Fensake Kakuheki
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| Kakuheki, Fensake ♂ | |
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 Unseated, 2nd Division | |
| Date of Birth | 21st July, 1576 (435) |
| Place of Birth | Nigata, Japan |
| Zanpakutō | Fushichou Heki |
| Player | Fensake |
| Shinigami | |
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Appearance
Starting from Body form he is a very broad shouldered and stocky gentleman, but stands only about 6 centimeters shorter then average height. His skin tone is just slightly darker then fair with scars dotting his arms shoulders back and chest irregularly. He has a large burn back on his back, a rough skeletal shape of a bird covering his shoulder blades. It is unknown where he gained this though if asked he will tell it is something he's done to himself. His hands and feet are rough and calloused.
His facial features are gentle and disarming yet stern enough to suggest one should not slip having just broken a law of some kind or planted a joke bomb in their captains room. His eyes are a deep orange, a couple shades darker then his hair.
His shihakushou's upper bodyu has no cleeves, the white shirt underneath the otuter black sticking out slightly past the edges of the black. His hakama are able to be ripped away and re-attached due to the magic of several buttons revealing shins wrapped up to just under the knee, and slightly puffy Onmitsukidō like pant leggings.
The wrappings actually are ripped tabi socks made from a durable material and unless one sees the ripped parts covering his shins, his tabi socks appear from above the ankle down to be normal.
He wears forearm covering fingerless clothes of a black cloth, two metal crimson arm guards are worn over these and over the back of his hands and forearms. He carries a metal half-mask typically dangling from his neck that he puts on when in quick motion or combat, though it has not shown any proven use and does not seem to prevent gases from getting in, meaning it is purely an aesthetic choice on his part. Across his chest he wears a long chain, each link laying flat against him, that loops twice across his chest in opposite directions before linking at the small of his back. The metal itself is not strong but is slightly heavy and when asked on occasion his answer has been that the weight offsets his own natural weight and gives him a natural workout at all times.
Personality
Fensake is an incredibly serious individual, though still able to show moments of compassion and kind heartedness despite the relative hardass behaviour he seems to let flow off him in waves. He has always seen his life as expendable in the line of duty, willing to sacrifice his own body for the sake of those who would not survive otherwise. An astute man would look at him and see a man, not unafraid to die, but Afraid to remain alive while others die around him.
Despite the serious nature though he can be quite friendly to his fellow shinigami, or citizens of the rukongai on chances where he might wander through and see them. He has a natural intellect and knack for leadership that will one day hopefully lead him to captaincy among the court guard squads.
History
Born into the era of feudal Japan, Fensake's attitude towards the world around him was molded more or less to fit it, and yet not fit it. for no matter who, he could never stand by and watch anyone suffer. His family had all died when he was young, during attacks by bandits, he had been spared only because their bodies fell atop him as they were slain. Only ten he began to work as his father had in the rice paddies, and the fields, assisting his village in its recovery and rebuilding. Many villagers would think him brave, but truly he was more ghost for the next 5 years then he ever was as a plus soul. By the time he reached adult-hood of the modern era he had grown very strong and admired among the villagers, while no god to them, he was one who would never not stop to assist, would tend to those who needed wounds salved, and was never averse to lifting grain rolls from the backs of the weary and up onto his strong shoulders.
Born to a life of toil, he had found his place, found his solace in the loss of his family, and found his family had only been made smaller, and that those that remained cared for him as any other could. Despite the terror most should have felt after the bandit raid that killed his family he immediately went to work to assist the couple who had taken him in to make up for their inability to sire a child to repay their kindess. A man of courage, of valor, and sadly, of fool hardy bravery. He had left the town for some time, along with many other men of his own age, to go and fight for another Lords senseless wars and likely to die. It was a miracle at the end of the seasons wars that he came back at all, coming from the war nearly unscathed but for the memories of those he had lost. He had met along his path, just outside his own village, a set of bandits kicking strongly into a lump upon the ground. Fensake had been mere moments from ignoring it until he heard the whimper from the lump as it noticed his approach. Little could he have known he had not been so grand a swordsmen, as he had been a lucky one. He unsheathed the blade and would strike down one, then two, and then three bandits before the remaining party would gift him the eternal black sleep of death.
He had awoken, from what he could tell after several hours, to see a steady orange glow. Dazed from what he had thought his death he dashed off, not ever realizing he left his body behind bleeding across the dirt path. He stormed into his village to find it just now beginning to smolder into ashes and charcoal, and to see a Man in heavy black robes surveying the scene as a small black winged butterfly fluttered off. Fensake roared at the man in his rage, diving forward to slash with a sword he had not realized he no longer wielded, and was smashed to the dirt and ashen street by the pommel of this black robed figures blade. A blade he would remember, for it's small size, it's strangely blunt tip, and it's reversed edge.
He awoke again, this time feeling as if he had been something small, something insignificantly weak, and yet elegant. the sign to his right, more a slash of paint across one tattered wall, the numbers 78. A small splash of faded and weather worn blood underneath them. He picked himself up, rubbing away the dirt and dust and glancing around him to survey his new surroundings. It seemed safe enough, a mite bit sketchy but many kept to themselves and gave only shifty weary glances to those around them. He would blend in with the crowd easily as he tucked in, scooping a worn, and burn-edged blanket from a sleeping man, passed out in his own drunken stupor, and wrapping it about himself.
