“I’ve got eyes in places you wouldn’t even imagine.”
“Something tells me you’re worth the trouble, but am I willing to gamble on you?”
“Touch the cats without consent and face their punishments..”
“You dirty my wares, you buy every single one you placed your filthy hands upon.”
“Noted.”
Character Name:
Emi Shun Kurochi
Actual Age:
357
Physical Age:
23
Race:
Deceased
Birthday:
June 16th
Gender:
Female
Height:
5’2”
Weight:
98lbs
Blood Type:
O-
Affiliation:
Gotei 13/Seretei/Soul Society
Profession:
Shinigami/Medic/Pharmacy Attendant
Title:
Shinigami/Pharmacist
Position:
5th Seat
Division:
4
Base of Operations:
Soul Society/Seireitei/Tiger Pharmacy
Notable Features:
Emi is inked up with a long serval serpent, wearing the permanent portrayal proudly. She’s unsure when she got it by this point, but considers each line a treasure even so. However, her attire usually hides this rather unusual marking, for her duties don’t require her to be as promiscuous as she can be.
Personality:
Emi isn’t one for long explanations and has a hard time wrapping her head around how easily offended people get when she only looks in their general direction. Her preferred conversation length is little to none, if she could speak with eye movements she would. All around she likes to be left to her own devices. She doesn’t care much for moving, and to see her run anywhere let alone walk is a rarity in of itself. However, when something justifies the reason to get up and do something, she won’t quit until it’s done. But without a reason, she is rather stagnant in her routines.
Emi is ironically a fan of the cold, as the warmth of others makes her feel trapped in an oven. Trusting people isn’t her strong suit, so she trusts her cats to help and keep an eye on her and her clientele. Being outside isn’t always her favorite; the only exception to this is when she spontaneously decides to sleep on a roof. She is fond of escaping to wherever she can hide if things begin to look overwhelming, finding the furs of her feline companions more comfortable than the prattling of others. Voices overlapping one another gives her discomfort, reminding her of a crowded streetway.
She doesn’t care much for interaction, but if she were to have a friend, they’d know how to read her even when she hides everything she can. She even goes so far as to stache things in every crevice she can find, not a very amiable trait. Her room is filled with kittens, she trains many of them to be good little housecats. It’s funny how an afterlife has its share of pests. Once they have grown up, she hastily gives them away because aging is terrifying.
Emi hordes books, not that she reads much but she likes them as they fill a small void in her. Something she doesn’t discuss often is her books, and it’s best not to mention them as a horde. If interested in discussing them, it’s advised to pick one out. Otherwise, she may be likely to shut down and close up shop for the day.
Reiryoku Level:
Great Spiritual Power
It’s not all that much to look at, but the amount of spiritual energy Emi possesses could be compared to the illusion of a puddle. Rather low and unimpressive on the surface, but try to step into it and it becomes much deeper than originally speculated. Of course, her mastery of its use allows her to conceal this little secret of hers quite well. Her spiritual power gives off a sense of being watched, but no matter how many side glances are had the feeling isn’t shakable. To stave off the unsettling icy gaze that her peers may feel, she compresses it heavily. At the moment she has anxiety to show her spiritual power to anyone; however, if ordered to, Emi would show her captain and only her captain. While not harnessing the power she wields to a full extent, she seems to get by without exerting it unnecessarily. Given her duties so far, she hasn’t a reason to exert such a force onto anyone. Suppressing the need to implement it within her daily life, she keeps such knowledge of this well to herself if she can help it. Emi has a great control over her wiles, and doesn’t abuse the gift of such influence to impose or intimidate her fellow shinigamis.
Sensing Reiryoku:
Novice
She holds a lack of blatant care to other beings, and avoids looking too deeply into any individual she comes in contact with. She will put up a fight or flee depending on her mood and how the individual makes her feel. But considering how much she peers around corners and takes note of everything, one would think she’d be better at picking up the nuances in others.
