Post by Mirai Minamoto on May 7, 2017 21:07:47 GMT -5
MINAMOTO, MIRAI
SHINIGAMI
Unseated, Fifth Division
Personnel File
Name: Mirai "Himawari" Minamoto
Age: 56 years old / Late teens - early twenties
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: August 7th, 1961
Language Fluency: Japanese (contemporary), English (contemporary)
Ethnicity: English
Physical Specifications
Height and Weight: 154 cm / 42kg
Hair and Eyes: Blonde / Green
General Appearance: Mirai is a danty, young woman with an air of fragility to her. As if a strong breeze might send her to her knees. Her shy, reserved personality only fosters this "cutesy" and "weak" appearance of her, often leading others to want to coddle her, or otherwise go easy on her. With her chin tilted downwards and a small smile always plastered on her face, she's a good natured person who's quick to be brushed aside by more aggressive and/out outgoing peers that stampeded ahead of her. Despite this, the soft spoken maiden is always there to cheer allies and foes alike onward, beaming at them as if she could easily see their motivations and the good behind their actions. After all, no one wants to be evil. And it's this very air of innocence that makes more devious people feel as those she's easy to be taken advantage of. And, to some extent, they would be right in assuming that.
Beyond her demeanor and more subtle displays of her physical appearance, Mirai is a simple woman with simple tastes. She adheres strictly to the Shinigami uniform, making not a single alteration to them, and does nothing more than throw her moderately long, blonde hair up into a quick ponytail when she is out on duty. The somewhat rushed look can be applied to most everything about her. She wears no makeup to hide the minor blemishes that sometimes plague her face, and does nothing to really maintain an air of femininity to herself. Thankfully, she was blessed with a rather charming body and facial features. A cute, button nose, high cheek bones, and a rounded face keep that youthfulness that makeup aspires to recreate and her big, oval eyes shine brightly in the light without the aid of black mascara or heavy layers of eye shadow.
Spiritual Appearance: When at ease and when a trained eye looks upon her, Mirai has a warm, fiery glow to her spiritual aura. Bright and hopeful rays of pure gold twirl and lace around her form with misty tendrils. These "ribbons" as she calls them are dense and tangled around her feet, but spread apart and extend outward as they reach higher and higher. When spurred by emotion or sheer will, these ribbons of spiritual energy flap and wave wildly around her as they stretch to the sides. The display could be compared to the ribbons trying to mimic the visage of wings that flap from behind her.
However, the purity of her aura is tainted when she releases. A thick and grimy sludge of purple and black pours onto the base of the rays of gold. From them, a heavy mist sinks to the ground and coats the nearby area with a foul smell. The longer she remains in her released state, the more the purple hue consumes the gold and the more pungent the odor becomes. Though she has never gotten to the point of the purple consuming the gold, she can only assume nothing good will come of it. Needless to say, she tends to keep from being released for very long.
Psychological Profile
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Zanpakutō File
"Tell me this: Did you think the rose would be without thorns when you plucked it from my garden?"
Sometimes life is jarring, unexpected, and ruthless. It catches you off guard and then stomps on your gut while you're writhing in pain. In a sense, this is happening now. You read along this application and expected something plain and to the point. All of that useful information categorized in an easy to digest format to help cater to the least common denominator. A trite and unhealthy example of coddling the weak and hoping to elevate them to a place of moderate functionality in this hellhole of society.
Unfortunately, I will not bow to the expectations and standards you cling to like a baby would to its precious blanky. If only for the section that is about me, I will force you to actually read what I have to say and not skim by with lifeless eyes. I will have your full attention. I will not change this. You will deal with it it.
I am 金木犀; that's Kinmokusei for the uncultured swine reading this. I burn with the raging passion of the bright orange flower I've named myself after and take to heart the unspoken meaning of the flower. Ruthless and to the point, I hide no truths and accept nothing less than absolute honesty and openness when you're in my presence. That includes the emotional walls you might build around yourself to help maintained your so-called "image" or "self worth". If you are angry and express anything but that anger, you deserve to be on the receiving end of my blade. If you whimper and pull out the crocodile tears when things don't go your way, expect nothing less than my absolute hatred for you.
Do you see where I'm going with this? Or are you skipping around the application without a care?
Mirai and I have very different outlooks on life. While she's content to hide behind her so called fears and the "threat" of the what-ifs that plague her mind, I am much more of the type to grab life by the horns and never let anything hold me back. To some, I'm the ying to her yang, which is appropriate given the role I play in her life, but I certainly see myself as something more complex than the simple black and white imagery implied by the age-old expression. I take this role as her mentor, or master as you may assume, very seriously. There's a lot of work to be done to help this little flower bloom and I'll be damned if I let anything set back my progress with her.