In that time he would wander through the districts, for a span of 17 years picking up the straggling children and other spirits, who he came to know as pluses, and together they moved through the Rukongai districts, relying on each other to make ends meat for the whole of them. Fensake also came to know of the shinigami, and of the art of the soul burial as each spirit called it when they were sent here. His previous animosity when he had first tried to rip apart one of the black clothed figures on sight had been quickly stowed away to feel personal shame about after he had been so easily subdued by the Shinigami. for now he could respect them well enough. After all, without them he would never have come to this new realm, and perhaps he would have become something dark and terrible rather than whatever level of pure being he was at the moment.
However, these years of content following could not forever last. As time went by many of his people began to find place among the vast districts to settle down. Taking groups of children along with them to keep them safe and give them a true home to flourish in, and so one day Fensake finally found himself alone, and again he came across a shinigami. He stood tall, yet not as well-built as Fensake. He would have passed off the initial feeling of familiarity if he had not noted in time the small blade tucked neatly into the front robes. Of the odd handle, so familiar as it had stamped him on the forehead and knocked him to the ground.
Fensake alone had not bothered to track the districts through which he traveled, he was well-armed with his small tanto, at least well enough at wielding it after 17 years of defending his followers to fend of the typical thugs, and thus hadn't been able to realize he had wandered into the 80th district of the Rukongai. So he approached with haste, to thank the shinigami for what he must have done for his villagers by sending them hear upon there deaths. He stopped abruptly as the man disappeared and the blade of cold steel pressed against his throat. Kubikiri tanto's, made to severe a dead enemies head a trophy, using a reversed edge on the curve. He began to raise his hands to show no harm meant, but stopped as the blade slightly cut into his throat and the man dropped to his knees in a fit of coughing.
Fensake turned and knelt, now seeing the dangers of the district around him as several men loomed from the shadows to come after this shinigami in his moment of weakness. Fensake assessed the situation, and patted the shinigami on the shoulder before sliding his hand around the dropped Kubikiri's hilt and unsheathing his own tanto blade. He would fight the three demons of Zaraki as they came at him and the wounded shinigami, who by now had begun to cough up blood as he collapsed, and leave all dead at his feet before re-sheathing his blade and picking the sheath from his shinigami's front and re-sheathing it as well.
By now the shinigami had lapsed into unconciousnes so Fensake simply hefted him over both his shoulders before making for the quickest exit from the Zaraki and into more peaceful rukongai districts. Eventually he would find his way back, days later, and with the shinigami again back on his feet, walking among district one, and nearing the gate. For during his time with the shinigami, keeping him from hacking up a lung, and sharing small meals, he noticed the shinigami reducing the energy he coursed throughout himself to a minimum. It had intrigued the Shinigami that he could sense the reaitsu at all, but fensake did not seem to find it all that terribly odd, so when asked to continue escorting him, he had happily obliged, glad to have a traveling companion again.
When they reached the gate it, unsurprisingly, snapped shut and the guardian looked down upon them for explanation of whya simple man of rukongai would have approached it with the shinigami. The shinigami spoke in hushed tones with the large guardian, but apparently convinced him to open the gate despite the Rukon mans presence. Fensake's presence. the shinigami turned to Fensake and held a hand out as he stood underneath the gateway. He offered him the chance to likewise bring souls to the Rukongai, and to help those lost in their paths to find their way. the Shinigami academy, one where anyone with spiritual prowess was sent.
Fensake was not sure if he truly qualified, his own reaitsu presence was truly unsensible but his control and the word of gratitude from the one whom he'd dragged back to the gate opened the doors enough for him to take the offer at face value and enter such an academy.
He was admitted to the shinigami academy where despite initial lack of any spirit presence he grew rapidly to meet the levels of his class mates. His use of a small tanto style asauchi aided him in Zanjutsu technique where he was able to weave in Hakuda style combat with Zanjutsu technique, and his skill in kidō was only just slightly below average, likely due to his relative newness towards use of reiryoku in general. When he finally graduated he requested a position in the 2nd Division.
Combat
Strengths
He has watched others fight and spar for a great deal of time, noting how each muscle movement effects the persons own body movement and thus reads his opponents physical motions incredibly well even from the slightest twitch of muscle fiber underneath their skin.
He has uncanny, if not unparalleled, skill in grappling with an opponent, as in a form of wrestling as opposed to the striking, kicking, slashing styles of Hakuda, Hohō, and Zanjutsu.
He has exceptional skill in Energy Control allowing him to weave Kidō and Hakuda/hohō into single attack patterns, not having to back of and concentrate for a few moments like many others would.
Weaknesses
He is, as his personality suggests, afraid to live while others die. He is known to throw himself into a situation where he will likely die if it means others might be able to get away.
His ability to sense and track reaitsu is low, unskilled though not non-existent. He usually will have to rely on special kidō to track an enemy.(yes i know i don't have that yet)
His weapon choice leaves him at disadvantage at mid-range combat where he would need to get inside his opponents defense before he can begin attacking.
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