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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 6:56 pm
Name: Christine Robins
Aliases/ Nicknames: On occasion, she's been called 'Chris', or 'Chrissy' but she likes to be called by her full name, not pet names.
Age: She appears to be in her early 20's, and is still quite young when it comes to other souls, at a true age of 36.
Seat: 5th Squad 3rd Seat
Height: 5'5
Weight: 126
Personality: Christine is a very shallow person, with no cushioning to the phrase. Her goals are her goals, and her main priorities. She's selfish. When it comes to morals, she's severely lacking, and will go to any length to get what she wants. This including sex appeal among other things, due to her lack of respect to treasure anything. Self preservation comes before anything else, and it would not be surprising for her to flee a battle and allies, if would save her own life. Despite all the bad, Christine has one redeeming quality. She is strong willed, and persistent. She has a sharp wit that has allowed her to see through many bullshit escapades, and is the opposite of gullible.
Theme Song(s): Reverse This Curse, Escape the Fate.
Physical Description: Christine has an athletic build, with fair muscles and strength. She's about average height, with auburn locks that falls down her shoulder. The tips of her hair take on an even redder glint, due to artificial coloring. Her eyes are a deep liquid bronze, and her skin is normally tan.
Zanpakuto Name and Sealed Description: Her normal Zanpacto is slightly shorter then average, and is lighter. It makes for great quick jabs and cuts. It rests easily on her side.
Spirit; Kotori
Zanpaku-to Sword Type: Wakizashi [Jappenease Short sword] Most Short sword's are about 2' in length.
Zanpaku-to Element: Wind
Shikai: [Not yet Achieved]
Release Phrase: "Soar, Kotori!"
In a more then flashy and unnecessary show, the blade dissolves into feathers at the release phrase. These feathers swirl and re-assemble around her feet, destroying any foot wear in the process. When the light vanishes, Christine is clad in black footwear. It appears to be a nylon type of cloth, or sock, as it is black but slightly see through. The shoe wraps from her feet, all the way up to her knees. On the ankle area, is a decorative ornament made to look like a feather. The material is thin, accept for on her shins, where it thickens slightly and hardens into a sort of guard. The guard is a great surprise defense, as it cannot be seen underneath her long clothing.
Shikai Powers;
Christine's specialty is hand to hand, or rather, foot to hand. She loves to fight with her legs. This Shikai utilizes her Reitsu absorbed into the boots, to lighten her body mass by almost 20%. This doesn't down grade her strength by to much, while being able to jump a little higher, [about 6 inches] and maneuver more quickly. This enlightened state is a lethal combination to her acrobatic and flexible fighting style. Reitsu is layered around the fabric of the feet, to lubricate impact to a foe and to the ground she runs on.
Tsubasa baundo Winged Jump; When timed correctly, this can be used in two ways. A surge of Reitsu it stored up at the sole of the feet, and then released at once, like a spring. It catapults the user upward, for a much taller jump. Or, with the same property, it can be used when landing from the air. We're all aware it's hard to maneuver while airborne. As soon as Christine's feet touch the ground, she can release a surge of Reitsu to launch herself into the air again, in an angled direction, to avoid being pulverized by an attack she cannot move from in time.
Naiatsu handou Internal Pressure kick; Reitsu pools around her foot, instead of the shoe, in this attack. When her foot makes contact with something, the Reitsu is released internally, for a knock back effect. Basically a kick with an 'explosive' [more powerful] edge.
Bankai: [Not yet achieved]
Release phrase; "Elapse, become the envy of the winds, Kotori! "
The physical appearance and general skills of the leg armor do not change, but rather, a large amount of Reitsu uncaps. The release of this energy rips apart the bottom of her pants, up to her knees, exposing her legs and leg armor. The Reitsu leek can be seen, as a pinkish red aura around her feet and ankles. A layer of raw Reitsu is now in between her feet and the ground, and grants the Bankia's main ability.
Fuwa Shoukyo Friction Elimination; A curious and passive power, the shoes now function like a pair of roller blades. The Reitsu layer creates sliding friction from her feet in the ground, no matter the terrain. Using this style, she can 'slide' across the ground, running without lifting her feet off of the terrain. It boosts her speed, and opens her flexibility options. At top speed, she can slide at times close to Shunpo, but she does disappear
to the line of vision, unless someone is completely inept at keeping pace with a fast opponent.
