Post by Katsuyori Hitsugaya on Jun 29, 2007 21:21:09 GMT -5
Name: Katsuyori Hitsugaya
Age: 10 3/4
Gender: Male
Unit: N/A ~ Just started at the academy
Zanpakutou: A normal katana at the moment, it's name is still unknown to Katsuyori.
Brief Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that can look brown in low lighted areas. Tufty and unmanageable, though softer than it looks. Bright green eyes that are always questioning everything around him. He usually looks a little cautious of everything now that he's died, not used to his surroundings and not trusting of any of the people around him. He isn't sure how to act either...
Brief Personality:
A very cautious nature, beforehand, when he was still alive he was outspoken, bright and always smiling. Now he's withdrawn, homesick and just a little unsure of what to do. Apparently, because he had been around Kurosaki Ichigo when he was alive his reiatsu is higher than it was to begin with, because of this some people don't approach him, disliking him because he's favoured by a few sensei's before term has even started. He's still as innocent as ever, though seeing so much death his bright personality has dimmed somewhat, though that might be because he has no friends and can't speak to anybody. They're all bigger than him, all of them are older.
Small Bio:
((Read most of it on the other application ¬_?)
Katsuyori usually plays late at night beside the riverfront with whomever he can find. His parents work late at night and so he doesn't have to be home until hours past dark, his grandfather, bless his soul was still weak from being attacked by a hollow earlier that month.
Late one night he was walking with three other boys back to where their parents were going to pick them up, Katsu was supposed to be staying at one of their houses for the night because his parents were away on a 'business trip', which meant they'd gone for a weekend holiday someplace warm. He wasn't bothered, he was pleased he got to stay round his friends house for once, it made a change.
Though, unluckily he never got to his friends house, neither did the other boys he was with. He didn't even sense the Hollow before it attacked, crushing one of the other boys against the ground with ridiculous force. Killing him instantly. The others panicked, not being able to see the giant Hollow that was bearing down on them. Katsu tried to tell them to run but they wouldn't listen, they were asking the dead boy what was wrong.
Katsu watched with fear filled eyes as the second friend died and then his own vision went black.
But only for a moment, he came too staring at four bodies upon the floor and one of his friends stood looking up at the Hollow, petrified.
Took him a few seconds to realise he was dead.. And so were his friends, how else could he see the Hollow?
Before anything else could happen a shinigami appeared, killed the Hollow and sent the two to Soul Society, apologising that he couldn't have arrived earlier.
Upon arrival in Soul Society it took only three days for him to find his way into the Shinigami Academy, a shinigami found him, recognised a high spiritual energy and brought him in.
Which is where he is now, training to become a shinigami...
Small rp:
(This is something I wrote for another site.)
"Sou-Chan! Don't run so fast!" The small voice rang through the deserted park, ringing through the silence and followed quickly by gleeful laughter and the sound of feet upon tarmac. A small boy rushed into view, out of the undergrowth and into a clearing, breathing heavily, his cheeks pinkened from his little run. The girl he was chasing was stood in the middle of the clearing, her pink dress not even torn a little from the rush, her cheeks clean and pale as if the speedy chase had been absolutey nothing to her, "Sou-Chan, let's stop running now, please? People keep looking at me funny," he added with a small bout of laughter.
He honestly didn't mind what people thought about him chasing air. For that was what Souzaki was to most people, air. Most wouldn't see the child-like features, the carefree smile and the fragile body. Souzaki was a spirit, and Kat's newly found friend. Other people weren't aware of this though, they simply thought Kat was a little bit strange. Talking to himself and chasing nothing...
"Aww, but Katsu-kun," she whined playfully, kicking at the dirt with her small foot, "i haven't played in so long."
"... Alright," he smiled, nodding his head, "but how about you chase me? I tagged you ages ago, touching clothes does count!"
He never waited for her consent to play this way, instead he turned on his heel and ran quickly back the way he'd come. Brown hair flying back with the wind and brown eyes wide with excitement.. He knew she was following, he could hear her laughter echoing behind him..
