Quincy Template

Basic Information



Name: Izrael Angel Valentine (Izzy)
Age: 17
True Age: 17
Sex: Male
Personality: he is a very irritated typical teen with a distant characteristics; being an easy going person he tends to view his life the positive way, despite the fact that his parents were murdered and he was raised in an orphanage he still has a good impact on life and his religion. He is very good at listening to what others have to say, but tends to stick to what his heart and mind tell him to do.

He tends to look serious since he barely smiles and tends to keep a dull or faceless expression, but he is really cool with his companions. He can be very playful depending on the situation and who he's with, but he never shows it until he gets to know the person. Being very well mannered, he loves his personal space and is very touchy about it since he had many bad experiences. Because of this he act's very strange when it comes to saunas, sharing dormitories and any other situation that deals with an individuals contact. Despite this, he still pushes himself to open up to others. He doesn't like the feeling of loneliness, but can't help himself.

Izzy tends to stick out in the crowed, either by his personality or cause of his unnaturally pink hair. He is very confident in himself and tends to be very courageous when it comes to standing up for what he believes in. he will always voice his opinion even when it's different then others. He is used to being the odd duck of the group so he doesn't care about what people he doesn't know think about him. He isn't cruel though, just misunderstood. He doesn't smoke or drink and doesn't care for those type of things. He isn't a side character though for he is very hot headed and tends sound and act angry or aggressive. At the presence of a lady however, he is very gentle and seems to be very loving. This is his natural for he was taught to treat women with respect and kindness; so it will look like he likes many girls, but he is actually just very courteous.

Being a perfectionist, he is constantly drawing, painting or playing his guitar and if he doesn't do it right or if he doesn't like the way it looks or sounds he will redo it over and over again until it is exactly how he wants it to be; he also has a favorite say: “Failure to prepare is preparation to fail.” which he uses anytime he's busy or doing something. He wanted to be a rock star, but his sensei told him to focus on more reasonable ideas. He is very resentful about his past and seeks revenge on the arrancar whom murdered his sensei and the hinrichten that destroyed his family and his life. Due to this he acts appears to be an aggressive person with standards. He is plagued with a rare disease and is often seen looking very uneasy since he can't stand being in bed.

Likes: Drawing, Art, Music and reading horror especially Edgar Allen Poe
Fears: the Pillsbury doe man, being locked in the closet and especially being the cause of somebodies death.

Character Appearance
Height: 5' 7''
Weight: 120

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Physical Traits: He has pink medium length hair that is sometimes in a ponytail, but most of the time it's out looking like a crazy pink Christmas tree. He's very pale skin due to his sickness and has old cut's and strange designed burns all over his arms due to his time in the closet, but aren't quite noticeable since he usually has a long sleeve shirt to cover it.

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Clothing: he usually dresses Gothic to keep people away from him, people normally judge others by appearance so he uses this physiology to prevent himself from getting into to many fights. He usually has a black and (Any) colored striped long sleeve shirt that comes half way towards his finger tips with either a hoody or a black ripped shirt over it with skinny jeans. His Quincy clothing how ever looks just like the picture below and gives him a much more angelic appearance.

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Accessories: he has an earring on both ears, a pocket knife, a choker, sunglasses, an almost empty inhaler (That was given to him by a teacher), a whistle around his neck and an old cellphone with no batteries or credit. He also has at home not on him a guitar and lot's of stuff for arts and crafts. He also wears a ring with the initials CTR on it, located on his index finger.
Fighting Style


General Fighting Style: Angel is equipped to fight both far and close range, but he mainly fights closed range, however he has a keen eye for spotting an enemy, but it isn't as impressive as his spiritual awareness. By the mere sense of the reistu, Izzy can tell the distance, the strength and even the race. Once he finds the target he uses his thick arrows to pierce them. He normally fights his opponents by using his bow as a weapon and a shield; for the tip and the bottom of the bow are as sharp as a sword while the body is thick enough to be a perfect shield. He isn't the fastest Quincy but nor is he the slowest, he has a lot more physical force then most humans as he is able to crack the concrete floor with his bare hands even though it could cause some damage to his own fist. Despite his disease he isn't easily tired, but if he isn't feeling well then it can change.

