BLEACH the RPG: Game Thread

The Story:
There is another world out there you know nothing about. A land completely separate from out own, and yet connected. A world in which souls that depart from this one go to, to live in peace. This is the Spirit World, a "soul society" where the souls of the dead are sent. But between this world and ours, there is another. El Hueco Mundo, or the Hollow World, is the realm of evil spirits called Hollows. To protect the lost souls of our world there are unseen spirits: shinigami, or Death Gods.

For ages, a peace has existed between these three worlds but unfortunately, that peace has been interrupted. Right now the three worlds are colliding in battle and turmoil. The rulers of this "soul society" have been massacred and even those who were exiled have come back to build a fallen society to recreate the peace that has turned into havoc.

Based off the Anime and Manga “Bleach”, BLEACH: The RPG is an game where fighting for your beliefs, your heritage, or those you love is the only way to survive. Are you strong enough to become a Death God, clever enough to be a Quincy, or are you suddenly discovering that what you thought to be normal is really a gift of spiritual energy. It’s a battle for the world and peace with love and friendships grow along the way.

Hello, and welcome to the actual BLEACH RPing thread.

To join the RPG, please click on this link and fill out the character sheet in the first post, and someone (Quincy, Chakra, or myself) will approve your character.

There are just a free things I ask of you:
- No flaming. You flame repetitively, you die. And try not to piss others off.
- Keep it PG-13.
- When OOC use parenthesises (), brackets [], or anything else to signify OOC talk.
- Do try to write in complete sentences. Let's say... three sentence minimum per a post.
- And for the sanity of the other members use spellcheck!!!!

Thank you. You may now RP as you see fit.

(Finally got it up xD)

Abarai Renji crossed his arms as he walked down yet another path that seemed like it led to no where in Soul Society. He passed countless Shinigami as he walked. So, he would have to go to the human world... I wonder why? The lower ranks should be able to handle that. Perhaps he would be informed soon, after all, he was heading to a meeting where his Captain, (Captain Kuchika ((I think I spelt that right...))), Would brief him. He looked down at his side where his sword lay in its sheath. Zabimaru... I may have to use you. As he drew nearer to the site of the briefing, Renji noticed a slight difference in attitudes, they seemed nervous. He continued folding his arms, if something was up he would be told soon, and besides, not many things could take someone with a Liutenant rank, and if Captain Kuchika was coming too, then there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

Yoshifumi leaped from rooftop to rooftop. He was chasing after hollows, which managed to bring some painful memories back to him. Despite this, he swiftly dealt with the creatures faster than most of the shinigami could react to them. Each one he passed, he would destroy with a swift slice; he barely had to stop moving.
After five hollows had met their ends at his blade that night, he stopped for a moment's reprieve. The hollow part of him was beginning to surface, due to the rush Yoshifumi was feeling, but he kept it held down. He couldn't let it loose in this area and let himself feed on human souls, nor could he let his position be known to any shinigami nearby. He had been kneeling in concentration to keep his evil within himself, so he stood and proceeded to his safe haven, which also served as his shop: an abandoned theater on a forgotten street.

It was almost midnight and Kagami was just heading home to an empty house. Her brother's family had gone away to the hot springs up north for a couple of weeks, leaving her to fend for herself. Kagami was use to it, though. She'd been alone before and having no one around didn't scare her. It was the ghosts that did.

It had started after the accident. She had been seven and it had been one of the few weekends she had been allowed to spend with her mother, a recovering drug addict.....

(more later, g2g)

(Damn mom, wanting me offline.)

Her mother had been in and out of rehab for as long as Kagami could remember, but somehow she always managed to clean herself up in order to be with her daughter. Right before the accident, she had been clean for about six months, enough time to warrant a visit.

Everything had happened so fast. The front of their car had been smashed in; something the police later concluded had occurred when the driver had spun out of control. It wasn’t as if Kagami herself could tell them anything. Her response to their questions was always the same. Something had grabbed her arm, burning her. It spoke to her, told her that it was all her fault. But a man had saved her. She had seen him out of the corner of her eye. She hadn’t seen his face, but he had a sword. Of course they thought she was insane. Some even patted her on the head telling her that it wasn’t her fault and that she was going to be okay. But she never was, not after that night.

