Post by Oono Yoshio * on Sept 3, 2012 13:07:35 GMT -5
YOSHIO OONO
"just like cards."
"just like cards."
Name :: Yoshio Oono
Nickname :: Yo, Yoshi
Age (roughly) :: 18
DOB :: April 9
Gender :: male
Race :: Quincy
Powers ::
Spiritual Awareness - Yoshio is able to detect and communicate with the supernatural, including Shinigami, Hallows, and the like. He is also able to sense them at a certain distance, given his acute sense of reiatsu.
Reishi Absorption - As with any other Quincy, Yoshio is able to utilize the Reishi within the atmosphere to form weaponry and fight, in tune with his Reiryoku.
Weapons :: Spirit Weapon: Gun Form - Yoshio’s spirit weapon of choice, made from reishi in the form on a handheld pistol.
Brief Appearance :: Yoshio stands at a 5'06", shorter than most boys of his class. Most of his body is easily seen as firm and ghostly, but still very much human. His skin is of a pale white, and his face is still fairly young. As a matter of fact, Yoshio gives a bit of a feminine aura, an element easily supported by his lengthy pink ponytail with frontal bangs. His gaze has a more slightly faded shade of pink, and his expression often teeter between subtle and animated.
Brief Personality :: Yoshio is a soft-spoken young man of wisdom and tranquility, holding a lot of wit and charm. He does his best to keep with his manners and posture, often playing the role of a honest sportsman in any given fight. Even though this may give him a weak demeanor, from within he is a strong and capable fighter, and enjoys the thrill of the battlefield with the carried mindset of strategists. He holds a lot of worth in his fellow comrades, and through the good and the bad, he never leaves a man behind.
Yoshio finds much enjoyment in books, the arts, and in puzzles and mysteries, often getting carried away with quoting as well as sticking his nose around unwanted places. Being in a world like this, it brings him as much trouble as it rewards him. He holds a lot of disdain towards impulsive acts and behavior that he deems barbaric, often bringing him to a boil. Even he holds a temper, and not only this, but he often finds himself questioning his own value and place in the world. Still, he strains to hide his darker side, even when he fails at times, to make himself a positive example to others.
Small Bio :: The Oono family was once a proud bloodline of Quincy, not well known but still competent. Since their purging by the order of the Soul Society, they have been all but wiped out, what’s left of them scattered throughout the world. Yoshio, along with his twin sister Chie, were both born sometime afterwards. They both came to train under their parents, traveling for years on end with ever-changing identities and with occasional dead Hallow in their wake. While Yoshio came along with mild difficulty, Chie was not as skillful, often earning the demurral of her family, to her brother’s dismay.
With the time he had, Yoshio did his best to bond with his sibling, hoping to comfort her, but with every passing day, he came to hunger more for the attention he was given. Eventually, Chie’s drive to be an equal to Yoshio lead to a gruesome incident with a band of powerful Hallows, leaving them far separated from their parents, and with Chie left weakened and heavily injured. Yoshio was left to carry her along, wandering for a time without their guardians. Their fated journey leads them into Karakura Town, unsuspecting of what lies beyond...
A Small Example of Rping as Character :: The rain was as refreshing as ever today. In such a hellish season as the summer, you often get reminded of how one takes delicate things like temperature for granted. It's almost enough to make Yoshio laugh, if he could. He of all people would know full well of taking things for granted. His gazed focused on his feet slumping on the concrete bottom of a little hut, himself sitting along a bench. The plains was a nice sight and all, but he's crossed it more than enough times to know there's nothing too special.
Nothing's ever too special. It seemed to be quite the general theme for this town.
On his knees laid an empty can, droplets splattered on the flimsy
metal like off-key drums. A small smile slid along Yoshio's face as he drew out his bare hand. It was well worn and scarred from the recent months of training, but he didn't care for it now. He had his solitude and he was damn sure to use it up while he could. The reishi began to form around his very fingers, it's master well honed in his personal art. The weather, the scent of ground lingering along his nose and his own feelings were more than enough inspiration to vent. The boy shrugged to himself suddenly, supposing to just let his emotion out with the clouds, the droplets beginning to bleed into his skin as the gun fully formed.
Shot after shot rang into the skies, Yoshio's gaze growing grim. The sights of everything that's come to his life dug into his mind and bone. All that he could think of was to scream, to shed away his fears. He knew they were still out there, waiting for him to slip. At this point, most would simply be ready for death, anx yet he still clung to his last link in the world.
"Chie..." The rain was as it ever was. Never too special.