Strengths: Spiritual Awareness, he is excellent at sensing one's energy and telling the difference between the energy threads. The more powerful the stronger he can sense them even up to the point that it bothers him mentally or physically. He has excellent marksmanship, but since his arrows are three times more thicker then the original Quincy arrow they are slower. He is very good at using Reiryoku Absorption & Manipulation

Weaknesses: Due to his large amount of reistu his arrows are much larger then the original Quincy arrows, making them also slower then the average arrow, but it is also very dangerous. being a perfectionist he hates trying to form a plan that has a 50% chance of failing, but being flexible he is able to counter this default by making up a plan as he goes along in the battle. He also isn't very durable due to his sickness and if he's overly exhausted he could end up getting an asma attack. His disease has a big part to play in his weaknesses for depending on how he is feeling his stamina could go from being high to low to high again. This mostly varies on the type of thread, but it isn't much of a weakness since he isn't easily tired.
Weapons & Abilities

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Quincy Bow : the bow is about 6' tall and looks like the picture above. It is used as a weapon for both close and distant battles. This bow was said to have belonged to his father, Dr. Valentine and had been passed down by generations.

Quincy Powers:
Reiryoku Absorption & Manipulation: Izzy is very skilled when it comes to manipulating his energy, he is able to manipulate his energy to make different shapes and sizes of arrows along side his silver crest. such as a large spear looking arrows that are able to take on much larger hollows like the gillians, as well make miniature versions of a pocket knife and even swords. He doesn't usually do much manipulation as he is mostly interested in absorbing reitsu. he can also shoot multiple (Up to four) arrows side by side in one shot.

Quincy Items
Quncy arrow power 1: average
Scheele Snieder
Gintou (All four)
Hinrenyaku
Sanrei gloves
Jetboard
Reistu Whistle
Silver Crest
RansoTengai

Back Drop


Background: The Valentines have been pure Quincy’s for centuries; Izzy's father, Dr. Angel Valentine was a great Quincy. After his marriage his newly wed wife, whom was resentful towards the Quincy’s decided to end the tradition. She didn't want her children to get involved with the dead, she had lost way too many lives and did not want her children to face the same fate. Dr. Valentine however could not give his Quincy life up so easily, he worked as a ghost detective taking care of Hollows and Arrancars that have been bothering humans or just been in the human world. His wife did not agree with this and soon after he stopped all together when his first child was born. They had a beautiful daughter named Giselle, she was a wonderful child that never caused any trouble. They were very happy for three years till one day, there was a very strong and dangerous spiritual pressure nearby. Dr. Valentine was known for his spiritual awareness, once he felt this power he was very afraid of his family being in danger. This was the first time he encountered a Hinrichten from the deepest pits of hell. The two of them fought and Angel was loosing pretty badly since he was out of practice. It was out of pure luck that a shinigami was nearby. The two took on the hinrichten and took him down, but not without the Hinrichten shooting something at the Quincy first. The hinrichten vowed that he would have a son that would bring the death of all of them and that soon after he would be dragged down to hell with him.

Dr. valentine feared this and there for didn't want to have any more children; he was about to confront his wife about this when she told him that she was already pregnant. The two went to the hospital soon after with a decision made in mind; if the child was a boy they were to get an abortion and if it were a girl they would keep it. After doing countless test's it was soon confirmed that it was a girl. The family was happy again and had payed no more attention to what the Hinrichten said. Going back to there normal lives, Dr. Valentine haven't once thought about what the demon had done to him...

It was the 14th of February and she was finally having the baby two moths earlier then what they were expecting. It was a seven month old baby with surprisingly pink hair; neither the mother or the father had pink hair so this was very strange, but that wasn't what made them panic. It was the fact that there baby girl was in fact a baby boy. The child wasn't like other children; not only did he never cry, but he also emitted a strange reistu that seemed to attract hollows. At first he thought the child wasn't his until he realized that he did have his eyes. Because of this Dr. Valentine had to go back to destroying hollows for the sake of his family. For years Dr. Valentine searched for an answer as to why, what and how this could have happened. After speaking with an experienced scientist, they came to an conclusion that the hinrichten must have planted a dark spore in Angel's body so that when he had contact with his wife, the spore would take root in the unborn child. Dr. Valentine was very depressed since this was all his fault and even came to reject his child.