Tsubasa step Winged Step; This move works hand and hand with Fuwa Shoukyo, [above] Basically, a small burst of Reitsu released from the shoe, to act as a break or a push while sliding. It can help alter Christine’s movement in any direction, to act a safety net. The basic theme of amie’s spirit is evasive action, and this just acts as a safety precaution to help Christine move while sliding at such speeds. This is a small burst, and does not allow her to go airborne, ect ect.
Kyokudo Tsubasa baundo Extreme Winged Jump; Similar to it's root skill in every way, this ability is just double the force it had originally. In this heightened state, it can do one more thing. In a fashion similar to walking on air, a burst of Reitsu can be released while airborne, to propel the user in a certain direction, to avoid damage. Because it uses a large sum of Reitsu, this can only be done once every few minutes, to allow the Reitsu to regroup. This stops the user from being to have any 'flight' equivalent.'
Kyokudo Naiatsu handou Extreme internal Pressure Kick; The same skill as it’s root, a kick thrice as powerful as the original. This attack gains a deadly edge, for as the foot comes down, the enlightened state vanishes, and it contacts with full weight, speed, and strength. Contact is brutal, as this final stand style attack is not only capable of breaking bones, but sending it’s target flying off into the horizon. If it misses, it’s strike can shatter boulders, and leave large craters in the ground.
Kidou: 1-10
Bakudo:
Bakudo #1 - Sai ("Obstruction") Calls forth bindings to immobilize the target's arms.
Bakudo #4 - Hainawa ("Crawling Rope") Calls forth a yellow rope made of reaitsu to bind the target's hands.
Bakudo #9 - Geki ("Conquer") Surrounds the target in a paralyzing red light.
Incantation: Disintegrate, black dog of Rondaniini. Look upon your burning soul and sever your throat.
12. Fushibi: A net formed from an attachment point on the caster, can be small or large depending ong the reiatsu force behind it.
26. Curving Light (曲光, kyakko) - Hides the target from sight, presumably by bending light.[4]
30. Beak-Stab Triple Beam (嘴突三閃, Shitotsu Sansen) - Shoots three beams of light that pin the target to one place on a surface, slamming into his/her body in three places in a shape of a perfect triangle.[5]
37. Suspending Star (吊星, tsuriboshi) - Creates a star-shaped cushion of Spiritual Energy, which anchors it to nearby objects with "ropes" of spirit particles. It can stop falling objects, acting like a safety net.[6]
39. Arc Shield (円閘扇, enkosen?) — Summons a shield of energy to block opponents' attacks. [10]
58. Summoning of the Tracking Sparrows (摑趾追雀, kakushitsuijaku?)[11] — Tracks and locates any spiritual force the user focuses on. To activate it, the user must draw a circle on the ground, cut into four parts with a specific character in each. The incantation animates the circle, causing various numbers to appear within until the specific set is found. The number set seems to be a variation on longitude and latitude.
Incantation: Heart of the south, eye of the north, finger of the west, foot of the east, arrive with the wind and depart with the rain. (南の心臓北の瞳 西の指先 東の踵 風持ちて集い 雨払いて散れ)
Hado:
Hadou #1 - Sho ("Thrust") - Pushes the target away from the caster with spirit energy.
Hadou #4 - Byakurai ("White lightning") Fires a bolt of white lightning from the caster's finger, piercing the target.
Hadou #31 - Shakkaho ("Red Flame Gun") Attacks the target with a red ball of fire.
Incantation: Oh ruler, mask of flesh and blood, all creations of the universe, fluttering of the wings, ye who bears the name of man! Scorching heat and disorder, evolve the transposition of the southern sea barrier.
Hadou #33 - Soukatsui ("Blue Lotus") Fires a blue energy ball at the target.
Incantation: Oh ruler, mask of flesh and blood, all creations of the universe, fluttering of the wings, ye who bears the name of man! Truth and temperance, strike but slightly your claw upon this wall which feigns ignorance of sin!
Hadou #54 - Haien ("Incinerating Flame") Incinerates a target by burning it to ash.
Other sad spells and such that don't fit into the Hadou and Bakudou category) N/A
Skills: Flexible, and Acrobatic.
Bio:
"I'm sure you're expecting to read some sob story. A little girl who just wanted to be loved, abusive parents, blah blah blah...Yeah, well, that's what we in the biz call 'justified.' I don't really have a good reason for my actions, or some tear wrenching, depressing life story.
