//--[kurosaki] SEIJI--\\

[//--seijiKUROSAKI--//]

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Masked;; Soldier

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Name -- Seiji Kurosaki

His first name, pronounced (SAY-jee), basically translates from Japanese into the english words, 'Government' or 'Politics'. As for the surname, 'Kurosaki', it comes from two japanese terms. The first term, 'Kuro', translates from Japanese into the english term, 'Black'. The second term, 'saki', translates from Japanese as well, into the english term, 'End'. In the traditional order of surname, given name, the translation would most possibly mean, 'Black End Government/Politics'.

Age| Seventeen. (I know the listing says 16...but I was hoping that, since he still would be the eldest sibling in the family, that this would be allowed. His personality and ideals would seem more fitting for a seventeen year old. That's in my opinion, anyway).

Gender _-_Male

Appearance-- Seiji has a somewhat tall, slender bodily frame. Measuring at six feet exactly and weighing in at 145 lbs, Seiji is granted a somewhat lightfooted, agile advantage over an opponent. However, he lacks in physical strength to balance it.

His hair is short, and a rather black color. It is styled in a sort of spiked, yet unorganized manner. His bangs reach just below his eyebrows, while the sides of his hair reach just past the lobes of both of his ears. The length of the sides varies, it gets longer as it approaches the back, slightly. The back of his hair style reaches down just below the bottom of his neck, going over part of the back of his shirt or other upper garment. The length of his neck is about five and a half inches in length.

Seiji also has eyes of a serene green color. They're as green as the leaves of trees, slowly dancing in the calm breeze that motivates them. To accompany this, Seiji's usual facial expression is also one of serenity. More features that show in his expressions are those of nobility, courage, security; it shows that he is not afraid to defend what, or who, he cares about most. In rare cases, the color of his eyes can put on the image of something fierce, rather than serene; like the cyclonic winds that make green forest leaves dance rapidly in an endless circle. This would only happen in cases of despair and anger, sometimes fear, which is a rare case, as stated before. A pair of rather thin-lined, black eyebrows sit above his eyes. They tend to thin out even more as they trail outward on the border between his forehead and the rest of his face.

Overall, he's inherited the looks of his grandfather, and the hair color of his grandmother.

He tends to wear various styles of clothing to suit his needs for the day. Though usually he dresses himself with a T-shirt with some sort of logo or phrase on it, and he ALWAYS tries to fit in a light grey jacket into his outdoor apparel. He also wears an assortment of belts, usually bearing the same logo as the shirt he wears. To support this upper dressing, he normally wears dark blue jeans and ALWAYS wears his black and white, mid-top sneakers when going out.

Zanpakuto;: Fuumarashi (Immortal Tempest) - The sealed zanpakutou is shaped like a normal katana. The blade has a normal grey color, as for all traditional katana blades. The hilt is wrapped in a simple black bandage, with a thin, leaf green cloth lying under it. The blade itself is at least three and a half long. While the hilt's length stays at roughly a nine inches. The guard is shaped somewhat like a symbol signifying a hurricane. There are two points on the opposite sides of the guard, that curve in opposite directions, like a physical form of still wind swirling around the blade.


Shikai: The sealed form of the zanpakutou splits into two pieces. Upon reforming, the new blade has straightened itself out and gained a second edge. The color of the blade turns a dark blue, the color of his aura. The scabbard of the sealed zanpakutou is held in the right hand, as it melts around the frame of it and reforms into a steel gauntlet, of a faint blue color.

The gauntlet has the ability to gather, shape and release any reiatsu from virtually any point on the gauntlet. His favored method or releasing these projectiles is in the form of a leaflike object. It puts less of a strain on his hand, and he is able to release them at a rate of two per second, due to the fact that he has indeed practiced releasing this shape of reiatsu. This form of projectile is not powerful, but is fast and precise.

The double-edged blade also has the ability to gather reiatsu within the blade. However it cannot release projectile reiatsu. This ability to gather reiatsu in the blade is for close-quarters combat. It increases the effect of the damage dealt by 1.5 times. Another ability that is granted when gathering reiatsu, is that it releases non-lethal spirit particles into the air, to move the air to create wind. It has enough force to make Seiji able to lift himself off of the ground and practically fly in the air.

