QuincyName:Zainin Daizai
Nickname(s):Age: 22
Visual Age:22
Gender:Male
Rank:Legendary Quincy
Sexual Orientation:Straight
Height:5’10”
Weight:67kg
Body Frame:Medium
Blood Type:A+
Sound of Voice:He has a cold sound to his voice it is chilling and piercing. Since Quincy do not focus on raw power his voice reflects that they pierce rather than overwhelm
Appearance: 
Zainin has blonde hair, which hugs his head and comes down in strands in his face. There are a few streaks of whit placed into his hair, other silver to show his love for the cold. Parts of his hair, towards the back of his head flick out behind him, created by quick movement over the years meaning the hair has shaped itself into a streamline shape, fitting his head. Zainin’s face is quite thin, his chin comes to a point but he is actually quite handsome for such a cold and unloving man. His face is usually emotionless his care for people non-existent, his whole manner of dress and appearance is his way of shielding himself from the evils of the Shinigami and other Quincy.
He has blue eyes which give cold and piercing glares but can also be soft when he likes someone and they are in pain, or he truly feels the need to be nicer., however that has only been seen so far at both his mother’s and father’s funeral.
He wears the Shinigami dress but decided to wear it in white to reflect his love for all things cold but also this shows his hate for the Shinigami due to them being arrogant people in his mind. So by wearing contrasting colours to them he shows that he is supposed to be completely different to them. He has a belt made up of three black strips which lay on top of each other making an arrow shape. The style continues with the rest of the outfit, except the legs are not covered like the Shinigami clothing it becomes more like a baggy pair of trousers.
He can also be found wearing a blue jacket with a golden trim. He stole this kind of look form the Shinigami as well, he wear a long coat like a Captain’s Haori. Despite him liking the cold, he wear it more like an accessory to mock Shinigami and Hollows who are smart enough to understand it. He can sometimes forgo the wearing this coat just down to preference.
He is quite a handsome man who cares little for his appearance but remains good looking. However his only medium sized frame can also be quite a haunting figure. From him seems to emanate a cold mist from below him, and from the way he stand and acts his presence is that of power. Adding that to his cold stare and whip of a tongue, he is a figure to be reckoned with.
Introvert/Extrovert:Introvert mostly, preferring not to talk at all.
Hobbies:Archery, Ice sculpting, Hollow/Shinigami hunting
Likes and Dislikes:Likes- Ice/cold, Archery, Observing, Hunting, people suffering
Dislikes- Shinigmai, Hollow, loud noises, warmth, Missing targets
Personality:Zainin is on the whole not a very nice person. He has gained a dislike for almost everyone. He is not very tolerant towards other people because he has come to the conclusion that everyone is the same. He does not openly judge people though because his father had told him not to. He respects the memory of dead people unless they offended him or one of his friends. Despite him being the type of person who dislikes most people he does actually like to meet people, however he will only enjoy the meeting of these people if they are interesting.
However he is not interested easily, he enjoys mostly killing people, and seeing people get killed. The way to get him interested in you is to show that you are strong enough to be in the same place as him. The display of power must not be directed at him since if he is fighting he switches off, and goes into a silent killing mode.
During his fights Zainin switches off from other people, and focuses on killing people. He is a cool and cold killer who prefers to think things to every detail and make ruthless actions. This trance-like state can only be broken if someone beats him or if someone of importance to him requires something of him. He does not enjoy getting into fights but thoroughly enjoys fighting them. He is always trying to keep up his cold demeanour and to not care about anyone but that can be subject to change.
Whilst he has pride it does not control him, but he is a Quincy so obviously he has truck-loads of pride. However his personality is open to change even drastic change because of his cold and anti-social ways. Zainin is a quite complex person as his thoughts are always buzzing inside his head, some philosophical others just trivial opinions, and due to him not speaking much it means he also is quite a mysterious character as well.
Defining Characteristics:He holds little love for people and is very often pessimistic and cynical. Most people in his presence will end up being given cold and ruthlessly observed truths or a stare.
He a very proud person and demands the respect for the Quincy race.
Specialties:He is good at guessing other people’s physical traits, like bust and height.
