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 | | Subject: Sora Watanabe- Fullbringer Tue Oct 09, 2012 12:51 am | |
| Name: Sora Watanabe
Nickname:
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): He usually carries a knife on him, along with his prized paintbrush.
Personality: Sora is a bit mysterious, though generally he's warm-hearted, if a bit introverted. He tends to keep personal matters to himself, though it's not unheard of for him to occasionally relate his own experiences to others. Generally, Sora's a kinda guy. He's often seen giving change to the homeless, buying children things that they want, but can't afford, and even sacrificing something he has for the sake of another. In general, through and through, Sora's probably one of the nicest people anyone can meet. He's that guy that will go out of his way just to help someone, say hello, etc. It's night impossible to get on Sora's bad side, unless you're one who's committed atrocities that he deems cannot be forgiven.
While in combat, Sora's a fan of drawn-out speeches. He believes there's an inherent good in everyone, all it needs is a little pushing. He would throw his life on the line, if it meant helping to persuade someone to go from evil deeds to a life of goodness. Oftentimes, this can get him hurt, or seriously injured, explaining how his eye is missing, but at that point, Sora usually gives up and finishes the fight. He hates hurting people, and will never do more than defend himself in a spar, unless it's something small, such as tripping someone, in which case he'll instantly feel guilty and help them back up.
Despite all this, at the same time, he manages to find joy in almost everything, or at least something good, including fighting.
Physical Appearance:
- Spoiler:
Sora is about 6'1, with an eye patch over his left eye where he had an incident with a Hollow attack. He's tan, and slightly muscular; obviously of Filipino descent, at least. He usually wears a beanie, with dark brown hair starting to curl out from underneath it, parted in the front. Often, Sora wears shirts that accentuate his toned chest, something he did to fuel his ego, knowing he was rather good-looking. He usually wears blue jeans, and often his shirt matches his beanie at the moment in some way. His eye patch has a skull and crossbones on it, something he himself finds funny, making him enjoy the eye patch even more, despite all of the odd looks he gets. He wears tennish shoes, and carries anything the average person would; wallet, keys, a pocket knife for protection, and the occasional bit of change.
Bio:
Sora grew up in a rural Mexican community where everyone had to work, children and adults alike. He wasn't given much of a childhood. By day, he helped his parents tend the few animals and crops he had, and by night, Sora would draw with rocks on other rocks. After years of living like this, a Mexican plantation owner bought the town's land, and they were all forced to move. Sora's parents were broke, and wished a better life on Sora, so they gave him up for adoption. Sora felt this as a betrayal, having had the utmost loyalty to his parents. He was adopted by a family in Japan, the Watanabe's. Sora had his whole name changed out of spite for his old Mexican family, who he had worked so hard to please and help out.
Sora grew up angry and bitter, feeling the sting of being unwanted. His self-esteem was low, he had no friends; all in all, Sora was dealt a shitty hand. He turned into a rebel, a punk, and disobeyed laws, his parents, everyone of authority. He fell in with the wrong crowd and began abusing drugs. At one point in time, however, he looked at himself, and compared himself to who he used to be. His eyes had opened, and he saw that whether or not his parents had abandoned him didn't matter. He couldn't blame them for all of his problems.
It was tough, but Sora pulled through the mess, thanks to his artwork as he often says. Since he moved, he had been supplied with all of the necessities to start painting, one of the things he truly loved. Being perfectly honest, Sora loved anything that involved creativity. So after his incident with the drugs, Sora kept his nose clean, and whenever he felt the urge to start abusing, he turned to his work; however, throughout the years, nearing the end of high school, Sora still felt sad that he had been given up by his parents. He felt they were being selfish, and needed the money for themselves instead of him, and had sent him away for that reason.
One day, Sora's viewpoint changed entirely. He recieved a letter in the mail. The envelope was fairly dirty, and on it were words written in Spanish, with a Mexican address. Sora was curious as to what was inside, and who would be sending him stuff, but he opened it anyway. Inside, was a letter, and a whole wad of cash. Sora was shocked, to say the least, and read what was inside of the letter.
Nuestro muchacho hermoso,
Your Papi and I love you very much, please don't ever forget. Giving you away was the hardest thing we had ever done, though we don't regret it one bit. We miss you very much, our poco muchacho. We hope you're doing well in Japan. We know how much you love art, so all of the money that we've saved since you were young is right there so you can go through art school. We hope you come see us some time when you make it big, but until then, te amo.
~Madre y Padre
At this, tears welled up in the young man's eyes. He hadn't been abandoned after all! He felt so ashamed of himself, behaving out of turn, and blaming his parents, when they were just looking out for him. He was determined to see them again, but until then, letters would have to suffice; he wouldn't let them down.
After he recieved the letter, Sora moved out and got his own place, regularly attending college for art. He took three years, before dropping out. By then, he was able to successfully sell his paintings worldwide. One day, however, when he turned 21, he developed an ability he couldn't justify. He found he could make his paintings come to life, a form of animation. Sora painted something in the midst of a crowd once, but found that nobody even noticed it. It's not that they didn't react to it; it was as if the line he had painted was physical, as people were slightly scared when they ran into nothing, they just couldn't see it.
It was around this time that Sora began to notice people in odd places, with odd chains around them, and large monsters. They never seemed to go after him, preferring the souls. However, once they did, and Sora was able to defend himself using his painting techniques to create various things. Sora conversed with one, and realized they were spirits.
Shortly after, a Shinigami came to purify the spirit Sora was conversing with, who explained everything he could to Sora, visiting him a few nights after to continue explaining. Sora got caught up all the way to Arrancar's and the fact he was a Fullbringer, when the Shinigami disappeared. After there seemed to be more Hollows in the area than usual, Sora decided to help destroy them. He came across the Shinigami's body, and found him dead.
He mourned the loss of his friend, by defeated all of the Hollows who had been in the area. While it was only a few, Sora was still left winded. From then on, he vowed to make sure none of his allies died again while he could help it. He would create a coven of like-minded people with similar abilities to fight the Hollows so that nobody had to fight alone.
Fullbring
Name: Shirai
Item: A simple paintbrush.
Appearance: When released, the paintbrush grows in size, comparable to a quarter staff. It's immensely heavy to anyone who tries to pick it up other than Sora, being well over 1,000 lbs. A white liquid seems to float from the tip to above, where it dissipates in midair. Each bristle acts as a razor-sharp needle with a bladed edge, with more cutting power than a regular zanpaku-to.
Ability: Sora can condense his reiatsu in midair, allowing him to paint on that piece of condensed reiatsu. Whatever he paints, he can bring to life, or activate it as if it were a real object. For instance, he could paint a guitar, then physically grip the guitar, strum it once with his finger, and a soundwave will be produced that could injure the enemy. (Can only use the paint abilities specified in techniques.) Whenever Sora wishes to dissipate a painting, he must place his hand on it, and it will fall away into a dust-like matter. No matter how crudely the painting is, it works as if it were the actual thing. (For almost all paintings, it's basically nothing but lines, as he uses black ink for the outlines. He's made quite a few abominations like this, so he has to be careful.)
Techniques:
-Sora can paint a bow and arrow in mid-air. The bow will auto-aim on an enemy, and release an arrow. The arrow will act as if an expert archer had shot it, and head straight towards where the bow shot it off at. If Sora wishes to fire the bow again, he'll either need to paint a repeating clip, which takes another turn after the bow is completed, or continuously paint arrows on each turn after it's fired.
-Sora can paint a guitar quickly, within one turn, and use it as a weapon, both for offense and defense. It has the durability of iron, and can be strummed to cause soundwaves that shatter windows, pop eardrums, and blow nearby objects back. The guitar can actually be used as a weapon, too.
-Sora can paint something, and leave it suspended there, in midair. If he touches the tip of the paintbrush to it, it latches on, and acts as an extension of the brush. This can be used to fling objects at an enemy from a great distance with great power.
-Sora can change the color of the ink at will, though doing so doesn't actually affect the ink itself. He can use this, however, to mislead opponents; such as painting more blood on him than is actually there, able to make himself feign weakness and being more injured than he is. He can also give his paint a reflective quality if he wishes, which, in direct sunlight could potentially stun someone for a few moments if the light is shined right. The ability to give his paint a glossy finish is needed to create vehicles.
-So long as Sora uses a glossy finish, he can take up to three combat turns to paint a vehicle; be it car, tank, helicopter, etc.
-If Sora paints flames onto something, those flames will burn continuously, not able to be put out by water nor ice. It were merely greatly heat up the water, and melt the ice. It cannot burn Sora, and dissipates once something either crushes it, or Sora dismisses it. It can also cause other things to ignite into painted flames, like oil, clothing, etc. Any nearby paint that has been painted by Sora automatically catches fire, as his paint is oil-based.