Reiryoku Control:
Mastered Control
Studying in between her tasks with Tiger Pharmacy, Emi has found a more soothing way to train without bothering too many people. Sitting within the spa area, specifically the small zen garden she has set up, she will meditate for long periods of time. Initially bringing out the full force of her Reiatsu, only to go into deeper and more complex manevuers as time progresses. She’s learned to wrap her Reiryoku around objects, mainly using the small felines for initial practice before she attempted to wrap around Sona or Beraham. She doesn’t try to muffle their Reiatsu’s, but instead coat the outer tinges with her own to truly give the effect her spiritual power has a perfect environment to exist. This doesn’t bother them, but Emi knows she would unsettle anyone she might try this on. So, she doesn’t know how it would work on others, but it would be a lie to say she isn’t itching to find out.
She has strained heavily to hide her Reiryoku from everyone imaginable, never releasing such suppression of it as she wishes to go unnoticed. The common occurrences where she does release any kind of lid on it was to scare off any dogs that surround a kitten, or during her meditations. She’ll intimidate the ever-living crap out of some mutts to rescue a cat from the streets. Aside from these seldom occurrences, she has shown little interest in using her spiritual power for any kind of offensive action. Thankfully, her job doesn’t require such force; yet.
Reiatsu:
Specialist
She wouldn’t say she’s a connoisseur when it comes to her Reiatsu and at most times she tries to suppress the constant release whenever she can. The release is nothing impressive when compared to a captain, but who’s to say she wouldn’t take one on even still. Given the effect of her Reiatsu, she avoids people entirely when letting off a little steam. The feline friends she surrounds herself with don’t seem bothered by scopaesthesia and feel more comforted by it then paranoid. Her mind is more at ease away from the contact of peers, but considering her duties it cannot be helped.
In the line of healing, if a patient happens to get on her nerves... Well, it may soon feel as though the eyes of hundreds now focus on the squirming maggot she has to tend the pitiful wounds of. But, hopefully, that’s not something that will arise on a common occurrence. May her icy gaze be enough to silence the whining and stiffen the wriggling, or so help that poor soul.
Reiatsu Color:
Icy Blue
Reiatsu Shape:
Cat’s Eyes
Emi becomes to be surrounded by a daunting haze with eyes peering through the aura, shifting in and out of existence. She watches everyone’s movements, and her reiatsu reflects such qualities. The eyes seeming move with any individual that looks upon her Reiatsu, however will shift to match where Emi looks if she’s enraged. Her constant awareness about people in her vicinity leaves nothing to be missed.
Reiatsu Effect(s):
Scopaesthesia 〜 Keeping her Reiatsu under wraps makes it rather obscure to most as to what her Spiritual Pressure is like. Under normal circumstances, most people don’t tend to be paranoid, or glancing over their shoulders as some looming but undetected threat lingers. However, Emi’s niched reiatsu is solely about instilling such a notion; even in the most confident individuals. The seireitei is safe, right? Her ability to stir up such a question makes her uncomfortable expressing her reiatsu freely around others, as a medical professional she can’t be making patients’ vitals and emotions act up. Though if someone bothers her, and aren’t in some sort of unhealthy condition, she may snap these values in two in order to get rid of them.
Reiatsu Type:
Standard Type
Zanjutsu Level:
Expert Swordsman
She wields a short Tanto as a backup measure to scare off wannabe thieves and troublesome children, as well as an added measure to pin patients with. The blade is one of her closest possessions, nothing could come close to it in terms of importance. Due to her valuing the blade so, and the length of it makes for easy concealment. Due to how small the blade and she are, Emi has adapted to use the blade in such a manner it could be compared to dance. She is as elegant and light on her feet as a feather in the wind, swirling and twirling with it in precise but fluid motions. However, she only uses the blade as a last-ditch resort. Emi is prone to go a little overboard on violence and vengeance so she prevents any such encounters as much as possible. She would rather use her words or her fists to get out of anything before she would ever draw her blade. Even so, over the past three centuries, she’s had training with it in the few and far between time gaps at work; even before she was brought to the academy.
Known Techniques:
Senmaioroshi
Hohō Level:
Shunpo Practitioner
She had previously learned here and there from clientele, and from observation but she was yet to be trained. That was until they found her one day. She learned slowly to Shunpo, having difficulty finding any enjoyment in the activity. Emi did put forth the effort to learn and possibly master the trade but to no real avail. Aside from vigorous training on her own part, trying to move farther each time but lacking the desire to. Some part of her wishes she had the motivation to go farther and faster but there was nowhere she would rather be than with her kitties. But chasing after cats help her keep up the practice; not to mention running off thieves and children.
