Fensake Kakuheki

Blazing Fist

456

Early 30's

2nd Division

Captain

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5'11"

185

Fensake stands at roughly average height with lean if still somewhat heavily built muscle structure over his otherwise lanky frame He has shrouded himself entirely from head to toe in black, foregoing any footwear for simple metal reinforced tabi socks that are shredded into strips near the top so that he can rap them about his much shorter and fitting hakama pants before tieing them off. A body stocking that terminates at the crown of his head to let his hair flow out from it is the only part of his body many see. His Hoari is actually not worn, replaced by a custom fit white sort of sleevless variant that he can easily remove wihout fear of a fit of rage from the captain commander. A crimson lining on the inside of this matches the red crimson sash he ties about his waist loosely.

It has been so many years, decades even since his face has been revealed from beneath this mask in anything but private conversations with the Commander himself that none quite remember his features. A soft gaze, made piercing by solid gold eyes. Once this face use to be adorned along it's round jaw with a scraggly sort of beard one might find upon the habitually lazy or bored but no longer as it would cause such an itch with his mask one.

Hustle and Bustle
Chaos
Sweets

Spicy Food
Meetings and Civlity
Sitting still or not fidgeting for any amount of time

Fidgety and prone to action before thought
Suicidal combative preferences
Quick to judge and mouth off

Strong willed
Loyal to a fault
Highly adaptive to situations
Forced adaption of personality - He has forced himself to lock out all his traits outwardly to be only the most serious and on topic man he can. All of these true faucets of himself linger beneath the surface but he only allows himself to be candid with his zanapkutou spirit. Never speaking as himself in public or private.

Fensake can come off as...cold-hearted and perhaps extreme to many. While others say capture he insist that the best way to handle a situation is to slit the problems throat and worry about everything else later. The threat being dealt with is his primary and only concern and whatever means are taken to do it are of no importance.

He is forbidden from moving his hands from being clasped behind his back during meetings as his fidgeting annoys the other captains immensely. It is somehow the one thing he cannot stop himself form doing with his false outward attitude.

Five Push Daggers - Small leaf-shaped daggers one can use as a sort of knuckle blade or throw much like a kunai but will penetrate less due to wider shape.
Knuckle/Knee/Shin Guards - Being a physical contact fighter, he has to take the neccesary precautions and thus wheres protective thin plates and items over key contact points on his body to prevent damage from his own attacks.
Metal Hoari Replacement - His Hoari, replaced with a different one so as to avoid constant need to replace the true one, is actually woven heavily into with metal strands, thin but spread very much so throughout the garment. He is able to melt and harden these threads within his garment, burning off excess threads and leaving behind only hardened metal blades in their places to wield as improvised weapons.

name: Goukama - Hell Fire Furnace

sealed form: The sealed form of his zanpakutou is a very short reverse-edged Tanto. The total length of his blade is a mere 6 inches and this coupled with the blunt point and reversed edge makes it seen as typically useless in direct zanjutsu combat. There is no guard to his short blade and the wrappings are made of a simple deep green cloth. The pommel is all but unmarked with a simple diagonal line crossing from the left upper corner to the right lower corner.

spirit: The spirit of Fensake zanpakutou is a partially completed suit of armor sitting on a sort of pedestal. The suit of arm has only lower legs and only the upper body leaving the thigh and pelvis vacant. Despite this the armor will move when and if he were to visit it's inner world by joining the pieces of armor with the same colored energy as used during the Burst Drives.

His attitude is one of a seriously overbearing grandfather, forced to live in an age a century beyond the one he grew up in. He is stuffy and formal, insisting to be referred to as Gouka-Sama when Fensake is speaking to him despite the fact that the two are one in the same. Fensake and he understand they were the two sides of a single coin and yet will argue points with each other simply to say that all options were discussed. If one besides Fensake were ever to have occassion to meet this spirit they would surely want to strangle him, or themselves, or anything for that matter. Just as long as they were allowed to leave more quickly.

