Character Information
Name- Gerard Jackson
Nickname- Captain Obvious, Captain Jack, Idiot, Goof, He is called a lot of names.
Age (Appearance)- Looks roughly 42.
Actual Age- 352
Birth-date- 1659
Squad- Squad 8
Rank- Captain
Reitsu Color- Sea Green
Appearance
Eye Color- Gerard's eyes are eerily without pupils. The left orb has a solid orb of light rose and yellows, the right orb is a dark blue and light green mix.
Hair Color- His hair is a dirty blonde.
Hair Description- It is short, though not crew-cut. The hair is always in a mess, constantly looking like he has some mild form of bedhead.
Height- 5'10''
Weight- 180 lbs
Markings- Gerard has a deep scar in the middle of his stomach, carried on from his life as a human being. He was forced to commit seppuku for committing the act of cold blooded murder whilst under the code of bushido.
Description- Gerard is not an overly tall man, though he is not short. He wears his shinigami garb as any captain is expected to. Though he has the bottoms of the uniform, he wears no shirt. He wears his white captain's robe, but nothing beneath it. The shirt was torn from the rest of the robe when he became annoyed with it when it brushed against his arms constantly whilst swinging his sword. He wouldn't wear the captain's robe either if it were his choice. But apparently rank has to be shown. He has a very kind face, his short ruffled dirty blonde hair often gets him "aww's" from the girls, though just because he looks cute. He himself never gets any ladies, merely is fawned over for brief moments. He has a fairly muscular tone, but it isn't all too bulky. Though his muscles are compact, trained to a state where they do not outwardly grow, but instead grow more and more dense. It has created a natural armor over the hundreds of years. He wears no shoes, he feels that it keeps him from feeling his environment, and when he gets serious he doesn't hesitated to discard his captains robe when the situation fits.
However, when he is in the human world, or if he ever gets the chance in the soul society to dress like a regular human being. He doesn't change all that much. He merely wears a full kimono, black in color like the shinigami robe, and tied at the waist with a white belt. He likes the shinigami look, so he doesn't feel the need to change it, even if it draws attention. If annoyed enough by his peers he may dress like a regular person as to not attract attention, but it will be a hell of a bickering match to get the stubborn childish man to change.
Extra- He doesn't show it very often, but he has the broken blade of the sword he used to commit seppuku. He kept the piece of the blade that he snapped off into himself after slicing his stomach open. He carries it in his robes at all times to remember his code of honor.
Personality
Relationships- Not as of yet, but he is always looking for someone to love. He likes the idea of cuddling. Moonlit walks on the beach. You know the drill.
Description- Gerard is a kind, gentle man. He loves to just laze about and joke around, and doesn't take anything too seriously. He just enjoys to float through life effortlessly, though, as the position would betray, when he gets serious the man is just short of unstoppable. Though the only way to get him to start acting serious is to threaten his squad mates...if he likes them. Physical harm to himself will not make him take a battle seriously unless he is to breathe his last breath. This causes a lot of people to get pissed off with him. Namely the leader of the Gotei 13 and the other Captains. He carries essentially no weight of guilt from his past, he feels he has died an honorable death, and as such, he is happy with his life, both while he was alive and in the afterlife of soul society.
Likes- Women, Steamed Buns, and Chocolate
Dislikes- Spiders, Body Odour
Zanpakuto
Spirit's Name- Asami Hisako "Eternal Morning Beauty"
Sealed Appearance- Gerard's zanpakuto is a kusari-gama, which is strange for the swordsmanship division, considering he is the captain and does not use a sword himself. However, the kama is larger than most kusari-gama's, being two feet in length from the handle to the top of the curved blade, and the curved blade itself being a foot long. The chain is six feet in length, which he keeps loosely wrapped around his body in such a position that he can pull it free in a moment's notice. The weight on the end of the chain is a sphere the size of a baseball, though when it is sent out at a certain speed the ball has flaps that open up to create spikes on the outer shell.
Spirit's Description- Asami is a beautiful Japanese woman, she has tanned skin with beautiful green eyes. Her kimono is rose colored mixed with yellows as a base and has green and blue flowers across it. She wears the traditional wooden sandals and conceals the kusari-gami beneath her kimono. Her chest is wrapped in white fighter's wraps so when she discards the kimono, beneath she wears the wraps around her chest and black pants that are tied off just above the kimono line so that they are invisible when she is wearing the dress. Around her stomach the chain is wrapped, just like Gerard wears it, and the weight is tucked into the chain as the kama is tucked into the waist of her pains, tied there with a thick rope cord. When she takes off the kimono, the flash of the rose,yellow flowered dress is all you see before you die. She was a proficient assassin in her day, and her skill is as sharp as ever.
Shikai Release Phrase- "Morning Beauty! Bask Us In Your Rays!"
