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Dalamir · February 2nd, 12, 04:20 AM

Name: Ichigo Kurosaki
Gender: Male
Bankai: Tensa Zangetsu
Shikai: Zangetsu
Background: Ichigo is substitute shinigami with the rising threat of having his inner hollow break free and wreak havoc. He often ponders about what should be done if it ever did happen...

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Opening the door to his room, Ichigo went to wearily flop down on his bed, throwing his bag against the wall before doing so. Another boring, rather unimpressive day passes. It had been a truly strenuous routine. The nightmare he had had the other night had taken its toll on him. He was unable to take class seriously anymore, and constantly dozed off in between lessons. Hollow activity around town had also calmed down, and his fellow comrades had their own things planned. There was nothing to distract him anymore. It was downright dull, dreary and completely lackluster. On top of that, Ichigo hadn't gotten his full, much needed hours of sleep, thanks to a certain, persistent bastard and his continuous nightmares. He wasn't someone who'd naturally be high in spirits anyway, so the least he could ask for is some proper shut eye. Ichigo clenched his teeth, and squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, this was really frustrating... He could only sigh and fight through, mustering the little hope he had left. One day, he'd have that shitty hollow of his pay.

Gradually, setting sun shining through his window to illuminate his room, Ichigo began to doze off. It was tranquil at first, and the teen felt at peace. But then, just as every other night for the past days, another daunting nightmare hit him. He tossed and turned restlessly, sprawled out on his bed in a rather awkward position. Aside from his agitated groaning, and little yelps of sudden discomfort, the night was still.

A thin sheen of sweat covered Ichigo's body, and with a sudden, swift jerk he sat up, throwing his covers off him. It was midnight, and he had to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his room first. He then let out a long, irritated sigh, and fell back on his pillow. Fuck. Him.

February 2nd, 12, 04:20 AM	#2
Dalamir Member Dalamir is offline Join Date: Jan 2012 Posts: 30	Name: Ichigo Kurosaki Gender: Male Bankai: Tensa Zangetsu Shikai: Zangetsu Background: Ichigo is substitute shinigami with the rising threat of having his inner hollow break free and wreak havoc. He often ponders about what should be done if it ever did happen... +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Opening the door to his room, Ichigo went to wearily flop down on his bed, throwing his bag against the wall before doing so. Another boring, rather unimpressive day passes. It had been a truly strenuous routine. The nightmare he had had the other night had taken its toll on him. He was unable to take class seriously anymore, and constantly dozed off in between lessons. Hollow activity around town had also calmed down, and his fellow comrades had their own things planned. There was nothing to distract him anymore. It was downright dull, dreary and completely lackluster. On top of that, Ichigo hadn't gotten his full, much needed hours of sleep, thanks to a certain, persistent bastard and his continuous nightmares. He wasn't someone who'd naturally be high in spirits anyway, so the least he could ask for is some proper shut eye. Ichigo clenched his teeth, and squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck, this was really frustrating... He could only sigh and fight through, mustering the little hope he had left. One day, he'd have that shitty hollow of his pay. Gradually, setting sun shining through his window to illuminate his room, Ichigo began to doze off. It was tranquil at first, and the teen felt at peace. But then, just as every other night for the past days, another daunting nightmare hit him. He tossed and turned restlessly, sprawled out on his bed in a rather awkward position. Aside from his agitated groaning, and little yelps of sudden discomfort, the night was still. A thin sheen of sweat covered Ichigo's body, and with a sudden, swift jerk he sat up, throwing his covers off him. It was midnight, and he had to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness of his room first. He then let out a long, irritated sigh, and fell back on his pillow. Fuck. Him.