Shinigami Captain Application----------------------------------------------------
Name: Auron 'The Ronin' Norou
Alias/Nicknames: Ronin
Age Unknown - Outside of Time.
Visual Age: 42
ZanpakutÅ's Name: Masamune
Division: 10th
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Personality: Auron is something of a contradictory soul, on one hand is something of a humble poet wandering the spirit world and taking in all the beauty it has to offer never wishing to bring harm to a single being or wish ill even upon the most foul of Hollow, this trait has given Auron something of a 'Mysterious' reputation amongst the Captains although all in all he is but a humble man only looking for a peaceful life.
On the flip side though, Auron tends to exhibit an interest in combat only matched by children given a new video game. He sees it as a test, a way to pass time rather than anything to do with anger or negative emotion. Instead it is a way he can read the 'heart' of his enemy and truly understand them for the person they really are - something that too few show these days. Because of this Auron can be seen as ruthless though in fact taking a life is something he attempts to avoid and if he must will do is a hastily as possible.
Auron also has a love of all things traditional, being from an era filled with Samurai and Shinobi the old soul has become acustomed to showing respect in all things and thus his favoured activities are now that of the finer arts. Tea making, Cooking, Written word, Plays and most of all the game of Chess.
Although he tends to hide it Auron does have a soft side for children or rather the helpless, as a Samurai before his days as a Shinigami The Wandering Ronin was head of a grand family that brought him much joy but the shadows of his past (see history) continue to haunt him to this day. They say that the spirits of the Shinigami world take pity on the old soul and allow him to walk the path of two worlds freely, existing somewhere between time and space where no man is destined to walk.
Birthday: Unknown - Assumed to be in the month of October.
Birthplace: Another Realm entirely known only as The Land of Iron.
Natural Race: "Human"
Family/Relatives:Father - Ginto Norou - Deceased via Auron.
Mother - Izanami Norou - Deceased via Auron.
Wife - Azula Norou - Deceased via Empowered hollow.
Son - Icarus Norou - Deceased via Ayaka Norou.
Daughter - Ayaka Norou - Deceased via Icarus Norou.
Daughter - Aeon Norou - Status Unknown, Last scene trapped between two worlds.
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Likes: Chess, Tea, Cigars, Poetry, Word Games, Riddles, Jokes, 'Helpless', Nature, Simplicity, Silence and Dogs.
Dislikes: Violence of any kind, Negativity.
Hobbies: Gardening, Cooking, Writing and Playing Sitar.
Favorite Food: Octopus in whiskey with onions and pickles.
Favorite Music Anything simple.
Forte in Sports: Tai Chi, Basketball, Baseketball
Special Skill: Photographic Memory.
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Appearance - Spoiler:
Height: 8'5
Weight: 300kg
Blood Type: O
Measurements: See above? O_o
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Story(A very brief history of 'The Ronin')
Auron's exact origin can be traced to an ancient world existing outside of the realm of both the Shinigami and the people of earth. Being born into a world of Shinobi, Samurai and Abilities that would make a Shinigami quake in fear would cause any soul to tremble in fear but when you're designed for the sole purpose of destruction? That's when something takes a strange turn. Auron was born of a government more of a loving home, a place where he would be upgraded time and time again to become the perfect weapon for the state. The head scientists of the land of Iron engineered a virus that would cause Auron's anger to become a physical form rather than that of an emotion, whenever the youth would show this emotion immediately he would transform into something of a demonic figure that struck terror into the hearts of men. He had become what the Land of Iron had always wished for; The perfect Samurai.
After years of struggling with his duality, The Ronin learned to control his inner urges and chose to do away with them infuriating the Scientists that had spent years trying to ensure he would be a loyalist and unfeeling weapon. The Ronin then decided to do the one thing he did best; Destroy and so in one horrific night the raging beast managed to break free from The Land of Iron and managed to make his way out into the wastelands that surrounded said land, of course this was after he slaughtered each and every Scientist he could find - His parents included.
After sometime as a bandit in the outskirts serving under the retired Samurai Mifune, Auron was taught about the 'true nature of humanity' and the need to kill to survive. Auron - Knowing nothing more than battle complied never questioning his orders and became something of a guard dog for Mifune. After years of working as his right hand man Shinobi of The Waterfall tribe laid waste to the Bandit Camps created by Mifune and managed to kidnap Auron.