Fighting type:Ranged
History/Background: Zainin was born into a medical family in a town near to Karakura town. His father was a devoted Quincy but secretive nonetheless. He had kept up the practices of his race till the very end but still remaining distant from them; he thought that by being known the Shinigami would come and finish their extermination. So this was the reason as to why the Quincy in Karakura town thought they were the only lot left. However they did interact with that family as they were running a small hospital and in times consulted the larger hospital ran by the current “last” Quincy. Seeing this Zainin’s father knew that one day he would be made last of the Quincy as the old man did not have very many days left in him. However it was something he could not have so he made a promise to himself.
Soon when Zainin’s training began and the revelation of what he really was. And being a child thought it to be really cool. Throwing himself headfirst into becoming a Quincy he progressed extremely quickly in power. After a few weeks he managed to create his first arrow and it was only a few days after that he could fire several in succession. It was with this speed his training continued his father rushing him and training him every minute he could spare. It also seemed frantic as if the coming of a storm. The training had started when Zainin was only twelve, some would say too early other too late but it was when Zainin’s father had suddenly gone Quincy crazy. It ended up with him having to sell the Hospital and they were living on benefits. They had gone from a good life with laughing and joking to a solitary life. Zainin’s mother left them, not due to hate of his father or the loss of money but she died from a broken heart. She had loved Zainin and his father but they had forsaken everything else in life but the training to become a Quincy. It broke her poor little heart and it did the same to Zainin, he had been to intent on learning and progressing his powers to honour his race, and forgotten his most precious thing in his life.
This was the beginning to Zainin’s loss of sanity because he was grieving he found an output for his grief. Not just his father’s training but he had been trained to kill so he thought to train on that side more. So whenever he was not being trained by his father he let out his inner rage on those who had wronged his race so long ago. He travelled frequently to Karakura town and lay in wait for the hollow that prey on the newly freed souls. He would watch the interaction between them eyeing the evil being as it licked its lips in anticipation. They are all the same all hungry always eating; he had even seen fights between them and then eating the loser, Zainin however noting this cared little for it. He sometimes let the hollow eat but in reality he was waiting for their saviours to come. Due to the intense spirit density of Karakura it was teeming with Shinigami who had to try and reduce the amount of souls populating the area, and when they did, Zainin struck. He shot down chords of blue light impaling the Shinigami, each and everyone fell not knowing what had happened. Zainin liked it this way, less hassle but some fights could not be avoided, whenever a Shinigami had enough skill to dodge the first shot another would be fired after a quick flash behind them. These killing made it so that the amount of hollow in Karakura was huge as the Shinigami who would normally deal with them were dead.
During these years the Karakura’s “last” Quincy died, and during the exact day that happened Zainin’s father locked himself in his room, a week passed and he finally burst from the room bleeding, he had stabbed himself and only exited the room when he had no chance of living. In his last moments Zainin was told that he was loved, and his father was proud of him.
After the burial Zainin went into his father’s study where he had been for the last week and found that there were hundreds of written notes, all of them on Quincy. He read through them all, finding out the story behind his father’s whole training program and death. When the last Quincy of Karakura died his father had became the last Quincy, this allowed him to know where every Quincy tribe was, even though they had thought them all dead. His father had trained Zainin and killed himself as he knew that being the last Quincy would mean he would need to take charge, and he had been disgraced by the others, that is why they are cut off from other Quincy.
Taking all of this information with him, Zainin left. He travelled the world, trying to make sense all of his father’s notes, one day he would return a Quincy of unbelievable power.
(Sorry it will be developed with trainings etc.)
RP sample: Taken from one of my recent two people training topic.
- Spoiler:
Time was passing slowly seconds to minutes slow and long minutes; Seji's training partner was late, even though the time they would spend training would far outweigh the time they would spend on training today. That was only if his partner arrived, although it was a chance to train so why not turn up, the man Zeus he was to train with had seemed intent on coming to train with Seji. They had met on one of Kumo’s streets both being able to notice each other’s strength from a glimpse as well have them seeing each other before form previous Jounin meetings. In fact he still felt rather awkward around the other Jounin; since he was not a native to this village he did not share any of the history with the other ninja in this village. He never was openly treated with aggression or made fun of by others; perhaps they were too mature for that or another reason that they were scared of their Kage. However he was treated differently from other ninja, he came in from the mountains near Kumo after having lived there for a few years. He had become known as the ghost, or Gosuto, after his pale figure came down from the mountains every other night, visiting a village with a kind of food for them to have and laid it on their doorstep. He never tried to let himself be seen but every now and then a late-night wanderer would see him fleeing the area.
