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PostSubject: Makoto, Yasuo - Shinigami   Sat Aug 10, 2013 5:57 pm

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Makoto, Yasuo

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Birth Name: Xavier Yasuo Makoto Malik.
Shinigami Aliases: Makoto, Yasuo, Suo, Mako, Koto
Gender: Male.
Age: 523.
Birth Date: February 23.
Rank Status: Captain.

Affiliated Division: 7th Division.


Appearance:
Yasuo stands at a depicted height of six foot - three inches, with an obscure weight of one-hundred and ninety-five pounds. His short natural hair of purple, unkempt yet typically fairly arranged well, stands out as one of his minuscule distinctive traits, also highlighting his light blue-colored eyes. It sits atop his angular, masculine-shaped face, accommodating him with a criterion-type ambiance, like an exemplary model of a sort for males and providing him with a boyish look.

His personality is further emphasized by his usual lax and baffling look, un-explainable; of an obscure nature, putting him ahead of anyone who confronts him, by exclusively impeding any progress made in order to determine or anticipate the Shinigami's next ploy or thought. Nothing more intimidating or bloodcurdling than a barren facade. Although this impression made upon first contact with the Shinigami almost contradicts with the Shinigami's personality.

He has a well-developed physique obtained by extensive physical training and strict daily exercise. His chest is muscular and the abdominal muscles are well-visible. His legs could be described as those fit for running and all kinds of activities involving the legs. His arms are muscular and strong. He is ambidextrous capable of using his limbs equally. He wears his casual Shinigami dark-coloured outfit; though modified for his fitting, above a high-collared sleeve-less zipped jacket. He has a custom uchigatana strapped to his right hip next to his Zanpakutou.

Personality:
Laid-back: This easygoing characteristic of Yasuo makes him an ideal person to associate with. He is unhurried and relaxed, with an absence of worry or stress in the world. A person you could feel comfortable relying upon or sharing conservative information with. Though his battle strategy conflicts with his complacent trait, it helps him to think thoroughly in tight situations and getting out of it instead of making hasty choices and digging a deeper hole for himself.

He cares for his fellow shinigamis, family (if any) and friends. He would leap into the way of an oncoming truck if it meant saving a live of a friend, which also hints to his protective instincts. The crave to protect an accomplice in trouble. A true intuition of an absolute hero.

Disciplined: Along with being a well-behaved man is respect and self-control. He displays respect when due, and in some cases, when not necessary. He is obedient, though loyalty is on a completely different scale, so one shouldn't be surprised if he doesn't render loyalty to an authority but seems to display an amiable level of obedience. Self-control is essential in everyday life; nothing worse than having someone flip out on you unexpectedly just because you stained his favorite attire.


Charmer: A charmer, nothing more than a well-said compliment to get someone (mostly females) to go through the rest of the day with a positive mind and good state of mind. The fact that he's handsome also contributes to his glamour enthrallment.

Cunning: A deceptive man, who would have ever thought? There was a reason why he had such a facade after all. Like a book with a bewildering cover, he's a man full of surprises. Also an intellectual (according to book standards and street standards of smarts) mastermind. He has common sense and knowledge despite his age (compared to older shinigamis/captains).

Self-loyalty: Although he displays obedience and some form of loyalty to his superiors, he is self-driven and contains his own power source, his own engine for his motor like a car with its own ignition. You may order or give him instructions, that doesn't mean he'll do as told even if his response might be a "yes". A trait that derives from his cunning personality.

Lover: He easy falls for girls, perhaps his sole weakness in his whole being. Possibly also the one weakness that might contribute to his descent. He is easily charmed by, even though he himself is considered to be some sort of charmer, and mesmerized by beauty. He has always known women to be evil creatures, though never found a way to escape their grasp. Not yet.


 
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Combat Style Overview



    Shunpo
  • Level 3
    Hakuda
  • Level 2
    Reiatsu
  • Level 3
    Zanapakuto
  • Level 3
    Kido
  • Level 3, Kōjutsu Eishō




Once Upon A Time
   


History:

The deep prolonged, loud noises caused by the firearms were seemingly without end. The sound of violent impacts caused by the breech-loaded projectile-firing weapons was of no help. The explosive devices deeply rooted into the ground exploded, the violent release of energy bursting outward with violence and noise. The ground shook and vibrated, resulting from the extreme disruptive disturbance underground. The dwellings of the villagers collapsed rapidly, the reason being that of the condition of the homes - which were insufficiently developed. The sky became plagued – soon enough - with the unpleasant smell of the combusting materials below. Voices called out amongst other voices, footsteps proceeding hurriedly across the smouldering streets of the village. Children could be seen shedding tears at the lost of their loved ones; profanities could be heard coming from the adults. Bodily fluid gushed forth in a sudden stream out of body parts. The violent explosions and outburst of projectiles brought disorder upon the villagers. Though the villagers were in disarray, all had one motive: getting to the clear expanse before them, which was abounding in lofty narrow-leaved green herbage. Unknowingly of the fate that waited them, they rushed forward into the field of mines. Within seconds, a mushroom cloud was visible. It rose into the air, some 10 kilometres into the sky above the site of the explosion.


The assailants were misinformed of the location the Malik family now dwelled by the - now deceased – mass of the village dwellers, would be oblivious to the wailing of the woman in labour. Undergoing the efforts of childbirth wasn’t a trouble-free task. The head of the newborn first emerged from the womb of the woman and then being escorted by the rest of the body parts. The faces who witnessed the birth of the toddler beamed with joy. Though amidst crisis, the birth of a newborn always seemed to lighten up the mood – no matter the situation. It was truly blissful to witness the birth of a baby. A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. Though the world seemed to be coming to an end, the birth of the child was an indication that the world was to go on. The female cradled her son in her arms, tears of joy streaming down her face. She was surrounded by her family: the first born Lance, two years of age - stayed put beside his mother sitting on the bare ground. He simply stared, naive, unaware of what was going on; but he though beamed with joy. The father, the elderly one with muscular build crouched before his family, delighted. The father stretched out his arms, wanting to embrace the newborn boy. Cradling the baby in his arms, the man of Asian decent spoke, his naturally deep voice seemingly carrying the name of the newborn into the very skies.





"Xavier Yasuo Makoto Malik."





“I love the name,” Mrs. Malik stated, laughing softly.





“Hehe,” the man chuckled before handing over the child back to the mother. He picked up two heavy bags containing provisions and money that would be enough to last them their journey abroad. Though Malik had traveled overseas and to several foreign countries before, his family had not. He was sure they would like the foreign country, as long as they avoided the public; in other words: keeping a low profile. The man would be wanted in the country they were to travel to and endangering his family, especially his newborn wasn’t exactly what he wanted. After cleaning up the mess caused by the birth of the newborn and also cleaning up the baby child, they would head out of the village, taking an altered route – the route the soldiers who were walking the main streets of the village weren’t aware of. Malik laughed within, at the chaos caused by the soldiers – just because they were on the look-out for one man.

Five years had raced by in haste. Their transport overseas had blown up midway to their location. The aircraft could be seen producing smoke before becoming a massive flaming entity airborne and then the explosion had occurred – seconds after the navigator of the aeroplane had made a descent towards the ground, a chute possibly slowing down his descent from the plane. The navigator was no other than a family friend who Xavier’s father could depend on; but alas, the gleam of hope the Malik family had faded, becoming nothing but a space devoid of light. No one was to get off the segregate, large island. It seemed the Malik’s family cover had been blown, sky-high. It was reasonable of one to assume such – as Malik was one, if not the only one with great build in the small isolated village, located on a rather spacious island. It would simply take a binocular and a couple minutes of searching to find the Malik family – who’d taken a huge risk by travelling down a deserted and clear expanse. The military had been playing a game all along, just waiting for the ex-marksman to figure them out, play the cat-and-mouse game with them; which he did, but it took five god-damned years to figure it out.

“I haven’t got time for your cat-and-mouse bull shit! Give up already... I’m still going to munch on that sweet meat of yours, eventually. So, give up already! Wasting my time just infuriates me even more! Ugh! You know what... screw it! I’ll just cut your damned head off!” Xavier uttered in a loud voice at the long-tailed rodent who scurried around, making each attempt five year old made to capture it unsuccessful. One would expect the words to come from an older one, perhaps one in their adolescent. There was a clear reason for this, an explanation that was quite obvious to the onlookers. Xavier was a born master mind with outstanding abilities for a kid his age – he was a genius, having exceptional intellectual ability and originality. He picked up the basics of the human language while at the age of three, learning his cultural languages at four and then now – being taught by his father the Japanese language. Xavier’s father had plans to travel over to Japan after being informed of the vessel heading over to their location. He’d devised a plan, one he was sure to be flawless. Profanities Xavier had picked up after overhearing several rants of his father, which he had while discussing with his friend – the pilot, who it seemed to take two years to finally arrive on the island after the aircraft which he navigated had exploded.


Xavier reached behind him, into the holster strapped to his waist. The tan-skinned boy grasped the handle of his knife – small in size. He stretched out his right arm, aiming at the miniature body of the rodent before pulling back his arm, and with a swift movement he sent the two edged blade moving forward through the air rapidly, impaling the rodent dead-on its neck; out the other end, detaching the rodent’s head from the rest of its body. Apart from possessing his mother’s brains, Xavier also possessed his father’s physical ability and power. Possessing all these remarkable, noteworthy qualities often made one a perfect being – but one also needed to possess the attitude as well, which Xavier did not have. He was lethally short-tempered and had a brutal, cold personality. Xavier was direct and most of the time sarcastic when he spoke, becoming a sadistic one when he killed animals. As time progressed, Xavier eventually developed calmness of mind – his cold demeanor allowing him to stay calm and in control in most situations. Xavier approached the deceased creature, picking up his knife from the ground and then the body, smashing the head with the underside of his footwear. He grinned wildly at his accomplishment.