inner world: Fensake's Inner world is a seemingly infinite amount of rooms, all in a japanese style and all with a candle lit on a stand in each of the four corners. The doors open and close themselves as he approaches showing a room beyond that is identical. Each room another blank slate. A falsehood that portrays another facade he puts out for the world around him. When he had trained for his final release he had indeed manifested his spirit, but at the same time his spirit manifest him within this realm. Outwardly he made combat, his body moving on instinct versus his physical spirit while inwardly his mental self was forced to stalk the endless rooms searching for something he had hid even from himself.

release command: Warp and Reforge,

description: His blade first splits then each new blade sprouts nozzles along the back-edge of the blade, slightly upraised partial domes that rise off the blade no more then 1/4 of an inch and dot it equally across the 6 inch length 4 times. Because these are along the back edge they do dominate the sharpened back edge. This leaves him an even less likely chance to cut an enemy with his weapon forcing him even more so to focus on hand-to-hand combat.

The pommel of the blade sprouts a tassel with approximately 12 small round domes attached to it's 6 inch length. These rounded domes when removed can be attached to anything Fensake may desire, and cannot be removed. The domes when placed will open with a spiraling of the dome down into the base to show that they are actually full sized versions of the partial nozzles on the back edge of his blade. The nozzles are able to pivot, like the jets one might find on modern fighter craft to angle the flames they produce.

The weapon is able to produce jets of flame from the nozzle's which can be used for traps, enhancing his attacks, or direct damage towards a target.

type: Fire/Jet-Type

techniques: techniques:
For: Shikai
Name: Mine Sweeper
Type: Offensive/Defensive
Cost: Moderate Energy
Range: Close
Description: Using the nozzle tassels he can bury them amongst the field around himself and his chosen foe. They will erupt on command reducing the area into an eruption of molten stone, dirt, and fire. Useful to build a defensive wall around himself or likewise to leave traps for his targets.

For: Shikai
Name: I'm a Jedi
Type: Offensive
Cost: Minor
Range: Mid-Close
Description: Attaching the tassels, either by flinging them about or simply preparing ahead of time Fensake let's himself play a little game with his opponent. Miming with his hands he will fling objects with the spare nozzles attached to them about the area using short jet bursts. Creating a storm of debris or simply flinging radiators and random pipes into his opponent's face.

note that you cannot start off with bankai unless the character is AV-3 or higher.

name: Goukama Taikyokuken - Fellfire Furnace Frand Ultimate Fist

description: His bankai's appearance covers his front upper body shoulders arms and leads down his entire back and the backs of his legs, nozzles dot every inch of this armor along both of his legs and then run along the spine unspaced while dotting the sides of his back every 4th inch and clustering around both shoulders blades in an oval. The arms and shoulder have nozzles placed roughly every 1.5 inches along the back of the arms though jut from the shoulder at all points available. On the inner arm he has only a nozzle in the middle of the forearm and atop his bicep and at the section of the bicep just before the crook of his elbow. His knuckles are studded with a small nozzle apiece that is to small to provide strong propulsion and a large nozzle on the back hand allows for rapid and powerful punches.

He however is Anchored to a giant upperbody of armor and a helmet with a full mask that floats up and behind him. This armor is controlled by him and is dotted with nozzles on a grandly larger scale then his own and are exponentially more powerful allowing a strike from that weapon to quite literally bring the house down. The anchoring is in the form of chains of thick red metal.

type: Giant Spirit Manifest-Type

stat upgrades: +4 Hankou, +2 Bukijuu, +2 Hoho

techniques:

techniques:
For: Bankai
Name: Satans Smithery
Type: Offensive
Cost: Heavy
Range: Close/Mid/Long
Description: Growing somewhat less potent the farther out the assault goes, Fensake's mimicry giant gathers fire into it's arms before punching straight into the ground causing massive eruptions of molten stone, dirt, and fire. A far deadlier but less precisely aimed version of his minesweeper technique.

Born into the era of fuedal Japan, Fensake's attitude towards the world around him was molded more or less to fit it, and yet not fit it. for no matter who, he could never stand by and watch anyone suffer. His family had all died when he was young, during attacks by bandits, he had been spared only because their bodies fell atop him as they were slain. Only ten he began to work as his father had in the rice paddies, and the fields, assisting his village in it's recovery and rebuilding. Many villagers would think him brave, but truly he was more ghost for the next 5 years then he ever was as a plus soul. By the time he reached adult-hood of the modern era he had grown very strong and admired among the villagers, while no god to them, he was one who would never not stop to assist, would tend to those who needed wounds salved, and was never averse to lifting grain rolls from the backs of the weary and up onto his strong shoulders.