To release his shikai, he commands it by saying, "Flow before me, Arashi!" (Fuumarashi's name is shortened here, for Seiji did not know his true name at that time. When he initially released it, Fuumarashi only revealed half of his true name...thus only being called 'Tempest' for the time being)

Bankai: This is the true form of Fuumarashi. First, the cry. "Flow before me, flow around me....Flow through me. Move the air, move nature according to your own design. Quell the hurricane, awaken the tempest. Ban Kai! Hear thy true name, for knowledge begs revelation! Fuumarashi!"

In this final release, the blade that was formed in Shikai remains the same, as well as the gauntlet on his right hand. However, a second steel gauntlet, identical to the right one, forms on Seiji's left hand. Faint blue metallic additions form around the soles of his zori sandals, as well, to serve as a sort of corresponding footwear. In addition to his new clothing, his shihakushou is no longer visible. What remains is a tightly fastened robe, secured by a deep green sash, and a tighter fitting, divided hakama.

Also in this release, the gauntlets and zori switch abilities with the sword. The gauntlets and zori now have the power to move the air and generate wind via spirit particles, while the double-edged sword can release projectile reiatsu. The wind now generated from the gauntlets and zori are almost three times as intense as the shikai release. The gusts of wind they generate can be utilized to blow almost any opponent away, and to take flight.

A new ability can now be performed with this new additional equipment. By using his gauntlets and zori all at the same time, he is able to manipulate the spirit particles he generates, to create a miniature hurricane around himself, for a grand defense. However, he cannot hold this for a long amount of time. He can hold it for just about three minutes. In order to not waste the gathered momentum of spirit particles, he is able to gather the wind and particles into the length of his blade for a split-second. Within that time, he can unleash his ultimate attack. He can gather reiatsu into his blade, and release it along with the gathered powerful wind and momentous spirit particles at an opponent. The wind combined with the spirit particles would give the wave of reiatsu and extra 'push' to deliver a more powerful blow. He normally does this with his remaining energy and focuses this into a final effort. It would leave him out of commission for about a day, two days at most.

Kido:He has not learned anything in the ways of Kido, just like his grandfather.

Hollow Mask Appearance: Oddly enough, his mask is designed just like his grandfather's. However, there is one distinct difference. Instead of the dark red tendrils on the mask that his grandfather had, he has navy blue ones...which is rather odd. (It's as if the Inner Hollow is somehow a descendant of Ichigo's Inner Hollow)

Personality:

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Seiji is normally a calm person, unlike his grandfather. He's a rather caring person, and would really give anything for his loving family and loyal friends. His temper can endure very well and won't be lost so easily. Very few things can make him geniuinely angry. Annoyed, maybe. But definately not angry, easily. He is calm like the flowing breeze that makes leaves dance, makes clouds move, or shapes the sky. At the same time, he isn't the type to worry about something easily, either. He has a sense of bold courage that seems to be found in at least ONE Kurosaki per generation.

He does not judge one person upon first impression. Not even those who may be negative to him in the beginning. He would like to get to know anybody that he meets, so long as they are willing to do the same. He seems to be capable of feeling virtually any emotion, except hate. For he believes you cannot love if you can hate. Some emotions are harder to feel, or comprehend, than others.

One of the things he loves to do most is make others smile. For when one makes others smile, the world seems to become a better place. When one feels sad, it's like an approaching storm.

Like other boys, and Kurosakis of past generations, he doesn't mind an occasional fight. However, he never does it to harm others, only protect. Be it himself, or someone else. This includes when his father randomly ambushes him from the shadows of the clinic hallway. That is where his sense of nobility comes from. He's willing to die to protect those that he cares deeply for.

Seiji is also a logical thinker. He is like the eye of the mental storm, one would say. His thoughts are easily collected, unbothered and straightforward. For there isn't that much to avert them onto other matters. He basically thinks before he acts. At the same time, he is ignorant to a lot of concepts and enjoyable things. He has never experienced the genuine feeling of love, for example.

--| Likes |--

Boxes
Lights
Trees
Thunderstorms
Ramen
Thinking
Making others smile
Friends
Family
Making Jokes/Making people -LAUGH-
Fighting [for fun sometimes, not for horrible violence]

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Seiji knows how to feel sad, easily. Whenever topics about his mother, or dear things that were lost to him are brought up, a massive wave of depression rushes over him, which can last for weeks. Due to having other usually pent up negative emotions, it's quite a handful when it's finally released. Anger especially. It's like a broken water faucet. It won't stop until it's fixed.

