Yuri Aoi - Death

Subject: Yuri Aoi - Death Fri Oct 31, 2014 1:15 am

Shinigami Template

Sa Yuri

”---All returns to Dust---”

Shinigami Encyclopedia

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Birth Name: Yuri
Shinigami Aliases: Aoi, Sa, The Grim Reaper, Death, Angel of Death.
Gender: Female
Age: As old as life itself
Birth Date: N/A
Rank Status: Elite

Affiliated Division:
Captain Commander of the Gotei and Division Commander of the Operation Division.

Appearance:

Praised as beauty in her own unique way, Yuri has a mature schoolgirl look about her. Her attire of white t-shirt, black blazer and navy knee high skirt with black stockings further emphasizes the look. Yuri has long black hair that reaches down to her spine. Her hair is usually kept in two ponytails by two darkblue ribbons. Her fringe is parted to the one side to reveal he dark Hazel eyes. The rest of her eye is covered (does not restrict her vision) by her dark Raven hair. Her skin can be compared to the softness of a white Arum Lily, though feint scars lie hidden here and there her otherwise clean skin is healthy and on some days glowing. Standing at 170 Centermeters tall, she would considered taller than the average women in Soul Society. She weighs a dainty 48 kilograms but never let her small size and weight fool you. She is hailed as the physical the strongest person in Soul Society.

Yuri lacks the apparel of an average Shinigami. She abandoned the Gi and Hakama and opts for the school like uniform stated above. Everyone carries some sort of mark to symbolize their insignia. While most simply have the mark embezzled or sowed onto their clothes, Yuri has a small badge on her blazer. The Actual symbol is hidden as a stopper. The actual visible symbol is a small white rabbit face. Though she seldom carries around the White Hoari of the 1st division. The blood stained and tattered cloak is carried over her shoulder, or tied on the sheathe of her sword. Yuri, does not betray the reputation of the First Born. Often having a fierce expression on her face. However those who have been around her understand that is her calm and usual expression.

She doesn't look too different from when she was a child. If one were to see a picture of her then and now, would without a shred of doubt identify her as one. Shorter in both height and a above shoulder length hair. The same, fierce bored expression on her face. Though back then she wasn't no shinigami captain with her insignia and cloak. Back then she carried around a grey hoodie but still kept her choice of clothes as stockings and skirts. Her Reiatsu if it were to be defined by a color would appear as a dark navy blue. Her Zanpakuto is usually carried on her left hip or in her hand.

This however is once again the old appearance of Yuri . She has since greatly matured into a beautiful and sexually appealing lady. She stands much taller, at the height of near 178cms. Taller than most of the oriental men in Soul Society. Often serving as an intimidation factor among women and men alike. Her hair is kept in the same fashion, twin tails tied loosely with blue. Her fringe however goes right past her eyes and bangs right down to her chest. A hindrance some people say but Yuri finds this a false statement. Her cute little ears still jut out. Instead of the old heels Yuri wears sneakers. comfortable and fashionable her flat sole shoes have been stained red some say. Her bust has grown tremendously. Being more than a handful and something of a magnet for stray eyes. Her newly formed hourglass shape gives her a strong chance of a huge success in the modelling career however the body has simply grown to be the ultimate killing machine. Bottom line she's just more mature and sexy, suck it bitches :p

It is Ironic that she does not wear the traditional attire of the Soul Reapers, the garb was in fact derived from her, black cloaks and black clothing, given a far eastern twist. However as mentioned before she tends not to wear the formal and required attire, times change and even someone like Yuri follows fashion.

Personality:

Yuri's personality was close to zero in her early stages. She was nothing but death itself. She held no personality or emotion. She simply followed orders and worked like an immortal mechanical machine. She seldom spoke only speaking when she found the need to. She was not even violent or sadistic as people might have imagined death. She was nothing more than efficient. It was better to say that her former self was nothing close to being a soul less a human. She held no pity, no remorse, no love, no hope or any emotion. There was no drive she simply did. However new rules and new structure in managing, as her form was sealed away to something more human Yuri's incarnation was given a soul and human like qualities. "Experience what my fondest of creations are like."

