Shinigami Application
~Basic~Name: Kohana Hirikano
Alias/Nickname: The Little Flower, Ko-Ko
Actual Age: 206
Physical Age: 2O
Gender: Female
Division: 3rd
Rank: Lieutenant
~Appearance~Height: Now 5'0"
Weight: 96 lbs
Eye Color: Heterachromatic. The right one is a deep Cerulean blue, and the left is an emerald green hue
Hair Color/Style: Long, aqua blue hair that reaches about the back of her knees.
Complexion: Fair skinned
Any distinguishing features: Her bi colored eyes
Picture:~Personality~Personality: Kohana is quiet natured and very peaceful. She doesn't speak much, but when she does, she is soft spoken and hard to hear. She's often times really shy, but she is quite intelligent. She is often a loner, and won't converse with anyone unless it is important, or worth her time. She is often misunderstood and seen as a cold individual due to her quiet behavior. She's not a killer. She values life far too much to ever take it. She prefers to talk things out. She's not one for confrontation or aggressive tactics.
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single and far too shy to look
Quirks: Kohana is incredibly shy and often freezes in front of men when they talk to her.
History: Born in North Rukongai's 15th district to Marin and Hanataro Hirikano, Kohana was a rare thing to see. She was born with heterochromia. Growing up with such a condition made her feared and often teased by the other children in the Rugonkai district. That fact made her an outsider. She spent her time alone. She often read books or spent time raising and caring for plants. At the age of thirteen, Kohana's Zanpakuto manifested itself. This act was witnessed by a captain of the thirteen court guard squads. He spoke to Kohana's parents, and they agreed that she would attend the Shinigami academy. She attended for only a year and a half. She was far beyond the other students in the way of skill. Most shinigami called her a prodigy. At the time, she was one of the youngest shinigami to attend the Shinigami academy, let alone graduate at such an early age. Right after she graduated, she was instantly recruited to the seventh division. After serving in the seventh division for nearly fifty years, she was discovered by the captain of the 8th Division. He was greatly impressed with her skill and talent that he offered her a spot in the 8th division. Kohana happily accepted and soon gained the rank of captain after her superior mysteriously left the division. After years of service to the 8th Division, Kohana vanished mysteriously for a century. Upon her return, she plead with the Sotaicho to allow her to return to the Soul Society. The head captain agreed and placed Kohana in the 3rd division, due to her intellect, where she fought her way up the ranks to vice Captain.
~Zanpakuto Information~Blade Name: Ichirin No Hana (The Solitary Flower)
Sealed Blade appearance: The blade's sheathe is forest green in color. In it's sealed state, it appears as a normal Katana with a hollow indention in the center of the blade. The guard has four projections that are shaped like flower petals, and the handle itself is bound in dark, forest green silk threads
Zanpaktou spirit: The spirit manifests itself in two forms. His first form is that of a large plant-like beast. He stands at about six feet in height. His body is a deep forest green in color and resembles a large Venus fly trap. His head is composed of two thick leaves that look like large jaws. They often remained closed, leaving his head appearing whole. The two leaves split down the middle, each edge lined with thick barbs that resemble teeth. They are black in color. Each side of his head has three beady red eyes that run horizontally in the center of either side of his head. The inner lining of his mouth is a pastel green in color and often seeps a sweet smelling nectar. His body is nothing more than a three foot thick stalk. His "skin" has a rough, mossy feel to it. His arms are long vines with five tendrils at the end of each arm to resemble fingers. Several dark purple thorns decorate his arms and body. His arms also form small flower buds that sprout extravagant flowers during rain storms. The flowers are a light pink hue and consist of twelve silken petals. They produce no pollen and can only be created by Ichirin No Hana in his plant form. His feet are nothing more than a series of large root like appendages. In his plant form, he's completely stationary.
