Post by Satine Purpureo on Jun 23, 2010 3:27:00 GMT -5
[align=center]S H I N I G A M I
Satine Purpureo
CODENAME
O u t o f C h a r a c t e r
[/color]Hello my name is Sara. Do the math - I've been alive for sixteenyears and I have been Rping for just over ten months. I heard of this site from Amaya Sorien Rules, rules, password "bubblegum drops". You can chat it up ~ AIM, MSN, PM[/align]
[align=center]B A S I C S //
Laying down the bricks //[/size][/color][/font][/align]
• Nicknames |
• DOB | December 25 1514
• Age | 496, appears to be 19
• Sexuality | heterosexual
• Ethnicity | British/japanese
• Occupation | Shinigami
• Loyalty | Soul Society
[align=center]ABILITIES //
Proof of who I am //[/size][/color][/font][/align]
Zanpakutou
• Zanpakutou Spirit | Mokurei, meaning silent bow, is one of the scariest looking zanpakutou Satine has ever layed eyes on. Considering the fact that she can not see other zanpakutou, he is literally what Satine would have for a nightmare. Although she is frightened of him, she respects him as her master. Mokurei claims to be the spirit of an assassin from the twelfth century. Since it is extremely hard to question an eight foot tall, barrel chested man and live. Unless of course the man was kind, which Mokurei is most defiantly not.
For one thing, he is never seen without an enormous, three foot long machete clenched in his left hand, and always held at the ready. His clothing is long, black robes, darker than black. His hood is always pulled over his face just enough that you can never see it. He does not have feet, as the bottom of the spirit begins to disintegrate into nothingness after the knee area. Mokurei has a general aura of darkness surrounding him, making the world around him seem dark. Effectively, he carries his darkness with him. Travel is also made easier for this particular spirit, because whenever he wants to go anywhere, his whole body disintegrates into a black cloud of dust and he will appear wherever he wants.
Mokurei is quite intelligent, and has his own goals as well. Since he is so stealthy though, Satine has absolutely no clue as to what these are, so she simply always has to analyze what he says to her. Other than that, he seems to be completely neutral, not really caring who Satine serves, and why. He speaks in soft, quiet tones, and if Satine had to give him a face, she would give him one of a man in his early forties, with some brown stubble. Don't ask why.
• Inner World | Satine's inner world is an enormous, circular chasm in the earth. It is extremely dark, but there seems to be an unnatural light source coming from the walls so Satine can just barely see. The walls are made out of smooth rock, so there is nothing to grab onto even if Satine could find her way to the side of the chasm. So, Satine is always falling while she is there. Her spirit however, just seems to be forever standing in one position. So it gives this weird feeling of not actually falling when you are, and of Satine questioning whether or not she is actually falling. The hole is also filled with fog, and the fog always conveniently seems to cover Mokurei's feet.
When Satine is in a particularly bad mood, the clouds of fog will be gray, and fast moving like a thundercloud. In a good mood, they'll just be calm, white clouds of fog. Whenever Satine is about to exit her spirit world, the floor appears below her, and she'll always be one second before smashing her skull in when she'll exit suddenly.
• Sealed state | Satine's sword in it's sealed state is just a simple katana. There is absolutely nothing remarkable about it, because it has absolutely nothing about special about it, except for what it means to her. The hilt is black, with some nice white stitching, and the casing is all black as well. What makes it so extraordinary, is the fact that it looks exactly like the one that belonged to a man who drugged her, stole her from her work, raped her, fought her with it, and then it ended up in his stomach by Satine sticking it there for a handy place to keep it. Satine only tolerates her zanpakutou to remember that pleasant man, and the exceptionally pleasant months she stayed with him. She misses him terribly.
Shikai
• Overall Abilities | Satine uses a needle form of shuriken at mid-range for her fighting method. The needles are designed to be thrown at an enemy's pressure point. Satine infuses them with her own reitsu to make them go faster, and they are completely silent, so they good for sneak attacks. Satine holds a max of eight needles at a time, four in each hand, and she has to wait for a total of two posts to create new ones. Satine throws the needles at a maximum distance of fifteen feet to hit her opponent's pressure points. At maximum strength, the needles can go five inches into wood from fifteen feet. Since the needles are only sharp at the end, they can not be used to block. So she wears metal bracers on her wrists.
Satine can also create smaller needles, in her mouth out of her own reitsu. These needles contain a tiny bit of poison that gives a small paralysis. This gives Satine the ability to escape the grasp of her opponent. The paralysis only lasts into Satine's opponent's post, and all it does is make the opponent let go of Satine. The needle is shot using her tongue. Something that took long training sessions to master. Satine can only use this type of needle twice.
• Release phrase | damarikomu
• Shikai Appearance | The shikai appearance of Satine's sword is needle shuriken. The zanpakutou obtains this state by Satine sliding her hand along the sword's flat side. She uses one hand to hide the sword from her enemy's view, by sliding her hand across it, as the other holds the hilt. She slowly slides her hand across it towards said hilt. Once her hand has made it's course, the sword seems to have been completely dissipated. At the hilt, she finishes the slide by going over her hilt-holding hand. And then the hilt is gone as well. She then punches her fists together, and comes away holding a ten inch long, black needle between each finger. At the end of each one is a slightly tapered point, and all the weight of the needle is to the front.
Bankai
• Overall Abilities | (1 paragraph for each ability)(4 maximum)
• Release phrase | (Insert here)
• Bankai Appearance | (Insert here) [IMG*]image url (if there is an image)[/IMG]
[align=center]APPEARANCE //
Further than just the skin //[/align]
• Height | 5'4''
• Weight | 117
• Hair color & Style | purple
• Eye color | ice blue
• Overall Appearance | Satine is an English woman through and through, but sometimes her mother's Japanese heritage sneaks through. The effect is quite pretty, yet somehow foreign. Satine is quite small for her age and is also very delicately made. Her mouth is one of the only things that are big. Being quite friendly (mostly), her mouth is usually always in a large smile, and her eyes are always full of light. Her hands are small and thin like pianist hands, and her entire frame is frail looking and just plain little. Don't let that fool you. She actually has quite well toned muscles that are evidence of years of training. Her body is lithe and quite flexible, and she moves along as gracefully as a cat. And although Satine has little features, her hands are perfect for grasping her weapon. She moves with a certain elegance and grace that only a small body can attain, and since she is so small, she can also move quite silently when she wants too. On her back is the only blemish on her otherwise perfect skin. One long scar begins at the top of her right shoulder, and ends at the curve on her bottom left hip.
Satine's eyes and hair are one of the discerning features that makes her stand out in a crowd. Her hair is a long, shiny purple colour that can almost look black in some lights. It falls to halfway through her thigh muscles, and she is quite proud of it so she normally wears it down unless she is fighting. If she is in a fight, she will tie it into a loose bun, or a ponytail. Satine’s eyes are a beautiful blue colour, and she loves them as well. They have been described as pools of ice. Instead of being just normal Caucasian eyes though, they curve slightly. An effect from her mother. When she lets her eyes be seen easily, her stare is so intense that it would make many people uncomfortable. Her eyes and hair actually go quite well with her pale skin, making her actually quite a nice looking woman.