She was nothing but awkward, not shy but simply at loss to what these new feelings were. A stranger to socializing her methods of recruiting were nothing but comedy in early stages. She would toss candidates food and if they lunged at it with a zeal only seen in those about to die, she would toss them a sword and expect them to follow. She was rather rough around the edges, she didn't understand the fragility of these souls how they absolutely sucked in what they did. She would not understand, she had been created that way, perhaps the very embodiment of war. There had not been a stronger being than Yuri save her Creator.

Yet with patience and guidance from above Yuri began to change. In her new childish form she had things to learn too. For one it was how to socialize but also to work with her weakened state. Majority of her strength had been sealed away, now but a 1/10 th of what she was formerly capable of doing. Before, if only she had been given the command, a single swipe would leave a whole nation silent in death. Her current level she felt like she had been given a flyswatter. However this new found weakness she related to her recruits. Patiently she trained them and soon she found the fruits of her labour bearing their own. She learnt Patience, Pride and Understanding.

She learnt many different personalities over the years. However some were innate. She knew what indifference was, what it meant to reap a soul and to kill a soul. Born with it she understood what combat was the mastermind of various tactics. Not because she was the leader or the strongest of her kind but solely because she was made that way, Yuri is a ruthless fighter, punishing her opponents in every way possible. Combat is not something she takes lightly many have opposed her hoping to establish their own order and they have been crushed out of existence in this and the next world.

In a different world it is said Yuri has a sickly smell of roses and blood, her presence almost intoxicating. Here in this plane, she has a subtle and gentle scent. Flowery? No one is sure, it is simply the smell she has. Yuri can be gentle and as charitable as they come. Kindness is not something new nor is it something she is accustomed to.

Leadership. She can be stubborn unyielding. A pillar to the Gotei and the flag of their cause. Her ability to gather followers may not be the greatest but the loyalty of those she has is astounding. Trust is what she gives to her subordinates that she believes deserve. If one does not fail the trust they are rewarded. One can call her regime a dictatorship but it is not an oppressive one.

Some question her sexuality but as far as any indication goes she appears to be asexual. An emotion she has failed to develop as of yet. However there is a certain arousal she feels when she is able to release more and more her powers against an opponent that is able to withstand her.

Fighting Style

Combat Style Overview

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 is darkness is to light, so was Death to Life. Ever since the creation of the first lifeform, Death was similtaneously created. Gifted with breath but cursed with the bone, everything eventually came to an end and Death was what reaped the souls of all. First of its kind, as long as forgotten memory dates the black clad demon walked both the real and surreal plane. With a stroke of its blade it would scribe out the names on a long list. It was there when man first killed his own brethern and under orders from the highest being returning the soul of the fallen bretherern to its creator. It was there when the desert kingdom was plagued and punished, it was there when War conquered barbaric tribes, it was there when Pestilence slowly claimed lives, it was there when man dispiuted over newfound land, it was there when a nation cried out in painful torture, it was there when hundreds fell to their death, it was and is everywhere, waiting for the last grain of sand to pass through the thin waist of time.

It had many names, Death, as one would expect ; the Grim Reaper, the Angel of Death, Sa shin, Shinigami. As many names as it had it had many forms and with it came many versions. A Black Clad Skeleton, a curved blade on a staff that claimed all, a ritualisitic demon, a winged body of perfection. Some aspects of the myth hold true, clad in black, a blade, a demon, a body. Over years that pre-date memory death had many names but today death is unidentified as a lady. Ironic, if life was a beautiful lie, death was the ugly truth. One would expect an old wringled man in a suit, with a no silly business attitude and perhaps an unfitting attraction to Street fast food delicacies. Rather Death, was a relatively young lady. Aesthetically some might have found her young and beautiful but that one guesses could be the great plot twist. Life is but an appearance and death brings the truth. Death, she was named but today? She is called Yuri Aoi.

In the beginning she had been the sole agent, her work took her all over the world. The Hand would write down a name and she would carry out the deed. She would reap and take the dead to the next world, to heaven to hell. But judging them was not her job, her job was to simply part the souls from their physical bodies. To judge was Another's burden. The punisher existed in a deeper plain. Heaven was ruled by Another, her job was simply to be the soldier, to man the garrison. And for a long time she was by herself but as man and life began to prosper things became busy and as powerful as she was she was not omnipotent. More of her kind were made each given their own jobs, each their own boss. Perhaps they were 20 or so of them, so called Soul Reapers. There was no hierachy, no seniority they answered only to themselves and the Creator. Each unique in his or her own way, they weren't close nor were they enemies. In fact they seldom saw one another. Work kept them busy and on rare occasions they would see each other in their homeworld and even then simple exchanges of greetings and how many had been reaped.

Yet as time went by the individuals began to believe themselves to be gods, mistaking their duty as their pleasure or powers. Soon a few disobeyed, going rogue and doing as he or she pleased. Seeing no reprecussions all followed suit. Boundries began to break, Murder, forcefully departing the soul from the body when it was not time, the destruction of souls bad and good alike. Perhaps it was not such a good idea. For the first time Yuri had been given a different command. Strike down your fellow brothers and sisters. All were struck down, their very existence were destroyed. Once again she was the only one of her kind and the workload was once again too much. Soldiers would be needed but this it would be done differently, instead of creating from thin air this time the soldiers would be selected and be trained.

Former humans would be used. Now parted from their physical bodies they had the potential to be soliders. It was ideal in a sense, nearly all had no memory of when they were human beings. This meant they had already grown up to be an adult but as well as have a clean slate to train. It is easier to train a solider when he holds no bad habits. However not anyone could serve as a soldier. To do not choose those who drink with their hands but those who plunge head first and drink straight from the stream. Souls generally did not have to eat but there were those who had a hunger much like a growing child. These were the ones that were ideal to train to become the soldiers. One by one Yuri gathered hungry souls, travelling at first like nomads across the soul realm. Whenever she found time she would train the few she had found, how to fight and how to use the magical gifts that would be blessed upon them. As the ages passed, her students had enough experience and knowledge to gather their own disciples and train them in turn. Soon the ragtag group of Shinigami had grown to a significant number.

They settled building wooden homes, organizing into formal ranks. This was the great difference a Hierachy system, each man answering to a higher up. This way there was a system of accountability and lessening the chances of a Rogue Shinigami. Different soldiers that different strengths, dividing their roles into suborgans. The division that held Command over general affairs, the division which handled medical attention, the division that policed their own members, the division that saw to furthering the advancement of the race and the division that saw to a brutal wars that the spiritual world held. Around this time a new threat had arisen. Formerly known as supernatural beings or commonly known as hollows had begun to evolve.

Soul Reaper's and their blades worked differently at first. To say there was no binding on them, they were given a power and allowed to released at full, however learning from mistakes, weapons were no longer given to Soul Reapers. Instead they had to manifest a part of their own soul into blades and create a Zanpakuto that came in 4 forms; the sealed, the initial release of shikai, the final release of Bankai and a rarity unknown called the final form, Which Yuri had been walking around in for the past dozen centuries. However Yuri too is restricted to these rules, albiet already having access to for Bankai. Given a new mission Yuri began to form what is now known as the Gotei. As young minds tend to grow, they began to teach themselves Kidou, a spiritual art in turning their reishi into something akin to magic.

Yuri herself was unable to perform such feats but nonetheless she was proud of these youngens. There still lacks a clear Hierachy within the Gotei, and to atone for the sins of her Kin Yuri has sworn to correct many mistakes. Known as the strongest and first of her kin, she carries out her duties but she too has her secrets. The first Death that had rebelled had not been killed but Sealed away in multiple layers of realms and dimensions a lesson and punishment. Even the Deaths who had not rebelled been culled in the process. However one she did not completely destroy or at least she believed she had destroyed his soul and body. Clever he was, having ripped apart his Soul much like the humans, storing it elsewhere in his mad research. In the new era where Souls were freed and trained to be soul reapers, this wayward soul returns, having replaced his body and recovering the lost part of his soul.

Subject: Re: Yuri Aoi - Death Fri Oct 31, 2014 5:40 pm

Shy wrote:

Shinigami Template

Sa Yuri

”---All returns to Dust---”

Shinigami Encyclopedia

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Birth Name: Yuri
Shinigami Aliases: Aoi, Sa, The Grim Reaper, Death, Angel of Death.
Gender: Female
Age: As old as life itself
Birth Date: N/A
Rank Status: Elite

Affiliated Division:
Captain Commander of the Gotei and Division Commander of the Operation Division.

Appearance:

Praised as beauty in her own unique way, Yuri has a mature schoolgirl look about her. Her attire of white t-shirt, black blazer and navy knee high skirt with black stockings further emphasizes the look. Yuri has long black hair that reaches down to her spine. Her hair is usually kept in two ponytails by two darkblue ribbons. Her fringe is parted to the one side to reveal he dark Hazel eyes. The rest of her eye is covered (does not restrict her vision) by her dark Raven hair. Her skin can be compared to the softness of a white Arum Lily, though feint scars lie hidden here and there her otherwise clean skin is healthy and on some days glowing. Standing at 170 Centermeters tall, she would considered taller than the average women in Soul Society. She weighs a dainty 48 kilograms but never let her small size and weight fool you. She is hailed as the physical the strongest person in Soul Society.

Yuri lacks the apparel of an average Shinigami. She abandoned the Gi and Hakama and opts for the school like uniform stated above. Everyone carries some sort of mark to symbolize their insignia. While most simply have the mark embezzled or sowed onto their clothes, Yuri has a small badge on her blazer. The Actual symbol is hidden as a stopper. The actual visible symbol is a small white rabbit face. Though she seldom carries around the White Hoari of the 1st division. The blood stained and tattered cloak is carried over her shoulder, or tied on the sheathe of her sword. Yuri, does not betray the reputation of the First Born. Often having a fierce expression on her face. However those who have been around her understand that is her calm and usual expression.

She doesn't look too different from when she was a child. If one were to see a picture of her then and now, would without a shred of doubt identify her as one. Shorter in both height and a above shoulder length hair. The same, fierce bored expression on her face. Though back then she wasn't no shinigami captain with her insignia and cloak. Back then she carried around a grey hoodie but still kept her choice of clothes as stockings and skirts. Her Reiatsu if it were to be defined by a color would appear as a dark navy blue. Her Zanpakuto is usually carried on her left hip or in her hand.

This however is once again the old appearance of Yuri . She has since greatly matured into a beautiful and sexually appealing lady. She stands much taller, at the height of near 178cms. Taller than most of the oriental men in Soul Society. Often serving as an intimidation factor among women and men alike. Her hair is kept in the same fashion, twin tails tied loosely with blue. Her fringe however goes right past her eyes and bangs right down to her chest. A hindrance some people say but Yuri finds this a false statement. Her cute little ears still jut out. Instead of the old heels Yuri wears sneakers. comfortable and fashionable her flat sole shoes have been stained red some say. Her bust has grown tremendously. Being more than a handful and something of a magnet for stray eyes. Her newly formed hourglass shape gives her a strong chance of a huge success in the modelling career however the body has simply grown to be the ultimate killing machine. Bottom line she's just more mature and sexy, suck it bitches :p

It is Ironic that she does not wear the traditional attire of the Soul Reapers, the garb was in fact derived from her, black cloaks and black clothing, given a far eastern twist. However as mentioned before she tends not to wear the formal and required attire, times change and even someone like Yuri follows fashion.

Personality:

Yuri's personality was close to zero in her early stages. She was nothing but death itself. She held no personality or emotion. She simply followed orders and worked like an immortal mechanical machine. She seldom spoke only speaking when she found the need to. She was not even violent or sadistic as people might have imagined death. She was nothing more than efficient. It was better to say that her former self was nothing close to being a soul less a human. She held no pity, no remorse, no love, no hope or any emotion. There was no drive she simply did. However new rules and new structure in managing, as her form was sealed away to something more human Yuri's incarnation was given a soul and human like qualities. "Experience what my fondest of creations are like."

