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Name: Abarai Renji
Fandom: Bleach
History link: http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Renji
Age: 100+, appearing to be in his mid 20's.
Canon point: Chapter 422, after the defeat of Aizen, seconds after Ichigo collapses.
Although now, he has grown out of some of the 'all eyes need to be on me' attitude he had as a youngster, he can still occasionally seem cocky and over-confident, and the tattoo's that run down his body still hold an undertone of 'look at me'. He isn't incapable of being serious, and often is when there is reason to be. But otherwise he's quite light hearted, playfully competitive and laid back.The bonds he forms are very important to him and he isn't one to throw away friendship due to a small argument or difference in opinion, though he may argue, yell and wrestle to reach an agreement.
Even though he was jealous that Rukia held the same ability he did while he was a child, he still managed to put it past him and become really good friends with her. He wants the best for his friends, even if it means that they get taken from him. He'll fight to protect them until he collapses. If something/someone he truly cares about is in danger, he can act quite spontaneously and without much thought at all. It's only when a matter is generally unimportant that he will stop and think for a few moments before he charges into action.
Without his strong determined will he wouldn't have been able to achieve all that he has. Constantly striving to meet his goals, Renji will do everything it takes to satisfy himself and the needs of those he cares about. The moment he felt Kuchiki Byakuya's power he was determined to surpass him, and that drive alone fuelled a good majority of his immense progress as a shinigami. When he wants something, he develops a passion for it. To gain power, to protect, to be his own unique version of a hero. However with passion comes emotion, and he is easily blinded by it in the more intense moments.
For the more analytically developed, Renji is often an easy man to read. There's no need to hide what he feels. If he's upset he's going to let you know about it, and if he's angry off well you're definitely gonna know about it. He isn't about to let anyone push him around.
Even though he can be a little silly at times, he's not about to let anyone mess around with him or his friends if he has any say in the matter. he's a vice captain and will forever wear that title with pride.
Powers/Abilities:
As a seated member in the gotei 13 squads, and a vice captain at that, Renji demonstrates a very impressive range of developed abilities.
First and foremost he has obtained both shikai and bankai with his zanpakuto Zabimaru and has managed to hone his swordsmanship well enough to skillfully control a sword that, in release, acts like a very long whip.
On top of that control, he is very skilled with a standard katana and is able to rely on brute strength in battle if necessary.
His Kido skills (demon arts) are below average for someone of his rank. He can effectively preform a few spells, however they usually blow up in his face.
He's highly skilled in shunpo (fast step) and can keep up with a good majority of the captains.
Prose sample:
He sat up with a start, hands immediately coming up to pat down his chest and body. What the hell was this? He'd blacked out and now- He took a deep breath, squinting his eyes and letting the blood rush back into his head.
Artificial lights and clashing warm patterns of colour. Bed, door, table, paper, lamp.
This wasn't the battlefeild that was for damn sure. He looked around the room, still absent mindedly running one set of bandaged knuckles lazily along the identical fabric of bandages still bound around his chest, surveying the surroundings a little more closely.
His eyes slipped closed, and the hand against his chest clenched into a fist. He couldn't remember what had happened. Someone had to have brought him here? Had he passed out and been taken back to one of the other's houses? Orihime? No, he'd seen her house before. Chad or Ishida, maybe.
What had happened to Ichigo? His brows creased. That idiot been the one who'd passed out hadn't he? They'd all been rushing to help him and that seemed to be where his memory stopped. The scowl quickly developing on his face became directed at the tacky wallpaper opposite from where he was sitting on the bed. This didn't look like someone's house. Everything was too neat, no this was like a hostel kinda thing.
Groaning, he stretched a bit, quickly noting that any lingering injuries he may have sustained were now feeling all healed up. Did that mean a lot of time had passed? No way someone had healed him and then just dumped him in here. There were too many possibilities, he didn't have time to sit and think about shit like that.
He forced himself up and just stood there for a second, he felt light. That was when he realized he didn't have Zabimaru on him. And that was when he started to freak out just a little bit. Who the hell had managed to take that from him? He moved to the window and pulled back the blinds only to see the dark wasteland. Was he back in a deeper part of Hueco Mundo? But that didn't make any sense either.His hand hovered uncomfortably near his hip, feeling almost naked without the hilt of a sword to clutch. It was more than frustrating to not know what happened.
Was Ichigo and the rest of them here? Rukia?
“Tch”
The tip of his foot collided with the small bedside table as he attempted to make up for not having a blade. But that did nothing but cause him to stub his toe, and cause the small pamphlet that had been sitting on it to slide off onto the bed as the lamp wobbled and threatened to tip over.
Within moments he wished he'd never read that pamphlet. What kind of stupid game was this? Whoever had brought him here was an idiot to think he was gonna fall for something like that. He pocketed the chip and the phone, he wasn't about to sit around here and wonder who the hell was trying to pull one over on him.
He made his way straight to the door and upon opening it his earlier suspicions were proved correct. It was a hotel, and a large one at that. Hallway after hallway, elevators and stairs that just led to even more hallways. The last thing he wanted was another endless hallway. Once he found his way down into some kinda main area someone was gonna give him some answers.
Fandom: Bleach
History link: http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Renji
Age: 100+, appearing to be in his mid 20's.