She is, after all, a reflection on my ability as her better half. She is just as much as me as I am her. I can't speak for other spirits, but I take a hands on approach with her, offering my guidance and directions at every turn. She's a lost puppy who should -- no, requires -- a heavy handed approach. Whether she likes it or not.
Most of my life is spent watching what Mirai does and forcing her down the path that is best for her, but there are times when even I need to take a break. Or, more commonly, times when I need to sit her down and have a face to face conversation with her. In these times we retreat to that inner world all Shinigami have. A place reached by meditation or sheer will on the spirit's part. Secluded and private, it's the only time when we can give our lovely meat-suits a firm talking to.
A lot of times, these inner worlds are symbolic, or so I've heard. Every little detail is rooted in some sort of greater meaning that will get unlocked when the two halves of the soul become closer. A silly notion in my opinion, but one I certainly can't change or argue against. Well, I could argue it, but what good would that do? Perhaps it's because of our shared outlook on the idiotic law that the world in which I reside is a simple one. Darkness shrouds everything for as far as the eye can see. No structures or forces of nature can be seen, smelled, or even touched. It's a realm of true and beautiful nothingness. The closest thing to a description comes from the metallic clinging and tinging that comes when one walks across the ground -- almost as if they were walking on thin glass or ice.
That first bit is, perhaps, not entirely honest, so I should clarify; not everything is blackness. Like a spotlight cast upon us by an unseen force, a beam of light illuminates myself and Mirai when we converge in this world. It tracks us as we move and wander about, though never gives away any details of our surroundings. Even the ground has no details when the light touches it. The warm glow is simply reflected back up at us, creating a rather appealing glow around us that burns from the ground up.
But that's not what you care about. You care about the things you see and interact with. Only the unseen forces that peer down at our actions and judge us really care about this symbolism and pointlessly included information. So, we'll shift our focus to the tangible universe that is relevant to the very few eyes who are reading this simply to learn about myself and my Shinigami.
When I'm at rest, I'm a simple sword. A katana all Shinigami receive when they enter the Academy. The very same one with nothing more than an plain, patternless hilt and a slightly tarnished blade due to overuse. The latter, now that I think about it, is probably not very typical. Very few rely on their swords as much as dear Mirai does, so it's no wonder that it's begun to dull and chip away. Or, maybe, that's another one of those symbolic details I've been constantly referring to. Certainly, I know that answer, but that's not relevant to you. Only to me.
The sheath is black, much like the hilt of the blade, and slightly dented near the back from one too many bashes against someone's head. Much to my chagrin, Mirai has a wonderful knack for using blunt ends of her weapon to incapacitate her opponents. If she would listen to me, it wouldn't require so much strength for her to free the blade from it's holster. But I digress. I suppose that I started this off expressing how ordinary the sword is, but ended up convincing you otherwise.
It makes for a good transition into my true form.
Of course, Shikai is not really my true form, but it's the truest I'll allow Mirai to have at this moment. Immaculate and beautiful, when released I materialize as a large, hefty broadsword. It's a type of sword iconic to the Knights you read about in old history books or fairy tales. Suiting for someone as honorable and just as myself, don't you think? Granted, the sword isn't nearly as large as I'd like it to be, but it can't be helped that Mirai is a tiny, young woman. It would simply be too comical for her to wield anything larger than what I give her, even if weight isn't considered.
The broadsword is garnished with bold yellows and rich blues, making it pop out and draw in the attention of anyone who is in the area. The golden background is painted over the upper part of the grip and then dominates the guard and lower portion of the fuller. Along the guard and fuller parts are elaborate blue etchings made of sharp corners and foreign symbols. Extended beyond that is the sword itself, made from a luxurious metal that glows a radiant yellow when the light hits it. True to myself, it's something to be proud of; it's a work of art that Mirai is thankful to be in possession of.
Not that she truly gets to appreciate it like I do. When she releases (something that very rarely happens), I'm allowed to flourish in more ways than one. My more passive role becomes an active one and I find myself more able to control her swings and motives. It's not to say that I outright assume control over her -- she's very much so in the pilot's seat -- but anyone with half a brain would notice the very, very obvious influence I have on her. This change in personality and motivations is nicely complemented by my ability to tear through any sort of spiritual binding that may hold us back in combat. With only my blade, we can hack away petty Bakudo, or anything of the sort, making us a truly frightening foe to those who rely on those cheap tactics.
