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Post by alan smith on Aug 15, 2013 20:49:23 GMT -5
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sex: male | sexual orientation: Undecided | race: Shinigami ALIASES:Glass of the Gods AGE:2500 AGE OF APPEARANCE:26 SQUAD:N/A RANK:N/A
Some spirits for the spirit? FACE CLAIM:Bartender – Ryu Sasakura
HEIGHT:6’2”
WEIGHT:95kg/15 stone
APPEARANCE: Standing at an impressive six feet and two inches, Alan is built tall and thin. Not so much that he looks like you could snap him without even trying, but he doesn’t look like the kind of person that used to be able to go toe-to-toe with a tavern full of men far larger than him. His muscles look to be that of the average man, his limbs matching such tone in being somewhat thin and longer than most. Alan’s skin tone is pale – not freakishly so, but enough to show that he doesn’t get out as much as he used to. Not that he seems to mind, though.
To the casual observer, Alan’s hair is strange, in the sense that while the front is short, he’s allowed most of the back to grow progressively longer. Given how he styles it, this makes sense. He has it combed back, fully displaying his forehead, with only a few black locks falling out of place. It’s strange how it stays there without being messed up, even in the heat of combat – however, that’s how it is. Alan’s eyes are thin and brown, and despite his hours, they never seem to show any signs of having been under duress. In fact, they seem to welcome, to a degree, with a warm look in them.
Typically, Alan will wear smart clothing, though not the sort that a businessman would wear. His main colours will usually be black and white, unless the situation calls for a change. His work clothing – the only clothing people seem to see him in nowadays – fits this to a T. On his torso he wears a pressed white shirt, immaculate and free of any creases. On top of this, he dons a waistcoat, as black as his hair, and just as smart and professional as he is. A grey-blue tie in a Half-Windsor knot hangs around his neck, to further the look he has, and the air he gives off. For legwear, he has a pair of trousers the same colour as his waistcoat, and of the same material as well. They are as smart as one would expect, and have the typical fold running down the middle of each leg. On his feet are a pair of black leather shoes, always polished to a gleam, and tied in such a way that not even the heat of battle can dislodge his footwear.
A good drink has a habit of showing people’s true colours. LIKES:-A cold, tall, bitter one -Offering his advice to those seeking it -Serving up drinks
DISLIKES:-Fighting -Getting orders wrong -Uncooperative people NEGATIVE TRAITS: Sometimes, Alan’s attitude can be interpreted as him simply being indolent. While he does often get things done, the way that he does is often questionable. He’ll do it his own way, and sometimes, this can take far longer than most would deem acceptable. He doesn’t seem to have any intention of changing this aspect of himself any time soon, however, which will often anger those looking for a quick solution to their troubles. He lives on the philosophy that the best works of art are done slowly – and it’s this philosophy that will likely be the death of him.
It should also be noted that Alan has the – sometimes infuriating – habit of not telling anyone what he’s doing. While those who know him will just go along with him, those who don’t are more likely to question the integrity of a man who acts as if not even he knows what he’s doing. Again, it doesn’t seem like he’ll ever drop the habit, and it’s this that makes his advice sometimes fail. He knows just what to say, sometimes – but most of the time, he never explains his actions or what he says, leaving his advice cryptic and ignored.
And, while most respect his privacy, some don’t like how he intervenes in his patrons’ lives, but doesn’t ever reveal much of his own’ He seems extremely secretive, and dodges questions about his past with a finesse unseen by most people. While it’s obvious he’s hiding his past, some people are all too suspicious of him – and they have every right to be. Alan is sometimes privy to the most juicy bits of gossip, or the kind of information that could topple the major players in the spirit world. And yet, he elects to keep his lips shut, and his ears open.
POSITIVE TRAITS: There are quite a few careers in which the practitioner must swear confidentiality. And, while it’s not exactly written in the rulebook, Alan knows that a bartender like him is bound to this oath as well. Thus, he can sometimes be trusted more than some friends. No matter the information, no matter the effects of making anything public, he will only speak of the secrets divulged to him, to the people who told him the secret. Not once, in all his years of serving, has he ever broken this promise. And it’s likely that he never will, and will take every secret he has to the grave.