I didn't know it at the time, but I was a spoiled brat. I still have trouble accepting that fact now. I was part of the in crowd all through high school, my parents let me get away with murder. An only child, I was awarded all the spoils. A matter of fact, you can tell a lot about a person by who their friends where. My friends dated Football stars. My friends spent hours in front of the mirror, seemingly never satisfied with what they saw. If my friends needed to lose some weight, they’d live off of gum for a week. My friends black mailed and bribed the geeks to do their work for them. I was just like my friends.
It seemed virginity was a curse, something that needed to be gotten rid of as soon as possible. No hot guy in his right mind wanted an inexperienced girl. That was what we lived by. The six month law, too. I got rid of my curse as soon as I could, gaining experience wherever I may. I’m proud to say I dated some of the sexiest men in that school. But I guess that’s all they where, all they ever would be. Trophies. Why didn’t that warm hot feeling last? It was love, to have that sensation, that lava flowing through your chest, whenever he walked by. So why did it have to fade, every time? Sometimes they got bored with me. Once they tried everything, they wanted to try everyone. Sometimes I got bored with them. It was all the same to me. I searched club after club, bar after bar, for that Mr. perfect. Where was he hiding?
I was fine with my way of life. I was on top of the world. So why was it, then, whenever I passed by those incredibly gawky couples, that I felt jealous? The awkward kisses, not even kisses, that made them flush like children, made me envious? Impossible. There was no way. I was not jealous of some…some virgin!
Was I?
I started getting thinner. I was growing self conscious. After high school, and into collage, friends started disappearing, one by one. I think one ended up in the hospital, wrist wounds. I did pay her a visit, even when she called me. I regret that, but why should I have? Miss Renee Moons, someone who hadn’t bothered to talk to me for two years? She was smart, she was to good for me. Ashley moved away. Kate’s boyfriend’s where becoming more and more possessive. Sashs just fell off the face of the earth. “Oh look, we’re not in the same classes anymore.” I went out a lot. Partied a lot. Got drunk a lot. Got thrown into a new guy’s arm every week. Sex became an ice breaker. At least I was being safe.
And then, I stopped feeling oh so sorry for my little self. I made this realization during one of my raves, watching the band play. It seemed that that was life; music. I got lost in it, found myself flowing to the rhythm. So what, if love was a lie invented by romance novels and movies? I couldn’t wallow in self pity about it, like some child throwing a tentra-tantrum. I had to grow a pair, and move on, move forward.
I used my bottom less hole of contacts to find myself an opening. My parents eagerly funded my instrumental lessons. I became a drummer, the heartbeat, of a pretty awesome band. We did a lot of shows. We never really became that famous, but it supported me. Life was awesome. Boo’s, drugs, sex, and music. Once again, I was on top of the world.
I met some awesome guys, but it seemed like “boyfriend” wasn’t even a term anymore. You where either sleeping with him, or you weren’t. I guess I started judging boyfriends by less and less of the evenings we had, or the dinners we went to, but by the pleasure factor. When your standards drop, so do the guys you date. I didn't care. Nothing I ever did seemed to last, especially men, so I enjoyed every second while it lasted.
My climax of power lasted through my early twenties. It was when I turned twenty four that things started turning down hill. Our little band was having issues. Drugs had never been a problem before, we where all on them. Some of us ate them for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. At first I had my hooks, but like everything else I did, I grew bored with them after a while. Cocaine scared the living holy hell out of me, and I promised myself to never ever do it again if I lived. I got my kicks from Mrs. Mary Jane when I was stressed, and good ol' E when I wanted to have fun. That was about it. But our lead singer as going through some family issues, and ended up going on a real bad trip. He fell apart. I honestly don't know what happened to him. Maybe he died, maybe he went somewhere to get better, I just don't know. He told us about the rats, and the talking coffee mug, and that was the last I ever saw of him.
Bobby wanted the rest of us to pull together, and get over anything we where on. Good old Bobby. I miss him the most. We, the band, had a lot of fights over this. Naturally our lead singer, the Big H junkie, wasn't giving anything up soon. I tried to play the peacemaker. 'Guys, it's just about the music' But sadly, after three long years, we fell apart. They dropped like flies, just like my friends had. I still played gigs, went to clubs. But a part of my died with my band. God, I miss them. I had been going on tour, and was to embarrassed to go home to Mom and Dad and tell them about what had happened. So I played where I could, but was sloly finding out I didn't have enough to pay my rent, and also splurge for boo's and E. So I traded the only other thing I had to offer; My body. It bought me all kinds of things. I was experienced. Payed for a place to say, all the pills I could pop, and all the grass in the hills.
