[Shinigami Storyline][Sinn]

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 17
Selected Race: Soul
Race Rank: None
Gender: Male
Sinn found himself lost in a new world, confused to where here was. Questioning exactly why he'd been standing in an abandon courtyard. Analyzing his surroundings, mentally recording the details of the architectures. Poisoned with confusion he tried to recall how he'd manage to stubble upon a place. The building seem as if they've been standing for millions of years. Breaking from his standstill, Afro's curiosity drew him to investigate the silent town. Walking through countless alleyways and districts without any sign of life, Afro suddenly came to the conclusion that he was no longer in his natural dimension.

Distracted by his hunger for question and the ancient landscape Sinn failed to notice the figure behind him. Approaching with a timid voice that echoed like the faint whispers, as Sinn starred aimlessly into the distance. "Excuse me..." startled for a moment, Sinn gasp with fright. Shifting his eyes behind him, Sinn looked into the strangers blue chilling eyes. Noticing his dark orange hair seconds later. It was odd, the strange that stood before him was wearing a mirror image uniform, matching white shirt and pants, along with a sheath.

With nothing no thought at all, Sinn extended his hand as a gesture of peace. Hopes to make a smooth impression he followed it with a smile. "Hello..." pausing for a moment waiting for response. "My name is..." pausing again to recollect what it was that people called him, "Sinn."

The conversation continued after Sinn handshake was accepted.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 17
Selected Race: Soul
Race Rank: None
Gender: Male
Sinn's thoughts were drifting back and forth while conversing with Klaus. It was crucial to Sinn to establish a connection or ally in the alternate world. Sinn was not exactly sure what to expect in the new land, especially after catching a glimpse of a drifting figments, closely resembling a human girl. With weeks of touring the land with his newly establish campaig, Klaus, the two stumbled upon another drifter.

With his interest drifting away as the stranger spoke, Sinn began to assess his situation. Questioning the unusual feeling of a energy and force moving around him, Sinn suspect that the world he'd been exploring was that of the dead. His theory had rose before in a mild conversation with Klaus. With part of his mind was fixed on death, Sinn couldn't fully understand how his death came to be. When ever he tried to focus and remember, an unbearable pain swelled his chest. Instantly consumed by guilt and sorrow, the though words "What about Sue?" seem to etch into his mind as if it was someone he knew.

Snapping to, noticing Klaus's confused stare, Sinn nervously smiled and replied "Yeah, that's crazy..." hoping that his habit of spacing out went un-noticed. Despite the fact his head, shoulders and feet were orientated in the same direction as Klaus, his dear campaign knew that there was something on his mind. To avoid discomfort the two focused on the drifter.
He too was equipped with a similar uniform. Appearing as a young male with straight black hair, Sinn took notice of how the drifter's hair swayed back and forth as he spoke.

And with a blink the two notice that the figment that stood before them was gone.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 17
Selected Race: Soul
Race Rank: None
Gender: Male

confused by what had just occured, Klaus, whom he had just met had suddently vanish in thin air. Leaving no trace of his glacier cold blue eyes or his charming smile that could peice any living person's soul. Questioning weither what he saw was real or his mind playing tricks on him, Afro retracted his empty hand that was postured out for a handshake. Raising to his eyes and rubbing them gently hoping it would relax them and help him see things clearly.

Having already taken to account that their was another figure behind Klaus, Afro said in an audiable voice, "Are you real? or are you a figment of my imagination?" Certain tha he wasn't going crazy, he waited for a response. Removing his hands from his eyes Afro looked past where Klaus had stood and focused on the stranger. Awaiting for an introduction Afro begain to assess the figure again. Observing every characteristic possible to, hoping to find something different to stand out. Seeking and searching for some individuality, Afro was slightly questioning if his mind was creating figments most appealing to him to coup with his lonliness.

Picking up only on the souls unusual habit of fiddling with his sheath, Afro glanced at his own waist, finding that he too wielded a weapon. Noticing the distinct color difference between the two, Afro let out a small chuckle.

Focusing on the stranges comment "Hey, do you have any idea where we are? and what in the heell these Shinigami are"

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 17
Selected Race: Soul
Race Rank: None
Gender: Male
Sinn glanced at the sun for a moment, observing how it stood at high noon. Crowning his hand over his eyebrows as looked into the distance as he embraced the beauty of the grand view below. Redirected his focus off to the side where the tree branches danced. Laying down comfortably in the soft grass he thought to himself how simple the afterlife was. Free from stress, pain, sickness and other mortal drawbacks. It was obvious that the world he left behind was no longer of any value. Yet even with this utopia, his mind couldn't let go of the idea that he'd left something behind of great value. Constantly the name "Sue" would randomly haunt his mind, attempting to reminding him that she was someone that he favored. Often Sinn would try to focus on the name, think of varies colors that could stimulate a memory or even something worn by a women that could clarify who this phantom was.
Sin's thoughts began to dawn on time. The definition of time was unique in the afterlife, it neither stopped or begin. Which made the bond between it and the world of the living interesting. In selected situation what a sould would consider to be a day may very-well considered to be equivalent to a year in the mortal realm.