Born to a life of toil, he had found his place, found his solace in the loss of his family, and found his family had only been made smaller, and that those that remained cared for him as any other could. A man of courage, of valor, and sadly, of fool hardy bravery. He had left the town for some time, along with many other men of his own age, to go and fight for another Lords senseless wars and likely to die, and yet he did not, coming from the war nearly unscathed but for the memories of those he had lost. He had met along his path, just outside his own village, a set of bandits, kicking strongly into a lump upon the ground. Fensake had been mere moments from ignoring it until he heard the whimper from the lump as it noticed his approach. A man, under assault, Fensake armed with the blade gifted him by his survival of the bloody wars. Little could he have known he had not been so grand a swordsmen, as he had been a lucky one. He unsheathed the blade and would strike down one, then two, and then three bandits before the remaining party would gift him the eternal black sleep of death.

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He had awoken, from what he could tell after several hours, to see a steady orange glow. Dazed from what he had though his death he dashed off, not ever realizing he left his body behind bleeding across the dirt path. He stormed into his village to find it just now beginning to smolder into ashes and charcoal, and to see a Man in heavy black robes surveying the scene as a small black winged butterfly fluttered off. Fensake roared at the man in his rage, diving forward to slash with a sword he had not realized he no longer wielded, and was smashed to the dirt and ashen street by the pommel of this black robed figures blade. A blade he would remember, for it's small size, it's strangely blunt tip, and it's reversed edge.

He awoke again, this time feeling as if he had been something small, something insignificantly weak, and yet elegant. the sign to his right, more a slash of paint across one tattered wall, the numbers 78. A small splash of faded and weather worn blood underneath them. He picked himself up, rubbing away the dirt and dust and glancing around him to survey his new surroundings. It seemed safe enough, a mite bit sketchy but many kept to themselves and gave only shifty weary glances to those around them. He would blend in with the crowd easily as he tucked in, scooping a worn, and burn-edged blanket from a sleeping man, passed out in his own drunken stupor, and wrapping it about himself.

In that time he would wander through the districts, for a span of 17 years picking up the straggling children and other spirits, who he came to know as pluses, and together they moved through the Rukongai districts, relying on each other to make ends meat for the whole of them. Fensake also came to know of the shinigami, and of the art of the soul burial as each spirit called it when they were sent here. His previous animosity when he had first tried to rip apart one of the black clothed figures on sight had been quickly stowed away to feel personal shame about after he had been so easily subdued by the Shinigami. for now he could respect them well enough. After all, without them he would never have come to this new realm, and perhaps he would have become something dark and terrible rather then whatever level of pure being he was at the moment.

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However, these years of content following could not forever last. As time went by many of his people began to find place among the vast districts to settle down. Taking groups of children along with them to keep them safe and give them a true home to flourish in, and so one day Fensake finally found himself alone, and again he came across a shinigami. He stood tall, yet not as well-built as Fensake. He would have passed off the initial feeling of familiarity if he had not noted in time the small blade tucked neatly into the front robes. Of the odd handle, so familiar as it had stamped him on the forehead and knocked him to the ground.

Fensake alone had not bothered to track the districts through which he traveled, he was well-armed with his small tanto, at least well enough at wielding it after 17 years of defending his followers to fend of the typical thugs, and thus hadn't been able to realize he had wandered into the 80th district of the Rukongai. So he approached with haste, to thank the shinigami for what he must have done for his villagers by sending them hear upon there deaths. He stopped abruptly as the man disappeared and the blade of cold steel pressed against his throat. Kubikiri tanto's, made to severe a dead enemies head a trophy, using a reversed edge on the curve. He began to raise his hands to show no harm meant, but stopped as the blade slightly cut into his throat and the man dropped to his knees in a fit of coughing.

