Yuriyama, Aikuru [Complete]

Name: Yuriyama Aikuru

Rank: Lieutenant

Age: Actual - 117. Physically - 21

Appearance: Aikuru is a tall man, standing at 6'. For a Kido user, he is quite muscular and has a large amount of muscle definition which he tends to flaunt. His body is covered in quite a few battle scars, but nothing significant. He is a caucasion man, with only a gentle tan, most would consider him quite pale. He has a large tattoo, stretching across the whole of his back and the back of his arms. He has a very good posture, he always stands up straight with his shoulders out.

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Aikuru has an egg shaped head, topped with a long, orange ponytail. The ponytail is loose and falls a quarter of the way down his back. His fringe, despite most of his hair being pulled back, is alive and spiky. His face is made up of strong, sharp features. He has thin lips and the bridge of his nose is pronounced; his eyes are narrow, giving him the look of being tired all the time. His iris' are a stunning blue, they seem to draw peoples attention when he's speaking to them.

He doesn't wear the usual Shinigami outfit. His shikaisho has been vandalised, the sleeves torn off as has the bottom part; all that is left is a sleeveless jacket that doesn't go much past his waist. The white sashes are gone too. The sleeves and bottom, because they were ripped, are frayed and give him a more ragged look. His trousers are black and baggy, nothing has changed about them and neither has his footwear. He wears dark blue, fingerless gloves and his zanpaktou is carried on the left side of his waist.

Gender: Male

Personality: Aikuru tends to act calm and aloof, he doesn't move much unless he has too. He always seems to be calm and passive, like he doesn't care about anything. Things couldn't be further from the truth, he is very caring and protective of his fellow shinigami and humans. When out on a job, though he doesn't seem like it, he is always thinking of how to make things go exactly the way he plans. He likes to analyse situations and decide the outcome, even when he's talking to people; thus why he finds acting aloof is so useful, people don't expect him to answer instantly and it gives him a second or two to think about his response.

Being rather clever, Aikuru enjoys mentally challenging things. If people are struggling witht things and he's bored, he'll try and help just to see if he can figure it out himself. Aikuru is a good tactician. He doesn't just plan out his words, he plans out on the battle field. He thinks about every move he makes and even a few steps a head of that one; while fighting at full strength. He is incredibly determined, even if he's losing, he'll fight on until he can take back the victory or flee if the fight isn't going his way. He is very optimistic, never without hope that he can snatch victory. This leaks out into his every day life, he is quite a cheerful person and is always expecting something good to come around the corner.

A serial flirt and womanizer, Aikuru doesn't like to get tired down. Or rather, he hasn't found someone he likes enough to be tied down. He is quite the charmer and has little trouble wooing women, but it never lasts. He sees it as every woman he dates, that narrows down his search for Mrs Right; it'll just take a bit longer is all. One could say it's quite a dispicable quality, luckily so far Aikuru has managed to keep his reputation good for the most part- he hates to think about how people would look at him if they knew the truth.

Aikuru, being a bit of a smart ass, loves to be right and when he really believes he is then he will argue with people over whether he is right or not. It is one of the times he doesn't seem as carefree as he plays out to be. He does have a temper, but it only seems to show itself when he's been thoroughly annoyed. Never in battle, he is always very calm and reserved in battle. Aikuru is very independent. He can work in teams, but he doesn't like too. He is confident in his own skills and knowledge, not so much in everyone else. When people mess up things for him when he's forced to work in a team, he tends to snap at them. He regrets doing it but he can be rather harsh.

Division: Five

Likes: Listening to music, drinking, fighting, working out, flirting, eating fine foods.

Dislikes: Paperwork, cooking his own food, pacifists, bad musicians, hollows.

Specialties: A piano virtuoso; seriously, he is quite amazing. He has a piano in his division barracks and plays loud enough for the whole squad to hear, he hasn't gotten a complaint yet. A quick writer; it helps getting throught he paperwork he's given as the lieutenant, he hates doing it but he does get it done quickly. Aikuru can hold his liquor with the best of them, he can drink for hours on end and still only wake up with a hangover; he hasn't thrown up from drinking in over fifty years, a feat which he takes great pride in.

History: Born over one hundred years ago, Aikuru's life was not too different from everyone else's. He had no spiritual awareness and was blissfully unaware of the afterlife. His schooling was brief, as it was in those days, but he showed surprising intellect despite the rather poor education. He became somewhat of an exercise nut, spending large quantities of time exercising in the gym and doing sports. His trade was shoe making, a cobbler, he wasn't very good at it and longed for something better. But he didn't get it for a long while. He worked in his uncles shoe-shop, repairing shoes for lousy pay. He eventually started getting into fights with rude customers, eventually his uncle fired him.

Aikuru couldn't care less, he was actually happy to be rid of the place. Finding work was easy- he joined the military as he turned eighteen! He loved it; he was fit enough for the training and smart enough for the schooling. Finally, hs chance for action came at the start of world war one. He managed to survive a few years before being ripped apart by an enemy machinegunner. The best three years of his life. When his body was sent back to Japan, he had numerous war medals for bravery and heroism. Quite the debut to the rest of his 'life'.

