by Tristan Yoru Tue Apr 14, 2020 12:34 amName: Tristan Yoru
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Village: Tetsu
Rank: D Rank
Title: Dragoon, The Inked Dragon
Clan: Yoru
Bloodline: Dragon's Blood (Draconic Strength)
Element(s): N/A
Skill(s): Kenjutsu, Sensory, Weapon Crafting
Stats
Unique Abilities:
Appearance:
History: Tristan was born in the Land of Iron as the second child to two ninja. Her name has origin in mythology, coming from the tale of a great swordsman who roamed the land. In fact, the name was her father's idea as he was an avid scholar of the blade himself. Tristan's mother, on the other hand, had specialized in the medical field, though this was mainly because she came from a scattered clan. Tristan's mother was a Yoru, and while her other brother was not born with their abilities, Tristan was. Her mother was happy about this, her father couldn't care less.
Growing up, Tristan followed in her father's footsteps, finding that using swords appealed to her more than healing others. In the back of her mind, however, she realized that if she ever wanted to recover from more fatal wounds she would have to learn eventually. Anyways, Tristan was a quick learner when it came to the sword. Her father would chalk that up to his good genes, but Tristan was quite literally a born natural at it. When she was roughly 12, she mastered the basics of swordplay.
Since then, Tristan has left her parents and lived by herself in the mountains of the Land of Iron, training. Tristan did not feel as if her father would have been able to teach her the things that she wanted to know, only the things that he thought she should know or he wanted her to know. Those years were tough, living alone. She had to feed herself, keep herself warm, and try to invent her own personal way of fighting. Only recently has she finally left her home, deciding to finally interact with the outside world.
Personality: Tristan, overall, is a very self-centered person. Not exactly selfish, as she's willing to help others if they ask, but her general mindset is the betterment of herself before anyone else. This really shines when it comes to her having to work with other people, as she is probably the worst person for teamwork. Her entire combat style is like this, where she'll make attacks for herself and only defend herself, forgetting that she may have teammates that would need some cooperation. She is also conceited, confident, and cocky at certain moments, though one day she may be the victim of her own hubris.
In social settings, Tristan is incredibly casual. She'll often tease and crack jokes, plus serious topics seem like they just fly over her head or she doesn't understand their magnitude. Tristan has a certain threshold that something will have to reach before she treats it seriously, people have a roughly same threshold to reach as well. Often she'll hold people of higher titles and status to higher standards, meaning than everyone has to earn her respect, no matter what their rank or title is.
Roleplay Sample:
It's a long one. Also it was color coded, keyword being was.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Village: Tetsu
Rank: D Rank
Title: Dragoon, The Inked Dragon
Clan: Yoru
Bloodline: Dragon's Blood (Draconic Strength)
Element(s): N/A
Skill(s): Kenjutsu, Sensory, Weapon Crafting
Stats
- Strength: D+
- Constitution: D
- Stamina: C
- Speed: D
- Coordination: C
- Intelligence: D
- Perception: D
Unique Abilities:
- Training Reduction: 50% training reduction on Kenjutsu but 100% increase to Sensory.
- Preoccupied Sealer: Through her constant use of Kenjutsu and other occasional jutsu, Tristan can use one handed seals in a hand that has a sword in it. The downside to this is a -1 coordnation to the hand doing the handseals.
- Dragon Slayer: An odd ability she's had since he was a child. Whenever Tristan takes the life from a creature, NPC, or PC, she gains a tattoo-like mark on her body. (Purely cosmetic, does not effect combat. PC marks are permanent, NPC marks last a week.)
Appearance:
History: Tristan was born in the Land of Iron as the second child to two ninja. Her name has origin in mythology, coming from the tale of a great swordsman who roamed the land. In fact, the name was her father's idea as he was an avid scholar of the blade himself. Tristan's mother, on the other hand, had specialized in the medical field, though this was mainly because she came from a scattered clan. Tristan's mother was a Yoru, and while her other brother was not born with their abilities, Tristan was. Her mother was happy about this, her father couldn't care less.
Growing up, Tristan followed in her father's footsteps, finding that using swords appealed to her more than healing others. In the back of her mind, however, she realized that if she ever wanted to recover from more fatal wounds she would have to learn eventually. Anyways, Tristan was a quick learner when it came to the sword. Her father would chalk that up to his good genes, but Tristan was quite literally a born natural at it. When she was roughly 12, she mastered the basics of swordplay.
Since then, Tristan has left her parents and lived by herself in the mountains of the Land of Iron, training. Tristan did not feel as if her father would have been able to teach her the things that she wanted to know, only the things that he thought she should know or he wanted her to know. Those years were tough, living alone. She had to feed herself, keep herself warm, and try to invent her own personal way of fighting. Only recently has she finally left her home, deciding to finally interact with the outside world.
Personality: Tristan, overall, is a very self-centered person. Not exactly selfish, as she's willing to help others if they ask, but her general mindset is the betterment of herself before anyone else. This really shines when it comes to her having to work with other people, as she is probably the worst person for teamwork. Her entire combat style is like this, where she'll make attacks for herself and only defend herself, forgetting that she may have teammates that would need some cooperation. She is also conceited, confident, and cocky at certain moments, though one day she may be the victim of her own hubris.
In social settings, Tristan is incredibly casual. She'll often tease and crack jokes, plus serious topics seem like they just fly over her head or she doesn't understand their magnitude. Tristan has a certain threshold that something will have to reach before she treats it seriously, people have a roughly same threshold to reach as well. Often she'll hold people of higher titles and status to higher standards, meaning than everyone has to earn her respect, no matter what their rank or title is.
Roleplay Sample:
It's a long one. Also it was color coded, keyword being was.
- You've been warned:
By this point, you know how this goes. Chidori is woken up at the crack of dawn, goes out with her Grandfather to train for the day, and ends up hating her decisions by 6 PM. It was a good routine they had going on there. Today was supposed to be the day they worked on Zanjutsu, but because Shisuke had neglected his duties yesterday he was going to attend to them. So today her instructor would a stack of papers that her grandfather made for her, with written instructions as well as pictures. His art style reminded her of medieval japanese art. Along with the pictures was an explanation that he wrote to her, to give her the general gist of that day’s plan.
The first thing that was described in the paper was that what she was currently wielding wasn’t going to cut it. Chidori, for a while now, has always wondered why her sword was such an odd shape and almost practically unusable because of its size as well. It was written that she should try to talk to her zanpakuto about it, but that’s going to be a new experience as well. So, she took her zanpakuto and placed it in the ground, blade first. Then, she sat on the ground, her legs crossed with the sword in the middle. This was supposed to be how a shinigami talks to their zanpakuto, and Chidori hasn’t really taken her time to do that. It’s mainly been a whole lot of swinging her sword around and killing hollows, but she knows that this was supposed to be a partnership and she wasn’t doing her part to make sure that her partner was comfortable. She closed her eyes and attempted to speak with the sword, out loud.
“Uh, hello?” There was silence that followed. Yeah, she kind of expected that to happen, but it was worth a shot. Not like her sword was just going to magically respond or something. Until it did.
“Hello there, Princess.” The voice was in her mind, and the first thing that stood out to Chidori was that it had the voice of a woman. For some reason, Chidori expected her sword to be a man, but was sort of relieved that it was a woman. She had a very alluring and sexy voice, something that Chidori would compare with a prostitute trying to acquire her next client. It was also on the more mature side of things, as if she was on the older side and had kids. Again, she would compare the deepness of her voice to that of a cougar speaking to a younger man, which is also oddly mother-like. The word princess was spoken as more of a combination of an insult and nickname rather than one or the other, but Chidori was so used to being called that it didn’t phase her.
“Yo...uh, sword? How’s it going?” This was awkward but how else was she supposed to address someone who has been with her for years but they’ve never spoken with each other. Chidori pictured her sword looking down on her with a smug and confused look on her face, like she was some child trying to talk to a grown up. It annoyed her.
“Sword, huh? I guess it’ll do for now… um, you do know that you do not have to physically speak to me, correct? Just make contact with me and it will make this whole conversation much more pleasurable.” Chidori did as she was told and took her zanpakuto out of the ground and laid it across her legs. Her inner world then appeared around her, the forest she was in was gone. One thing she noticed was that it was incredibly blinding here, and it took her a couple of minutes to fully adjust. While waiting for that to happen, she could feel that the floor was cold and it felt hard. Opening her eyes, she witnessed what her inner world was like: there were a bunch of buildings but they were all destroyed to some degree, vegetation ran rampant and growing up the sides of these buildings. The best way to describe it would be the remnants of humanity, as if people lived here hundreds and hundreds of years ago, but she knew that wasn’t true. They were on the ground, in the middle of what used to be a road, surrounded by tall, multiple story concrete buildings. In front of her was a woman who looked to be of an asian origin. Her skin was pale and she wore a black silk kimono that had a red color and long sleeves, though the sleeves were cut down the middle from the wrist to the elbow. She had long black hair that was straight and was accompanied by a purple lotus hairpin on the left side of her head. Her eye color was white and there was a beauty mark below her red lips. The kimono was incredibly long, dragging on the floor behind her for roughly half a meter and was held together by a gold obi, though you could still see a generous amount of cleavage from her to the point that, if you position yourself correctly, you might catch a glimpse of some areola. As Chidori inspected the woman further, she noticed that she had 6 gold earrings in, 3 in either ear.
“Forever no see, Princess. What brings you to my--our--wonderful home today? Speaking with you has always been pleasant, especially since you never respond.” The woman manifests a smoking pipe out of sand particles that gathered in her hand. Chidori is still looking around as she responds.
“Oh, y’know, nothing much. I uh, came to ask you for something but I guess we can use this time to connect with each other or something, I dun know. How’ve you been?”
“Bored. Do you know how long it’s been since you’ve actually used me prior to a few weeks ago? Forever. Legitimately forever. I’m somewhat disappointed in you Chidori. For someone who’s known to be the princess of a renowned shinigami family, you neglect your zanpakuto.”
“Wait, how do you- nevermind. And I’m sorry I guess, it’s not unheard of in my family to focus more on your hakuda or kido than zanpakuto. Hey, I’m here now though and you were pretty useful when we fought Rat King, literally couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Mmm, true.” She brought the pipe up to her lips and brought it back down, smoke leaking out of her mouth like it was water. “Though it seems this small talk isn’t necessarily getting us anywhere, so feel free to ask me what you whatever you came here for and then be on your way, yes?”
“Damn, sorry for wanting to get to know you or something-”
“It’s not that you want to get to know me out of the good of your heart, you just want me to appeal to you and your request. This is all a superficial meeting only in your interest. I get nothing from this, you get everything. Now, as I said before, speak.”
“Oh, well my bad! I just wanted to talk with my partner but I didn’t know she was such an asshole!”
“Maybe you would know if you gave a damn! That’s why everyone hates you! Have you ever realized that? You only do things on your own time without any consideration for anybody except for yourself! Just take your current situation for example! Who in their right mind would go on a multiple day journey while their father could die any day?! A normal person would spend as much time with that as possible, but you? You left at the drop of a hat. We’ve worked together for hundreds of years but this is the first time you’ve even attempted to speak with me!” The spirit became so angry that she snapped her pip in half, it crumbling into sand afterwards.
Chidori was silent, taking those words to heart and truly processing them. Her spirit was right, Chidori, even when she tries to be nice, is at her core selfish. All of her actions are only beneficial to her, and while she does consider and strive to help others, it all comes back to her. Silence was the only response she felt worthy of giving.
“Exactly. If you want to be someone that the people depend on, you need to really change who you are as a person. One of these days, maybe you should talk with your family without expecting something out of it. Tell your friend you love him without expecting a response. Earn the title of noble instead of just wearing it and expecting people to respect you, because believe me, you don’t deserve any of it. Now, raise your head Princess and ask me your question and be on your way.”
Chidori did as she was told, and looked her zanpakuto spirit in the eyes. “I’ve come to request a form change, though I understand now that it may not happen. Hearing how you feel about me, I acknowledge that I have been a horrible wielder and a worse partner. I understand if you will refuse me and I understand if you wouldn't talk to me again after today, but please. Please. I want to strive for greatness, and I would love it if you were there with me. As you’ve said, we’ve been together forever and I feel like there’s a sort of bond between us that doesn’t need words. You’ve always been there for me when I’ve needed you and you’ve helped me complete some of the most difficult tasks I have ever faced.”
The spirit sighed, looking away from Chidori as she spoke. “Hm. You know I can’t stay mad at you Princess, unless you’ve done something I cannot agree with. I know that you are actively trying to improve yourself and it was wrong of me to call you out on something you’ve done for so long. A lot of frustration that I’ve had these past few decades, so you can imagine what it’s like to finally speak to you.” She releases a sigh. “But my points still stand. This once, I will comply with your request, upon exit you will be met with a brand new me. Though from here on out, it’s going to be very different between us. I’m going to be watching you, very closely. Now that we can communicate I will tell you what you’re doing wrong, what you’ve done wrong, and what you will do wrong, so do your best to be the best that you can be or else you’ll have to answer to me.”
It was after her spirit finished talking that Chidori realized something: it sounded just like her mother. It’s crazy, she knows, especially since her mother has been dead for nearly 40 years now, but Chidori knew that voice anywhere. She was going to confront the spirit but decided it would be best not to.
“Thank you….?” Chidori trailed off as she realized she didn’t know her zanpakuto’s name. A gesture accompanied the tone of her voice and all the spirit could do was laugh.
“You think you’re clever, eh? No, not today. Soon my Princess, but not today.” She donned a grin as she walked to Chidori and flicked her forehead. As she made contact, Chidori found herself back in the real world, her zanpakuto looking much different than normal. Where before it was more of a long dagger or shortsword, it was now a shorter version of the nodachi, a kodachi. It still kept it’s signature black color, with a jagged yet smooth fire-looking hamon or pattern along the side of the blade. The guard was a gold color, much like her spirit’s obi, and a white handle with a black. gauze-like wrapping around it. In the ground was the scabbard, black with a silver design embroidered on either end. At the top, there was a small red rope tied around it. The rope dangled in the wind, and all that’s left is Chidori and her sword.
“Thank you. To the future.” Chidori points the sword to the sky.
“To the future.”