-Sora can paint animals, that will come out and do his bidding once he has finished. The larger the animal, the more time it takes to paint.
-By painting an image that looks like the head of a spade, a shield is created in front of Sora, to block the attack. It can block up to three attacks of very strong strength, 7 medium-strength, and 10 weak-strength attacks. If a slash is made across the middle, it shows a reflective quality, and will bounce the attacks back at the sender, or be reflected to somewhere else if Sora physically grabs the shield and holds it himself. The shield floats around Sora until it is destroyed, or dispersed by Sora. This ability requires a four-post regeneration time.
-Sora can affect the properties by adding marks in comic books to show an action. For example, if he were exhaling, in midair, if he made swirly lines like in a comic book to show gale-strength wind being blown, it feels as if Sora's merely exhaling to himself, while all in front of him will be blown back. Another example would be painting lightning bolts around his hand to electrify a punch.
-By painting a circle, then thrusting his paintbrush through, flames expel from the circle, shooting up to fifty feet in a straight line with the strength of a jet engine, both pushing away, and burning anything caught. (More of a way to get space between them, than an attack.
Role-play sample:
- Spoiler:
Creativity can do wonders for a man's soul. A man without creativity, is like a butterfly with designs and colors, or arts without a message; the very thing that made it beautiful, stripped away, leaving nothing but a blank slate, an ugly bug, or a useless drawing. At least, this was the way Sora Watanabe, an artist, saw it. He sat on his back porch on a little plot of land, on the outskirts of Naruki City. A paint brush was to his right, an easel holding a canvas in front of him, various tubes of painting supplies to his left. Gingerly, he held a pallet with an assortment of colors in his left hand, one paint brush in specific in his right. Lightly, he dabbled the brush into the green paint, before spreading it across the bottom of the canvas, sighing, as he looked down. He wanted to paint, but the death of his Shinigami friend, Myles, was greatly affecting him.
Sora gingerly placed his painting supplies down, becoming a part of the circle of painting materials around him, before he wiped his hands on his paints. He sighed, as a breeze blew through, rustling the curls that swept away from the side of his head. Despite being on the outskirts of Naruki City, he got a great view of the forest, something he enjoyed painting to. It was almost like a scene from a movie. Lush green trees, medium-length green grass, it was all beautiful, and gave Sora a feeling of grandeur. Sora stood, bones and joints cracking as he did, having sat still for a while. He had practically been staring at the painting for hours, deciding on what he wanted to do. Eventually, Sora had settled on a windmill atop a plain, but he just didn't feel like finishing it.
Sora turned around, stepping over the rag he used to wipe his hands, that he'd had plaecd behind him. He walked to the door, sliding the glass door open, walking in, and turning around to shut it behind him. He walked through his kitchen, to a door that led to the side of his house. He opened it and stepped out, despite being barefoot. He walked to the shed, where he looked at something he had on a workbench of his; a normal katana, at first glance. Anybody that could see or feel spiritual pressure, and with the right knowledge, knew it was a zanpaku-to, the only part of Myles the Hollows hadn't consumed. Sora heard a faint sound behind him, and turned, to see a man dressed in the same attire that Myles had been.
The man was tall, about six-foot-five, with broad shoulders. He wore the traditional shinigami yakama, and bore a zanpaku-to at his waist, a slim band circling his head. The large, tanned man walked forward, nodding at Sora. "I am a representative from the Soul Society. My name is Yodanbo Jakushi. I have come for the zanpaku-to of the fallen Myles Taylor." He said, his voice a deep, rich bariton. Sora nodded, as he turned, and walked inside, gingerly grabbing the zanpaku-to, holding it out to the man. "Please, take it. It is with you, it belongs." Sora said, smiling, as he passed the zanpaku-to to the large man, who merely nodded in return. Sora turned to shut the doors, which closed with a long, drawn-out creak. When Sora turned around again, Yodanbo had left.
Sora walked back to his paint supplies, somehow feeling that that was something that needed to happen. At the same time, it felt as if a weight had been lifted. Now Sora didn't have to bear that piece of Myles anymore. He was about to sit down, when he felt something nearby, something that wasn't right. A piece of him, somewhere, reacted with it. Sora immediately jumped up, grabbing his favorite paintbrush from the small pile that was at the right of the circle, before running through the kitchen, jumping over the sleek leather sofa that stood between him and the door, before he grabbed the door by the knob. Effortlessly, he opened the door, looking out in horror to see a Hollow, attacking the spirit of a young child.
