Akila Kitashi

Name: Akila Kitashi

Gender: Female

Age:17...uh like a 17 year-old

The Host Race: Quincy

Personality:Calm/Laid-back

Appearance:


Background/History: Her name is Akila Kitashi. She was a young quincy, striving ot be the best. She lived with her father, mother, and older brother. Yes, she wa sthe youngest, but she was also the special one of the group. Her family was in hiding, and she did not know why, but she did not ever bother to ask. She trained day and night with her brother, besting most grown-ups, at their quincy abilities. She worked hard and hard, thinking that nothing could ever go wrong. One day, it being her turn to go get some berries for lunch, she travled into the forest. She spent many hours, walking far away from home, enjoying the freeness. When she returned, her life had spun upside down. Her family was seen dead, ontop of the burning rubble of her house. At this point, something inside her snapped. Her family's murderers, were still there, watching them burn. After the sound, at which she guessed was her own screaming, she awoke, not only in the pile of ash that was left of her family and home, but surrounded by the corpses of dead shinigami and quincy's(the killers). She did not cry, or feel any sympathy... She did not even remember what had happened. She simply got up, and walked away, not remembering anything of her family, or about the evil that had awakened in her last night. Over a course of seven years, traveling, and living alone, she had learned of her quincy powers, and of what happened to her family. Even though she did not understand it, she longed for more information. She kept on traveling, not knowing how many people wanted her dead.

Ziamichi Spirit: Its name is Azreial, its only goal is to destroy.


Ziamichi History: Azreial, was created by a band of quincy's many years ago, for war purposes. Though, the creation of the beast was a set back. It had gone out of control, killing many in its path. Created from the quincy's spiritual energies, their arrows were useless. The only way they could stop it, without involving otehrs, was to seal it. The family chosen to hodl this burden, was of course, Akila's. Passed down, from the new born girl of the family, to the next, it soon became Akila's turn. This time was to be different though. Around her 10th birthday, A chain of events, caused the beast inside of her to awaken. Things from that day forward, would be different, and also give Azreial a chance to escape

Ziamichi powers: Azreial has many known abilities, including the keen sense to manipulate spiritual power, like the quincy's. It also enables the ability of flight, but it mostly depends on it vast amount of spiriutal strength to fight.

Unique Traits: Being the Host of Azreial, Akila's spiritual strength is greatly increased, when its power is drawn upon. Her speed/strength/and endurance, are enhanced ten-fold, as the power from Azreial takes effect. It also causes her to be able to shoot many more arrows at once, and to increase the power of the arrows, to strengths only imagined. at some point, close to her limit, she might be able to posses wings, formed form the spiritual power of Azreial.

Forms: There are two forms. the firstm when she taps into Azreial's power slightly, a light blue aura, engulfs her body, and her bow and arrows, begin to glow almost white. The second form, is when Azreial, has most of the control, causing her to gain some of its traits, like the light blue aura engulfing her, wings made form its energy, and a long feather liek tail, also formed from its spiritual power.

Control: 9, is she is barely tapping into its power, but the more power, that flows from Azreial into her, the less control she will have over it

Ziamichi Class: Class C (Determined by Tsubine)

Drawbacks: When Azreial's power is used, afterwards the host, will feel extremely drained, and may blackout. If the host were to lose control, it may lead to death.

RP Sample: She was walking along the road, to the next town. She wore a jet black hoody, and sweatpants, both battered and torn over time. She also wore dark black gloves and shoes, yes, her hair matching as it was also pitch black. Though the beaty lay in her eyes, for they shown a beautiful sky blue, as she trudged on down the dirt road. Many thoughts laid heavily upon her mind, like what was really going on, who she really was, and when would she finally get some decent food? Her eyes went wide with excitment, as she the distant lights the of new town she would entering up ahead. "Lets just hope things go better here," she thought to herself.

Approved, 2-1, Class C.