I AM Human
Basic Information:
Name: Zaquri Kasumi
Age: 201
Gender: Male
Residence: Karakura
Clan/Organization: N/A
Appearance:
Zaquri's configuration is that of an athletic twenty year old. He has several scars on his chest and back, they are from blades. Despite having these Lacerations, the tone of his skin, the natural weight and height of his body and his muscular physique proves that he is a fit man and healthy man.
He has bulging tight muscles which he doesn't hide and tends to use to intimidate his opponents or at least try to intimidate his opponents (It usually results simply in demoralization). Zaquri seems to carry a shining air around him whenever he moves, and tends to seem almost God-like in his natural stance and naturally remains odorless.
Aside from the scars on his Torso, He seems to have perfect skin. The scars on his chest however aren't the only scars he has, He also has Two on his face, one across his face horizontally and one running down over his eye and intersecting with the one across his face.
Contrary to his size, Zaquri is quite graceful, acrobatic and flexible. His size may demand respect on the spot but his movements would instill fear into those around him. He's capable of towering over most people, adding that to his build can make any average man look like a boy-scout, something men seem to admire rather than feel threatened by and women seem to adore than than go ape shit crazy for.
Zaquri doesn't care much about his appearance though, it is the product of straineous training. He keeps his body fit through such training, and doesn't care about hte condition of his body even if it were to be driven to the edge of their endurance.
Zaquri's limbs are almost as kept up with as his torso, well his arms are. He is the lazy type and doesn't care to move much, even during battle, so he tends to just stay in one spot for hours, get work done through the help of others or get it done himself from where he stands which is why his legs are a bit on the slender side.
His hands and feet are wide, his hands have long narrow fingers attached to them, the nails are roughed up and his thumb and middle finger are missing their nails on his right hand. His feet are seemingly always dirty, which is probably because of the fact that he never wears any footwear.
His face is of average size, He has a small traingular stubble at the end of his Chin, and no facial hair at all. His head hair is long, black and it has a natural sheen to it. His face seems expressionless when he is engaged in battle but otherwise he tends to show a warm smile.
His innocent looking face is complimented by his hazel eye color and his facial structure which makes him look caring even when he's trying not to be. His hair is usually tied up in the back so that it doesn't constantly distract him, although the strands of hair he fails to tie up with the rest of the hair seem to get in his line of vision every so often.
As his default clothing, he wears a black and white patterned robe, the robe itself is extremely durable and it kept close by Zaquri by tieing a white sash around his waist and over the robe.
The pants he wears beneath the robe are navy blue colored ones. They don't have any holes, rips or tears but they are wrinkly. He fashions a white ribbon out of a piece of cloth and uses it to tie his hair.
Personality:
Zaquri had a special sort of mind. He can picture systems of all kinds in three dimensions with perfect accuracy, his basic knowledge and understanding of physics and systems overall greatly contributed to this special feat of his.
The structure/system of any kind of system, computer or otherwise are all too simple to Zaquri, his belief is that you can only tell that you've mastered a system if you isolate and identify its weakest point. If you knock that out and the whole system collapses, then you know you've got a handle on it. He takes pride in his talent for doing this and uses it often despite the fact that he believes one should always delegate. Anyone with a "Gifted mind" should be able to "Get a soda from a vending machine without having to pay money."
Zaquri never takes anyone at face value, beneath the skin is desire, needs and will no matter how anyone slices it to him. This applies to words for him as much as appearance. To him there is always a subtext and everyone always has adjustments to make in this world. He continuously watches for the red flags of a conversation, he believes that what someone wants and what someone needs and what they say they want and what they say they need are all very different things. He doesn't blame one for hiding or diverting from their desires or feelings, and he doesn't really think the word "lying" should apply to anything outside of facts.
He considers it stalling, outwitting, omitting. You probably can imagine however that he is a Good liar. He has the face for it and he doesn't react at all to pressure.
He is a pure scientist, but he doesn't consider himself a scientist; he thinks himself more of a calculator. To him the world is one big calculation which is the reason he is never bored.
He isn't big on much else out of the area of math and engineering, and he is an incredibly skilled Hacker. He doesn't waste his time outside of labs and offices and outside of said environments he is quite strict, short tempered, and straight forward. He doesn't do well with other people on his own and tends to remain away from a group of people.