Fensake turned and knelt, now seeing the dangers of the district around him as several men loomed from the shadows to come after this shinigami in his moment of weakness. Fensake assesed the situation, and patted the shinigami on the shoulder before sliding his hand around the dropped Kubikiri's hilt and unsheathing his own tanto blade. He would fight the three demons of Zaraki as they came at him and the wounded shinigami, who by now had begun to cough up blood as he collapsed, and leave all dead at his feet before re-sheathing his blade and picking the sheath from his shinigami's front and re-sheathing it as well.

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By now the shinigami had lapsed into unconsciousness so Fensake simply hefted him over both his shoulders before making for the quickest exit from the Zaraki and into more peaceful Rukongai districts. Eventually he would find his way back, days later, and with the shinigami again back on his feet, walking among district one, and nearing the gate. For during his time with the shinigami, keeping him from hacking up a lung, and sharing small meals, he noticed the shinigami reducing the energy he coursed throughout himself to a minimum. It had intrigued the Shinigami that he could sense the reaitsu at all, but Fensake did not seem to find it all that terribly odd, so when asked to continue escorting him, he had happily obliged, glad to have a traveling companion again.

When they reached the gate it, unsurprisingly, snapped shut and the gaurdian looked down upon them for explanation of whya simple man of rukongai would have approached it with the shinigami. The shinigami spoke in hushed tones with the large guardian, but apparently convinced him to open the gate despite the Rukon mans presence. Fensake's presence. the shinigami turned to Fensake and held a hand out as he stood underneath the gateway. He offered him the chance to likewise bring souls to the Rukongai, and to help those lost in their paths to find their way. the Shinigami academy, one where anyone with spiritual prowess was sent.

Fensake was not sure if he truly qualified, but felt to not at least let those who admitted him reaitsu weak, be the ones to let this shinigami know he had been wrong, would be somewhat rude. Oh what little Fensake could truly have known of the path that awaited.
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While not found to be of grand power, for a beginner of course, his ability to sense the energy cocked enough Academy admittance workers eyes to allow him a chance at becoming a shinigami. He, while not excelling at first, performed more then adequately compared to others brought for the much more mainstream reason of energy bursts. In a work of book knowledge he did excel as he seemed to have an extreme thirst for understanding of things he previously had not. In the realms of combat, while very tentative with his initial strikes, as he grew more accustomed he began to show general, if not above average grasp of the concept of Zanjutsu and Hakuda. And though admitted under a time where he did not experience the periods of energy blasts as many did, or of hunger caused by appearance of Reaitsu in the individual. He did seem very well versed in the concept of kidou, though more so again towards those of a less violently deadly nature. His aim, practiced and truly was second-to-none, allowing his some what less developed abilities to give all there punch to the desired location. Never missing his mark was his strong suite.

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Upon the day of his graduation Fensake first joined one of the generic squadrons; He plucked his choice of squad from a hat if you would believe it. Beginning in squad three he spent several decades climbing ranks marvelously without attaining his shikai as he was never able to settle within himself just what he was. Who he was. A myriad of faces and attitudes splashing about as if he was afraid to show his core self to the world.

His shikai was realized about half a century after his enrollment, now holding the 4th seat in the 2nd division after transferring a year before just for such a promotion for his skill and also his amition. He had been speaking-had been building an empathic report with his blade-for some time, but never had caught it's name in those emotions. He heard the voice now however, demanding his attention with full force of his own will. If only that now had not been in the midst of detaining a wanted man

Fensake had taken a moment to understand this and for that action his foe had found the time to pin him to a wall. For many a worthy task to complete, but Fensake's ideal point of combat was in close-range. His weapon whole-heartedly agreed with him as it erupted to new life in his hands.

"Warp and Reforge All Steel, Hell Fire Furnace!" His right hand shot up and not only connected with the mans stomach but smashed it and his lower ribs inward before sending him rocketing back to smash half-dead into the building behind them. His teams mind were blown apart by the raw power the attack had held but only let it daunt them for a moment before moving in and detaining the would be traitor.

He became a wildly popular success afterwards, taking on assignments and duties ranging from the boring to the suicidal and coming back from each with a glimmer of enjoyment in his eye. Fairly soon his captain approoached with a gentle hand and a reuqest that Fensake take the currently absent Lieutenant's spot. His captain was fairly fond of his work ethic and supremely proud of the fact that he could rely on his Fensake to performs tasks he himself had thought impossible to execute. After deliberating quietly for about two, perhaps three, seconds Fensake accepted this request.