His other form is that of a humanoid male. Like his plant form, he is about six feet in height and weighs around one hundred and sixty-two pounds. He has waist length, forest green hair, styled in dread locks. Each lock had a bright green vine, about four centimeters thick, wrapped tightly around it. There are two to three jagged leaves projecting from the vines. His skin is a very pale, almost whitish green hue, giving him almost a sickly look. His eyes are a piercing crimson hue. His body has a sturdy, muscular build. Each muscle is well defined, making him look quite cut. He has four diagonal line markings on his face, two on each cheek. They markings are a deep violet in color and run parallel to the other. The markings on the right cheek run left to right, the outer mark starting just below the center of his bottom eye lid and stops just at the center of his jaw. The inner mark runs from the corner of his eye to the corner of his jaw. The marks on his left cheek run the same way, but go left to right. His attire consists of nothing more than forest green hakama pants. His chest is completely bare except for a set of criss-crossing vines that loop over each shoulder and wrap around his waist. The vines are about an inch thick and have various jagged leaves and violet tinted thorns scattered about the vines. He wears only straw waraji sandals on his feet, they also being forest green in color.
Spirit Personality: Ichirin No Hana isn't the most pleasant individual to be around. He's ill-tempered and rather crude. He can't speak a single sentence without adding in an f-bomb or two. He's bitter towards Kohana every time she refuses a fight. He's a total opposite of her, personality wise. He's always battering Kohana with petty insults, often calling her a "scrawny little bitch." His petty insults are nothing more than a cover to hide his true feelings. Deep down, he loves and respects Kohana, despite his harsh behavior. He adores the rain and often pleads with Kohana to release him during rain storms. To thank her, he often awards her with a hug and a gift of a rare and extravagant flower that he can only produce in his plant form
Inner worldIchirin No Hana's Inner World is that of a vast, vibrant green meadow. It's a place of peace and serenity. Flowers and large sakura trees decorate the extravagant landscape, giving the world a fresh, calming scent and a soothing sensation. In the center of the vast meadow like world is a large camphor tree. This tree is Ichirin No Hana's "heart" When in the inner world, Kohana often finds him there, resting beneath the tree. The meadow holds every kind of flower known to man. Dragonflies and various species of otherworldly butterflies are often found flitting about, adding to the calming scenery.
~Shikai Information~Release Phrase: "Sing the song of Nature's requiem"
Released blade appearance: When released, her blade explodes in a storm of razor sharp flower petals that soon combine together to form a long, razor sharp whip. The whip is light pink in color and the petals will often disassemble themselves when the whip comes in contact with another blade. Kohana's appearance doesn't really change during Shikai, but every so often, her eyes with glow red. That is an obvious sign of her Zanpakuto's spirit manifesting itself through her.
~Shikai Techniques/Abilities~Name of ability/technique: Flower's Masquerade
Description: During Shikai, Kohana creates a storm of flower petals that envelope the whole field, creating nearly zero visibility for the opponent. The petals can be easily destroyed, however.
Duration: 4, but once the petals are destroyed, they can't come back for a short period of time.
Cool Down: 6 (gives time for the petals to regenerate)
Preparation: No real preparation needed
Name of ability/technique: Nature's Embrace
Description: Kohana thrusts her sword into the ground causing a vine to come up that she can control completely using her reiatsu. The vines themselves are studded with toxic thorns that carry a weak neurotoxin. The toxin is fast acting, and can cause paralysis if it enters the target's bloodstream.
Duration: 3
Cool Down: 9
Preparation: Must store large amounts of heat and reiatsu for 3 posts.
