Ronmaru Rioshi

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Ronmaru Rioshi

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Ronmaru Rioshi YQoZ2SN

”---"I do what I want"---”

Shinigami Encyclopedia

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Birth Name: Ronmaru Rioshi
Shinigami Aliases: "Izou"
Gender: ♂ (Male)
Age: 707
Birth Date: Oct 20th
Rank Status: Elite

Affiliated Division: 2nd Division

Appearance: Ronmaru has short, incredibly spiked hair that stops just past his ear lobe. His hair is grown unkempt, and more often than not covers one of his eyes at all times unless he combs it back. His eyes are a deep gold, similar to the material when refined and polished, and they typically seem to radiate a strange glow. His skin is tanned, the sort of body that reflects on that has spend much time working in the sun, a strange trait despite his position. His gaze is piercing, disinterested, and his expression can often come off as being detached from the situation most of the time. Despite this, there always seems to be an underlying hint of danger in his eyes, backed with what seems like a latent ferocity. His attire consist of the Shihakushō; he, however, forgoes the standard upper body attire, leaving his chest mostly exposed, litered with all sorts of cuts and scarring, showing a very battle worn appearance. He wears his haori tied around his waist, the long sleeves tied around his waist like a belt and the coat flowing behind him, though it seems short enough and made to wrap around him in a way that does not deter his movement capabilities. Notably, he wears it normally at captains meetings, and it seems to fit him more like a smug jacket than the normal appearance than a captains coat; the color of the underside is gold. He wears a black eye patch on his right eye, a scar running vertically from his face down the same eye. Notably, however, the eye patch is see through to the one who wears it, and does not hinder his vision. He has two small silver ring earrings in his right ear, and wears black boots rather than the standard shinigami tabi, with the bottom of his hakama tucked into them. On either hip he wears two identical katana, each being 63 cm in length and bearing pitch black blades with pale white hilts with octagon shaped guards.

Ronmaru is around 5'8, far from being tall, yet still seeming to stand much taller than he really is. His posture is slouched, lazy, and generally crude. He sits much the same way, often leaning back in his chair or sitting at the side of it.

Ronmaru has a very sleek yet muscular frame. His face is smooth, and his cheek bones is set to make him look very young, something that conflicts heavily with the scarring on his body. He chest is lean, yet still defined with clear muscle, his body shaped to look quite aerodynamic with it's length and distribution of toned muscle, trading size for efficiency. He bears a clear six pack, though it seems more toned than really large, and so has great definition yet still remaining sleek. One nice trait is that he has a fairly good wingspan for his height, giving him the sort of reach that could make him reach heights of someone taller than him. This hardly ruins his appearance of proportion, however.

Personality: Ronmaru is a rather straight-forward sort of person. Rather than hold back things for the sake of 'making people feel better', he generally chooses to just keep things as real as possible without messing up his own life; he figures that its better for a person to know the truth of their actions or thoughts, rather than fill their heads up with a bunch of crap that honestly does nothing but make them worse off most of the time. He loves sweets. In fact, the only thing he loves more than sweets is well-cooked meet, fighting, and women, in that order. He loves to eat, but nothing goes better than a nice steak that he had to hunt to get, combining his love for battle with his love for meat. Probably why he also has a love for women as well.

Ronmaru is the type to get into a fight if a person starts it, and will sometimes even provoke the other person to start it; however, starting a fight himself isn't his thing, unless its all friendly. He also has a thing for vehicles. It isn't just cars, but anything that can carry someone from point A to point B, and he would often stop to marvel at them, asking as many questions as he can about them. He seems to be rather prideful that, among all these bishi that he sees on a daily bases, he is a big, strong man who doesn't bother grooming their hair to all sorts of unrealistic styles; he's proud to be a rebel, and thinks that anyone that insults that fact is either crazy or stupid. He won't lash out at them, because, in the end, he knows he's right, and he also knows that they're as delusional as a kid who actually thinks they can do anything. Of course, like anyone else, he can get pretty annoyed at constant instances of bringing it up.

Ronmaru loves exercising, training, etc. When he was alive, he also tried his best to be the biggest and baddest motherfucker around, and this only escalated quickly when he got into the shinigami academy. He lifts, he spars, he does everything he can to be tough as all heck when he can. That doesn't mean he'll forgo fun for the sake of getting even more large, however, and he usually tries his best to be the life of any party; while alive he was notorious for being able to guzzle copious amounts of liquor, and this translated to his shinigami self causing a few joints to close their doors for the day; but only when he has the money on hand. He's a fairly jovial guy, despite his blunt nature, and is extremely boisterous normally, but mellows out significantly whenever he gets tired, or his fill of the beer (hangovers will do that to you).

Despite the aforementioned parts of his personality, he takes his job within the stealth force very seriously, and in battle becomes a the silent and composed assassin he would be expected to be. He is calculating there, and dissects his opponent's with surprising efficiency, constantly trying to find a way to slip his blade through their ribs. Or anything else that works to end them, for that matter. On missions he often tries his best to make sure he can reduce casualties, and whenever one poses a threat to the Gotei 13, inside or outside, he directs himself to eliminate. Most of the time.
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Fighting Style

Level (1, 2, 3)
—Hakuda
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Reiatsu
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Zanapakuto
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Kido
Level (1, 2, 3)

Once Upon A Time

History:
As a human, there really wasn't much of a change of pace from when he became a shinigami. Though, admittedly, he hasn't exactly been on the job. As a child he was a huge nuisance to anyone that weren't his parents or close friends. He was just as loud as he was now, and, because his family was pretty loaded because they had big businesses everywhere, and were a key to the cities wealth, there wasn't really anything people could do about this kid, so long as he didn't do something like kill a guy; they prayed every day that some useless idiot would get himself killed by this kid somehow so that the problem could be dealt with. From pulling all sorts of pranks on people, to stealing from stores (clearly he didn't have to, and his parents compensated for the theft soon after, but it was still damn annoying), to running a gang as a teen that shook down weak schmucks and bullied kids at school, he could be seen as a huge ass.