He ascended to Rukongai through the help of a large man dressed in black, not having to deal with a hollow once. His time in Rukongai was briefer then most peoples, but it dragged itself out very well. He took up a job as a musician, he lived a district across from a rather rich area. He spent his time playing the piano in various clubs, soaking up the culture as he developed his skills. Eventually he developed a taste for the fine luxuries the richer denizens of Rukongai received, their food was hundreds of times better then his own and their music was way better then what he heard in his district. The one thing he didn't like was the drink, win and champagne weren't his thing. He stuck to the swill of the poorer areas. Though quite monotone, life was good; Aikuru had nothing to complain about especially since he had seen first hand how some people lived

But it wasn't enough, years passed and finally something happened. A rumor went around that a shinigami was coming to visit some family in his district! Not that he knew what a shinigami really was then, but after asking the locals he quickly learned all he needed to know. They were warriors, he wanted in on the action. Though it wasn't as easy as he'd hoped it would be. When the shinigami did visit, people swarmed him in the streets; some were admirers, others were looking for handouts. It took three hours of following him to get him alone, when Aikuru did ask he was told to be a shinigami he needed to have reishi; but his seemed to be no greater then a normal citizen. And so he was left alone, back to his ordinary life.

That didn't work for him anymore, he began trying to harness this 'reishi'; it took a year or two, but eventually, he did it. It did come with it's own drawbacks though, he started to feel real hunger. He had to eat more to keep his strength up; for despite working in a nice place, his pay was still rather meager. Determined however, he sold most of his belongings and headed for Seireitei to join the shinigami academy.

He loved it, his time at the academy really brought some of his talents to light. He found academic work easy, and kido even easier. His proficiency with the demon arts was something to behold, he destroyed one of the targets within the first few weeks! Zanjutsu wasn't as natural to him however, despite having the strength and body to do it, he wasn't as coordinated as he would've liked to have been. He was beaten by boys and girls alike, being out done by their grasp of what was taught in class. Eventually, after putting a lot of extra hours into practising and convincing a couple of girls to help tutor him; he caught up with the rest of the class, but he was still average. The years rolled by too quickly for Aikuru's liking, he graduated and without a shadow of a doubt he knew what squad he was destined for; he was a division five member, and would be for the next seventy five years or so.

Thoughout the next three quarters of a century, he seemed to grow until his true potential; his kidou skills became something of awe, he rose through the ranks rather fast and ended up as lieutenant for division five. His zanjutsu and hand-to-hand skills were dragged up too, to the point where he was tougher then most shinigami despite it not being his forte. About thirty years ago, in a particularly harsh fight with a hollow, he was forced back against a tree. The hollow loomed in, ready to strike and finish him off. A whisper tickled his ear, a name, which he repeated with a confused look on his face. His shikai had been activated, he was just as surprised as the hollow was! With his new found power, he bested the creature with ease and returned to Seireitei with something new to practice. And practice he has, right up until today.

Sample Chapter: Aikuru stepped out from underneath the canopy created by the pharmacy's overhanging roof. Into a large, open green where two hollows stood. He reached into his pocket and took out a silver flask, he brought it to his ear and shook the canister; it was a rather full, a smile spread across his lips at the revelation. He unscrewed the cap and took a hearty swig of the lager within. He retightened the lid and placed it carefully in his pocket, patting it after he retracted is hand. "You know, I'm surprised you dicks still come to Earth. Don't you realise there'll always be someone like me, granted they won't be as good-looking, but someone like me here to cut you down?" The hollows laughed as he mocked them, both impressed by the shinigami's courage.

He couldn't help but chuckle as well, because he could already tell they didn't realise the power gap between him and them. Nor were they in a battle-ready formation. One was stood on it's hind legs with it's claws at it's sides and the other was bunched over with his arms on the ground. With a casual shrug, Aikuru stretched his right arm out infront. His index and middle fingers were extended pointing directly at the hollow on it's hind legs. "Hado no.4: Byakurai." He said clearly, a small sphere of rieatsu forming on his fingertips as he said the name of the Kidou spell he planned to use. A moment later,a bolt of electricity shot from his fingers; it sailed through the air and tore a narrow hole through the hollow's throat. The beast shrieked in pain and fell back, it's body crumbling into black dust before it hit the ground. The other hollow stopped laughing and looked him with a frightened expression.

Aikuru smirked as his hand went to the handle of his zanpaktou, he drew the blade ever-so-slightly; only a couple of inches of steel revealed. "Today is gonna be a good day." He said to himself as he contemplated what method he would use to destroy this freak of nature. His sword? Or maybe another kidou spell. He even considered using his bare hands. So many choices, he just couldn't make up his mind.

I really see nothing wrong with this. If I am allowed to;