Post by Kamiyama Mito on May 8, 2008 9:33:47 GMT
CHARACTER: VIZARD
Full Name: Kamiyama Mito
Nicknames: Messiah
Age: 1514, but appears 17...
Gender: Male, though appearance wise, unknown.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 118 lbs
Rank: Former Fifth Division Captain and Leader of the Kidou Corp
APPEARANCE:
Picture: I'll try to find one...
Hollow Mask:
Appearance: At a hundred and eighteen pounds, Mito is extremely underweight for his height of five feet seven. But he dismisses this fact since he longs to be as thin and slender as a woman. He looks lithe and has a rather feminine physique that one would most likely confuse him for one, except for the female breasts which are surely lacking, which is the main reason why he remains this way. His arms and feet are long and looks very graceful, flowing as they move. His rather deathly pale skin makes him look like death incarnate when he wears an all black outfit.
Mito used to wear the standard shinigami garb of shihakushou, with white kosode, black kimono and hakama with sleeves reaching to just above his knuckles, and a white obi sash. He also weareds the captain's white haori over this. Apart from this Mito wore a black choker with the word 'Cingco' on it. On his right hand's fingers are also five plain black rings. When one would look closely he or she would see that each has some words etched on it, and if read from the thumb to the pinky, it would read 'Quien la sigue, la consigue' or 'He/She who follows it, gets it', in other words, persistence pays. On his feet he wears a geta made of yew with three nails on its surface effectively piercing both his feet as their points could be seen protruding from each of his foot. It no longer bleeds though. In his recent appearance however, he wears a pure black long sleeved hooded shirt and faded jeans. For shoes he wears a rather worn pair of Chucks. He has long foregone his shinigami garb and has given his clothes to his fukutaichou before disappearing.
Mito's face is extremely feminine, to the very well defined nose, the rosy kissable lips to his wonderfully symmetrical oval face. His pale skin better accentuates his lips making him look more of a girl than a boy, just as he wants. He wants to be androgynous, so much that no one would know if he was a girl or a boy unless he dresses in a more gendered style of clothing. This is also the reason why he has so many fan girls, since he looks like a bishie uke.
His eyes are cyan in colour, enticing and extremely dazzling, one could easily get lost in its depths and never return. His eyes hold many secrets, secrets that cannot be unraveled by looking at them because he is perfectly hiding them. You would wonder if there were any secrets at all since he seems so sincere. He usually wear rectangular rimless glasses that make look respectable and approachable, but takes it off when he goes out for the kill.
His hair is as black as the night, medium length and reaches to just above his shoulders. It is always looped to the back and held in place by three small black sticks with its tips facing the sky defying gravity. He has two bangs on two sides of his face next to the ear and follows the shape of his face down to the sides next to his mouth.
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Piercings: A black ring piercing on the left side of his lower lip with the kanji for 'pain' on it and a tongue piercing as well.
PERSONALITY:
Personality: Mito always smiles but beneath the strange facade he wears in front of others, Mito is quite cunning, opportunistic and a sadomasochist. He views humanity as worthless beings and would most likely allow a Hollow to do what it wants when there's an absence of the presence of other shinigami. Mito is also immensely fascinated with a lot of things that practically borderlines obsession. A lot of people see this mask and make him as someone of great importance and most, if not all his subordinates admired him.
Beneath this facade of greatness however is a chilling and murderous individual who seeks nothing but the death of every human in existence. The mask he has built up serves to quell and hide his dark appetite, for he only seeks that which serves him most. In reality, he is extremely cruel, sadistic, cunning and has a heart colder that ice. He views those he helped as pathetic weaklings that cannot stand on their own and needs to hang unto the strong to survive. He views humanity in general as parasites that suck off the life of everything they touch, so it is only fitting that he should stomp on them like ants.
He seems to like blood as well, no, not on the battlefields and pavements, wait, maybe... But as food! He revels in its taste and would most likely fore go a meal just to drink blood, thus the reason for him being a bit too thin.
Obsessions and Habits:
Pain - Being beaten at such a young age paved the way for Mito's obsession for pain and inflicting it. He wants to see anybody he likes in pain and give him pain. He believes that pain is a gift and must be reciprocated at all costs.
Blood - He brings these 'medicines' packed in vials everywhere. He has stored enough through his many 'excursions' and 'Hollow-hunting' in the human world to save up quite an amount. He stores them in his room and carries about fifteen of them all the time and would drink to quench his thirst or to calm his nerves.
Poison - Being killed with poison himself, Mito is actually quite fond of them, especially since his garden has so many flowers with parts that are poisonous. He uses them in battle and carries some all the time.
Flowers - If his smile wasn't enough Mito would talk to people as they were flowers. He would make it a point to assign a flower to each of their faces, unless of course, that person is a woman. In that case, Mito has an extremely hard time picking a flower for one since he is extremely attracted to them.
Suffering - Mito loves to see people in pain, so much so that he would go to great lengths in directing a certain scenario to play out, like how a huge number of plus souls suddenly gets trapped in a place with Hollows. Yes, he loves to see them suffer, so much so that he sometimes reaches orgasm if the bloodshed is enough. This is also the reason why he carries a whole lot of anti-hollow baits.
Likes: Blood coated lollipops and girls. He also likes weak and helpless people, people he can use and manipulate. Mito is also obsessed with power and knowledge.
