Zafaron Uriuc (Shinigami)

The Breakdown

Name: Zafaron Uriuc

Age: 381

Male

Date of Birth: September 14
Date of Death: May 17

Height: 6'8"
Weight: 250 pounds

Division: 4th Division
Rank: Preferably Captain

Who I Am

Appearance: Zafaron is a large man about 6' 7" and weighs around two hundred fifty pounds. His body is very well toned and muscled but is not overly muscular. He has long, pitch black hair that he usually ignores. Most of the time it just runs wild and is a tangled mess. Whenever it gets too out of control he will usually slice it short with his sword. He cares little for appearances so he just wears the regular shinigami outfit. The only part of his appearance that he keeps really nice is his facial hair. He hates beards because they make his face itch but he has a large black mustache that he always keeps trimmed. His eyes are a dark grey. Years of constant exercise have kept his body strong and youthful. In general he looks to be in his early thirties.

Underneath his kimono he has a variety of scars from various battles. He has a weird habit of making designs with his scars in place of tattoos. On his left shoulder he has made a sun patter while on his right shoulder blade he has made a star pattern. He also has a large scar on his stomach that he has expanded to look like a horn.

Personality: Zafaron's personality and attitude tends to change depending on whether he is working, fighting or relaxing. When he has work that needs to be completed he is extremely serious and does not allow distractions to bother him. He also will be easily irritated by things that slow down his work progress and has been known to literally throw people out of his office if they annoy him too much. He values efficiency and often experiments to see which methods of working get the fastest results. However, he also makes sure that the quality of his work does not drop either. He also will use all the time he can to get paperwork finished, often skipping meals and pulling all-nighters until he is done. He actually hates paperwork and would rather burn all of it in a pile then actually complete it, but he works hard to get it out of the way so he can go back to training or relaxing.

When he is relaxing he is much calmer and loves having fun. He enjoys playing games and will often pull pranks on other members of his company. He loves a good joke and laughs extremely loudly. When not playing games, he usually spends his time reading books. He reads a lot of books about battle techniques and strategies but will also just read for pleasure. He does not let the small things in life get to him and will usually have forgotten about a rude comment or action minutes after it has occurred. It is very difficult to actually get him angry as he usually will just ignore those that try to provoke him.

Zafaron originally was a major battle junky. He loved battling and felt that warriors should never have ill feelings toward each other, but should instead always embrace their love of battle. However, as the war increase in length, he has become more serious towards battle. As his responsibility increased so did his realization that recklessness would cause problems to those who served under him. Thus, while he is pretty carefree when training or sparring with other shinigami, he becomes extremely focused when fighting real enemies. However, he will also keep track of his subordinates and will usually try to protect them if he can. However, he also realizes that as one of the Gotei 5's most powerful members, it is his duty to keep himself alive so he can continue to serve.

Fighting Style: Zafaron is well versed in most basic fighting styles. Over the years he has learned how to use many different weapons and his experience usually helps him decide what the best method for each specific situation is. Thus he is still a large threat even without his zanpakuto. However, it is when he is carrying his zanpakuto that he becomes a true menace. Zafaron lords over close combat and is extremely powerful. He also has extremely fast reflexes and is fairly proficient in using flash steps. However, he has difficulty with using kidos. While he can use some of the low to middle kidos, he has to use their incantations. They also are not that powerful compared to others. However, he has discovered an usual trick when attempting to use some of the higher level kidos. As he can not actually control the energy properly to form them, he instead uses the energy to detonate a small explosion from his hand. This can be used to damage his opponent or to accelerate him when necessary.

My Past Present and Future

Background In life Zafaron was the son of a Japanese Warlord and eventually took over after his father was killed in battle. Skilled at commanding men and at gaining people's allegiances, he quickly managed to amass a large army. However, despite holding so much power, he rarely used it. He mostly spent his time maintaining control of his land and cared little for the struggles around him. During the peaceful times he studied various weapons and other martial arts styles and became well known for not only his army's strength, but also for his own strength. He would usually ride at the front of his army fighting with his own soldiers during times of war to rally them. This almost led to his death when an arrow managed to get under his guard and pierced his chest. While he was not killed immediately, he was not able to fight on the front lines from then on. Instead he focused his skills on teaching others how to fight. He lived peacefully for many years after that, though never completely safe. He later died from an infection he got when he was wounded during an attempted assassination attempt.

After death he lived for several decades in Rukongai. While there he made a lot of connections with other souls and was easily accepted into his new "family". His district was relatively peaceful so he was able to practice his weapon skills in peace while at the same time having fun with the other people. He became a bit of a father figure to many of the younger children and a peacekeeper when people got into arguments. While he enjoyed his new life and loved the people around him, he constantly felt like there was something missing in his life. From having such a dangerous and exciting life, his peaceful existence felt slightly uncomfortable. He ignored the feeling for years but some of his friends sensed that he wasn't completely happy.

