Post by Ryo Gojo on Oct 9, 2016 20:57:33 GMT -5
Name:
Ryo Gojo
Alias:
Age:
360 looks 35
Gender:
Male
Class:
Shinigami
Faction:
Rank:
Exe 7th Division Captain
PvP Availability:
Permission only
Description:
Reiatsu Color:
Light Blue
Personality:
He is a generally upbeat person that tries to avoid conflict. Ryo is overly familiar with people and not very respectful and has a bad habit of trying to ditch responsibility in favor of gambling.
Family:
Gojo Noble Family
Weapon:
Zanpaktou
Stats
Reiatsu:
150
Attack:
150
Speed:
100
Weapon Skill:
50
Reiryoku Level:
15
Spare Reiryoku:
15
Pvp Rank:
Kill Points:
History:
Ryo was a rambunctious lad that found a love for gambling and having no love for the teachings of the clans he did little more than pay lip service and only learning the most basic of his clans teachings instead preferring to spend his time in the local bars from and early age learning all the many forms of gambling. His general dislike for authority generally kept him a center of attention of his elders that constantly doubted that he would ever amount to much
Having never entertained the thoughts of becoming a shinigami, cause that would put his body and love for an easy life in danger. It wasn't until one of his clan mates made him a bet, if he won his clan mate would pay him a large sum of money, if he lost he would join the Academy. The bet in the end didn't matter, all that did was that he had lost. He had enrolled the following day.
At the Academy it turned out that he was a natural unarmed fighter due to his history of gambling and the fights that often happened after. He quickly was recognized as a strong candidate for a seat but was held back due to the fact that he never cared to draw his sword. It wasn't until he was nearing his graduation exam where he had to prove that he at least had enough control to summon his swords shikai form. Even though he had little knowledge of it's abilities it was enough for him to graduate from the academy were he was recruited into the 7th division as an unseated shinigami.
He trained relentlessly on the tutelage of his captain striving to become stronger, braver, manlier. It was in one of these training that his sword began to finally speak to him telling him of its awful and strange power. It explained that it hated every living thing and above all it hated him the most. In the nightmarish landscape of his inner world they fought and struggled against each other. Him to bring his weapon to heel and this weapon with full intent to harm him. Eventually the battled drew to a close with him narrowly being the victor. Beaten and nearly broken his sword explained what it truly was, it was chaos given form, luck given shape. It was a thing that by its own existence should destroy itself, such thing were not meant to trapped and confined and it would do all in its power to free itself.
Finally he had grown strong enough that it was finally time for him to be able to take part in actual patrols with his division, naturally with his luck the patrols and all been cancelled and the reserves called to the human world. He watched in terror and fear as the world seemed to warp around the spiritual pressure in this town as the shinigami prepared for the battle that they knew was to come, and they weren't the only ones. He watched as men and women began leaving the area an effect of the captains to reduce casualties no doubt but here and there through out the crowds humans leaving he could make out those that stared at the sky with a knowing look only giving the shinigami a glance before continuing their vigil. He didn't know if they know the horrors that were about to descend on there town but they seemed to refuse to budge.
As if the sky was made of paper rips, tear, and crack as hollows began to descend on the town. while their numbers were beyond counting this was not the reason the shinigami had appeared in force. They were here for the arrancars that would follow after the horde had started to spread chaos. Then as suddenly as not they appeared the most feared of the creatures of heco mundo.
The battle was long and bloody, if you no long could see the person you looked for you would be safe in assuming them dead. with so many losses happening all around him he became more and more aware that his division was cut off from the rest of the Gotai 13 and were slowly being bled dry the seated of the division for oddly enough the first to fall trying their best to keep the men in their charge alive, the captain fought on laying waste to enemies as fast as they showed themselves but when it comes to quality versus quantity, quantity has a quality all its own. Every creator the Captain laid to waste left him that much weaker from cuts and fatigue. As he fell something inside of Ryo broke, as if on its own his sword released into bankai. Falling to the ground he felled the cup of dice to his chest and shook it. As he poured them onto the ground here were more dice that he could count as the world around him became hell on earth. the Dice vanished and again the weight of dice appeared in the cup, and again he rolled. he couldn't stop, the scream of men, women, and beast mixed together in a haunting tune as his flesh was torn, burned and his muscles began to seize from lightning strikes. It wasn't until he had rolled and his glazed eyes looked down to see all sixs that he understood why people say luck is a cold hearted bitch as his soul and all those around him began to burn, human shinigami or hollow mattered not, it was only by luck that he was able to revert his zanpaktou back to its shikia form and stabilize himself before he passes out.