Dislikes: Strong willed people, ordinary humans, stupidity, those that do not bend to his will, not knowing something, failing, and most of all human love, dismissing it as pure human hormonal behaviour.
Strengths: Is not easily provoked, focused on task at hand, does not view pity or sympathy, extremely intelligent and a very fast learner.
Weaknesses: Apathetic, views humanity as worthless beings, tends to over think things, shows no care for life.
Fighting Style: Mito uses tactics, his environment and his superior intelligence to win battles. Over the years, he has perfected the ability to read the movement of reiryoku as well as reiatsu fluctuation allowing him to better counteract his opponents attacks as well allowing him to quickly assess a Hollow or arrancar's weaknesses. Mito also uses underhand and quite dirty strategies just to achieve the best results. He also does not care for elegance when fighting as he even resorts to hostages if need be.
PAST:
Family: None
History:
History as a Human: Mito was born into a family of onmyouji, wizards that heal and destroy when the price was just about right. He was taught how to fake magick and to deceive people at a young age. His mother was a battered wife since life in their town was not quite favorable for women as men hold all the keys and positions. He was raised to view everything was to be his and that people were like cattle, useful when they have something to give but useless for everything else. His father beat him every Wednesdays and Fridays when the crickets don't make sounds. He wondered why? Soon enough he grew to love the pain and became obsessed with showing or giving this pain to others so that they too will feel the love his father gave him.
When he was twelve, his mother died, evil spirits took her away his father said. Mito figured his father must have been possessed at that time since he was the only one beating his mother. It was at that time too that his sadistic nature came full circle as no one was there to stop him. He started slaughtering their neighbour's pet birds and sheep. At night he would sneak off and mercilessly slaughter the animals making sure that the blood won't spray unto him. None suspected him since they all thought he was a good boy that was horribly abused by his father. They wouldn't do anything about it though.
By the time he was sixteen, his father introduced him to a girl, a daughter of a rich landlord. She was fair and innocent in people's eyes, but it was her other side that Mito fell in love with. She was a masochist and took pleasure in pain. Every time they would sleep together, Mito would choke her, gag her, and beat her. They made sure to hide the bruises. It was not that hard since she always wore a kimono. It was a beautiful relationship for the both of them.
When he turned eighteen they were married to each other and he left to live with the girl's family. It was a bit later that he found out that his father practically sold him off to them as his father himself had somewhat 'prophesized' that he would bring them great fortune and tons of grandsons and granddaughters. They would get neither. In his rage he killed his wife while they were making love, it was passed off as an accident and he married her younger sister.
At the age of twenty one, they still had no child. It was later found out that the girl could not bare a child or so Mito told them. He was intent on taking all of their fortune for himself. They had only one child left and they were growing old. In her parent’s ire, they had her hanged. He was left alone and was given their third child to marry. It was also this time that Mito began an obsession with flowers, particularly the cherry blossoms. He would wear kimono for females with sakura designs. He also began the habit of speaking like a lady as he found it very intoxicating. He had also found a plant with venom that kills most facial nerves. He wanted to have a face like the Noh mask in the plays he watched, he wanted to perpetuate a smile on his face. No true emotion, no love, no hate just apathy and beauty with a smile. It was also then that his new wife poisoned him, angered by his obsession with something else other than her.
History as a soul: Strangely, for the life of that was hopefully in him, he looked a lot younger as a spirit when he died, or at least he thought he did. He couldn't place what ran through his head at that exact moment but he was sure he felt joy. He felt the pain of death, or was there any pain at all? It took awhile more for him to feel distraught, grief and sorrow all flooded his entire being at the same time causing tears to flow out of his eyes, but he couldn't make his face go sad. He was smiling, just like he wanted to, smiling for eternity.
Mito could not remember when it started to be this way, staring at the many lined brothels that now fill the empty space of where their house used to be. He could not even fathom the passage of time to be so fast; his father had apparently died twenty years ago as the old woman keeps repeating when her customers ask why there is a small Shinto shrine at the back of her establishment. Mito became lost in a see of familiarity and longing. He waited there, morning, afternoon, dusk, evening, midnight, dawn and morning again for his bastard of a father to become like him, a ghost, a spirit. He waited still even when the house of brothels burned to the ground and as youngest of their 'entertainers' died of old age as she had lived miserably in the ashes of her former home. But his father never came. It was then that he felt forgotten, alone and that small bit of hatred for humanity became huge. Why should he forgive those who chose to forget him?
Mito started to haunt the small shrine of his father. He would sit there for hours and hours, only moving when someone put flowers and candle sticks. He would admire the different flowers they give and he would stare at it for days on end. He was still sad, but on his face there is a perpetual curve of his lips that doesn't fade. He smiled as if it was the only thing he could do.