Another somewhat negative thing about Seiji is that he can be very stubborn. This can sometimes be a good thing, but most other times it leads him into a rather bad situation. It's because he's a logical thinker that he usually tends to think his way is the most reasonable action. He does not rely on instinct to do what he does. He may be spontaneous at times, but his logic can tend to hurt others unintentionally.

Seiji does not choose to be open about his feelings. To him, it's a sign that he is not able to help himself. Coupled with that is a sort of negative paranoia that comes over him when he is indeed depressed. Yet, that sense of paranoia goes away when he somehow makes someone else smile. It's like the parting of the clouds to let the sun shine through.

--| Dislikes

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Feeling Depressed
Fighting [violently]
Rejection
Failure
Making others sad
Lack of Boxes
Hate
Revenge
Anger
Greed
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History:

The [early] Years.

Seiji Kurosaki was born on April thirteenth, at 8:33 am. He had become the first grandchild of Ichigo Kurosaki and his wife Rukia, as well as the firstborn son of his father. Upon his birth, his mother gave him the name Seiji, meaning 'Government'. She had the hopes of her firstborn son to one day rise up to be a leader, and take hold of the Kurosaki household when the time had come. A proper man, to live in a way that'd make no one person sad, for the light to shine on his days forever.

After three birthdays, and just a little over eight months after his third birthday, he found himself in a mysterious place. The same place in which he was born. Karakura Hospital. Here he unknowingly met the loving couple Ishida Uryu and Orihime, as he waited with his father outside of his mother's hospital room. Minutes turned to a few hours, and the doctor soon came out with an unreadable look. There were twins, a boy and a girl. However, the mother, the wife, the family's world, had unexpectedly died of an illness. Seiji, not understanding any of this at the time, looked to his father as he noticed tears well up in his eyes. His father was crying. Though he still did not understand what was going on, his own tears began to well up in his eyes. There, he uttered his first word, 'Mama'.

Days had passed. He was now standing in front of a crowd of people all dressed in black. He looked upon an open container and sighted a familiar face. He smiled ignorantly, and approached the container happily. However, his father pulled him back tearfully. With Seiji not being able to see his mother, he began to cry once more, harder than before. He yelled his first word once, twice, three times. 'Mama! Mama! Mamaaa!'

Seiji looked around frantically at all of the other people, as he struggled with his father to make him lose his grip so he could see his dear mother. Little did he notice that a lot of the people around him had chains protruding from their chests. They were souls. Though he did not realize it at first, he could see them quite clearly.

Years had passed since his mother's death. Slowly, he came to the realization that she was gone, never coming back. He learned about death, and dying, by realizing what those people with chains actually were! His father had told him, "She died for your siblings. She loved us all very much", and he believe it. It was true. Absolutely. It was then at age seven, that he decided he would do what his mother would have wished him to do. He would protect his younger siblings with his life.

At the age of nine, he dove in after his younger sister, the instant he saw her fall into the depths. He had indeed learned how to swim at the age of seven. Their father even jumped in after him. Slowly, he took his children out of the depths and smiled. "You have to be more careful!", he said on their way home.

the [LATER] years

Many more years had passed. He was now fifteen years of age. He was walking past a mysterious shop one day, when a man called out to him, "Oooh, you're one of those Kurosaki's aren't youuu?"

Seiji turned toward the doorway of the shop and said, "Yeah, I am...how can I help you?"

"Heee, well now. Why not come in for a little while. My dad's told me a lot about your family, yees," he said cheerfully.

Seiji nodded slightly and hesitantly walked inside. He didn't know what was telling him, but he felt like he could trust what this man was saying, that he did know about his family. What they spoke of was rather interesting. Every other day he would stop to go into the shop to talk to the strange man. Seiji gave him his name, but the man did not give his in return.

Yet another week passed. He came to visit the shop once more. This time it was different. The man looked up at Seiji, smiling. "I want to show you the legacy your grandfather left behind...", he said, as he opened a trap door on the floor.

Seiji hesitated and nodded to the man, as he climbed down into the dark tunnel. After a short while, a rather large, barren landscape was revealed before him. After the man had followed him down into the large room, he led him to an area that was near a rather large hole. Suddenly, the mysterious man then raised his cane and jabbed it at Seiji's forehead. He felt like he was forced backward, yet his body fell forward...or did it? The conscious Seiji landed on his back. He looked down to see a chain protruding from his chest. "What?! Did you kill me?!", he yelled out in fear.

"Noooo, noo no, young Kurosaki...", the man responded, smirking.