Auron was transported to Takigakure, where he would meet and befriend the Takikage 'Saru' and serve him as a Samurai should. He found a beautiful wife here and had many children all of which he loved deeply. The village eventually learned to accept him though knew nothing of his 'demonic transformation'. On a night that Takigakure would soon regret Saru Kami was assassinated by his loyal advisor which caused Auron to fly into a rage unleashing the Demon within.
In his monstrous form he laid waste to some of the finest shinobi within Takigakure. It was counted as an act of treason and thus Auron became nothing more than a terrorist in the eyes of the Takigakure Shinobi who had once called him friend. His wife was executed publicly and his children taken away, Auron was on his own - Masterless and here he decided to take up a new name.
'The Ronin' was all he ever was now, only going by 'D' from here on out to those he'd call friend the man raged a one man war upon the village almost winning for a time until the Takikage challenged him to a duel for control over the village. Although he could've won by giving into his anger after a long duel that lasted perhaps three hours, The Ronin realized that he had to move on and so began his journey to The Land of Lightning leaving the Takikage defeated and on the brink of death.
In the Land of Lightning, Auron trained under the monks of Kang learning the ways of peace and harmony - traditions that would follow him to his grave. Here he trained in the art of meditation and the finer things in life realising that the way of Violence would lead no where. He had to grow, learn to be an entirely new person - one who was a complete reverse of the man he had once been.
He became enlightened one day whilst meditating and realised his mission in life - To utilise his gifts for war in a way that would ensure peace would survive. Auron formed a group of the strongest shinobi he could find at the time, each forsaken by their people and taken for individual reasons all lead by Ronin to remove the Shinobi villages by releasing the spirits of the old world. These spirits were assumed to bring a humbling peace but upon release proved too much to handle, although much was lost The Ronin waged a war upon the beasts instead realising now that this apocalypse was his fault.
After the war with the mystics, Auron and what remained of his forces waged war on the villages once more hoping to unite the nations under a single banner through whatever means possible. This went quite well uniting a few in a short time but when Auron made his way to the Land of Fire he was struck down by his own pupils who sought to take the pleasures of war as a victory for their alliance rather than abolish all forms of oppression in the world.
Dying, Auron found himself entering a state of bliss but was soon awoken by the Monks of Kang. Finding himself back in the temple he arose knowing what he had to do - as if on a mission from God. He returned to The Land of Fire that was currently under attack by a beast most foul, there he met a Monk by the name of Shi Mu Kang a man quite like Ronin who possessed a beastial form much like his own. The perfect Shinobi. Ronin realised this and offered an olive branch to the man.
After some years travelling with one another Ronin made his way to an ancient Prophet who promised him a release from the reality, a world where he could shape everything from the grass below his feet to the people within. Ronin agreed in a heartbeat, finally he would have his world of peace and serenity but during the summoning process something went wrong. Whilst The Ronin was left as a husk, a mindless and war-like Zombie in his original world, The Spirit of The Ronin began to wander through the void of the multiverse.
He floated for eons, encountering worlds the likes of man had never known even versions of his own self within these worlds before finally a voice beaconed him to a select world. He was drawn in by this voice that told him this was the place he was designed to be, upon entering the world he found himself in a feudal town much like his own world though something was off. These were not humans but spirits which caused Auron to be caught of guard somewhat, he had accepted himself as a 'Ghost' but now he truly was in the afterlife.
He spent most of his time struggling to make a name for himself in this world as all were already great heroes, it wasn't until the spirit tamer Yoshi gave him guidance that Auron learned to manipulate his spirit in such a way that he could call forth his Zanpakuto and learn to control his spirit.
After years of training with Yoshi, Auron made his way to becoming the Commander of Division 11, never speaking unless absouletly necessary and bringing a spiritual side to the Gotei 13 that was indeed needed.
Fighting Style: Elegant.
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Rp SampleIt's been an honor to fight you Taki, we need to do this more often ]
The Great Demon looked onto the poor wolf shinobi he had thrust into the sweet grasp of lady death, her arms carressing him, holding him as he was laid to rest. She danced around the brave soldier coaxing him in and at this time the Old Ronin bent his knee lowering his head, he brought his finger tips quickly up to his forehead then struck them down to his heart "May the spirits watch over you." he muttered to himself allowing his body to relax for a moment. It was a fight, to be sure, but the same battle that 'D' had come across time and time again in his rebirth. A fight that roused nothing in the Wandering Ronin nor stir anything of anticipation within the walking dead's mind, no this was just another casualty in the long list.
He rose up slowly, dust escaping out from his ribs that had now completely healed over and slowly began to walk away - back to the village where he belonged it could be said, back to his mission, back to a world that peaked no interest in The Ronin what so ever and then he heard the oh so familiar sound. The sky was turning a blood red, a signal that sunlight was almost all but gone and Ronin had no real issue with this in the slightest, if anything it started his heart. A rhythm began to form within the beats as he turned his head with a single grunt of amazement and confusion all at once, was this the fight he had been looking for?
There it was, convulsing and twisting into a new life form. No this wasn't the end of a simple skirmish this was the birth of a legend that would shake the ninja world. All his life The Ronin had been ridiculed by the ninja world for not only resembling that of a demon but having the abilities of one, the only beasts able to give him comfort were that of the Bijuu and though he had managed to befriend one such spiritual animal (The Six Tails) the Demon was alone in the world only finding friendship amongst mercenaries and outcasts. He was The Lonely King of the Damned within the world he once knew and now, now here he was looking at something that he never thought he'd see in his life...a Heroic Demon much like himself.
He emitted something of a hard laugh, a laugh that one gathers when coming out of a dog pit or climbing that mountain that breaches the skyline, it was a laugh of ambition. A laugh of relief but most of all, a laugh of understanding "You're not like the others are you? You have no Idea..." The Demon stated looking over the beast before him "No Idea how long I've waited to find you. Hell, even before I knew you I've been looking for you." The Ronin spoke out, indeed the entire reason he set out from his home land of The Leaf was to find an individual that was like him, as sinister, as calculating but most of all as good hearted. He had scoured the globe for nearly a century to no avail only being held together by the optimism that one day he might find another and there, there he stood.
"...Well, The writings on the wall and it won't be going away..." The Ronin spoke softly, he chose to hide this away from others only transforming parts of his body when he had the chance, showing that he was a human after all. He hid this form deep down, deep within his subconscious never to be allowed out of it's cage. The last time it was utilised, the only time it had been used was when fighting a Bijuu itself and even then The Ronin had no true understanding of his ability but now, now he had over a millenia of training under his belt and it was time, finally time to unleash the power of a Truly Cursed Ronin.
As the boy infront of him turned into something out of the nightmares of man it was only right if The Ronin showed his true self and that release was triggered by something that Ronin fought long and hard to subdue "My Name...is Auron Norou." The Ronin thought with a sick smile, his trigger word, his true name to release his true self a perfect 'switch' his body too began to convulse, shifting and swapping in size. Before long the monstrous eight foot man began to swell in size, his body tensing and growing slowly, his muscles swelled into something of black lumps, his torso contorting into some mixture of fleshy armor that surrounded his body ripping him from the inside out, he let out a monstrous scream as along his head two horns began to sprout around his ears curving down and up slowly down the back of his neck. His ears became jagged, pointed and mutilated and face became something of a child's nightmare, a perfect demonic sculpture of fear.
As this went on a ghastly scream was heard, a deep droning bellow that emitted from The Ronin's mouth...or rather mouths, small holes had seemingly sprouted around his body allowing chakra to flow more freely from his body to assist with his physical attributes and bring forth a reckoning of pain. As he reached his full power, his true being he continued his roar, the tree came swinging down with a large whistle to which it was met with the palms of the clawed monstrosity known simply as 'The Demon', the palm upward to the trunk was guided with the asistance of a small boost of chakra sending it up with immense strength that caused the trunk to shatter in two, a piece for The Demon and a piece for The Wolf. The two were about to take this to a new level...and so it began.
He came like a flash towards The Demon giving him only enough time to extend his hand and keep the beast at bay from a bite but those claws were something else entirely digging deep into the demon's shoulders and causing him to howl out as his flesh healed over time and time again "You're getting me excited!" The Demon bellowed to the wolf now inches away from his throat, snapping it's jaws, with one fel move he attempted to push the now glowing wolf from his body with a mighty thrust, his own golden aura now flowing outward from his body the two meshing in the middle to create a ghastly green colour that flicked sparks to and fro as the wills of the beasts clashed. The Demon let out a mighty laugh as he attempted to then lift the Werewolf above his head, cutting throw his own shoulder and throw him as far as he could, if the wolf was thrown somewhat he would then extend his hand outward delivering a sharp palm to the spine of the wolf, finishing up by getting onto all fours and rushing forward with a speed rivaled only by the wolf himself all tuned by a mighty laugh.
THE RONIN
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ELIXAR TAKOYAIBA
Sat Jun 07, 2014 11:01 pm by moydarta
Subject: Auron 'The Ronin' Norou 