Canon point: Chapter 422, after the defeat of Aizen, seconds after Ichigo collapses.
Personality:
Brash, hot headed, rowdy and occasionally as loud as he appears at first glance, Renji still manages to be caring and quite loyal. If you mean enough to him you may just catch him being a bit of a softie.
Although now, he has grown out of some of the 'all eyes need to be on me' attitude he had as a youngster, he can still occasionally seem cocky and over-confident, and the tattoo's that run down his body still hold an undertone of 'look at me'. He isn't incapable of being serious, and often is when there is reason to be. But otherwise he's quite light hearted, playfully competitive and laid back.The bonds he forms are very important to him and he isn't one to throw away friendship due to a small argument or difference in opinion, though he may argue, yell and wrestle to reach an agreement.
Even though he was jealous that Rukia held the same ability he did while he was a child, he still managed to put it past him and become really good friends with her. He wants the best for his friends, even if it means that they get taken from him. He'll fight to protect them until he collapses. If something/someone he truly cares about is in danger, he can act quite spontaneously and without much thought at all. It's only when a matter is generally unimportant that he will stop and think for a few moments before he charges into action.
Without his strong determined will he wouldn't have been able to achieve all that he has. Constantly striving to meet his goals, Renji will do everything it takes to satisfy himself and the needs of those he cares about. The moment he felt Kuchiki Byakuya's power he was determined to surpass him, and that drive alone fuelled a good majority of his immense progress as a shinigami. When he wants something, he develops a passion for it. To gain power, to protect, to be his own unique version of a hero. However with passion comes emotion, and he is easily blinded by it in the more intense moments.
For the more analytically developed, Renji is often an easy man to read. There's no need to hide what he feels. If he's upset he's going to let you know about it, and if he's angry off well you're definitely gonna know about it. He isn't about to let anyone push him around.
Even though he can be a little silly at times, he's not about to let anyone mess around with him or his friends if he has any say in the matter. he's a vice captain and will forever wear that title with pride.
Powers/Abilities:
As a seated member in the gotei 13 squads, and a vice captain at that, Renji demonstrates a very impressive range of developed abilities.
First and foremost he has obtained both shikai and bankai with his zanpakuto Zabimaru and has managed to hone his swordsmanship well enough to skillfully control a sword that, in release, acts like a very long whip.
On top of that control, he is very skilled with a standard katana and is able to rely on brute strength in battle if necessary.
His Kido skills (demon arts) are below average for someone of his rank. He can effectively preform a few spells, however they usually blow up in his face.
He's highly skilled in shunpo (fast step) and can keep up with a good majority of the captains.
Prose sample:
He sat up with a start, hands immediately coming up to pat down his chest and body. What the hell was this? He'd blacked out and now- He took a deep breath, squinting his eyes and letting the blood rush back into his head.
Artificial lights and clashing warm patterns of colour. Bed, door, table, paper, lamp.
This wasn't the battlefeild that was for damn sure. He looked around the room, still absent mindedly running one set of bandaged knuckles lazily along the identical fabric of bandages still bound around his chest, surveying the surroundings a little more closely.
His eyes slipped closed, and the hand against his chest clenched into a fist. He couldn't remember what had happened. Someone had to have brought him here? Had he passed out and been taken back to one of the other's houses? Orihime? No, he'd seen her house before. Chad or Ishida, maybe.
What had happened to Ichigo? His brows creased. That idiot been the one who'd passed out hadn't he? They'd all been rushing to help him and that seemed to be where his memory stopped. The scowl quickly developing on his face became directed at the tacky wallpaper opposite from where he was sitting on the bed. This didn't look like someone's house. Everything was too neat, no this was like a hostel kinda thing.
Groaning, he stretched a bit, quickly noting that any lingering injuries he may have sustained were now feeling all healed up. Did that mean a lot of time had passed? No way someone had healed him and then just dumped him in here. There were too many possibilities, he didn't have time to sit and think about shit like that.
He forced himself up and just stood there for a second, he felt light. That was when he realized he didn't have Zabimaru on him. And that was when he started to freak out just a little bit. Who the hell had managed to take that from him? He moved to the window and pulled back the blinds only to see the dark wasteland. Was he back in a deeper part of Hueco Mundo? But that didn't make any sense either.His hand hovered uncomfortably near his hip, feeling almost naked without the hilt of a sword to clutch. It was more than frustrating to not know what happened.
Was Ichigo and the rest of them here? Rukia?
“Tch”
The tip of his foot collided with the small bedside table as he attempted to make up for not having a blade. But that did nothing but cause him to stub his toe, and cause the small pamphlet that had been sitting on it to slide off onto the bed as the lamp wobbled and threatened to tip over.
Within moments he wished he'd never read that pamphlet. What kind of stupid game was this? Whoever had brought him here was an idiot to think he was gonna fall for something like that. He pocketed the chip and the phone, he wasn't about to sit around here and wonder who the hell was trying to pull one over on him.
He made his way straight to the door and upon opening it his earlier suspicions were proved correct. It was a hotel, and a large one at that. Hallway after hallway, elevators and stairs that just led to even more hallways. The last thing he wanted was another endless hallway. Once he found his way down into some kinda main area someone was gonna give him some answers.