Shikai Description-
Very few have seen the released form of his zanpakuto and known about it. He is not a man of flashy ability, but one of concealed might, this is his strength. People do not expect him to be powerful, but he is a tricky assassin, as Asami has taught him to be. There is absolutely no change when he calls out his chant. At least not in the physical form of the weapon. However, there are many changes apparent to him that are not seen by the eye.
Abilities-
His reiatsu is unlocked, which is an intimidatingly thick field of energy that causes insane weight to be pushed down onto the bodies of his enemies, making even the strongest enemy ever so slightly slower, but this infinitesimally slower reaction is all he needs.
Shadow Walker: As soon as the words are called out to bring on his shikai he is no longer there. The physical man on the surface is a dummy, though it is a completely anatomically correct copy of him, even having its own reiatsu. When the dummy attacks, he is laying within the dummy's shadow, when there are no shadows present he is returned to the dummy's body, and if there are shadows everywhere he can enter at free will any shadow and strike from it.
Morning Rays: The spherical weight on his kusari-gama can be activated to explode outward in an enormous light that may be matched by only the sun. The light is so blinding that using your eyes to see is almost impossible, though the light does not touch shadows, for it is in essence an illusion. The ball makes everyone else see extreme light, though he can see nothing. If they can break the illusion they are free, but they best do it quickly, for he is probably already striking from your own shadow.
Bankai Release Phase- "Morning Beauty! Burn Us With Your Flames!"
Bankai Description- Rarely does he enter his bankai phase, for usually the shikai ability is enough to deal with even some bankais. But when he does that is when the actual change in his weapon occurs. The chain around his stomach shatters, and the kama grows to the size of a full war scythe. The weight on the end of the chain grows to the size of a beach ball and floats into the air, adorned with enormous spikes, as if it were a representation of the sun and its rays. The hundreds of severed chain links dance around him and react to movement, grouping together to form an almost impenetrable shield wherever an attack may be coming from. They do this on their own, and as such, it has no bearing on his own reaction time, for he doesn't have to worry about it. This is when he finally becomes serious. The field of reiatsu that creates the massive weight on the opponent's body increases tenfold, making gravity seem like an enormous struggle to fight. The scythe's shaft is decorated with a golden dragon slithering up its length, and the blade itself has golden flowers adorning it. Though the flowers are not just for decoration. A noxious gas emits from the centers of the golden flowers and if cut by the blade, the gas seeps into the wound, paralyzing the muscles it infects with great speed. His shadow walking ability is more proficient, giving him the ability to to merely attack into thin air and have the weapon swing from a shadow of his choosing.
Abilities- Morning Beauty: The massive weight that is now hovering in the air around Gerard explodes in a massive blast directed at the enemy, the blast is entirely reiatsu based, and is hot enough to melt steel, let alone flesh. However; what comes after the explosion is what to worry about. A thick black gas rushes out of the ball and coats an enormous area, creating nothing but darkness. The ball itself roams through this darkness creating flashes of light that look like flower petals of rainbow colors, bright as a camera flash. These are mere distractions for the strikes to come. The gas is another poison used by the assassin that actually causes complete relaxation of the muscles. The gas is infused with strong opium to make the opponent higher than a kite, and much less aware. The drug makes people relaxed, and also causes the brain to seek endorphins and anything that can cause the body pleasure. Essentially making the opponent a horny vegetable. He himself in the bankai state has a steel mask across the bottom of his face that filters chemicals so he is unaffected. The giant ball may even at times be used as a bludgeoning weapon, which is dangerous as it is coated in enormous spikes.
Abilities
Gerard has learned many things from training with his Zanpakuto, and often he meditates on his own to project his soul into the weapon's world. Most of the time he is not even training, but merely conversing with the woman within the blade. He has intimate knowledge of everything about the woman from his past life, for she was his true love when he was a living man. This knowledge of her, and intimate relationship with his weapon allows him to use it more proficiently than any blades master. In their discussions he has also learned the way of the assassin through her.
He can walk and move without making a single sound, all of his movements are silent, and as such it makes people very weary around him. Though most of the time he is not paying attention, for he is not usually serious, so he makes mistakes and is rather noisy.
Extremely dense muscle tissue that only continues day to day to grow more and more dense is like a natural armor, though through the hundreds of years of training his body, they have become stronger than any alloy or steel. His very skin is like the exterior of a tank. His muscles only grow more and more dense when he infuses reiatsu, and he can do so in flashes right before a strike, but this drains him quickly so he can only use the ability in dire need. Not on every blow.
History
Human World- Gerard was born into a poor family in feudal japan, a child outcasted for the color of his skin. He was a white man with dirtt blonde hair, and as such it was obvious his mother had slept with a "foreign devil" as they called them. He grew up alone, though never ceased to persist that he would become a great samurai one day. He trained as a child to use a sword, but it was never quite useful in his hands. But one night he was out and about, walking through the town near the daimyo's area, and he noticed something flash in the darkness. It was a woman, clothed in a kimono of flowers and beauty that he had never seen. By this time he was already nineteen years old. The woman saw him as she cut down the daimyo's guards and immediately went after him. HE faught with her until they both lay bloodied and exhausted in the streets, his swordsmanship had stunted her own attacks with the kusari-gama, but she in the end had done more damage. He woke in her home, bandaged and being taken care of. She had been impressed, though extremely pissed off that he had messed up her mission to assassinate the daimyo. He became an honored samuai within the next few years, training under her in the use of the kusari-gama instead of the traditional sword. Eventually he was even praised enough to become a guard to the daimyo himself, and that was where it all began. Gerard was a member of a history making group of samurai. They were what caused the 47 Ronin Incident. It was well documented and one of the most famous events in feudal japan history. Their master and daimyo Asano Naganori was forced to commit seppuku because he assaulted a court official named Kira Yoshinaka. After he and the other 46 samurai watched their master commit seppuku they became ronins, planning the vengeance of their daimyo. They waiting two long years, planning on how to go about such a task, and they succeeded, killing the man and avenging their previous master. They all then had to face the bushido code and commit seppuku as their master had for murdering Kira in cold blood. But they died proudly, and without regret. After that, he showed up in the soul society. By this time his dear wife had already past away, slain during a covert mission, and ever since that day he carried her kusari-gami. And spoke to it as if it were her. His beloved.
Early Soul Society- Luckily he ended up in the outer rings with a few of the same men he had taken his life alongside, and this created a very safe haven for them. They lived and played there, surviving off what they could and trying not to worry about anything. Though there was always the thought of more. Always the feeling like he was meant to do something else. Eventually he grew tired of sitting around and fighting the stupid bandits or vagrants that came by looking for trouble. He and his men decided to go towards something greater. Towards the inner sanctum of soul society. To hell with living in these poor desolate rings. He would fight his way to the top and live like a king. If he did that he wouldn't ever have to worry about lifting a finger again to fight off stupid bandits or punks. He could just sit on his a** and live a good life. He might have to work a little to get there, but whatever, that was the price. However, upon trying to get into the inner sanctum he was greeted by an enormous man, a man of size that he had never seen or contemplated before. He would not be granted access. But he stayed there, he sat outside the gate and talked with the man for a long time, days and nights going by as he helped the monstrous man guard the gate. He merely stood there, his comrades having all left thinking it futile, and one day, the gate opened and a man in a shinigami outfit came out, challenging him to a contest of swordsmanship. An entry exam he figured. After a grueling dual he emerged victorious with his kusari-gama, putting the man onto his a** after a drawn out battle.
The man seemed happy about it though and he nodded to him, granting him access into the city to be trained as a shinigami. He had achieved the first step to his goals.
In the 13 Court Guard Squads After Gerard was accepted into the inner sanctum of soul society, he was placed into the 8th Division. He watched the captain merely lazing about most of the time and he immediately looked up to him as someone who had it made. The captain of the 8th division was the man that he had set out to be before he even met him, it was perfect. He heard rumors when he was around his other squad mates that the captain was one of the oldest captains in the entirety of the Gotei 13, and it shocked him. He seemed so...green. The man seemed like he couldn't lift his blade to strike an eighty year old woman down, let alone have survived countless battles and bested stronger enemies than Gerard could have even imagined. He began immediately to practice hard, it wasn't difficult to get back into the swing of training, he was a samurai by nature, and as such, as the hundreds of years went by, he was only getting stronger. He learned to train his muscles to grow inwardly instead of outwardly from this man. He and the captain grew to have a bond that was almost like a father to Gerard.
Focusing instead on growing the density of ones muscles instead of the size caused them to become much more sufficient than even the best of armors. At first Gerard had thought that he was destined for a different squad, like the swordsman squad 11, or the special ops squad 2, but he knew as soon as he met this man that it was where he belonged. The captain had so much to teach him, and as a pupil he learned everything he could from the man. Every day that he could spend time with him he was there, and he climbed the ranks fast within his squad, growing to know not only himself better, but his zanpakuto. Soon enough he had risen to the rank of lieutenant, and as such, he was the captain's right hand man. He had the honor of going into battle with him, and the tragedy of watching the man fall before his eyes. All that Gerard was capable of doing in the face of such a foe was to run, he knew he would die if he stayed, his captain's death told him enough of that.
Within the next few days he was told that he would be the new captain of the squad through both nomination and the wishes of the man he had fought beside. He took the reigns as his former master did. He had learned how to live how he wanted, relaxed and at ease, but stay alert and ready, to be serious when it was time to be serious, though half of those times he couldn't be bothered. A man after his master for sure.