When next he awoke he was sitting in a cave like room with no windows with only a white robe on, looking around his suspicions were confirmed, his sword and division clothes had been removed. looking around he began picking up rocks of the same relative size and began grinding the the sides of the rocks into as perfect cubes as he could. After all, whats the point of being in the maggots nest if you can't play dice.
Abilities
Reiryoku Skills
Focus Skills
Zanpaktou
Name:
Rokudan to Ichisetsu (Six shots one kill)
Description:
In the sealed for Rokudan to Ichisetsu looks like a standard wakizashi with a yellow blade and hand wrap around the black handle.
-Sealed:
-Bankai: Released from prison, may we each be judged, Show us you true power Rokudan to Ichisetsu
Spirit Description:
Inner World:
Attacks:
Shikia
all 1's all wounds are healed to non life threatening degree
1 the character's hands become numb weapon skill decreased by 1/3 rounded down
2 the character is rendered blind for one post
3 the character is rendered deaf for one post
4 the character cant feel pain for one post
5 the character has their pain amplified for one post
6 the character has damage they deal reflected back for one post
all 6's all wounds are shared with every other person
Bankia
All 1's Everyone is poisoned, food poisoning, rampant diarrhea and vomiting must be cured naturally
1 character suffers horrifyingly painful wounds
2 character is set on fire lasts until put out
3 character begins to quickly decompose over 3 rounds ends when leaving the effect range of bankai
4 character is struck by lightning as many times as they have had 4 rolled since bankai
5 character is at the center of a large explosion, see kido 73
6 character is subjected to hado #90
all 6's Everyone spontaneously inner combustion with soul consuming fire, the fire is stronger if you have a high reastsu
Ryo Gojo
Alias:
Age:
360 looks 35
Gender:
Male
Class:
Shinigami
Faction:
Rank:
Exe 7th Division Captain
PvP Availability:
Permission only
Description:
{Description}
Reiatsu Color:
Light Blue
Personality:
He is a generally upbeat person that tries to avoid conflict. Ryo is overly familiar with people and not very respectful and has a bad habit of trying to ditch responsibility in favor of gambling.
Family:
Gojo Noble Family
Weapon:
Zanpaktou
Stats
Reiatsu:
150
Attack:
150
Speed:
100
Weapon Skill:
50
Reiryoku Level:
15
Spare Reiryoku:
15
Pvp Rank:
Kill Points:
History:
Ryo was a rambunctious lad that found a love for gambling and having no love for the teachings of the clans he did little more than pay lip service and only learning the most basic of his clans teachings instead preferring to spend his time in the local bars from and early age learning all the many forms of gambling. His general dislike for authority generally kept him a center of attention of his elders that constantly doubted that he would ever amount to much
Having never entertained the thoughts of becoming a shinigami, cause that would put his body and love for an easy life in danger. It wasn't until one of his clan mates made him a bet, if he won his clan mate would pay him a large sum of money, if he lost he would join the Academy. The bet in the end didn't matter, all that did was that he had lost. He had enrolled the following day.
At the Academy it turned out that he was a natural unarmed fighter due to his history of gambling and the fights that often happened after. He quickly was recognized as a strong candidate for a seat but was held back due to the fact that he never cared to draw his sword. It wasn't until he was nearing his graduation exam where he had to prove that he at least had enough control to summon his swords shikai form. Even though he had little knowledge of it's abilities it was enough for him to graduate from the academy were he was recruited into the 7th division as an unseated shinigami.
He trained relentlessly on the tutelage of his captain striving to become stronger, braver, manlier. It was in one of these training that his sword began to finally speak to him telling him of its awful and strange power. It explained that it hated every living thing and above all it hated him the most. In the nightmarish landscape of his inner world they fought and struggled against each other. Him to bring his weapon to heel and this weapon with full intent to harm him. Eventually the battled drew to a close with him narrowly being the victor. Beaten and nearly broken his sword explained what it truly was, it was chaos given form, luck given shape. It was a thing that by its own existence should destroy itself, such thing were not meant to trapped and confined and it would do all in its power to free itself.
Finally he had grown strong enough that it was finally time for him to be able to take part in actual patrols with his division, naturally with his luck the patrols and all been cancelled and the reserves called to the human world. He watched in terror and fear as the world seemed to warp around the spiritual pressure in this town as the shinigami prepared for the battle that they knew was to come, and they weren't the only ones. He watched as men and women began leaving the area an effect of the captains to reduce casualties no doubt but here and there through out the crowds humans leaving he could make out those that stared at the sky with a knowing look only giving the shinigami a glance before continuing their vigil. He didn't know if they know the horrors that were about to descend on there town but they seemed to refuse to budge.
As if the sky was made of paper rips, tear, and crack as hollows began to descend on the town. while their numbers were beyond counting this was not the reason the shinigami had appeared in force. They were here for the arrancars that would follow after the horde had started to spread chaos. Then as suddenly as not they appeared the most feared of the creatures of heco mundo.
The battle was long and bloody, if you no long could see the person you looked for you would be safe in assuming them dead. with so many losses happening all around him he became more and more aware that his division was cut off from the rest of the Gotai 13 and were slowly being bled dry the seated of the division for oddly enough the first to fall trying their best to keep the men in their charge alive, the captain fought on laying waste to enemies as fast as they showed themselves but when it comes to quality versus quantity, quantity has a quality all its own. Every creator the Captain laid to waste left him that much weaker from cuts and fatigue. As he fell something inside of Ryo broke, as if on its own his sword released into bankai. Falling to the ground he felled the cup of dice to his chest and shook it. As he poured them onto the ground here were more dice that he could count as the world around him became hell on earth. the Dice vanished and again the weight of dice appeared in the cup, and again he rolled. he couldn't stop, the scream of men, women, and beast mixed together in a haunting tune as his flesh was torn, burned and his muscles began to seize from lightning strikes. It wasn't until he had rolled and his glazed eyes looked down to see all sixs that he understood why people say luck is a cold hearted bitch as his soul and all those around him began to burn, human shinigami or hollow mattered not, it was only by luck that he was able to revert his zanpaktou back to its shikia form and stabilize himself before he passes out.
When next he awoke he was sitting in a cave like room with no windows with only a white robe on, looking around his suspicions were confirmed, his sword and division clothes had been removed. looking around he began picking up rocks of the same relative size and began grinding the the sides of the rocks into as perfect cubes as he could. After all, whats the point of being in the maggots nest if you can't play dice.
Abilities
Reiryoku Skills
Focus Skills
Zanpaktou
Name:
Rokudan to Ichisetsu (Six shots one kill)
Description:
In the sealed for Rokudan to Ichisetsu looks like a standard wakizashi with a yellow blade and hand wrap around the black handle.
-Sealed:
{Sealed}
-Shikai: Sow chaos and reap your rewards, Rokudan to Ichisetsu{Shikai}
-Bankai: Released from prison, may we each be judged, Show us you true power Rokudan to Ichisetsu
{Bankai}
Spirit Description:
{Inner Spirit}
Inner World:
{Inner World}
Attacks:
Shikia
all 1's all wounds are healed to non life threatening degree
1 the character's hands become numb weapon skill decreased by 1/3 rounded down
2 the character is rendered blind for one post
3 the character is rendered deaf for one post
4 the character cant feel pain for one post
5 the character has their pain amplified for one post
6 the character has damage they deal reflected back for one post
all 6's all wounds are shared with every other person
Bankia
All 1's Everyone is poisoned, food poisoning, rampant diarrhea and vomiting must be cured naturally
1 character suffers horrifyingly painful wounds
2 character is set on fire lasts until put out
3 character begins to quickly decompose over 3 rounds ends when leaving the effect range of bankai
4 character is struck by lightning as many times as they have had 4 rolled since bankai
5 character is at the center of a large explosion, see kido 73
6 character is subjected to hado #90
all 6's Everyone spontaneously inner combustion with soul consuming fire, the fire is stronger if you have a high reastsu