She was nothing but awkward, not shy but simply at loss to what these new feelings were. A stranger to socializing her methods of recruiting were nothing but comedy in early stages. She would toss candidates food and if they lunged at it with a zeal only seen in those about to die, she would toss them a sword and expect them to follow. She was rather rough around the edges, she didn't understand the fragility of these souls how they absolutely sucked in what they did. She would not understand, she had been created that way, perhaps the very embodiment of war. There had not been a stronger being than Yuri save her Creator.

Yet with patience and guidance from above Yuri began to change. In her new childish form she had things to learn too. For one it was how to socialize but also to work with her weakened state. Majority of her strength had been sealed away, now but a 1/10 th of what she was formerly capable of doing. Before, if only she had been given the command, a single swipe would leave a whole nation silent in death. Her current level she felt like she had been given a flyswatter. However this new found weakness she related to her recruits. Patiently she trained them and soon she found the fruits of her labour bearing their own. She learnt Patience, Pride and Understanding.

She learnt many different personalities over the years. However some were innate. She knew what indifference was, what it meant to reap a soul and to kill a soul. Born with it she understood what combat was the mastermind of various tactics. Not because she was the leader or the strongest of her kind but solely because she was made that way, Yuri is a ruthless fighter, punishing her opponents in every way possible. Combat is not something she takes lightly many have opposed her hoping to establish their own order and they have been crushed out of existence in this and the next world.

In a different world it is said Yuri has a sickly smell of roses and blood, her presence almost intoxicating. Here in this plane, she has a subtle and gentle scent. Flowery? No one is sure, it is simply the smell she has. Yuri can be gentle and as charitable as they come. Kindness is not something new nor is it something she is accustomed to.

Leadership. She can be stubborn unyielding. A pillar to the Gotei and the flag of their cause. Her ability to gather followers may not be the greatest but the loyalty of those she has is astounding. Trust is what she gives to her subordinates that she believes deserve. If one does not fail the trust they are rewarded. One can call her regime a dictatorship but it is not an oppressive one.

Some question her sexuality but as far as any indication goes she appears to be asexual. An emotion she has failed to develop as of yet. However there is a certain arousal she feels when she is able to release more and more her powers against an opponent that is able to withstand her.

Fighting Style

Combat Style Overview

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 is darkness is to light, so was Death to Life. Ever since the creation of the first lifeform, Death was similtaneously created. Gifted with breath but cursed with the bone, everything eventually came to an end and Death was what reaped the souls of all. First of its kind, as long as forgotten memory dates the black clad demon walked both the real and surreal plane. With a stroke of its blade it would scribe out the names on a long list. It was there when man first killed his own brethern and under orders from the highest being returning the soul of the fallen bretherern to its creator. It was there when the desert kingdom was plagued and punished, it was there when War conquered barbaric tribes, it was there when Pestilence slowly claimed lives, it was there when man dispiuted over newfound land, it was there when a nation cried out in painful torture, it was there when hundreds fell to their death, it was and is everywhere, waiting for the last grain of sand to pass through the thin waist of time.

It had many names, Death, as one would expect ; the Grim Reaper, the Angel of Death, Sa shin, Shinigami. As many names as it had it had many forms and with it came many versions. A Black Clad Skeleton, a curved blade on a staff that claimed all, a ritualisitic demon, a winged body of perfection. Some aspects of the myth hold true, clad in black, a blade, a demon, a body. Over years that pre-date memory death had many names but today death is unidentified as a lady. Ironic, if life was a beautiful lie, death was the ugly truth. One would expect an old wringled man in a suit, with a no silly business attitude and perhaps an unfitting attraction to Street fast food delicacies. Rather Death, was a relatively young lady. Aesthetically some might have found her young and beautiful but that one guesses could be the great plot twist. Life is but an appearance and death brings the truth. Death, she was named but today? She is called Yuri Aoi.

In the beginning she had been the sole agent, her work took her all over the world. The Hand would write down a name and she would carry out the deed. She would reap and take the dead to the next world, to heaven to hell. But judging them was not her job, her job was to simply part the souls from their physical bodies. To judge was Another's burden. The punisher existed in a deeper plain. Heaven was ruled by Another, her job was simply to be the soldier, to man the garrison. And for a long time she was by herself but as man and life began to prosper things became busy and as powerful as she was she was not omnipotent. More of her kind were made each given their own jobs, each their own boss. Perhaps they were 20 or so of them, so called Soul Reapers. There was no hierachy, no seniority they answered only to themselves and the Creator. Each unique in his or her own way, they weren't close nor were they enemies. In fact they seldom saw one another. Work kept them busy and on rare occasions they would see each other in their homeworld and even then simple exchanges of greetings and how many had been reaped.

Yet as time went by the individuals began to believe themselves to be gods, mistaking their duty as their pleasure or powers. Soon a few disobeyed, going rogue and doing as he or she pleased. Seeing no reprecussions all followed suit. Boundries began to break, Murder, forcefully departing the soul from the body when it was not time, the destruction of souls bad and good alike. Perhaps it was not such a good idea. For the first time Yuri had been given a different command. Strike down your fellow brothers and sisters. All were struck down, their very existence were destroyed. Once again she was the only one of her kind and the workload was once again too much. Soldiers would be needed but this it would be done differently, instead of creating from thin air this time the soldiers would be selected and be trained.

Former humans would be used. Now parted from their physical bodies they had the potential to be soliders. It was ideal in a sense, nearly all had no memory of when they were human beings. This meant they had already grown up to be an adult but as well as have a clean slate to train. It is easier to train a solider when he holds no bad habits. However not anyone could serve as a soldier. To do not choose those who drink with their hands but those who plunge head first and drink straight from the stream. Souls generally did not have to eat but there were those who had a hunger much like a growing child. These were the ones that were ideal to train to become the soldiers. One by one Yuri gathered hungry souls, travelling at first like nomads across the soul realm. Whenever she found time she would train the few she had found, how to fight and how to use the magical gifts that would be blessed upon them. As the ages passed, her students had enough experience and knowledge to gather their own disciples and train them in turn. Soon the ragtag group of Shinigami had grown to a significant number.

They settled building wooden homes, organizing into formal ranks. This was the great difference a Hierachy system, each man answering to a higher up. This way there was a system of accountability and lessening the chances of a Rogue Shinigami. Different soldiers that different strengths, dividing their roles into suborgans. The division that held Command over general affairs, the division which handled medical attention, the division that policed their own members, the division that saw to furthering the advancement of the race and the division that saw to a brutal wars that the spiritual world held. Around this time a new threat had arisen. Formerly known as supernatural beings or commonly known as hollows had begun to evolve.

Soul Reaper's and their blades worked differently at first. To say there was no binding on them, they were given a power and allowed to released at full, however learning from mistakes, weapons were no longer given to Soul Reapers. Instead they had to manifest a part of their own soul into blades and create a Zanpakuto that came in 4 forms; the sealed, the initial release of shikai, the final release of Bankai and a rarity unknown called the final form, Which Yuri had been walking around in for the past dozen centuries. However Yuri too is restricted to these rules, albiet already having access to for Bankai. Given a new mission Yuri began to form what is now known as the Gotei. As young minds tend to grow, they began to teach themselves Kidou, a spiritual art in turning their reishi into something akin to magic.

Yuri herself was unable to perform such feats but nonetheless she was proud of these youngens. There still lacks a clear Hierachy within the Gotei, and to atone for the sins of her Kin Yuri has sworn to correct many mistakes. Known as the strongest and first of her kin, she carries out her duties but she too has her secrets. The first Death that had rebelled had not been killed but Sealed away in multiple layers of realms and dimensions a lesson and punishment. Even the Deaths who had not rebelled been culled in the process. However one she did not completely destroy or at least she believed she had destroyed his soul and body. Clever he was, having ripped apart his Soul much like the humans, storing it elsewhere in his mad research. In the new era where Souls were freed and trained to be soul reapers, this wayward soul returns, having replaced his body and recovering the lost part of his soul.

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