Nomura Benkei

» Name: Benkei, Nomura _______________ » Alias: » Age: 316 » Birthday: » Gender: Male » Race: Shinigami » Association: Gotei United 3rd Division, Unseated » Alignment: Booze » Marital Status: Single » Nationality: Japanese » Sexuality: » Ideal Partner: Drunk Chicks w/a Fat Ass » Height: » Weight: » Hair Colour: » Eye Colour:

Lately, Nomura has been depressed. By 'lately', his time as a Shinigami - the past hundred and fifty years or so. Those that remember him from before might call him lazy, flaky, sloppy, but this has largely faded over the years. Instead, people see him as tired, despondent, some worrying that he might be suicidal. Nowhere near as aggressive, his own flavor of depression is sobriety. While he can appear moody and exhausted, this is largely an outward facing appearance, his unreachable inner desire having torn down whatever front he might be able to consider otherwise.

What stands, in turn, is a hollow man who has been searching for a new desire, something to replace his alcoholism. Over the years this has led to multiple instances of hyper fixation and soon thereafter hyper burnout on various hobbies, tasks, missions - short lived successes that immediately cut themselves down from his own disinterest. The few things he's stuck with have been out of a burgeoning talent that he could not drink away, no matter how hard he might've tried.

He tries to be nice to people, but has very little patience for what he considers to be intellectually beneath him. Be it from mild annoyance or genuine disdain, Nomura tends to react to the situations blanketly. With no real ability to have a moderate response, the phrase 'walking on eggshells' has been appropriated by those he would consider morons. His tender moments have some more range to them, although he has been known to fumble conversation through a lack of confidence semi regularly. Personally, he attributes this to him being unwilling, more than an actual failure of his own.





» Chemist: While some may call distilling and fermenting 'bootlegging', Nomura calls it art. Not necessarily a traditional chemist, he struggles with large swathes of elemental compositions, brewing techniques, and a general proclivity to not follow instruction. His ad-libbing of chemistry is where he truly shines, a slapdash maniac's idea of science. This is mostly accomplished through tasting the substances he interacts with, much more akin to how a chef would mix things than having any scientific backing.

» Yopparaiai: Drunken Iaido, a drawing method of the blade combined with footwork reminiscent of Drunken Fist.


» 300-Proof Moonshine: Nomura's current magnum opus - an alcohol so potent it defies logic. He carries with him a flask, as well as at least one mason jar of the liquor with him at all times. It has been described as 'a tasteless, eye and nose searing liquid of suffering'. This is not from a lack of flavor, but that it burns away taste buds. When put to the test of it's flammability, even the fire became drunk. Generally, it can be assumed this is not safe for consumption.


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» Abilities: In its sealed state, ~~~ prevents Nomura from being poisoned at (nearly) any level. This is mostly prominent in that ~~~ absorbs the alcohol from his master before it can affect him. Other toxins take more time to be absorbed, unless ~~~ has gained a taste for them. In particular, he's a fan of arsenic and bleach, notably despising the taste of former Captain Kurotsuchi's poison. To no surprise, this is by and large how he survives his chemistry experiments, and renders him largely incapable of enjoying drugs.

» Inner World: ~~~'s inner world as a pronounced smell of beer, as if it were inside of a brewery. Instead, it sits comfortably in the size and shape of a small house. The walls bearing multiple posters from terrible direct-to-streaming movies, barren shelves except for dirty dishes and manga face down to hold his place. The furniture is sparse, a dining table with chairs on one corner, and a couch leaking stuffing pushed against the back wall. A tv set sits on the floor in front of it, endlessly playing some dreck that entertains ~~~.

» Personality: A hopeless, moody drunk. ~~~ is fairly single minded, blissful to laze around and not even acknowledge life. It is when confronted with the fact that, yes, he does exist in the world, that he can shift mood wildly. From anger to despair, even a happy drunk from time to time, it is a game of chance whether or not he will respond positively to, let alone acknowledge, Nomura. If he is not drunk, he is either asleep or rallying for Nomura to get another drink.

» Appearance: An older man, grey having peppered an unshaved face. Crows feet edge around brilliant blue eyes, clouded over to a shining pair of blue moons. His hair is slicked back, although its length shows lack of upkeep - a trait shared by his facial hair. ~~~ dresses with little care, an open chested yukata revealing a broad and hairy chest, before giving way to an embarrassing beer gut. There was, at one time, noticeable muscle on the spirit, although it can no longer be found amongst his new bodyweight.


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General Skills

• Durability: Adept
  
• General Speed: Adept
  
• Strength: Beginner
  
• Martial Skill: Advanced
  

Shinigami Skills

• Hoho: Beginner
  
• Kidō: Beginner
  
• Zanjutsu: Adept
  
• Hakuda: Beginner

Will Skills

• Willpower/Determination: Adept
  
• Mental Deduction: Advanced
  
• Focus: Adept