Jounin from Kumo always thought him as weird as he was a Kaguya, manipulating his bones was awkward and it made people feel awkward around him knowing that the solid parts of his body could be flexible. He didn’t mind, Seji had always felt special, not better than people but still he knew that his abilities gave him an edge over other people.
Hopefully with today’s training he would be able to put his bloodline limit to better use, as he was today training up his agility. He moved at sluggish speeds and to perform well with his clan techniques, speed and flexibility are key to using mostly taijutsu moves; his time spent in the facility had really stripped him of his speed. He was still unhappy with himself for losing so much of his speed and flexibility, although none of it was his fault but when it comes to a matter of pride whose fault it is doesn’t come into play it is merely a matter of regaining lost pride.
Despite his training partner being late Seji did not mind one bit. He lacked the motivation to train himself at this moment. He had always been laid back, preferring to sit back and observe things go by. Not that he was lazy, when ready for the task ahead he would dive head first into it almost no questions asked but it was the momentum he needed to be able to get into training.
This momentum had been robbed from him; the lateness of Zeus had put him back into a state of mind which was really self-destructive in the long run. He had just decided to collapse onto the grass, once again observing the fluffy masses of water vapour rolling across one of the bluest skies he had ever seen. The day was perfect for either their training or just wasting the day away and considering how comfy Seji was it seemed he would be the one to waste his day.
He was drifting off to sleep, when he heard an unusual rustling of grass caused him to open his eyes. A scent being carried across the field, it was a pleasant odour which smelt just like freshly baked bread. Seji himself had eaten a large amount of energy giving foods to set him up for the training. He looked over to see the other Kumo Jounin jumping into the clearing; lazily he pushed himself up to greet the man. It was done slowly of course since he was not that quick at the moment, even civilian could outrun him right now.
The man had jumped down right near him, but Seji was not surprised, being near a cliff there was only one way to really sneak up on him seeing as he was overlooking most of the grassy space. Seji waited for him to make his way over to him, and as he walked he observed him. He was rather dressed up for a ninja. A white suite with a red tie were overly formal and Seji thought rather impractical, not to mention that Zeus was wearing some sort of cross as cuff links, they looked to be made of gold.
Seji pictured what he looked like in comparison to the suit wearing Jounin. All he had dared to wear in his ninja career was something practical, since Kaguya are mostly based around quick fluid movements to move at awkward angles to strike at people, so Seji had complied. To this stereotype and worn a loose Kimono with a red and yellow sash around his waist to hold his clothes together. In comparison he looked very informal when looking at Zeus even in a Kimono which can be quite a classy outfit to wear.
Zeus had apologised for being late, which was no problem for Seji as he had enjoyed the extra minutes of thought time, even though most of his time was spent doing that exact thing.
“Mah mah, don’t worry about it, it was nice to get some time to think,” he gave a lazy dismissal wave to the apology whilst saying it in a cheery tone, “I’ll also be training up my agility, since I’m so slow the tortoise would actually beat me in a race.”
He grinned widely at Zeus hoping the joke would go down well, he then moved off to the side a bit, stretching his muscles again after the several minutes of waiting and them contracting back to their normal position. He went through each motion making sure he felt the good feeling of a burning pull then a tingle when the muscle was used to the pull, he then pulled it a little further making sure not to overdo the stretch.
After his mini-warm-up was finished he set out to train up his speed. However he didn’t have any fancy weights but he did have a way around that. By focusing chakra into his bones near his legs and arms he can increase the weight of them, he did so. Then he started to run, doing shuttle runs, or more like jogs since he was using some very heavy bones, making him even slower than he normally was. It didn’t take him long to start feeling the effects of his training. He had terrible stamina leading to only five runs until he was almost too tired to run, despite his wheezing he pushed on, dragging his already tired limbs with him, not letting his past stop him from achieving. Each step the same pace and each time taking more and more out of him. But he kept on straining against his limits, he would never give up.
(Note: The Quincy coding needs to be changed please since there is no RP sample from the copy and paste bit.)
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