Post by Jin-hwan on Aug 20, 2021 15:03:45 GMT -8
Shinigami
"I'm not saying you don't have any choices. I'm just telling you, your options are limited now that I'm here, why don't you come quietly?"
"I'm not saying you don't have any choices. I'm just telling you, your options are limited now that I'm here, why don't you come quietly?"
Basic Info
~Balance Through Order~
Name: Jin-hwan SunChronological Age: 113
Biological Age: Early thirties
Division and Rank: 6th Division - Recruit
Physical Info
~Order Through Law~
Hair: Long shaggy unkempt brown hair with bangs stretching well past his eyes. When required it can be kept back in a sizable bun but it still comes across as messy. He is frequently seen with the makings of a beard, though rarely longer than the five o'clock shadow.
Build: Jin-hwan stands tall, just shy of six feet. He has light colored skin and an athletic frame that borders muscular. There's not a lot of wasted space on his body in terms of musculature but he's far from a broad or imposing figure.
Uniform/Clothing: (While in uniform does your character have any cosmetic alterations? Keep in mind that lower ranked Shinigami are expected to stick to the dress code. Additionally, what does your character like to wear when they're off-duty? Give us a sense of their style.) Little to no variation on the uniform, he keeps close to the regulations if only to avoid hassles. He likes formal clothing in a somewhat western style. Three piece suits are a particular interest, but he likes a little flamboyant flair with sashes and dynamic linings.
Gigai: Close to identical.
Extras: He likes to smoke!
Spiritual Info
~Law Through Society~
Zanpakuto: Two identical katana's, roughly sixty centimeters in length. Jin-hwan wears them off to the left side and behind his waist.
Zanpakuto Spirit: Fate and Fortune, for twin Zanpakuto's Jin-hwan has two spirits. Fate represents fatalistic predictions of things that will come, and Fortune represents the wild indeterminability of the present day. Fate is shackled, kept in place where it can be hard to tell where Fortune might turn up.
Inner World: An entertainment district. Seedy tight alleyways full of stalls, and buildings where one can try their luck and seek adventure. The lights are low, the noise is high and the scent of alcohol hangs in the air.
Historical Info
~Society Through Death~
The Past: Jin-hwan was born in the distant reaches of the Rukongai, an unsanctioned pure soul born not out of some secret love affair between his parents but of a desire to pass on legacy. Jin-hwan's parents led an unremarkable gang who was largely charged with the security of their own little corner of heaven. He grew up in comparable luxury to his peers but was largely outcast as a result of his parentage.
The gang itself was not as bad as it might have been, with a genuine interest in keeping those under their protection safe. In the end, they knew you couldn't extort souls that didn't exist. They engaged in business practices, both shady and legal.
Violence was a near daily aspect of life for Jin-hwan whether as witness to the events of his parents enterprise or dealing with his own troubles as the spoiled 'young master' of the neighborhood. Eager to not rely on his families power he did his best to deal with conflicts on his own with varying results. His parents, presumably aware of the bruises and their origins, didn't seem to mind or interfere. And so it went, from the relative concept of adolescents and into adulthood.
By the time he was old enough he took his hands in the business, taking more and more responsibilities and duties until he had become an effective lieutenant.
A lot of gangs operate within the good graces of the Shinigami, rarely outright spoken but it was known that if a gang operated long enough there would be some hand of the Shinigami upon it known or not. Most people played ball, but Jin-hwan's family had a streak of autonomy that appeared to run afoul of the Shinigami plans for their district.
They were destroyed.
In the wake of destruction and his orphaning, Jin-hwan found himself eventually in the sights of the Shinigami. He reasoned, that if one was to be a part of a gang, one might as well be a part of the biggest and he joined. His proclivity towards violence and a lifetime of struggle saw him swiftly through the Academy and into the ranks of the 6th division.
It has been many years since then.
Snapshot: Indifferent. Jin-hwan took ahold of the cigarette between his middle finger and index and inhaled one last time. The deep red light at the end raced down towards the filter at the tip of his fingers, filling the air around him with more of the acrid scent before flicking the butt, lit embers and all, careening into the ground where it lazily burned away from several more moments.
"Save the sob-story. You knew the rules same as the rest of us. If I don't do this, then someone else is going to only then it'll be my ass too." He shifted his weight forward and let his left hand drop down to the hilt of his lead Zanapkuto, gripped it just tightly enough for the threat to be evident.
"You're coming back with me, and you have until three to take the easy way before we do it the hard way, got it?"
He didn't take a lot of joy in this, but it didn't really bother him either. It seemed pretty easy to keep your head down, why people decided to cause themselves trouble like this he had no idea. Only, now it was causing him trouble too. Selfish bastards.
"One," he said. He shook his right hand clean and dropped it down to his other hilt. They didn't always make him go past one...
"Two," and there was an edge to his voice, sharp and meaningful. Maybe they thought he was bluffing. They wouldn't mistake in a moment. Then, Jin-hwan noticed something in their stance. They looked hesitant, uncertain. Were they really going to try to run?
They took the first step, pivoting to make an attempt. Jin-hwan must have been quicker than they expected judging by the surprised gasp they made when his blade cut against them. One slash, clean, left blade held out drenched lightly with their blood as they dropped to the ground.
"Three," he muttered.
He waiting a moment to see if they would move before sheathing his blade. "Bastard," he said contemptuously. "I warned you, didn't I?"
Bah. Central said alive, and if he was going to avoid getting chewed out he'd have to hurry them back. Why didn't they ever listen? He noticed the blood on his uniform with annoyance.