A good twenty years later when his soul was already over a hundred, a dark and malevolent spirit, or so he thought it was, visited him one night. It was huge, towering over ten meters, it had a strange white mask and its body was extremely difficult to describe, but if one word were to have come out from his mouth, it would have been 'demon'. The 'demon' laughed when he had asked if it came to pay respect to his dead father, it had laughed again when he asked what it was. And without warning, the 'demon' reared its ugly head and was about to devour him whole. He spread his arms wide, his smile never fading, hoping that he will feel the pain that he so longs for. But it was all for naught when a light appeared out of nowhere and the demon was easily torn into bits. A man came from that light. He was garbed in an all black and was in the process in sheathing his sword. The man approached him giving Mito a view of his handsome face. The man readjusted his glasses and smiled at him, but Mito knew that that smile was not real, just like his. He had asked him if he was alright, but Mito did not answer, muttering the only word that came out from his mouth, "Demon...” The man had chuckled at what he had said and told him he was a shinigami. Mito did not understand why, but when the man explained everything to him about Soul Society, Seireitei, Shinigami, Hollows, Vizards and Arrancars, he had a sinking feeling that the man wanted something in return, something that will put him in a position where the man has authority. And at the end of his little 'briefing', the man struck his head to send him to where the souls go, but the man's grin did not escape his eyes. The man had the appearance of an angel, but the soul of a devil.
History at the academy: It has been three years since his arrival in Rokungai, the civilian part of Soul Society. It was a rather dreary place, devoid of anything that holds interest to him. Apart from all the 'happiness' the residents seem to be 'enjoying', Mito can't help but notice the gap the forms between the ordinary souls and the shinigami themselves, a huge wall the separates them from these people. Yes, Mito did not think he was part of them. After all, the man that 'saved' him had expected him to become a shinigami, or so he believed. And true to what he thought, a shinigami delegate was sent to Rokungai to enlist shinigami potentials for the Academy, and fortunately enough he was one of the chosen.
It didn't take long for him to master the arts. He mastered bakudou and was extremely gifted in hadou. He also turned some heads with his rather ruthless fighting style as he effectively crushes his opponents, beating them to the ground and pounding them mercilessly. His signature style with the sword was a single two handed thrust straight to the opponent's heart, powerful enough to make a hole through their sparring equipments. But what made him stand out the most, was his awful smile. He smiled even he was pounding someone's face so hard, blood had spewed over his face, he smiled when he 'accidentally' almost crushed his sparring partner's neck with his bamboo sword, he smiled when his opponent drew blood from him and he smiled when the hadou skill 'byakurai' pierced through his left arm when he was sparring with their kidou instructor. All those who had seen him smile in those situations had shivers running up their spines and they grew to fear him, distancing themselves from him in sparring practices. But it was different when he wasn't holding a sword. He was kind, friendly and again always smiling. He helps other people all the time and he always makes sure to care for his 'friends'. He had put up a mask, for he thought that they might not accept him and his longing for blood and pain would not be accomplished. After all, they had said that shinigami can go back and forth between the two worlds, hunting Hollows that eat humans and souls. A sight like that was something he would like to see.
After ten grueling years in the Academy, Mito's thirst for pain and blood grew as he experienced it everyday. By the time he graduated he was supposed to be put into the Eleventh Division, due to his rather brutish fighting style, but to their surprise, his zanpakutou was one of the elegant looking ones and no one actually believed he was fit for the eleventh. he was accepted into the Fifth under the very man who rescued him, Aizen Sousuke. He had served him dutifully until the man's ultimate betrayal which rocked Soul Society, except him really as he never really cared. He still performed his duties though and had mastered bankai when the war started. He did not care for them that much.
After the war, Soul Society won, but barely. He along with the other shinigami who had at least achieved bankai were chosen as the new captains of a newly organized group that replaced the old Gotei 13. But not long after his assignment, Mito promptly disappeared, deserting Soul Society, having found out that he had a Hollow inside him. A few years later, Mito resurface as one of the Vizards who had align themselves with the arrancar and Hollows of Hueco Mundo in a war that will break out between them and Sou Society. Mito had no reservations when it came to killing, so it did not matter to him if he had to kill the people he used to live with and work with.
Zanpakutou: Akuma
Zanpakutou Appearance: Akuma when sealed takes the form of a regular katana. The only distinct characteristics that makes it unique to just an ordinary katana is its blood red hilt and the absence of its guard. It's scabbard is black and quickly disappears like smoke when he draws his zanpakutou. He always carries his zanpakutou on his right hand gripping the scabbard just beneath the guard.
Release: Ikire... (Live...)
Abilities:
Shikai: When released, Akuma transforms into a seven foot nodachi that is almost as heavy as him. It still has no guard and still holds the same colour hilt as before. The zanpakutou augments his speed a little, as well as his raw strength.
Messiah (This will not be used in RPing with others...)
His zanpakutou's ability that gave him the nickname. In shikai, his zanpakutou gains the ability to choose between severing or wounding his enemy. In the event that he is able to slice off an opponent's hand, Mito can choose whether or not to allow that limb to be just severed or completely chopped off. When he chooses it to be severed, the opponent's body still recognizes the limb as a part of the body though he can no longer control it, thus his brain still 'thinks' it is a part of the body. The severed limb does not bleed from the spot it was cut, but can be stabbed and slashed afterwards, but since the brain still recognizes it as a part of the body, it still reacts to the pain. But when he just chooses to cut through, of course the opponent bleeds through the wound and no longer identifies the chopped limb as a part of the whole. Mito uses this to torture his enemies, giving him total control of their bodies, chopped bodies of course. (Since he is evil... This is practically useless against other RPers...)
Seikansen (Spirit Infection)
Allows him to control the flow of reiryoku (spirit particles) in the atmosphere to create a shield or expel blasts of energy. This also allows him to 'infect' his will upon weaker plus souls and some Hollows since he is also able to manipulate the 'reishi' (ectoplasm) that make up their bodies. The ability also makes him immune to illusions since he is easily able to read through the spiritual structures that mold the worlds.