Known Techniques:
Hakuda Level:
Combatant
While she may not be most versed in the style of fighting that is Hakuda, Emi is very accustomed to beating off an opponent with just her hands and some swift movements. As, when confronting a troublesome customer, drawing your blade can only lead to more trouble. Now if one is warded off with just her hands and not her blade, they may think twice about returning to stir the pot. She isn’t very intimidating to look at but prides herself on keeping a clean establishment.
Obviously, if she were to seek the continued training outside of the academy, she may skyrocket quickly. Training her cats comes with the additional necessity to be able to throw down a lion. Trust her when she says she can throw down two because they want to play any chance she’s free. There are few breaks for Emi in the world of business and cat management.
Known Techniques:
Taketonbo
Kido Skill Level:
Specialist
Once the academy got ahold of her, she trained her heart out in an attempt to master an art that seemed to allude her. After having lived such a normal post-mortem life in rukongai for so long she couldn’t imagine just a spell doing things, but she gave it a whirl. For a while, it didn’t catch on, and Emi tried to do this day in and day out. Once she bolted from sleep and screamed a bunch of gibberish in her half-awake consciousness. It didn’t help when it seemed like the basics weren’t working in her favor. A disheartened Emi nearly gave up the chase for kido all together but found a sincere love for Bakudō. It didn’t help that she was trying to pursue Hadō the majority of the time, but the drive to be direct in someone’s suffering didn’t quite fit her. Though, she had wished for at least one as a meaning of offensive action.
She continues training outside of the academy, learning healing Kido to help her with her newfound duties in the 4th division. She’s only learned a couple of Bakudō, but the ones she’s got are much tougher to break through than the average practitioner. Since she has such a small arsenal, her focus in training them to perfection has led to these select few to be quite effective when in use. There are Bakudō that Emi could learn, but seeing them mostly be for knocking people out she has refused to learn more than one. To Emi, it’s easier to sedate someone with a syringe than the use such a technique. There are a few that she would like to learn, and still practices in secret even though they may be far out of her reach.
Known Spells:
Kyokkō,
Tsuriboshi,
Hakufuku
Goyōgai
Skills and Abilities:
Cooking and Cleaning:
Comes with the trade of running the Tiger Pharmacy and Spa next door to it, there’s always work to do and she can easily find herself busy within either of these tasks. She wouldn’t call herself a master but she knows enough and even some tricks to boot. Her cats aid her with running the facilities she oversees, and she hasn’t had a need for another set of hands yet.
Cat Training:
Having complete faith in the cats she collects, she trains many cats to help with pharmaceutical duties and even to venture with the shinigami if they so choose to pick one for companionship. She even prepares housecats to tackle the mice and other pests that some of the residential folks may have. She would say she’s more akin to the cats than to her fellow tenants.
Expert Anesthesiologist
A long term understanding of anesthesia has provided Emi the understanding of how to best alleviate the pain of almost any wound or complication. She has the right to stay by the side of anyone going through surgery big or small, duty-bound to make sure they stay as pain-free as possible. While Emi is normally opposed to opening up to people, she will do her utmost to provide comfort to the injured.
Expert Neurologist
A neurologist is a medical doctor that specializes in the study, diagnosis, treatment, and management of injuries, diseases, and disorders of the nervous system. The nervous system includes the brain and spinal cord. But on top of the muscle capacity, she tends to delve into the thoughts and emotions as well; trying to mend what she can. She may despise people and social contact, but she doesn’t enjoy unnecessary pain.
Adept Massuese
With the sly chance anyone should ask, she does know a good deal about getting the knots and twists out of a battle-worn body. She doesn’t do this for anyone, and won’t take it as an order unless it’s from her captain. A massage isn’t a medical necessity unless extreme muscle tear has occurred, though she can be bribed for one and will give anyone she deems worthy of it. Depending on the person, she could give a very harsh but effective massage or a slow and longer-lasting remedy. Emi gives her cats muscle therapy after their training sessions.
Master Physician
Years of training have Emi in tip-top shape for anything that could be brought into the door, however, the better talent is when she’s on the field. If a case is ever phoned in over her Denreishinki, then she can swiftly pack a satchel up of ten vials to treat any present. Once departed though, it’s unlikely she’ll be able to return if the report was wrong or miscalculated. These cases tend to put her skills to the test, high-risk patients treated first, and others are given smaller doses to tend to their pain. Though in a perfect world, she’d have everything needed to treat everyone; reality tends to veer much differently.
Expert Rotisseur
Unfortunately, the felines of the household are accustomed to eating meat at this point so Emi has also dived into the regularly unnecessary consumption of meats. Doing so has promoted cooking meats of all sorts in various ways. From roasting and braising to broiling and grilling, Emi does it all.
Equipment:
Denreishinki,
Gigai
Cat treats:
To help her draw out the more feral street cats and kittens; the larger cats aren’t so happy about these tiny imitation meat flecks.
Inventions:
None Yet
Zanpakuto Name:
Kiken'na Chishiki
危険な知識
”Dangerous Knowledge”
Zanpakuto Appearance:
Zanpakuto Spirit:
In a tower she sits, residing upon disorganized books and tomes. Her blue pelt rising and falling with each breath that passed parted lips. Glowing white pupils were dilated in peace as they skimmed through the contents of the top-most tome, turning a page with a large paw every few moments. A sphinx resides at the top of a tower, alternating between them as time passes.
A docile beast when left alone, however, Chishiki will attempt to crush Emi whenever they meet. The first meeting was more hostile than the rest, as she attempted to suffocate the woman initially. Now, all that Chishiki attempts to do is make Emi a pillow more so than anything else at this point. They don’t talk all that much to each other, but when they do it’s minimalistic. With similar characteristics, they seemingly get along; to a point.
Inner World:
A world littered with towers as nature attempts to reclaim them, the sky seems to be bright but is clotted with the buildings. A realm of tranquility that drowns in silence only broken with the flapping of wings or the crinkle of a page. The trees remain in autumn and the structures ever colder having been made of stone. `
Release Phrase:
なぞなぞ, 危険な知識
”Nazonazo, Kiken'na Chishiki.”
[sub]'Riddle me, Dangerous Knowledge.'[/sub]
Shikai Appearance Shift:
The blade itself can most easily be described as a ‘cat ‘o nine tails’ as it becomes many thin strands that knot at the end. Each cord gains small but varied engravings along its surface and is as thin as a centimeter in diameter. These strands can be used as their appearance would elude to. Emi would prefer not to do anything that would require the usage of her Shikai if she can help it, as she reserves its use for medical reasons or for that special someone that happens to tick her off. In the latter’s case, she will happily bring down the punishing effects her Shikai has friend or foe they will taste the flagellation.
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Shikai Special Ability:
Causes the user’s blood to thicken and morph into a black ooze once drawn from her hand, bonding it with a numbing agent and hallucinogen. Any surface that this grime happens upon will causing it to latch onto any surface with difficult removal. Once unsheathed, Chishiki will periodically drip blood from the user’s hand down her ‘cat o nine tails’ and onto the floor where pools of the muck will gather. This slow blood loss is something that Emi, as one in the medical field, monitors to a near specialty. The bonded ooze infiltrates the mind upon contact with anyone Emi deems suitable. However, this highly transmissible affliction can not only be passed to opponents but can also affect herself and those she deems friendly. The afflicted foes will soon dive into delirium in stages, friendlies will experience some bliss, and Emi gets a little bit wilder when coming into contact with it herself. All parties experience a numbing effect when said ooze initially comes in contact with the skin.
For foes, the first stage is visual distortion. The ground and sky feel like they're tilting on you, colors begin to look off hue, the world begins to add dangers that aren't real. The second stage is the corruption of thoughts. Doubts begin to flood the mind, there are ideas of self-harm or harm to any around the afflicted person, and rarely does the individual start to have body dysmorphia. The last is memory substitution. If it comes to this point, there is no turning back. Memories are a hard thing to corrupt, it takes time but the seeds are sown. The lesser memories are touched first; maybe daily routines, the path leading to this point, or things like names and numbers. Deeper memories, things from childhood, or people that were once important begin to distort or fade. In the last quarter of this effect; important memories are tainted and twisted, loved ones are scrubbed and replaced, there is even vivid memory substitution if it goes too far. But, if it does get this bad, the effects could be permanent if not treated swiftly. Emi has full control over what is affected in this process, but can only revert it if assisted by friends and family of the afflicted.
