[OOC] Application!
Character: Ishida Uryuu
Series: Bleach
Character Age: 16
Canon: Bleach: a series that actually has nothing to do with laundry detergent, despite the name. Rather, it's all about teenage mutant ninja shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo, who kicks supernatural butt like the fabulous shounen retard he is. Of course, every shounen protagonist needs an ETERNAL RIBARU to even up the score - and that's where Ishida Uryuu comes in.
Ishida is the yin to Ichigo's yang: a cool, calculating, often arrogant and somewhat socially inept young man obsessed with pride and his own self-righteousness. He is the last of the Quincy, a group of supernatural fighters whose conflict with the shinigami led to their own destruction about two hundred years ago. As a result, Ishida himself harbors a raging hate-on for anything shinigami. This eventually leads him to stalk and then challenge Kurosaki Ichigo, an event which he didn't quite plan out properly in the first place. Smooth and logical as he may be, Ishida spazzes terribly once things stop going his way. When not trying (and often failing) to be an utter badass, he's actually the biggest sewing and fashion dork ever. This is a guy who has a problem with the word "haphazard," refuses to wear buttons, and always, always brings a spare cape into battle. Just in case.
Sample Application:
I believe I am in something of a predicament.
That very fact is highly unusual for a Quincy of my caliber. When I am on a mission in an unfamiliar, presumably hostile place, I expect to remain in the same unfamiliar, presumably hostile place. I am approximately as fond of wandering aimlessly through a swamp as I am wearing clashing colors of plaid. Especially when the only vaguely sentient creatures are rabbits who insist that I should have turned left somewhere in the vicinity of Albuquerque.
The zombies, naturally, do not count as being sentient. I would ask why the shinigami have not dealt with this problem just yet, but the answer should be self-evident. Even if they have noted the situation, odds are that they are already doing it wrong. Kurosaki, you may assume that I am including you in this statement. I am aware that you often need assistance in looking up at my insults as they fly past. It is a matter that can be resolved even without the use of supernatural abilities. A knitting needle to the correct acupuncture point - in this case, the eye socket - would do the job with approximately 65% less blood involved. If I had my supplies with me, I could spend a few moments cleaning up this rabble.
... therein lies the predicament. It is not enough that I am lost, particularly while zombies and shinigami are in the area. Of course not. Clearly the situation calls for the haphaz - erratic placement of enormous buttons around this camp. Most of them are currently nipping at my heels and occasionally stealing the pack of sewing supplies from my back. Why on earth would buttons want such things to begin with? There aren't any scarf patterns in existence that would look good on a horde of buttons! At least when they robbed me of my backup capes, I was able to presume they had some semblance of taste - albeit, the incorrect kind of taste.
I - I will not tolerate this any longer. A Quincy is more than capable of handling such petty nuisances, regardless of how many capes he is wearing.
Enormous cape-eating buttons! Ishida Uryuu, the last of the Quincy, shall not be your lunch!
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Series: Bleach
Character Age: 16
Canon: Bleach: a series that actually has nothing to do with laundry detergent, despite the name. Rather, it's all about teenage mutant ninja shinigami Kurosaki Ichigo, who kicks supernatural butt like the fabulous shounen retard he is. Of course, every shounen protagonist needs an ETERNAL RIBARU to even up the score - and that's where Ishida Uryuu comes in.
Ishida is the yin to Ichigo's yang: a cool, calculating, often arrogant and somewhat socially inept young man obsessed with pride and his own self-righteousness. He is the last of the Quincy, a group of supernatural fighters whose conflict with the shinigami led to their own destruction about two hundred years ago. As a result, Ishida himself harbors a raging hate-on for anything shinigami. This eventually leads him to stalk and then challenge Kurosaki Ichigo, an event which he didn't quite plan out properly in the first place. Smooth and logical as he may be, Ishida spazzes terribly once things stop going his way. When not trying (and often failing) to be an utter badass, he's actually the biggest sewing and fashion dork ever. This is a guy who has a problem with the word "haphazard," refuses to wear buttons, and always, always brings a spare cape into battle. Just in case.
Sample Application:
I believe I am in something of a predicament.
That very fact is highly unusual for a Quincy of my caliber. When I am on a mission in an unfamiliar, presumably hostile place, I expect to remain in the same unfamiliar, presumably hostile place. I am approximately as fond of wandering aimlessly through a swamp as I am wearing clashing colors of plaid. Especially when the only vaguely sentient creatures are rabbits who insist that I should have turned left somewhere in the vicinity of Albuquerque.
The zombies, naturally, do not count as being sentient. I would ask why the shinigami have not dealt with this problem just yet, but the answer should be self-evident. Even if they have noted the situation, odds are that they are already doing it wrong. Kurosaki, you may assume that I am including you in this statement. I am aware that you often need assistance in looking up at my insults as they fly past. It is a matter that can be resolved even without the use of supernatural abilities. A knitting needle to the correct acupuncture point - in this case, the eye socket - would do the job with approximately 65% less blood involved. If I had my supplies with me, I could spend a few moments cleaning up this rabble.
... therein lies the predicament. It is not enough that I am lost, particularly while zombies and shinigami are in the area. Of course not. Clearly the situation calls for the haphaz - erratic placement of enormous buttons around this camp. Most of them are currently nipping at my heels and occasionally stealing the pack of sewing supplies from my back. Why on earth would buttons want such things to begin with? There aren't any scarf patterns in existence that would look good on a horde of buttons! At least when they robbed me of my backup capes, I was able to presume they had some semblance of taste - albeit, the incorrect kind of taste.
I - I will not tolerate this any longer. A Quincy is more than capable of handling such petty nuisances, regardless of how many capes he is wearing.
Enormous cape-eating buttons! Ishida Uryuu, the last of the Quincy, shall not be your lunch!
[Voting went here. 93.8% omg]