For Kagami, this ‘second sight’, as she called it, had begun with just disturbances in the environment. She would occasionally see the fuzzy outline of a spirit walked down the street, but ten years later, it had become much worse. She saw them everywhere, and many of them knew that she could. They often stopped and talked to her, asking her to help them. But what was she supposed to do. As it was, she tried to ignore them, attempted to act as normal as possible when other were around to hear her speak to them. Most of them, though, she found to be quite pleasant, but she would never forget the dark, murderous voice that still haunted her dreams.

Looking up into the clear summer sky, Kagami watched the sharp light of the stars. There was a full moon illuminating the street and other than the occasional ghost, it was empty. It was then that she saw him out of the corner of her eye. A man with a sword, dressed in the same black and white clothes she remembered from her past. But as she turned to look straight at the spot where the stranger stood, he disappeared.

"Hush now. It's going to be all right."
"Mama!"
"I'm not your mother, sweetie. Your mother is... gone."
"Okaa-san!"
"I must depart, Yukaiko. But I shall return. I promise you."
"No! Okaa-san! OKAAAAA-SAN!"

Her eyes opened, but darkness still enveloped her sight. Forever she would see the darkness. Never again would light pierce through those blue optics of hers. Never again would she see faces. She stared up at the sky, wondering what it looked like. The sun beat her from the east, but still high enough to be close to noon. But it wasn't the sun that made her miss her eyesight, it was the color. Was the sky blue, gray, red? She took a deep breath, wishing to glimpse it once more.

The sounds beneath her were ones of chattering. She was in the human world, contentedly chasing after hollows. Like most shinigami, she could sense a hollow's presence from miles away. But her senses were acute. They gave her heart a jerking feeling, like she was sensing the pain instead of the very monster itself. She rose on the branch of the tree she had slept upon. It had been such a long while in the human world. She was surprised no one had called her back to soul society. Then again, who would? She was a very low ranking 'reaper' - if you will - just because most underestimated her blindness. She was stronger than a top ranking shinigami, but she didn't mind it. As long as she got to go to the human world, she was fine with her rank.

Unable to sit much longer, she heard the cry of a hollow not far away. She gripped her heart, wincing as its pain pulsed into her. She opened one eye, a tear leaking from its glad and smearing a bloodied streak down her face. This hollow's pain was far greater than any she had felt before. It made her cry her tears of blood. She straightened, digging in her kimono. Her fingers found her feather, tucked protectively between her breasts. She removed the soft object from her shirt, flicking her wrist and holding it arm's length away from her.

With another cry the feather gave off a bright light. It's soft sides turned into a blade. The stem of the feather grew, the light wrapping round the handle to connect at the golden bottom beneath. She grasped the handle tightly, seeing with her sword. It pulsed, giving her all the vision she needed. Seeing wasn't necessary. Not to her. She leapt from the branch, landing upon a rooftop and bounding over to another. How could she see some people wondered? She need not have eyes to know where the wind gave way to structures. Only the touch of her chest.

In her pure white kimono, complete with a black belt round her thin waist, she seemed angelic. Funny, how Death can appear in very strange forms. She gripped the handle tighter, letting the pulse ripple through her body. Unlike most shinigami, she gave no dubbance to her sword. It was like her heart, but she would call it no such name. It was her 'weapon'. Not anything else. She halted, feeling the hollow's presence beside her. The pain pulsed into her, nearly knocking her off of her feet. She placed her sandals deep into the shingles upon the roof. Her sightless eyes turned, staring at the monster.

"Be free..."

Her voice was soft, much like a summer's breeze. It held the note of a mother, and the warmth of a fragrant candle. Candles. She could see fire, and smell their scent, but never could she truly picture candles again. She would never again have that night, staring into the eyes of her lover, two candles lit upon the table. How kinky those candles could be after five minutes of wax began to melt. How kinky, indeed.

She jerked her hand to the side, slicing the bone mask of the hollow. It gave another ear-splitting cry, howling up to the sky. Blood splashed upon her face, but it did not phase this woman. She felt the pain fade, and the eyes of the spirit open to see light. Then, it faded, departing to soul society to live happily. It could see. She could not.