~Bankai~(Captains only) (no more than 3 abilities)
Bankai Appearance/spirit manifestation:~Bankai Techniques/Abilities~Name:Description:Duration:Cool Down:Preparation:Name of ability/technique:Description:Duration:Cool Down:Preparation:~Other Techniques~Swordsmanship: advanced
Shunpo: Intermediate
Hand to hand: Intermediate
Kido: Advanced
Others ~ Other Information ~ None that I can think of
~ Rp Sample ~- Spoiler:
High atop the city of Karakura, Kohana sat peacefully. The sky, painted grey and black with storm clouds as rain poured down around her. She sat down on the roof then leaned back, her slender arms supporting her weight as the rain drenched her body. Her Shinigami attire clung to her body as her damp blue hair draped over her ashen shoulders. Her pale flesh glistened as beads of water ran down the length of her body then dripped onto the ground around her. Her body shivered slightly as a chilled breeze whisped past her, yet she continued to gaze out at the town below. She tapped her fingers lightly on the roof, each tap following the beat of her heart as the crashing of each raindrop on the surface of the roof created a rhythm all their own. A light smile appeared on her face as she closed her eyes, inhaling the fragrant scent in the air that the rain had carried with it. She brought her right hand up, her left hand now supporting her weight, and lightly brushed a few damp strands of hair from her face. She then returned her arm to it's previous position. She remained on the roof for what seemed like hours, simply basking in the dismal glow of the twilight sky. Kohana shivered again as the wind started to pick up, the bitter chill biting at her moistened flesh as it chilled her already water-logged clothing. Her golden gaze remained locked on the amber glow of the horizon, only a slight sigh of contentment escaping her lips. Her mind was completely focused on her current thoughts that she didn't even sense the multiple human presences in her midst. Her eyes slightly narrowed, her lids becoming heavy as a flash of lightning streaked across the morose sky, slicing through the clouds like a hot knife through butter. The sound that followed resembled a lion's daunting roar as it boomed then emulated back and forth between the mass of buildings in the town below. Her heard skipped a beat for a moment as the vibrations from an unfamiliar source tickled her sensitive fingertips. The feeling sinuated up her arm then throughout her body, causing her to shudder ever so slightly. She turned her head, only for a second, to glance behind her. She saw the sillouhette of a being, the person's form being concealed by the thickening mist. She sensed the beings aura, noticing it to be suprisingly pure. this gave her a secure feeling, knowing that the being meant no harm. She turned her gaze back to the skyline, a faint smile appearing on her face once more. She blinked for a moment as the air's visibility became clear. She heard the voice of a young male call out to her, so she lightly turned her head to the left, catching a glimpse of the young man in her peripheral vision. She slowly rose to her feet, her damp garment clinging to every curve of her petite body. As she stood, another bolt of lightning sliced through the tenebrous heavens, parting the inky clouds yet again with ease. Her porcelain flesh seemed to glisten as the glow of the lightning relfected off of the beaded rain drops that collected on her body. Her serene expression remained unphased as the roar of crashing thunder echoed throughout the sleepy borough known as Karakura. Her heterochromatic gaze remained locked on the male as she reached her right hand up once more to move the strands of her saturated azure tresses from her face. She took a couple steps toward the male, her bare feet splashing in the small puddles of chilled rain water that accumulated in the small indentions of the warehouse's roof. she stopped in her tracks, now standing only a couple feet in front of the young man. A sense of tranquility seemed to envelope her as she stood before him. She let out a faint sigh as a gust of chilled wind caressed her delicate form, the cold nipping at her arms and legs. The sharp sensation snaked up her body, then down her spine. The feeling sent a light tremor throughout her body, causing her to let out a faint, inaudible noise. A light crimson hue began to color her previously achromatic face. She let her bangs form a veil over her face, sheilding her embarassment. Soon the fragrant scent of cherry blossoms filled the area as hundreds of the soft pink petals danced about the dismal sky, the wind being their benevolent puppet master. The petals soon floated gracefully to the floor of the roof as the wind dispursed, they now resembling tiny pink boats as they floated atop the puddles of water around their feet. She gave off a slight smile as she watched the display from behind the veil created by her hair. she extended her right hand, her palm facing upward and her fingers bent only slightly. a single cherry blossom petal fell into her hand. It was moist, yet silky. It remained undamaged by the relentless storm. She curled her slender digits around the petal, being careful not to harm it. She took a couple more steps forward, now standing only a few inches in front of the boy. She recognized him as the young Shinigami from earlier that day. She turned her gaze to him as her left hand extended, her fingers wrapping around his right wrist. Without saying a single word, she turned his palm up and placed the petal in his open hand, then curled his fingers around it as a gesture of peace. She watched for the male's expression, wondering how he would react to her actions. She was pleased to see that he had accepted her gesture of peace. And with that, the male had vanished, leaving behind only the memory and a faint trace of his aura. Kohana smiled softly and returned to her sitting position on the rain soaked roof, watching as the storm carried on it's path in the night.