Documented History
Snapshots:
Origin:
Rise to Power:
Call to Action:
SHINIGAMI
Unseated, Fifth Division
Personnel File
Name: Mirai "Himawari" Minamoto
Age: 56 years old / Late teens - early twenties
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Birthday: August 7th, 1961
Language Fluency: Japanese (contemporary), English (contemporary)
Ethnicity: English
Physical Specifications
Height and Weight: 154 cm / 42kg
Hair and Eyes: Blonde / Green
General Appearance: Mirai is a danty, young woman with an air of fragility to her. As if a strong breeze might send her to her knees. Her shy, reserved personality only fosters this "cutesy" and "weak" appearance of her, often leading others to want to coddle her, or otherwise go easy on her. With her chin tilted downwards and a small smile always plastered on her face, she's a good natured person who's quick to be brushed aside by more aggressive and/out outgoing peers that stampeded ahead of her. Despite this, the soft spoken maiden is always there to cheer allies and foes alike onward, beaming at them as if she could easily see their motivations and the good behind their actions. After all, no one wants to be evil. And it's this very air of innocence that makes more devious people feel as those she's easy to be taken advantage of. And, to some extent, they would be right in assuming that.
Beyond her demeanor and more subtle displays of her physical appearance, Mirai is a simple woman with simple tastes. She adheres strictly to the Shinigami uniform, making not a single alteration to them, and does nothing more than throw her moderately long, blonde hair up into a quick ponytail when she is out on duty. The somewhat rushed look can be applied to most everything about her. She wears no makeup to hide the minor blemishes that sometimes plague her face, and does nothing to really maintain an air of femininity to herself. Thankfully, she was blessed with a rather charming body and facial features. A cute, button nose, high cheek bones, and a rounded face keep that youthfulness that makeup aspires to recreate and her big, oval eyes shine brightly in the light without the aid of black mascara or heavy layers of eye shadow.
Spiritual Appearance: When at ease and when a trained eye looks upon her, Mirai has a warm, fiery glow to her spiritual aura. Bright and hopeful rays of pure gold twirl and lace around her form with misty tendrils. These "ribbons" as she calls them are dense and tangled around her feet, but spread apart and extend outward as they reach higher and higher. When spurred by emotion or sheer will, these ribbons of spiritual energy flap and wave wildly around her as they stretch to the sides. The display could be compared to the ribbons trying to mimic the visage of wings that flap from behind her.
However, the purity of her aura is tainted when she releases. A thick and grimy sludge of purple and black pours onto the base of the rays of gold. From them, a heavy mist sinks to the ground and coats the nearby area with a foul smell. The longer she remains in her released state, the more the purple hue consumes the gold and the more pungent the odor becomes. Though she has never gotten to the point of the purple consuming the gold, she can only assume nothing good will come of it. Needless to say, she tends to keep from being released for very long.
Psychological Profile
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Zanpakutō File
"Tell me this: Did you think the rose would be without thorns when you plucked it from my garden?"
Sometimes life is jarring, unexpected, and ruthless. It catches you off guard and then stomps on your gut while you're writhing in pain. In a sense, this is happening now. You read along this application and expected something plain and to the point. All of that useful information categorized in an easy to digest format to help cater to the least common denominator. A trite and unhealthy example of coddling the weak and hoping to elevate them to a place of moderate functionality in this hellhole of society.
Unfortunately, I will not bow to the expectations and standards you cling to like a baby would to its precious blanky. If only for the section that is about me, I will force you to actually read what I have to say and not skim by with lifeless eyes. I will have your full attention. I will not change this. You will deal with it it.
I am 金木犀; that's Kinmokusei for the uncultured swine reading this. I burn with the raging passion of the bright orange flower I've named myself after and take to heart the unspoken meaning of the flower. Ruthless and to the point, I hide no truths and accept nothing less than absolute honesty and openness when you're in my presence. That includes the emotional walls you might build around yourself to help maintained your so-called "image" or "self worth". If you are angry and express anything but that anger, you deserve to be on the receiving end of my blade. If you whimper and pull out the crocodile tears when things don't go your way, expect nothing less than my absolute hatred for you.
Do you see where I'm going with this? Or are you skipping around the application without a care?
Mirai and I have very different outlooks on life. While she's content to hide behind her so called fears and the "threat" of the what-ifs that plague her mind, I am much more of the type to grab life by the horns and never let anything hold me back. To some, I'm the ying to her yang, which is appropriate given the role I play in her life, but I certainly see myself as something more complex than the simple black and white imagery implied by the age-old expression. I take this role as her mentor, or master as you may assume, very seriously. There's a lot of work to be done to help this little flower bloom and I'll be damned if I let anything set back my progress with her.