She felt the blade give a final pulse, then die down to the feathery state. She brushed the blood from her face, tucking the feather neatly back into place by her chest. Her kimono was rather 'skimpy'. It revealed her breast cleavage more than it should, but her chest was vital to her sightless senses. If she could not see with her heart, she would be doomed in a fight. She touched the scar upon her chest, right where her heart was still beating. How could something dead still have a heart beat? She closed her eyes, wondering how could it must be to see someone face, and to feel the joy of it. She turned back to the sun, staring up at it but having no fear of its rays. She walked along the rooftop, still staring up at the sun, her shadow forever walking beside her. Darkened without light. Much like her. Shadows were more like you than you think...

BEEEPPP!!!!

Kagami brought her hand down on the alarm clock next to her bed and rolled over. 7:30, school. She should be getting ready for another day. It would be another late night, what with archery practice, her job at the tea house, and a visit to her mother's grave. I could lie here for the rest of the day. But she wouldn't do that. She wouldn't dare disgrace the memory of her mother.

Sitting up, she yelled at the resident ghost, a little boy who had been very sick in life. He had died at the age of six but spirit or not, she would not have him watching as she dressed.

Once he walked through the wall into the hall, Kagami slipped off the t-shirt and shorts she wore as sleeping attire and redressed in her gray school uniform. Once finished, she headed to the kitchen for some food and yelped when she looked out the window.

Hands clenched at her side, Kagami bravely headed towards the clear glass and sighed as she looked out. Only a black butterfly. No woman with a glowing sword, or white-masked monster. Just a darkly beautiful, black butterfly flying towards the heavens.

(-poke- We are still awaiting the arrival of Quincy.)

(*Pouts* Yeah. Where is that little banana-nut muffin? Quincyyyy! *Looks under a rock* Quincy-poo, where are you?)

*He is definitely taking his sweet time making us wait...*

As Yoshifumi entered the door to his shop, he muttered to himself, "The concentration of hollows in this area has gotten thicker. I'm seeing more and more of them appearing every day. I doubt the shinigami alone will be much of a match for them soon enough..."
His assistant at the shop, a young spirit named Yūichi, walked up to him and asked, "What were you talking to yourself about, Yoshi-san?"
He looked down at the small child and answered with a big smile, "You needn't worry yourself about it, Yūichi. Now, have you made sure to keep the shop clean while I was away?"
"Yes, Yoshi-san. The shop is just how it was when you left."
"Good job, Yūichi. You can take a break now if you want."
With a slight sigh of relief, the little boy sat down on a nearby crate labeled "Soul Candy" as if he were terribly tired. Yoshifumi allowed himself a short chuckle, then sat down himself on a stool behind the counter, ready to help any customer who might enter.

*Yes, this Yūichi is the same boy that was trapped in the parrot from the earlier episodes. I chose him for my assistant just cause he's someone I don't have to fully describe for anyone to visualize him.*

( wooops ! sorry guys. I lost track of time. glad u guys havent lost interest. anyways I had started the first post in which to get along the plot rikari was aiming for, but i want to really make it good so I saved it and am continually working on it. Expect some Gotei 13 action! As well as...ISHIDA!)

(I like Nii-chans titles for her posts, and if you don't mind, I'd like to do the same in this RPG. I'll make them "Bleach-esque"😉

Originally posted by ChakraStrings
As he drew nearer to the site of the briefing, Renji noticed a slight difference in attitudes, they seemed nervous. He continued folding his arms, if something were up he would be told soon, and besides, not many things could take someone with a Lieutenant rank, and if Captain Kuchiki was coming too, then there was absolutely nothing to worry about.

Beautiful Destruction

The tension of the meeting room was so thickly it was reminiscent of Karaka Kamahi’s flowing reiatsu. The remaining Gotei 13 stood in their standard formation, the captain of the first Division at the head, and the 13th division at the aft. Each captain was silent, waiting to hear what some expected and knew, and what others were unaware of. The old man in front of the Gotei 13 was Captain Yamamoto-Genryusai. The old man was captain of the first division, and was the most respected Shinigami in Soul Society. His presence was demanding, and utterly powerful, although he remained silent like the others.

Everyone had the same exact look on his or her faces. It was a coming dread, the calm before the storm. Nothing could be heard in all of Soul Society save for the cawing of the dark black crows. The soft footsteps of the passing soul reapers were but a backdrop to the noise. This was the setting for the beautiful destruction.

