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Otonashi Nagano
Age:
Appearance -- 27
In Rukongai -- 50
At Death - 25
Persona:Otonashi's mind is said to be a blessing and a curse to him. His wits and resolve were too quick to be matched by any he has ever met. He uses this gift to create many varied advantages to himself, ranging from the field of battle to the library, where he voraciously looks for ways to become the quintessence of wind.
Many people would be attracted and interested in his amazing abilities if it were not for his attitude. A life of abuse and misunderstanding has turned him into a cold, conceited menace. He sees even simple everyday conversation as a strategic battle and a chance to prove some type of superiority. Whether or not anyone has been able to stand his eerily calm, condescending voice and poignant satirical insults long enough to speak with him for more than an hour, has yet to be seen.
It has, however, been noted by many that if an event comes along where your interests for the moment are similar to his, he would not hesitate to grant his skills and knowledge to you in an effort to make them come into fulfillment in any way possible. There have even been some occurrences where he acts like a perfect gentlemen when the person he is conversing with holds the key to something he desires.
Physical Stature: The immediate thought of one who has just drawn his eyes upon Otonashi is that the defining factor of his appearance is that he has done everything in his power to hide his appearance.
Otonashi, a man who never gives information away easily, is a man perpetually buried in cloth. His over sized kimono desperately clings to his slender shoulders as the ragged bottom end runs continuously along the ground.
He grins manically as their eyes travel a short distance up his hunched posture to his head, revealing even fewer secrets at a glance. Covering the entirety of his head is a black tangelmoust turban, which only leaves his eyes visible, and just in case they were to give a secret into his future plans he tilts a thickly matted straw hat forward to bring a dark shade over the only exposed part of his face.
This was not to hide any scars or defects, for which he would most likely show with a foolish pride, but to hide a well tuned machine of a body, trained to produce the one effect he desired most.
If one has the patience to continue to watch him, one would note his dedication to the wind. Even the slightest of moves carry an unnatural fluidity, while his attacks seem to change direction forcefully with seemingly very little effort. When viewed by a person of equal or lesser strength than him, every action he takes teases them with the thought of him vanishing from sight, like a sadistic mirage gleefully floating towards them.
Division and Seat: 10th division, unseated
Zanpakutou:It is said that Otonashi's mind is sharper than any sword, and this comment is exemplified by his very own Zanpakutou.
All the basic elements of a katana exist within Otonashi's blade. But in what he describes as cruel irony, his blade stood out amongst the sea of shining iron and steel. His blade was a dark rust color, which seemed to reflect no light. If the embarrassment of a rusted blade wasn't enough, he quickly found that the cutting edge was also lacking, almost dulled to a blunt face. The hilt and sheath, also, though showing signs of a once ornate design, also are worn and rusted to the point of being unappealing to all that have glanced upon it. The only thing Otonashi had any liking to was the grip, that was composed of a smooth, wind blown wood that tapers to a dull point at the bottom.
In a final show for his apparent disdain for his Zanpakutou, Otonashi wears the blade in a manner that hides a majority of the weapon unless currently in use, hung low diagonally from right to left right inside of his uniform along his back, with only the hilt visible from a short distance.
Biography: Otonashi was an extremely gifted child. At a young age it was quite clear that he was a genius, dwarfing the average intelligence of the other children in his district, and all signs pointed to him having a long and eventful life.
But due to this, he was treated differently by most of the children. Either afraid to speak with him or jealous of his intelligence, most children resorted to picking on him, physically and mentally, all throughout his school years. He was constantly seen bickering and fighting with kids from all class groups, and eventually became a spiteful and conceited child. His loving and thoughtful parents tried to stem the tide of abuse he received by moving him from school to school, but by then, it was too late. Otonashi had given up, and spent most of his daily efforts curiously pushing at other children with sarcastic comments and insults, to see how far he could push them before they would break.
The constant abuse forged a calculating, arrogant mind, and a cold stone for a heart by the time he had reached his teens. It also taught him that if he was faster than the others, he was far less likely to sustain as many injuries. This epiphany, along with the free time he had to to an almost complete lack of a social life, lead to him quickly excelling in the art of movement, becoming captain of the track team at most of the schools he sojourned at.
Though he devoted most of his time in school to picking on others and running, he spent his nights delving through various scientific paraphernalia, quickly obtaining an obsession with the elements of the earth, and more importantly wind. He envied its ability to flow freely all over the globe, and its characteristic of being able to float whimsically one moment, and unleash a devastating force the next. He often times stayed after school to discuss these topics in depth with his teachers, lusting for a way to be it's power personified.
This continued until the day of his graduation. He had been chosen to speak at the ceremony after submitting the typical essay of looking forward to a bright and fulfilling future, and eagerly waited for the day where he would stand and be recognized for his achievements. But as the rain beat down heavily on the tents that housed the seating for the ceremony, Otonashi could only stare silently, wide eyed at the vast sea of empty seats of the student body that had boycotted the day due to him being named the principal speaker. A cold wind blew in and hit him in the face, chilling him to the bone..
Stats:
Nagano Otonashi - 10th division, unseated
Grade - 0
Reiatsu - 100
Zanjutsu - 20
Hakuda - 5
HouHou- 60
Kidou -- 15
Beniikazuchi (Crimson Thunder) -Hadou #2, 15 kidou
Senkou - Bougyoudo #1, 15 Kidou
Higashiyori (means, "Spring Wind") - Chiyudo #1, 5 Kidou
MSN: Chef_notchef@hotmail.com
Otonashi Nagano
Age:
Appearance -- 27
In Rukongai -- 50
At Death - 25
Persona:Otonashi's mind is said to be a blessing and a curse to him. His wits and resolve were too quick to be matched by any he has ever met. He uses this gift to create many varied advantages to himself, ranging from the field of battle to the library, where he voraciously looks for ways to become the quintessence of wind.
