Post by Kotomi Shirasagi on Aug 15, 2021 15:21:07 GMT -8
Shinigami
Basic Info
Let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France.
Name: Kotomi Shirasagi / Shira / Mimi / the White Heron
Chronological Age:
96
Biological Age:
23
Division and Rank:
Thirteenth Division, Recruit
Physical Info
Let's get rich and give everybody nice sweaters and teach them how to dance.
Hair: Hair as white and soft as a down of snow, interspersed with threads of silver that glint in the sun, a treasure within the snowbanks.
Build:
Slight and welcoming, she expresses warmth against the blizzard outside. She is a home; shelter; safety, bones as thin and high and fragile as a bird.
Uniform/Clothing:
She wears the basic Shinigami Shihakusho during all on-duty assignments with no notable changes save the occasional pin gifted by Rukongai children over her sash. These pins had become rather popular in the mid-slum regions, bearing cartoon or animal faces that brighten up an otherwise drab outfit. On days off and other casual matters she favors soft, approachable colors, often in modest dresses of whites and light blues. She has a purple gown for the evenings she doesn't often have the chance to wear, cut around her shoulders and tied by string over her collarbone. She doesn't seem to be accustomed to walking in heels and has a kigurumi in the shape of a rabbit.
Gigai:
Her gigai comes with a wide-brimmed sunhat and a flowing peach-white sundress, ending in white slippers with thin straps across the fronts of her feet. In colder climates she is buried under furs and in bulky brown jackets, unrecognizable save for her eyes, a soft shade of hazel, peeking through. For the spring and autumn times she's on assignment longer than usual she leaves with uniforms for the local schools, fair skirts and collared shirts.
Extras:
Two hairpins - the shape of butterflies - and a hairband with the decoration of a white flower.
Spiritual Info
Let's get rich and build our house on a mountain making everybody look like ants.
Zanpakuto: An asauchi with a blue ribbon around a guard shaped like the outline of a small fawn.
Zanpakuto Spirit:
N/A
Inner World:
There exists a meadow stretching as far as the eye can see under boundless blue skies, each cloud forming the idea of a forest critter. The world is devoid of anything save blue bellflowers and an archway in the distance where further flowers invite you to a garden, and this archway Kotomi has never crossed. She doesn't know what's to be found in the garden. She's not sure if she can find out.
Historical Info
From way up there, you & I, you & I.
The Past: Sometimes you're alive and then you're not, and it happens faster than you ever could have expected or planned for - and it's scary. It's so scary, and hard, and you want to hold on to what you had. You want to, but... you know you can't. That's not who you are or even where you belong anymore. Your friends and family are young, far younger than you are now, so even if you could look back and recollect the foggiest pieces of the person you were once upon a time, that chapter ended a long time ago. You had to move on so they could, too, yeah? You have a new life and you make what you can of it - for yourself and for everyone around you.
There's a new family to find, younger brothers and sisters and older parents and grandparents and you take care of them all, smiling, considerate; all you can think of is lending a hand. Your new home isn't as nice as your old home, but all it really needs is a new coat of paint. You paint it, and your neighbors', and your neighbors neighbors', and soon your family encompasses an entire district. You know everyone's names, their stories, their hopes and their dreams. They know yours. They don't know you hear a voice, tugging at your ear, leading you to a place you know you're not supposed to go. It needs your help. ...How could you abandon it?
You find the outskirts of the Kouya, a step into the brush. A ringing in your head, a buzz along your arms. You're electrified. Ecstatic. There's a part of you, a deep-seated feeling of coming home.
But this world has other plans for you; you're not supposed to be here. You're found. You're sorry, you really are, but you just had to see -- but they weren't punishing you. They wanted you. They were bringing you into the fold. And if you did this, they said, you'd be helping your family. Your district, everyone you cared about, they'd all be provided for. They wouldn't subsist in broken shacks and stale food.
--And you wouldn't just be helping them, they told you. You would be helping everyone.
...How could you abandon that chance?