Sessue Oshiro (Paroxysm)-Fighter

[Sessue Oshiro]

SESSUE, OSHIRO

"Now, let us go to the spine-chilling door of the wailing and grieving of restless ghosts"

• Name: Sessue Oshiro
• Nickname: Kuro, Ice, Sess(much to his chagrin), Chichi-ue(again, he hates this), Shi
• Sex: Male
• Birthdate: June 20
• Age:: 25
• Nationality: Japan, but there is a bit of Spanish in there from his mother
• True Name: Paroxysm
• True Name Location: On the back of his neck in chiller font
• Type: Fighter
• Affiliaton: Septimal Moon
• Height: 5’11"
• Weight: 200 pounds.
• Hair: His hair is very short. It seems to defy gravity and applies it’s own by making his hair stick up and curl inwards just a bit. His hair is a light shade of blue hovering between Cyan and sky.
• Eyes: His eyes are almond shaped. They are a few shades darker than his hair and is mixed lightly with green. On the tip of his eyes are a greenish blue eye marking that he tattooed on as it was his mob’s custom.
• Outfit: Normally Sessue just throws on the first thing he sees in the morning. His wardrobe consists of white hoodies, black pants, as well as high top sneakers. He has fighting gloved on and will not hesitate to use them. Whenever he actuall decides to care about his appearance, he often wears either a button up short(which is worn unbuttoned) or just an open jacket.
• Ears: Pfft stupid question…(yes he does)
• Sexual Orientation: Umm…All?

• Personality:
  Shameless
  This basically is very straight forward. Sessue has no shame. He could run around his neighborhood in nothing but his birthday suit and never blink an eyelash. Once he sees something he wants, he says and does anything to get the said item. This is actually one of the reasons he almost always has his chest exposed, to show that he has no shame. He’s pretty sure anyone else with a scar on their chest would want to hide it, but he just lets his show. Showing that he has nothing to hide.
  
  Tough
  He can take a blow. His body or his pride, it doesn’t matter where it strikes, it will never faze him. He’s taught himself how to guard his emotions carefully and keep them in check even if something did manage to slip pass his defenses. Since his face is a bit on the scary side, he figures a tough attitude is the way to go. He takes nothing from no one and if indeed hit, he’ll pay them back seven fold. “An eye for an eye” is what he believes in, and he won’t hesitate to enforce it.
  
  Unfeeling
  When will some people learn that if Sessue doesn’t know them, he won’t talk to them. If someone he didn’t know just got shot in front of his face, he wouldn’t blink an eyelash. He would just be perfectly fine watching them bleed out before walking away, ignoring whatever sounds they made in their last moments. It’s not like it’s his problem.
  
  Perfect
  Let’s face it, the man thinks he’s God’s perfect creation. Eveything about him, even though it doesn’t seem like it, is always perfection and no less. His hair is always perfectly combed. His clothes, dispite their appearance, are always ironed and crisp before he puts them on, even his shoes are cleaned to where there are absolutely no dirt or grime on them the next morning.
  
  Icy
  A glare from him is all it’ll take to make hell freeze over. He doesn’t really talk nice as it is, if he’s being icy, his voice is monotone, sometimes chipped. His tone is very crisp and “my way or the highway”. His aura oozes attitude if one were to get on the wrong side of it and he can honestly say that when it does happen, silence and blood are the key.
  
  Dominate
  Boy, this is where the “king” in him comes to pass. Everything he says goes, and, if it doesn’t, he will not hesitate to “talk” some sense into the situation. He never submits unless there are extremely good reasons as to why he is wrong or why he should stay down. The man was a gang leader in high school, what else was there it do?
  
  Jaded
  Sarcasm, its wonderful for him. He often acts this way around certain people like other gang leaders, previous gang leaders, and hell, even his teachers got it. He didn’t ALWAYS used ot be jaded, it was just something he’d picked up from his father and “pop” there it was. Sometimes he has to confence himself that he’s not being sarcastic when he speaks because half the time he doesn’t even know.
  
  Efficacious
  Dispite his history in high school, Sessue is actually very smart and accomplished all of his assignments and such on time. He was, or rather is, very studious and will put 110% into whatever work he is doing. Anything lower than “B” standard are not to his liking and he will flip until its fixed.
  
  Rambunctious
  This guy is very “here there and everywhere”. He doesn’t really like to sit still and will try to punch through walls(even though he has found out that hard way that its just not gonna happen). Whenever he gets mad, the wall punching goes either until he has cooled off, someone stops him, or the wall starts to give. Sometimes it’s a combination of the three.
  