Your Legacy:
Your Story:
Zaquri was born in August 21st, He was the first in his family to be born outside the hospital although his family was quite small. At the age of one he was taken to his fathers workshop where he worked on airplane engines. Although his father didn't know it, Zaquri took in everything that he saw at his father's workshop and had the blueprints for the plane mapped in his head. Since he was so young all he could do was simply continue to think about it, although he wasn't able to make heads or tails of it he simply thought about it's design.
When he because three he started learning a bit about the English language, and a little Japanese and he started learning about the mathematics involved with the engine. This, only because he was obsessed with figuring out how one made such a contraption for such a machine.
It fascinated him more than anything else, he would spend all day trying to catch anything remotely relative to engines on the television and would go to the library every weekend to study physics to try and understand the true purpose of an airplane engine. In his venture he had, without noticing, become a genius in the field of math and physics.
He had known almost all there was to know about the subjects but at the time only cared about the Engine of an airplane. This obsession stopped when he discovered the wonder of the world wide web.
When he became 7 he was enrolled in school, but stuck out like a sore thumb to the teachers and his own parents. To his classmates he was simply unnoticeable. During his school years he had dropped his fascination with computers and decided to study the human psych.
He had done nothing but hovered at the edge of the school's students' social community observing and watching, trying to develop a formula to determine actions one would take. After observing many events, encounters, and interactions he decided that he was ready to test out some of his formulas. This would be the part of his life in which he figured out he was a skilled manipulator.
It was his first conscious attempt at manipulation an entire social structure. It involved an encyclopedic knowledge of class timetables and cleaning schedules, his familiarity with every portion of the school fire drill, his awareness that a particular girl had to go to the bathroom at a particular time everyday, and his monitoring of one teacher who always felt compelled to move his car whenever a more convenient parking spot became available behind the cafeteria. By using these pieces of information, and tampering with a deadlock, he engineered the disappearance of an eighth-grade boy.
Then when the alarm was finally raised he had gotten word of a strange man roaming the grounds. It was then that he eighth-grade boy had been discovered locked in the bathroom of the art-cottage.
It was soon noticed that he had a tendency to be waiting on the sidelines whenever trouble brewed, mostly by a teacher who didn't particularly like Zaquri. Perhaps his obvious isolation brought too much attention to himself, or maybe it was his placid brown gaze.
Then there was the indecent of the brawl the occurred during the baseball game, the incident in which a teacher slapped another in full view of other students (including Zaq), the sprinkler system in the science labs that turned itself on and doused the entire labs with a red jam like substance.
These incidents became more frequent and Zaquri felt more and more adept at manipulation. However, this was simply a passing fancy. After 4 years of having that school in the palm of his hand he decided that it was enough, and he needed to put his attention back on computers, a field where he had become dull and unable to properly figure out on his own. So he plnuged himself in the murky world of DRAM, SRAM, ROM, EPROM, of bootstrap loaders and chipsets, of transistors and capacitators.
With his high IQ, it was not long after that he mastered hacking and deemed himself an adept "Infiltrator". He stopped going to school since he no longer benefited from it. His parents really didn't care so long as he remained as intelligent as he seemed to be. It wasn't soon after his brief spell in the 11th grade that he discovered his fullbringer powers, the ones that allowed him to use the soul of a specific item and have it help him in various ways.
He didn't think it useful for himself at the time, but his fullbring was far more useful than he could have ever imagine. This being discovered when he attempted to hack the security systems of his father's estate, which he failed miserably, then used his fullbring to get the security systems to help him enter the house without alarming anything or anyone.
He had big plans for his fullbring after that, deeming himself simply; genetically superior and attempted to try and bring that to other people.
He decided to create what he called "Nanobiometrics". He had created a few fields including alkanethoils, ATPase nanoturbines, and ion channel switched bio-sensors. It was a fascinating new world for him, and he tried to present it to other scientists to try and convince them to help him, but he failed in his attempts; No one took him seriously and all of them simply laughed at him.
It angered Zaquri that no one took him seriously, so he decided to take it in his own hands which he seemed more than capable of doing alone. But for such a project he would need funds, alot of them. First he engineered a gene-patent scam which robbed eager investors of millions of their dollars, he was behind a handful of miracle cures which cured nothing at all, he had set up a franchise of faulty vending machines in which you put money in and it vended nothing and last he created a match making site in which you were never paired with anyone even after you've payed money to join.
