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ICHIGO KUROSAKI
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i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!
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Ichigo was used to getting stares with the gear that he commonly wore. Back in the other clans that he was from, there were times where he would actually be scolded for using a sword and blade instead of his actual claws. While to him his sword was an extension of his claws, and majority of the time he didn't even use it unless he was on the losing end of a fight. He did enjoy fighting with a blade that could slice through most flesh and slice off limbs, but it had also other properties to it then no one really knew about it and probably no one would ever know about it either. There were few animals that were alive that actually knew his secret and what he was. Majority of those that did learn ended up dying eventually from their knowledge, either by the corrupted spirits that were always after him or by some sheer bad luck that they just simply died at the end. Becoming close to the Shinigami wasn't the best idea, but it was only talking to others that were keeping his sane alive. The wildcat didn't care what others often thought of him. He didn't care about pleasing others and often went out by himself without asking for permission. This could get him in trouble, and he couldn't imagine how many times he had been down in the rut with nowhere to go and his friends had help him out of it or he simply had luck. Ichigo didn't always have the gear that he had. When he traveled down from the mountains that he grew up in, the wildcat only had a katana with him.
The sword that was on his back has taken on a very different size and shape back then. as soon as he approached a clan with the sword strapped to his back they looked at him as if he was going to become a threat and kill everyone that approached him. He wasn't a fan of killing anything that wasn't a spirit. And it wasn't really killing, he was cleansing and helping the spirits when he cleaved through them with his blade. He wasn't a killer, despite what his demeanor might give him out to be as well. The Shinigami then was able to acquire black armor from a friend that had made a couple pieces of armor for the clan. He remembered the male that had done so, the male going by the name Riptide. He and Ichigo didn't have the greatest relationship with each other thanks to their different attitudes towards the clans. He was fairly certain that the guy didn't really like him all that much, but Ichigo didn't really much care. He had been the one that provided the armor that he wore even this day. Ichigo taking it upon himself to try and patch up things that were cut off or broken during the processes of battle. It certainly looked like it had plenty of wear and tear over the years. The feathers that were once there completely gone, metal bearings and bits were missing completely, cracks in some portions of the metal of his armor. Claw marks could be seen, but there were no holes. Ichigo had taught himself how to sew and could fix the leather parts. If he wanted to try to, he could use his fire elementals to metal sections of the cracked metal back together, but he was paranoid that he would end up messing something up as he didn't have the metal knowledge on how to fix stuff like that.
The newest addition to his armor would be the metal plating that wrapped around the back portion of his neck helping him in defense to attacks on the back of his neck. The addition also hid the scars on either side of his neck where an animal had sunk its fangs into his neck. Either side was done by two different individuals. Ichigo rarely ever took his armor off, as he had experience of the worst happening literally at any moment. His bi-colored eyes looked at the wolverine that was sitting in front of him, and while he was waiting for the other to speak, he was able to gaze into the other's soul and aura. The other's soul was one solid color. Red. Red wasn't always considered to be a bad color when it came to souls. Now when it came to black colored souls, it was usually some form of corruption, hence why one section of his own soul was an inky black. The soul was young and full of energy. It was pure. It didn't seem to be tainted or damaged in any way. That was good to know, and Ichigo began to relax a little bit more in the wolverine's presence on that discovery. The Japanese swordsman couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when the other told him to sit down. He was being invited to the picnic? Ichigo seemed to hesitate for a couple moments, the way the wolverine spoke reminded him of one of his friends. He raised one of his tawny paws and stepped onto the blanket, and to make himself a little bit more comfortable he craned his neck and grabbed the hilt of his sword.
He could hear voices in his head saying that he shouldn't be doing this, but he didn't really care. He moved the blade slowly in case the other was concerned about the blade, before setting it back onto the grass next to them and not on the blanket. Ah, that was better. Now he didn't have to be using his powers to carry the sword. Ichigo's eyes settled back on the wolverine once he sat himself down, curling his long tail around his paws. "Thank ya." Ichigo said casually about the other allowing him to sit. Ichigo did have some manners after all. Then he turned to look at the glass that was pushed toward him, he wasn't sure what liquid was inside of it. He had been poisoned before, and never really enjoyed the experience. "What kind of drink is this?" Ichigo asked curiously but didn't show that he was suspicious. He just wanted to know what he was drinking after all. Ichigo also knew that poisons could have fumes that were just as deadly, and therefore didn't sniff the glass. Ichigo leaned back on his haunches as the other introduced himself and for how long that he was in this clan for. A month huh? That was plenty of time to get the hand of a clan at least. When the other asked him why he had asked the question, the Shinigami shrugged his shoulders before speaking. "I was just wondering why so many people are tense around here. I can practically feel it everywhere, and there was mention in the meeting about the Ascendants and Pitts being a problem, do you know what that is about?" He had been through so many wars, he didn't want to go through another.