  Klutzy
  Although he believed himself to be the most ”perfect” thing on earth, he can’t deny that he is a klutz. He curses himself almost everyday as he always either bashes his face against something or even falls if someone just happens to be stomping near him. If his attention on something weavers in just the slightest, normally he’s taking a fall, literally.
• History: Sessue was born to the head of a Yakuza. It was bad as his mother was Spainish, literally from Spain mind you, and her health was very fragile. She died giving birth to him, and his father, dispite his ways, refused to have another wife and Sessue would be his only son. He had inherited his mother’s blue hair and eyes while he maintained his father’s looks, or so he was told. When Sessue was old enough to hold a spoon and walk, he was taught how to fight. This was about age one. He was often present when his father would cut a deal with other Yakuza that where not his own. When he was five, he actually pulled the trigger to a gun his father had laying around, stunning one of the opposing yakuza’s son. The boy was about ten and he head looked furious. He thought that Sessue was trying to kill him, so he punched Sessue in the face. This triggered Sessue to throw down the gun and begin fighting as his father had taught him; mano y mano. The older boy overpowered him, of course, but Sessue wouldn’t give up, biting, scratching and kicking every part of the boy that he could before they were separated by the sound of a gun shot. Both boys knew what that meant: their father’s were fighting, and if they continued, they would both be dead. They separated quickly before taking shelter in different places, glaring at the other.
  
  About two years after this incident, Sessue was enrolled in school as his father thought that it was time “for him to hang out with normal children”. Of course the first few days were slow and he was a little behind his classmates. He didn’t care. As long as he excelled in P.E he could care less about the other subjects. So he failed his first year and had to stay back.
  
  This earned him a beating from his father. Sure he had gotten a beating before, but not one that involved having three men hold him down as his father beat him, allowing him no defense. He was beat for the entire summer as well as attended summer school so that he could advance to the next grade. He was certain that his father hit his head one too many times as soon, the information came naturally to him and he literally aced every subject. The next year came and his eyes was always focused on learned, but his body had different opinions, telling him to fight and get strong. This he obeyed AFTER school. He would take on any upperclassmen that even looked at him the wrong way. There were some fights he lost, which he paid for later, and other’s he won. With his near perfect GPA, the teacher’s didn’t bother trying to suspend him unless it was something horrible.
  
  This all continued though out middle school. Fighting, good grades, losing the fights, being beaten by his father. The cycle continued until, eventually, his father’s hits seemed to just bounce off of him. That’s when his father moved to knives. After the first long and painful knife wound on his back, Sessue made sure never to lose a fight again. He still did, but he didn’t lose as often as before. Once he turned 16, and advanced to high school, his father deemed him ready to fully learn the ins and outs of the Yakuza. He had only learned one thing, Fight to survive. Now it was time to learn other things, such as how to hold himself and how to speak. He knew his posture was great and neat, like that of a Spaniard, but his father whipped him into making that posture cold. He was told to harden his heart, narrow his eyes and never be below, always on top. His speech was to consist of grunts, snarls and street talk.
  
  Once this was established into his mind, the air around him seemed to grow colder than it already was. Of course this attracted a lot of attention, positive from the girls, negative from everyone else. Due to this small change, he was often the target of the girl’s affection and the boys’ jealousy. When girls were involved, he broke hearts and when the boys were involved, he broke fingers and faces. There was a point in time when he actually took on a girlfriend. She was a small thing that was shy and he had to admit, he adored that. But it was something he could not show his father, until he was sure she was ready, or any other part of the Yakuza. They remained steady for a while until he decided to introduce the girl to his father. The elder Oshiro didn’t like it and he reached inside of his drawer and pulled a gun. His blue eyes widened in shock when she shot her point blank in the center of the head.
  
  HE.WAS.FURIOUS. he made sure the point was know when he bone rushed his father and began to fight him for the gun. He knew that he was just a little safe as he was the only heir to his father’s empire, but that would all change with a simple word. They must have been fighting for the gun for a minute, but it all seemed like an eternity to Sessue before he put the gun to his own heart. He knew with his father’s grip, the gun wasn’t going to be released. “Shoot me” he’s said. “Shoot me like you did her. Prove to me that you are Yakuza.” He said. His father didn’t, instead he turned the gun on himself and shot himself saying that his work was done.
  