At the age of eighteen he was kicked out of his parent's home. It really didn't matter in the end; they never really paid much attention to him, going to meetings and the like, so he really barely knew what sort of people they were; all he needed to know was that they were still going to fund him for life, which was good enough for him.

So he got himself a nice little flat downtown, milking his parents for everything he could. It was during this time that he ran into more trouble than he really wanted to; he accidentally screwed over a construction site, causing a few buildings nearby (not cleared for construction, and were actually newly-built), to be destroyed. This was enough. His parents had paid good money to have those buildings made, and, while it did nothing to even get a passing glance from their towers of cash, they still felt that this fuck up was a little to much; it was their problem now. However, they did pay his bail, but insisted that he would spend some time cut off, and doing community services and other shit. These were some of the darkest days in the life of Ronmaru.

Now, a guy who had been getting millions and millions of dollars from his parents would reasonably not be good at anything to support himself once cut off. Right? Wrong. Ronmaru always had a thing for cars, and other vehicles, and, when growing up, had access to all sorts. He worked hard to try and be good at fixing them up (even going as far as to hire world-class mechanics to help him in his endeavor). So it wasn't surprising that when he tried to get a job at a major mechanic business (known for working on swanky cars and making oodles and oodles of stacks) and offering up a resume that stated him being taught by 'Hanza Mitsu', it was a very simple decision to hire him. Hell, even he wasn't actually good at what he did, he'd at least draw all sorts of publicity, which could only go in a good direction. And, having to actually work seriously for once, he started drinking. he just loved drinking, more than most anything else. At least, at the time. The money he got from his job was great, and many a worker would have been envious, but it was still only a fraction of what his parents gave him; sad faces were had by all.

During his time as a drunk, he went to clubs, and even took up hunting animals, just because a guy at work said that hunting was all kinds of awesome, and a man as fit as him should try it. After having his hair caught in the trees a ridiculous amount of times (yes, it was quite long at the time), he decided that having long hair was no longer for him, and it was more an Achilles's heel than anything else. His life progressed well enough, and he was starting to get the hang of everything; life without his parents bailing him out all the time. He felt that things were better, in fact, and decided that the life he had once lived was complete crap, and he wasn't going to go that route again. Ever.

Of course, just as things were going well, his group of friends from work all deciding on a large hunting trip, shit hit the fan; his friend, Rick Chevey, in his complete and utter incompetence, decided that Ronmaru was a deer. Somehow. This American was always a weird one, but this type of thing was bullshit. Long story short, Mazda got shot, and then he died. Life is a bleach.

So then some thing happened, he was a ghost with a chain, and he looked around, thinking 'what the heck happened'. A dude in black robes came up, took a sword out (since when were there ghost samurai randomly wandering around?), and, next thing he knew, he was in the middle of an area, wearing a black robe, with most the friends he went on a hunting trip with surrounding him, without robes. So...everyone except Rick died then? Nice. Then with no explanations, he was whisked off to the shinigami academy, where he trained and stuff, hard.

The shinigami academy was a major factor in his maturity. Shortly after, he found himself having his nature curbed. He seemed to always be considering 'wasted talent' by most, with his spiritual pressure showing itself to be both abnormally high and growing; there were even instructors he was able to dwarf in power, though no one seemed to be able to fix that attitude of his, which lacked both focus and restraint, making all that power more a reliability. It was during this time that he was handed over to several captains to learn from, with one in particular, the 2nd division, having a captain that was stern and unrelenting, eventually shaping him into the more efficient assassin he was today, with his heightened power and refined skills making him the obvious successor to the 2nd division once the former captain lost his life in battle.

Shikai: Ronmaru's particular example was a very different case. One day, he found himself relaxing, continuing his drinking habits, to which he had become quite known for. He could kinda call this an accident, as in this particular drinking binge, he was overwhelmed, causing himself to fall unconscious. There, he was met with a world washed with gold light, and his body was seemingly standing on nothing at all. There, he saw the faces of two very attractive women, one seemed to be crafted from pure white energy and the other black, nearly identical save for those minor differences, with an ageless beauty. There, he learned the name of his most trusted allies, as well as finding one of them scolding him for his bad habit while the other praised him for being able to last so long; it was as if he found his conscious, the angel and devil on his shoulder.

Bankai: His bankai was a much more serious affair. On a mission to eliminate a man that attempted to uproot the gotei 13 from the inside, he found himself ambushed, his cover blown by the unfortunate inexperience of a new member of the assassination force. While it wasn't typically the type of mission that required the top brass when he was told, he was soon confronted with the former lieutenant of the force, who was working to do the same for his own agenda regarding power; the man was considered deceased before, vanishing in a mission. Though really he felt only revenge for the man that he was sure to replace him. Nearly losing his life many times, he awakened something in himself, the voices of his allies ringing true in his ears as he felt the power of his partner's surge. He found himself in his inner world again.

The battle between his zanpakuto and himself lasted what seemed like days, but eventually he had outmatched the two, in what would be record time, before returning from the world a new man.

Those men lost their lives that day, and confirmation of the former lieutenant's death the next.