Many people would be attracted and interested in his amazing abilities if it were not for his attitude. A life of abuse and misunderstanding has turned him into a cold, conceited menace. He sees even simple everyday conversation as a strategic battle and a chance to prove some type of superiority. Whether or not anyone has been able to stand his eerily calm, condescending voice and poignant satirical insults long enough to speak with him for more than an hour, has yet to be seen.
It has, however, been noted by many that if an event comes along where your interests for the moment are similar to his, he would not hesitate to grant his skills and knowledge to you in an effort to make them come into fulfillment in any way possible. There have even been some occurrences where he acts like a perfect gentlemen when the person he is conversing with holds the key to something he desires.
Physical Stature: The immediate thought of one who has just drawn his eyes upon Otonashi is that the defining factor of his appearance is that he has done everything in his power to hide his appearance.
Otonashi, a man who never gives information away easily, is a man perpetually buried in cloth. His over sized kimono desperately clings to his slender shoulders as the ragged bottom end runs continuously along the ground.
He grins manically as their eyes travel a short distance up his hunched posture to his head, revealing even fewer secrets at a glance. Covering the entirety of his head is a black tangelmoust turban, which only leaves his eyes visible, and just in case they were to give a secret into his future plans he tilts a thickly matted straw hat forward to bring a dark shade over the only exposed part of his face.
This was not to hide any scars or defects, for which he would most likely show with a foolish pride, but to hide a well tuned machine of a body, trained to produce the one effect he desired most.
If one has the patience to continue to watch him, one would note his dedication to the wind. Even the slightest of moves carry an unnatural fluidity, while his attacks seem to change direction forcefully with seemingly very little effort. When viewed by a person of equal or lesser strength than him, every action he takes teases them with the thought of him vanishing from sight, like a sadistic mirage gleefully floating towards them.
Division and Seat: 10th division, unseated
Zanpakutou:It is said that Otonashi's mind is sharper than any sword, and this comment is exemplified by his very own Zanpakutou.
All the basic elements of a katana exist within Otonashi's blade. But in what he describes as cruel irony, his blade stood out amongst the sea of shining iron and steel. His blade was a dark rust color, which seemed to reflect no light. If the embarrassment of a rusted blade wasn't enough, he quickly found that the cutting edge was also lacking, almost dulled to a blunt face. The hilt and sheath, also, though showing signs of a once ornate design, also are worn and rusted to the point of being unappealing to all that have glanced upon it. The only thing Otonashi had any liking to was the grip, that was composed of a smooth, wind blown wood that tapers to a dull point at the bottom.
In a final show for his apparent disdain for his Zanpakutou, Otonashi wears the blade in a manner that hides a majority of the weapon unless currently in use, hung low diagonally from right to left right inside of his uniform along his back, with only the hilt visible from a short distance.
Biography: Otonashi was an extremely gifted child. At a young age it was quite clear that he was a genius, dwarfing the average intelligence of the other children in his district, and all signs pointed to him having a long and eventful life.
But due to this, he was treated differently by most of the children. Either afraid to speak with him or jealous of his intelligence, most children resorted to picking on him, physically and mentally, all throughout his school years. He was constantly seen bickering and fighting with kids from all class groups, and eventually became a spiteful and conceited child. His loving and thoughtful parents tried to stem the tide of abuse he received by moving him from school to school, but by then, it was too late. Otonashi had given up, and spent most of his daily efforts curiously pushing at other children with sarcastic comments and insults, to see how far he could push them before they would break.
The constant abuse forged a calculating, arrogant mind, and a cold stone for a heart by the time he had reached his teens. It also taught him that if he was faster than the others, he was far less likely to sustain as many injuries. This epiphany, along with the free time he had to to an almost complete lack of a social life, lead to him quickly excelling in the art of movement, becoming captain of the track team at most of the schools he sojourned at.
Though he devoted most of his time in school to picking on others and running, he spent his nights delving through various scientific paraphernalia, quickly obtaining an obsession with the elements of the earth, and more importantly wind. He envied its ability to flow freely all over the globe, and its characteristic of being able to float whimsically one moment, and unleash a devastating force the next. He often times stayed after school to discuss these topics in depth with his teachers, lusting for a way to be it's power personified.
This continued until the day of his graduation. He had been chosen to speak at the ceremony after submitting the typical essay of looking forward to a bright and fulfilling future, and eagerly waited for the day where he would stand and be recognized for his achievements. But as the rain beat down heavily on the tents that housed the seating for the ceremony, Otonashi could only stare silently, wide eyed at the vast sea of empty seats of the student body that had boycotted the day due to him being named the principal speaker. A cold wind blew in and hit him in the face, chilling him to the bone..
Stats:
Nagano Otonashi - 10th division, unseated
Grade - 0
Reiatsu - 100
Zanjutsu - 20
Hakuda - 5
HouHou- 60
Kidou -- 15
Beniikazuchi (Crimson Thunder) -Hadou #2, 15 kidou
Senkou - Bougyoudo #1, 15 Kidou
Higashiyori (means, "Spring Wind") - Chiyudo #1, 5 Kidou