While a lot of fighters seem to be great at talking, Alan is better at listening to people. Well, when you’re working with drunks and troubled people who still haven’t seen a therapist, you need to be great at listening to people, and keeping a level head. Some would argue that it’s just conditioning, given the things that he’s heard, but the bottom line is that there are few people that could listen to the average Joe’s rant for longer and with more attentiveness than he. Granted, he doesn’t often have more than five people in his bar at the same time, but that’s beside the point.
Despite his years, Alan remains kind, and he remains gentle. Like the drinks he serves, he only grew better with age, and his experiences only made him a wiser man. He is genuinely kind, and will give what advice he can to make sure a person can take the best course of action they can in life. And sometimes, he knows that the best thing to say, is nothing at all. You don’t get to his age without learning to read people along the way, and given how he does his job, he has this ability in spades. It’s a wonder how he remains so level-headed all the time.
EXTRAS:anything else you'd like to add about your character?
I leave my opponents how I prepare my drinks – shaken, and stirred. WEAPONS:does your character have any extra weapons, other than their zanpakuto?
ZANPAKUTO:name: Nigami (Bitter Tase)
sealed form: When sealed, Nigami takes the form of a cutlass- the thinner variation, as opposed to the type associated with pirates. The hilt, guard and pommel appear to be made of brass, while the actual blade is of steel. The leather on the grip is fine quality, and helps aid grip, but otherwise, the sword has no astounding features in its sealed form.
spirit: Nigami, much like her owner, is tall and thin, though her expression is far harder. She resembles a middle-aged woman, but with none of the skin blemishes, and all of the bitterness one would expect. Her hair, worn in a high ponytail, is pale green, and matches her eyes. Regarding clothing, Nigami tends to adapt to the times, and has changed her style of clothing many times over. For now, she has adopted a simple red party gown, accompanied by a pair of black leather heels. Alan has yet to see her walk in them.
Nigami’s attitude is a cold one, at best. She constantly berates Alan, whether on his career choice and execution, his combat skills, his handling of life in general – anything, really. And yet, beneath her sour armour, she really does seem to care for Alan. Despite her attitude, she always gives him the advice he needs from her. Her harsh words are simply her way of expressing affection towards someone – not that you’d be able to tell, though.
inner world: Much like the spirit that resides within it, Nigami’s inner world is constantly changing to suit the times. At present, it takes the form of a quiet, empty bar, with jazz playing softly in the background, and the drumming of rain outside. The room is dimly lit – just enough to get the atmosphere to one a person would expect of a classy, yet unknown establishment. Oaken chairs and tables are scattered about, and each table has an ashtray upon it. The bar itself sits in front of a well-stocked drinks cupboard, and its dark wood is polished to a gleam. SHIKAI:release command: Nomu, Nigami (Quaff, Bitter Taste)
description: No change in length or shape occurs, but Nigami’s appearance still changes dramatically. The entire Zanpakutō – blade, hilt, everything – turns to glass. Obviously, not real glass, as that would be wholly impractical. But it still appears as clear as high-quality, polished glass. And, it may just be the light glinting off of it, but the blade appears just a bit sharper than before.
type: Drinks
techniques:
For: Shikai Name: Pousse Café Type: Offensive Cooldown: 2 posts Cost: Low Range: Medium-short Description: Nigami’s blade fills with what appears to be an alcoholic, beverage, served Pousse Café style. The colours may vary, but there is always exactly seven layers to the liquid displayed. Once Nigami’s blade has been filled – which takes less than a second – the attack can be used. Nigami empties its contents, shooting a solid projectile from the tip of the blade, in the form that the liquid had taken before it was shot out. The closer to the hilt the layer is, the harder it is. So, assuming that an opponent was hit by all parts of it successfully, Pousse Café would deal seven blows in quick succession, each harder than the last. The first layer to hit would deal negligible damage at best, while the last one to hit would feel like being hit by a brick. The corner of a brick.