Under her robes, Satine wears the special forces uniform and on hot days, she will not even bother with the robes, preferring to just wear the outfit underneath because she hates the looseness of the robes. In the summertime she may even go without shoes. When she does wear the long robes, she will match it with a purple ribbon around her waist. When she wears shoes, she likes to wear the traditional sandals or her soft leather 'ninja' boots. They are called so because they are the best for sneaking up on people with. When she is in her gigai, she prefers to wear really cute little outfits. She would wear a long plaid shirt or sweater with black leggings and heels.
[align=center]PERSONALITY //
Understand the invisible //[/size][/color][/font][/align]
• Favorite Color [/color] |
Purple. Only because it's the colour of her hair. Otherwise it would be that blue that is there just before the sun rises, and just after the moon has gone down.
• Likes [/color] |
STARS: Each star represents a person in the human world in Satine’s opinion, so every star is someone that needs protecting. Normally this thought would wreck most people when they think of all those people. But to Satine, it represents a challenge.
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• Dislikes [/color] |
• Flaws [/color] |
• Habits [/color] |
• Fears[/color] |
~Death of another human being close to her. She would rather die herself then let another of her own group die before her.
~Satine also fears healing, seeing it as witchcraft. This is brought up, because of her human life.
~Satine also fears failing the soul society
• Goals[/color] |
~I wanna be the very best that no one ever was. To catch them is my real test to train em is my cauuussseeee..........Sorry. That is meh goal
. No actually it's just to kill as many hollow that Satine can get her hands on, and then some. She hates their leach like souls.
~Satine wants to own a black flowy cape that goes woosh when she walks.
• Overall Personality[/color] |
Satine feels the need to always move and never stay in one position. So, while she is talking to someone, or they to her, she will be either moving her feet to an unknown beat, or dancing around the room. She will still have all her attention on the speaker so they need not worry. Satine also may randomly burst into song at some point, no matter what it is she is doing (unless she is on a mission). Be it operatic or modern, she will sing it. Luckily for everyone else, she actually has a very nice voice. A problem though is that Satine can be very uncooperative, and she will not listen well to authority.
Satine is a very capable and responsible person. She would be the type to take charge in an emergency and people would listen. She is very outgoing and very into dramatic outbursts. Most people would call her a social queen bee, if it weren’t for the fact that Satine gets really into her work and is a very hard captain. When she is on a job, she is all work and no play, because she knows that to keep people alive, you have to be serious. When she is off the job, she is very irresponsible, as if to make up for the time spent being responsible. She hates paperwork, and will mostly leave any that she has to her vice, preferring to go climb a tree instead. Satine also likes to randomly sneak up on people. She will creep up and jump, so people should watch their backs...Satine is also known for doing random things such as poke things with sticks, do cartwheels down the hall, say random things, be a ninja, make mountains out of molehills, and be random.
She is the type of person who always seems to be happy, and she is also quite hyper. Sometimes though, when she runs out of fuel, she can turn into a horrible black version of herself, being rude to people and having a short temper. Though a deadly fighter, Satine can be surprisingly clumsy when she isn't paying attention, tripping on nothing and running into things be what often happens. She also has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and she also likes to stand up for the underdog. She is also fiercely protective, if anyone were to hurt any of her friends or people in her squad, she would protect them with all her might. Although she is small and looks like the one that needs protecting, she fights with a graceful and powerful nature.
[align=center]HISTORY //
Tell me a tale... //[/align]
IMPORTANT TO NOTE: Should include a triggering memory from human life, and some of the time in the academy (to portray their strengths and ect.) If shikai is obtained, then must explain on how the voice of the zanpakutou spirit was heard, and the meeting in the 'inner world'.
• Birthplace | England
• Mother | yuki Purpureo
• Father | Constantine purpureo
• Siblings | N/A
• Other Relations | N/A
• Companion | N/A
• Overall history |
The long skirt of her dress crinkled as she spread it on her knees for the thirty millionth time. It wasn't her fault though. The carriage kept jumping, and ruining the smoothness of it. Her mother slapped her hand away for the thirty billionth time as well. She had told her to stop that. She was supposed to stop touching her skirt. Because the Queen would get disappointed with how she looked. The queen. Queen Anne. Queen Anne Boleyn. The queen of England. The queen of Satine. Did that rhyme? Maybe. The skirt, that was purple, a nice lavender to match Satine's hair, was going to ruin it for her though. What a stupid skirt.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she stared out of the carriage window. Every so often, Satine’s head would bounce back and hit the soft velvet wall behind her. It didn’t seem to bother her though, as it actually had happened at least thirty billion times over the time of the long trip. They were travelling to the Queen’s residence. Well, one of them. They were travelling to the one in London. Satine was to become a lady in waiting for her. It had been decided last summer, when Satine and her parents had come to the castle for a visit.
The red hair above the pale face had thrown Satine off for a moment. Her queen had brown hair she had thought. But that queen had gone away. Her mother told her that the Queen had to go away. So, England had gained a new Queen. Queen Elizabeth. It seemed to Satine that England changed monarchs like the change of seasons. It would just be a manner of time before this new one was gone as well.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back. She was so weary of traveling. They had traveled even through the night, and Satine’s thoughts were as muddled as a bee trapped behind glass. She couldn’t think properly, and her thoughts were too scattered to make sense of any of them. A few moments passed, a few moments of the sound of the rattling of the cart, and a few moments of the sound of her mother and maid’s talk. A few moments of the mornings light streaming into her eyelids, and then there was nothing but black.
~ ~ ~
A hand pulled her out of the carriage, and she was led to a dark room.
~ ~ ~
Hands pulled at her clothes, and slipped on something soft, softer than her dress.
~ ~ ~
Light streamed into the window, and Satine was slowly coming to terms with her surroundings. She was in a bedroom, from what she could gather. Her carefully done hair had been taken out of it’s high style, and was flowing around her, and she was wearing a pale white nightgown. Looking curiously around her, she sat up, swinging her legs to touch them to the ground. A second later, she instantly retracted them. She had forgotten for a small moment about the fact that the floor was always cold in the morning. Hesitantly, she touched one toe to the floor, and after flinching for a moment, she let the touch of the smooth ground grow on her. And a numbness sprouted, letting her feet forget warmth and embrace the cold.
After she was able to stand, she was just making her way over to the room’s only window to find where she was, when her mother already dressed and bathed rushed in. “Come Satine, come get washed, we are already behind!†Without a word of anything from her daughter, she grabbed her away, steering her over to the room’s wash basin. A short gasp burst from her small cold-chapped lips as her face was suddenly aquainted with the substance called water. The water wasn’t warm either. As if guessing her thoughts, her mother’s cheery voice announced to her that the water would have been warm if she had only been a bit quicker in awakening.
After that was done with, a team of her mother’s maids rushed in, and pulled the white shift up over her head, and onto the floor. They brought in the lavender gown again, although it was freshly cleaned now, and smelled of lavender as well as looking like it. After quickly putting her hair back to perfection Satine was ready for meeting Queen Anne. The second queen to his majesty, King Henry the eighth. And by how the rumours were going, defiantly not his last.
She was walking now, out the door, and up some stairs. Her mother rushed along ahead of her. She led her lake a happy bobbing dog. Her mother was happy that Satine was being given the honourable position of being a lady in waiting to the queen herself. Satine just wanted her home. Finally, they were in the more lavish parts of the castle, and a steady buzzing that Satine had mistaken for bees, turned into the buzzing of the court as finally they turned a corner and came upon the throne room. There was a large fat man sitting in a chair beside a decidedly too thin woman. A lady stood next to the woman holding a small, red haired child. Satine began searching for the king with her eyes.