Kanmon (Gateway)
He uses Seikansen to create a tear into the folds of reiryoku that binds the world together. Acts somewhat like Garganta.
Bankai: In bankai, Akuma transforms back to its original form seemingly unreleased. The only difference would be that it already has a circular guard. He gains a boost that increases his strength and speed two folds. He has all his shikai abilities although naturally a lot stronger. He also gains new abilities.
Doppelganger
Using Seikansen, Mito can almost copy any sort of power his opponent has by reading how reiryoku bends when his enemy uses it and how reiatsu moves inside his enemy's body. He can only copy techniques that uses the surrounding reiryoku as well as reiatsu, like Kurosaki Ichigo's normal Getsuga Tenshou.
God
His final ability allows him to recreate his being when his body is destroyed by tossing out a single shard of his zanpakutou in bankai
Zanpakutou Spirit:His name is Akuma, a strange boy with strange tastes. He speaks as if he contradicts himself most of the time. He wears almost nothing, except for the black metal boots seemingly bolted in his feet, from the thigh down. He speaks comfortably with Mito, seemingly caught by his strange mask as Akuma is in love with him. Akuma can easily be called an eccentric, dying at a young age after killing himself by injecting a fair amount of air into his bloodstream, thus his world became a garden of blood, fountains of it spring everywhere and blood covers the entire landscape. He almost always never stops speaking of blood and gory things when Mito is there, just like Mito himself if he doesn't speak about flowers. Akuma has a more slave-master relationship with Mito unlike other zanpakutou, so much so that Akuma actually is the single entity suppressing the Hollow inside of Mito, allowing him total control in his Hollowified mode.
Hollow Abilities:
Gran Rey Cero
Cero
Bala
Roleplay Sample:
A clang reverberated on the walls of a rather derelict and rundown hospital in Old Tokyo. It once housed the most grievous of the ill and the dying, but now it stands only to serve as a buffer zone between the heavily urbanized New Tokyo and the old dilapidated part of its once magnificent city. It serves as a reminder to those who live in the new world of what they have left behind, what they have chosen to forget and what life they have created for themselves. Another clang sounded, although this time one could easily hear the echoes of rubbles slowly falling off the walls and the weird sound of something galloping , trampling upon its concrete floors shaking the foundations of the building. A third time a sound cried out but this time it was the sound of concrete exploding. The Midnight Express Hover Train or MEHT, flew past the hospital's windows, its bright light showering through the broken hinges and cracks on the glass. A shadow shifted and an armour clad man riding an armour clad horse raced through yet another set of walls. He carried with him a huge claymore and a rather rough voice, a sure sign of someone who does not believe that there is a thing as tuberculosis.
"d**n it! Quit moving around!" the man shouted, clearly furstrated, racing his horse and slamming his massive sword through another wall, giving him a clear view of the hospital's old heart center. "I'm gonna' get ya' I will!"
"You're bankai's definitely lame... Who rides a horse in this day and age?" a younger voice spoke, his voice calm and definitely happy. His voice sounded as if it came from everywhere around, the hallways, the stairs, the old rooms, just everywhere. Mito never really liked playing around, but he was having so much fun just trying to rise the man's ire that he no longer cared if it took forever for the slowpoke to at least hit him.
"Why don't ya' show yourself and fight then!? You're just a coward!!" the man shouted yet again, his voice echoing like an old man when he loses his denchers.
"Hold your horses!!" Mito muttered as he suddenly appeared below the man's horse, before drawing his sword and slashing through its four feet in a wide horizontal slice, left and right, and then disappearing again. The man's eyes widened as his horse buckled and blood started spurting everywhere. Noticing a slight movement to his right, he regained focus and slammed his claymore unto the left wall, crumbling it, bu there was no one there. He peered through his right, swerving his body in full momentum and then slashed only to find nothing but air. His arms stretched in the attack, Mito chose the right time to sever it and that he did. Using shunpo he appeared from his spot in the shadows in front of the man after he had justs swung. Mito used the speed of the shunpo to cleanly sever the man's right hand with an upward horizontal slash, chopping it off from the shoulders.
"You bastard!!" the man cried out as Mito disappeared yet again. The sound of his claymore hitting the ground with his entire right arm opened his eyes wide. He was about to attempt to stop the blood flow but stopped as he felt something hot trickling down his left arm only to find it also missing from its spot. He howled in pain as blood poured heavily on the concrete tiles of the emergency room. His body rocked in pain and he fell on the ground, breathing heavily as he tried desperately to try and get up. He peered his eyes through the blanket of darkness and saw a figure slowly coming out from the shadow and stood next to him.
"You're not that strong are you...? I admit, your bankai was strong, but you should have noticed that every time you swung your enormous sword, it took you awhile to retract your arm back. Your reiatsu is also concentrated in your arms when you strike making it easier for me to track your movement. Oh well, I'll be merciful and end your life now..." Mito said, chuckling as he drew his zanpakutou and thrust it towards the man's head. He laughed a little as it seemed as if it only pierced through the man's cheeks and apologized. He thrust it again, only to cut off the man's ear and create a huge scar across the man's head. He apologized yet again before finally thrusting his zanpakutou straight through the shinigami's head, finally ending his life.
Full Name: Kamiyama Mito
Nicknames: Messiah
Age: 1514, but appears 17...
Gender: Male, though appearance wise, unknown.
Height: 5'9"
Weight: 118 lbs
Rank: Former Fifth Division Captain and Leader of the Kidou Corp
APPEARANCE:
Picture: I'll try to find one...
Hollow Mask:
Appearance: At a hundred and eighteen pounds, Mito is extremely underweight for his height of five feet seven. But he dismisses this fact since he longs to be as thin and slender as a woman. He looks lithe and has a rather feminine physique that one would most likely confuse him for one, except for the female breasts which are surely lacking, which is the main reason why he remains this way. His arms and feet are long and looks very graceful, flowing as they move. His rather deathly pale skin makes him look like death incarnate when he wears an all black outfit.
Mito used to wear the standard shinigami garb of shihakushou, with white kosode, black kimono and hakama with sleeves reaching to just above his knuckles, and a white obi sash. He also weareds the captain's white haori over this. Apart from this Mito wore a black choker with the word 'Cingco' on it. On his right hand's fingers are also five plain black rings. When one would look closely he or she would see that each has some words etched on it, and if read from the thumb to the pinky, it would read 'Quien la sigue, la consigue' or 'He/She who follows it, gets it', in other words, persistence pays. On his feet he wears a geta made of yew with three nails on its surface effectively piercing both his feet as their points could be seen protruding from each of his foot. It no longer bleeds though. In his recent appearance however, he wears a pure black long sleeved hooded shirt and faded jeans. For shoes he wears a rather worn pair of Chucks. He has long foregone his shinigami garb and has given his clothes to his fukutaichou before disappearing.
Mito's face is extremely feminine, to the very well defined nose, the rosy kissable lips to his wonderfully symmetrical oval face. His pale skin better accentuates his lips making him look more of a girl than a boy, just as he wants. He wants to be androgynous, so much that no one would know if he was a girl or a boy unless he dresses in a more gendered style of clothing. This is also the reason why he has so many fan girls, since he looks like a bishie uke.
His eyes are cyan in colour, enticing and extremely dazzling, one could easily get lost in its depths and never return. His eyes hold many secrets, secrets that cannot be unraveled by looking at them because he is perfectly hiding them. You would wonder if there were any secrets at all since he seems so sincere. He usually wear rectangular rimless glasses that make look respectable and approachable, but takes it off when he goes out for the kill.
His hair is as black as the night, medium length and reaches to just above his shoulders. It is always looped to the back and held in place by three small black sticks with its tips facing the sky defying gravity. He has two bangs on two sides of his face next to the ear and follows the shape of his face down to the sides next to his mouth.
Tattoos: None
Scars: None
Piercings: A black ring piercing on the left side of his lower lip with the kanji for 'pain' on it and a tongue piercing as well.
PERSONALITY:
Personality: Mito always smiles but beneath the strange facade he wears in front of others, Mito is quite cunning, opportunistic and a sadomasochist. He views humanity as worthless beings and would most likely allow a Hollow to do what it wants when there's an absence of the presence of other shinigami. Mito is also immensely fascinated with a lot of things that practically borderlines obsession. A lot of people see this mask and make him as someone of great importance and most, if not all his subordinates admired him.
Beneath this facade of greatness however is a chilling and murderous individual who seeks nothing but the death of every human in existence. The mask he has built up serves to quell and hide his dark appetite, for he only seeks that which serves him most. In reality, he is extremely cruel, sadistic, cunning and has a heart colder that ice. He views those he helped as pathetic weaklings that cannot stand on their own and needs to hang unto the strong to survive. He views humanity in general as parasites that suck off the life of everything they touch, so it is only fitting that he should stomp on them like ants.
He seems to like blood as well, no, not on the battlefields and pavements, wait, maybe... But as food! He revels in its taste and would most likely fore go a meal just to drink blood, thus the reason for him being a bit too thin.
Obsessions and Habits:
Pain - Being beaten at such a young age paved the way for Mito's obsession for pain and inflicting it. He wants to see anybody he likes in pain and give him pain. He believes that pain is a gift and must be reciprocated at all costs.
Blood - He brings these 'medicines' packed in vials everywhere. He has stored enough through his many 'excursions' and 'Hollow-hunting' in the human world to save up quite an amount. He stores them in his room and carries about fifteen of them all the time and would drink to quench his thirst or to calm his nerves.
Poison - Being killed with poison himself, Mito is actually quite fond of them, especially since his garden has so many flowers with parts that are poisonous. He uses them in battle and carries some all the time.
Flowers - If his smile wasn't enough Mito would talk to people as they were flowers. He would make it a point to assign a flower to each of their faces, unless of course, that person is a woman. In that case, Mito has an extremely hard time picking a flower for one since he is extremely attracted to them.
Suffering - Mito loves to see people in pain, so much so that he would go to great lengths in directing a certain scenario to play out, like how a huge number of plus souls suddenly gets trapped in a place with Hollows. Yes, he loves to see them suffer, so much so that he sometimes reaches orgasm if the bloodshed is enough. This is also the reason why he carries a whole lot of anti-hollow baits.
Likes: Blood coated lollipops and girls. He also likes weak and helpless people, people he can use and manipulate. Mito is also obsessed with power and knowledge.
Dislikes: Strong willed people, ordinary humans, stupidity, those that do not bend to his will, not knowing something, failing, and most of all human love, dismissing it as pure human hormonal behaviour.
Strengths: Is not easily provoked, focused on task at hand, does not view pity or sympathy, extremely intelligent and a very fast learner.
Weaknesses: Apathetic, views humanity as worthless beings, tends to over think things, shows no care for life.
Fighting Style: Mito uses tactics, his environment and his superior intelligence to win battles. Over the years, he has perfected the ability to read the movement of reiryoku as well as reiatsu fluctuation allowing him to better counteract his opponents attacks as well allowing him to quickly assess a Hollow or arrancar's weaknesses. Mito also uses underhand and quite dirty strategies just to achieve the best results. He also does not care for elegance when fighting as he even resorts to hostages if need be.
PAST:
Family: None
History:
History as a Human: Mito was born into a family of onmyouji, wizards that heal and destroy when the price was just about right. He was taught how to fake magick and to deceive people at a young age. His mother was a battered wife since life in their town was not quite favorable for women as men hold all the keys and positions. He was raised to view everything was to be his and that people were like cattle, useful when they have something to give but useless for everything else. His father beat him every Wednesdays and Fridays when the crickets don't make sounds. He wondered why? Soon enough he grew to love the pain and became obsessed with showing or giving this pain to others so that they too will feel the love his father gave him.
When he was twelve, his mother died, evil spirits took her away his father said. Mito figured his father must have been possessed at that time since he was the only one beating his mother. It was at that time too that his sadistic nature came full circle as no one was there to stop him. He started slaughtering their neighbour's pet birds and sheep. At night he would sneak off and mercilessly slaughter the animals making sure that the blood won't spray unto him. None suspected him since they all thought he was a good boy that was horribly abused by his father. They wouldn't do anything about it though.
By the time he was sixteen, his father introduced him to a girl, a daughter of a rich landlord. She was fair and innocent in people's eyes, but it was her other side that Mito fell in love with. She was a masochist and took pleasure in pain. Every time they would sleep together, Mito would choke her, gag her, and beat her. They made sure to hide the bruises. It was not that hard since she always wore a kimono. It was a beautiful relationship for the both of them.
When he turned eighteen they were married to each other and he left to live with the girl's family. It was a bit later that he found out that his father practically sold him off to them as his father himself had somewhat 'prophesized' that he would bring them great fortune and tons of grandsons and granddaughters. They would get neither. In his rage he killed his wife while they were making love, it was passed off as an accident and he married her younger sister.
At the age of twenty one, they still had no child. It was later found out that the girl could not bare a child or so Mito told them. He was intent on taking all of their fortune for himself. They had only one child left and they were growing old. In her parent’s ire, they had her hanged. He was left alone and was given their third child to marry. It was also this time that Mito began an obsession with flowers, particularly the cherry blossoms. He would wear kimono for females with sakura designs. He also began the habit of speaking like a lady as he found it very intoxicating. He had also found a plant with venom that kills most facial nerves. He wanted to have a face like the Noh mask in the plays he watched, he wanted to perpetuate a smile on his face. No true emotion, no love, no hate just apathy and beauty with a smile. It was also then that his new wife poisoned him, angered by his obsession with something else other than her.
History as a soul: Strangely, for the life of that was hopefully in him, he looked a lot younger as a spirit when he died, or at least he thought he did. He couldn't place what ran through his head at that exact moment but he was sure he felt joy. He felt the pain of death, or was there any pain at all? It took awhile more for him to feel distraught, grief and sorrow all flooded his entire being at the same time causing tears to flow out of his eyes, but he couldn't make his face go sad. He was smiling, just like he wanted to, smiling for eternity.
Mito could not remember when it started to be this way, staring at the many lined brothels that now fill the empty space of where their house used to be. He could not even fathom the passage of time to be so fast; his father had apparently died twenty years ago as the old woman keeps repeating when her customers ask why there is a small Shinto shrine at the back of her establishment. Mito became lost in a see of familiarity and longing. He waited there, morning, afternoon, dusk, evening, midnight, dawn and morning again for his bastard of a father to become like him, a ghost, a spirit. He waited still even when the house of brothels burned to the ground and as youngest of their 'entertainers' died of old age as she had lived miserably in the ashes of her former home. But his father never came. It was then that he felt forgotten, alone and that small bit of hatred for humanity became huge. Why should he forgive those who chose to forget him?
Mito started to haunt the small shrine of his father. He would sit there for hours and hours, only moving when someone put flowers and candle sticks. He would admire the different flowers they give and he would stare at it for days on end. He was still sad, but on his face there is a perpetual curve of his lips that doesn't fade. He smiled as if it was the only thing he could do.
A good twenty years later when his soul was already over a hundred, a dark and malevolent spirit, or so he thought it was, visited him one night. It was huge, towering over ten meters, it had a strange white mask and its body was extremely difficult to describe, but if one word were to have come out from his mouth, it would have been 'demon'. The 'demon' laughed when he had asked if it came to pay respect to his dead father, it had laughed again when he asked what it was. And without warning, the 'demon' reared its ugly head and was about to devour him whole. He spread his arms wide, his smile never fading, hoping that he will feel the pain that he so longs for. But it was all for naught when a light appeared out of nowhere and the demon was easily torn into bits. A man came from that light. He was garbed in an all black and was in the process in sheathing his sword. The man approached him giving Mito a view of his handsome face. The man readjusted his glasses and smiled at him, but Mito knew that that smile was not real, just like his. He had asked him if he was alright, but Mito did not answer, muttering the only word that came out from his mouth, "Demon...” The man had chuckled at what he had said and told him he was a shinigami. Mito did not understand why, but when the man explained everything to him about Soul Society, Seireitei, Shinigami, Hollows, Vizards and Arrancars, he had a sinking feeling that the man wanted something in return, something that will put him in a position where the man has authority. And at the end of his little 'briefing', the man struck his head to send him to where the souls go, but the man's grin did not escape his eyes. The man had the appearance of an angel, but the soul of a devil.
History at the academy: It has been three years since his arrival in Rokungai, the civilian part of Soul Society. It was a rather dreary place, devoid of anything that holds interest to him. Apart from all the 'happiness' the residents seem to be 'enjoying', Mito can't help but notice the gap the forms between the ordinary souls and the shinigami themselves, a huge wall the separates them from these people. Yes, Mito did not think he was part of them. After all, the man that 'saved' him had expected him to become a shinigami, or so he believed. And true to what he thought, a shinigami delegate was sent to Rokungai to enlist shinigami potentials for the Academy, and fortunately enough he was one of the chosen.
It didn't take long for him to master the arts. He mastered bakudou and was extremely gifted in hadou. He also turned some heads with his rather ruthless fighting style as he effectively crushes his opponents, beating them to the ground and pounding them mercilessly. His signature style with the sword was a single two handed thrust straight to the opponent's heart, powerful enough to make a hole through their sparring equipments. But what made him stand out the most, was his awful smile. He smiled even he was pounding someone's face so hard, blood had spewed over his face, he smiled when he 'accidentally' almost crushed his sparring partner's neck with his bamboo sword, he smiled when his opponent drew blood from him and he smiled when the hadou skill 'byakurai' pierced through his left arm when he was sparring with their kidou instructor. All those who had seen him smile in those situations had shivers running up their spines and they grew to fear him, distancing themselves from him in sparring practices. But it was different when he wasn't holding a sword. He was kind, friendly and again always smiling. He helps other people all the time and he always makes sure to care for his 'friends'. He had put up a mask, for he thought that they might not accept him and his longing for blood and pain would not be accomplished. After all, they had said that shinigami can go back and forth between the two worlds, hunting Hollows that eat humans and souls. A sight like that was something he would like to see.
After ten grueling years in the Academy, Mito's thirst for pain and blood grew as he experienced it everyday. By the time he graduated he was supposed to be put into the Eleventh Division, due to his rather brutish fighting style, but to their surprise, his zanpakutou was one of the elegant looking ones and no one actually believed he was fit for the eleventh. he was accepted into the Fifth under the very man who rescued him, Aizen Sousuke. He had served him dutifully until the man's ultimate betrayal which rocked Soul Society, except him really as he never really cared. He still performed his duties though and had mastered bankai when the war started. He did not care for them that much.
After the war, Soul Society won, but barely. He along with the other shinigami who had at least achieved bankai were chosen as the new captains of a newly organized group that replaced the old Gotei 13. But not long after his assignment, Mito promptly disappeared, deserting Soul Society, having found out that he had a Hollow inside him. A few years later, Mito resurface as one of the Vizards who had align themselves with the arrancar and Hollows of Hueco Mundo in a war that will break out between them and Sou Society. Mito had no reservations when it came to killing, so it did not matter to him if he had to kill the people he used to live with and work with.
Zanpakutou: Akuma
Zanpakutou Appearance: Akuma when sealed takes the form of a regular katana. The only distinct characteristics that makes it unique to just an ordinary katana is its blood red hilt and the absence of its guard. It's scabbard is black and quickly disappears like smoke when he draws his zanpakutou. He always carries his zanpakutou on his right hand gripping the scabbard just beneath the guard.
Release: Ikire... (Live...)
Abilities:
Shikai: When released, Akuma transforms into a seven foot nodachi that is almost as heavy as him. It still has no guard and still holds the same colour hilt as before. The zanpakutou augments his speed a little, as well as his raw strength.
Messiah (This will not be used in RPing with others...)
His zanpakutou's ability that gave him the nickname. In shikai, his zanpakutou gains the ability to choose between severing or wounding his enemy. In the event that he is able to slice off an opponent's hand, Mito can choose whether or not to allow that limb to be just severed or completely chopped off. When he chooses it to be severed, the opponent's body still recognizes the limb as a part of the body though he can no longer control it, thus his brain still 'thinks' it is a part of the body. The severed limb does not bleed from the spot it was cut, but can be stabbed and slashed afterwards, but since the brain still recognizes it as a part of the body, it still reacts to the pain. But when he just chooses to cut through, of course the opponent bleeds through the wound and no longer identifies the chopped limb as a part of the whole. Mito uses this to torture his enemies, giving him total control of their bodies, chopped bodies of course. (Since he is evil... This is practically useless against other RPers...)
Seikansen (Spirit Infection)
Allows him to control the flow of reiryoku (spirit particles) in the atmosphere to create a shield or expel blasts of energy. This also allows him to 'infect' his will upon weaker plus souls and some Hollows since he is also able to manipulate the 'reishi' (ectoplasm) that make up their bodies. The ability also makes him immune to illusions since he is easily able to read through the spiritual structures that mold the worlds.
Kanmon (Gateway)
He uses Seikansen to create a tear into the folds of reiryoku that binds the world together. Acts somewhat like Garganta.
Bankai: In bankai, Akuma transforms back to its original form seemingly unreleased. The only difference would be that it already has a circular guard. He gains a boost that increases his strength and speed two folds. He has all his shikai abilities although naturally a lot stronger. He also gains new abilities.
Doppelganger
Using Seikansen, Mito can almost copy any sort of power his opponent has by reading how reiryoku bends when his enemy uses it and how reiatsu moves inside his enemy's body. He can only copy techniques that uses the surrounding reiryoku as well as reiatsu, like Kurosaki Ichigo's normal Getsuga Tenshou.
God
His final ability allows him to recreate his being when his body is destroyed by tossing out a single shard of his zanpakutou in bankai
Zanpakutou Spirit:His name is Akuma, a strange boy with strange tastes. He speaks as if he contradicts himself most of the time. He wears almost nothing, except for the black metal boots seemingly bolted in his feet, from the thigh down. He speaks comfortably with Mito, seemingly caught by his strange mask as Akuma is in love with him. Akuma can easily be called an eccentric, dying at a young age after killing himself by injecting a fair amount of air into his bloodstream, thus his world became a garden of blood, fountains of it spring everywhere and blood covers the entire landscape. He almost always never stops speaking of blood and gory things when Mito is there, just like Mito himself if he doesn't speak about flowers. Akuma has a more slave-master relationship with Mito unlike other zanpakutou, so much so that Akuma actually is the single entity suppressing the Hollow inside of Mito, allowing him total control in his Hollowified mode.
Hollow Abilities:
Gran Rey Cero
Cero
Bala
Roleplay Sample:
A clang reverberated on the walls of a rather derelict and rundown hospital in Old Tokyo. It once housed the most grievous of the ill and the dying, but now it stands only to serve as a buffer zone between the heavily urbanized New Tokyo and the old dilapidated part of its once magnificent city. It serves as a reminder to those who live in the new world of what they have left behind, what they have chosen to forget and what life they have created for themselves. Another clang sounded, although this time one could easily hear the echoes of rubbles slowly falling off the walls and the weird sound of something galloping , trampling upon its concrete floors shaking the foundations of the building. A third time a sound cried out but this time it was the sound of concrete exploding. The Midnight Express Hover Train or MEHT, flew past the hospital's windows, its bright light showering through the broken hinges and cracks on the glass. A shadow shifted and an armour clad man riding an armour clad horse raced through yet another set of walls. He carried with him a huge claymore and a rather rough voice, a sure sign of someone who does not believe that there is a thing as tuberculosis.
"d**n it! Quit moving around!" the man shouted, clearly furstrated, racing his horse and slamming his massive sword through another wall, giving him a clear view of the hospital's old heart center. "I'm gonna' get ya' I will!"
"You're bankai's definitely lame... Who rides a horse in this day and age?" a younger voice spoke, his voice calm and definitely happy. His voice sounded as if it came from everywhere around, the hallways, the stairs, the old rooms, just everywhere. Mito never really liked playing around, but he was having so much fun just trying to rise the man's ire that he no longer cared if it took forever for the slowpoke to at least hit him.
"Why don't ya' show yourself and fight then!? You're just a coward!!" the man shouted yet again, his voice echoing like an old man when he loses his denchers.
"Hold your horses!!" Mito muttered as he suddenly appeared below the man's horse, before drawing his sword and slashing through its four feet in a wide horizontal slice, left and right, and then disappearing again. The man's eyes widened as his horse buckled and blood started spurting everywhere. Noticing a slight movement to his right, he regained focus and slammed his claymore unto the left wall, crumbling it, bu there was no one there. He peered through his right, swerving his body in full momentum and then slashed only to find nothing but air. His arms stretched in the attack, Mito chose the right time to sever it and that he did. Using shunpo he appeared from his spot in the shadows in front of the man after he had justs swung. Mito used the speed of the shunpo to cleanly sever the man's right hand with an upward horizontal slash, chopping it off from the shoulders.
"You bastard!!" the man cried out as Mito disappeared yet again. The sound of his claymore hitting the ground with his entire right arm opened his eyes wide. He was about to attempt to stop the blood flow but stopped as he felt something hot trickling down his left arm only to find it also missing from its spot. He howled in pain as blood poured heavily on the concrete tiles of the emergency room. His body rocked in pain and he fell on the ground, breathing heavily as he tried desperately to try and get up. He peered his eyes through the blanket of darkness and saw a figure slowly coming out from the shadow and stood next to him.
"You're not that strong are you...? I admit, your bankai was strong, but you should have noticed that every time you swung your enormous sword, it took you awhile to retract your arm back. Your reiatsu is also concentrated in your arms when you strike making it easier for me to track your movement. Oh well, I'll be merciful and end your life now..." Mito said, chuckling as he drew his zanpakutou and thrust it towards the man's head. He laughed a little as it seemed as if it only pierced through the man's cheeks and apologized. He thrust it again, only to cut off the man's ear and create a huge scar across the man's head. He apologized yet again before finally thrusting his zanpakutou straight through the shinigami's head, finally ending his life.