Once again, several decades passed, Fensake once again maintaining a shining if perhaps poorly kept record of his accomplishments as he began to take on more and more work for his squad. He began to see his all over personalities, friendly and child-like for crowds, aloof and unkempt for his men, serious as all sin for his superiors were effecting his ability to work with his own spirit. At times his zan actually refused to open itself to him claiming he was not Fensake.

Growing concerned Fensake took a leave of absence from his duties and returned to the rukongai, to the farthest out districts, to his origins. He immerses himself into this seedy land of violence for the sake of violence and in time realizes the truth his zanpakutou had been trying to warn him of. That he himself was not Fensake. Fensake enjoyed battle, love chaos and throwing himself at problems. Fensake however had neglected this and while indeed he had been going on missions that involved all of this he was not enjoying himself.

His weapon offered him now a test of himself. It offered to open itself to him fully if he were to be willing to perish if he were to fail. Fensake did not hesitate and so the battle that's greatness would be felt even as far as the seireitei as he and his zanpakutou clashed both within his soul and from without his soul far far out in the Rukongai. Fensake returned a changed man. Bankai capable serious to a fault and ready now to prove to his zanpakutou he could be himself but also the man that his division deserved.

In time the captain grew to know he would need to make way for Fensake as he began to overshadow his own abilities by quite the margin but even when confronted about the matter of succession and that Fensake would need to one day take over for him Fensake refused the offer and maintained that he was not fit to lead as a Captain yet. He still had much more development to endure. Many more lessons to learn from his captain before he could consider it.

His captain would bare with his protege's odd temperament towards ascending the ranks for many years of playful joking at meetings and gatherings while slowly piling more of his duties onto Fensake to force his hand. At last he relented, Fensake would take the appointment from his captain after a list of assignments he had been handed down was completed. Needless to say his captain had most of them accomplished within the next two days to Fensake's surprise and he was forced to go on the last one with his captain as a sort of Final Tour of Duty.

He along with his captain and several more of his seated officers were sent outwards into the outlying area's of the Rukongai. Apparently it had been hounding the population for some time and many were starting to go missing mysteriously without struggle in the night. Naturally Fensake himself was cautious of the event, far more so then needed due to the believed low level of this particular hollow. His captain and comrades made light conversation throughout the trek and well into the night while they setup camp in preparation to hunt it down tomorrow afternoon eventually getting Fensake to lighten his own mood.

They each celebrated in their own way the passing of the mantle from their captain to Fensake, his captain even going as far as to remove his robes for the evening to put himself down on the same political level as his men for his final night spent with them. Soon, full of drink and carb's the men fell asleep and even Fensake with all his caution deigned not to setup a watch. How bad could some simple little hollow be, especially one foolish enough to come near his or his captains energy signatures.

A scream rent the night and awoke Fensake with a start He literally exploded out of bed half naked, his tent's remains fluttering away with the massive release of spiritual pressure as he stalked amongst the remains of the seated officers he and his captain had brought with them. The hollow had obliterated them and even now was feeding on the skull of the final victim with a satisfied look on it's masked face accompanied by the sickening crunch of bone. It was, small and almost humanoid in form as it stalked through the remains for another morsel while Fensake looked on in abject horror. The beast seemingly ignorant that it was being observed.

His captains arrival behind him brought the moment of clarity he needed to instinctively attack, releasing his shikai and driving the blades straight home into the hollows back before he prepared to incinerate it from the inside. It reacted more quickly then could be anticipated and abnormally for a creature having just suffered such a grievous wound by twisting it's body and wrenching the knife through it's own flesh as it chomped down hard onto Fensake's arm even as it's own body exploded in a wash of fiery energy till it was nothing but ashes. The woods went silent but for the drip, drip, drip of blood from the still biting and now severed head of the dead foe.