For: Shikai Name: Impromptu Anasthetic Type: Support Cooldown: 5 posts Cost: Low Range: Self Description: Nigami’s blade fills with what appears to be a lager of some sort, and after the blade glows briefly blue, the liquid is drained. The liquid then exits through Nigami's hilt, thus allowing Alan the opportunity to drink it. This technique increases Alan's pain threshold, in the same way that a drunk person is more resistant to pain. Unfortunately, also like a drunk person, Alan suffers a -50% HOH reduction while this is in effect. His speech is also slurred slightly, and his vision becomes marginally blurry. This technique lasts for two turns.
For: Shikai Name: Dutch Courage Type: Support Cooldown: 5 posts Cost: Low Range: Self Description: Nigami’s blade fills with what appears to be beer of some descript, and then drains itself after glowing red briefly. The liquid then drains itself out of Nigami's hilt, straight into Alan's opened mouth. By using this attack, Alan becomes fearless for three posts, while still retaining his common sense. He also becomes immune to anything affecting his confidence or courage negatively during those three posts. The downside is that he suffers a splitting headache for one post after the confidence boost has worn off.
For: Shikai Name: Bottle Shake Type: Support Cooldown: 5 turns Cost: Low Range: Medium-short Description: Nigami’s blade fills with what appears to be champagne, and said champagne foams up completely while in the blade. The resulting foam is shot violently out of Nigami’s tip, covering the affected area with champagne foam. While this is a good party trick, it has the added benefit of masking Alan’s reiatsu while he’s completely immersed in it. So, in a sense, in the area that Bottle Shake covers, Alan becomes undetectable. The foam has a three metre radius, and lasts for three turns before dissipating, but is still susceptible to a strong breeze blowing it away.
BANKAI:
note that you cannot start off with bankai unless the character is AV-3 or higher.
name: OLD SPICE ODOUR BLOCKER BODY WASH
description: BIGGER, BADDER, BLACKER
type: B.O. BLOCKER
stat upgrades: B.O. RESISTANCE +9999
techniques: B.O. BLOCKER: BLOCKS B.O. FOR SIXTEEN HOUUUUUUUURS
It’s not the drink that makes the bartender. It’s the bartender that makes the drink. HISTORY: There isn’t much to say about Alan’s past – at least, now while he was living. This is mainly because he died as a teenager, due to that week’s plague. Keeping in mind that the era’s medicinal capabilities rarely extended beyond “this herb heals that,” this is hardly surprising. In fact, many people would wager that he was actually finished off by doctors, though it wasn’t as if anyone could question them anyway. And so, a boy died, having made no real changes, and life continued on as normal where he had lived. In fact, his presence had been so insignificant, it was as if he had never been there in the first place.
Life in the Rukongai was tough, with him being in one of the poorer areas, but he managed to get by. He was lucky – a tavern owner had taken to him, and had decided to take the boy in, given that nobody else had. The boy found a new father figure, and unlike while he was still alive, this father wasn’t too busy to spend quality time with him. In fact, they often considered their time working at the tavern together to be quality time spent together. Alan was happy, and so was his father, and that was all that really mattered to either of them.
Naturally, being one of the rougher areas in the Rukongai, fights inevitably broke out in the tavern. And, as time went on, Alan got to being involved in the fights as well, though his physique pretty much rendered him useless with his fists. Instead, he proved himself a dab hand with a wooden sword, taking out his fair share of mooks with some techniques he’d read about. They were basic techniques, to be sure, and the absence of a tutor rendered the techniques flawed, with plenty of holes. But the boy showed promise – the kind of promise that got him noticed.
A Shinigami patrolling the area stopped by the tavern, intending only to stay for a quick drink, then be on his way. But, as it happened, yet another fight broke out. And, yet again, Alan showed how he dealt with people making trouble in his father’s tavern. And this caught the Shinigami’s eye – a boy without any more training than what was in a second-hand book, able to dispatch men heads taller than him, and far wider than him. Not to mention the latent spiritual pressure he sensed – the kid could be legendary, if he bothered to train. Without even thinking, he asked Alan to come with him.