Zaquri, at the time, didn't know exactly how to delegate and was quickly discovered to be behind these scams and was now wanted in America.
He hit the top of the Interpol list. With the millions of dollars he had made, disappearing was easy, he simply moved to Karakura town in Japan. He lived as long as he did because he has the ability to stop his aging with genetic manipulation and anti-oxidant flushes.
RP-Sample:
Kangen Jutsu (Fullbring) Information:
Name: Tengoku Tenkei - Heaven sent warning
Full bring source: a glove...
Terms of usage: It just happens at will
Fullbring Bond: It is the only object he used during his hacking of his father's estate.
Description: Zaquri's fullbring is a small black leather glove suited for his right hand. Upon activation his glove turns gray and and adds large metal bangles which cover most of his forearm. The bangles are weightless to Zaquri and are hard enough to resist the swing of a Captain's Zanpakutou.
Techniques:
Name: Electronic Discharge
Description: The user can discharge electricity from Tengoku Tenkei. The amount of amps discharged depend on Zaquri. The cool down of this ability is a post after being used 5 times in a topic.
Name: Metal manipulation
Description: The user can manipulate most kinds of metal, excluding the iron in someones blood and Zanpakutou.This ability has a cooldown of 2 posts after being used once in a topic.
Basic Information:
Name: Zaquri Kasumi
Age: 201
Gender: Male
Residence: Karakura
Clan/Organization: N/A
Appearance:
Zaquri's configuration is that of an athletic twenty year old. He has several scars on his chest and back, they are from blades. Despite having these Lacerations, the tone of his skin, the natural weight and height of his body and his muscular physique proves that he is a fit man and healthy man.
He has bulging tight muscles which he doesn't hide and tends to use to intimidate his opponents or at least try to intimidate his opponents (It usually results simply in demoralization). Zaquri seems to carry a shining air around him whenever he moves, and tends to seem almost God-like in his natural stance and naturally remains odorless.
Aside from the scars on his Torso, He seems to have perfect skin. The scars on his chest however aren't the only scars he has, He also has Two on his face, one across his face horizontally and one running down over his eye and intersecting with the one across his face.
Contrary to his size, Zaquri is quite graceful, acrobatic and flexible. His size may demand respect on the spot but his movements would instill fear into those around him. He's capable of towering over most people, adding that to his build can make any average man look like a boy-scout, something men seem to admire rather than feel threatened by and women seem to adore than than go ape shit crazy for.
Zaquri doesn't care much about his appearance though, it is the product of straineous training. He keeps his body fit through such training, and doesn't care about hte condition of his body even if it were to be driven to the edge of their endurance.
Zaquri's limbs are almost as kept up with as his torso, well his arms are. He is the lazy type and doesn't care to move much, even during battle, so he tends to just stay in one spot for hours, get work done through the help of others or get it done himself from where he stands which is why his legs are a bit on the slender side.
His hands and feet are wide, his hands have long narrow fingers attached to them, the nails are roughed up and his thumb and middle finger are missing their nails on his right hand. His feet are seemingly always dirty, which is probably because of the fact that he never wears any footwear.
His face is of average size, He has a small traingular stubble at the end of his Chin, and no facial hair at all. His head hair is long, black and it has a natural sheen to it. His face seems expressionless when he is engaged in battle but otherwise he tends to show a warm smile.
His innocent looking face is complimented by his hazel eye color and his facial structure which makes him look caring even when he's trying not to be. His hair is usually tied up in the back so that it doesn't constantly distract him, although the strands of hair he fails to tie up with the rest of the hair seem to get in his line of vision every so often.
As his default clothing, he wears a black and white patterned robe, the robe itself is extremely durable and it kept close by Zaquri by tieing a white sash around his waist and over the robe.
The pants he wears beneath the robe are navy blue colored ones. They don't have any holes, rips or tears but they are wrinkly. He fashions a white ribbon out of a piece of cloth and uses it to tie his hair.
Personality:
Zaquri had a special sort of mind. He can picture systems of all kinds in three dimensions with perfect accuracy, his basic knowledge and understanding of physics and systems overall greatly contributed to this special feat of his.
The structure/system of any kind of system, computer or otherwise are all too simple to Zaquri, his belief is that you can only tell that you've mastered a system if you isolate and identify its weakest point. If you knock that out and the whole system collapses, then you know you've got a handle on it. He takes pride in his talent for doing this and uses it often despite the fact that he believes one should always delegate. Anyone with a "Gifted mind" should be able to "Get a soda from a vending machine without having to pay money."