Captain Yamamoto-Genryusai was the first to speak. He simply cleared his throat, and the attentions of each of the captains and their respected lieutenants were instantly drawn.
“As each and every one of you are aware, there have been several disturbances around Soul Society, and the rest of the regular world. 7 of our units have been completely destroyed, no survivors from any impending attacks have yet been found. The assailants are unknown, save for the obvious fact that they are no normal Hollow.”

Hearing the old man say that made the dangerous rumors reality. Some foreign hollow was destroying the shinigami from all over. However there was one more rumor. The rumor about squad 4-13….

Captain Unohana – the mature female and captain of the 4th division brought up the incident without revealing her true emotions.
“It is also true – Yamamoto Taicho – that the rumors of a squad under my command were victimized.” This sudden realization made a female shinigami who was present at the meeting gasp aloud. The story of squad 4-13 had been repeated surprisingly much during the past few weeks in Soul Society…

The blood splattered on the walls….The corpse held in an agonizing scream

No one would expect one of the attacks to be inside the walls of Soul Society…

So what was to be done about all of this? There were no leads in finding out who the killers were. Not to mention the fact that any remaining evidence of the attacks in the human world was destroyed – the remains of a strange reiatsu explosion. However, The Gotei 13 was not the kind of people to simply allow killers to get away. They knew the drill. Each division in the 13 squads had a specific job. Ranging from combat to medical reinforcements, the Gotei 13 had it all.

Yamamoto spoke up again, “Kurotsuchi – Taicho. You have undoubtedly been working hard on finding out any leads in the reiatsu remains at the scenes of all the murders.” There was a soft hiss and scratching noise as the captain of the 12th squad laughed to himself. He was a terrible sight. His skin was pale white, like that of a clown or a mime, and he wore a strange golden pointed hat. “You know me well…Yamamoto-sama. The science division has been working diligently, and you will be handed results very soon.” His voice was a coarse scratching sound that made some people cringe.

Yamamoto spoke up yet again, this time giving orders that they had all expected. “Soul Society is now under high alert. All lieutenants will accompany their captains at all times. Special orders for each squad will be sent to all of you within the hour. Meeting adjourned.”

The solumness within the meeting room was gone in an instant as the members of the 13 left to their homes. However two members stood to the side, watching the remaining shinigami depart. It was the 6th division. Kuchiki Byakuya and Abarai Renji stood side by side, Byakuya’s black hair held back neatly under the porcelain white guards. His white scarf lying across his shoulder.

“Renji…our special orders have already come in. You and I will be departing to the scenes of each of the crimes, starting with the incident in the shinigami training city. I’m sure you remember the place….” Byakuya remembered that it was at that place that Renji and Byakuya’s sister Rukia first fought a hollow.

Their orders were clear.

(I was thinking, should this stay away from Karakura town? Thus considering we won’t need an Ichigo and Chad and everyone else? I’ll still add Ishida occasionally perhaps, but I’d like your thoughts Rikari.)

Renji looked at the floor, of course he remembered that place. He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, Zabimaru... "We should get going then." Renji said, making sure his voice sounded normal in tone. As the Captain and Lieutenant departed for the shinigami training ground, Renji's mind was racing. What did Captain Yamamoto-Genryusai mean when he said "not normal hollows?" There was definatley something unraveling. Zabimaru... be ready. Soul Society was still dead quiet, a few shinigami had been assigned to various locations, but the rest of the area seemed deserted, giving an eerie feeling to the mission. Abarai Renji was prepared to fight whatever was ahead, but, he could not help but wonder where Rukia was? After all, she had disappeared from Soul Society. Dismissing this thought, he set his mind to the mission at hand, he would need all the concentration if these Hollows were stronger than the previous ones.

Originally posted by Quincy Archer
(I like Nii-chans titles for her posts, and if you don't mind, I'd like to do the same in this RPG. I'll make them "Bleach-esque"😉

Beautiful Destruction

The tension of the meeting room was so thickly it was reminiscent of Karaka Kamahi’s flowing reiatsu. The remaining Gotei 13 stood in their standard formation, the captain of the first Division at the head, and the 13th division at the aft. Each captain was silent, waiting to hear what some expected and knew, and what others were unaware of. The old man in front of the Gotei 13 was Captain Yamamoto-Genryusai. The old man was captain of the first division, and was the most respected Shinigami in Soul Society. His presence was demanding, and utterly powerful, although he remained silent like the others.