However, at first, Alan declined, saying that he felt like he belonged in the tavern. And, truth be told, he did. But, deep down, he didn’t feel complete in a place where rowdy drunks gathered each night to have a punch-up, and his father knew this. He told Alan to go with the Shinigami, that he’d still be there when he got back. And, while it took some convincing, and no small measure of bribery, Alan went with the Soul Reaper. Ready, yes, but reluctant. After all, he was leaving the place he called home behind, to take a gamble on something he wasn’t even sure would help. Training at the academy passed by relatively uneventfully. While he was an exceptional Plus, among others of his kind, he wasn’t anything special. However, this suited him just fine. As much as he loved having plenty of friends, being the centre of attention just wasn’t his thing. However, during his time off, Alan displayed some exceptional talent for mixing drinks – a talent he had inherited from his days at a tavern, and one honed by being left with whatever drinks those higher up on the social ladder didn’t want. While he did not let word of this slip outside of his social circles, he was quite popular at parties involving them.
Quite fittingly, Alan had only managed to hear his Zanpakutō’s name when he was more hammered than a particularly stubborn nail. What exactly happened to get him in such a state is unclear, given his tendency not to get drunk, but records indicate it involved three gallons of rice wine, two medicinal Zanpakutō, and a sheep dyed pink. What followed Alan collapsing, was Nigami berating him for doing such a thing, but now that he had experienced the tip of the alcoholberg, he was now worthy of at least attempting to use her. However, she has sworn to crack his head open with a bottle of Scrumpy Jack’s finest. However, due to some misunderstandings, Alan had to leave. And quickly. Long story short, he had been framed for selling illegal substances, and he wasn’t waiting round to find out what the punishment was. With the aid of some people on his side, and a few people more easily bribed than others, Alan left the Soul Society. While he did regret not being able to see those he was so close to, the prospect of prison and being shunned by the community for as long as he “lived” was a bigger incentive for him to leave. That aside, being a Shinigami really wasn’t his thing. By now, some of you are probably questioning how a person 2500 years old has a name like Alan. Well, allow me to explain, that he actually had to change his name to this, to evade any Shinigami questioning him. A name like that in Japan would make him seem foreign, and this cover up his awkward mannerisms. He had to have a disguise so good even he would fool himself. That didn’t quite work out for him, but he did manage to make it so the act was convincing, even to the most perceptive of interrogators. And, with time, he eventually settled into his new life. He travelled a lot, and met a lot of people, but he decided that he really needed to settle down. And thus, the birth of the Red Velvet Bar. The door, while heavy and of good-quality oak, was plain and unassuming. Hidden in a quieter part of town, in an alley that wasn’t shady – but still relatively inactive – the place attracted little attention. Given the amount of time that had passed since he had fled, pretty much everyone had forgotten about the guy who had fled to save his skin to save himself from a crime he was proven not to have committed. Life was good, for him. He had settled down, he had his own business doing what he loved, and he didn’t even have to do much fighting. And, by some stroke of luck – whether good or bad – those dwelling in the world of the dead begant to frequent his bar. It became a regular haunt for a lot of them, a place where anyone could go without fear of being attacked, and they could pour their heart out to the soft-spoken bartender without fear of the consequences. Any fighting that did occur was either taken out onto the streets, at the behest of the establishment’s owner, or the combatants were forced out – again, by the establishment’s owner. The fact that he had the support of his patrons may have had something to do with many a time that had happened, however. RP SAMPLE:RP Sample? Ain’t nobody got time for dat!
CLASS/LEVEL:AD-0 STATS:HAN: 10 REI: 12 HAK: 8 SEI: 12 BUK: 10 HOH: 8 Points Earned: 0 Total points: 60
No worries, my friend. This one’s on the house. CBOX/OOC NAME:Inert Wailord OTHER CHARACTERS:John Stone Watt Johnson Rudianos Illyria |
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