Zaquri never takes anyone at face value, beneath the skin is desire, needs and will no matter how anyone slices it to him. This applies to words for him as much as appearance. To him there is always a subtext and everyone always has adjustments to make in this world. He continuously watches for the red flags of a conversation, he believes that what someone wants and what someone needs and what they say they want and what they say they need are all very different things. He doesn't blame one for hiding or diverting from their desires or feelings, and he doesn't really think the word "lying" should apply to anything outside of facts.
He considers it stalling, outwitting, omitting. You probably can imagine however that he is a Good liar. He has the face for it and he doesn't react at all to pressure.
He is a pure scientist, but he doesn't consider himself a scientist; he thinks himself more of a calculator. To him the world is one big calculation which is the reason he is never bored.
He isn't big on much else out of the area of math and engineering, and he is an incredibly skilled Hacker. He doesn't waste his time outside of labs and offices and outside of said environments he is quite strict, short tempered, and straight forward. He doesn't do well with other people on his own and tends to remain away from a group of people.
Your Legacy:
Your Story:
Zaquri was born in August 21st, He was the first in his family to be born outside the hospital although his family was quite small. At the age of one he was taken to his fathers workshop where he worked on airplane engines. Although his father didn't know it, Zaquri took in everything that he saw at his father's workshop and had the blueprints for the plane mapped in his head. Since he was so young all he could do was simply continue to think about it, although he wasn't able to make heads or tails of it he simply thought about it's design.
When he because three he started learning a bit about the English language, and a little Japanese and he started learning about the mathematics involved with the engine. This, only because he was obsessed with figuring out how one made such a contraption for such a machine.
It fascinated him more than anything else, he would spend all day trying to catch anything remotely relative to engines on the television and would go to the library every weekend to study physics to try and understand the true purpose of an airplane engine. In his venture he had, without noticing, become a genius in the field of math and physics.
He had known almost all there was to know about the subjects but at the time only cared about the Engine of an airplane. This obsession stopped when he discovered the wonder of the world wide web.
When he became 7 he was enrolled in school, but stuck out like a sore thumb to the teachers and his own parents. To his classmates he was simply unnoticeable. During his school years he had dropped his fascination with computers and decided to study the human psych.
He had done nothing but hovered at the edge of the school's students' social community observing and watching, trying to develop a formula to determine actions one would take. After observing many events, encounters, and interactions he decided that he was ready to test out some of his formulas. This would be the part of his life in which he figured out he was a skilled manipulator.
It was his first conscious attempt at manipulation an entire social structure. It involved an encyclopedic knowledge of class timetables and cleaning schedules, his familiarity with every portion of the school fire drill, his awareness that a particular girl had to go to the bathroom at a particular time everyday, and his monitoring of one teacher who always felt compelled to move his car whenever a more convenient parking spot became available behind the cafeteria. By using these pieces of information, and tampering with a deadlock, he engineered the disappearance of an eighth-grade boy.
Then when the alarm was finally raised he had gotten word of a strange man roaming the grounds. It was then that he eighth-grade boy had been discovered locked in the bathroom of the art-cottage.
It was soon noticed that he had a tendency to be waiting on the sidelines whenever trouble brewed, mostly by a teacher who didn't particularly like Zaquri. Perhaps his obvious isolation brought too much attention to himself, or maybe it was his placid brown gaze.
Then there was the indecent of the brawl the occurred during the baseball game, the incident in which a teacher slapped another in full view of other students (including Zaq), the sprinkler system in the science labs that turned itself on and doused the entire labs with a red jam like substance.
These incidents became more frequent and Zaquri felt more and more adept at manipulation. However, this was simply a passing fancy. After 4 years of having that school in the palm of his hand he decided that it was enough, and he needed to put his attention back on computers, a field where he had become dull and unable to properly figure out on his own. So he plnuged himself in the murky world of DRAM, SRAM, ROM, EPROM, of bootstrap loaders and chipsets, of transistors and capacitators.
With his high IQ, it was not long after that he mastered hacking and deemed himself an adept "Infiltrator". He stopped going to school since he no longer benefited from it. His parents really didn't care so long as he remained as intelligent as he seemed to be. It wasn't soon after his brief spell in the 11th grade that he discovered his fullbringer powers, the ones that allowed him to use the soul of a specific item and have it help him in various ways.