The hollow was large, that was simple enough to see. It had eight tentacle-like limbs, with a body reminiscent of a jellyfish. It turned, hearing the sound of something hitting a wall, noticing the man in the doorway, staring directly at it. Sora wasted no time, as he ran out, already calling the name of his paintbrush. "Shirai." He said, as the paintbrush extened to become seven feet long.
A tentacle shot at him, far exceeding the length it should be able to stretch. Was that a special ability this hollow had? No matter. Sora swung the bristled part of the paintbrush behind him, before bringing it overhead at the tendril. Immediately, it was split in half, with smaller ribbons of rubbery skin falling from the brush. It turned to sneer at Sora, speaking. "Puny human. I'll devour you, and I'll make the little one watch." The voice said. It was female, and sounded like a raven cawing, a noise that hurt Sora's ears just to listen to.
"I can't let you do that. You see, I protect this town." He said, grinning, as he focused his reiatsu into the form of a stick-like figure. A quick brush with his paintbrush, and a black line was floating in midair. Sora touched the tip of his paintbrush to it, noticing a black, smelly liquid coming from the underside of the Hollow. He spun in a circle, much like one who does shotput. He allowed the energy to travel from his legs, through his body, to his brush, as it swung the black line. The momentum from his body empowered the strength of the brush swing, and the black line had been launched.
It pierced through the air, like a javelin thrown during a field event. It found its way between the eyes of the hollow, staying there, effectively cracking the mask. A shriek found its way from the Hollows mask, as it turned, glaring at Sora. At once, all eight tendrils launched at him. Sora, meanwhile, had been busy painting again, what looked like a flame that could easily be mistaken for a flower floating in midair. In fact, it wasn't just one, but a multitude of them, forming a long line all the way around Sora. He grinned as he pulled the paintbrush away, the flames starting to flicker.
The Hollow noticed this, the sockets in its mask seeming to widen. All to late, the tendrils met the flames, the flame sticking wherever it touched. Sora grinned, as he painted another one, before putting four wavy lines around his face, inhaling for a second. He was rather enjoying the fight, trying not to let the fact that the Hollow was going to be destroyed find its way into his mind. He exhaled, gust-strength winds coming from the Fullbringers mouth, as it blew the last flame towards the Hollow's mask, the flame hitting exactly where he had planned. It sat just underneath the sword, the flames reaching up ever-higher each time to the sword, before it finally caught. The hilt caught fire first, the flames travelling along the blade, as it burned its way into the crack in the Hollows mask, before it started burning it from the inside out, due to being impaled by the sword.
Within seconds, the Hollow was burned alive, and the paint reduced to dust. Sora walked to the kid, inspecting him for a moment, before taking a look at the spirit chain that sat in the center of the boy's chest. "A Shinigami will be here for you soon. I'm sorry one so young as yourself has to go through that..." He said iwth sadness tinting his voice, as he turned, again seeing Yodanbo. They nodded at each other, as Sora continued to his house, not taking a second look behind him. He made his way to his painting area, plopping down in the center. His brush returned to regular size as he walked through his house, so the brush didn't paint on something that Sora didn't want. Sora gripped the brush, before putting it to the palette, mixing colors, and applying them to the canvas.
Three hours. Three hours later, and the painting was done. It was remarkable time, as compared to most painters; since paintings tend to take at least a day, if not more. In the center, sat a beautiful windmill, surrounded by blue sky, fluffy clouds, and wind-swept grass. And right on the very top, were the words, "Defenders of this beauty, till the end." Sora grinned, as he gathered his belongings, putting all of his brushes except one in a pouch. He placed his paints in a container, before putting them all inside on his table, where he set his brushes afterwards. Sora grabbed the painting off the easel, carrying them both carefully down the hallway away from the living room, leading to his private self-gallery. He set the easel down in a corner, before placing the painting on his desk, smiling at it, leaving it to dry, before walking out, shutting the lights off, and closing the door behind him.
Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV-2
Hankou - 8
Reiryoku - 16
Hakudo - 13
Seijuu - 13
Bukijuu - 11
Hoho - 11
Points awarded: 2
Training Thread :[https://bleachoblivion.rpg-board.net/t44-training-thread-submission
Total points: 70
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