To assist the spreading of all this grime, Emi can place the tail in a pool of the blood that’s been dripping or spilling everywhere. Once coated, she may perform an elegant dance or fling the substance wildly in any and possibly all directions. To reiterate, the blood itself is highly hallucinogenic to touch; coming in contact with it will not harm your body but it will spread along any flesh it touches to disable brain impulses from reaching the site. This is a sort of numbing agent as the hallucinogen seeps through the pores and back up the nervous system. Say a hand is covered, it won’t be moveable until Bankai is activated. This can also be suitable for Emi as an anesthetized area will not be able to tell if damage has been done; especially if an opponent doesn't take time to notice. This can lead to fatigue by blood loss for her opponents if the wound is deep enough. Also, a wound in a covered area pushes the ooze into the body and allows for more numbing to occur internally at a faster pace than if no laceration occurs.
In turn, this ability doesn’t hold such adverse effects on those Emi deems to be of the friendly nature. Instead, the hallucinogen is somewhat nullified to only give the sense of peace washing over the nerves. The numbing agent has the same effect of tricking the body that it hasn’t taken as heavy as damage but gives the wound a stimulant for any healing process required. This shortens the time span for wounds and can even make large disfigurations heal at a breathtaking pace. This won’t be an instantaneous remedy, but it comes close enough to one to be notable.
However, touching this sticky slime herself turns up the giggle factor in Emi’s mind. She may not hallucinate like her opponents, but she does start to have a quickly diminishing sense of danger. While she would rather avoid getting any on herself, there are times where it cannot be helped. Though this may spell danger for the young doctor, as Emi will start to lose track of the blood loss that she kept diligently before. If an opponent does not anger her or yield after a certain point she will forget that she’s bleeding due to the numbing agents and will eventually collapse after some time. Sedating is her utmost priority when fighting, but under such an influence she can easily forget her morals and aim for the kill.
First stage example:
Likes:
Books, Kittens, Lollipops, Rooftops, and Silence.
Dislikes:
Verbal interaction, confrontation, and loud music.
Hobbies:
Sleeping, caring for her kittens, and being in random spots for no reason.
Favorite Foods:
Sticky rice, Cookies, and Ramen.
Favorite Color:
Lemon-Lime
Dream Opponents:
Five Rice Bowls in One Sitting
Little Secret:
Emi has a small black market for cat-related services, and some added goods to boot. The sales help her feed her cats, as well as get cute decorum for the spa area. But she doesn’t actively promote this, and will only tell those she trusts. The market has it’s share of sales and discounts, but not many realize that.
A list of her 15 cats
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Hope
Biography:
When Life was Rough
In a bustling village of prim and proper folks lived a small child whose family was modest. She was an only child, and her parents did all they could to provide for her. They wished for their child to reach heights that none before her could; thus putting her through rigorous training. She studied for hours into the night, trained through sweltering sunshine, and broke many bones to pine for a life she had yet to discover. Her parents were unrelenting in how she lived, even planning her meals and scheduled her sleep. The child, however, could only think of pleasing her parents and did all she could for them. The family thrived and was happy; save for the bouts of anger from their heritage. One day, Emi stumbled upon a mistreated stray cat. Thinking nothing of it, she passed by with a small dose of guilt. Every day she passed this cat, every day did it grow weaker and more sickly. Eventually, a storm rolled in and she found herself searching for this cat for hours upon end. No creature was so damned that it couldn’t have love; after all, she had the love of her parents to shelter the cruelty of the world. Upon finding the mangy feline, Emi brought it home and cared for it without the permission of her parents. However, once they found out, they threw the cat back into the alley where they deemed it belonged. Emi, wrought with anger, broke down a wall in the home once she found out. It took her three days to find the feline, to which she ran away from home for a while. Living on the streets for about a month or so; she ran into a gang of scoundrels. Well, they caused a lot of ruckus in town, but they weren’t evil. At least, when they brought her in from the cold nights she didn’t think of them as such a vile term.