Age: 10 3/4
Gender: Male
Unit: N/A ~ Just started at the academy
Zanpakutou: A normal katana at the moment, it's name is still unknown to Katsuyori.
Brief Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that can look brown in low lighted areas. Tufty and unmanageable, though softer than it looks. Bright green eyes that are always questioning everything around him. He usually looks a little cautious of everything now that he's died, not used to his surroundings and not trusting of any of the people around him. He isn't sure how to act either...
Brief Personality:
A very cautious nature, beforehand, when he was still alive he was outspoken, bright and always smiling. Now he's withdrawn, homesick and just a little unsure of what to do. Apparently, because he had been around Kurosaki Ichigo when he was alive his reiatsu is higher than it was to begin with, because of this some people don't approach him, disliking him because he's favoured by a few sensei's before term has even started. He's still as innocent as ever, though seeing so much death his bright personality has dimmed somewhat, though that might be because he has no friends and can't speak to anybody. They're all bigger than him, all of them are older.
Small Bio:
((Read most of it on the other application ¬_?)
Katsuyori usually plays late at night beside the riverfront with whomever he can find. His parents work late at night and so he doesn't have to be home until hours past dark, his grandfather, bless his soul was still weak from being attacked by a hollow earlier that month.
Late one night he was walking with three other boys back to where their parents were going to pick them up, Katsu was supposed to be staying at one of their houses for the night because his parents were away on a 'business trip', which meant they'd gone for a weekend holiday someplace warm. He wasn't bothered, he was pleased he got to stay round his friends house for once, it made a change.
Though, unluckily he never got to his friends house, neither did the other boys he was with. He didn't even sense the Hollow before it attacked, crushing one of the other boys against the ground with ridiculous force. Killing him instantly. The others panicked, not being able to see the giant Hollow that was bearing down on them. Katsu tried to tell them to run but they wouldn't listen, they were asking the dead boy what was wrong.
Katsu watched with fear filled eyes as the second friend died and then his own vision went black.
But only for a moment, he came too staring at four bodies upon the floor and one of his friends stood looking up at the Hollow, petrified.
Took him a few seconds to realise he was dead.. And so were his friends, how else could he see the Hollow?
Before anything else could happen a shinigami appeared, killed the Hollow and sent the two to Soul Society, apologising that he couldn't have arrived earlier.
Upon arrival in Soul Society it took only three days for him to find his way into the Shinigami Academy, a shinigami found him, recognised a high spiritual energy and brought him in.
Which is where he is now, training to become a shinigami...
Small rp:
(This is something I wrote for another site.)
"Sou-Chan! Don't run so fast!" The small voice rang through the deserted park, ringing through the silence and followed quickly by gleeful laughter and the sound of feet upon tarmac. A small boy rushed into view, out of the undergrowth and into a clearing, breathing heavily, his cheeks pinkened from his little run. The girl he was chasing was stood in the middle of the clearing, her pink dress not even torn a little from the rush, her cheeks clean and pale as if the speedy chase had been absolutey nothing to her, "Sou-Chan, let's stop running now, please? People keep looking at me funny," he added with a small bout of laughter.
He honestly didn't mind what people thought about him chasing air. For that was what Souzaki was to most people, air. Most wouldn't see the child-like features, the carefree smile and the fragile body. Souzaki was a spirit, and Kat's newly found friend. Other people weren't aware of this though, they simply thought Kat was a little bit strange. Talking to himself and chasing nothing...
"Aww, but Katsu-kun," she whined playfully, kicking at the dirt with her small foot, "i haven't played in so long."
"... Alright," he smiled, nodding his head, "but how about you chase me? I tagged you ages ago, touching clothes does count!"
He never waited for her consent to play this way, instead he turned on his heel and ran quickly back the way he'd come. Brown hair flying back with the wind and brown eyes wide with excitement.. He knew she was following, he could hear her laughter echoing behind him..