Things where picking up nicely, once more. But I found my standards had dropped a whole new degree. Had I really sunken so low? But then I realized, did I care? Did it matter? I had a roof over my head, parties to go to, and food in my stomach. Still, I couldn't shake the depression.
I died at a rave, an according place, I suppose. Almost ironic. I popped my smiley faces, but loss track through the night. I was so wasted. It almost didn't matter how hot my body was getting. I blamed it on the guy dancing next to me, who was wearing nothing but shorts. Couldn't complain about his bod, Mmmm Mmm! It seemed that when my overheating body slammed against the floor, no one seemed to care. But how many times had I seen that happen, and just keep dancing? I guess Karma finally caught up to me. Oh well. I just hope my parents got my Body. I owe them that much.
It wasn't long until a soul Reaper took care of me. A week, maybe? Time was frozen, the music never stopping, dancing never ebbing to any kind of halt. It was almost as if I was still alive. She promised me everything was going to be okay, I was going to a better place. I sincerely believed her. Was I really that stupid, after all that time?
Life was different, to say the least. I had a childish hope for things that couldn't be. Like I was going to change my ways. It was a huge culture shock. I was used to raves, parties, hard core music, alcohol, sex. The works. You could have imagined what it as like to end up in Soul Society, for a girl like me. I went through a long withdrawal period. I wasn't hungry anymore, it seemed, but I had some serious demons to deal with. I isolated myself from people. Dealed with an infinite amount of cold sweats and flashes, emotional mood swings that would give any shrink whiplash, and sob fests. I hid away in places. I was a complete and utter mess. Some better life I was getting.
I met him that night. It was cold. I was sobbing out near the beach. It seemed I finally had gotten over drugs, but my emotional history was getting to me. I was thinking about every guy I had been with, every show I played. In the state I was in, no wonder little things got to me so bad. Can't say any of that bothers me now. A soft, warm blanket was thrown over my shoulders. He was tan, dark hairs and eyes. Muscular, strong. "We've gotten your type before." He had said, and just like that, I knew I wasn't alone. I wasn't the only druggie in this sorry state. He brought me to his home, made me tea. Consoled me. And why? He'd seen the same things. Oh, the stories he had. I finally felt like I wasn't alone anymore, in this cold, god forsaken after life. I could talk to him for hours about my escapades, and he didn't judge me. I actually held off sleeping with him for an entire year. Quiet an accomplishment. I truly felt like there was hope for this love concept. Maybe it wasn't all bullshit.
I felt security in his arms, knowing he loved something other then what I had to sexually offer him. I wondered forever why he had taken me in, and was grateful all the same.
The scar he left was the deepest.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised. In my right frame of mind, I wouldn't have let him get in so deep. I wouldn't have let anyone in. I was weak from my misery, and my loneliness. It was one of the happiest days of my life, for I had been accepted into the Shinagami academy. It was also the anniversary of the day he saved me. I was going to make something of myself, finally. I came home early, ready to spread the news. I wanted surprise him. I bought this awesome little outfit it w- Never mind. Anyways, I was about to get all spruced up, when I heard the doorknob start to open. Well, he was home early. Oh, maybe he was planning a surprise too! I had thought. Squeamish, I sneaked into his, I mean our, bedroom.
I heard laughter. His. But it wasn't right. I peaked through the crack, and god it was like looking into a mirror of me two years ago. A real ******** slap in the face. There was my man, mine! Flirting with two bimbo's that where all over him. He was high, maybe drunk, on something. I couldn't tell you what. I won't lie, either. I couldn't suppress the hot tears. He had lied. So, so many times. Here I was, trying to escape that world, trying to be clean. Trying to start new, like he promised. What a hypocritical a*****e. I left, to ashamed to even look at him, at me. I got a few changes of clothes, and left out his window. That's what I get, though. I guess I always sort of knew. I just never wanted to believe it.
I closed off, then. I made a promise. It wasn't the first time I'd been used, no. But I had just fallen right into that one. I told myself to be strong, to never trust a man with any kind of emotion again. I would not be used any longer. I would be the user. I left for the Shinagami training academy with the clothes on my back, nothing more, nothing less. I had learned a powerful lesson, but I suppose I had to feel that pain to learn it. Otherwise, I might still be susceptible. I have absolutely no regrets.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:21 pm
Nice work. Interesting moves.
Approved.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:31 pm
Well now, that was quick. Thank you.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 7:45 pm
You moves are interesting. And I want to see you play this character well.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2009 8:01 pm
Fear not, I will play her well. Again, Thank you.
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