Kohana Hirikano

Shinigami Application
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Name: Kohana Hirikano
Alias/Nicknames: The Little Flower

Age 206 years
Visual Age: 20

Zanpakutō's Name: Ichirin no Hana
Division: 1st Division Captain
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Personality: Kohana is quiet natured and very peaceful. She doesn't speak much, but when she does, she is soft spoken and hard to hear. She's often times really shy, but she is quite intelligent. She is often a loner, and won't converse with anyone unless it is important, or worth her time. She is often misunderstood and seen as a cold individual due to her quiet behavior. She's not a killer. She values life far too much to ever take it. She prefers to talk things out. She's not one for confrontation or aggressive tactics.

Birthday: October 16th, 1989
Birthplace: Rukon District
Natural Race: Soul
Family/Relatives: Deceased
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Likes: Flowers and calm surroundings
Dislikes: Chaos
Hobbies: Botany, Herbology, and reading
Favorite Food: Onigiri
Favorite Music Classical
Forte in Sports: None really
Special Skill: She is talented in herbal remedies
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Appearance
Height: 5' 0''
Weight: 112 lbs
Blood Type: AB-
Measurements: C cup breasts, narrow waist, slender, slightly curved hips.
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Story Born in the Rukongai district of the soul society to Marin and Hanataro Hirikano, Kohana was a rare thing to see. She was born with heterochromia. Growing up with such a condition made her feared and often teased by the other children in the Rugonkai district. That fact made her an outsider. She spent her time alone. She often read books or spent time raising and caring for plants. At the age of thirteen, Kohana's Zanpakuto manifested itself. This act was witnessed by a captain of the thirteen court guard squads. He spoke to Kohana's parents, and they agreed that she would attend the Shinigami academy. She attended for only a year and a half. She was far beyond the other students in the way of skill. Most shinigami called her a prodigy. At the time, she was one of the youngest shinigami to attend the Shinigami academy, let alone graduate at such an early age. Right after she graduated, she was instantly recruited to the seventh division. After serving in the seventh division for nearly fifty years, she was discovered by the captain of the 8th Division. He was greatly impressed with her skill and talent that he ofered her a spot in the eigth division. Kohana happily accepted and soon gained the rank of captain after her superior mysteriously left the division. After years of service to the 8th Division, Kohana vanished mysteriously for a century. Upon her return, she plead with the Sotaicho to allow her to return to the Soul Society. The head captain agreed and placed Kohana in the ninth division where she fought her way up the ranks to vice Captain.
After years of service in the 9th Division, Kohana left after bringing peace between the Quincy and the shinigami. She now reigns as captain Commander, ruling with a peaceful hand.

Fighting Style: Strategic
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High atop the city of Karakura, Kohana sat peacefully. The sky, painted grey and black with storm clouds as rain poured down around her. She sat down on the roof then leaned back, her slender arms supporting her weight as the rain drenched her body. Her Shinigami attire clung to her body as her damp blue hair draped over her ashen shoulders. Her pale flesh glistened as beads of water ran down the length of her body then dripped onto the ground around her. Her body shivered slightly as a chilled breeze whisped past her, yet she continued to gaze out at the town below. She tapped her fingers lightly on the roof, each tap following the beat of her heart as the crashing of each raindrop on the surface of the roof created a rhythm all their own. A light smile appeared on her face as she closed her eyes, inhaling the fragrant scent in the air that the rain had carried with it. She brought her right hand up, her left hand now supporting her weight, and lightly brushed a few damp strands of hair from her face. She then returned her arm to it's previous position. She remained on the roof for what seemed like hours, simply basking in the dismal glow of the twilight sky.

Kohana shivered again as the wind started to pick up, the bitter chill biting at her moistened flesh as it chilled her already water-logged clothing. Her golden gaze remained locked on the amber glow of the horizon, only a slight sigh of contentment escaping her lips. Her mind was completely focused on her current thoughts that she didn't even sense the multiple human presences in her midst. Her eyes slightly narrowed, her lids becoming heavy as a flash of lightning streaked across the morose sky, slicing through the clouds like a hot knife through butter. The sound that followed resembled a lion's daunting roar as it boomed then emulated back and forth between the mass of buildings in the town below. Her heard skipped a beat for a moment as the vibrations from an unfamiliar source tickled her sensitive fingertips. The feeling sinuated up her arm then throughout her body, causing her to shudder ever so slightly. She turned her head, only for a second, to glance behind her. She saw the sillouhette of a being, the person's form being concealed by the thickening mist. She sensed the beings aura, noticing it to be suprisingly pure. this gave her a secure feeling, knowing that the being meant no harm. She turned her gaze back to the skyline, a faint smile appearing on her face once more.

She blinked for a moment as the air's visibility became clear. She heard the voice of a young male call out to her, so she lightly turned her head to the left, catching a glimpse of the young man in her peripheral vision. She slowly rose to her feet, her damp garment clinging to every curve of her petite body. As she stood, another bolt of lightning sliced through the tenebrous heavens, parting the inky clouds yet again with ease. Her porcelain flesh seemed to glisten as the glow of the lightning relfected off of the beaded rain drops that collected on her body. Her serene expression remained unphased as the roar of crashing thunder echoed throughout the sleepy borough known as Karakura. Her heterochromatic gaze remained locked on the male as she reached her right hand up once more to move the strands of her saturated azure tresses from her face. She took a couple steps toward the male, her bare feet splashing in the small puddles of chilled rain water that accumulated in the small indentions of the warehouse's roof. she stopped in her tracks, now standing only a couple feet in front of the young man. A sense of tranquility seemed to envelope her as she stood before him. She let out a faint sigh as a gust of chilled wind caressed her delicate form, the cold nipping at her arms and legs. The sharp sensation snaked up her body, then down her spine. The feeling sent a light tremor throughout her body, causing her to let out a faint, inaudible noise. A light crimson hue began to color her previously achromatic face. She let her bangs form a veil over her face, sheilding her embarassment.

Soon the fragrant scent of cherry blossoms filled the area as hundreds of the soft pink petals danced about the dismal sky, the wind being their benevolent puppet master. The petals soon floated gracefully to the floor of the roof as the wind dispursed, they now resembling tiny pink boats as they floated atop the puddles of water around their feet. She gave off a slight smile as she watched the display from behind the veil created by her hair. she extended her right hand, her palm facing upward and her fingers bent only slightly. a single cherry blossom petal fell into her hand. It was moist, yet silky. It remained undamaged by the relentless storm. She curled her slender digits around the petal, being careful not to harm it. She took a couple more steps forward, now standing only a few inches in front of the boy. She recognized him as the young Shinigami from earlier that day. She turned her gaze to him as her left hand extended, her fingers wrapping around his right wrist. Without saying a single word, she turned his palm up and placed the petal in his open hand, then curled his fingers around it as a gesture of peace. She watched for the male's expression, wondering how he would react to her actions. She was pleased to see that he had accepted her gesture of peace. And with that, the male had vanished, leaving behind only the memory and a faint trace of his aura. Kohana smiled softly and returned to her sitting position on the rain soaked roof, watching as the storm carried on it's path in the night.

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