipped slightly from the recent fight. As he stood up to fetch the sword, he realized his exhaustion. He felt weak, tired, hungry, but most disturbing of all was the intense sensation of failure. As if he had lost all he had because of a mistake he made, despite knowing it was wrong.
“Well, at least I still have...,” Kazuta began as he picked up the sword, and drew a blank as to what it was called. “... you. I guess I hit my head harder than I thought.”
The rest of Kazuta’s day went by in a fog. One image kept running through his mind, a golden uniformed old man swinging and equally golden blade. He knew he should recognize the individual, and the sword, but he just couldn’t place it. The more he tried the remember specific features he more the image faded and was replaced with blinding pain. Not physical pain, but the pain one feels when a respected friend turns his back in disappointment.
He found himself kneeling at the statue of his former captain on the grounds of the Thirteenth. He didn’t remember his journey back to Seireitei. Everything was still a haze, as if he wasn’t the one performing his action. He was just a spectator. The exhaustion he felt earlier was still with him and he found himself falling asleep.
“Excuse me,” came a gruff voice, “does this look like your bed, son?”
It was dark out now as the owner of the voice shook Kazuta back to consciousness. He didn’t know how long he had been asleep. Hours, days; it seemed all the same to him. He rubbed his eyes as he looked up at the man.
“Is that any way to address the Third Seat?” he asked, pulling himself to his feet.
“Third Seat of what?” the gruff voice asked, “Come out of your dream kid, and stop sleeping on that old captain. Don’t they teach respect at the academy anymore?”
“I-” Kazuta began, but was cut off as his legs began to give out beneath him. He still felt weak and tired, more like an old man that should be sitting around talking of the old days than someone who should be wearing the uniform of the Gotei Thirteen. “I need to see a medic, something is wrong.”
“Ha, something other than a recruit disrespecting the dead?” the ever grumpier other man said, helping Kazuta gain his balance. “Still, you are looking rather pale now aren’t you? Just getting back from taking care of your first Hollow? It’s enough to shake any fresh blood. Come on.”
Kazuta started to reply but felt himself starting to get lightheaded and dizzy. Words would not come, so he just nodded and let the stranger help him along. As the two made their way in silence through the Thirteenth he couldn’t help but notice he didn’t recognize anyone that passed by. He began to wonder if perhaps he had been in the woods longer than he thought. It couldn’t have been more than a week. Yet everything was so different. Even the grounds themselves seemed to hold something strange that wasn’t there before.
“Got a pretty drained newbie here for ya,” the irritated man said, as he helped Kazuta sit in a chair. “Thinks he’s the Third Seat. Found him sleeping next to the statue of Captain Saiyowhatsits. No respect for the dead it seems.”
“Thank you,” came a male voice from behind the desk. “I will take it from here.”
The young man behind the desk looked somewhat familiar to the former Third Seat. He could have sworn he had been one of the members of the Fourth sent with them to the generator. He was a blonde haired, blue-eyed medic who seemed to take much care with his physical appearance.
“Name, rank, and division,” the healer stated, not looking up from his paperwork.
“Kazuta Takahashi, Third Seat, Division Thirteen,” Kazuta replied.
“You really don’t have respect for the dead, do you?,” the blonde man said, still not looking at his patient. “I served with Takahashi, years and years ago. Now I will ask again. Name, rank, and division.”
“Kazuta... Takahashi...” the weakened Kazuta said, forcing himself to his feet and over to the desk. “Third Seat... Thirteenth Division.”
As he finished, he slammed his hand down on the doctor’s desk. The young man finished signing Lucas Monroe on the paper he was working on and looked up at his angry patient. There was a flash of recognition on his face, right before it paled. As the medic fainted, Kazuta couldn’t help but think the young man looked like he had seen a ghost.
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What he meant to say was, "Does this look like your bed, son?" 