Idane Akinari (Iramasha Arrancar)

Name: Idane Akinari (Last First)
Age: Young (uncertain in the timelessness of Hueco Mundo)
Gender: Male
Branch: Main Family of Demon
Likes: Playing eternal tag, playing with his mother's fraccion(training), and eating large quantities of food.
Dislikes: Shinigami, Angels, Humans, Aizen, the new forming groups of Espada.
Fear: To be recruited into the oncoming war.
Class: Demon/Espada hybrid.

Orientation: Freelance

Appearance: Akinari has blonde hair like his mother, though it is pulled back in dreadlocks that hang down his neck. His eyes are blue-green, and seem to darken or lighten with his attitude (Angry= dark blue-green-grey, Happy= a clear blue). Pieces of a mask are present covering where his eyebrows would have been, and on his cheeks where they appear to be shark teeth. He is small, appearing to be aproximately seven or eight years old compared to human children.

Personality: Akinari is silent when around adults, having learned during Aizen's reign that children were best not seen and never heard. However, when in the open sand dunes of Hueco Mundo he is wild, running and hollering, and is occasionally known to play Eternal Tag.

Abilities:
Cero: Light Blue
Hand to Hand
Swordsman
powerful reitsu
Chaos Hell

Sealed Zanpakutô: A thin katana, with sea green scales covering the hilt, and a guard shaped like open shark jaws. The blade has a silver appearance but gleaming in its blade is not a reflection but the open water.

Release: Drown Owatatsumi.



Resurrección: Like his mother, Akinari's arrancar form is a slight modification. The mask fragments on his cheeks close around his mouth, able to open and close and the teeth become very real and very sharp, even regrowing when he loses one. The pieces on his eyebrows grow backwards, covering his hair and moving down his back before growing a fins, one along the spine and one on his legs to help him move faster in the air.

Demon Angel FormAkinari's hair grows longer, his dreadlocks reaching his lowerback, as two large black wings, covered in sharkscales erupt from his back on either side of his fin. His eyes turn a dark storm gray, as an aura so deeply blue it appears black springs up around his body. Once this form is achieved his speed, stamina, attack strength, defense and agility increase by 50x's.


History:
Akinari was has never died, he was born the son of Ketsu Iramasha and Tia Harribel, a demon-hollow beast that swam through the sands of Hueco Mundo as though they were water, devouring hollows where-ever he could. After several years, Harribel was able to capture her son, bringing him before her Lord, Sosuke Aizen, to be transformed. Though it worked, the power of the Hougyoku was almost pushed to its limits as it shifted the shark shaped hollow into an arrancar.

Due to his young age, Akinari was not permitted into Los Noches often, especially if Aizen was there. He was forced to sit outside the walls of his mother's home, still feeding on smaller hollows, though now with a zanpakuto at his side. It wasn't long afterwards that he met new friends fresh out of Los Noches, who taught him the game of Eternal Tag, which he took to with relish when he wasn't busy learning to fight and spar with his mother's fraccion who he came to look upon as aunts.

When the war with Aizen came to a close, Akinari began to feel a deep hatred he had never experienced before, aimed toward the Shinigami who took his family away from him. Now he itches for the chance to show them the same pain he is forced to endure.

RP Sample:
(This is my post as Adenon on the website LandofAvalon.com.)

If anyone had told him just a week ago that Adenon would have been happy practicing with a new weapon, he would have called them insane. Who in their right mind would every want to practice with something other than what felt right in their hands? However, he stood on one of the jagged outcroppings of rocks on the side of the largest mountain in Avalon, sweat dripping from his youthful human face. To truly master the Taishita Umi Sune-Ku he had changed his human look from a twenty something year old, who's muscles were similar to those of his true form, to a youthful ten year old, compacting his bones and skin down to a four foot four inch frame.

His usual polymorphed armor was missing, since he was already feeling the added strain of his muscles trying to move in such a small uncomfortable body. A plain white tunic shirt had been tossed aside, leaving him in a pair of brown pants, that went down to halfway down his shin. He stood with his feet at shoulder width apart, and the katana in his hands, his face and the sword tip toward facing the east. His whole body trembled from the strain of just trying to keep the damn thing held aloft. Why did a Leviathan have to weight so much?

His silver eyes narrowed as he stepped forward with his left leg, stabbing forward with the katana, before stepping back and doing it again. The heat from the sun was excruciating at this altitude no matter how much the wind blew around him. Itpro, his younger sister, had fallen asleep in the shade of some rocks, content to let her brother play his silly sword game. All his concentration was on lifting the sword and not dropping it, or else he would have used his ice powers to cool himself off. Again and again, he stepped forward stabbing the air, feeling the sweat rubbing in his armpits and between his legs, his eyes burned from his perspiration falling into the silver orbs.

He had been at it for nearly five hours, alone with only his sister on the side of the mountain, fighting gravity that threatened to pull the weapon and his arms that had long before gone numb toward the ground. Truthfully, he wasn't certain what he was doing. He had always been a fist to face type of fighter, but this weapon was part of himself, and if he could master it, perhaps it would lead on to better things. With a low growl he stabbed forward again, only for the hilt to slip from his fingers, and the blade to plunge over the edge of the embankment to the rocks below, where it let out a clang as it embedded itself into the rocks.

"Well shit." Adenon mumbled, as he looked back at his sister, making sure she was alright laying in the shade before he got on to his knees and looked down over the edge of the outcropping at the blue-green hilt that seemed to taunt him just out of reach. Knowing that bitch of a leviathan she probably wasn't taunting him having landed right there. But he wasn't certain he could reach her, or even pull her out of the rocks with his arms feeling like putty. With a grunt he rolled backwards, his sweat soaked back nearly burning on the exposed rocks as he let his legs dangle off the edge of the outcropping. "Why do I put myself through this crap?"

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