All the while, her mother had been leading her closer and closer to the pair at the front of the room. The noise had settled down as they were led closer, and it was suddenly quiet. Her mother stopped, and fell into a curtsy, automatically, Satine followed suit, although she had no idea who she was curtsying to and why. Her mother always told her a saying as she was growing up. What was it? “When left to flutter, follow mother†So, Satine often left her troubles to her mother, and took life in a rather languid fashion.
The big fat man opened his mouth. “And who do we have here, eh?â€
Was Satine meant to speak?
“When left to flutter, follow motherâ€
“Your royal majesties, may I present Satine Purpureo, my daughter, and the one that our most gracious Queen Anne sent for?â€
“You may,†said a cold voice. It was thin, and held a slight waiver. It seemed stressed. “Raise your eyes to me child.â€
Obediently, Satine lifted her eyes up to stare into the thin woman’s eyes. The stare was weak, and the woman seemed to recoil at Satine’s stare rather than the other way around as it should be. Satine opened her mouth, a small murmur falling out. “Lady’s slipper in some tea might help your majesty.â€
oops
The room was silent. Her mother’s back had stiffened, and the entire court was looking at her with curiosity. Queen Anne was stunned. Satine lowered her head once again in shame. She shouldn’t have spoken. Her mother had told her not to speak unless she was told to. Why did she speak? A bead of cold sweat fell down her back. She didn’t realize she was nervous. Also, she was getting tired from curtsying for so long. She never realized before that it took so much leg strength.
“Pardon?â€
Feeling that she may as well continue speaking if she was already in this deep, she raised her head again. “Lady’s slipper, my lady, is an herb that can soothe stress, and the stress after childbirth. Would you like me to brew you some tea?â€
“Er, yes actually, please.â€
And Satine was dismissed to find the proper herbs. After that, some words must have passed between their royal highnesses and Satine‘s mother. Her mother must have told them that she was skilled with healing and herbs. Their royal majesties probably went on to say that it was a weird occupation for an aristocratic daughter to be interested in. her mother would have agreed with the majesties. Queen Anne would announce that she was interested in having Satine as a lady in waiting. King henry, indulging in his wife after her giving birth to a beautiful baby would have agreed to take Satine. Satine’s mother would have been pleased. Then Satine’s mother would have been dismissed.
~ ~ ~
A month later, the purple haired girl was the Queen’s favourite still, and always sat beside the queen at dinner. In the evenings, Satine would brew the queen a fresh cup of tea. Some for stress, others for sleeping, and more often than nought, she was asked to create one for helping with pregnancy. It was no secret to most, but Queen Anne desperately wanted another child. Having her little daughter Elizabeth had helped to put her on king Henry’s good side for a while, but he was becoming annoyed with the fact that Anne could not seem to produce another heir for him, and his eyes were beginning to roam.
His eyes had often fallen upon Satine herself, making her innocent body a rather hated ornament by the queen herself. The Queen wanted Satine gone, but then Satine was almost too helpful to dismiss. So Queen Anne would tolerate Satine, and treat her as fairly, if not better than the other girls, whilst Satine went on not knowing about the impending doom that was sure to happen. The court pretended to ignore the signs. That was the frightful dance of court life after all. One foot was always on the edge whilst another sat over the pit of fire. It was only ever a matter of time before the foot slipped and the dancer went falling down to burn alone.
~ ~ ~
One day, Satine sat in the Queen’s rooms. Queen Anne was doing needle point, and Satine was holding the ball of yarn. The other ladies had been dismissed. Satine’s hair had been braided carefully back, and then the rest of it had just fallen it’s full length to her mid-thigh. Her youthful complexion seemed to glow next to Queen Anne’s own waxy one. They had been sitting in silence for some time, and Satine had begun counting the tiles that made up the ceiling, in hopes that some time could be passed that way. Suddenly the silence was broken by her queen.
“How old are you Satine?â€
Startled out of her occupation, it took Satine a moment to answer. “I am nineteen my lady.â€
A moment of silence passed, and Satine figured that the lapse was complete, and she went back to counting tiles.
“He loves you, you know.â€
Startled once again, it took Satine several seconds to figure out just who she went. When she figured it out, calmness washed over her. “I know he does. I do not love him though. I would never do that to you my lady.â€
Silence.
“Do you not care about power?â€
“No. not at all. My mother does, Truthfully, I would not be here if she did not want me here.â€
“I see.â€
Silence sat quietly again. Speech seemed to be waiting silently in the dark corner, waiting to pounce upon the two lonely figures.
“Careful my child, he wants you. I can see it in his eyes.â€
Satine nodded, and they both went back to their own occupations. Silently, they agreed to never speak of it again.
~ ~ ~
This was bad. Very bad.
Satine had been pulled from her bed amidst screams of pain, and pure agony. Ladies in waiting surrounded Anne’s bed. Anne was sweating horribly, and her bedclothes were stained with her own blood. Near her feet lay a small wrapped bundle. Fearfully, Satine took it up into her arms, and slowly unwrapped it. She lifted away the white, blood stained linen, and saw a horribly disfigured baby bay. It was only the size of her hand, and it was still in the early stages of growth, but you could tell too easily that it was a boy. She looked up from the bundle, into the dark eyes of her queen.
“Take her awayâ€
The next thing Satine knew, she was being dragged away to the dungeons, too stunned to try to get away. She knew what she was being charged with. Just as she knew that it had been stupid to speak that day in court. She was going to be charged with something extremely childish, but she knew she would have no trial. Well she would, but the trial would be fatal. She was going to be charged as a witch.
A small giggle fled from her lips, as she was led down into the depths below the castle.
~ ~ ~
Satine’s ‘trial’ quietly happened the next day.
Normally, the king enjoyed having a full celebration to go with s beheading, but today was a bit of an embarrassment. Besides, why should they care about a lonely little woman with healing powers. She was just a witch anyway. Anyways, the trial would be standard procedure for the court. Satine’s head would be forcibly removed from her body by the axe. If her head could be reattached, she was a witch. If not, she was dead anyway. It was a joke really.
thump.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Satine’s hands flew to her throat as she sat up. Slowly, she became aware of her surroundings. She was wearing the lavender dress from before again. How odd. She hadn’t seen that dress in a while. She expected to see the dungeon walls around her when she looked up. Instead she was treated to the sight of a rather foreign country. The people around her were bustling about, seemingly unaware of her predicament, or just uncaring. Instead of worrying about what she would do now, she simply stood, and merged into the crowd. She was pretty sure that this was a dream anyway, and was happy enough to have a respite from reality.
She explored the streets around her, noting the slightly different look of the people around her. It was funny. They had slightly curved eyes. In fact, they looked a lot like her mother. Her mother’s mother was Japanese. And she had curved eyes like these people. Did that mean these people were Japanese? Maybe. It was funny to Satine that she would dream about her mother’s people now of all times. But she was happy to be there instead of back in her cell. And she would enjoy it while she could.
~ ~ ~
Over time, Satine began to realize that what was going on was not a dream at all, but a reality. People had spoken to her, and told her that she was dead, but she did not believe them. But, soon she began to learn more about where she was. It was a place called the Soul Society. It was made up of different sections. What interested Satine the most however, was the shinigami academy, where you could learn to be a warrior. Satine never wanted to have to be a helpless female again. She already had to be that in her human life. The idea of being a warrior thrilled her.