Ichigo was used to getting stares with the gear that he commonly wore. Back in the other clans that he was from, there were times where he would actually be scolded for using a sword and blade instead of his actual claws. While to him his sword was an extension of his claws, and majority of the time he didn't even use it unless he was on the losing end of a fight. He did enjoy fighting with a blade that could slice through most flesh and slice off limbs, but it had also other properties to it then no one really knew about it and probably no one would ever know about it either. There were few animals that were alive that actually knew his secret and what he was. Majority of those that did learn ended up dying eventually from their knowledge, either by the corrupted spirits that were always after him or by some sheer bad luck that they just simply died at the end. Becoming close to the Shinigami wasn't the best idea, but it was only talking to others that were keeping his sane alive. The wildcat didn't care what others often thought of him. He didn't care about pleasing others and often went out by himself without asking for permission. This could get him in trouble, and he couldn't imagine how many times he had been down in the rut with nowhere to go and his friends had help him out of it or he simply had luck. Ichigo didn't always have the gear that he had. When he traveled down from the mountains that he grew up in, the wildcat only had a katana with him.
The sword that was on his back has taken on a very different size and shape back then. as soon as he approached a clan with the sword strapped to his back they looked at him as if he was going to become a threat and kill everyone that approached him. He wasn't a fan of killing anything that wasn't a spirit. And it wasn't really killing, he was cleansing and helping the spirits when he cleaved through them with his blade. He wasn't a killer, despite what his demeanor might give him out to be as well. The Shinigami then was able to acquire black armor from a friend that had made a couple pieces of armor for the clan. He remembered the male that had done so, the male going by the name Riptide. He and Ichigo didn't have the greatest relationship with each other thanks to their different attitudes towards the clans. He was fairly certain that the guy didn't really like him all that much, but Ichigo didn't really much care. He had been the one that provided the armor that he wore even this day. Ichigo taking it upon himself to try and patch up things that were cut off or broken during the processes of battle. It certainly looked like it had plenty of wear and tear over the years. The feathers that were once there completely gone, metal bearings and bits were missing completely, cracks in some portions of the metal of his armor. Claw marks could be seen, but there were no holes. Ichigo had taught himself how to sew and could fix the leather parts. If he wanted to try to, he could use his fire elementals to metal sections of the cracked metal back together, but he was paranoid that he would end up messing something up as he didn't have the metal knowledge on how to fix stuff like that.
The newest addition to his armor would be the metal plating that wrapped around the back portion of his neck helping him in defense to attacks on the back of his neck. The addition also hid the scars on either side of his neck where an animal had sunk its fangs into his neck. Either side was done by two different individuals. Ichigo rarely ever took his armor off, as he had experience of the worst happening literally at any moment. His bi-colored eyes looked at the wolverine that was sitting in front of him, and while he was waiting for the other to speak, he was able to gaze into the other's soul and aura. The other's soul was one solid color. Red. Red wasn't always considered to be a bad color when it came to souls. Now when it came to black colored souls, it was usually some form of corruption, hence why one section of his own soul was an inky black. The soul was young and full of energy. It was pure. It didn't seem to be tainted or damaged in any way. That was good to know, and Ichigo began to relax a little bit more in the wolverine's presence on that discovery. The Japanese swordsman couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when the other told him to sit down. He was being invited to the picnic? Ichigo seemed to hesitate for a couple moments, the way the wolverine spoke reminded him of one of his friends. He raised one of his tawny paws and stepped onto the blanket, and to make himself a little bit more comfortable he craned his neck and grabbed the hilt of his sword.
He could hear voices in his head saying that he shouldn't be doing this, but he didn't really care. He moved the blade slowly in case the other was concerned about the blade, before setting it back onto the grass next to them and not on the blanket. Ah, that was better. Now he didn't have to be using his powers to carry the sword. Ichigo's eyes settled back on the wolverine once he sat himself down, curling his long tail around his paws. "Thank ya." Ichigo said casually about the other allowing him to sit. Ichigo did have some manners after all. Then he turned to look at the glass that was pushed toward him, he wasn't sure what liquid was inside of it. He had been poisoned before, and never really enjoyed the experience. "What kind of drink is this?" Ichigo asked curiously but didn't show that he was suspicious. He just wanted to know what he was drinking after all. Ichigo also knew that poisons could have fumes that were just as deadly, and therefore didn't sniff the glass. Ichigo leaned back on his haunches as the other introduced himself and for how long that he was in this clan for. A month huh? That was plenty of time to get the hand of a clan at least. When the other asked him why he had asked the question, the Shinigami shrugged his shoulders before speaking. "I was just wondering why so many people are tense around here. I can practically feel it everywhere, and there was mention in the meeting about the Ascendants and Pitts being a problem, do you know what that is about?" He had been through so many wars, he didn't want to go through another.
YOU DON'T WANT TO BE LIKE ME
YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ALL THE THINGS I'VE SEEN
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YOU DON'T WANT TO SEE ALL THE THINGS I'VE SEEN