Omamori Kirai - Lt. of the 6th Division

Appearance: 385 words
Personality: 459 words
History: 514 words

Application meets quantity requirements for rank. No logical inconsistencies, and combat style levels are appropriate for intended rank.

The only quibble I have is the length of your history. While it meets minimum requirements, it feels ... lacking. Not that it is, you've covered the necessary elements: Human life, Human to Plus transition, Plus to Shinigami transition, Zanpakuto training, and Officer seat acquisition.

Enjoy the approval, unless there is an objection from a higher up for whatever reason.

Kirai Omamori wrote:

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Kirai Omamori

”---Are you willing to bet on it?---”

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-------------------------------------- Birth Name: Kirai Omamori Shinigami Aliases: Kōun Gender:  Male Age: 184 Birth Date: March 21st Rank Status: Semi-Elite Affiliated Division: 6th  Division Appearance: Kirai is a young man, retaining a rather youthful appearance which he takes great care in. With incredibly pale white skin he has to take the finest care of how long he spends in the direct sunlight without burning, and thus is often wearing some form of sunscreen or sun protection. He has thick black hair, all of it being incredibly straight and somewhat silky to the touch. His hair is cut short, but occasionally he'll grow it down so it nearly touches his shoulders. He has rather piercing blue eyes that are always observant. Or perhaps it would be better to say “eye”, as he only has one. The other is covered by a psuedo-eyepatch, stitched directly into his face. They eyepatch is made of a brown leather, and underneath it is a completely empty eye socket – His eye being gouged out and lost as part of a bet. He wears a small amount of jewelry, two piercings on his left ear. They're simple copper rings, and aren't very noticeable or exciting. They don't have any particular significant to him, but are simply for the sake of fashion. Likewise he generally covers the lower half of his face at most times, keeping some sort of bandana or heavy turtleneck on that hides his mouth. He tends to remove it when he wishes to show that he's smiling, but generally he keeps it up to maintain the illusion of his poker face. Most of the rest of his body is covered in a normal shinigami outfit, with the occasional black leather belt or bandana attacked as an accessory. He's extremely found of wearing leather, and does so whenever possible. He always carries around several different types of dices, as well as several coin and various decks of cards with him. These are for his games of chance and fate, and he'll never be without them. His torso and body are nothing special. He's toned, but doesn't sport a six-pack like many of the other members of the Gotei. He's naturally muscular from his training and combat experience, but doesn't particularly care about how strong he is as long as he can complete his jobs. As such he has a rather wiry appearance. Being tall and lanky with a swimmer's body, and standing at about 5'11. Personality:  Kirai is a calm man. Rather polite and friendly at first glance, he generally puts on a friendly face towards nearly everyone. With a dull smile plastered as an expression in nearly every situation he tends to find himself in. He's one that highly values manners and hospitality – Both being nearly sacred to him. To not show hospitality is one of the biggest sins in his opinion, and there's nearly nothing that can atone for it in his mind. As such he'll constantly offer foods and other favors to nearly anyone who he happens to meet, making generous offers to those who he's more or less sure won't need or accept them. To him it's entirely about the offering, rather than actually following through on said offering. Despite being extremely polite on the surface, he has a few rather strange quirks that can surface through the mask he wears. He's an incredibly strong believer in fate and chance, mixing the beliefs together into a pseudo-religon of sorts. To him everything is fated to happen, and making bets on the outcomes of fate is second nature. As such he's one who's known to constantly gamble and make bets, ofter with strangers he had just met, or over completely pointless and irrelevant matters. He's often rather unlucky with said gambling though. This along with his constant charity and hospitality usually leaves him in some form of debt. The occasional times that he does win quantities of money will often be celebrated with a party and feasible where whoever he can invite will participates in. The ups and downs of wealth leave him in a strange state, having accepted occasional humility as a part of life itself. This stems from his believe in fate, and as things go down, they also must come up. For this reason he has no doubt in that his fortunes will be reversed eventually, whether he be in fortune or poverty. Kirai is extremely fond of gambling, as well as other games of chance. Things such as card games and the such are extremely appealing to him, even when there's nothing being wagered. These “harmless wagers” are only momentarily entertaining though, and he'll usually follow up one or two will a minor bet, slowly increasing the stakes. Throughout gambling and life in general he'll sport a perpetual poker face, not letting any emotions show through the unwavering fake smile he sports. Despite his mask of happiness and kindness, he's actually a rather dull and inexpressive man. His eyes show no emotion whatsoever, and anyone who's been around him long enough will come to understand that his hospitality and politeness is merely a mask. Despite wearing a mask, it strangely seems as there's nothing at all underneath it.

  

Fighting Style

Combat Style Overview   —Shunpo Level 2 —Hakuda Level 2 —Reiatsu Level 2 —Zanapakuto Level 2 —Kido Level 2

Once Upon A Time

History: Kirai is an entirely bland man. There wasn't any particular event in his past that defined who he is in particular, which is rather strange. When still in the word of the living, he was a boring and uneventful boy. Even at a young age he would usually say nothing, speaking only when spoken too. He was to observant, and preferred to let others do the speaking for him. Because of this he would learn many things, things about others and events by observing their personality. He learned how to predict things, and would often play games with himself where he tried to predict the outcome of events and correctly guess what would happen. Because of this he would become rather interested in fate and destiny, as well as chance. Although he often lost these bets against himself it would spark a new interest in him. Quickly he would start up a hobby of gambling, as well as fortune telling an other games of chance. He would occasionally win, and occasionally lose. This would continue through out the young man's life, with pointless bets and pointless gambling occurring over and over. He never lost enough money to put him in any serious debt, and he never won enough that he could live in a life of luxury. He was stuck in what felt like an internal limbo. This would continue until the day he died. While one might expect one who participated heavily in gambling to die from some sort of debts. In reality is was much less exciting, as the young man perished from a simple murder, having been stabbed to death by a sore loser of his gambling adventures. Thus he would peacefully pass on into the next world. He accepted his fate rather readily, seeing death as simply part of life. Being quickly visited by a strange collected of souls, or something like that - He would be sent to the Soul Society. Quickly he would forget what actually happened in his life, but what happened in it would remain to affect his personality and reliance on fate. Rather quickly he would adopt the ways of the Soul Reaper, adjusting to his new life and adapt. He would train to master his inner spirit, seeing is as something that would allow him to better predict fate and see the future. Eventually he would come to learn the name of his inner spirit and master it, working together with his inner self and learning more about both himself and the world like this. Rather quickly he would join one of the new found divisions in the Soul Society, swapping around places a few times until he found a permanent spot as a seated officer of Squad 6. Through this position he would continue his gambling, having found himself much luckier in the afterlife. After a series of complicated gambling shenanigans and bets with other officers of his squad, he made enough money to bribe his superiors to allow him to take the Lt. position of his squad, where he remains to this day.