Resting his head down on the grass as he shifts his weight gradually to the ground. Gazed at the sky, Sinn whispers faintly to himself, "Why can't I remember who she is?" Sensing an emotional attachment, Sinn shut his eyes for a moment.
Tragically the phantom that haunted him, referred as Sue, was actually his infant daughter that he left behind in the mortal realm. The constant moments where the name would come to mind was generated by here prayers at night, paying her respects to her father who sacrificed his life to protect her.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 17
Selected Race: Soul
Race Rank: None
Gender: Male
Elevating his index finger towards the rim of his straw hat, Afro peek over in the direction of a familiar voice, "What'cha doing over there rouge?" It seemed unusual for anyone to venture off from the walls of seireitei, let alone into the forest outside. Tilting his hat up half an inch, looking from beneath its rim stood a shinigami. Roughly about five meters away, Sinn sat up. To his surprise was Klaus, his old campaign. Having perused different path, the two had once again reunited.

Exchanging warm grins the two shook hands. "I remember you being a bit shorter, Klaus. What has it been? four months dear friend since we had begun our journey together?" Anazlying the drastic change in appearance, Sinn took note of thse difference in wardrobe, Klaus was no longer wearing a white Shihakushou as he did before. His face appeared a bit more toned, grim and edgy. His short black hair had now extend down to his shoulders. Clearly Klaus wasn't the same as before, he'd accomplish his goal of becoming a 'death reaper' as once referred to it.

Politely Klaus extend his hand and accepted the handshake from Sinn. "It's been a while but I haven't forgotten you my friend. I am surprised that you were able to recognize me with all these scars..." The two continued on with there conversation as Afro motioned himself upward to stand. "I guess it's time to take a break from my studies" Sinn said as he slid his untitled book aside.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 17
Selected Race: Soul
Race Rank: None
Gender: Male
Sinn stared spaciously out into the distance, briefly gazing at the horizon and then the treeline. Letting out a soft sigh as he stood at the edge of a cliff, which coincidentally stood inches away from a waterfall drop-off. The sounds of the raging water echoed softly into his ear. Gracing his ears as if it was a symphony of violins swirling in a pond occupied by white swans. Opening his eyes, Sinn's mindset was calm and peaceful. Taking in a deep breath he released with relief. Sinn's descended from the high point on the cliff.

His thoughts dawn on how the circle of life was filled with endless possibilities. Gazing at the flock of birds that flew from above, Sinn's eyes appeared lively and fulled with content. "Someday I will find you Sue..." he said in a calm relaxed voice as he turned his back towards the setting sun. A gust a wind weaving between the trees blew by, combing through his curly black hair. Sinn was older and appeared a bit rugged despite his youth. Continuing with his path, Sinn made his way back to Seireitei where he was finally prepared to become a Shinigami as did his companion Klaus did.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 19
Selected Race: Shinigami
Race Rank: Trainee-Ryoka Member Squad
Gender: Male
Sinn had returned back to the Seireitei, determined to obtain additional knowledge on the Shinigami race. Walking back to the academy that he and Klaus discovered months ago, Sinn notice another gigantic structure that he hadn't notice before. Compelled to investigate Sinn made his way a down a few block from where he had stood. Climbing four flights of stairs Sinn had arrived at the entrance, a double-sided door with to columns beside them. The building was enormous close up, and the knobs on the door were just as big. Not exactly sure if his eyes were playing him for a fool, but upon the door was a dinged and dirty plate that stated "Shinigami Academy". Klaus didn't exactly explain what the academy looked like. Nor did he explain that the academy they stumbled upon months back was quarantined and segregated from the other districts.
Driven by curiosity Sinn extended his arm slowly towards the brass knob. Pausing for a second- "Should I knock? Could there be someone here?" Breaking from his paralyzed state he resumed, turning the knob. With no resistance Sinn pushed forward as he entered with ease. Letting out a soft sigh, a chill went down his back. The room was gigantic, the floor was wooden and glossy. Glowing as if it was constantly maintained, lifting his eyes from the floor Sinn locked eyes with another being. Wearing the same uniform as Klaus, he too wore a flat black silk rope with a white sash which wrapped around his loops.
Slightly relieved, Sinn had found another person. Closing the door behind him, Sinn walked over in the gentlemen's direction. "Would you be the one I need to speak to? I'm seeking admission in hopes of becoming a Shinigami." and before Sinn could continue the Shinigami handed over a map and pointed down a dimly lit hallway, whispering "Don't be late...only warning."

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 19
Selected Race: Shinigami
Race Rank: Ryoka Member Squad
Gender: Male
Sinn's appearance was different from before, well at least different from what Klaus could have remembered. his hairs was a bit longer and thicker. Blooming outwards like a broccoli, Sinn's hair was taking the form of a wicked Afro. His face was no longer gentle, simply grim, displaying no emotions. Some of his peers would whisper to each other how Sinn was nothing more than an empty shell, a weapon without a purpose until wield.
As he drew further down the steps of the academy two figures stood in his path. One dressed in a black robe was easily identified as Klaus due to his distinct habit and style of fiddling with his sheath. Beside him stood another figure dressed in a decorative silk robe with a combination of white and black cloth. Unfamiliar off hand, Sinn interpreted him to have been a captain of one of the thirteen divisions. The insignia on his back was a clear and obvious reference.
...
After exchanging customary greetings, Klaus informed him that the man that stood off to his right was Kilo Toshiro who was also know as the Jubantai Taicho, tenth squad commander. Extending his hand with cold stare, Sinn analyze the Jubantai Taicho posture debating if he had found his target.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 19
Selected Race: Shinigami
Race Rank: Ryoka Member Squad-Lieutenant
Gender: Male
Sinn glances over at Klaus, as a brief silence collapes between him and Kilo Toshiro. With whispering tone Kilo beckons Klaus. Grasping his attention Klaus the two continued conversing on the matter, Klaus looking up at the sky with frustration declared, "Yes he the fucking soul king". Drifting from Klaus's random tempter Kilo shifted the topic, "Place Sinn in your squad if you will he will learn from you." In a mild tone Klaus looked over to Klaus with a cold star and replied, "Hrm... I'm supposed to make the decision if I want him in my squad or not..." then suddenly shifting his focus on Sinn, Klaus signaled Sinn. Calling to to him "Sinn... Come over here." as he stared at the sky again.

It was unusual for captains to converse in the open at such great distanced, but nonetheless Sinn reported in front of Klaus. Sinn was still curious to what importance the mysterious man was, seeing as the two went into great length of vaguely describing the mysterious man. Despite the situation, Sinn maintained his solid bearing and disciplined. With his private conversation with Kilo Toshiro was concerning a promotion to Vice-Captain, Sinn knew he had to keep his best foot forward. Despite his standing with Kilo, Sinn felt compelled to share his intention of applying for the captain position of the  11th division.

As Klaus and Sinn continued with their conversation, Klaus looked over at a Sinn and handed over a badge, with very little words of encouragement he said "You are now my second seat... I suggest you train". Sinn opened his palm to receive the badge which only appointed Lieutenants were permitted to wear. Only four hours had elapsed since Sinn's graduation and he'd already been promoted to Lieutenant of a division. With his unbreakable bearing Sinn glared into Klaus's eyes and shook his hand before parting ways, no further words were exchanged. The bar was set, Sinn had jumped threw the ranks at a rapid rate. With his mind set on the 11th Captain seat, Sinn set off on his training.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 19
Selected Race: Shinigami
Race Rank: Lieutenant
Gender: Male
As Sinn gathered his belongings from his sleeping quarters, he glanced outside the academy's dorm room window for a moment, not entirely focusing on what was outside. He turned back to his choir with a soft sigh. Disappointed that he'd procrastinated, and avoided packing the night before, but instead he choosed to spend his evening reading further into his unlabeled book.
Echoing through the hall was the sounds of first year freshmens. Their heavy feet and voices varing in tone, chattering about which room number were theirs. Again, Sinn glanced at the window. The sky had become filled with personality, the clouds outside were blushing as the sun begun it's drawed out wink.
Snapping back from his daze, he continued to search for any remaining items around the room.

Appearing from the corner of his eyes, was another untitled book. Unfamiliar, Sinn bent over and picked it up from behind the closet's door. Brushing of the lining of dust on it, Sinn notice the hardcover was stitched with tan leather. Curiously he opened the book to the first page, hoping to find a name. The first three pages were bare. Sinn Looking around the room confused, He knew the book wasn't his nor one of the assigned literature. With the sun near it's last hours of light he walked over to his bag and continued packing, stuffing the book on an exterior pouch.
...
With two hours of packing Sinn was off to the 5th squad barracks.
...
Like all the other barracks, the 5th Division Barracks house the offices and living quarters of the Shinigami of the 5th. While a captain, Klaus's room in the barrack was on the second floor. Sinn's roomed himself on the first floor. With the intent of staying active with the lower seated shinigamis. Noticing that his badge on his left arm was sliding down slightly above his elbow. He paused for a moment to correct himself. Adjust the badge, as he reached over with his right hand. Pulling back into place in the center of his biceps before stepping out.
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In no time Sinn had begun his journey to the peak of Tempest Mt.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 19
Selected Race: Shinigami
Race Rank: Lieutenant
Gender: Male
Deep breathing could be hear along the trail to Tempest peak, in the distance was 5th Squad's Lieutenant, Sinn. Traveling with a few survival supplies on his back, He paused by a cracked branch, looking at his surroundings while beads of sweat rolled along his face. "Only a few more miles to go",  He continued along the path. Hanging upon Lt.  Sinn's door back in the barracks was a posted letter. The letter read "Training up on Tempest Mountain, be back in x2 Months".
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Wrapping his hand around his back reaching into his satchel, scurrying through the external pockets for his book. His facial expression was slightly twisted like a screw with his tongue peeking out from the corner of his lips. His right raised as if he was think. "Ahhh", He said with relief as he extracted a tan book. Motioning himself with his back leaning against a tree, sitting beneath it's cool shade he opened his book and began reading. It had been a while since he'd last had a chance to catch-up on his studies. Flipping past the index to the first chapter, titled "Death Gods", Sinn begun his mental training.

The first chapter opened up to the history of Shinigami's which were also but commonly known as death gods. "Shinigami are guardians of the souls who are going through the circle of transmigration", he read out-loud. Continuing further into the chapter he begun to highlight a few notes. Before he knew it, Sinn had become addicted to the book after completing the first chapter. His understanding of Reishi was greater than before. The book went into great details explaining how reishi composes the spiritual bodies of Hollows and Shinigami, and the two planes of existence, Hueco Mundo and Soul Society in their entirety. As he continued to read further into the chapters Sinn knowledge on Bakudo improved as-well. He had come to a clear understanding that bakudō consisted of supplementary spells which could immobilize an enemy or possibly be used to have other effects besides direct attacks. Possessing multiple functions, Sinn familiarized himself with method of various strategies implementing barriers and seals together.

Pausing for a moment, he closed the book with a piece of red film between the pages. Sinn stood up and looked off into field, <It's time to see where I stand with>, stepping forward a few yards. Shutting his eyes for a moment as he focused on the energy flowing around him, Sinn began to tap into the reishi's of the trees and grass. Manifesting the energy, Sinn shouted out "Fog of Tempest Mountain!" Converting the reishi into a pitch black fog, Sinn constructed a shapeless barrier. Having the capablilty of taking any form the 'Fog of Tempest Mountain' could pose a threat if properly trained and mastered. Shrouded within the fog Sinn was panting deeply. The creation of a skill un-mastered did require stamina and strict concentration. Failing to hold it's composure the fog began to scatter, dissipating with the wind.

Kido Based

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Bakudo:

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 19
Selected Race: Shinigami
Race Rank: Lieutenant
Gender: Male
wiped the beads of sweat rolling down his face as he approached a oak tree. Panting for a moment as he recovers his breathing, it was early in the morning and sun was beginning to crown the horizon. Around his chest were a series of vines wrapped into a harness. Extending from his back was another thick vine, which at it's other end was fastened to a boulder. As Sinn drew closet to the oak tree, he un-sheath his Zanpaktou. Jolting it out and unleashing a swift swipe another tally appeared on the bark of the tree, marking the final day of his two month training

<It's been two months already... It's about time I returned back to Seireitei, I'm sure Capt. Klaus needs my assistance by now.> The note that rested on Sinn's door in the barracks was no longer standing, the barracks that was overwhelmingly loud was as silent as a mouse. It had appeared as a funeral was in arrangement. One of the graduated shinigami from the academy died on a mission off in the land of the living.

Though the two months away from the barracks were relaxing, it still had it's challenge. Every morning Sinn would run to the bottom of the mount. Tempest and drag a boulder to the top. His intent was to increase his speed, focusing on his agility and reflex as he interacted with his environment, shaving 5-seconds everyday from his time-hack.
While on his race against time, he would also un-sheath and seal his Zanpakutou, swiftly slashing through trees and branches. As he slashed away Sin objective was to increase his Zanjutsu mastery. Timing the seconds it took to withdraw his zanpaktou and slash through an obstacle then sealing it before another arises. At fast pace, the training forced Sinn to improve his sword speed, power, and technique. Without enough time he had to develop various style to withdraw his weapon skillfully and effectively.

Character: Sinn
Age at death: 17
Current Age: 17
Selected Race: Soul
Race Rank:
Gender: Male