Seiji couldn't believe it. He tried to get up, but found it rather difficult to do so. He watched the man pull the handle of the cane and disconnect it from the shaft. In between was a slender grey blade, attached to the handle.

Fearing for his life, Seiji quickly found the will to get up onto his feet and try to run. It was difficult and felt really awkward. Yet, as soon as the man gave chase, he suddenly found the strength to run away with almost relative ease. He stopped short of falling into the scary dark pit and made the seemingly wrong decision to turn around. There the man stood, grinning madly and raising his cane blade into the air. He effortlessly let the weight of the blade drop down and sever the chain connecting Seiji's physical body to his spiritual form. "Well, now I did," he muttered, as he raised his right foot and thrust it at Seiji's chest.

The force of the kick sent Seiji flying back and down into the dark pit. The man chuckled as he heard Seiji hit the hard ground below, with a thud. "Heh heh...you have 24 hours to find a way out of there, then maybe you can live...", he said simply, as he turned and walked away.

"Get me out of here!", Seiji cried, with futile effort.

The hours slowly passed by. The first one seemed to be okay, until a light tingling sensation came from his chest. To his own horror, he watched the chain begin to eat itself, slowly. The episodes of this cannibalism came more frequently as the time passed. The Twenty-four hour mark was near. It had seemed like twenty four eternities, and then some. The man had once again appeared as a silhouette at the end of the tunnel. "Getting hungry?", he asked cheerfully.

"No...no I'm not! Get me out of here!", Seiji yelled at the man.

However, the man shook his head. "No no, you have to get yourself out of there. C'mon...use your head. Better yet, use your soul," he responded simply, as he sat down to watch.

The man rested his cane on his lap and continued to observe Seiji from high above. Then it came. This time this last episode was the most painful, and the most fierce. Reality seemed to warp itself all around him. Darkness engulfed everything around him. He looked up. There was no longer the light at the end of the tunnel. But the white cornea of a massive eyeball looking down on him. "The storm will consume us all...", a voice whispered.

Suddenly, Seiji was lifted into the air, as if carried on a powerful wind. White boxes began to swirl around him violently, like a cyclone. "Look into the eye of the storm...", the voice whispered.

Seiji couldn't help but obey, as he looked up once more at the large eyeball above him. The boxes still whirled around him like an intensive torrent of doom. Then it hit him. If only he could see...one of these boxes can surely end this nightmare... He closed his eye and held out his right hand. Under the darkness of his eyelids, a red glow shot past. It was a strange thing to see, especially when ones eyes were closed. He quickly opened his eyes and thrusted his hand out to a box. There! He got it! In his arms now was a special, red box. He felt a chill escalate up his spine as he opened the box. There he saw the hilt of a rather elegant blade. He reached for it and grabbed on.

Suddenly, a white light engulfed his entire being. Everything around him was white. He felt the ground for but a moment, soon enough it left him. The voice whispered into his ear once more. "Call me...call the tempest...", it breathed.

Seiji could feel the mass of the hilt of the weapon he wielded. He raised his sword on high and yelled, "Arashi!!"

Seiji could feel the mass of his soul change in his very hands. He could feel something growing over his hand, like a glove. The whiteness had parted before his vision, revealing that barren landscape that he found upon climbing down that ladder. He looked at himself, now dressed in a black kimono. A steel gauntlet was on his right hand, he was wielding a double-edged sword. That man...that man was below him. And for SOME strange reason, he felt like he was looking through a mask! Seiji swung his blade downward, toward the man, as if a windy whisper had told him to. A gust of wind was issued from the area upon which he struck. It sent the man back a ways, for he did not expect it. Neither did Seiji. He landed on the ground of which the man once sat and raised his hand to his face. He grabbed onto the strange mass that was clinging to his face and pulled it off. It crumbled into dust and disappeared into the air.

The mysterious man landed on his feet and chuckled lightly. "Now that's using your soul. Go home and come back tomorrow," he said happily.

The man helped Seiji back into his body and sent him on his way. With the great relief to find out that he was alive, he returned the next day, and the day after, and the days after that consecutively for the next few weeks. It was during this time that he learned of Hollows, Arrancar and Shinigami, and the Soul Society. He learned of some of his grandparents' adventures. He trained with the man and learned of Shinigami styles and techniques. Though he didn't take to kido, he learned about shikai, and eventually bankai. A year had passed, and the time had come.

The man had pulled out an antique looking, wooden doll. He said, "Stab it".