She is, after all, a reflection on my ability as her better half. She is just as much as me as I am her. I can't speak for other spirits, but I take a hands on approach with her, offering my guidance and directions at every turn. She's a lost puppy who should -- no, requires -- a heavy handed approach. Whether she likes it or not.
Most of my life is spent watching what Mirai does and forcing her down the path that is best for her, but there are times when even I need to take a break. Or, more commonly, times when I need to sit her down and have a face to face conversation with her. In these times we retreat to that inner world all Shinigami have. A place reached by meditation or sheer will on the spirit's part. Secluded and private, it's the only time when we can give our lovely meat-suits a firm talking to.
A lot of times, these inner worlds are symbolic, or so I've heard. Every little detail is rooted in some sort of greater meaning that will get unlocked when the two halves of the soul become closer. A silly notion in my opinion, but one I certainly can't change or argue against. Well, I could argue it, but what good would that do? Perhaps it's because of our shared outlook on the idiotic law that the world in which I reside is a simple one. Darkness shrouds everything for as far as the eye can see. No structures or forces of nature can be seen, smelled, or even touched. It's a realm of true and beautiful nothingness. The closest thing to a description comes from the metallic clinging and tinging that comes when one walks across the ground -- almost as if they were walking on thin glass or ice.
That first bit is, perhaps, not entirely honest, so I should clarify; not everything is blackness. Like a spotlight cast upon us by an unseen force, a beam of light illuminates myself and Mirai when we converge in this world. It tracks us as we move and wander about, though never gives away any details of our surroundings. Even the ground has no details when the light touches it. The warm glow is simply reflected back up at us, creating a rather appealing glow around us that burns from the ground up.
But that's not what you care about. You care about the things you see and interact with. Only the unseen forces that peer down at our actions and judge us really care about this symbolism and pointlessly included information. So, we'll shift our focus to the tangible universe that is relevant to the very few eyes who are reading this simply to learn about myself and my Shinigami.
When I'm at rest, I'm a simple sword. A katana all Shinigami receive when they enter the Academy. The very same one with nothing more than an plain, patternless hilt and a slightly tarnished blade due to overuse. The latter, now that I think about it, is probably not very typical. Very few rely on their swords as much as dear Mirai does, so it's no wonder that it's begun to dull and chip away. Or, maybe, that's another one of those symbolic details I've been constantly referring to. Certainly, I know that answer, but that's not relevant to you. Only to me.
The sheath is black, much like the hilt of the blade, and slightly dented near the back from one too many bashes against someone's head. Much to my chagrin, Mirai has a wonderful knack for using blunt ends of her weapon to incapacitate her opponents. If she would listen to me, it wouldn't require so much strength for her to free the blade from it's holster. But I digress. I suppose that I started this off expressing how ordinary the sword is, but ended up convincing you otherwise.
It makes for a good transition into my true form.
Of course, Shikai is not really my true form, but it's the truest I'll allow Mirai to have at this moment. Immaculate and beautiful, when released I materialize as a large, hefty broadsword. It's a type of sword iconic to the Knights you read about in old history books or fairy tales. Suiting for someone as honorable and just as myself, don't you think? Granted, the sword isn't nearly as large as I'd like it to be, but it can't be helped that Mirai is a tiny, young woman. It would simply be too comical for her to wield anything larger than what I give her, even if weight isn't considered.
The broadsword is garnished with bold yellows and rich blues, making it pop out and draw in the attention of anyone who is in the area. The golden background is painted over the upper part of the grip and then dominates the guard and lower portion of the fuller. Along the guard and fuller parts are elaborate blue etchings made of sharp corners and foreign symbols. Extended beyond that is the sword itself, made from a luxurious metal that glows a radiant yellow when the light hits it. True to myself, it's something to be proud of; it's a work of art that Mirai is thankful to be in possession of.
Not that she truly gets to appreciate it like I do. When she releases (something that very rarely happens), I'm allowed to flourish in more ways than one. My more passive role becomes an active one and I find myself more able to control her swings and motives. It's not to say that I outright assume control over her -- she's very much so in the pilot's seat -- but anyone with half a brain would notice the very, very obvious influence I have on her. This change in personality and motivations is nicely complemented by my ability to tear through any sort of spiritual binding that may hold us back in combat. With only my blade, we can hack away petty Bakudo, or anything of the sort, making us a truly frightening foe to those who rely on those cheap tactics.
Documented History
Snapshots:
Origin:
Rise to Power:
Call to Action:
