Kenshou Ine - Shinigami (Finished)

[Kenshou Ine]

Shinigami

"Who are you...?"

Name:Kenshou Ine
Age:357
Gender:Male
Height & Weight:5’9” & 145 lbs.
Eye & Hair Color:Blue & Dirty Blonde

"I define who I am!"

Appearance: Kenshou differs most notably in a one major way and a few minor ways from most other Shinigami, the major way is that he often goes barefoot not wearing any kind of protection on his feet. The minor ways include that he actually wears a watch. It's a silver rectangular watch on a black leather band. What makes it interesting is that while Kenshou is left handed he wears it on his right and with the watch face on the bottom of his arm rather than the top like most people. He always seems to be looking at the watch as if he's late for something. The other way that he differs is that Kenshou now keeps his right arm completely bandaged up to and around his upper chest. He does this to conceal two twenty foot chains, each with an iron weight at the end, wrapped along his arm and between two layers of bandages. He can use them by releasing the clasp that holds the bandages together that is on his hand lowering it so the weights fall into his hand and then throwing them. The chains are concealed nicely by the bandage which the chains are lopped through. Making it look like the bandage on his arm is what’s propelling at the target.

Spoiler:

"... And my actions define me!"

Personality Traits:
Positive Traits:

• Truthful – Kenshou believes that the truth is one of the most important things a person has and they should never break that honesty.
  
• Watchful – Kenshou never seems to stop moving his eyes around as if he always expects something to happen.
  
• Realistic – Kenshou believes that the situation is what it is and there is no point to being pessimistic or optimistic.
  
• Loyal – Kenshou believes that his friends are important and that he should stand by them regardless of any differences.
  
• Competitive – In his enjoyment and passion to win Kenshou often pushes himself to do his very best.
  

Negative Traits:

• Lazy – While Kenshou may be competitive he has no real goal other than the immediate victory.
  
• Stubborn – Kenshou never likes being told he is wrong and even has trouble taking orders, often grumbling about them long after their completed.
  
• Rash – Often times Kenshou can act without thinking in situations that could use more tact then he is willing to use.
  
• Blunt – Mixed with being rash has caused more problems for Kenshou than he can count. Often speaking his mind withought thinking through how he says things might offend or upset people.
  
• Competative – A double edged sword that often causes Kenshou to push to win causes those around him to be upset when we does win most of the time.
  

"You caught me in a Mono-log!"

Additional information: Kenshou always seems to be more in the mood for taking a nap in the sun, rather than training or filling out paperwork. He is more often than not in trouble for putting duties off to sneak off and take these naps. While most people seeing him napping he is often in his inner world with his Zanpakuto. He usually lies down and lays his sword across his chest, the tip down by his legs and the hilt by his head. There isn’t anywhere else he’d rather be in those moments. While in his inner world with his Zanpakuto he often spends his time playing games or telling stories much like one would for a younger sibling than a Zanpakuto spirit, but that is how Kenshou often feels about Sera and Hannelore.

Quite often the only time Kenshou seems to be around and happens more often, because he is in the fifth division is combat training and practice. Even though this seems to be the time when Kenshou and Sera seem to clash the most over ideals, Kenshou can’t help himself. He just loves the rush he gets when competing with the other Shinigami. Even though Sera, screams and pleads him not to fight and hurt the others he can’t help it with his competitive side. He just loves beating them and proving his worth in the fifth division, where they have a saying about kicking your ass. If they aren’t doing it now, they will be in a few seconds.

Kenshou has one real goal for the time being and there isn’t much that’s going to stop him. He wants to be the best in the fifth division. He doesn’t want to lose to anyone else. He wants to embody the raw power that is the fifth division. The problem is Sera on the other hand wants nothing to do with that goal and often refuses to talk to Kenshou after training with other Shinigami. Usually he can coax her to talk to him if asks if she wants to play a game. Hannelore and Kenshou have a completely different relationship, one that is driven by their similar wish for bloodlust. It often seems like it would push Sera out of the picture.

Much of his life continues on like this between his competitive nature and the lazy shinigami often passing off work to others in favor of time where he can comfort his Zanpakuto that he isn’t going to hurt anyone of their friends. Finally Kenshou's reiatsu is a sky blue color.

"You will be punished!"

Zanpakuto Spirit & Inner World: Sera is a small child who appears as a girl, but also has several fox traits such as ears and a tail. She has blue eyes and long blond hair. While looking no older than a young child Sera claims to be over ten thousand and even with that claim she often acts and has ideologies similar to a child. She often tells Kenshou that violence is not an answer and that there are more paths to victory than slashing through an enemy, even telling him at times she refuses to help him kill. Like Kenshou she is stubborn and often ignores him when we tries to talk her into a different point of view. Sera often looks up to Kenshou like an older brother and loves to play when he comes into the inner world. She often holds back when Kenshou asks her questions about the inner world beyond the scope of the island.

Sera:

Hannelore is the second spirit of Kenshou, she is the more fierce and angry of the two. It seems that what Sera lacks in fierceness is more than made up for in Hannelore’s bloodlust. She often times tries to convince Kenshou to throw away all care and to abandon all those around him in hopes to bring out a blood frenzy in him. This anger is often seen as the balance to the passiveness that is brought to Kenshou by Sera. While Hannelore is more like Kenshou in her fierceness she lacks the compassion for others that is a large part of Kenshou.

Hannelore:

Kenshou’s inner world is a small island that contains an old growth forest. The forest itself covers most of the island and hides the sky away creating an almost light depraved place for Kenshou to talk to Sera. Kenshou can always find Sera in the middle of the forest where a small clearing exists. The trees seem to have made a dome above the clearing to block out the sun like the rest of the forest even though no trees grow in the clearing. It always is cloudy and the sun never shines through the clouds, creating a calm yet cold atmosphere. A cold fog surrounds the island at a distance keeping it sealed off from whatever else may be in the sea. Often times Kenshou can make out something moving in the fog, but he is never quite sure of what it is and Sera refuses to talk about what lies beyond the fog with Kenshou.

Sealed Zanpakuto: Kenshou’s Zanpakuto in its sealed form is a Katana that has a circular ring guard connected by three swirled posts to the sword. It is made of steel and seems to be very old. The hilt is wrapped in a black cord that reveals blue diamonds of cloth underneath to help create a grip on the sword.

Sealed Zanpakuto:

Shikai Zanpakuto: Reverse Sera and Sharpen Hannelore – Sera the first blade when released reverse the blade becoming a reversed blade sword. This falls in line for Sera’s hatred of killing or fighting anything. The guard disconnects the outer ring creating three separate posts that create a whirl pattern.
Hannelore on the other hand seems to sharpen to a new level as her sister reverses. The blade itself actually shapes into a thinner blade along the cutting edge, allowing it to slice through objects with more easy than before.

Shikai Ability: Sera’s power lies in the strikes on the opponent siphoning bits of the opponent’s excess Reiryoku (Spirit power, this is for flavor and does not affect their actual Spirit stat, so I'm using the term Reiryoku here.) This forces Kenshou to fight with rapid attacks, which favor speed over power in order to gather this energy for use in techniques. The actual amount of reiryoku taken by each attack is minimal, it is rather the number of attacks that eventually wear down an opponent. It's equivalent to five points of reiryoku siphoned off per strike. These 5 points are collectively referred to as a Unit. The amount of units that can be stored in the blade is based on the following chart. Sera can only be used for techniques requiring reiatsu units.

Hannelore’s power lies in the strikes made as well. When an opponent is cut by Hannelore she drains some of the blood from her opponent. When in contact with blood it will drain the body. The amount of blood drained is equal to approximately one twentieth of a pint which is considered one unit. The drained blood is absorbed into the scythe similar to the reiatsu. The amount of units that can be stored in the blade is based on the following chart. Hannelore can only be used for techniques requiring blood units.

Spoiler:

"Are you the one from my past?"

Background: Aitrus was born to his father Stein Von Eroköse and Marie Von Erköse. He was born in Aukrug, Germany where he spent the first four years of his life. Here his family was surrounded by Prussian nationalist like themselves. His father and mother worked at a bakery they owned and lived above. It was a simple life for him and his family. It only changed when he was about five and a half and there was a bombing in a nearby town that was mostly immigrated Turks. The authorities immediately blamed the Prussian nationalists living in Aukrug for the attack. It seemed that someone intentionally had left all the evidence pointing to them. It was at this point that his parents and several of the other families left to separate themselves and to get away from the investigation.

His parents decided to move to Schwangau in the southern part of Germany, in the shadow of Neuschwanstein Castle which was built by the Mad King Ludwig. Here they bought another bakery and sold mostly to tourists on vacation. This was where Aitrus was a child for another half a year. When he turned five he started having to help his parents in the bakery and learning how to bake the simple breads and rolls they sold his father told him it was important to have a work ethic at a young age or one could never achieve greatness.

It was slightly after this that his father began taking him up to the castle at night and teaching him about his family history. The fact that they were Quincys and that there were monsters called Hollows in the world. For the first few weeks it went on like this, being told stories of what Quincys were capable of and what they had done in the past. The last week of stories was the history of the lost Gerschowen Clan, from its formation to the end. It was after this that he then began to train as a Quincy. He was first given a box with a variety of crosses from his father and told to pick one. He picked an old looking one that he liked a lot. For several weeks his father taught him how to focus his reiaryoku into the cross. Eventually Aitrus began to form pits of a bow out of his mekkyako. His training continued and he learned how to control his powers better and better.

By the time Aitrus turned fourteen he was coming home from school and he saw an ambulance in front of his house. Running quickly he noticed his parents in stretchers being taken out of the house. They both seemed to be bleeding in several places. Screaming for his parents he rushed past the officer holding the crowd back. Only to be grabbed and pulled back, the entire world seemed to be spinning as his parents were loaded into the ambulance and taken away. He was put into a cop car and the officer drove him to the hospital.

While in the hospital the nurses were all nice to him, but none of them would ever tell him how his parents were doing. He was stuck there not knowing anything, but having to wait while the news talked about his parents. The nurses made sure he got food from the cafeteria and even made a bed for him to sleep in, but he could not sleep with his parents like this.

Finally after a day and a half in this hell he was living a nurse came and got him. She looked sad and as if she did not want to be there right now. She told him he would be allowed to see his father, but not for long. She took him down a hallway and to an elevator. There they rode it to the sixth floor, there she took him to a room where his father was. It was here his father had his last words. He told Aitrus to keep with his training and to make them all proud. That he and his mother would be watching over him. It was then the light in his father’s eyes went out and he could hear the flat lining of the machine next to him. Aitrus just swallowed the pain in his throat and walked out. He just decided to go and focus on his training to make the pain go away. It was then that Aitrus found a place in his soul, a blank area where he could put the pain away and keep it from hurting him so much. He quickly stuffed it all the pain away to keep it from hurting him so much.

Two years later Aitrus was still training, becoming more proficient in his abilities and even developing tricks of his own. It was on his seventeenth birthday and Aitrus was home alone when there was a knock at the door. He went over to the door and opened it, only to discover whoever was there had disappeared and left a box. Picking it up he took it inside and placed it on the table. He then opened it up and discovered a wooden box, it was about a foot by half a foot. The top lid slide off and revealed a letter to Aitrus, it was a letter from his father.

Letter:

Aitrus could not believe it, somehow his parents knew they could be in danger and had even planned for this event, but how could they have known or even thought to plan this far ahead. It was all too much the emotions the Aitrus had hid and put away for so long came flowing out and he broke down crying in his apartment. Eventually wiping the tears away with his sleeve he decided that something had happened and that was a mystery he needed to solve. He also resolved to restore the Gerschowen Clan in his parents honor. It was the least he could do.

Several years passed and Aitrus trained through most of them and finished high school. It was at this point he got a job for a publishing company as a junior editor. Eventually he worked his way to a job that suited him, a travel writer. He could know use this job as an excuse to go around the world and look for other Quincy.

Aitrus was looking out the window of the train he was on, which was heading towards Munich, Germany. From there he would eventually go to Schwangau, Germany to visit his parents’ grave for the anniversary of their death. He had made this journey in some form or another ever since they died. Starring out of that window he watched the farms roll by remembering the small town he had grown up on so similar to this after all he had only left Bremen and was heading towards Berlin which would then mean he was heading to Munich.

He could not shake the memories of a small child being forced to move away from his home, because of something someone did to make his family look racist. He could remember the walk from their house to the train station, the hill outside of town they would all gather at to go sledding during the winter, or even the small park that was at the end of the road they lived on. He remembered going there with their pet beagle and throwing a tennis ball out into the snow and watching the dog disappear behind a snow bank and then bursting through only to look like it was speckled with little white spots. The family vacations over to Lübeck, his mother buying him a Glücksschwein as a New Years present. It was quite a bit to think about and he would defiantly be having more of these memories as the time passed during his trip.

He looked back at the little Acer One Aspire notebook he had in front of him, he was supposed to be writing an article about the German cross country train trip he was taking. After all he still had a job and he needed to keep it if he was to continue looking for Quincy around the world and trying to see what had happened to the once proud people. It was hard to find them, but at the same time he noticed that finding humans with spiritual powers was becoming more and more common. It seemed that there were even some organizations that had been brought out of their secrecy and were more actively recruiting. It seemed there was an organization called Les Paladins, which he could only be associated with the Roman Catholic Church and set up by the Vatican and most likely the Pope himself. It would not be too much of a stretch to see the Vatican thinking hollows were some kind of demonic threat and the arrancar were some kind of high level demon. Even if they knew the name it would be easy for them to know it was inherently evil. Then again he had never met these Paladins, but if the history books taught him anything that Paladins were a radically devoted group and they would never let anything get in their way. He would have to find out more about these people and fill in the truth about them and not just let his theories run wild.

The other group he had heard about the Numeri, the exact counterparts to the Paladins. The Numeri he had heard, from various people with spiritual power who had been head hunted for their ranks, had said it was more like a business and it had only one goal, power. They could care less about protecting mankind, which cause them to have problems with the Paladins when they felt that a little bit of destruction or harm could benefit them. It seemed that these two groups were too busy with each other to be worried with his little cause. Then again he had to be careful not to let it known that there was a Quincy going around recruiting those he met to form a clan and bring back a stronghold and safe place for Quincy to come and train and be safe doing so. After all there were still stories he heard of shinigami coming in and killing Quincy that they found, or even worse kidnapping them for some research or experimentation.

Turning his attention to the train around him he let his senses extend out and sensed for anyone who might be spiritually aware as he was. Sensing through the people around him he found nothing of significance, it was near the back of the train he noticed something. He felt a spiritual pressure that was existent, not terribly strong but not weak either. The other spiritual pressure on the other hand was so weak it was almost non-existent. He took his laptop and powered it down and put it into his messenger bag he took with him. He stood up and quietly walked to the back of the train and noticed the back row was empty on the left side and on the right side there was a father with his son sitting. He went over and sat across from them on the left side. He looked over at the father and son and felt a twinge of pain in his heart. He decided to strike up a conversation with the man, “Guten Tag, ist es sehr schön heute.”

“I’m sorry I don’t speak German. Do you know English” The man replied slowly and enunciating everything very carefully.

“Oh, I’m sorry I thought you were German was all. I do happen to speak English as you now well know, the name is Aitrus Von Eroköse.” He extended his hand out for the man across from him.

The man shook his hand and then replied, “The name is Alex, Alex Nobelleti. Everyone just calls me Nobs though and this little guy next to me is my son Brian. We are visiting my father here, he lives in Berlin these days and it’s been awhile since I last saw him.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you Brian. I have a question, have you ever seen monsters and ghosts Brian.” Aitrus watched the father’s reaction to his question. The man looked visibly shocked and surprised at the question and he noticed that the boys eyes had light up at the thought someone else knew about these monsters and ghosts.

“I see them all the time everywhere, mostly the ghosts. Sometimes though I see the monsters and they are chasing the ghosts, then they eat them and it’s scary” The boy rushed out the sentence rather quickly, it was obvious that he had been told not to talk about it with others. That was all forgotten though when he was asked about it.

“Brian, I told you not to talk to people about those things. Sorry it’s his imagination and it gets the best of him at times, but how did you know that he made things like that up?”

“Well, I think we both know it’s not made up now. I’m assuming you’ve seen these same monsters and ghosts and are just worried that people would think you are crazy and are trying to protect your son now. I can tell you that you are not crazy and in fact these monsters and ghosts are real. After all I can see them myself if you would believe me, what I wonder now is if you have ever heard of the Quincy?”

“Let me think for a second…. I think I remember my grandfather talking about something like that a long time ago, when I was a child. My father took me to talk to him since he also had seen the same monsters and ghosts. He told me a story of a brave young hero who was a Quincy that protected these ghosts from the monsters, but he called them, oh what was it…. Hollows I think. Anyways he told me about this hero who protected the land from them with his magic bow. He was able to kill off those monsters and protect the people from them.” He looked at Aitrus with a kind of hope that he would not be taken as a loon.

“Seems your grandfather told you a pretty accurate story as far as how the Quincy were a little over two hundred years ago, sadly now there are very few of them out in the world. I should know a bit about them I would think. My parents were both Quincy and I’m now the last of the once mighty Gerschwin Clan. I actually happen to go around looking for those who have been lost due to the devastation that was brought upon the clans two hundred years ago. I find the lost and the forgotten and I let them know they are not alone. I let them know that I am always a phone call or e-mail away, after all someone has to piece together our people.”

“Wait, so you are a Quincy?” The man looked at Aitrus with a kind of astonishment.

“Well how did you think I was able to find you and your son here. I could sense your spiritual pressure. Yours has potential with some training and your son too, even though he’s only what five or six. I could feel it from the front of the car, which is fairly impressive for someone so young. I think that he could be a powerful Quincy one day. Strong enough to keep himself safe and not a target to any hollow that would think him a tasty snack.”

“What do you mean a tasty snack?”

“Hollows don’t just feed on the ghosts you see, which by the way are just the souls of those who have passed away. They like to feed on high spiritual energy beings which more often than not are spiritually aware humans. They prefer them to the souls that you normally see them devour. It’s not pretty, but at least Quincy have a method of protecting themselves. They have the ability to manifest a bow from spiritual energy they channel from the world around them. They then use that same energy to create arrows to attack the hollow with. The one thing is that we require a kind of symbol to focus on for the bow, it’s known as a Mekkyaku. It’s a cross on which you have some kind of particular connection with, like this.” Aitrus pulled up his jackets left sleeve, revealing his Pour le Mérite. “This is mine, it belonged to an ancestor of mine and was given to him right before our my clan was formed. It’s because of this connection that it is now an extension of my spirit and allows me to form my bow.”

“Wait so all Quincy can learn how to do that?”

“Well assuming they have the control to do it and the spiritual power, then yes they can. In fact you said you are going to be heading into Berlin if I remember right, well I’m staying there around three days. If you want I could try and teach you the basics and you could train on those basics and maybe eventually I could teach you how to do something more advanced in the future.”

“Wait you are willing to teach us how to kill those … hollows?”

“Well, I am willing to teach you how to focus your spiritual power and eventually after years of training you may be able to manipulate the spiritual power from the world around you to form a bow and then it would be even more training learning how to fire an arrow. Beyond that it’s learning how to control those arrows and not hurt those around you.”

“Wait how long is the training then?”

“To come to a level that you could protect yourself against weak hollows, would be about two years, to hold your own against stronger hollows would be about five years.”

“One question, why are there so few Quincy and what did you mean by devastated earlier?”

“Well, the thing is you need to know there are something out there called Shinigami. They are kind of like gatekeepers to the afterlife, they perform two main functions. The first is to send ghosts like you see to the afterlife and the second is to purify hollow by killing them with their swords, thereby sending them to the afterlife. Now the thing is when a Quincy kills a hollow the hollow is not purified and sent to the afterlife, they in fact just die. This eventually created a problem for the Shinigami, because these hollow souls that they were supposed to purify were just disappearing. This caused a problem in the balance of the influx of souls to the afterlife. So the Shinigami decided to start a war with the Quincy and try to eradicate them. When the war ended the Quincy were all but eradicated. With the few survivors left the Shinigami did not feel it important to track down these few survivors and kill them.”

“Wait so these Shinigami, do they still hunt Quincy?”

“Well, yes they still come after those who are revealed occasionally, although that doesn’t happen very often.”

“So there is a chance training like this could get my son and I killed?”

“Well, a very small one. It’s most likely not something you would have to worry about.”

“I think it would be better if we just continue our lives as we have and if you were to head back to the front of the train car once again. It would be preferable if you did not bother us anymore. I am not putting my son in any kind of harm’s way.”

“I’m sorry for disturbing you then and wish you a fun trip, but please take my card. It was a way to get in contact with me. It was nice meeting you.” Aitrus handed his business card over that he had pulled from his wallet. Replacing his wallet in his pants pocket he grabbed his bad and walked back to the front of the train car and sat back in his original seat. He pulled out his laptop and decided to get back to work until he got to Berlin. He let the next hour or so just fly past as he worked on a rather lengthy article describing his experience with the German train system. He also was throwing in quite a bit of the behind the scenes bits on how everything managed to run so smoothly and on time.

It was upon arriving into the Berlin train station that he powered off his little notebook and put it into his bag. He stood up and walked over to the now open door, quickly exiting the train he looked behind him and saw the two potential Quincy walk away not knowing on what they would be giving up. It pained him to see such potential go to waste, over fear of the Shinigami. It seemed that even two hundred years later the Shinigami were keeping the Quincy from reclaiming their former glory. It was enough to irk him yet again, after all who were these Shinigami to believe they had the right to control what happened in the human world and how they would handle things.

Walking from the train he walked out of the train station and started heading to a modest hotel he had booked, it was in what used to be East Berlin and was quite cheap. It was cheap for a reason though, as he came to realize as he checked into his room for the night. It was drafty and the bed did not seem terribly clean. Getting into bed he wondered what the next couple of days would hold for him.

Waking up he headed back to the train station and decided to grab a muffin for breakfast, eating it while walking to the train platform he would be departing from soon he decided to check for signs of spiritually aware humans again. He walked slowly stretching out his extra sense to its limit, seeing if he could catch a glimpse of someone else out there. Even then he could not sense anyone so he pulled it all in and continued on to his platform and took a seat and waited for his train. He would be on his way to Munich soon enough and once there he would be on personal time to visit his parents graves. He waited for a bit noticing a Shinigami standing among the rafters looking for hollows, it made sense since they were often attracted to places like this. Aitrus did his best to conceal his spiritual pressure, after all the last thing he wanted was a run in with a Shinigami. It would more than likely end in a fight and if we won it would lead to him being hunted down and he had been too careful for too long to have a problem now. It also helped that now with more and more humans popping up with spiritual pressures it was becoming easier to blend in with them as time went on. He had to conceal himself less and less, it was nice because it took focus to conceal himself from Shinigami and other spiritual beings. Watching the Shinigami he waited another five minutes and his train arrived right on time. Climbing aboard he pulled out his notebook and continued working on his article, after all he wanted to be done by the time he got to Munich. He planned on putting aside work until he was done with his personal business there.

The train ride was a rather long one, but even then it was still much cheaper than flying across the country and he had managed to get all of the work he had planned to finish done on the train ride. It had been pleasant and let him get lost in his work. He finally just let the world slide off his shoulders for a few hours and relax, losing himself into his work. It was a nice change of pace, after all one could only push themselves so hard for so long without needing a break of some kind.

Getting off the train in the station in Munich he would be taking a transfer over to Schwangau, it was nice to know that he was officially on his own time and off the clock for work. He would be able to think about the past twelve years and all that had happened. It was obvious that he missed his parents, but he knew that as time went on he was getting more accomplished to complete his goal. After all he had made quite a few contacts around the world and knew of a few weak Quincy who at least had not been afraid to take steps toward learning how to control their power and use it for the good of mankind. It was like watching a movie sometimes, these people who were all so different connected by some kind of power existent in all of them. It was weird and hopefully he would be able to find them a home. He knew that eventually they were going to need a stronghold to keep enemies at bay and somewhere they could train safely. He imagined that a central headquarters would be based somewhere in Germany, since it was the ancient headquarters of the former Quincy clans.

Walking along the train station he went over and grabbed a newspaper, he felt it paid off to be up to date on the current events. Even though humans for the most part did not even know that accidents and murders were caused by hollows they still knew that something had happened, the papers were a good way of keeping track of anything mysterious. After all without a vast organization at his disposable like those Shinigami he had to do things on his own and had defiantly picked up a few tricks on how to do that over the years. He just needed to be able to fall back and rely on some other people every once in awhile, after all how many near deaths experiences could one man have.

Walking over to his new train he stepped onboard and was ready for the next part of his journey to his destination. After this he would be calling into his office and see where they would want to send him next. He was ready to arrive into the final part of his little journey home, tomorrow would mark the anniversary of his parents’ death and he would go to the graveyard and pay his respects. He knew that it was silly in a way for him to take some of his vacation days every year just to come here and visit his parents’ graves, but it was something that he knew for some reason was important. He felt like that somehow that their death was wrong, in a sense that something had happened that should not have. It was not too farfetched to believe with everything that happened in this world. After all with everything he had seen so far he would not think it impossible that somehow some hollow had gotten to them.

It was a much quicker trip from Munich to Schwangau then it had been from Berlin to Munich. He felt that the time had passed so much more quickly on this last leg of the journey, most likely from him feeling so anxious. Even though they had been dead for twelve years, Aitrus always drug up those memories of coming home and seeing his parents being loaded into the ambulance. On top of that no one had told him anything, just being put into a Polizei car and being taken to the hospital. The hours of waiting and not knowing what was going on, it had been quite literally the worst time of his life. It seemed that whatever had happened to his parents had remained a mystery, because the cause of death had been unknown. It was as the doctor put it, “Just stopped living.” Aitrus still was not sure what that meant, even when he had taken everything from that night to various doctors all they could tell him was that none of it made any sense. Just one more thing in his life that he was still looking into, after all he could not let something like that just go. They had been his parents and had made him into the person he was today.

Leaving the small train station he headed over to the old house, he just wanted to look at it again before he went to the small motel. Coming up on the street where it still resided, he saw it coming into focus as he approached. He could almost see the crowd of people and the ambulances bright lights, hear the noise of all his neighbors and the response team trying to save his parents. It was like reliving it almost, but this time he knew what was going on and what would happen. He continued on up to the house, which it seemed was for sale. Not surprising, two people end up dead in a house and who wants to live there. He could only imagine how hard it was to try and still sell this house, he could remember his guardians having a hell of a time trying to do just that. They only managed to sell it by lowering the price by quite a bit. It still had yielded a small sum of money and that had been enough to keep Aitrus in school and not have to worry about money. He even had a bit left over when he was finally done, but by then he had already started work for the publishing company. He could only wonder what his life would be like today if his parents had never died that day. He imagined that he would be much further in his Quincy powers and that he would be visiting his parents, but it would have been under better circumstances.

Walking away to the motel his mind was stuck on one thing, tomorrow. Arriving at the motel he quickly checked in and got his key. Heading down the hall to his room he opened the door went in and set his bad down on the chair by the bed, before stripping off his clothes and climbing into the bed. He quickly fell asleep, tired from a day of travel even if all he had done was sit on a train most of it. He was plagued by the constant nightmares of that night, variations of the reality. From him seeing his house being assaulted by hollows to some kind of human hollow hybrid thing, the nightmares usually happened around this time of year when he came back to visit his parents final resting place. He did not ever have them anywhere else it seemed, so it was not that big of a deal and he chalked it up to being so close to his parents resting place. Waking up he sat up in the cheap motel bed and thought back to a nursery rhyme his mother had taught him.

“Demons run when a good man goes to war,
night will fall and drown the sun,
when a good man goes to war.
Friendship dies and true love lies,
night will fall and the dark will rise
when a good man goes to war.
Demons run but count the cost,
the battles won but the child is lost.”

It was an odd nursery rhyme and he suspected there was more to it since he had never heard it anywhere else. He chalked it up as one of those mysteries he would one day get around to figuring out, after all there was still trying to understand how his parents died. It did strike him as odd that such a simple nursery rhyme would contain little hints of things he knew, such as assuming the demons meant hollows. The rest meant very little to him, a good man, a child, friendship dies, and a true love. Aitrus did love the ladies, but he never had found love let alone a child of any kind that he related to. He could only wonder why his mother had been so adamant that he learn that nursery rhyme so long ago. He would forget it for the time being and move on, because today was the day.

He climbed out of the bed and walked over to his bag, he pulled out a toothbrush and toothpaste. He took them into the bathroom and turned on the faucet. Putting the toothpaste on and brushing his teeth he looked into the mirror and just starred at himself. Trying to piece together his parents in his face, where he had gotten what features. It seemed that he had picked up his hair from his father, but the color from his mother. His eyes were obviously his mothers. It was hard at times not being able to look into a mirror without looking into your dead mothers eyes. He avoided them when he could, but today was different. Today he would honor his parents.

Heading back over he grabbed a fresh pair of clothes and put them on, throwing his jacket on top of his shirt, because it was a bit chilly here in the south of Germany even now. He grabbed a few ginto capsules and placed them in the secure space between the bandage on his left arm and the jacket. Even if he was going to respect his parent he never knew when he would need them. He always had his Mekkyaku on him, even when sleeping. He just did not feel safe without it on him. He put everything else away neatly in his small bad and picked it up and put it over his shoulder. He headed out and went to the main lobby to take care of his bill. With that he set down the road on the sidewalk to the graveyard that was on the edge of the town. Upon finally arriving he took the now familiar path to the northern part where his parents now rested.

They were a little off the path, but still close enough to it that he could see their gravestones as he approached. He walked over and kneeled before his mother’s grave and pulled out a single red carnation and laid it in front of the tombstone on the grass. He turned to his father’s grave and pulled out a small vial, with a bit of water in it. While it would seem strange to most people it was water from a nearby by lake that they used to fish at together. It meant a lot to him and he was sure his father. He simply said three words, “I miss you.” He could feel the emotions stirring in him as he stood up and he could feel his eyes watering, even twelve years later he still felt alone without his parents. He missed them so much and had lost so much time that he could have had with them. He turned around and walked out of the graveyard. The whole thing took less than ten minutes and it would seem odd to those that knew he took such a long trip to be here to stay so short, but that was just who he was and how his parents had raised him. Walking away he knew that it would be another full year before he saw this place again.

He headed out for the train station after all even he had to get back to work. He would check in with his office at the train station with a pay phone there. He was ready to get back to work and continue his more important side work. He was close on a lead about a Quincy in America and he was not about to let it slip away from him. He had discussed doing a piece about travel in America before so it would be interesting to see if it all worked out and if he was in America sometime next week. After all he had never been to what was it … the Land of the free. Sadly enough on his way to the land of the free the boat he was on was sunk while at sea by rough weather.
Aitrus's first memory in soul society was waking up in Rakungai during the night. He was so confused and not sure what to do. He waited huddled against a building just thinking about where he was, why didn’t he know his name, but how to do things, but then nothing of his past. Finally as an old man walked past Aitrus asked him where he was and what happened to him. The old man revealed that Aitrus was dead and was in a peaceful place now. The old man then asked Aitrus if he'd like to come live with him and his wife, because they were quite lonely and could use someone to integrate into their family. Aitrus gratefully accepted the old man's offer and lived with them the next forty-five years. They were kind enough to give him the name Kenshou and let him use their last name Ine. Kenshou finally started becoming hungry and needing to eat food after forty-five of those years and thought nothing of it. One day he was working in the fields and a Shinigami walked by, Kenshou noticed her as she was being quite graceful and lady like which wasn't all too common for most Shinigami women. He then realized something, he could sense her power. It was much greater than what he sensed in himself, in fact she was more powerful then he imagined that he could ever become.

Soon afterwards he went to apply at the soul academy, where he was accepted at the bottom of his class. Which suited him just fine, for the most part he didn't care about his studies on kido or hallows, but when the time came to practice their physical techniques it all seemed to change in Kenshou. While he could do the basic kido, most of the time without it blowing up in his face and knew a Gran Menos from a normal hollow, he often just didn't care to listen or learn, but when they placed a sword in his hand or had him going through the physical training of a Shinigami, he seemed to excel beyond all his peers. It was here that he met some of his friends that even though they made it into different divisions later on they still get together to catch up and swap the latest stories and things they’ve learned.

After his years in the academy Kenshou became proficient with the katana and knew that only one division would suit him at all, the fifth division. He had been told that the only way to be the captain of the fifth division has to beat the former captain in a fight. He knew that the only division for him was defiantly the fifth. Being accepted into the fifth division was a big moment for him and it told him he was finally on track to become as powerful as that first shinigami he saw, back then. He had seen her rise though the ranks during his time at the academy and even saw her become a captain, but then she disappeared. He never saw her again, but never questioned it.

His time in the fifth division was one he enjoyed so much between taking naps and combat training he couldn’t be happier. Most days no one ever bothered him, even when he was being lazy. Eventually some of the seated officers got wind that he wasn’t ever showing up to do his duties and decided that they would teach him a lesson about work the only way that someone in the fifth division would know how, in a fight. Although he came out pretty beat up, the only thing they managed to instill in him is an even bigger drive to be stronger. He knew that if only he could get his Zanpakuto to talk to him. He just knew it would have a personality and fierceness to match his own in combat.

Desired Position: Captain of the Fifth

RP Sample:

It seemed that they were finally beginning to understand each other. He was going to have to make sure he didn’t get them killed and she was going to share her power with him. All that was left was to walk down the road and see what happened. Kenshou looked in front of him and saw nothing, but a forest with no obvious path nearby. Well, this is what he had wanted. Looking behind him he saw the hole he had placed in the buildings outer wall. He decided he would just start walking through the forest after all he had said he would make his new path. He stepped forward and could feel it again, the darkness of his inner world closing in on him. Still his eyes somehow adjusted and he was able to see the tress in front of him as he walked through this forest. Eventually he saw something strange, it was a tree but hollowed out near the base creating a sort of alcove in the tree. Walking over to it he noticed the metal pole that he had seen several times before when Sera was around. He walked over and picked it up and decided he would take it with him. As he started walking away he felt something was wrong, that was when he noticed the familiar weight at his side was missing. His zanpakuto was gone, completely disappeared from his side. Only then did he hear her voice again. “Don’t be silly, I’m right here. You just don’t recognize me right now.”

So was this Sera in his hands now, this metal pole. Did this mean she was sharing her true power with him? Had the tests been to determine if he could handle this? It seemed that he could only go on and see what the final four tests would bring for him. He imagined he was going to have to learn how to use her power, after all what good would it do him if he could not even use it correctly. It seemed that she had still decided to be stubborn and refused to give him a bladed weapon to cut with. It was then he felt the blackness closing in on him, he could not see any more until he woke up again and was once again sitting in front of one of the altars. Only this time his blade was no longer on his lap, but that strange metal pole. Standing up he decided to go on and walked off away from the island with the green moon into the fog to the next trial, which he figured he would either learn how to handle and use this new found power or he would die. After all the trials were not supposed to be easy, the first scroll had told him that much. Walking through the fog he noticed it was getting colder and that the ground was beginning to feel cold under his feet and even damp in places. Eventually he heard a wet crunch under his cold feet, stopping he reached down and touched the ground only to feel it melt at his touch. “Snow?” Walking on he came out of the fog to see another altar, but this one was covered in snow. So was the island, it was even surrounded my bits of ice. The moon was a pale white. Not like a normal moon, but almost a ghostly looking version of the moon.

Walking over he noticed that the altar had a second path that led away from it from behind. It was certainly different from the other islands, but it seemed that the same scroll was sitting there at the altar neatly tied. Picking it up he pulled the ribbon holding it rolled up neatly and looked at the page. It was startling to say the least, the page was blank. There was nothing there for Kenshou to read or know what to do next. It seemed that Kenshou was to continue on the path that was laid out before him. Walking around the altar and to the small path he once again entered the fog. It seemed that he was not supposed to know where he was going once he entered this fog, because for all Kenshou knew was that he had been walking around and around in circles.

He finally exited and appeared back on the island. He was home again it seemed, guessing the Sera decided he needed more time before he could understand the true power of what he now held in his hand. Walking from the beach to the inner part of the island he noticed something was different, “The rain!”, Kenshou exclaimed. It seemed that now it was raining here, it almost was so natural feeling that he had not noticed until now. Walking along one of the paths he could feel it dripping from the tree branches, almost like the trees themselves could not keep the rain out. Stepping into the clearing he prepared himself for whatever Sera had decided was next.

[Miki Tenshi]

Kenshou. After RPing with you in BG and with getting your Writing better I am confident in this decision

I deem this application

Approved!

Catpain of the 5th 600 EP

Please continue to get your writing better! It has transformed into something much better. I will continue to critique you if you would wish so that you can become even better!

[Kenshou Ine]

Requesting to move Kenshou inactive. I realize that I don't really want to do him here, will be making anew character I am excited about rping.

[Izumi Tenshi]

Okay I'll go about moving this character to inactive. << Can't wait to see your new character.

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