Seiji did as he was told. There the doll turned into a giant eyeball, and began levitating in the air. A strange wind began to pick up and started to swirl violently around in a circle. "Get to the eye by revealing the truth...", a familiar voice whispered.

Seiji struggled for hours and hours, trying to get to the center of the storm to see the eye. What did that voice mean by the truth?! He had no time to think of that. Every attempt he made to infiltrate the storm was foiled when he was recoiled back out of the tempest. "This is...one immortal tempest..!", he muttered to himself.

Suddenly, the wind seemed to calm down just enough to allow him into the storm. Many minutes had passed. Soon enough, the eye was in sight. He felt the ground leave his feet, as he was suddenly brought up to the same height at which the eye was levitating. "What is the truth...?", the voice whispered in question.

"You are the eye of this immortal tempest," Seiji responded.

"No...deeper," the voice said.

"You..ARE the immortal tempest?", Seiji asked in response.

"And...?", the voice went on.

"You are...Fuumarashi!", Seiji concluded.

The hilt of a sword suddenly shot out of the iris of the eyeball and Seiji grabbed onto it. The storm suddenly subsided and the eyeball faded from visibility. Seiji slowly drifted to the ground, with his zanpakutou still lodged within the doll's chest. He pulled the blade out, and the mysterious man turned to him. "Follow me," he said.

Seiji obeyed and followed him back up to the shop. He was placed back into his body and stood at the door to say bye to the man. "Who are you?", he finally asked.

"I am...the son of Urahara," the man simply responded, as he pushed Seiji out of the shop.

The shop suddenly disappeared from plain view, mysteriously. He returned the next day to see that it was still not there. (The shop was in a different location than it was originally. It then disappeared and returned to the original location. Seiji does not know where that is).

Seiji decided not to bother with it any longer...and slowly but surely moved on with his life. Another year had passed, he was now seventeen. Life was good, it seemed.

NOTE: This character has not encountered or discovered his inner hollow as of yet. That will come in later Roleplay.[/size]

Rp sample: From _and the R A I N left off ;;

The eldest Kurosaki sibling, was clearly later in starting the holiday, than his younger sister Mirany. Upon rising from his bed on this Setsubun day, he looked out into the window. With a quick and somewhat obnoxious yawn, he planted his feet onto the wooden floor at the side of his bed and stood up to his full height. After a few well-spent minutes preparing himself in the attire suitable for the holiday, he stepped out of his bedroom and descended the stairs into the main living area. He looked about the area, assuming that he was the second person to wake up in the household. It would be safe to make this assumption, considering the fact that nobody can wake up earlier than Mirany to head off to the Shrine.

Today, Kurosaki Seiji wore his new kimono for this happy occasion. The haori was a dark, forest green on the top half, while the bottom half of the haori was a strange beige color. Together with another forest green garment, the hakama, which was supported together with a beige obi sash, this was his kimono. With that, the boy stepped out of the Kurosaki household and made his way toward the local shrine, his own beans in hand. Seventeen, eighteen beans this year. And then some, to respect the tradition of casting away demons from homes, to bring good fortune.

As soon as he stepped out of the house, he took a whiff of the air before him, as a slight breeze blew past his face. Ahh...how he loved the smell of the morning air. Especially the air of transitional seasons. He loved the morning air during this time of year especially. The brisk cool air of the winter, combined with the sweet scents of blooming Sakura blossoms was quite amazing, he thought. Especially when it carried on the breeze throughout the town.

After a short while, he arrived at the Shrine. He quickly spotted Mirany, along with a few other attendees scattered about. He began to approach his sister, upon hearing a slight bit of what she had just said. "You -- you're a... a shinigami-san!"

He looked about to see who she was talking to. Surely it couldn't be himself...no, he had figured that he hadn't revealed his Shinigami abilities to any of his family members, including Mirany. He looked around a bit more, to spot another Shinigami nearby, talking to another one. 'Hmm...Shinigami can blend in well here, if those with spiritual powers weren't able to identify them out of a crowd so easily...', he thought to himself.

However, Seiji chose to continue to approach his younger sister. He raised his right hand and waved it twice, in a gesture of greeting. "Good morning, Mirany! Happy Setsubun!", he said cheerfully, as he stopped beside her and looked on at the two nearby Shinigami. Seiji chose to maintain his grin, for, after all, this was a happy occasion. Nothing could ruin this day, even if they tried.

[vy]

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