Enter the Officer
I. Basic Information» Name:
Abalia “Sesshouin” (This surname is self-given.)» Alias:
Vice Captain of the Gotei United's Fourth Division, Adjutant of Vastime and Squire to King Desmond Hayden, Owner and Proprietor of the Tundra Cafe.» Appearance Written:
Abalia is, at a glance, very clearly a woman who aims for structure in her life, with a general aura of discipline coming from everything she does. Though she stands at only 5'4” in height, she comes off as at least slightly taller due simply to the way she carries herself. Her posture is nothing short of exceptional, her back straight, eyes always forward toward the task at hand, and her head held high and proud. Her musculature and general fitness are moderately noteworthy, though she would hardly draw any unique attention from most passers-by, though her figure is surprisingly full if one can catch a decent glimpse of it. Abalia boasts exceptionally sharp, well-defined features, and her eyes, a deep red in color, somehow manage to seem quite cold most of the time in spite of their warm color. If she is seen in an upbeat mood, something uncommon but not a complete rarity, one might be surprised at how gentle her expression becomes, her gaze suddenly warm and inviting, and with a smile that seems to invite one over simply by looking at it. Her attire is often very crisp, almost military in its practicality, as even her casual clothing gives off the vibe of some sort of uniform, her wardrobe replete with pleated skirts, well-polished boots, and high-collared coats.» Appearance Image:
I. Personality» Personality:
Abalia lives to serve the public, the fire of the law burning deep within her heart. The protection of those weaker than herself is her first priority, and even when things are peaceful, she strives to help in any way she can. She is generally cordial, and friendlier around those who come across as non-threatening. She takes orders exceptionally well, and rarely, if ever, questions the words of an authority figure. While she almost always stays calm and collected, on the off chance that she is made to lose her cool, she enters into what can best be described as a state of complete unreasonability, in which she loses any ability to consider the words of anyone other than her immediate superiors.
Abalia believes that anyone can become a better person if they try to, and that it is morally unjust not to help them in doing so. However, should a person be unrepentant, she has nothing but hatred for them, without an ounce of pity or hope. Those who act without any regard for others, or for order in society, are nothing more than animals in her eyes, and a dangerous animal must always be put down. When she has free time, she enjoys baking and sleeping, as well as assisting people in their day-to-day activites. She absolutely adores children, and animals of all kinds. The only things she truly dislikes, other than the aforementioned criminals and disorderly, are chocolate and those who attempt to romance with her.
I. History» History:
From even her youngest days when a human, Abalia sought nothing more than justice in the world. Not the abstract kind of justice political activists fought for, or the doctrine of vengeance so often called “justice,” but true law and order, a world in which those who broke the law were brought to justice, taught the error of their ways and helped to repent. In pursuit of this aim she became a police officer, and while she was effective in her arrests she did not see the change she had hoped for. Ever thinking about her quest to bring good to those who lacked it, she was ultimately brought to an untimely end by a criminal who did not take to her kind words, and who instead only responded with immediate lethal force.
In the Soul Society, her life began anew, and yet the drive for justice still burned within her. She was normal in every way, simply living a day to day life as a baker, and yet she felt that her life was still lacking something. She wished to assist those around her, to bring more order to the world around her, and having seen those of the Gotei Fourth Division, she knew that, one day, she would become like them. She would serve among their ranks if it took everything she had, but to do so would turn out to be a rather long road for Abalia.
Having no particular talent in any area other than her determination, Abalia nevertheless worked her very best to prove that she could serve as a member of the Gotei. Her skill in all fields was fairly unremarkable, though not so much so as to make her completely hopeless in her pursuit. If there was one field in which she relatively excelled, it was in her ability to disarm foes, and to take them down while inflicting minimal damage. Ultimately, though she was hardly a spectacular candidate, she was at least capable, and while it took her several years longer than she might have hoped, Abalia was finally able to join the Fourth Division as she had dreamed, even if as a simple, unimportant member.
I. Equipment» Equipment:
Carries on her person a prop handgun with six barrels. It is completely functionless, but she finds an unexplainable comfort in having it on her person.
I. Sealed Powers » Zanpakutô Name:
Shuhō (守法)» Zanpakutô Spirit Appearance:
The spirit of Shuhō takes the form of a stern-looking older man, dressed in only a fundoshi. His face looks to have seen a great deal of weathering, and both his long hair and equally long beard are a light silver in color. His body is heavily scarred, as if he had seen an immense deal of battle, and he walks with a slow, confident stride. Occasionally a faint red light glows from within his veins, but it doesn't seem to mean much.» Inner World:
The inner world of Shuhō resembles a great labyrinth, with immensely high walls and, oddly, no ceiling. While these walls cannot be scaled by any normal means, were one to make it to their top, the maze would seem to go on forever, and the sky above is simply empty, free even of clouds.» Zanpakutô Appearance:
Shuhō is a very simple katana in its sealed appearance, with its only especially unique trait being a small red cord trailing from the hilt. The hilt itself is wrapped in a similarly colored red cloth, and the sheath is a lacquered black with a red chrysanthemum printed on it, near the top. The guard is a simple steel grey in color, unadorned by any design or pattern.» Sealed Zanpakutô Power:
Abalia is able to create pairs of handcuffs from her reiatsu, which are only capable of cuffing those who willingly submit to her.
I. Skill SheetSkill SheetGeneral Skills
- Durability: Beginner
- General Speed: Beginner
- Strength: Beginner
- Weapon Skill: Beginner
- Hoho: Beginner
- Kidō: Beginner
- Zanjutsu: Beginner
- Hakuda: Beginner
- Willpower: Adept
- Mental Deduction: Beginner
- Pain Endurance: Beginner
- Focus: Adept
I. Role Play Sample» Roleplay Sample:
“Come one and all, gentleman and lady, young and elderly alike! Tonight, the Fifth Doubloon has for you all the rarest of treats, greater than any drink, woman, or blade you could hope to find! Tonight, a bard has come to town!”
Silence crept over the town square of Asbodai. A bard, here? Why would he ever visit such a small town, stranded in the furthest norths of Dacia and hundreds of miles from any major city? Slowly, murmurs filled the air, whispers that perhaps he had been paid just to come, or that he might be on the run. They were but a farming town, nothing so grand as to merit the visit of a bard! Still, curiosity about this bard and the stories he might tell had a greater pull than any of the mundane forms of entertainment the townsfolk could normally have hoped, and so slowly but surely the tavern filled up. Word of mouth spread thanks to the children that roamed the streets, and eventually the whole town had crowded into the Fifth Doubloon just to get a look at the bard.
He was certainly not what the people of Asbodai had expected. Shorter than them by at least a foot, ears unbelievably short, ending right near his head and in a bizarre rounded fashion. His hair was a dull grey, the mark of age rather than the lustrous, light silver of many Dacian youth, and his face bore the many wrinkles and scars of a man who had traveled a great deal in his life. Brightly colored clothes adorned him, seemingly in every color that someone could ever hope to find, and his cloak had intricate pictures that seemed to depict short tales sewn onto it, a truly exotic sight to the simple townsfolk. Though somewhat obscured by his cloak, it was easy to see that a rapier and a dagger hung at his left hip, and judging from how little it seemed to bother him while he moved about the tavern, setting up his impromptu stage, he was likely quite used to their presence. He picked up a heavy-looking wooden case, a faint gold trim that looked to have been worn away over the years, and placed it on a nearby table, opening it and pulling out a violin that could only be described as looking more tired than its owner, the wood a dull brown that seemed to have lost any sheen years ago.
The bard took a look around the tavern. He had pulled a bigger crowd here in Asbodai than he had ever seen before, which was certainly no surprise to him. His colleagues had insisted that coming so far north would be an exercise in futility, that the people of Dacia were already hesitant to trust bards, and that he would lose more money on the travel than he would make through song. He simply smiled at their warnings and went on his way. He didn't mind losing money, he had all the gold he could ever hope to spend. He tuned his violin, looking out at the crowd as he did. Every last one of them, elves. He hadn't been somewhere so saturated with one people in decades. As he continued his tuning, he glanced downward at a group of children that had coalesced near the stage, and asked, “Ah, here for the show? Well, I assure you you won't be disappointed. Tell me, what stories have you heard before? I wouldn't want to bore you with repetition.”
(I wrote this for my players in an older tabletop RPG I ran, I don't have many RP examples proper since my old group didn't have many great opportunities for it. I can write something else if need be.)