Kohara Moriya [SHINIGAMI]
Oct 17, 2015 15:04:05 GMT -5
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Post by Sabitsura Moriya on Oct 17, 2015 15:04:05 GMT -5
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On The Surface ___
Name: Kahōmono Moriya
Age / Apparent Age: 50 / Appears 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual (He doesn't care about genders)
Height & Weight: 5’6 / 118 lbs
Hair & Eyes:
When untouched, his, free flowing grey hair that ended on his lower neck. Despite the strange colour, his hair still let out a shine of youth. His overgrown Grey hair reaches to the end of his neck, briefly touching his shoulder before tying it up his with hair bobble of matching colour with two small singular metal spheres that often glimmers under the sunlight. He also has two long, slightly curved bangs draped on the sides, covering part of his ears and his jawline. His hair is healthy and always seems to be giving off gentle shine, thanks to his careful and smart grooming.
His rare amber eyes: yellow- copper tone that seems to radiate his strange beauty, witnessing it is like watching the dusky, cloudless sunset. With his sharp eye features, he would often come across as feminine. Many would easily remember Moriya not for his beauty, but his serene eye features. His eye-brows were carefully trimmed and groomed to compliment with his sharp features.
Physical Description: What stuck out for him was not his choice of clothing, but how charming he looks. He took care of himself, making sure that his rosy-pale skin are not suffered from any sort of scar or scabs and still gives off a sort of radiant glow, either that down to having good diet and good self-preservation or possibly good genes (it worth a theory). He sports a beautiful amber eyes with sharp like eye features which often used make up to empower his feminine looks along with a dark rose like colour streak on the edge of his lower eyelids.
Standing at a meagre height of five foot six, (that's without the black Okobo that he loves wearing) and weighing at 118 pounds, Moriya always gives off an air of life. With a lithe, curvaceous form, he often choose attire that compliments his form. He considered his entire body as a temple, shying himself away from dangerous luxuries like chocolate, alcohol. His semi obsession for his own body even go far to record every measurement of his own diet in his own black notebook.
His selection of attire are vary, however there are no costume that he thinks it screams 'masculine' - simply to the fact that he does not like wearing them. He would love to have a wide wardrobe full of the finest, colourful Kimono, but due to lack of permanent residence (and huge sums of money) He resorted to having just one kimono, a light, plain green that he always wear incorrectly. His upper part is always seem to be loose, revealing more of his smooth bare chest. The lower part that often tend to part sooner than later, revealing his legs and if he's careless, (or just being a tease) he would reveal black, tight shorts.
His posture is dignified. Along with his careful grooming, it is easy to mistake Moriya as a member of a noble family but alas, he is a merchant! Keeping with his "body as a temple" mindset, he often practices his posturing, ranging from standing up, walking to even lying down to the point that he can make himself look seductive.
Spiritual Description: All eyes tend to double take whenever he enters the room. He would always try and make sure that he is there. He always have some sort of scent that always linger, most of the time he gives off the sweet, rose smell.
Whenever he's in a combat (which is rare), he'd often try his hardest to not to reveal too much of his reiastu, but when he feels that it is necessary. He would emit a yellow-gold reiastu that seems to just leak out like a gentle wave.
His dominant hand is left, but he uses his right hand, which often ends with having sloppy, weird handwriting.
Behind The Eyes ___
Personality:
Moriya is a strange man. Despite his androgynous form, his personality is masculine. He’s an outgoing, sociable person who is always seen in gambling den and tea house, always interacting with strangers and regulars alike. He believed that he exists purely to enjoy life and help others to enjoy. If someone was gloomy and looks as if they need a little help, he would be the first to sit beside them and listens. Or if a young child is being bullied. He’ll step in and teach them a lesson (verbally rather than using fists). Moriya goes out of his way to be everyone brother/uncle and in rare cases: father.
His outgoing and benevolent demeanour was also beneficial for his business. He is a firm favourite of ‘information is gold,’ He was ever so careful with his words and the aura around him can lure just almost anyone into igniting a friendly conversation with him.
It is rare that you would see him with frown or has a gloomy outlook etched on his face. He wanted to fill the room with laughter and joy, not on his behalf, but the people who has a mixed outlook in Rukongai’s life.
It’s even rarer to see him angry. He’s often wanted a time alone to save himself from losing face to the public, but it takes a lot to get him to really tick and when he does lose it. He’ll make sure that he will leave behind a lasting reminder not to mess with him and his business.
The people around him in his home district, 22nd Western Rukongai district. They are aware of him by name, but being a new resident of the district, they are wary of him and his kindness. He knew it was understandable, and getting everyone to relax around him requires more time and effort, which he is determined to do.
Combat Personality:
He rarely fights, not because he is not skilled - he understood the basic sword fight, but is that his heart is never into fighting. He would rather use diplomacy to quell the fight. Ever since he saw the world differently once he had gained the use of reiastu, he began to self-taught and focus on using himself as a sensory and to mask his reiastu. The reason for this is numerous of reasons. To hide himself from the hollow, to improve on his stealth in case he wanted to embark on a daily Night crawl. That’s travelling into areas that are restricted to the public for information gathering or to meet up with someone who he had wooed earlier.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes:
Gold – “Anything of value talks: Treasure, books, but nothing in Rukongai will make them believe in you but gold! It’s truly a universal deity.”
Dogs – “I am fond of dogs. Feed them, love them and they will follow you to hell and back.”
Dancing – “I don’t know, something about it just calm me down, the gentle movement, the flick of wrist, their facial expression. A good dancer can be inspiring, but a great dancer will move you”.
Old people – “Their experience and wisdom are nothing to scoff at; they seek comfort by being acknowledged.”
Singing – “I sing all the time! It helps pass the time when you’re travelling!”
Vagrants – “My most important Employees. Without them, my business cannot grow, but they deserve more. I wish to help, but they must help themselves in return.”
Dislikes:
Shinigamis – “Wools over their eyes. They upset the resident of Rukongai and hide in their ‘castle in the sky,’ there’s little need to bow to them”.
Theft – “A path of anarchy. If theft exists, society had failed as whole.”
Bossy people – “I dislike people who demand to take control.”
People who under cut prices - “Just as bad as stealing, upsetting the market for their quick fix for gold.”
Social Withdrawal - “We were given a gift of living, why must you sulk and hide your beauty - A flower cannot just live with just soil and water.”
Violence – “Come now, we can settle this. Let’s compromise?”
Positive Qualities:
Charismatic: His charming feature was just a bonus. It was his personality and a brilliant conversationalist that makes him shine. He knows which words to puck and how to brighten one spirits. He was also capable of calming feud or argument with his helpful advice and compromise.
Benevolent: Originally a ruse rather than positive qualities. He knew that the best way to get someone on your side is you rub their back without asking for anything in return. After a while, Moriya discovered that being Benevolent provides so much more as benefit – not to mention that he felt good doing so.
Open-minded: He rarely ever judge people. He believed that everyone had a story to tell and should never be dismissed. He’s also a believer of everyone having a talent to show (and to potentially exploit in the future). He hates being a bully and worse, discriminate people for who they are.
