-Basic Information- - Name:
Kenta Mariko- Titles:
Male- Appearance Age:
18 Years Old- Age:
150 Years Old- Affiliation/Rank:
Shinigami Academy Student- Appearance Description:
Kenta is a tall athletic man standing at 6'3. He has brown eyes and a light caramel skin color. His hair is jet black and spiky on top with nearly shaved sides and back of the head. He has a scar going through his lips on the left of his mouth. He has a powerful and often intimidating stance which leads many to the wrongful assumption that he has an ominous additude about him.
He generally always wears a bright smile with nearly perfect teeth, consisting of notably sharp canines. Kenta has gauged ears usually sporting black plugs. He has slightly thick eyebrows and always sports some sort of five o' clock shadow instead of legitimately grown facial hair. As with all shinigami, he sports the usual black kimono but Kenta has taken it upon himself to add red accents on the sleeves and neck. - Appearance Picture: -Personality--Personality:
Kenta is a generally jubilant person. He is almost in a good mood and is in an even better mood when faced with danger. He devotes most of his time to training as a shinigami and has an unrivaled work ethic. He strives to do what he can for the greater good and is always willing to help those in need. Rarely is he in a sad or upset state, but when he is, it weighs down heavily on his psyche. He's been known to train endlessly until he is in a state of pure exhaustion as he is a true perfectionist. Notably, one you make it to his shit list, it is near impossible to get off of it. He trusts few however he welcomes all. -Likes:
Kenta enjoys training with fellow shinigami, interacting with the community, writing stories, and solving puzzles.-Dislikes:
Kenta abhors rude and judgmental people, anything opposing his values, rodents, and arrogant attitudes.-Background--Life On Earth:
As an ordinary 18 year old high school student, Kenta maintained good grades and was popular within his school. He commonly attended school functions and participated in multiple community outreach programs. Kenta never met his birth parents but he was adopted by a loving mother and father. In his life as an early child he was quite spoiled and his adoptive parents focused all of their love and attention on him.
He had many friends but rarely did he ever truly trust them. Trust was a sacred virtue to Kenta, and to gain it you had to of known him for a very lengthy bit of time. One friend, ironically named Judas, was one of the few people Kenta truly trusted in his life as a human. He had known Judas ever since his first year of grade school, and they were very tight friends. Judas when commonly visit Kenta at his house, and he was considered part of the family in a way. Near the beginning of Kenta's senior year of high school however, Judas started running with a seedy crowd.
Eventually Kenta and Judas had drifted rather far apart. Judas was in a local gang and he had dropped out of school. Numerous times Kenta had attempted to contact Judas but a connection was never made. It had been about a year now, and Kenta and Judas had almost completely drifted apart. It was the night before graduation when Kenta had recieved a call on his cell phone.
"I'm so sorry i've become the way i am Kenta, please couldi come stay the night? My parents have kicked me out, i have no where to go, and i want to fix our friendship, i truly do.", said Judas. "Oh thank god, of course you can come stay the night. Im at the soup kitchen but just have my mom and dad let you in, i'll be home within the hour. You're making the right descision, i want you to know that.", said Kenta. "Alright thanks so much, i'll be there soon.", Judas said.
It had been nearly two hours and the time was eleven p.m. Kenta entered his home and there he saw an unimaginable horror. There Judas was with a bloodied knife, standing in between Kenta's parents. "What have you done, why the fuck would you do this?!", shouted Kenta. He ran towards Judas and tackled him to the ground. They rolled around struggling for control of the blade and thats when it happened. The knife had pierced Kenta's heart down to its core. "Why, why would you do this?", Kenta said as tears rolled out of his eyes. "Why not, life means nothing.", Judas said as he slashed his own throat.
It was then that Kenta ascended to the soul society, to begin his work as a defender of the people, in order to protect people unlike he could protect his parents and himself on that sorrowful night. -Zanpakutō--Reiatsu Color:
Red-Zanpakutō Spirit Name:
Honō No Omo-Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance:
Hono No Omo is simply a humanoid visage of flames with piercing black eyes. He has no truly distinguishable features as flames engulf Hono No Omo assuming that he has an actual body and is not just a flaming humanoid construct. He stands tall at 12 feet and is built very lanky. The only non human feature on Hono No Omo is his hands, which appear to be more spear-like than anything.-Inner World:
Hono No Omo lives in an earth like realm but it is scorched and flaming, and Hono No Omo is its only known inhabitant. It shows signs as if an advanced civilization had once inhabited this spirit world. All buildings and establishments appear to be crumbled or destroyed in one way or another. Instead of liquid water sea's like the earth, this realm has oceans of molten lava.
-Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: When sealed, Kenta's Zanpakutō appears to be an ordinary katan with a black hilt hidden in red wrappings. The hand guard is a circular disk with "Always love, always protect" inscribed in japanese characters.-Skill Sheet-General Skills
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-Role Play Sample-
Kenta ran towards the hollow with great speed and urgency. Unsure weather or not he would make it in time to save the little girls soul from being decimated, he threw his Zanpakutō as hard as he could towards the hollows left arm. If this were to work the hollow would hopefully pull back, giving Kenta a window of time to jump and retrieve his Zanpakutō before turning to its mask to attempt its purification. It had been a long while since he had as close a call as this. His mind was racing, thinking of the guilt that would haunt him if he was unable to save this little girls soul. It reminded him of his near death experience as a soul before his ascension to the soul society. He had to do right by this soul, as he did for every other.