Everyone had the same exact look on his or her faces. It was a coming dread, the calm before the storm. Nothing could be heard in all of Soul Society save for the cawing of the dark black crows. The soft footsteps of the passing soul reapers were but a backdrop to the noise. This was the setting for the beautiful destruction.

Captain Yamamoto-Genryusai was the first to speak. He simply cleared his throat, and the attentions of each of the captains and their respected lieutenants were instantly drawn.
“As each and every one of you are aware, there have been several disturbances around Soul Society, and the rest of the regular world. 7 of our units have been completely destroyed, no survivors from any impending attacks have yet been found. The assailants are unknown, save for the obvious fact that they are no normal Hollow.”

Hearing the old man say that made the dangerous rumors reality. Some foreign hollow was destroying the shinigami from all over. However there was one more rumor. The rumor about squad 4-13….

Captain Unohana – the mature female and captain of the 4th division brought up the incident without revealing her true emotions.
“It is also true – Yamamoto Taicho – that the rumors of a squad under my command were victimized.” This sudden realization made a female shinigami who was present at the meeting gasp aloud. The story of squad 4-13 had been repeated surprisingly much during the past few weeks in Soul Society…

The blood splattered on the walls….The corpse held in an agonizing scream

No one would expect one of the attacks to be inside the walls of Soul Society…

So what was to be done about all of this? There were no leads in finding out who the killers were. Not to mention the fact that any remaining evidence of the attacks in the human world was destroyed – the remains of a strange reiatsu explosion. However, The Gotei 13 was not the kind of people to simply allow killers to get away. They knew the drill. Each division in the 13 squads had a specific job. Ranging from combat to medical reinforcements, the Gotei 13 had it all.

Yamamoto spoke up again, “Kurotsuchi – Taicho. You have undoubtedly been working hard on finding out any leads in the reiatsu remains at the scenes of all the murders.” There was a soft hiss and scratching noise as the captain of the 12th squad laughed to himself. He was a terrible sight. His skin was pale white, like that of a clown or a mime, and he wore a strange golden pointed hat. “You know me well…Yamamoto-sama. The science division has been working diligently, and you will be handed results very soon.” His voice was a coarse scratching sound that made some people cringe.

Yamamoto spoke up yet again, this time giving orders that they had all expected. “Soul Society is now under high alert. All lieutenants will accompany their captains at all times. Special orders for each squad will be sent to all of you within the hour. Meeting adjourned.”

The solumness within the meeting room was gone in an instant as the members of the 13 left to their homes. However two members stood to the side, watching the remaining shinigami depart. It was the 6th division. Kuchiki Byakuya and Abarai Renji stood side by side, Byakuya’s black hair held back neatly under the porcelain white guards. His white scarf lying across his shoulder.

“Renji…our special orders have already come in. You and I will be departing to the scenes of each of the crimes, starting with the incident in the shinigami training city. I’m sure you remember the place….” Byakuya remembered that it was at that place that Renji and Byakuya’s sister Rukia first fought a hollow.

Their orders were clear.

(I was thinking, should this stay away from Karakura town? Thus considering we won’t need an Ichigo and Chad and everyone else? I’ll still add Ishida occasionally perhaps, but I’d like your thoughts Rikari.)

*Dang... I doubt it'd be easy to have a vizard slip into Soul Society and keep out of fights with the shinigami, but I'll do my best to get him in there. Next post.*

(No need to go to soul society...we'll bring the bad guys to you. Be patient, and fight your hollows.)

(bump. C'mon guys it's BLEACH...!)

Originally posted by Quincy Archer
(No need to go to soul society...we'll bring the bad guys to you. Be patient, and fight your hollows.)

Originally posted by ChakraStrings
Renji looked at the floor, of course he remembered that place. He rested his hand on the hilt of his sword, Zabimaru... "We should get going then." Renji said, making sure his voice sounded normal in tone.

Captain Kuchiki Byakuya stood side by side with his lieutenant, his hands hidden beneath his long flowing shinigami robes. Despite his attempt at a serious tone, Byakuya knew that Renji was nervous. The time that the two of them had spent together as Captain and Lieutenant allowed Byakuya to truly understand Renji’s true demeanor. Byakuya understood Renji’s fear. After all, these strange hollows were not to be dealt with lightly. It was unknown whether the strange hollows were above or below captain level.

Turning to his Lieutenant, Byakuya said in his usual cold demeanor "Be on your guard. Despite the fact their strength is unknown, there should be no reason for you to use your bankai." Byakuya flashed back to when he first witnessed his young Lieutenant unleash his zanpaktou's second release. That didn't matter anymore. "There will be other divisions on this assignment as you are well aware. However, we will deal with the locations alone, save for Reconissance that is already at the scene." Byakuya turned his shoulder to Renji and began walking, senbonzakura neatly at his side.

It had been some time until Byakuya and Renji had finally made it to the training grounds. The name sounded strange to Byakuya. The training area for shinigami was more like a city than simply “the grounds.” Tall buildings surrounded them, and the only light for both of them was the faint glow of the moon. Being at the grounds was eerie. It was normally filled with low-level shinigami. Practicing demon arts or sword-styles. Byakuya couldn’t remember ever really seeing it empty. Then again, he didn’t often come here. His training was done away from everyone else, save for the truly respectful captains of the Gotei 13, and occasionally Renji.

The only evidence that was left to show that there had in fact been a fight at that same spot was the blackened and burnt blood splattered around the cement. The two shinigami also noticed that there was also a strange pattern of small droplets of a strange glowing, green liquid. Soul Society forensics already had enough samples of the substance, and Kurotsuchi Mayuri and his team were busy experimenting with it. Byakuya wondered what the green liquid could possibly be. Perhaps it was the strange hollows blood. The two shinigami stood silently, Renji with his hand on the hilt of Zabimaru. Byakuya had seen Renji result to his shi’kai on more than one occasion. Renji was a brilliant fighter. Probably one of the strongest Lieutenants in Soul Society, and one of the very few who could achieve his zanpaktou’s second release. It made Byakuya proud that someone under his command had achieved a captain level technique. Byakuya never let Renji realize that however. He had always been quiet as to how he felt about his subordinate’s reiatsu and strength. Byakuya simply always had the same expressionless demeanor. Cold Kuchiki Byakuya

Upon arrival at the training grounds, Byakuya felt the strange remaining spiritual energy. The reiatsu was strange and foreign to Byakuya. He approached the splattered and dried blood, and bending down low, touched the burnt liquid. His white brace guards on his hands stood out from the dark cement. ”Renji, do you-“ Suddenly a large scream erupted from deeper inside the city. A screeching that made Byakuya cover his ears in agony. Renji fell likewise. Then as quick as it began, it was gone. Byakuya stood up, irritated and annoyed. He turned to look around. Soul Society was too far away. He wondered how long it would take for any other backup to arrive. He turned to the source of the noise. Were these the same creatures that had attacked the other shinigami? He heard Renji spit out a “Damn it” and draw his zanpaktou “Zabimaru.”

”We have to go deeper into the city.” Byakuya told his comrade, without even looking at him. He grabbed the hilt of his own soul Slayer, and they started to run.

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(Sick L sig Quincy)

"Yes Captain." Renji said, but knew Byakuya was out of earshot. He grabbed Zabimaru by the hilt, not just to keep it steady, but in case they were suddenly attacked. Perhaps these new Hollows were nothing more than a bluff? No, they have to be something special if we were given this much of a notice. Renji thought. He looked over at his Captain. He could be cold sometimes, but he did indeed respect him. The scream sounded again, Dammit, if they would yell at their position! He could smell a faint trace of smoke, and he looked over at his Captain who obviously smelt it as well. The smoke will give away their position, the fool is going to lead us right to him... perhaps that's what he wants? No... I don't think he would be that stupid. The smelt was growing stronger, but it had another aroma as well, one that Renji had never smelt before... it was strong... and rather bitter. "We must be getting close." He said, though, he knew he didn't have to tell Captain Kuchiki this. He drew Zabimaru from its scabard and prepared for combat, he didn't know what to except. The duo rounded yet another corner, another scream rang out in the distance. Where are they...? Suddenly, a loud crash was heard, Renji turned towards his Captain, "They must be close!"