“Warned you, but you just had to be prude!” he exclaimed at the deceased rodent, scurrying off to the location of his family – all but his brother who had constructed his own personal fishing rod and unlike his brother, chose the easy path and fished rather than chasing after little rodents, inflicting injury on your body in the process. Similar to his brother Xavier, Lance was strong but smarter – being two years older than his brother Xavier, it was expected. Their father had already begun to educate and coach Lance before doing so to his brother. Lance was the calm, collected and kind one – who recently begun to develop the crazy, wild side of his brother. Lance, unlike his brother Xavier was aware of his father’s involvement in the military and why he was wanted by them. It was typical for one to turn crazy after witnessing many deaths of loved ones’. Lance though seemed to be under control of his emotions and actions despite the situation – he just found a way to keep calm. The parents favoured the eldest brother of the two rather than the youngest because Lance was level-headed and was much more logical about things than his brother... he was a demented freak! Or so it seemed.


The sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, it was setting; night time was near. The Malik family collected in a place, around the fireplace that provided luminosity brightened up the darkness the tall sturdy woody plants provided. The period of gloom eventually befell the family, the source of light being the moonlight and fireplace. The dry and dusty western african trade wind blew by, causing the family to cover up their air hole – preventing the fine dust particles passage into their body. Their eyes were shut and dug into their arms, this way the dust couldn’t get into their eyes and thus, cause irritation from doing so. Holding both ends of the thin long stick, Xavier would eat the meat of it. The skewered meat and fish served with ground pepper and onions was one of Xavier’s favorite snacks. This though would be the last well-cooked snack he would have for a while. The last of the family’s ingredients and food were currently being digested. The only source of food now would be the fish in the water and rodents around. A moment of silence befell the group as each and everyone of them savored the delicious, mouth-watering snack.





The next day the assembled before the vast expanse of water. They were waiting to embark on their journey; the ship before them their source of transport. Climbing aboard, they soon very well acknowledged the fact that they had been tricked. Xavier's parents were executed before him while he was forced to watch, immobile and stunned. Not much occurred as Xavier spent most of his time as a slave, before he'd also been executed. The soul burial was performed on him and he arrived in Rukongai, forgetting his history as a human.

Rukongai was interesting, to say the least. As a man new in Rukongai and with no relatives known to him, he stalked the man known as Kenpachi Mitsurugi. He admired the battles he had, and how strong he was. Scared of being killed if he approached Mitsurugi, he decided to keep a fair distance between them both. That way, he could still learn about this man while not endangering his life by a whole lot. While he witnessed most of Mitsurugi's battles, he practiced on his own at times - attempting to perfect his combat skills. He performed as much as a hundred push-ups, and double that for sit-ups. He worked on perfecting the manipulation of his reishi (unsuccessful) but did manage to get it up to a level in which he was able to withstand a very limited amount of blows from a blade.

And so it came about that after years of stalking his idol, he decided to approach Mitsurugi. Having gotten ready in case he engaged in a battle with the man, he was sure he could always flee. But what occurred, wasn't what he expected. The Kenpachi surprisingly had him speak and then, gave him his name. After having interest in the boy's knowledge, he gave him the name: Yasuo Makoto, the name he has clung to up until now. The boy took a likening to the name, and from then on, the two became a un-separated force. They both enrolled in the shinigami academy, He graduated from the Academy, just about the same time Mitsurugi did. They both joined the 11th division at first, where he came to active his shikai - though his fighting strategy didn't quite fit in with the 11th division and soon-after wards, he joined the 7th Division and steadily climbed the ranks, ultimately becoming its Captain.



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PostSubject: Re: Makoto, Yasuo - Shinigami   Sat Aug 10, 2013 8:42 pm

You're only missing one thing boyo, check the top of the application xD

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PostSubject: Re: Makoto, Yasuo - Shinigami   Sun Aug 11, 2013 4:39 am

Oops, fixed.
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PostSubject: Re: Makoto, Yasuo - Shinigami   Sun Aug 11, 2013 6:11 am

Oh, btw you got some weird codding problem.

Quote :
“I haven’t got time for your cat-and-mouse bull shit! Give up already... I’
I've seen a couple of them actually.

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PostSubject: Re: Makoto, Yasuo - Shinigami   Sun Aug 11, 2013 4:26 pm

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