Basic Information
Name:
Amaya Moegara
Actual Age:
347
Appeared Age:
20
Gender:
Female
Division:
None (rouge)
Rank:[b]
Ex-lieutenant of the tenth division
[b]Looks:
Amaya's dark golden brown hair flows in a messy braid down her back, slightly past her fragile looking shoulders. Random strands of hair fall loosely framing her round face and her choppy bangs fall right above her muddy eyes. Amaya is an unhealthily-looking skinny skeleton that has no curves too her what-so-ever. Amaya barely reaches 5'5 in height and 106 lbs on the dot. Her skin tone is a light peach color with rosy tones in it, especially around her cheeks. Adding to her a sweet vulnerable look are her very big round brown eyes, some may even call them "puppy dog eyes", her cute "button" like nose, and her very immature body shape. When ever she gives her very innocent smile, that looks more like a smirk, Amaya gets dimples on both cheeks. Most people say her looks make her look like a weakling
Personality:
Amaya's personality is a huge contradiction to her childish, sweet, and innocent looks. She is a very choleric person with a extremely vulgar and spiteful vocabulary that she freely uses. Along with being a vulgar irritable person she is also has a pretentious, peremptory, "I am superior to you" attitude. She looks down on most people acting as if they had the strength and intelligence of a infant. Amaya is very headstrong woman, she won't back down from a fight even if it's a suicide mission. Also, once she has made a decession it is very difficult to change her mind with out forcing her to. Towards most people she is very curt and cold unless, you have some how gained her respect in the slightest way. Despite being such a self-important arrogant person surprisingly Amaya is very self-less. If a stranger was in danger she would fight to the death to protect them, a complete stranger. If someone is in deep trouble of any sort she would lend a hand. Though being self-less she has a odd way of showing it, so most just don't even think of her as self-less. Even though she would protect a complete stranger to her death Amaya would probably blow off any gratitude they gave her, insult them, and stride off with no showing emotions. Amaya camouflages most of her emotions by appearing to be this malevolent rude person who doesn't care at all. When in reality she is just shoving all of her feelings inside to appear not to care. When confronted with a challenge she would shrug nonchalantly, think quickly of a strategy and, then easily overcome it as if it was no difficulty. She finds humor when people get livid with her and try insulting. Unlike most people Amaya has the odd trait of laughing when someone is angry with her, this trait usually makes conflicts worsen with Amaya. Even though she finds humor when people are angry with her, she has a scolding temper. Amaya basically has three sets "Not angry at all," "slightly annoyed(her usual mood)," and "unbelievably pissed." There is no in between slightly annoyed and unbelievably pissed with her, only a thin line is the difference between them. The only time Amaya will acutally speak politely and/or nicely to someone is two exceptions if you have gained respect from her, which is very ulikely, or if you are a child.
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Relationship Status:
Single and not looking
Zanpakuto Name:
Reito Faia
Zanpakuto Looks:
A very elegant polished silver sword that glints brightly when hit by light. Amaya's Zanpakuto is 72.5 millimeters in width and 1.35 meters in length. Engraved in a foggy gray on the right side of the blade is "精 焔" roughly meaning "spirit a blaze." 3/4s toward the end the sword slowly starts to curve to a point. The hilt is a thick oak stained a dark chocolate wrapped in a rough black ribbon with a diamond criss-cross pattern sewn in snow-white thread.
Released Zanpakuto Description:
Once released Amaya can control bursts of spiritual power in a pattern the resembles ice that has began cracking. Some say it looks like lighting but in color it is a translucent foggy gray that resembles cracked ice. The spiritual power being released enhances the damage received from a slash and speed of the blade. Also, once released Amaya has the ability to control water and freeze it on command with in reach of her sword.
Zanpakuto Release Phrase:
Furaddo Reito Faia
Released Zanpakuto Looks:
Once released the engraved words tint a midnight charcoal instead of a fog gray. The first 72.5 millimeters of the blade, starting at the hilt, becomes serrated like a steak knife. The width of the Zanpakuto increases by 25.4 millimeters. Towards the tip the sword has a more sudden curve to the point. The sewn design in the cloth warped hilt changes to a rich crimson red.
Bankai Information:
None.
Bankai Description:
None.
Bankai Looks:
None.