Izzy was a strange child, he had bright pink hair that looked more like his mothers and his fathers blue eyes which was his fathers most noticeable feature. He was very quite and didn't do much or say anything for many many years. One day, when he was only five his father was having the worse day of his life. It was a really hot day and Angel was irritated exhausted and having many many problems. His wife gave him a list of things to do and to also drop Angel off in day care. Being so quite and along side Angel never taking the child to day care he forgot to take him. Completely forgetting that he was in the car he left the boy and went to work. On his way back he was putting his stuff away when he realized that he had left his child in the car. His son was completely dis hydrated when he was taken to the hospital. He was told that his son had a rare disease that was dormant at the time, but if it wasn't taken care of it would awaken and cause some serious problems to his son. Angel was never so afraid in his whole life as he sat by his bedside and apologized over and over again. It was the first time Izzy spoke in his life, he told his father that he would be better for now on which made a huge turn in Angels life.

From that day on Angel took good care of his son; taking him to the hospital countless times to see what was wrong with his sons behavior he learned that his son was a perfectionist and that he didn't like to do anything unless he could do it perfectly. Giselle was only three in a half years older then Izzy, but she was always very sweet with him. Izzy'z life was very normal until he hit seven years old where his sister brought over a strange friend whom acted very secretive. He did not like this girl, she had a thin spiritual pressure that felt really dark and evil. The girl wanted to play a game with the two of them, it was a spiritual game used to communicate with the dead from the underworld. Giselle thought it was cool, but Izzy did not as his sister made him play it with them. Neither of the two knew that the girl was actually an hinrichten in disguise and that the game was actually a dark spell. After playing the game the girl left, at first everything was fine till Izzy began to notice some strange things that were happening. Sure he saw some people with chains on there chests, but now he was seeing some darker creatures, some with skull masks some even worse. Since he inherited his father strong spiritual awareness, he could sense there very being making him very afraid of them. His spiritual pressure soon began to increase and many times these creatures would try to attack him. He was terrified as he soon even began to see dark humans slowly become hollows. He never told anyone, and nor did his sister whom was experiencing very similar situations.

One day there was a phone call from his sisters school, Izzy was left alone in the house as his parents left in a rush. He wasn't alone, in the corner of the room was a strange scary looking girl. The two stared at each other for hours, she looked very much like the girl who played the game with them. Only problem was that the girl had died two weeks ago. Panting and frightened, Izzy was petrified as the girl toyed with his fear and twisted it. Playing a game of hide and seek with him, the seven year old hid in the closet after attempting to hide every where else. The hinrichten smiled and locked the door before walking through it. No one knows what happened in the closet; there were sounds of muffles and then screams, but no one ever came to his cries. Later that day his parents returned home without there daughter Giselle, Angels wife looked as though she has been crying as Angel himself seemed very broken. Neither of them spoke or said a word that day, for there precious daughter was dead. It was about 3:25 am when Angel went to check on his son. Fear came across him once he saw that he was not in his room; he searched everywhere for his son opening doors looking under beds and searching every single spot till he came across the closet. Izzy always hated the closet, so he wasn't expecting to find much in it. Opening the closet door he came to a pause as he saw strange scratch marks all over the door, there was a soft muffling sound from the end of the closet. Angel entered the closet in search of his son and he found a huge whole in it. The sound grew louder as he entered and walked through it, he never once noticed the closet door slowly close behind him. Four days later, the police came in the house; it was a disaster. There was blood everywhere and bits and pieces of body parts. The police searched the whole house and found Dr. valentine and Mrs. Valentine dead in the most crucial way. But they did not once find the child.

Izzy was really took in to hell, but his father sacrificed himself to take him back. Unfortunately not with his own life, but at least it was with the life of his only son. Izzy doesn't remember this, but he often has nightmares of it as he is very confused about what is reality and what is a dream. For two years, Izzy was in a coma and was even found in a completely different country. As soon as he woke up, he figured out everything that had happened to him was his fault for even existing. He became very resentful and down sided as he then taken to an orphanage where his nightmare continued. He hated the orphanage, he didn't want to be adopted, he didn't want a new family. After being in hell his spiritual awareness became even stronger; he was able to see the old spirits that ran through the old orphanage, most of them were not friendly and they would tend to scare him and or taunt him. The other kids thought he was weird, so they would also torment him and even lock him up in the closet. The priest that took care of them, was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, he was a sick and twisted pedophile that did what he wanted with the children. He never payed much attention when the children bullied Izzy, despite this he favored him in other ways causing him to become very distant from people. He was afraid of fighting back, he knew he could hurt them but was afraid of being the reason another person to get hurt and so he let himself get abused causing his rare disease to awaken.

The pink haired boy was always plagued with some sort of sickness and so he was the one mostly with the pope. One day he was so sick and tired of the abuse that he just ran away. Having such a strong spiritual pressure, he attracted a really big hollow that led him to meet his fathers best friend. Camelot was also a Quincy and was shocked to learn that he was the son of Dr. Valentine. The two of them at first disliked each other; one because he thought he was the reason for his friends death and the other because he took him back to the orphanage. But in do time he soon became his teacher, teaching him the ways of the Quincy as he noticed that the poor boy was suffering. For five years the boy leave the orphanage and go to his sensei's house and learn and especially train. He also learned about vehicles ones that flew and ones that floated. Since Camelot worked as a engineer he new how to drive almost anything.

On his fourteenth birthday, Camelot gave him the jet board for his birthday; he was also planning on adopting him when he realized something was wrong with him. In finding out what the Priest did to him and even many children in the orphanage, Camelot confronted him and almost beat him to death from how much rage he had. The priest was put away and a nun took charge of the place; Izzy was to live with his sensei, but the day he was going to leave no one showed up. Camelot was never seen again, Izzy thought it was because he really didn't want to adopt him and blamed it on himself.

At the age of fifteen just a year after, Angel finally left the orphanage after having another one of his arguments with the new nun whom took care of them. He wasn't old enough to live on his own, but he didn't care. Anything was better then being there including the ghetto. In the south of the united states there are many pictures of him that claim he is missing, but each time there close to finding him he leaves. For almost a year now, Izzy has been living on his own in new york; his diseased has gotten worse and he seems to be experiencing symptoms of cancer. He doesn't have a job and he lives in an abandoned old apartment with no electricity and in the middle of a dangerous area. He still goes to school, but the teachers are not aware of this. He has a really busy schedule, Monday’s thru Fridays is for homework, training and if he has time he could sell some of his artwork. Saturday he spends the whole day playing songs for people in the park and making easy quick cash while on Sundays he rest's up for Monday. He is very strict with himself and refuses to work on Sundays unless it is really necessary. At nights he is often taking care of hollows and practicing on arrancars; he's gotten a lot calmer around souls, but doesn't like shinigami since they never once were around when he needed them. He is continuously learning how to drive different types of transportation as a dedication to Camelots death and he is often seen left alone on the side either by his distant attitude or because of his awkward aroma.

side note: He is in the process of learning RansoTengai, after being told by a doctor long ago that there is a possibility that he could end up becoming immobile; he's been doing everything he can to learn this technique.

RP Sample:
It's dark and quite... the only sound that was audible was the sound of breathing, gasping for air. Trembling hands banged violently against the wooden surface as large blue eyes widened in fear. “Let me out!” the child screamed seaming scared to death. The boy banged again and again as his pulse began to pick up speed. “Let me out!” he cried out again, but no one came to his aid. Tears slowly began to drop down the boys pale cheeks as he begged and cried for someone to release him from this misery. Fear, fear was eating the boy from the inside out as he felt the darkness close on him. He began to cough violently and begged some more, he wanted to get out, he needed to get out, but not one soul came for him.