Calamity falls upon the Unprepared
She stayed with the ‘mostly’ hospitable hooligans for roughly a year before her folks drudged up to the door demanding their child’s safe return. She left with the promise to return when she could, and never really did. Her parents took away everything she accrued that they could; with the exception of the ‘plague in her skin’ as they called it. She looked at the tattoos with pride and scorned her gaze whenever in their vicinity. Eventually, the tension broke and they sent their daughter of age 19 to go train in the mountains. In their eyes, there’s no way the fallen grace of Emi could match the task of bracing the wilderness. They hoped she would be killed, Emi hoped to regain the trust of her parents by succeeding. She ventured forth, begrudgingly, without any word to her temporary living or past friendships. Emi felt at ease knowing she’d have another shot to prove herself to her parents; to show them she was someone to be proud of. It took Emi two and a half years to survive comfortably in the cliffs and forests, she felt ready to show her parents the progress and maturity she had acquired. By the time she returned to her hometown, her parents were coddling a new child. A child to replace her, as she found out. They had sent her to be slaughtered for failing to meet their expectations. In a heartbroken rage she ran towards the only other home she had known; a scummy gang she had freshly joined before leaving. She had a room, and her best feline friend lay there in wait all this time. However, things went even more south as she neared the entrance. With a slice of the throat, her friend and home vanished. Emi set out through tears to be as far as she could from the shoddy village. Her travels landed her in the middle of nowhere. She bade her life goodbye in the fields and trudged until her feet could walk no more. A starved Emi ate the premature plants and lay sick in the fields for a week before expiring. Her body was recovered by the farmer of the field and brought back the village she came from. Her prior teachers took pity of her and erected a small shrine of the school grounds; considering her outstanding performance in school and desire to pursue all knowledge, they hoped she would be someone the students could look up to.
Society of Souls, Right?
She awoke on the outskirts of the town being prodded at by children with a stick. Her blonde hair was undone and frayed about on the floor. She looked downright ragged and could really use a bit of a wash. The little ones scurried to their safe distances, she sat up with a stretch and watched them. They seem rather frightened of her and she couldn’t puzzle out why.
“Is that how you wake up your mothers? For shame.”
They came closer to such a comment as they for sure did not wake their mothers like that and would have all their little voices heard. She made friends with them before they brought her to the small soul society she awoke to, greeting concerned faces with a handshake. She asked the lot to keep down about her sudden appearance as she didn’t recollect how she had managed to get here. They skimmed past the topic and soon enough she was given some busywork to occupy herself. Sometimes she got weird training exercises from the children to do on her duties, breathing exercises, and mental ones too. They were off to an academy which she was too old for school now but had fun learning the quirky things they brought home. She’s worked tirelessly to avoid the higher seats and get out of any kind of testing. Maybe her place of residence was just normal looking enough to avoid being noticed, but for how long will that last?
Caught like a Mouse
The one time she didn’t let up a chase on some troublesome children, she ran smack dab into some shinigami. In a panic, she fled the scene but to no avail. They were on her trail hotter than a dog to a bone. Being how much she hated to flee unnecessarily, Emi turned herself in and talked to the one type of people she didn’t enjoy seeing about. They always looked stuck up to her, and obviously none of them ever looked her way either. She didn’t have much to say to these pompous maniacs. All she told them was that she helped run a shop and chased off some kids. She did admit to pursuing them a tad too long, but when they try to gorge their faces into one of her cakes she does go a bit stir crazy. They gave her the choice of giving up the kids’ names, to which she refused. Emi wasn’t giving these guys an inch, which blew up in her face. She ended up training in the academy for a time. It was refreshing to see school halls again at her age, but she had to leave her cats unattended for more time than she would have liked. It took a while to get down all the basics, but when she left her feline friends were all waiting. They cat-piled onto Emi, and hopefully, she wouldn’t ever have to leave them that long ever again. Doubt struck her, as she was now a fully-fledged Shinigami, but she wanted little to nothing to do with them. Emi wasn’t fond of strangers and preferred the company of her cats over people. But, cats don’t have money, and being broke won’t buy anyone the luxury of food. She had yet to receive any kind of orders aside from tending to Tiger Pharmacy and nearby Spa. She didn’t even know anyone quite yet, but she knew was which division she hailed to; fourth.
Character Appearance:
