Micah Strauss | Division 4 Captain

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Squad 4 Captain - Medical Assistance and Supply

Captain of Squad 4

One Piece -- Sanji

6'

159lbs

He sits at around six feet tall, standing above most. His hair is a dark blonde that is medium in length and is parted over one eye. The color of his eyes are a dark goldenrod almost able to be mistaken for black. Like most shinigami he wears the traditional outfit of a shihakusho and a black kimono with a white undergarment. His however is much tighter than normal looking almost like normal pants and his sleeves go down to his wrists reletively tight as well. For shoes he has the socks and wooden sandals like most Shinigami as well. Over all of this he wears a Captains cloak with the 4th Squad's insignia on the back. It is, like the outfit, tighter than normal as well, but with one major change. It has a hood with a muffle attatched that allows him to hide his face if needed. There are no sleeves as well. Latched onto his cloth belt is his Zanpaktou's Sheath.

√ Helping others
√ Being looked up upon
√ High places
√ Dark places
√ Hot places
√ Beaches
√ Sunsets
√ Music

╳ Indecisiveness
╳ Needless violence
╳ Rudeness towards woman
╳ Large bodies of water

-Aloof
-Bossy at times
-Callous
-Self-indulgent
-Foolhardy at times

+Cunning
+Intelligent
+Athletic
+Determined
+Disciplined
+Dedicated
+Courageous

None.

name:

Sunano

sealed form:

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Instead of the traditional katana most shinigami carry, Micah's blade is a long scimitar. It's handle is gold and maroon with a blade that is curved and slightly bigger at the end, making it easy to swing and slash.

spirit:

inner world: His inner world is a large coliseum. The seats are all empty, and the building is run down and nearly destroyed. Rubble is everywhere and the sound of wind can be heard in the distance. The sky above appears to be night time, but the red sun beating down makes a dull light.

release command: Bury them

description:

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His blade becomes larger in size as well as the handle, while a small string like material at the ends of the hilt. Along with this the sword becomes a split-blade, allowing him to halve the sword and use it as two or one. While in Shikai strands of sand follow the tips of his blade as he is able to fling shards of sharp and hardened sand, whip with, or wrap around an opponent.

type: Sand Manipulation.

techniques:

For: Shikai
Name: Sunaarashi (Sandstorm)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Mid
Range: Short-to-Long
Description:
The sand at the ends of his blades scatter as they sweep and rush the target. The sand has enough force to cause blunt damage or even crush the opponent under it's combined weight. Along with this the sand can, for each grain, cause small cuts that do little to nothing individually, but when lumped together in the thousands can deal severe damage.

For: Shikai
Name: Dareni Maisou Itai Shimasu (Burial to whom remains)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 4 Posts
Cost: Mid
Range: Short-to-Long
Description:
Sand controlled by Micah encircles the opponent on the ground before rushing into the air like a tornado as it very quickly encloses and attempts to crush the opponent dealing reletively high damage. If the opponents HAK stat is higher than Micah's SEI the attack can be shuffled off. If the opponents SEI is greater than the users the attack can be repelled.

For: Shikai
Name: Kenkou No Tsubu (Grain of Health)
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 5 posts lasts 3 posts
Cost: High
Range: Short
Description:
Sand enfused with spiritual energy lightly covers the wounds of an ally healing them for each post active. If influcted with more damage the sand can be whisked away and thus the one being healed must stay reletively still. Can only be used after battle.

For: Shikai
Name: Kibou No Tama (Sphere of Hope)
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 3 posts, lasts 2 posts
Cost: Low
Range: Short
Description:
A barrier of sand forms like a sphere around the user then hardens into Sandstone. Although rather hard to destroy from the outside, it can be crumbled easily from the inside. It is also solid and sound and sight are incredibly restricted. If the attacker has a higher HAK than the users SEI the shield will break. If the opponents SEI is greater than the users the barrier can be crushed easily by their pressure.

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

name: Akai Taiyou No (Colossus of the Red Sun)

description: Sand wisps around his body as his swords disinigrate and a
tornado of sand envelopes him completely before slowly blowing away revealing Micah with sand enfused unto his body. The sand around him is completely enfused with his body which he can control and morph with his mind. Although if you hit him where his bod would naturally be, the center or part of the arms/leg/head, he will feel just as much damage as normal, but if you hit an etension it will simply scatter the sand. In this form his body slowly becomes that of a large Titan made of hardened sandstone. Even though he is large his movements are still swift and accurate.

type: Sand, Manipulation, Body.

stat upgrades:

HAN: 17(20)
REI: 13(15)
HAK:13(14)
SEI: 18(20)
BUK:13
HOH:16
Points Earned: 0
Total points:90

techniques:

For: Bankai
Name: Chixyoudenji Hou (Railgun)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Mid
Range: Long
Description:
The sand on his arm turns into a large cannon like structure as it fires out large blasts of spiritual energy enfused in Sandstone balls which, once hitting the ground detonate causing a large explosion while the sand eruts into large spikes.

For: Bankai
Name: Fuxeejingu Miraajixyu (Fading Mirage)
Type: Defensive/Offensive
Cooldown: 6 posts
Cost: High
Range: Mid
Description:
Micah fades into the ground to either confuse an opponent or dodge their attack as Large Spires of spiritual energy and Sand/Rock shoot from the ground into the air potentially cutting or stabbing any in the area before bursting into many grains of sand whoch then rush at the opponent hitting them with blunt force and causing small cuts. The range is around 100ft in radius.

For: Bankai
Name: Jinsei No Suna (Sand of Life)
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 5 posts lasts 4 posts
Cost: Mid
Range: Short-to-Mid
Description:
Sand enevelopes a injured comrade as they are healed with every posts rotation that goes by. The sand hardens into sandstone while heling if it is a broken bone, otherwise, it only hardens in places that do not hav joints while still healing. The hardened sand also gives slight protection to the one being affected. Can only be used after battle.

For: Bankai
Name: Sanran Chiheisen (Scattering Horizon)

Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 5 posts, lasts 5 posts
Cost: High
Range: Short-to-Long
Description:
All the sand on his body dislodges itself and flies into the sky around him as he is left with no weapon or basic defenses, but he is now able to fully control the sand in the air around him as it flies in the air whipping and cutting any it touches. It is extremely fast and dense, making it hard ot cut through or dodge.

Micah was born in the early 17th century in Egypt. His father was a European that traveled through the land spreading religious bouts and nonsense. His mother was one of the kings "advisors" and after becoming pregnant with the child of an outsider had two choices, stay and be executed along with her child, or leave and live on the streets. Of course she chose the latter. In a new place, with new people, she became another street rat for quite some time. She would feed Micah on the scraps she found or the minuscule amount of food she earned. Due to this Micah and his mother were relatively malnourished until Micah could work himself. This hard-life style have him a sense of Hope, and understanding in the world. At the age of six Micah began working for the "Doctor". Of course it was a loose term as most of his patients never survived more than a week in his care. Now that did not mean he didn't care for them, his practices were just too old and unbearable to work.

Micah helped him with whatever he could, gathering herbs, restraining patients, and even surgeries. Because of this him and his mother had a place to stay with a good amount of food. One moment sticks out in his mind, perhaps it was because it was the first time he saw a man die, or maybe it was the realization that their methods were unpractical. A man named Issac came in with a bite on his neck and upper thigh. This man Issac was a very... Influential man of the city. He had many followers and many men would be angry if he were to die at their hands. Going to grab the usual herbs Micah came back to find the Doctor pouring liquids into the mans wounds as he screamed about the pain. Afterwards there were visible burn marks and the man was clearly unable to do anything.

Later that day the man passed away from an unknown reason and the Doctor let Micah explain to the family what happened. That was when he began to explore the depths of medicine and forbidden processes. He studied how effective they were and their casualty rates. Along with this e began studying foreign medicinal practices.

After a while the doctor, along with over fifty percent of the city became infected with a virus. Micah attempted to treat them but even with his advanced medicine he was unable to get them back to health. After a while a burning was held and all the bodies were burnt, including the old doctors. Taking up the title Micah now was in charge of the cities health and well being. Years went by and it all seemed to be looking up. The people were no longer sick, the economy was boosted, and the King was happy. A state of peacefulness went on for many more years until Micah's mother became ill. It was hard for him to admit, but it was her time. She had lived a good life and it was her time to die. On her deathbed she looked at Micah and told him. Find your father, rid yourself of this horrid place, hopefully he can help you.

Help? Did he need help? He didn't believe so, but out of respect for his mother he left the town in the care of his own apprentice and set off for Europe. Stories of his father from his miter told him he was a tall muscular blonde man who was also a priest. Traveling across the land he met many people, good and bad. After two years of travel he finally managed to arrive at the place he believed to be his fathers residence. William J. Strauss was his name. He approached the building and was directed towards the church. Obliging he entered and called for his father, who responded in fright. Micah tried to calm hi down but all he did was mumble something as he walked around. Rushing him out he told him to never come back. He questioned his father which only made him angry. Leaving he was confused how could his father, the one his mother talked Sì Indy about, throw him after such a long journey? Was his company not wanted? Was he worthless to his father? With sadness in his heart he left.

On the trek back he began to run out of food and water. Nearly back to his home the desert began to overcome him. Hallucinations and thirst began to get to him. Falling to the ground he thought about his life. As the sand covered him from head to feet he concluded, although hard, his life was an enjoyable one. One he does not regret. Ready to pass on the everlasting darkness of death washed over him as he went Into his eternal sleep.

After his death he found himself, without recollection of his past. The only thing he recalled was the urge to help others, and so he did. He built his own building out f scraps, and from there helped any who were sick, or any who needed help. Shelter, health, whatever. It too sometime for him to become interested in joining the Gotei, of course fighting wasn't his forte, but helping those in need were. Again, he set off for a journey and left his home in the hands of a capable young girl. He had thought her everything he knew and decided it was time.

He enrolled in the course, he had to relearn everything he knew. He found he excelled in the use of Hakudo so that was what he stuck with. He memorized nearly all of the phrases before he even learned the name of his Zanpakto. He had been assigned to the fourth squad upon graduation, a fitting placement for the young shinigami. At this point in time his swordsmanship lacked yet he was resilient. Whenever free time shined through he would either study or practice sword fighting with his squad mates. After a time he began to train with squad eleven, of course they would always beat him, but he thought of it as an honor that they would even think about letting him train with them. They were the best of the best after all.

It was around that time that he learnt the name of his Zanpaktou, thus releasing Shikai. It was a particularly dreary day, he was around the barracks when one of higher ranked members were particularly upset. Asking what was wrong Micah only wanted to help, but the man lashed out at Micah with his Zanpaktou. Confused he jumped back as the man swung again. It seemed he was too upset to talk, but why attack him? He was confused and a cut appeared on Micah's chest as the man slashed the stunned unseated member. Drawing his Zanpaktou he easily out powered the officer in skill, blocking the attacks flawlessly and easily. Micah thought the man just needs to lose steam, but after a while the man seamed to be getting only angrier. That's when he released his Shikai.

He rushed at Micah with unknown power, blocking the strike he was sent back as a powerful force was shot through him. Hitting the wall he could hear something. A whisper. Turning around he saw no one but him and the man. Rushing again the man attempted to stab through Micah's arm, thrusting his blade he caught the man under the left should causing him to flinch back. He heard another whisper. And another. Soon his head was full of whispers as the man watched in confusion at the frantic eyes of Micah. Realizing this was his chance he attempted to strike down Micah, but in the moment he spoke the name of his Zanpaktou, releasing his own Shikai.

Fast Forward five years. The war has begun, hollow and Shinigami battling it out. Casualties were on the rise, the 4th Squad hell-bent on leaving no man or woman left for dead they rushed into the battlefields. The Captain leading the charge reflected the oncoming attacks while two lines helped push the front lines to gather the fallen. Panic had ensued, they were losing more men than they were helping, the captain seemed to be caught up in a battle with one of the Arrancars Elite, an Espada. They battled for what seemed like ages, both being at their full power one of the lower rank officers screeched as he was ripped to shreds form one of their blasts. The Captain looked back in shock as the Espada took the opportunity to slice him in half. Micah in shock, rushed to aid their captain. Grabbing her he looked at the Espada whose rank was labelled with an Eight on his neck. He chuckled as he was about to swing Micah blocked the slash, that's when the world became black and soon faded into a flurry of sand.

Opening his eyes his Zanpakto, Sunano stood in the middle of the familiar inner world. The structure that binded him looked old, cracked, and dilapitated. Micah asked what was wrong. All it gave was a huff as it broke free and rushed towards Micah. The five story tall Titan crashed as Micah jumped out of the way. He had no idea what was going on, but the Titan kept attacking relentlessly. He soon realized he needed to fight off the Colossus. With all his might he struck at his new opponent, each strike leaving an indent. Climbing up the Titans arm he sliced the back of the neck making a piece fall out revealing a crest. He knew this was where he would have to stike. Precise and quickly. They were both begining to become tired. As the titan took it's last swing Micah jumped over and swiftly pushed off from a nearby wall and stuck his Zanpakto into the Behemoths back. With a roar is bowed it's head before calmly walking over to the pillars it had once been attatched too and stacked them into a throne to where he sat down. That was when he came to. The air of the battlefield rushed his face as the pressure began. The captain's life could no longer be felt. A smile came to the mans face as a tear ran down the others. The only word he had ever spoken while in battle. "Bankai"

Sand rushed into the blade as it pushed the Espada back. Grabbing the cloak of the whithered Captain he wrapped it around his neck as sand engulfed him. "GRAB THE INURED AND RUN" He yelled to those around him. Slamming multiple hollow with a barrage of Sand they retreated as The Espada looked on.

Back at the barracks they laid their leader to rest and held a memorial. Afterwards the squad was in shambles, in the heat of the moment Micah requested a moment with the Captain Commander. He asked to become at the least, temporary Captain, if his Squad mates agreed of course. They needed a leader, and to his surprise, none objected.

The outskirts were lovely this evening.  The sky was burning from the muggy heat that sunk into the tanned skin of the boy beating in a muggers skull.  In his right hand was a sheathed katana.  With a look of irritation and boredom he turned from the groaning mass only to notice several other bodies dressed in a similar getup standing around him.   Al was getting fed up with this now.   Sure, the first five were fairly exciting, but after regenerating a limb or two, the mutant was getting rather tired and was ready for a nice cold drink, maybe a chat with one of the lovely ladies at the bar.  Yet these men, all with their peashooters and their switchblades.  What was he in?  A comic book?  Sighing he pushed up his black rimmed glasses and blew his hair from his face.  

"You realize, if you try what he did, your faces will just get uglier right?"

The sound of arrogance, a sweet tone that was always good served with a dish of liquid courage, sadly however he was running low.   One of the men with a particularly long mustache growled as he hurled himself towards Al.  Shuffling to the side Al pushed the man as he turned and slashed his knife at his arm making a small cut.  "Tch."

In a swift motion that man was on the ground while the other two decided to shoot.  It would have been a good plan if not for the fact  Al barely felt the impact as his left leg and arm went numb.  They then concluded it may be time to use whatever mutation they had to inflict damage unto the boy.  The man with the mustache now getting back to his feet was grabbed by the neck and used as a human shield as a fireball connected to his face.  

Laughing Al pushed the man at the others before running up to them.  Now, Al had made a rather grave mistake, he underestimated these men and their unusual outfits.  For in mere moments nearly seven or either more could be heard coming up over a hill next to them.  It was about time to leave and after bidding adieu to the ones on the grous he quickly turned and began to walk off only to bump into the biggest man he had seen in quite awhile.  

His voice was deep as he growled at Al and pushed him away with a knife to the gut.  Coughing blood spluttered out for a moment before singeing away.  In mere seconds ever man imaginable was around him gang beating him with their feet.  It wasn't the most comfortable thing that he had ever been through, but he decided to let them go at it for a while.  Who knew, maybe they'd get tired.  After a while they dispersed and Al recollected himself and his remaining belongings before brushing himself off and shuffling towards the walls of the grey walls of the buildings in the distance.  

It was now midday and the heat was not a fun aspect of life.  Intact, he hated it.  It was around that time he realized a prescence off in the distance.  It wasn't as if he had a radar in his head, it was just incredibly quiet and he could hear the woman and her tendencies.  Entering the city he smiled at the locals as he walked past.  Most knew him by face, some knew his name.   A few greetings later he decided to see if he was actually being followed.  Turning a few corners and going down a few alleys he found himself at a bar he frequented.  

Found was probably not the best word for it.  In the back of his mind he knew he was going to come here anyway.  It was much too late to change that fact.  Even as the men were beating in his face he thought of the cold and stinging sensation of ninety proof alcohol running down his throat.  Entering his tipped an invisible hat to the bouncer and sat at the bar.  

"What can I getcha t'day?"

The warm and raspy voice of one of the bartenders broke the hun of the old jukebox.  His smirk reappeared as he ordered two beers as he waited for the woman I enter.  Wallah, not more than two seconds later she entered.  Her dark hair and light complexion melded beautifully, sure her body wasn't the best, but her violet eyes made up for that.  Inhaling he stood up and walked over to her beers in hand.  Setting one down for her he took the seat next to her and took a sip before speaking.  

"Taken a bit of interest in me I see..."

AV-0

HAN: 17
REI: 13
HAK:13
SEI: 18
BUK:13
HOH:16
Points Earned: 0
Total points:90

Micah

None.