Something behind him moved causing the poor child to freeze in fear as he felt the spiritual pressure. His heart stopped and sweat slowly trickled down his face. The scared child slowly turned his head around to see the most frighting vision of his life. His mother was covered in her own blood and she was smiling back at him, her eyes were rolled over and she was missing some limbs. “Izzy Darling, come to mommy.” she said sounding very inhuman. Izrael, the child just stood there speechless as his heart began to pound and pound and pound, louder and louder as she approached him. “I said come!” she screamed as she came out into the light, revealing herself to be attached to some type of hollow.

Blue eyes darted open as Izrael awoken from his nightmare. He lifted up seeming very scared at first but then calm as he realized he in his room. He didn't look like the child of his dreams now, scratching his head he could feel the strands of his hair slightly tangle between his fingers. His tired eyes darted around the room, it was really small. Living on his own, he didn't make enough money to actually own a place so for now this small room in an abandoned apartment was all he could do for now. The pink headed teen stood up and got dresses, he was glad it was a Saturday. He needed to make some money before school began. He hate to explain to his teacher why he didn't bring lunch again.

Taking hold of his guitar he slowly made his way towards the outside world, people walked back and forth ignoring the pink head whom walked towards central park. Sitting on the fountain he put down a hat and began to play. Begging for money was against his honor so at least playing for money gave him some credit. A few people walked by without saying a word, a few people stopped to listen, and some even put in a quarter or two. During the morning he would play for people, mostly the women whom seemed to take him quite sweet. Occasionally he would sing, but only when he is asked to do so.

The morning passed by and the evening came, Izrael counted the money he has earned. It wasn't much, but it wasn't like anyone was hiring kids these days. There were many unemployed adults out there that were much more qualified then he was and yet they were also unemployed. Feeling his stomach twist, he realized that he hadn't eaten a decent meal in weeks. As we walked across the street he suddenly paused to a couple of kids begging. He looked at them for a moment before trying to walk past them, the kids looked very poorly taken care of. One of them begged a wealthy looking man for some change and was coldly rejected with a bump from the man. Izrael finally stopped walking away and walked back towards them. The little girl was sobbing softly till the hat Angel had with the money was right in front of her, with no owner to it.

Streets away Izrael walked his way into the back of the broken up apartment, he lifted up the window and slipped in. since it was abandoned it was illegal to be living in it, but the pink headed teen didn't care as he walked towards his room, sat on the floor and began to paint. He was hoping to have been able to have finished it yesterday, but being caught up between training and homework he just didn't have the time. He wasn't going to work on a Sunday, so that meant if he had time after class he would have to try to sell on Monday. Izrael exhaled exhaustively, he was too tired to continue but he refused to postpone it for another day. After a couple of hours dedicating himself to the painting, he finally fell asleep. The painting was done and it looked beautiful, it was a picture of the twilight’s of new york city with his signature at the bottom left corner of the drawing. Being a lefty, he always put's his signature in the opposite way normal people did. He liked it there, it showed him how he and his art were alike.

The gentle wind slowly blew through the creeks of the taped window causing him to cough in his sleep and wake him up. He knew he should get off the floor and get to bed, but he was just too tired to do so. His blue eyes slowly closed to drift back into his nightmares, he knew when he wakes up that he would be entitled to a serious back pain; but for now he didn't really care...

good quincy app. made arrows unique and gave a good background. I think hell b a nice addition to the few quincy we have.

The Seele Schnieder I do believe you have to buy from the soul store. What different shapes of arrows can you make them and for what purposes? Or is that only with the Silver Crest?

Sanrei Glove is permission only...but I think you deserve it...really those two are the only things.

I'm sorry that i missed that part, thanks for giving me permission though. I just bought the Seele Schnieder and I added more info on the arrows.

I was made aware if this last night, but the Seele Schnieder may also be permission. I don't really know...I'll leave that decision to Rikku, who made the first quincy I at least looked at. He'll also tier you.

Approved.

I approve of the glove as well. as for the tubes, i'll allow it. The way i look at it, if he doesn't have them now, Kaito will give them to him in their first thread together.

Tiered at 2-2.

I have plans for the quincy so i want to give your character room to grow.

Mod for Ranso Tengai, with your Permission that is Rikku!

Ranso Tengai is an ability not an equipment. But yes, you have your first approval for that modification, just need a second.