She quickly moved to one of the top females in her class, and one of the most popular ones as well. No one could seem to get enough of how pretty and little she was, and they all liked her because of her bubbly personality. She was a good fighter too. People did not really want to fight her, preferring to protect her, but she soon showed them what was what. She moved extremely fast, and since she loved to climb, was kind of hard to fight. You never really knew where she was because of her small stature, she found it easy to stay hidden. She became known for her flash-step and her ability of sneak attacks on her opponent. Although she trained every day as hard as she could to hone her melee combat and soon she could fight well enough that she didn’t need her large training sword, and instead she used a dagger, preferring to get in close with her attacks.
After a few years of being in the school, she began to prepare herself for graduation, hoping beyond hope to maybe have a place in the Gotei five. She wasn’t really looking for anything big, not wanting to get her hopes up, but she also did not want a small role either. She thought that she could maybe make it into the third division, because of her knowledge of healing. But she also really wanted to be in the second division, to be in it, you had to be stealthy, and she defiantly was that. But before that, she had to meet her sword spirit.
~ ~ ~
Satine had tried on too many occasions to meet her spirit, but alas it was to no avail. It seemed her spirit did not want to be met just yet. Satine tried everything. She meditated, she begged, she even began to search in her dreams. She wanted to meet her spirit that badly. One day, she plopped down in front of her room’s mirror in defeat, and stared at her own reflection. She pulled out her little tanto, and lay it in front of her, as if it were an offering. She just sat and stared for a few hours, as the sun slowly went down, and the moon rose. She did not know what she was waiting for, but since she had no other hopes. She just sat there and waited.
After a while, she figured she must have fallen asleep because she blinked and suddenly a girl, appeared. This girl was incredibly strange looking. She looked like Satine, but she was the negative form. Her skin was completely black, and the whites of her eyes were black as well. While Satine was wearing a black robe, the person in the mirror was wearing a white robe. Her hair was a light lavender colour, still purple, but a lot lighter than Satine’s own dark locks. They sat regarding each other for a few moments.
“hello.†Satine felt she should make the first interaction.
“hello Satine. You have shown me patience†Said the being.
Uncomfortable silence ensued.
“So you know my name.â€
“Yesâ€
“Are you my zanpakuto?â€
“possiblyâ€
‘What is your name?â€
Enitas
And the image was gone. Satine stood up to find that her little tanto was changed from a simple dagger to one with swirling gold designs all over it.
“Enitas eh?â€
Satine got up, stretching her sore muscles.
Enitas was Satine spelled backwards. Interesting.
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Satine Purpureo
CODENAME
O u t o f C h a r a c t e r
[/color]Hello my name is Sara. Do the math - I've been alive for sixteenyears and I have been Rping for just over ten months. I heard of this site from Amaya Sorien Rules, rules, password "bubblegum drops". You can chat it up ~ AIM, MSN, PM[/align]
[align=center]B A S I C S //
Laying down the bricks //[/size][/color][/font][/align]
• Nicknames |
• DOB | December 25 1514
• Age | 496, appears to be 19
• Sexuality | heterosexual
• Ethnicity | British/japanese
• Occupation | Shinigami
• Loyalty | Soul Society
[align=center]ABILITIES //
Proof of who I am //[/size][/color][/font][/align]
Zanpakutou
• Zanpakutou Spirit | Mokurei, meaning silent bow, is one of the scariest looking zanpakutou Satine has ever layed eyes on. Considering the fact that she can not see other zanpakutou, he is literally what Satine would have for a nightmare. Although she is frightened of him, she respects him as her master. Mokurei claims to be the spirit of an assassin from the twelfth century. Since it is extremely hard to question an eight foot tall, barrel chested man and live. Unless of course the man was kind, which Mokurei is most defiantly not.
For one thing, he is never seen without an enormous, three foot long machete clenched in his left hand, and always held at the ready. His clothing is long, black robes, darker than black. His hood is always pulled over his face just enough that you can never see it. He does not have feet, as the bottom of the spirit begins to disintegrate into nothingness after the knee area. Mokurei has a general aura of darkness surrounding him, making the world around him seem dark. Effectively, he carries his darkness with him. Travel is also made easier for this particular spirit, because whenever he wants to go anywhere, his whole body disintegrates into a black cloud of dust and he will appear wherever he wants.
Mokurei is quite intelligent, and has his own goals as well. Since he is so stealthy though, Satine has absolutely no clue as to what these are, so she simply always has to analyze what he says to her. Other than that, he seems to be completely neutral, not really caring who Satine serves, and why. He speaks in soft, quiet tones, and if Satine had to give him a face, she would give him one of a man in his early forties, with some brown stubble. Don't ask why.
• Inner World | Satine's inner world is an enormous, circular chasm in the earth. It is extremely dark, but there seems to be an unnatural light source coming from the walls so Satine can just barely see. The walls are made out of smooth rock, so there is nothing to grab onto even if Satine could find her way to the side of the chasm. So, Satine is always falling while she is there. Her spirit however, just seems to be forever standing in one position. So it gives this weird feeling of not actually falling when you are, and of Satine questioning whether or not she is actually falling. The hole is also filled with fog, and the fog always conveniently seems to cover Mokurei's feet.
When Satine is in a particularly bad mood, the clouds of fog will be gray, and fast moving like a thundercloud. In a good mood, they'll just be calm, white clouds of fog. Whenever Satine is about to exit her spirit world, the floor appears below her, and she'll always be one second before smashing her skull in when she'll exit suddenly.
• Sealed state | Satine's sword in it's sealed state is just a simple katana. There is absolutely nothing remarkable about it, because it has absolutely nothing about special about it, except for what it means to her. The hilt is black, with some nice white stitching, and the casing is all black as well. What makes it so extraordinary, is the fact that it looks exactly like the one that belonged to a man who drugged her, stole her from her work, raped her, fought her with it, and then it ended up in his stomach by Satine sticking it there for a handy place to keep it. Satine only tolerates her zanpakutou to remember that pleasant man, and the exceptionally pleasant months she stayed with him. She misses him terribly.
Shikai
• Overall Abilities | Satine uses a needle form of shuriken at mid-range for her fighting method. The needles are designed to be thrown at an enemy's pressure point. Satine infuses them with her own reitsu to make them go faster, and they are completely silent, so they good for sneak attacks. Satine holds a max of eight needles at a time, four in each hand, and she has to wait for a total of two posts to create new ones. Satine throws the needles at a maximum distance of fifteen feet to hit her opponent's pressure points. At maximum strength, the needles can go five inches into wood from fifteen feet. Since the needles are only sharp at the end, they can not be used to block. So she wears metal bracers on her wrists.
Satine can also create smaller needles, in her mouth out of her own reitsu. These needles contain a tiny bit of poison that gives a small paralysis. This gives Satine the ability to escape the grasp of her opponent. The paralysis only lasts into Satine's opponent's post, and all it does is make the opponent let go of Satine. The needle is shot using her tongue. Something that took long training sessions to master. Satine can only use this type of needle twice.
• Release phrase | damarikomu
• Shikai Appearance | The shikai appearance of Satine's sword is needle shuriken. The zanpakutou obtains this state by Satine sliding her hand along the sword's flat side. She uses one hand to hide the sword from her enemy's view, by sliding her hand across it, as the other holds the hilt. She slowly slides her hand across it towards said hilt. Once her hand has made it's course, the sword seems to have been completely dissipated. At the hilt, she finishes the slide by going over her hilt-holding hand. And then the hilt is gone as well. She then punches her fists together, and comes away holding a ten inch long, black needle between each finger. At the end of each one is a slightly tapered point, and all the weight of the needle is to the front.
Bankai
• Overall Abilities | (1 paragraph for each ability)(4 maximum)
• Release phrase | (Insert here)
• Bankai Appearance | (Insert here) [IMG*]image url (if there is an image)[/IMG]
[align=center]APPEARANCE //
Further than just the skin //[/align]
• Height | 5'4''
• Weight | 117
• Hair color & Style | purple
• Eye color | ice blue
• Overall Appearance | Satine is an English woman through and through, but sometimes her mother's Japanese heritage sneaks through. The effect is quite pretty, yet somehow foreign. Satine is quite small for her age and is also very delicately made. Her mouth is one of the only things that are big. Being quite friendly (mostly), her mouth is usually always in a large smile, and her eyes are always full of light. Her hands are small and thin like pianist hands, and her entire frame is frail looking and just plain little. Don't let that fool you. She actually has quite well toned muscles that are evidence of years of training. Her body is lithe and quite flexible, and she moves along as gracefully as a cat. And although Satine has little features, her hands are perfect for grasping her weapon. She moves with a certain elegance and grace that only a small body can attain, and since she is so small, she can also move quite silently when she wants too. On her back is the only blemish on her otherwise perfect skin. One long scar begins at the top of her right shoulder, and ends at the curve on her bottom left hip.
Satine's eyes and hair are one of the discerning features that makes her stand out in a crowd. Her hair is a long, shiny purple colour that can almost look black in some lights. It falls to halfway through her thigh muscles, and she is quite proud of it so she normally wears it down unless she is fighting. If she is in a fight, she will tie it into a loose bun, or a ponytail. Satine’s eyes are a beautiful blue colour, and she loves them as well. They have been described as pools of ice. Instead of being just normal Caucasian eyes though, they curve slightly. An effect from her mother. When she lets her eyes be seen easily, her stare is so intense that it would make many people uncomfortable. Her eyes and hair actually go quite well with her pale skin, making her actually quite a nice looking woman.
Under her robes, Satine wears the special forces uniform and on hot days, she will not even bother with the robes, preferring to just wear the outfit underneath because she hates the looseness of the robes. In the summertime she may even go without shoes. When she does wear the long robes, she will match it with a purple ribbon around her waist. When she wears shoes, she likes to wear the traditional sandals or her soft leather 'ninja' boots. They are called so because they are the best for sneaking up on people with. When she is in her gigai, she prefers to wear really cute little outfits. She would wear a long plaid shirt or sweater with black leggings and heels.
[align=center]PERSONALITY //
Understand the invisible //[/size][/color][/font][/align]
• Favorite Color [/color] |
Purple. Only because it's the colour of her hair. Otherwise it would be that blue that is there just before the sun rises, and just after the moon has gone down.
• Likes [/color] |
Training § Satine trains hard because many people look down on her small stature. She feels that to keep up with the other shinigami, she should be extremely physically fit.
Cake § Satine loves sweet things, and cakes are one of them. A nicely decorated little cake can work wonders with Satine
Climbing § Satine loves to climb, whether it be trees, walls, buildings, fountains, or people. She will climb it.
SILENCE: A fickle thing in today‘s community, sometimes it can be considered good, and sometimes bad. To Satine, it is good. She grew up in a world of it.
BOOKS: Such foreign objects! Books are filled with knowledge, knowledge that Satine wishes to gain. She can spend countless hours reading anything. Be it a science text, or a fantasy, she will drink each word right up! She also loves the smell of new books, and her nose is often in them, giving them a big whiff!
MOONLIGHT: Things always appear in shadow under the moon, but their true beauty is often shown. Satine chooses the night for the best time to travel, because there is no one to bother her their. She also likes the fact that under the moon, her skin glows, and she’s kinda vain so, you know.
SUNLIGHT: Just as she adores the moon, she also loves the sun. The light cast by it can brighten any day, and wash any body with warmth. With no prejudices. When it is sunny, Satine will sit in the sun and read, or paint.
DANCING: Since Dancing is a main part of Satine's power, she loves to do it. And she loves wearing costumes as she does it.
PAINTING: Although she isn't very good (not good at all in fact) She still loves to indulge in it. Her crooked lines make no pattern, and make no sense, but she loves to do it. Often, she will paint for no specific person, but when she does, she is showing that she likes said person.
RAIN: She likes rain for the fresh scent that it brings, and for the silence that it brings as well. When it rains, most people do not travel about. So, it makes it a perfect time to go for a stroll in her opinion.
STORIES: What is better than a good, woven story? Nothing. A story told well is as good as money in Satine's opinion. She likes to write down the stories she hears so that she can pass them on, or read them again later.
STARS: Each star represents a person in the human world in Satine’s opinion, so every star is someone that needs protecting. Normally this thought would wreck most people when they think of all those people. But to Satine, it represents a challenge.
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• Dislikes [/color] |
Bitterness § She hates bitterness whether it be from people or from food. Satine thinks it would be best if people could just let the past go. She also hates it when her cakes are bitter.
Unneeded pain § Probably like any other shinigami, Satine hates it when people go through unheeded pain, or innocent lives are messed with.
Annoying people that look down on her § She hates it that people look down on her because of her small stature even though it is a must because she is so short.
Spiders § Spiders creep her out, and if she ever were to see one, she would probably climb the nearest object and stay there until the spider disappeared, or until someone got rid of it.
SLEEPING: Satine is deathly afraid of sleeping, and so she tries her best not too. She is now able to stay awake and alert for just over two days without passing out. But then she must sleep for a day. In her idea though, as long as she is not having nightmares, she is happy. So as long as she can prolong it for, the happier she will be.
CHEESE: Being deathly allergic to something is no joke, and it is no joke for Satine either. She has never told anyone of this allergy, for fear that they may use it against her, like a crazy cheese poison or something, but it is something she dislikes.
CRYING: It is a sign of inner weakness and Satine always tries to promote the fact that she is very strong. She hates feeling weak, and so she hates crying. But crying makes her feel weak. It’s a vicious cycle really.
LOUDNESS: It is actually more than a dislike, it is a fear. She hates disruptions and loud noises ruining her day, and is actually quite afraid of the source as well. She is quite the skittish person really.
SMOKE: Smoke means fire, and fire means burning. Not a good word in Satine's opinion. Enough said. She also does not appreciate the other type of smoke, cigarette smoke. She hates it when humans smoke. They are slowly killing themselves just so that they can come and crowd up the society even more. Hello, smoke means cancer people, and she does not feel like having it.
• Flaws [/color] |
* EMOTIONLESS: Satine never was really one to show her emotion, but the type to just let it roar inside her. She doesn’t show others her emotion, and finds it a huge embarrassment if she does show her own emotions. If she’s really tired, it gets even worse.
* CLUELESS: For all her intellect, and for all her strength, Satine has never felt love for anyone but the type of brotherly love. So she is extremely clueless when it comes to love, and to other people’s emotions of love.
* SELF-WORTHLESS: To her, if there is any possible way of keeping her crew mates dying, she will always sacrifice herself. She doesn’t see her life as important as others, and always puts even a defenseless citizen above her own life. Even if it is someone she doesn’t know, and they are not her enemy, she will always put their life above hers.
* STUBBORN: More like stubborn as a mule. Satine likes things to get her way, and hates it when decisions are made when she isn't there. She doesn't like it when she isn't included in missions either because she hates having to stay home and worry.
• Habits [/color] |
Climbing § Satine climbs things everywhere she goes, and this is probably because in her subconscious she feels the need to be taller. If she is climbing, she is above everyone else.
RUNNING: Whether that be running from her own fears and problems or emotions, or if it's running for the practice, Satine loves to run.
EXPLORING: is another one of her hobbies. Whether it's in the rukongai, in the human world or in the seritei, she loves to just wander and see the sights.
• Fears[/color] |
~Death of another human being close to her. She would rather die herself then let another of her own group die before her.
~Satine also fears healing, seeing it as witchcraft. This is brought up, because of her human life.
~Satine also fears failing the soul society
• Goals[/color] |
~I wanna be the very best that no one ever was. To catch them is my real test to train em is my cauuussseeee..........Sorry. That is meh goal
. No actually it's just to kill as many hollow that Satine can get her hands on, and then some. She hates their leach like souls.~Satine wants to own a black flowy cape that goes woosh when she walks.
• Overall Personality[/color] |
Satine feels the need to always move and never stay in one position. So, while she is talking to someone, or they to her, she will be either moving her feet to an unknown beat, or dancing around the room. She will still have all her attention on the speaker so they need not worry. Satine also may randomly burst into song at some point, no matter what it is she is doing (unless she is on a mission). Be it operatic or modern, she will sing it. Luckily for everyone else, she actually has a very nice voice. A problem though is that Satine can be very uncooperative, and she will not listen well to authority.
Satine is a very capable and responsible person. She would be the type to take charge in an emergency and people would listen. She is very outgoing and very into dramatic outbursts. Most people would call her a social queen bee, if it weren’t for the fact that Satine gets really into her work and is a very hard captain. When she is on a job, she is all work and no play, because she knows that to keep people alive, you have to be serious. When she is off the job, she is very irresponsible, as if to make up for the time spent being responsible. She hates paperwork, and will mostly leave any that she has to her vice, preferring to go climb a tree instead. Satine also likes to randomly sneak up on people. She will creep up and jump, so people should watch their backs...Satine is also known for doing random things such as poke things with sticks, do cartwheels down the hall, say random things, be a ninja, make mountains out of molehills, and be random.
She is the type of person who always seems to be happy, and she is also quite hyper. Sometimes though, when she runs out of fuel, she can turn into a horrible black version of herself, being rude to people and having a short temper. Though a deadly fighter, Satine can be surprisingly clumsy when she isn't paying attention, tripping on nothing and running into things be what often happens. She also has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and she also likes to stand up for the underdog. She is also fiercely protective, if anyone were to hurt any of her friends or people in her squad, she would protect them with all her might. Although she is small and looks like the one that needs protecting, she fights with a graceful and powerful nature.
[align=center]HISTORY //
Tell me a tale... //[/align]
IMPORTANT TO NOTE: Should include a triggering memory from human life, and some of the time in the academy (to portray their strengths and ect.) If shikai is obtained, then must explain on how the voice of the zanpakutou spirit was heard, and the meeting in the 'inner world'.
• Birthplace | England
• Mother | yuki Purpureo
• Father | Constantine purpureo
• Siblings | N/A
• Other Relations | N/A
• Companion | N/A
• Overall history |
The long skirt of her dress crinkled as she spread it on her knees for the thirty millionth time. It wasn't her fault though. The carriage kept jumping, and ruining the smoothness of it. Her mother slapped her hand away for the thirty billionth time as well. She had told her to stop that. She was supposed to stop touching her skirt. Because the Queen would get disappointed with how she looked. The queen. Queen Anne. Queen Anne Boleyn. The queen of England. The queen of Satine. Did that rhyme? Maybe. The skirt, that was purple, a nice lavender to match Satine's hair, was going to ruin it for her though. What a stupid skirt.
A soft sigh escaped her lips, as she stared out of the carriage window. Every so often, Satine’s head would bounce back and hit the soft velvet wall behind her. It didn’t seem to bother her though, as it actually had happened at least thirty billion times over the time of the long trip. They were travelling to the Queen’s residence. Well, one of them. They were travelling to the one in London. Satine was to become a lady in waiting for her. It had been decided last summer, when Satine and her parents had come to the castle for a visit.
The red hair above the pale face had thrown Satine off for a moment. Her queen had brown hair she had thought. But that queen had gone away. Her mother told her that the Queen had to go away. So, England had gained a new Queen. Queen Elizabeth. It seemed to Satine that England changed monarchs like the change of seasons. It would just be a manner of time before this new one was gone as well.
Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back. She was so weary of traveling. They had traveled even through the night, and Satine’s thoughts were as muddled as a bee trapped behind glass. She couldn’t think properly, and her thoughts were too scattered to make sense of any of them. A few moments passed, a few moments of the sound of the rattling of the cart, and a few moments of the sound of her mother and maid’s talk. A few moments of the mornings light streaming into her eyelids, and then there was nothing but black.
~ ~ ~
A hand pulled her out of the carriage, and she was led to a dark room.
~ ~ ~
Hands pulled at her clothes, and slipped on something soft, softer than her dress.
~ ~ ~
Light streamed into the window, and Satine was slowly coming to terms with her surroundings. She was in a bedroom, from what she could gather. Her carefully done hair had been taken out of it’s high style, and was flowing around her, and she was wearing a pale white nightgown. Looking curiously around her, she sat up, swinging her legs to touch them to the ground. A second later, she instantly retracted them. She had forgotten for a small moment about the fact that the floor was always cold in the morning. Hesitantly, she touched one toe to the floor, and after flinching for a moment, she let the touch of the smooth ground grow on her. And a numbness sprouted, letting her feet forget warmth and embrace the cold.
After she was able to stand, she was just making her way over to the room’s only window to find where she was, when her mother already dressed and bathed rushed in. “Come Satine, come get washed, we are already behind!†Without a word of anything from her daughter, she grabbed her away, steering her over to the room’s wash basin. A short gasp burst from her small cold-chapped lips as her face was suddenly aquainted with the substance called water. The water wasn’t warm either. As if guessing her thoughts, her mother’s cheery voice announced to her that the water would have been warm if she had only been a bit quicker in awakening.
After that was done with, a team of her mother’s maids rushed in, and pulled the white shift up over her head, and onto the floor. They brought in the lavender gown again, although it was freshly cleaned now, and smelled of lavender as well as looking like it. After quickly putting her hair back to perfection Satine was ready for meeting Queen Anne. The second queen to his majesty, King Henry the eighth. And by how the rumours were going, defiantly not his last.
She was walking now, out the door, and up some stairs. Her mother rushed along ahead of her. She led her lake a happy bobbing dog. Her mother was happy that Satine was being given the honourable position of being a lady in waiting to the queen herself. Satine just wanted her home. Finally, they were in the more lavish parts of the castle, and a steady buzzing that Satine had mistaken for bees, turned into the buzzing of the court as finally they turned a corner and came upon the throne room. There was a large fat man sitting in a chair beside a decidedly too thin woman. A lady stood next to the woman holding a small, red haired child. Satine began searching for the king with her eyes.
All the while, her mother had been leading her closer and closer to the pair at the front of the room. The noise had settled down as they were led closer, and it was suddenly quiet. Her mother stopped, and fell into a curtsy, automatically, Satine followed suit, although she had no idea who she was curtsying to and why. Her mother always told her a saying as she was growing up. What was it? “When left to flutter, follow mother†So, Satine often left her troubles to her mother, and took life in a rather languid fashion.
The big fat man opened his mouth. “And who do we have here, eh?â€
Was Satine meant to speak?
“When left to flutter, follow motherâ€
“Your royal majesties, may I present Satine Purpureo, my daughter, and the one that our most gracious Queen Anne sent for?â€
“You may,†said a cold voice. It was thin, and held a slight waiver. It seemed stressed. “Raise your eyes to me child.â€
Obediently, Satine lifted her eyes up to stare into the thin woman’s eyes. The stare was weak, and the woman seemed to recoil at Satine’s stare rather than the other way around as it should be. Satine opened her mouth, a small murmur falling out. “Lady’s slipper in some tea might help your majesty.â€
oops
The room was silent. Her mother’s back had stiffened, and the entire court was looking at her with curiosity. Queen Anne was stunned. Satine lowered her head once again in shame. She shouldn’t have spoken. Her mother had told her not to speak unless she was told to. Why did she speak? A bead of cold sweat fell down her back. She didn’t realize she was nervous. Also, she was getting tired from curtsying for so long. She never realized before that it took so much leg strength.
“Pardon?â€
Feeling that she may as well continue speaking if she was already in this deep, she raised her head again. “Lady’s slipper, my lady, is an herb that can soothe stress, and the stress after childbirth. Would you like me to brew you some tea?â€
“Er, yes actually, please.â€
And Satine was dismissed to find the proper herbs. After that, some words must have passed between their royal highnesses and Satine‘s mother. Her mother must have told them that she was skilled with healing and herbs. Their royal majesties probably went on to say that it was a weird occupation for an aristocratic daughter to be interested in. her mother would have agreed with the majesties. Queen Anne would announce that she was interested in having Satine as a lady in waiting. King henry, indulging in his wife after her giving birth to a beautiful baby would have agreed to take Satine. Satine’s mother would have been pleased. Then Satine’s mother would have been dismissed.
~ ~ ~
A month later, the purple haired girl was the Queen’s favourite still, and always sat beside the queen at dinner. In the evenings, Satine would brew the queen a fresh cup of tea. Some for stress, others for sleeping, and more often than nought, she was asked to create one for helping with pregnancy. It was no secret to most, but Queen Anne desperately wanted another child. Having her little daughter Elizabeth had helped to put her on king Henry’s good side for a while, but he was becoming annoyed with the fact that Anne could not seem to produce another heir for him, and his eyes were beginning to roam.
His eyes had often fallen upon Satine herself, making her innocent body a rather hated ornament by the queen herself. The Queen wanted Satine gone, but then Satine was almost too helpful to dismiss. So Queen Anne would tolerate Satine, and treat her as fairly, if not better than the other girls, whilst Satine went on not knowing about the impending doom that was sure to happen. The court pretended to ignore the signs. That was the frightful dance of court life after all. One foot was always on the edge whilst another sat over the pit of fire. It was only ever a matter of time before the foot slipped and the dancer went falling down to burn alone.
~ ~ ~
One day, Satine sat in the Queen’s rooms. Queen Anne was doing needle point, and Satine was holding the ball of yarn. The other ladies had been dismissed. Satine’s hair had been braided carefully back, and then the rest of it had just fallen it’s full length to her mid-thigh. Her youthful complexion seemed to glow next to Queen Anne’s own waxy one. They had been sitting in silence for some time, and Satine had begun counting the tiles that made up the ceiling, in hopes that some time could be passed that way. Suddenly the silence was broken by her queen.
“How old are you Satine?â€
Startled out of her occupation, it took Satine a moment to answer. “I am nineteen my lady.â€
A moment of silence passed, and Satine figured that the lapse was complete, and she went back to counting tiles.
“He loves you, you know.â€
Startled once again, it took Satine several seconds to figure out just who she went. When she figured it out, calmness washed over her. “I know he does. I do not love him though. I would never do that to you my lady.â€
Silence.
“Do you not care about power?â€
“No. not at all. My mother does, Truthfully, I would not be here if she did not want me here.â€
“I see.â€
Silence sat quietly again. Speech seemed to be waiting silently in the dark corner, waiting to pounce upon the two lonely figures.
“Careful my child, he wants you. I can see it in his eyes.â€
Satine nodded, and they both went back to their own occupations. Silently, they agreed to never speak of it again.
~ ~ ~
This was bad. Very bad.
Satine had been pulled from her bed amidst screams of pain, and pure agony. Ladies in waiting surrounded Anne’s bed. Anne was sweating horribly, and her bedclothes were stained with her own blood. Near her feet lay a small wrapped bundle. Fearfully, Satine took it up into her arms, and slowly unwrapped it. She lifted away the white, blood stained linen, and saw a horribly disfigured baby bay. It was only the size of her hand, and it was still in the early stages of growth, but you could tell too easily that it was a boy. She looked up from the bundle, into the dark eyes of her queen.
“Take her awayâ€
The next thing Satine knew, she was being dragged away to the dungeons, too stunned to try to get away. She knew what she was being charged with. Just as she knew that it had been stupid to speak that day in court. She was going to be charged with something extremely childish, but she knew she would have no trial. Well she would, but the trial would be fatal. She was going to be charged as a witch.
A small giggle fled from her lips, as she was led down into the depths below the castle.
~ ~ ~
Satine’s ‘trial’ quietly happened the next day.
Normally, the king enjoyed having a full celebration to go with s beheading, but today was a bit of an embarrassment. Besides, why should they care about a lonely little woman with healing powers. She was just a witch anyway. Anyways, the trial would be standard procedure for the court. Satine’s head would be forcibly removed from her body by the axe. If her head could be reattached, she was a witch. If not, she was dead anyway. It was a joke really.
thump.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Satine’s hands flew to her throat as she sat up. Slowly, she became aware of her surroundings. She was wearing the lavender dress from before again. How odd. She hadn’t seen that dress in a while. She expected to see the dungeon walls around her when she looked up. Instead she was treated to the sight of a rather foreign country. The people around her were bustling about, seemingly unaware of her predicament, or just uncaring. Instead of worrying about what she would do now, she simply stood, and merged into the crowd. She was pretty sure that this was a dream anyway, and was happy enough to have a respite from reality.
She explored the streets around her, noting the slightly different look of the people around her. It was funny. They had slightly curved eyes. In fact, they looked a lot like her mother. Her mother’s mother was Japanese. And she had curved eyes like these people. Did that mean these people were Japanese? Maybe. It was funny to Satine that she would dream about her mother’s people now of all times. But she was happy to be there instead of back in her cell. And she would enjoy it while she could.
~ ~ ~
Over time, Satine began to realize that what was going on was not a dream at all, but a reality. People had spoken to her, and told her that she was dead, but she did not believe them. But, soon she began to learn more about where she was. It was a place called the Soul Society. It was made up of different sections. What interested Satine the most however, was the shinigami academy, where you could learn to be a warrior. Satine never wanted to have to be a helpless female again. She already had to be that in her human life. The idea of being a warrior thrilled her.
She quickly moved to one of the top females in her class, and one of the most popular ones as well. No one could seem to get enough of how pretty and little she was, and they all liked her because of her bubbly personality. She was a good fighter too. People did not really want to fight her, preferring to protect her, but she soon showed them what was what. She moved extremely fast, and since she loved to climb, was kind of hard to fight. You never really knew where she was because of her small stature, she found it easy to stay hidden. She became known for her flash-step and her ability of sneak attacks on her opponent. Although she trained every day as hard as she could to hone her melee combat and soon she could fight well enough that she didn’t need her large training sword, and instead she used a dagger, preferring to get in close with her attacks.
After a few years of being in the school, she began to prepare herself for graduation, hoping beyond hope to maybe have a place in the Gotei five. She wasn’t really looking for anything big, not wanting to get her hopes up, but she also did not want a small role either. She thought that she could maybe make it into the third division, because of her knowledge of healing. But she also really wanted to be in the second division, to be in it, you had to be stealthy, and she defiantly was that. But before that, she had to meet her sword spirit.
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Satine had tried on too many occasions to meet her spirit, but alas it was to no avail. It seemed her spirit did not want to be met just yet. Satine tried everything. She meditated, she begged, she even began to search in her dreams. She wanted to meet her spirit that badly. One day, she plopped down in front of her room’s mirror in defeat, and stared at her own reflection. She pulled out her little tanto, and lay it in front of her, as if it were an offering. She just sat and stared for a few hours, as the sun slowly went down, and the moon rose. She did not know what she was waiting for, but since she had no other hopes. She just sat there and waited.
After a while, she figured she must have fallen asleep because she blinked and suddenly a girl, appeared. This girl was incredibly strange looking. She looked like Satine, but she was the negative form. Her skin was completely black, and the whites of her eyes were black as well. While Satine was wearing a black robe, the person in the mirror was wearing a white robe. Her hair was a light lavender colour, still purple, but a lot lighter than Satine’s own dark locks. They sat regarding each other for a few moments.
“hello.†Satine felt she should make the first interaction.
“hello Satine. You have shown me patience†Said the being.
Uncomfortable silence ensued.
“So you know my name.â€
“Yesâ€
“Are you my zanpakuto?â€
“possiblyâ€
‘What is your name?â€
Enitas
And the image was gone. Satine stood up to find that her little tanto was changed from a simple dagger to one with swirling gold designs all over it.
“Enitas eh?â€
Satine got up, stretching her sore muscles.
Enitas was Satine spelled backwards. Interesting.
RP SAMPLE // sorry, I used one from another site.
[align=justify]Satine Daioujou raised her head from where it had rested upon her little knobbly knees. She was situated in the corner of the room, and had been sitting there for quite some time. She had just spent the last hour crying, and her eyes were red and puffy from it. Her mother had been yelling at her again for something that Satine herself thought was trivial. She had been hiding underneath her family's porch, and had found a small mouse, the mouse was a dull gray colour, and had bright, intelligent eyes. When Satine came out from under the porch, she had tucked the little mouse into her pocket, to keep it as a friend.
The family had been quietly eating their breakfast, when suddenly the discontented mouse had leaped out of her little silk pocket, and out onto the breakfast table. Of course, pandemonium had ensued. Her younger brother had been a little surprised, but then excited, and her mother had screamed and fainted like a proper lady should, and her father had glared at her with a stony face. Although she had seen the smile behind it. Her father loved her, but he had to be strict for her mother's benefit. While all this had happened, food had been scattered everywhere, servants had scattered, guards had come in at her mother's screams, and Satine had sat and shivered fearfully in her seat.
Satine was little for her age, and quite skinny, so she had a reason to be frightened of her mother who was quite a tall woman. her mother had large hands, which would normally be wonderful for holding a child with, or caressing them, but mostly she just used them for slapping Satine with, and lately she had begun to punch as well. She never lain a hand on her brother Ryouji, who was a year younger than her, and for that, Satine was gladdened. She was not allowed to anyways. For Ryouji was to be the successor of her father's house. Satine however, was needed for nothing except for being a bride, and reproducing children. And for that, her mother detested her, often calling her useless, and unneeded.
After the proper punishment of a harsh slap across the face, her mother had thrown her into the box. The room was called the box, because it would only open from the outside, and once it was closed, you could not exit until it was opened once more from the outside. Everyone knew that once she was in there, she could not leave until her mother collected her. So every time, Satine would have to wait for hours without food or water, waiting for her beloved mother to come rescue her. Sometimes, she saw Ryouji sitting outside the door, but then her mother would come collect him and drag him away. The servants would bring her a small treat every now and then, because they loved their little mistress, but they would never stayed long, because they feared her mother more than they loved Satine.
So now, when a boy about Ryouji's age entered the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him, Satine was a bit surprised. What was this boy doing here? Was he a new servant boy or something? But then he began to talk with her, and he looked straight at her, instead of the way the servants kept their head bowed in respect. "well, you actually just ruined your chance of getting out of here, so your people will have to wait. She talked slowly, her voice raw from no water, and still wavering a little from crying. "I'm so sorry, but that door does not open from the inside you see. There is no way out." She was still surprised to see him, and a little scared for him, as she was unsure of when her mother would be back.[/align]
The family had been quietly eating their breakfast, when suddenly the discontented mouse had leaped out of her little silk pocket, and out onto the breakfast table. Of course, pandemonium had ensued. Her younger brother had been a little surprised, but then excited, and her mother had screamed and fainted like a proper lady should, and her father had glared at her with a stony face. Although she had seen the smile behind it. Her father loved her, but he had to be strict for her mother's benefit. While all this had happened, food had been scattered everywhere, servants had scattered, guards had come in at her mother's screams, and Satine had sat and shivered fearfully in her seat.
Satine was little for her age, and quite skinny, so she had a reason to be frightened of her mother who was quite a tall woman. her mother had large hands, which would normally be wonderful for holding a child with, or caressing them, but mostly she just used them for slapping Satine with, and lately she had begun to punch as well. She never lain a hand on her brother Ryouji, who was a year younger than her, and for that, Satine was gladdened. She was not allowed to anyways. For Ryouji was to be the successor of her father's house. Satine however, was needed for nothing except for being a bride, and reproducing children. And for that, her mother detested her, often calling her useless, and unneeded.
After the proper punishment of a harsh slap across the face, her mother had thrown her into the box. The room was called the box, because it would only open from the outside, and once it was closed, you could not exit until it was opened once more from the outside. Everyone knew that once she was in there, she could not leave until her mother collected her. So every time, Satine would have to wait for hours without food or water, waiting for her beloved mother to come rescue her. Sometimes, she saw Ryouji sitting outside the door, but then her mother would come collect him and drag him away. The servants would bring her a small treat every now and then, because they loved their little mistress, but they would never stayed long, because they feared her mother more than they loved Satine.
So now, when a boy about Ryouji's age entered the room, swiftly shutting the door behind him, Satine was a bit surprised. What was this boy doing here? Was he a new servant boy or something? But then he began to talk with her, and he looked straight at her, instead of the way the servants kept their head bowed in respect. "well, you actually just ruined your chance of getting out of here, so your people will have to wait. She talked slowly, her voice raw from no water, and still wavering a little from crying. "I'm so sorry, but that door does not open from the inside you see. There is no way out." She was still surprised to see him, and a little scared for him, as she was unsure of when her mother would be back.[/align]
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