Negative Qualities:
Greedy: As he grew, he was always hungry. The excessive desire of having riches far behind his dreams, added to the fuel was his dream of becoming a noble. If he unable to do so, he’ll make sure that he will rule Rukongai. At times Greed is what often shows off his negative side. He may give away money, but it is all part of his long term ‘plan’.
Careless (outburst):
When pushed or pressured, he has the tendency to snap at someone and when he snaps, the venom that he delivers is incredibly potent, possible to ruin relationship if left unchecked. Although he is young in spirit and experience and this particular quality may fade away in time, but it is potentially destructive quality to have.
Inexperienced: He could've been a material Shinigami, but with his lack of training and no experienced Shinigami to help him, it become difficult for him to learn new techniques to help him grow and expand his new found strength.
In the Future ___
*To avoid confusion, Moriya have not yet contacted his spirit, nor he has the ability to use his shikai.
Zanpakutō Spirit and Inner World: 太猫売人 Fat Cat Merchant (Taibyoubaiin) is - well, nothing like her namesake; A 5'10 tall, slender, busty humanoid woman, lounging around on a fine, silken Méridienne - a type of Chaise Longue. Her sultry, and careless posture and lazy, sloppy worn light green Kimono with two colourful cranes coiling around each other throughout her long uniform. Due to her lounging posture and her sloppy worn attire, it reveals rather a lot of olive skin of hers as well as showing a lot of her well-endowed breasts.
Her long, black wild mane that seems to reach down to the back of her long furry tail with long right swept fringe to conceal her eyes. Her long wide feline ears on the edge of the top of her head.
There's one thing that Fat Cat Merchant is known for is making Moriya extremely uncomfortable. She's perverted and cruel, always teasing Moriya with her own body and her husky, come-hither voice. Her words were littered with half advice/half common sense with flirt added in along with teasing, which at times, makes it difficult for Moriya to pay attention to her. To sums it up: there's no one in this world that can truly make him feel more uncomfortable, to be at unease even than Fat Cat Merchant.
Bling bling bling. She loves gold, diamond, all the finest jewellery and the most important of them all, Platinum. She also accepts rare artifacts but she easily gets bored with them. She doesn't care how or where - hell, she'd probably resort to genocide if it means getting to a tiny speck of gold dust. She doesn't care about the value of human life - well, except Moriya, but that's a whole another story. However, one in a blue moon: she would congratulate him or give him a positive cheer, but even that he doesn't accept it, as it may be coated with some of her dirty condition like a back rub or a foot rub.
Another tidbit: she also have are two faceless burly dummy of tall stature - eye candy as she calls them with the strange perk to change or alter their face and size. She'd often alter them to look just like Moriya to further fuel her depraved behaviour.
The Inner world: The inner world seems to have commandeered by Fat Cat. The area is a large snowy traditional Japanese castle; or rather a fortress as Fat Cat would like to say. Although it is rare to go outside, but the view was beautiful. Almost like frozen in time, the sunset gives off the radiant light, blanketing over the cold, icy hills before reaching and past the castle.
Inside, however, is another story. The place is Scrooge Mcduck's wet dream. The area is littered with rare artifacts’, the finest cut jewellery and a fountain that always seem to have a nonstop flow of melted gold, (although it's not advisable to dip your hands in the fountain). Fat Cat Merchant is situated at the far end of the top floor of the castle, with her trusty silken Méridienne and flanked with her 'human like dolls' for her "perverted" deprived acts.
Zanpakutō: The Zanpakuto is mostly concealed in a yellow silken swordbag, hidden from plain view. It's rare that he reveals it, but the concealed sword is always close to him.
The sword itself is a heavily engraved taichi, even the 'pommel' was designed to look like a cat paw. The grip is slightly curved and the hand guard is a four petal like with a black string coiling around on the northern petal side, keeping two gold coins tightly against the hand guard.
Release Phrase: Collect, Fat Cat Merchant.
Shikai Zanpakutō appearance: The sword takes a strange appearance of a plan and simple wooden handle and sheath, no detail or finish. A shirasaya like weapon both designed to be completely innocuous and plain annoying for Moriya to wield as it does not have a guard to protect him from cutting himself. However, the real content is the blade, just drawing it reveal a glistening, metallic blade of the highest quality.
Zanpakutō Power: Fat cat Core power is based on Midas touch except you must cut the target, the deeper the cut, the increased radius it has on one’s flesh. After a while, the gold flesh would began to break apart, reducing into a pool of gold coins, leaving behind a radius sized (depending on how deep the cut is) gaping wound, the edge of the wound is coated in gold, potentially hindering one’s ability to regenerate. The coins are small and perfectly round with a square hole in the middle.
However, Fat Cat is rather stingy in the basic principles in using the power. The 'cut' must be executed flawlessly, and every attack must be done from drawing the blade, slashing before sheathing in no more than three motion, (drawing, slashing and sheathing) and the blade itself must not be exposed for more than ten seconds. If either of those principles were broken, the gold encasing around the wound will dissipates into a speck of gold-dust, causing no further wounds to the target.
due to this restriction. Moriya is forced to resort into using Iai-do style swordfighting, much to his annoyance. Of course, this is the future and Moriya has no knowledge of his powers . . . apart from Fat Cat Merchant creeping him out.
Legacy Created ___
Snapshots: 1965: born and died
1965: was saved and purified
1965: Bumped into an unnamed elderly merchant
2015: Old man (Unnamed elderly merchant) had died and gifted with his name...and everything that was once owned by him.
Now: He plans on opening up shop and “networking”
History:
Sunlight calling, I’ll be your friend…
Moriya, or rather the new born child was brought into the life – in 1966 where the threats of absolute destruction hangs over the world, like a trail of powder burning, inching ever so closer towards the powder keg. Although he has no recollection of his before death, nor remembers his parents or even feels their embrace – nor does he know where he was born, he would've liked to know where and what his parents looks like, but alas, that memory will forever be lost - a fleeting dream.
Born in Abashiri, a northern city in Hokkaido, Japan on 29th of August 1966; his arrival brought joy to the young family, but what the family didn’t know was that the new born child had a weak heart. When the doctor could even begin diagnosing, the infant heart gave away, the soft repeating patter slowly and faintly recedes to a permanent halt. The young nurses and the doctors tried everything they could, but the heart could not be revived.
The infant was left alone in a cot. The young family were at distraught, they had decided that they do not wish to see their child and left the hospital in distraught. But no matter how hard they try to hear, the infant is crying, alone in a cold, dull room.
We’re all dancing, until the end...
Four days, and three nights, the baby cried. The decibels slowly increased as it becomes so desperately wanted for attention. The poor helpless infant, so desperately needed comfort. Alone in the cot, in an, cold, empty room; it’s easy to forget that Abashiri is in the coldest part of Japan. The pit of darkness slowly began to creep, engulfing parts of the room, inching ever so closer towards the cot. The dark, ill aboding, terror reduced the sunlight into a grim dusk.
“Easy picking. . .” The darkness rings out; the tone of its voice was deep and stratching, like a needle being rough on the vinyl. It had time to say more before the unspeakable conclusion, but something happened. A presence of a radiant being appeared besides the cot. Her single, soft spoken voice, powerful enough to stop the infant’s lamented and became vibrant – tears of comfort to giggle of joy. Her aura alone made the unnamed child sway its arms, kicks and grizzles.
“My my, what did I wander into?” Her speech was coy, sincere. She leans over to the cot with a doting mother-like smile. The darkness recedes, the danger fades. The child remains innocuous to the fact that it was on the verge of vanishing into the endless dusk. She unknown Shinigami, embraced the infant, keeping him close to her as she hushes. Her body gently sway, sending the worn out baby into a lull.
“You’re so cute. . . I hope you’ll have a good life on the other side,” The Female Shinigami briefly let out a weak smile, the edges of her lip gently quavers, bordering on a hint of sadness. She knew that traversing to another world to what deemed to be a celestial heaven is not as straight forward as the radiant Shinigami would like to. She gave the nameless infant a heart-warming smile before returning the infant back to the cot. With her sword drawn and the butt of the blade looms above the child, she made her heart-warming assurance with a smile,
“I’d like to see you some day. . .”
The process of Konso was short and swift. The child was reduced to a black butterfly, fluttering its way out of the mortal coil. Never straight, it began to make its carefree way towards ‘celestial heaven’.
When the sun sets, soon we’ll depart…
As an infant in Rukongai, his life is in someone else’s hand. However, this child is lucky as he graced the old travelling merchant with his presence. Karma he says; for all the stingy deal that he had made. The self-made scrooge hissed and grunted, realizing that he had another mouth to feed.
The old man had at times, tried to abandon the baby, but deep down in his mind, he couldn’t. The child reminds him of someone that he once knew, a life before his death. In the end, he took care of the child, but he refused to name him. Just as he refused to reveal his own name, besides, old man is a perfect fit.
The infant grew into a young boy, and believe it or not, he was a real treasure. His boyish charm and his gleaming smile and his carefully trained words, attracted the ladies and the old man sales suddenly spiked. They were raking in the gold; they are now able to afford good, lasting clothes and a good night sleep. The young boy wasn’t aware of where he’s going, but he knows that every town he had been and left was never the same. It was a few years later when he made a few questions:
“Old man, where are we going?”
It was a holiday and everyone was enjoying their celebration, the boy and the old man were sitting by the road, gazing at the dusky view. It was evening. The old man had aged, perhaps faster than the young boy, but his spirit was still strong as ever.
“To West District #22, I’d like to go there before I…” He stopped; he didn’t want to scare the boy. “It’s also a good place for you to start your market, I heard that there’s a good tea house which attract all sort of people."
“Old man… I have this strange sensation, like the pit of my stomach is quaking,”
The old responded with a humble laughter. He gave the young boy a gentle ruffle of his short, grey hair, “is that so? Your future will be interesting indeed.” He held him close, to hide his facial expression, a bitter regret.
“Long ago, when I was young, I wished to be a Shinigami. A strong, valiant warrior who dispatches the dark, evil hollow who eats on souls, pretty souls like you. I even, with all of my savings, brought an authentic Asauchi decade ago,” He delayed, only to add a light chuckle, “I still cling onto it, but then you came along and now I have only but one wish: District 22.”
The boy wasn’t aware of what he meant until later. Apparently, there was someone that he would like to meet before he passed over. It was decade later that the old man was no longer able to walk. The boy rested him against the large tree, gazing at the plain, beautiful view.
“Old man, we’re so close! Just a few more district and we’re there!” The boy grew to a beautiful, feminine looking adult. He knew that his spirit was slowly ebbing away. The old man slowly raises his hand up to coil around the young adult neck, dragging him closer till his forehead was touching against the young boy’s forehead.
“It is time . . . your name,” His breath was laboured, but adamant in finishing off what he had done, “you are young, and you need a name. Let me gift it to you…Moriya… that’s your family name,” He gasped, struggling to add an extra word, “Kahōmono Moriya. There, a fine name, don’t you think?” He let out a wheezy laugh, grinning.
Moriya didn't say anything, he just stare at the old man, the old man who gave him not only his life, but a name. He finally spoke, but he was long gone. He tried to shake the old man, wondering if he was asleep.
He didn't wake up. His story has ended, but before he could, he gifted the young orphan with a name, Kahōmono Moriya. He approached with his inherited merchant trolley, stocked full of wares and rare trinkets. He gazed inside the trolley for the first time, discovering the weapon that he had mentioned years ago. Instead of taking it out, he sealed it shut and began pulling the trolley. His mind was broken and in distraught. He looks over to the old man final resting place, but he was gone, all that was left was his fine clothes that he wore. Fighting back his tears, he began to push the trolley by the handle.
After a mile, he broke down, he was uncontrollable.
"He was so close; we were so close to District 22, why did you have to leave now!" He didn't receive an answer. He was alone on the road. He pauses for a moment; he slowly regained his composure, and began to push the trolley once more. He knew that the old man didn't want to carry on with the day with tears in his eyes and a woe is me hair.
It was a month later that he finally arrived in Western District 22 and he wastes no time to make it his home.
Roleplay Sample:
“So you are a Journalist?” Moriya rested his elbow on the table, letting his palm rest on his chin, his fingers crooked and branched out like spider legs, resting on his left cheek. He was coy, his eyes gives off the vision of mischievous seductive siren. With his other hand, he would began to push the piece of paper towards the nervous journalist, “You must written lots of article,”
The young journalist, almost at the same age as Moriya gulped. He was flustered; He was caught off guard by just how extrovert he is. He never met anyone who was flamboyant and open like Moriya, but he felt that Moriya acted more like a harlot than a man! Just as he opened his mouth, Moriya nipped it to the bud.
“Oh, did I come on a little too strong, mister journalist? Hold on, I will readjust myself we can conduct business,” He retreated from his ‘honestly-it’s-not-seductive’ posture, leaning against the spine of the chair, neatly righting his plain green kimono. They are in a tea house, or rather one of few tea houses in the district. His amber eyes glances around, scanning from any particular person that he’s seeking, but all who are there are the snooty sort of people who would often stuck their nose up at him for his weirdness. “So, what would you like me to add?”
“W-well, tell me about yourself,” He had managed to compose himself, from Moriya’s opening tease, he kept his eyes away , focusing only on a piece of A4 sized paper that was on the table, ready to taint it with ink.
“About myself, well, as you may already know, my name is Kahōmono Moriya. I am a new resident and merchant for wondrous emporium,” Although he is a business man, but he couldn’t help but tease the timid journalist. After all, it’s good to have a little fun in such a boring, dull tea house. “It seems like this place is not hers after all…” He pondered as he shifts his posture, lightly moving his bottom before leaning forward with a warm and relaxed grin, “so…how about you? You seem rather new at this job.”
The young journalist splutters, startled by his swift response. Just for a moment Moriya could hear his heart stops beating for a moment, further fueling it with a wide Cheshire grin, his upper eyelids slowly rolls down till half of his prized amber pupils are showing. The journalist tried his hardest to keep his eyes averted, focusing purely on the piece of paper. “I don’t think that’s relevant,”
“It’s not? Well, I suppose we could discuss more about me,” His mood suddenly dropped from excited to bored, it seems that the journalist is too timid and insecure of himself to be pounced on by an eccentric, young merchant.
“Well, let’s move on to another question: what makes you want to come here?”
“Destiny,” He looks at the averted journalist with his arms crossed, for a moment he wanted to just end it there, but just slowly or hasty depending on how you see it; he let out a wide grin, arching his body towards the table, looking at him with his doe eyed look on his face, letting out an exasperated sigh, “I am here because of you…”
The poor Journalist reaction was swift and morbid. He shot up from the chair, responding to rather open response, but he was too insecure to see it himself, “I must go now. I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid that we cannot conduct an interview while you’re being a-a-a,”
“A Harlot, that’s perfectly fine. You see, I didn’t ask for an interview, I wanted to know if you’d able to have a small article spot reserved for my market opening day. It would be a terrible business if I had an opening day and no one realizes it,” but it was too late. It was probably after saying harlot that the journalist was long gone. He let out a soft laugh, covering part of his mouth with his flat, feminine hand, using the bound fingers to cover a large portion of his laughter.
“I suppose I came a little too heavy.”
OOC ___
Player Alias: Cake
Desired Starting GP: No grading. Approval is all I wanted.
Were you referred by anyone?: Best friend google.
Other Characters: None
Goals & Achievements:
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[ LEGACY CREATED ]
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___ S H I N I G A M I ___
Rukongai Resident
On The Surface ___
Name: Kahōmono Moriya
Age / Apparent Age: 50 / Appears 18
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Pansexual (He doesn't care about genders)
Height & Weight: 5’6 / 118 lbs
Hair & Eyes:
When untouched, his, free flowing grey hair that ended on his lower neck. Despite the strange colour, his hair still let out a shine of youth. His overgrown Grey hair reaches to the end of his neck, briefly touching his shoulder before tying it up his with hair bobble of matching colour with two small singular metal spheres that often glimmers under the sunlight. He also has two long, slightly curved bangs draped on the sides, covering part of his ears and his jawline. His hair is healthy and always seems to be giving off gentle shine, thanks to his careful and smart grooming.
His rare amber eyes: yellow- copper tone that seems to radiate his strange beauty, witnessing it is like watching the dusky, cloudless sunset. With his sharp eye features, he would often come across as feminine. Many would easily remember Moriya not for his beauty, but his serene eye features. His eye-brows were carefully trimmed and groomed to compliment with his sharp features.
Physical Description: What stuck out for him was not his choice of clothing, but how charming he looks. He took care of himself, making sure that his rosy-pale skin are not suffered from any sort of scar or scabs and still gives off a sort of radiant glow, either that down to having good diet and good self-preservation or possibly good genes (it worth a theory). He sports a beautiful amber eyes with sharp like eye features which often used make up to empower his feminine looks along with a dark rose like colour streak on the edge of his lower eyelids.
Standing at a meagre height of five foot six, (that's without the black Okobo that he loves wearing) and weighing at 118 pounds, Moriya always gives off an air of life. With a lithe, curvaceous form, he often choose attire that compliments his form. He considered his entire body as a temple, shying himself away from dangerous luxuries like chocolate, alcohol. His semi obsession for his own body even go far to record every measurement of his own diet in his own black notebook.
His selection of attire are vary, however there are no costume that he thinks it screams 'masculine' - simply to the fact that he does not like wearing them. He would love to have a wide wardrobe full of the finest, colourful Kimono, but due to lack of permanent residence (and huge sums of money) He resorted to having just one kimono, a light, plain green that he always wear incorrectly. His upper part is always seem to be loose, revealing more of his smooth bare chest. The lower part that often tend to part sooner than later, revealing his legs and if he's careless, (or just being a tease) he would reveal black, tight shorts.
His posture is dignified. Along with his careful grooming, it is easy to mistake Moriya as a member of a noble family but alas, he is a merchant! Keeping with his "body as a temple" mindset, he often practices his posturing, ranging from standing up, walking to even lying down to the point that he can make himself look seductive.
Spiritual Description: All eyes tend to double take whenever he enters the room. He would always try and make sure that he is there. He always have some sort of scent that always linger, most of the time he gives off the sweet, rose smell.
Whenever he's in a combat (which is rare), he'd often try his hardest to not to reveal too much of his reiastu, but when he feels that it is necessary. He would emit a yellow-gold reiastu that seems to just leak out like a gentle wave.
His dominant hand is left, but he uses his right hand, which often ends with having sloppy, weird handwriting.
Behind The Eyes ___
Personality:
Moriya is a strange man. Despite his androgynous form, his personality is masculine. He’s an outgoing, sociable person who is always seen in gambling den and tea house, always interacting with strangers and regulars alike. He believed that he exists purely to enjoy life and help others to enjoy. If someone was gloomy and looks as if they need a little help, he would be the first to sit beside them and listens. Or if a young child is being bullied. He’ll step in and teach them a lesson (verbally rather than using fists). Moriya goes out of his way to be everyone brother/uncle and in rare cases: father.
His outgoing and benevolent demeanour was also beneficial for his business. He is a firm favourite of ‘information is gold,’ He was ever so careful with his words and the aura around him can lure just almost anyone into igniting a friendly conversation with him.
It is rare that you would see him with frown or has a gloomy outlook etched on his face. He wanted to fill the room with laughter and joy, not on his behalf, but the people who has a mixed outlook in Rukongai’s life.
It’s even rarer to see him angry. He’s often wanted a time alone to save himself from losing face to the public, but it takes a lot to get him to really tick and when he does lose it. He’ll make sure that he will leave behind a lasting reminder not to mess with him and his business.
The people around him in his home district, 22nd Western Rukongai district. They are aware of him by name, but being a new resident of the district, they are wary of him and his kindness. He knew it was understandable, and getting everyone to relax around him requires more time and effort, which he is determined to do.
Combat Personality:
He rarely fights, not because he is not skilled - he understood the basic sword fight, but is that his heart is never into fighting. He would rather use diplomacy to quell the fight. Ever since he saw the world differently once he had gained the use of reiastu, he began to self-taught and focus on using himself as a sensory and to mask his reiastu. The reason for this is numerous of reasons. To hide himself from the hollow, to improve on his stealth in case he wanted to embark on a daily Night crawl. That’s travelling into areas that are restricted to the public for information gathering or to meet up with someone who he had wooed earlier.
Likes/Dislikes
Likes:
Gold – “Anything of value talks: Treasure, books, but nothing in Rukongai will make them believe in you but gold! It’s truly a universal deity.”
Dogs – “I am fond of dogs. Feed them, love them and they will follow you to hell and back.”
Dancing – “I don’t know, something about it just calm me down, the gentle movement, the flick of wrist, their facial expression. A good dancer can be inspiring, but a great dancer will move you”.
Old people – “Their experience and wisdom are nothing to scoff at; they seek comfort by being acknowledged.”
Singing – “I sing all the time! It helps pass the time when you’re travelling!”
Vagrants – “My most important Employees. Without them, my business cannot grow, but they deserve more. I wish to help, but they must help themselves in return.”
Dislikes:
Shinigamis – “Wools over their eyes. They upset the resident of Rukongai and hide in their ‘castle in the sky,’ there’s little need to bow to them”.
Theft – “A path of anarchy. If theft exists, society had failed as whole.”
Bossy people – “I dislike people who demand to take control.”
People who under cut prices - “Just as bad as stealing, upsetting the market for their quick fix for gold.”
Social Withdrawal - “We were given a gift of living, why must you sulk and hide your beauty - A flower cannot just live with just soil and water.”
Violence – “Come now, we can settle this. Let’s compromise?”
Positive Qualities:
Charismatic: His charming feature was just a bonus. It was his personality and a brilliant conversationalist that makes him shine. He knows which words to puck and how to brighten one spirits. He was also capable of calming feud or argument with his helpful advice and compromise.
Benevolent: Originally a ruse rather than positive qualities. He knew that the best way to get someone on your side is you rub their back without asking for anything in return. After a while, Moriya discovered that being Benevolent provides so much more as benefit – not to mention that he felt good doing so.
Open-minded: He rarely ever judge people. He believed that everyone had a story to tell and should never be dismissed. He’s also a believer of everyone having a talent to show (and to potentially exploit in the future). He hates being a bully and worse, discriminate people for who they are.
Negative Qualities:
Greedy: As he grew, he was always hungry. The excessive desire of having riches far behind his dreams, added to the fuel was his dream of becoming a noble. If he unable to do so, he’ll make sure that he will rule Rukongai. At times Greed is what often shows off his negative side. He may give away money, but it is all part of his long term ‘plan’.
Careless (outburst):
When pushed or pressured, he has the tendency to snap at someone and when he snaps, the venom that he delivers is incredibly potent, possible to ruin relationship if left unchecked. Although he is young in spirit and experience and this particular quality may fade away in time, but it is potentially destructive quality to have.
Inexperienced: He could've been a material Shinigami, but with his lack of training and no experienced Shinigami to help him, it become difficult for him to learn new techniques to help him grow and expand his new found strength.
In the Future ___
*To avoid confusion, Moriya have not yet contacted his spirit, nor he has the ability to use his shikai.
Zanpakutō Spirit and Inner World: 太猫売人 Fat Cat Merchant (Taibyoubaiin) is - well, nothing like her namesake; A 5'10 tall, slender, busty humanoid woman, lounging around on a fine, silken Méridienne - a type of Chaise Longue. Her sultry, and careless posture and lazy, sloppy worn light green Kimono with two colourful cranes coiling around each other throughout her long uniform. Due to her lounging posture and her sloppy worn attire, it reveals rather a lot of olive skin of hers as well as showing a lot of her well-endowed breasts.
Her long, black wild mane that seems to reach down to the back of her long furry tail with long right swept fringe to conceal her eyes. Her long wide feline ears on the edge of the top of her head.
There's one thing that Fat Cat Merchant is known for is making Moriya extremely uncomfortable. She's perverted and cruel, always teasing Moriya with her own body and her husky, come-hither voice. Her words were littered with half advice/half common sense with flirt added in along with teasing, which at times, makes it difficult for Moriya to pay attention to her. To sums it up: there's no one in this world that can truly make him feel more uncomfortable, to be at unease even than Fat Cat Merchant.
Bling bling bling. She loves gold, diamond, all the finest jewellery and the most important of them all, Platinum. She also accepts rare artifacts but she easily gets bored with them. She doesn't care how or where - hell, she'd probably resort to genocide if it means getting to a tiny speck of gold dust. She doesn't care about the value of human life - well, except Moriya, but that's a whole another story. However, one in a blue moon: she would congratulate him or give him a positive cheer, but even that he doesn't accept it, as it may be coated with some of her dirty condition like a back rub or a foot rub.
Another tidbit: she also have are two faceless burly dummy of tall stature - eye candy as she calls them with the strange perk to change or alter their face and size. She'd often alter them to look just like Moriya to further fuel her depraved behaviour.
The Inner world: The inner world seems to have commandeered by Fat Cat. The area is a large snowy traditional Japanese castle; or rather a fortress as Fat Cat would like to say. Although it is rare to go outside, but the view was beautiful. Almost like frozen in time, the sunset gives off the radiant light, blanketing over the cold, icy hills before reaching and past the castle.
Inside, however, is another story. The place is Scrooge Mcduck's wet dream. The area is littered with rare artifacts’, the finest cut jewellery and a fountain that always seem to have a nonstop flow of melted gold, (although it's not advisable to dip your hands in the fountain). Fat Cat Merchant is situated at the far end of the top floor of the castle, with her trusty silken Méridienne and flanked with her 'human like dolls' for her "perverted" deprived acts.
Zanpakutō: The Zanpakuto is mostly concealed in a yellow silken swordbag, hidden from plain view. It's rare that he reveals it, but the concealed sword is always close to him.
The sword itself is a heavily engraved taichi, even the 'pommel' was designed to look like a cat paw. The grip is slightly curved and the hand guard is a four petal like with a black string coiling around on the northern petal side, keeping two gold coins tightly against the hand guard.
Release Phrase: Collect, Fat Cat Merchant.
Shikai Zanpakutō appearance: The sword takes a strange appearance of a plan and simple wooden handle and sheath, no detail or finish. A shirasaya like weapon both designed to be completely innocuous and plain annoying for Moriya to wield as it does not have a guard to protect him from cutting himself. However, the real content is the blade, just drawing it reveal a glistening, metallic blade of the highest quality.
Zanpakutō Power: Fat cat Core power is based on Midas touch except you must cut the target, the deeper the cut, the increased radius it has on one’s flesh. After a while, the gold flesh would began to break apart, reducing into a pool of gold coins, leaving behind a radius sized (depending on how deep the cut is) gaping wound, the edge of the wound is coated in gold, potentially hindering one’s ability to regenerate. The coins are small and perfectly round with a square hole in the middle.
However, Fat Cat is rather stingy in the basic principles in using the power. The 'cut' must be executed flawlessly, and every attack must be done from drawing the blade, slashing before sheathing in no more than three motion, (drawing, slashing and sheathing) and the blade itself must not be exposed for more than ten seconds. If either of those principles were broken, the gold encasing around the wound will dissipates into a speck of gold-dust, causing no further wounds to the target.
due to this restriction. Moriya is forced to resort into using Iai-do style swordfighting, much to his annoyance. Of course, this is the future and Moriya has no knowledge of his powers . . . apart from Fat Cat Merchant creeping him out.
Legacy Created ___
Snapshots: 1965: born and died
1965: was saved and purified
1965: Bumped into an unnamed elderly merchant
2015: Old man (Unnamed elderly merchant) had died and gifted with his name...and everything that was once owned by him.
Now: He plans on opening up shop and “networking”
History:
Sunlight calling, I’ll be your friend…
Moriya, or rather the new born child was brought into the life – in 1966 where the threats of absolute destruction hangs over the world, like a trail of powder burning, inching ever so closer towards the powder keg. Although he has no recollection of his before death, nor remembers his parents or even feels their embrace – nor does he know where he was born, he would've liked to know where and what his parents looks like, but alas, that memory will forever be lost - a fleeting dream.
Born in Abashiri, a northern city in Hokkaido, Japan on 29th of August 1966; his arrival brought joy to the young family, but what the family didn’t know was that the new born child had a weak heart. When the doctor could even begin diagnosing, the infant heart gave away, the soft repeating patter slowly and faintly recedes to a permanent halt. The young nurses and the doctors tried everything they could, but the heart could not be revived.
The infant was left alone in a cot. The young family were at distraught, they had decided that they do not wish to see their child and left the hospital in distraught. But no matter how hard they try to hear, the infant is crying, alone in a cold, dull room.
We’re all dancing, until the end...
Four days, and three nights, the baby cried. The decibels slowly increased as it becomes so desperately wanted for attention. The poor helpless infant, so desperately needed comfort. Alone in the cot, in an, cold, empty room; it’s easy to forget that Abashiri is in the coldest part of Japan. The pit of darkness slowly began to creep, engulfing parts of the room, inching ever so closer towards the cot. The dark, ill aboding, terror reduced the sunlight into a grim dusk.
“Easy picking. . .” The darkness rings out; the tone of its voice was deep and stratching, like a needle being rough on the vinyl. It had time to say more before the unspeakable conclusion, but something happened. A presence of a radiant being appeared besides the cot. Her single, soft spoken voice, powerful enough to stop the infant’s lamented and became vibrant – tears of comfort to giggle of joy. Her aura alone made the unnamed child sway its arms, kicks and grizzles.
“My my, what did I wander into?” Her speech was coy, sincere. She leans over to the cot with a doting mother-like smile. The darkness recedes, the danger fades. The child remains innocuous to the fact that it was on the verge of vanishing into the endless dusk. She unknown Shinigami, embraced the infant, keeping him close to her as she hushes. Her body gently sway, sending the worn out baby into a lull.
“You’re so cute. . . I hope you’ll have a good life on the other side,” The Female Shinigami briefly let out a weak smile, the edges of her lip gently quavers, bordering on a hint of sadness. She knew that traversing to another world to what deemed to be a celestial heaven is not as straight forward as the radiant Shinigami would like to. She gave the nameless infant a heart-warming smile before returning the infant back to the cot. With her sword drawn and the butt of the blade looms above the child, she made her heart-warming assurance with a smile,
“I’d like to see you some day. . .”
The process of Konso was short and swift. The child was reduced to a black butterfly, fluttering its way out of the mortal coil. Never straight, it began to make its carefree way towards ‘celestial heaven’.
When the sun sets, soon we’ll depart…
As an infant in Rukongai, his life is in someone else’s hand. However, this child is lucky as he graced the old travelling merchant with his presence. Karma he says; for all the stingy deal that he had made. The self-made scrooge hissed and grunted, realizing that he had another mouth to feed.
The old man had at times, tried to abandon the baby, but deep down in his mind, he couldn’t. The child reminds him of someone that he once knew, a life before his death. In the end, he took care of the child, but he refused to name him. Just as he refused to reveal his own name, besides, old man is a perfect fit.
The infant grew into a young boy, and believe it or not, he was a real treasure. His boyish charm and his gleaming smile and his carefully trained words, attracted the ladies and the old man sales suddenly spiked. They were raking in the gold; they are now able to afford good, lasting clothes and a good night sleep. The young boy wasn’t aware of where he’s going, but he knows that every town he had been and left was never the same. It was a few years later when he made a few questions:
“Old man, where are we going?”
It was a holiday and everyone was enjoying their celebration, the boy and the old man were sitting by the road, gazing at the dusky view. It was evening. The old man had aged, perhaps faster than the young boy, but his spirit was still strong as ever.
“To West District #22, I’d like to go there before I…” He stopped; he didn’t want to scare the boy. “It’s also a good place for you to start your market, I heard that there’s a good tea house which attract all sort of people."
“Old man… I have this strange sensation, like the pit of my stomach is quaking,”
The old responded with a humble laughter. He gave the young boy a gentle ruffle of his short, grey hair, “is that so? Your future will be interesting indeed.” He held him close, to hide his facial expression, a bitter regret.
“Long ago, when I was young, I wished to be a Shinigami. A strong, valiant warrior who dispatches the dark, evil hollow who eats on souls, pretty souls like you. I even, with all of my savings, brought an authentic Asauchi decade ago,” He delayed, only to add a light chuckle, “I still cling onto it, but then you came along and now I have only but one wish: District 22.”
The boy wasn’t aware of what he meant until later. Apparently, there was someone that he would like to meet before he passed over. It was decade later that the old man was no longer able to walk. The boy rested him against the large tree, gazing at the plain, beautiful view.
“Old man, we’re so close! Just a few more district and we’re there!” The boy grew to a beautiful, feminine looking adult. He knew that his spirit was slowly ebbing away. The old man slowly raises his hand up to coil around the young adult neck, dragging him closer till his forehead was touching against the young boy’s forehead.
“It is time . . . your name,” His breath was laboured, but adamant in finishing off what he had done, “you are young, and you need a name. Let me gift it to you…Moriya… that’s your family name,” He gasped, struggling to add an extra word, “Kahōmono Moriya. There, a fine name, don’t you think?” He let out a wheezy laugh, grinning.
Moriya didn't say anything, he just stare at the old man, the old man who gave him not only his life, but a name. He finally spoke, but he was long gone. He tried to shake the old man, wondering if he was asleep.
He didn't wake up. His story has ended, but before he could, he gifted the young orphan with a name, Kahōmono Moriya. He approached with his inherited merchant trolley, stocked full of wares and rare trinkets. He gazed inside the trolley for the first time, discovering the weapon that he had mentioned years ago. Instead of taking it out, he sealed it shut and began pulling the trolley. His mind was broken and in distraught. He looks over to the old man final resting place, but he was gone, all that was left was his fine clothes that he wore. Fighting back his tears, he began to push the trolley by the handle.
After a mile, he broke down, he was uncontrollable.
"He was so close; we were so close to District 22, why did you have to leave now!" He didn't receive an answer. He was alone on the road. He pauses for a moment; he slowly regained his composure, and began to push the trolley once more. He knew that the old man didn't want to carry on with the day with tears in his eyes and a woe is me hair.
It was a month later that he finally arrived in Western District 22 and he wastes no time to make it his home.
Roleplay Sample:
“So you are a Journalist?” Moriya rested his elbow on the table, letting his palm rest on his chin, his fingers crooked and branched out like spider legs, resting on his left cheek. He was coy, his eyes gives off the vision of mischievous seductive siren. With his other hand, he would began to push the piece of paper towards the nervous journalist, “You must written lots of article,”
The young journalist, almost at the same age as Moriya gulped. He was flustered; He was caught off guard by just how extrovert he is. He never met anyone who was flamboyant and open like Moriya, but he felt that Moriya acted more like a harlot than a man! Just as he opened his mouth, Moriya nipped it to the bud.
“Oh, did I come on a little too strong, mister journalist? Hold on, I will readjust myself we can conduct business,” He retreated from his ‘honestly-it’s-not-seductive’ posture, leaning against the spine of the chair, neatly righting his plain green kimono. They are in a tea house, or rather one of few tea houses in the district. His amber eyes glances around, scanning from any particular person that he’s seeking, but all who are there are the snooty sort of people who would often stuck their nose up at him for his weirdness. “So, what would you like me to add?”
“W-well, tell me about yourself,” He had managed to compose himself, from Moriya’s opening tease, he kept his eyes away , focusing only on a piece of A4 sized paper that was on the table, ready to taint it with ink.
“About myself, well, as you may already know, my name is Kahōmono Moriya. I am a new resident and merchant for wondrous emporium,” Although he is a business man, but he couldn’t help but tease the timid journalist. After all, it’s good to have a little fun in such a boring, dull tea house. “It seems like this place is not hers after all…” He pondered as he shifts his posture, lightly moving his bottom before leaning forward with a warm and relaxed grin, “so…how about you? You seem rather new at this job.”
The young journalist splutters, startled by his swift response. Just for a moment Moriya could hear his heart stops beating for a moment, further fueling it with a wide Cheshire grin, his upper eyelids slowly rolls down till half of his prized amber pupils are showing. The journalist tried his hardest to keep his eyes averted, focusing purely on the piece of paper. “I don’t think that’s relevant,”
“It’s not? Well, I suppose we could discuss more about me,” His mood suddenly dropped from excited to bored, it seems that the journalist is too timid and insecure of himself to be pounced on by an eccentric, young merchant.
“Well, let’s move on to another question: what makes you want to come here?”
“Destiny,” He looks at the averted journalist with his arms crossed, for a moment he wanted to just end it there, but just slowly or hasty depending on how you see it; he let out a wide grin, arching his body towards the table, looking at him with his doe eyed look on his face, letting out an exasperated sigh, “I am here because of you…”
The poor Journalist reaction was swift and morbid. He shot up from the chair, responding to rather open response, but he was too insecure to see it himself, “I must go now. I am terribly sorry, but I’m afraid that we cannot conduct an interview while you’re being a-a-a,”
“A Harlot, that’s perfectly fine. You see, I didn’t ask for an interview, I wanted to know if you’d able to have a small article spot reserved for my market opening day. It would be a terrible business if I had an opening day and no one realizes it,” but it was too late. It was probably after saying harlot that the journalist was long gone. He let out a soft laugh, covering part of his mouth with his flat, feminine hand, using the bound fingers to cover a large portion of his laughter.
“I suppose I came a little too heavy.”
OOC ___
Player Alias: Cake
Desired Starting GP: No grading. Approval is all I wanted.
Were you referred by anyone?: Best friend google.
Other Characters: None
Kohara, Moriya
Information Merchant
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age / Apparent Age: 518/20
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5'6 & 118lbs
Grey & Amber:
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Loyalties: He’s loyal to the Kohara family and, himself.
Snapshots:1499: A baby was found in the orphanage in district 61.
1522: He ran away from the orphanage after abuse from both his ward and children.
1523: With luck and his beauty, he became an Information Merchant.
1550: Attempting to expand his information network, he began to travel to wealthier district. In the process, he learned cartography in the process.
1570: His repertoire of skills expanded after his successful stealth attempt to meet nobleman’s daughter in the 15th district.
1600: He built an information broker network named Kahōmono and developed an abundance of wealth.
1690: Enter Kenji Kohara, after the revelation; he visited the Kohara compound to meet the family
1691: became officially part of the Kohara family.
1700: He had grown attached to Ryu being taught how to fight with sword.
1710: He shared his tidy sum of his wealth to the Kohara family and started to become hungry, but kept it a secret.
1890: became heartbroken due to Ryu and Kenji’s death and vanished from the family.
1891: Lost and spiralled into madness, he took solitude from a weird old merchant who dreams of being a shinigami.
2015: Was attacked by a hollow upon his travel to one of the district. He dispatched it, only to discover his friend was missing. With his hand stained with hollow blood, he decided to become a shinigami.
2016: joined Soul society as a student and months later was caught in an invasion. He Protected the wounded and students. For his efforts, he was graduated and joined the fourth squad.
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description:
Spiritual Description:.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality:The world is constant, Moriya remains the flower: static and beautiful. His emotions are open and expressive that one could argue that his personality is timeless. He never had the safe space where he can recollect and nurture the fragile feelings. The personality was weathered, battered, ripped apart and pressed from his younger years, but he was too stubborn to change. When the seasons change and felt the immense crush of life weighing down on him, like the loss of his dear loved ones, Moriya wilts his joyful, love life demeanour and sinks into the sea of depravity and lust at night, without care of his own well-being.
Moriya feasts on the people energies around him. It is rare to see the silver haired “boy” be alone, even if people think he’s alone, he’d most likely be talking to someone on the phone or on the head set that the fourth squad supplies. Even if he finds himself alone, he would hunt down other people and has the knack for that. Conversing with them is another. He began with a small talk that slowly snowballs into a long and thoughtful conversation. He relishes long conversation. He loves getting to know people and what they’re doing. He often goes out of his way to know every name in the squad to see how they’re doing or even send them a spiriting encouragement whenever they’re down.
Beneath all the charms and the cheery façade is an active mind. He values his free time in reading books. If he sees something is missing and no one is covering it, he will become the master of the desired skills, just as he is the master of his own destiny - no matter how long it will take him. In short; he craves activity. The devil makes work for idle thumbs, as the idiom goes, and he swears by it.
He’s a doer. He’s an advocate of taking action. He’s not afraid of pulling up his sleeves and dealing with business if he needs to. No matter what the difficulty is, his aim is to get it all done and neat. If he sees vulnerability he will hound people responsible down and force them to remedy it. If not, he will do it himself even if it means disobeying his superiors. Leaving things unfinished, or finished with loose ends, is something akin to driving a car without a muffler: unnecessary noises and painful to listen to.
Moriya is a man of peace. It’s very rare he draws his sword in anger and even rarer he would use that anger in combat. “You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger,” quotes he rolls by. Although he’s not immune to anger, a few times he found himself biting his tongue to refrain himself from making the best speech that he’ll regret.
Open-Minded: He accepts everyone for who they are. He is aware that he cannot change it, but it doesn’t mean that he cannot ignore it. He loved to explore into their story, their history, or even their thoughts on sexuality and religions. Though Moriya could try and conduct his argument, but maintains a respectful dialogue. After all, that’s how he thinks souls should conduct, with words, not violence.
Charming: Just like his father, he has a fresh air around him that attracts people. If it wasn’t his mannerism, or his posture, it may well be how he responds to the world with positive thoughts. Just the little things that amount to big payoff, a little joke here and a joyful flirt there; he’s a gardener who weeds out the discomfort and sows the seeds of allure into the minds of people. The only thing that set him apart from his father is that he takes his time and treats it as a joyful game and the reward is being their people’s champion.
Adventurous: Exploration and identifying cultures are his favourite past-time. The daring glimmer shows in his eyes that he’s most certainly up to no good. No good ranging from meeting that cute girl or boy from the noble family in their home at night for a little ‘fun’ to an impromptu dance with a stranger. He’s no stranger to randomness, even if randomness could put himself into danger.
Optimistic: The moment one accepted pessimism into their mind and their hearts, is when they start becoming a lost cause. Moriya flat out scrubbed the word pessimism or any other words related to negative feelings from his very fibre of being. I can’t do this, replaced with I will do this and drilled it to everyone he sees. Achieving the impossible is a much better look than wallowing in despair.
Playful: He loves having fun. It the entire reason why souls exist, life is a playground if one's willing to let go all the constant worry. He refused to accept banal excuses, there’s no excuse for anyone who can dream, even if they dream of nothing – no excuses. By this, Moriya would abide.
Deceitful: Moriya is the man with the information; he knows how to acquire secrets and profits by selling them to those who holds worth. However, there are times when information has become perhaps too valuable or dangerous to sell. He has often omitted pieces of information with intent to cash in further profits or because it is too destructive as a revelation. Bordering on manipulative, Moriya resorts to providing seemingly irrelevant information as clue, a fix, or to divert them away from potentially threatening his relationship with important clients or relationships with officers .
Harsh: it’s not something that he takes pride in, but must needs must. When ones become too coddled up with self-entitlement and ‘me’ mentality, or revel in pits of arrogance. They must be knocked down a notch to fall back into place, as Moriya demands. There are people out there that he believes that they deserves more than just lip service.
Possessive: He demands love, he demands attention. He’s the elegant flower that always thirsts for water as it dries up
Inconsistent:
Strict:
[/b][/font]Information Merchant
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age / Apparent Age: 518/20
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5'6 & 118lbs
Grey & Amber:
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Loyalties: He’s loyal to the Kohara family and, himself.
Snapshots:1499: A baby was found in the orphanage in district 61.
1522: He ran away from the orphanage after abuse from both his ward and children.
1523: With luck and his beauty, he became an Information Merchant.
1550: Attempting to expand his information network, he began to travel to wealthier district. In the process, he learned cartography in the process.
1570: His repertoire of skills expanded after his successful stealth attempt to meet nobleman’s daughter in the 15th district.
1600: He built an information broker network named Kahōmono and developed an abundance of wealth.
1690: Enter Kenji Kohara, after the revelation; he visited the Kohara compound to meet the family
1691: became officially part of the Kohara family.
1700: He had grown attached to Ryu being taught how to fight with sword.
1710: He shared his tidy sum of his wealth to the Kohara family and started to become hungry, but kept it a secret.
1890: became heartbroken due to Ryu and Kenji’s death and vanished from the family.
1891: Lost and spiralled into madness, he took solitude from a weird old merchant who dreams of being a shinigami.
2015: Was attacked by a hollow upon his travel to one of the district. He dispatched it, only to discover his friend was missing. With his hand stained with hollow blood, he decided to become a shinigami.
2016: joined Soul society as a student and months later was caught in an invasion. He Protected the wounded and students. For his efforts, he was graduated and joined the fourth squad.
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description:
Spiritual Description:.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality:The world is constant, Moriya remains the flower: static and beautiful. His emotions are open and expressive that one could argue that his personality is timeless. He never had the safe space where he can recollect and nurture the fragile feelings. The personality was weathered, battered, ripped apart and pressed from his younger years, but he was too stubborn to change. When the seasons change and felt the immense crush of life weighing down on him, like the loss of his dear loved ones, Moriya wilts his joyful, love life demeanour and sinks into the sea of depravity and lust at night, without care of his own well-being.
Moriya feasts on the people energies around him. It is rare to see the silver haired “boy” be alone, even if people think he’s alone, he’d most likely be talking to someone on the phone or on the head set that the fourth squad supplies. Even if he finds himself alone, he would hunt down other people and has the knack for that. Conversing with them is another. He began with a small talk that slowly snowballs into a long and thoughtful conversation. He relishes long conversation. He loves getting to know people and what they’re doing. He often goes out of his way to know every name in the squad to see how they’re doing or even send them a spiriting encouragement whenever they’re down.
Beneath all the charms and the cheery façade is an active mind. He values his free time in reading books. If he sees something is missing and no one is covering it, he will become the master of the desired skills, just as he is the master of his own destiny - no matter how long it will take him. In short; he craves activity. The devil makes work for idle thumbs, as the idiom goes, and he swears by it.
He’s a doer. He’s an advocate of taking action. He’s not afraid of pulling up his sleeves and dealing with business if he needs to. No matter what the difficulty is, his aim is to get it all done and neat. If he sees vulnerability he will hound people responsible down and force them to remedy it. If not, he will do it himself even if it means disobeying his superiors. Leaving things unfinished, or finished with loose ends, is something akin to driving a car without a muffler: unnecessary noises and painful to listen to.
Moriya is a man of peace. It’s very rare he draws his sword in anger and even rarer he would use that anger in combat. “You will not be punished for your anger, you will be punished by your anger,” quotes he rolls by. Although he’s not immune to anger, a few times he found himself biting his tongue to refrain himself from making the best speech that he’ll regret.
Open-Minded: He accepts everyone for who they are. He is aware that he cannot change it, but it doesn’t mean that he cannot ignore it. He loved to explore into their story, their history, or even their thoughts on sexuality and religions. Though Moriya could try and conduct his argument, but maintains a respectful dialogue. After all, that’s how he thinks souls should conduct, with words, not violence.
Charming: Just like his father, he has a fresh air around him that attracts people. If it wasn’t his mannerism, or his posture, it may well be how he responds to the world with positive thoughts. Just the little things that amount to big payoff, a little joke here and a joyful flirt there; he’s a gardener who weeds out the discomfort and sows the seeds of allure into the minds of people. The only thing that set him apart from his father is that he takes his time and treats it as a joyful game and the reward is being their people’s champion.
Adventurous: Exploration and identifying cultures are his favourite past-time. The daring glimmer shows in his eyes that he’s most certainly up to no good. No good ranging from meeting that cute girl or boy from the noble family in their home at night for a little ‘fun’ to an impromptu dance with a stranger. He’s no stranger to randomness, even if randomness could put himself into danger.
Optimistic: The moment one accepted pessimism into their mind and their hearts, is when they start becoming a lost cause. Moriya flat out scrubbed the word pessimism or any other words related to negative feelings from his very fibre of being. I can’t do this, replaced with I will do this and drilled it to everyone he sees. Achieving the impossible is a much better look than wallowing in despair.
Playful: He loves having fun. It the entire reason why souls exist, life is a playground if one's willing to let go all the constant worry. He refused to accept banal excuses, there’s no excuse for anyone who can dream, even if they dream of nothing – no excuses. By this, Moriya would abide.
Deceitful: Moriya is the man with the information; he knows how to acquire secrets and profits by selling them to those who holds worth. However, there are times when information has become perhaps too valuable or dangerous to sell. He has often omitted pieces of information with intent to cash in further profits or because it is too destructive as a revelation. Bordering on manipulative, Moriya resorts to providing seemingly irrelevant information as clue, a fix, or to divert them away from potentially threatening his relationship with important clients or relationships with officers .
Harsh: it’s not something that he takes pride in, but must needs must. When ones become too coddled up with self-entitlement and ‘me’ mentality, or revel in pits of arrogance. They must be knocked down a notch to fall back into place, as Moriya demands. There are people out there that he believes that they deserves more than just lip service.
Possessive: He demands love, he demands attention. He’s the elegant flower that always thirsts for water as it dries up
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