History and RP Sample
History:
Before Amaya's death she was the most bright and bubbly person, just a really joy to be around. She had a loving family of five, including herself. Her mother, father, and her two younger brothers. Amaya thought she had the perfect life everyone loved her at home and everyone loved her at school. Amaya strived to get the absolute highest grades, make the most friends, and be a perfect person. All of her life Amaya could hear voices that sounded like whispers to her. This weird trait made her feel crazy, little did she know they were voices of ghosts. Only her little brothers, Aoi, at the age of nine and Kei, at the age five, knew that she could hear strange voices. Even though Kei was to young to understand and Aoi hardly understood she was happy that her brothers excepted she wasn't crazy. Just different. One chilly day near the end of fall Amaya was walking her brothers home from their grade school. ABout halfway home Amaya heard the most murderous shriek of her life. Her first instinct was to protect her brothers because whatever that was, it wasn't good. She scooped up Kei in one arm and grabbed Aoi's hand and started to walk a little faster but aslo, trying not to frighten her baby brothers. Again the howl pierced through the air, this time closer. In fact, it was so close she could hear the heavy breathing of whatever it was and the slap of it;s feet on the ground.She tugged on Aoi to run and began to sprint, which was a burden since she was carrying Kei. The wall brick wall only a few steps behind her then exploded and chunks of smashed brick rained down. Both her brothers let out terrified screams and Kei desperately clung to Amaya's neck. Aoi was running out of breathe but Amaya fiercely tugged his arm for him to keep going. Out of no where something slapped the three against the bricks "Can you sense me? How tasty!" a gritty voice growled. Aoi had climbed to his feet and began crying, along with Kei, Aoi wailed "what's going on Amaya?" The last memory of her living life was throwing herself over Aoi and Kei to protect them and then shear pain. Within the next moment she was watching a bloody body protectively laying cross her two brothers. Confused as she was then she set her sights on a giant black and white monster appearing to wear a mask. The beast was licking it's chops and starting i directly at Amaya. With in a flash a woman dressed in a black robe jump from behind the monster and slashed of it's head in seconds. "Small fry! Not even a reward!" She scoffed and then turned to Amaya and smiled sweetly. The woman started in a long explanation on how Amaya was being sent to a better place now, she raised her sword and before she could do anything else Amaya got up and screamed "Don't! Not yet! I have to get my brothers home!" and then ran over to Aoi who was helping Kei out from under her body. a slight chirp of a phone and the woman raced of yelling behind her to stay here. Of course Amaya didn't listen, she walked with her weeping brothers all the way home. She couldn't face her parents reaction and stopped following her brothers once they reached the wooden stairs of their house. Amaya then spent months wandering up and down the street she had been killed. No one ever brought flowers and every once and a while her brothers would walk by and not even recognize the importance of the street. This tore Amaya apart and she was no longer the sweet bubbly girl, she was the empty cold one now. Slowly a hole started to form in her chest but before it could even get halfway Amaya ran into the woman who killed the beast. This time Amaya had no objections to being sent away. Once in the soul society she trained to be a Shinigami and reached the lieutenant of the tenth division. Amaya wanted to travel back to her home town but the soul society wouldn't clear her to do so. Since she desperately wanted to travel to see her old town one day she left and never came back.
RP Sample: (from an other site I rp'd on.)
Ami wandered aimlessly down the darkened streets, glancing behind her shoulder every so often. All the street lights were off except the one Ami was closest to, once she walked far enough away from that one light post would go dim and the one in front of her begin to light up, Ami was using her powers to create a small orb of light near the light post, so it looked like the light bulb. She was very careful using her powers in public. The streets around her weren't so scary when she lit up the world with her powers. The streets were silent except for Ami soft footsteps, sallow breathing, one or two cars passing by, and sometimes the bark of a startled dog. SMASH a loud smashing sound of glass followed by an angry yelling of voices made Ami jolt into a faster pace. What was that!? She frantically thought in her head. The yelling was getting louder and closer so Ami darted across the road to the other side. The glow of the lamp post across the street fell to darkness. She decided to just walk in the night and to conserve her light energy even though it would be scarier. Chicago was a nice place to hid from sweepers, people who want unnatural people like herself dead, but, Ami thought night time was the worst here. It was cold, dark, and scary. She hated the nights here, even though she absolutely loved night time. Ami finally found a lamp post that was light (with out her having to light it) the soft buzz of the electricity comforted Ami and she decided to spend the night in the alleyway next to this lamp post. It was a warm spring night and the asphalt was warm when Ami sat down on it. She removed her jacket and spread out on the floor. She then curled up ontop her jacket and drifted in to a light doze. Every time a car would pass by Ami would jolt up ready to dash, only to realize she could lay back down.
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