Eventually they began to try to persuade him to at least try to become a Shinigami. He was at first extremely opposed to the idea of leaving his home and felt that it was better to maintain his current existence. After a year they finally broke him down enough that he agreed to at least see a shinigami to see if he was even remotely qualified to become one himself. A friend's friend's friend who had many friends within the Seiretei managed to get the sixth seat of fifth company to test him. The shinigami quickly realized that, while he had very little control over it, Zafaron actually had a large amount of reiatsu. Added with the fact that his fighting capabilities were already impressive he was quickly accepted into the academy. He spent a few years in the academy learning the basics of fighting hollows and how to use his reiatsu properly. He also honed his fighting skills even further and managed to catch the eye of some of the higher seated shinigami who noticed his leadership skills.

After graduating from the Academy he was immediately accepted into 4th company due to his battle skills. As the years passed he steadily rose up the ranks until he reached his current position. He never did forget his family in Rukongai and will still often visit them. He has accepted the burden of responsibility happily and has been extremely important in the war effort. While he would prefer to just charge through Hueco Mundo killing every single Arrancar and Hollow in sight, he realizes that plans and preparation are needed if victory is to be achieved. He is still ready to fight whenever it is necessary and works hard to make sure all of his subordinates are ready for any challenge that might be thrown at them. He truly just wishes for peace so that he can once again enjoy battle, instead of having to be serious all the time.

Behind the Scenes

Name/Alias: I usually go by Zafaron, 9taileddemon or just 9tailed. Doesn't really matter to me.

Contact Info: Just PM for now.

Role Play Sample:

Zafaron spat onto the ground, blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth. He let loose an angry growl as he noticed that his vision was starting to blur. He hadn't expected the creature in front of him to release such a vicious attack that quickly. Most enemies usually had to telegraph their attacks a little, especially for ones that were that powerful. Either a charging time or some kind of movement to increase the power of the move. Instead, the monster before him had just suddenly released something huge out of its arm with the speed like that of a cannon. He looked down at the thing that was protruding from side. It seemed to be some form of a crystal made out of reishi. The originally clear projectile was slowly turning crimson as his blood seeped into it.

He stared at it closer. It wasn't a crystal, but instead seemed to be a large piece of ice. So that is why he had been staying further back while we were fighting. He was taking water out of the air to prepare for this attack. He then used his high reishi to propel it out of his arm like a bullet from a gun. Not that understanding it is going to help me that much now that it is tickling my spinal column. A wave of pain washed through his body and his legs began to buckle involuntarily. He was no stranger to agony and injuries. Heck, he usually shook them off like they were nothing more than small annoyances. But this was like no damage he had ever taken before. His whole body had almost gone into shock the moment he had been hit. Most beings would have either been killed instantly but he had managed to push himself backwards right as the icicle made impact. Even those that survived the attack would have usually collapsed unconscious.

However, Zafaron wasn't like most people. He had been through countless life-or-death battles throughout his existence and understood how to survive in battle. However, that knowledge also told him that he was in terrible danger. While the low temperature of the ice had closed up the blood vessels and now cut down on his blood loss, his organs were still terribly damaged. He wouldn't be able to withstand another attack like that. His eyes closed as he tried to decide what to do.

"Pay attention you ingrate!" A harsh voice suddenly shouted to him. His eyes opened in surprise. He recognized that voice immediately. It was his usually silent sword Havon. "If he could reuse that attack wouldn't he already have done so?" Realization suddenly dawned on Zafaron. He hadn't been thinking straight due to his injuries. He looked at his enemy closely. A look of panic was on its face and it was quickly trying to do something with his arm. Its reishi levels had also dropped significantly. That is why he was able to shoot it off so fast. It usually is an instant kill but brings down his energy and it can't be reused quickly. That means this is the best time to strike. Wincing in agony he started to walk forward, almost slipping in the puddle of his own blood.

"Thank you Havon. This is why you are my partner." Zafaron said smiling slightly. The arrancar looked at him in fear and got ready to use another attack. In reply, Zafaron quickly changed his sword into it axe form. With one flash step he cleared the distance between the two adversaries. Like the agent of death itself, he swung his axe upwards. The arrancar released a pointblank cero in its panic and crossed its arms to block the strike. Zafaron felt the cero push his body backwards but it did little damage in the face of his huge spiritual pressure. With a roar of agony and pain, Zafaron brought the terrible axe downwards. It sliced through the monster's arms before lodging itself in its skull. The arrancar stepped backwards blood pouring from its head. That one moment was all it took for Zafaron to pull the axe out, spin it around and then chop the monster's head off.
With that Zafaron felt backwards unconscious. He could only pray that one of the healers would find him in time.

Seems good so far.

Oh yeah, forgot to post that I updated. Silly me.

This appears to be in order.

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