After what felt like an eternity to Fensake his captain finally spoke up and began to approach him. He was saying something about taking that head off Fen's forearm. Fensake wasn't entirely sure all he knew was this odd swimming sensation and the voice of his spirit calling from far away. He collapsed a moment or so later and only awoke several days later in his barracks with a captains haori and his uniform hanging on the valet behind him. While he had been out his captain had confirmed that he was stepping down after the debacle in Rukongai, assuming full responsibility and Putting his Lieutenant Fensake up for promotion to his position. The vote had carried and papers signed before Fensake even awoke.

He could not refute the claim, doing so would only place a new type of shame on his captains shoulders while tarnishing the very reason he had done so. Fensake could not bring himself to take that final gift and throw it away so he made a solemn vow. That in his duties he would not be himself. He could not give in to kind thoughts or compassion, never again spend a night out with his men to celebrate. He could never again be himself publicly. Donning a mask, covering himself entirely in black he arrived for first report to the commander not as Fensake, compassionate if battle happy. He arrived as a cold calculating killer, a no risk taken, no quarter given, no emotion showing killer of any who would stand against soul society or it's interests.

"Oh Dear, perhaps I gave you a bit to much credit for your resilience." Fero said more to himself then to the Sin before him. She had recovered from the secondary blow rather well, getting herself immediately away from him by launching her body from the impact site, denying him an opportunity to lay on the damage while she was immobile. However as far as putting the wind back in her sails she seemed to be struggling for a moment. He felt the icy chill of death run down his spine as she held his eyes with her stare and that lifeless chain of drool hanging from her lips. Dripping down to her breast bone and trailing inexorably down to her...to her...

Fensake nearly averted his gaze when he took full stock of her finally outside of checking for his condition after his assault to gauge how much more damage he would take over the course of putting her down for good. Bloody hell she is might as well be unclothed at this point. Why did the quincy have to slash up her outfit! And verily his minds inner turmoil was well founded, for after the quincy's assault Kira's clothing was shredded to the point where a few threads further snipped would leave her looking more like a scene from a risque martial artist manga. His foolish allowance for the distraction gave Kira the moment longer she needed to put her faculties in order and with a swift and strong-willed declaration she charged forward like some strange schoolyard brawler with her fist raised high behind her.

Her strength is no joke, I'll need to be fairly careful with how I handle that attack even if it is delivered by the technique of an amateur. Fensake thought as he readied himself with his hands held out wide beside him blades held with the blunt tips inward as if he aimed to smash them into her sides when she came to range. He shifted balance slightly to his right foot and leaned in, bringing his arms in now just slightly. All that lay between the two was the ground and her Axe. Neither of benefit to her with her hand held up like that. Fensake was confident he could pull of a dodge akin to a mexican bullfighter this charge at least.

She reached her axe, but Fensake was so focused on her he could not compensate quickly enough once she kicked it's handle and sent it smashing heavily into his shin, spilling him forward to the ground. Fensake had a quarter of a second to process this new position and situation, three eighths of a second longer then he needed. He gathered his left arm beneath him to try and catch himself entirely on instinct letting his body fall atop it as she barreled down on him. "Bakudou no Hachi, Seki." Once again his instinctual reaction sought to assist him in escaping what he assumed would be a very painful trampling but do to the nature of his spell his body was flung from atop his arm and out of the line of fire while the arm itself was merely pressed down into the ground. As she roared past he felt her heel smash through the spell, never meant to try and block her level of power in the first place, and crash down on his outstretched arm to the tune of a sharp but momentary pain as a fracture on his bone cracked fiery hell up his arm from the stress of her raw strength trampling down on it.

Undeterred by the pain Fensake rolled out and curled himself into a ball before kicking himself up onto his feet. Her back towards him for the moment he knew engaging directly would be most damaging but also riskier until he knew just how bad his arm was. Settling for a potshot at her retreating form he lashed his still unwounded arm out before spitting out the spell in mind. "Hadou no Sanjuusan, SOUKATSUI!" The blue energy coalesced before firing from his palm in a concentrated stream meant to plow into her.

do not fill this out until you are given your class and level by staff.

Statistics
Class/level: EL-2
HAN: 16
REI: 18
HAK: 20
SEI: 16
BUK: 8
HOH: 15
Points Earned: 0
Total points:93

Fensake.

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