He didn't think it useful for himself at the time, but his fullbring was far more useful than he could have ever imagine. This being discovered when he attempted to hack the security systems of his father's estate, which he failed miserably, then used his fullbring to get the security systems to help him enter the house without alarming anything or anyone.
He had big plans for his fullbring after that, deeming himself simply; genetically superior and attempted to try and bring that to other people.
He decided to create what he called "Nanobiometrics". He had created a few fields including alkanethoils, ATPase nanoturbines, and ion channel switched bio-sensors. It was a fascinating new world for him, and he tried to present it to other scientists to try and convince them to help him, but he failed in his attempts; No one took him seriously and all of them simply laughed at him.
It angered Zaquri that no one took him seriously, so he decided to take it in his own hands which he seemed more than capable of doing alone. But for such a project he would need funds, alot of them. First he engineered a gene-patent scam which robbed eager investors of millions of their dollars, he was behind a handful of miracle cures which cured nothing at all, he had set up a franchise of faulty vending machines in which you put money in and it vended nothing and last he created a match making site in which you were never paired with anyone even after you've payed money to join.
Zaquri, at the time, didn't know exactly how to delegate and was quickly discovered to be behind these scams and was now wanted in America.
He hit the top of the Interpol list. With the millions of dollars he had made, disappearing was easy, he simply moved to Karakura town in Japan. He lived as long as he did because he has the ability to stop his aging with genetic manipulation and anti-oxidant flushes.
RP-Sample:
Lord Claus
Started this day like most others would. In a bed, awoken by an annoying
sound, dreading the very real fact that their day may not go as well as
it may or may not have yesterday.
He was on the 86th floor of the Fakku
Engen. He lay on a bed without anything to cover his exposed body and
on the floor of his room; were several naked dead bodies, some women,
some men and some even children. Lord claus hated being a bad guy but he
hated Humans more than his idea of antagonization.
He lifted himself
off of the bed and looked around, then walked to the bathroom carefully
avoiding the bodies he looked upon as he passed and judged by giving
them a score from 1-10 depending on how smexified they looked. As he
went into the bathroom he looked around and then turned to face the
mirror. He was confused and angry, and hated the fact that he counldn't
find his clothes which was the only reason he stepped into the bathroom.
He got out of hte bathroom and instead of looking further into the
matter of his missing clothes; he used the telephone to call roomservice
and have them send the manager up.
Once the manager came knocking on
the door, Lord claus immediately opened it and grabbed the man by the
collar and threw him into the room. As the man staggered to get to his
feet because he was too scarred to react quickly enough to run into
anoter of the corresponding rooms (only because of the several dead
bodies in the room) Claus picked up the telephone from the nightstand
hear the door and threw it at the Manager; aiming it at his head. Claus
threw it with all his might so when it landed on the mans head; he was
rendered unconcious. Claus was lucky in several ways; he knew that the
manager dressed spiffy and shit to make themselves presentable to the
guests which meant they were probably wearing suits but he didn't know
if the manager was a man or woman and because he planned on taking the
clothes from whoever knocked on the door it would be a shame if he had
to dress like a female temporarily. He may not have cared about what
humans thought but he did like to look presentable to other people. He
undressed the manager quickly and then put on the black pinstripe suit
he recently removed from the man. He looked presentable in many ways but
one; his hair was all nappy and shit. One of the many things wrong with
having such long hair was it required constant care or else it would
look like the hair of a beggar. He went into the bathroom to spruse up a
bit; brushing his blonde hair and tying it in a pony tail so that his
brown eyes were revealed and the wrinkles on his face were more clear.
The suit was a bti small for him but it didn't look like it from the
outside, or at least that is what he confirmed from looking in the
mirror. He was prepared to start his day until he realized why he needed
his clothes; the black cross he carried with him was in the right pants
pocket. He narrrowed his eyes and grunted at his neglegince. How could
he forget the most important piece of proof that he is no longer a human
being? he thought carefully about where he may have placed it and then
decided that it would find him somehow anyways like it always does.
After
leaving the hotel he decided it would be nice to take the Karakura
Express station train to Fukkina springs where he decided to start
looking for bounto. He had no money to pay for the fare so security
wouldn't allow him on the train. HE would have muscled his way anyways
but he decided it would be best not to start trouble publicly.
