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Character: Kuchiki Rukia
Series: Bleach
Character Age: At least a century and a half or so, but tiny enough to pass for a high schooler.
Canon: Kuchiki Rukia was your average, everyday death god with a superiority complex up to here and a penchant for bad art and the dramatic. Her job entails beating down Hollows, ghosts that have lost their hearts and turned into monsters, and this line of work took her to the peaceful town of Karakura. One fateful evening, she met a high school jackass named Kurosaki Ichigo who possessed extraordinary spiritual power -- enough to cloud her senses from the Hollow that lingered nearby. Her ass got beaten, and in a last-ditch effort to save not only her own life but that of Ichigo and his entire family, she granted him access to her shinigami powers. Except, purely accidentally, he took 'em all, leaving her to operate a fake body until her powers return.
And, yeah, a lot of shit happens before her power actually ever returns -- in fact, it returns just about one hundred and ninety chapters later, after it's revealed that her lingering powerlessness and the fact that she got put on death row for it was part of an elaborate conspiracy. But, two hundred and some chapters later, it's kind of okay now!
Owing to her status as a noble of Soul Society, Rukia is a well-educated, eloquent girl who takes her job very seriously. Mostly. She does put forward a special sort of effort to conceal her identity as a death god, though she knows nothing of the modern world -- she's got difficulty poking holes in juiceboxes and she curtsies and sparkles and generally fails at modern Japanese. She's a great actress and a great liar. And she's also got a myriad of issues in accordance with an angst-filled past, but nobody really needs to know that.
Sample Post:
Captain Ukitake if you receive this transmission I would like to let it be known that I am, in fact, speaking off of the record; there appears to be a number of humans inhabiting the area and caution is of utmost importance --
And would that you hear anything particularly unusual over the course of this transmission you must attribute it to my determination to complete my objective: locate our missing comrades: one (1) orange-haired fool; one (1) rooster; one (1) cueball; one (1) honorable vice captain; the esteemed president of the Women's Association and vice captain of the esteemed Eleventh Division; and the esteemed captain of the Second Division.
As you can see by how I referred to our missing comrades, I am already beginning to develop an identity that ordinary humans will find both charming and believable.
Citizens of Camp Fuck You Die, a terrible crisis has befallen all of you!
A beautiful, demure young woman has found herself stranded on the outskirts of your dominion. Her clothes are worn ragged from her journey; though her body is lithe as is befitting of a lady of her poise and grace, there is, in fact, such a thing as too lithe: she has not had a substantial meal in -- in twice, nay, thrice as long as humans were ever intended to go without! That is approximately three or four hours, correct? And, please, I beg of you, speak not of the trail of dismantled corpses that seems to have followed her here: it was by some stroke of misfortune that she happened upon these pitiable, foul-smelling beasts in their pitiable, mutilated state. She is frail, and incapable of harming a fly with such malicious intent --
I ask you, after all of you have played audience to such a grievous tale: will somebody not come and rescue her from her tragic fate?
. . .No?
You do realize about whom I am speaking -- ?
. . .well! Perhaps, then, it is not she that needs rescue, but you! Yes, you, for surely if you are unwilling to lift even a finger to assist a damsel in distress your troubles must far outnumber mine!
Very well, then! Would that any amongst you admirably tenacious inhabitants of this area find yourselves in need of a rescuer, then seek no farther, fear no longer! I ask that you not follow the example set by your fur-lined and/or rotting brethren and please be gentle, for salvation has arrived, and I, Kuchiki Rukia, am but its humble overseer!
Where the hell is Ichigo, anyway?
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Series: Bleach
Character Age: At least a century and a half or so, but tiny enough to pass for a high schooler.
Canon: Kuchiki Rukia was your average, everyday death god with a superiority complex up to here and a penchant for bad art and the dramatic. Her job entails beating down Hollows, ghosts that have lost their hearts and turned into monsters, and this line of work took her to the peaceful town of Karakura. One fateful evening, she met a high school jackass named Kurosaki Ichigo who possessed extraordinary spiritual power -- enough to cloud her senses from the Hollow that lingered nearby. Her ass got beaten, and in a last-ditch effort to save not only her own life but that of Ichigo and his entire family, she granted him access to her shinigami powers. Except, purely accidentally, he took 'em all, leaving her to operate a fake body until her powers return.
And, yeah, a lot of shit happens before her power actually ever returns -- in fact, it returns just about one hundred and ninety chapters later, after it's revealed that her lingering powerlessness and the fact that she got put on death row for it was part of an elaborate conspiracy. But, two hundred and some chapters later, it's kind of okay now!
Owing to her status as a noble of Soul Society, Rukia is a well-educated, eloquent girl who takes her job very seriously. Mostly. She does put forward a special sort of effort to conceal her identity as a death god, though she knows nothing of the modern world -- she's got difficulty poking holes in juiceboxes and she curtsies and sparkles and generally fails at modern Japanese. She's a great actress and a great liar. And she's also got a myriad of issues in accordance with an angst-filled past, but nobody really needs to know that.
Sample Post:
Captain Ukitake if you receive this transmission I would like to let it be known that I am, in fact, speaking off of the record; there appears to be a number of humans inhabiting the area and caution is of utmost importance --
And would that you hear anything particularly unusual over the course of this transmission you must attribute it to my determination to complete my objective: locate our missing comrades: one (1) orange-haired fool; one (1) rooster; one (1) cueball; one (1) honorable vice captain; the esteemed president of the Women's Association and vice captain of the esteemed Eleventh Division; and the esteemed captain of the Second Division.
As you can see by how I referred to our missing comrades, I am already beginning to develop an identity that ordinary humans will find both charming and believable.
Citizens of Camp Fuck You Die, a terrible crisis has befallen all of you!
A beautiful, demure young woman has found herself stranded on the outskirts of your dominion. Her clothes are worn ragged from her journey; though her body is lithe as is befitting of a lady of her poise and grace, there is, in fact, such a thing as too lithe: she has not had a substantial meal in -- in twice, nay, thrice as long as humans were ever intended to go without! That is approximately three or four hours, correct? And, please, I beg of you, speak not of the trail of dismantled corpses that seems to have followed her here: it was by some stroke of misfortune that she happened upon these pitiable, foul-smelling beasts in their pitiable, mutilated state. She is frail, and incapable of harming a fly with such malicious intent --
I ask you, after all of you have played audience to such a grievous tale: will somebody not come and rescue her from her tragic fate?
. . .No?
You do realize about whom I am speaking -- ?
. . .well! Perhaps, then, it is not she that needs rescue, but you! Yes, you, for surely if you are unwilling to lift even a finger to assist a damsel in distress your troubles must far outnumber mine!
Very well, then! Would that any amongst you admirably tenacious inhabitants of this area find yourselves in need of a rescuer, then seek no farther, fear no longer! I ask that you not follow the example set by your fur-lined and/or rotting brethren and please be gentle, for salvation has arrived, and I, Kuchiki Rukia, am but its humble overseer!
Where the hell is Ichigo, anyway?
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