So
instead he decided to. . . Comondeer a Freight train which was used by
yakuza to smuggle Billions of bollars; Lord claus didn't know this but
it wouldn't have stoppecd him from taking the train anyway. After
driving it for about several miles he put it on auto pilot (?) and then
walked to the rest of the cars attached to the train to get some rest.
he discovered a Large cube of money packed together and held with saran
wrap. Claus wasn't interested in money at the moment but this may come
in handy, Fukkina springs wasn't cheap. After an hour of counting the
money; he came to a stop and decided that it was more than 16 million
dollars, he decided it would be best if he hid this money somewhere else
so that no one could come and take this train as easily as he did and
take his hard earned money just to get it taken from them and so forth.
He went back to the driving car and looked trough the window
to try and
find a place secluded. As he did he started feeling a nasty feeling in
the pit of his stomach; could this be the result of his hangover? But
the answer was clear after he threw up chunks of human flesh, corn and
his black cross which was his doll. The doll remained silent, usually he
is speaking his (fear the great kon) off until Claus would release him and rough him up a
bit but now. . . The doll just lay there in its medium silent. Lord
Claus looked back up, shaking off his current action not putting much
thought into it, then noticed a big warehouse in sight. It was close to
town but otherwise; it seemed secluded. After pulling the emergency
break to bring the train to a screeching halt Claus picked his doll up,
released it from its medium and waited for it to take full form. The
doll looked similar to a man, more slender than claus
and definitely 3
inches shorter and his skin color (if you want to call it skin) was
completely black. He wore a white mask on his face which covered
absolutely nothing, literally, he had no facial features. He had a suit
and it looked similar to Clauss' but His had a tie. Claus stare blankly
at the Doll and then after grunting with disapproval of the Dolls
silence he nodded towards the warehouse which seemed 72 yards away. "Chop chop, I need you to go and scope the area out; go see if there is anyone in that warehouse who needs to be eradicated kid." Claus said as he walked towards the back to unload the money.
After
being brought into his state, the Doll felt alive and happy that his
master allowed him free reign. No matter how long the freedom lasted he
was glad to see the world through his inhuman eyes again. He looked
around and then jumped through the Train window slowly heading towards
the warehouse. He wasn't in the mood to take orders from Claus but he
saw from the expression on Clauss' face that he had absolutely no say in
what he had to do. When he reached the warehouse; he looked through a
window on the ground level and chuckled as the sight of Three humans in
the same room. In his eyes they only seemed like flickering flames with
different colors. Each of them looked green which was the same Color
Claus is in the doll's eyes. Did this mean Claus is no longer the only
person with the privilage of having a sexy beast by his side to kill off
his enemies? The Doll shook his head and then jumped through the
window, instead of landing gracefully on his feet he stomped on the
concrete ground beneath him and from that echoed a loud clap like sound
through out the warehouse. Each of the beings stood several feet away
from heach other but he stood 20 feet away from all three of them. "OH SHUGA HONEY ICE TEA"
He shouted as he noticed that he just made a lound noice when his feet
landed on the ground. He then felt disappointed in himself for failing
at the simple task of 'taking a few niggas by suprise and killing them'
so now he had to go on betraying them after befriending them. He walked
forward slowly but nervously and extended a hand towards one of the
flickers. HE couldn't tell who it was until he got close enough and
noticed the blue eyes of the Bount, that seperated him from the other
flickering green flames. "My name is. . . Alfred bottom hitch. What's your's?"
Kangen Jutsu (Fullbring) Information:
Name: Tengoku Tenkei - Heaven sent warning
Full bring source: a glove...
Terms of usage: It just happens at will
Fullbring Bond: It is the only object he used during his hacking of his father's estate.
Description: Zaquri's fullbring is a small black leather glove suited for his right hand. Upon activation his glove turns gray and and adds large metal bangles which cover most of his forearm. The bangles are weightless to Zaquri and are hard enough to resist the swing of a Captain's Zanpakutou.
Techniques:
Name: Electronic Discharge
Description: The user can discharge electricity from Tengoku Tenkei. The amount of amps discharged depend on Zaquri. The cool down of this ability is a post after being used 5 times in a topic.
Name: Metal manipulation
Description: The user can manipulate most kinds of metal, excluding the iron in someones blood and Zanpakutou.This ability has a cooldown of 2 posts after being used once in a topic.
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