  After this incident, his father and Kimiko were both cremated and scattered in the ocean before Sessue took over. He was still a studious student by day, but a Yakuza boss at night. Dispite the ways his father taught him, to kill and not give chances, he would always give his victims a fighting chance. He would often beat them to death himself and toss their body in a river, but if they really pissed him off, he’d just tie a cement block to their ankles and send them down to Tokyo bay. His high school life actually got a bit worse. He was elected Class representative as well as Vice president during his last year there, and he almost ran it just like his Mob. He never smiled unless greeted with a challenge and if the competitor lost, Sessue would always make sure they remembered their defeat. If he recognized another from a Yakuza, taking their territory would always rule over providing mercy.
  
  Once he’d graduated from high school at age 19, a break from studies were on his mind. Since there weren’t really any “tough” yakuza around them for a good while, he decided it was time everyone worked and pulled their weight with other things. Most of them worked construction jobs while others worked at fast food joints. Sessue and his best friend/Body guard Mosshin, both worked at host clubs in the early morning to late evening. Ice and Fire were their names and they loved it. They worked there for a few months, occasionally going shirtless as per request. It was then that mosshin touched the back of Sessue’s neck and pointed out that Sessue had a tattoo. This confused the bluenette. He had never gotten a tattoo before. When he asked what it said, mosshin just said “Paroxysm”. At this Sessue shrugged, it fit him. All he cared about at the moment was getiing his money and entertaining the women.The women quickly discovered Sessue’s clumsy nature and soon began making him to the clumsiest of things, falling down, tripping, running into a wall. That all paled in comparison to what they made him do one night. Mosshin was working on entertainment one night, doing one of his fire acts and this one included fire twirling. While Sessue was being such a good helper and carrying the equipment out of the way as needed, one of the women decided that she wanted to buy a bottle from him. He nodded and put the equipment down and began walking towards the champagne stand. He walked right into the fire as it span, catching a slanted angle on his torso. Tonight’s fire sticks had blades at the end of them so it not only burned his chest, but also cut it. At first the pain didn’t register to him. He just smiled and told Mosshin to be careful, it was when one of the women scream did he suddenly feel it. The Blood. The blood just ran like a river down his suit and absorbed it like a paper towel. He was told he dropped to his knees and began laughing. If he did, he wondered if it was the shock that was keeping him like that and not screaming in pain…Or perhaps it was his father’s teachings? Either way, he passed out and awoke some time later in a hospital with bandages around his chest. He was told he wule be out of order until the wound healed, which would take at least two months because of its depth and degree.
  
  Due to Mosshin’s pleading, he forced himself to sit still the first week, looking at birds and the trees, occasionally the t.v. Week two: he needed to be drugged to stay down as he nearly killed one of the doctors. During Week three Mosshin produced Sessue’s laptop and told him to enroll on an online school. If there was one thing to keep him busy, it was school. At first Sessue glared at the object before taking it and enrolling. Once enrolled, he gave Mosshin detailed instructions on how to lead his empire if they were challenged while he was MIA. He worked on his classes day in and day out, checking on his empire every two hours, just to make sure no one died of a gunshot wound of anything. He ended up being in the hospital for two years as he would not just let his wound heal. He would always agitate it and cause it to reopen and even then it bled. Being 21 years old and in a hospital bed all day was not his idea of fun. Sure his mob would come and visit him, after scaring some of the doctors to death, and fill him in on what’s been happening as well as entertain him, he just wanted to get out of there. He willed himself not to scratch his chest whenever it itched painfully as he did his work. Within two months of this, he was released. The wound had left a long jagged mark on his chest a few shades darker than his skin. Once outside the dreaded place, he walked home, wanting to surprise everyone.
  
  Once there, gunshots rang out. He sprinted into the building, stopping briefly to grab his gun that was inside of a flowerpot and soon began throwing open doors to try and see what was happening. He made it to his office and threw open the door, his eyes widening. Mosshin was slumped over the desk, blood flowing through his hair on to the floor. He saw red before directing his attention to the one with the gun..well everyone in that room had a gun, but that purple hair was something he hadn’t forgotten since he was five. He saw the stupid smile that he had hated when they were younger, the stupid hand that was holding the gun that had shot his best friend, the stupid same color blue eyes that made him want to gorge his own out. Aku Yume. His eyes scanned the room, no one but his men were alive, except for that one most hated person. He suddenly felt pain in his left leg and he stumbled down. Next was his right leg, then shoulder then the left one. All the while, Aku laughing, saying that it was what he deserved. Sessue knew that his men couldn’t help him in any way possible unless he died, but oh well. Sessue raised his own gun and shot. Aku evaded the bullet a little, only letting it hit him in the hip. He screamed in pain. The bone hurt worse than the flesh, without wasting a single second, Sessue shot the rest of his five rounds: The two knee caps, the elbows, and, like his father had taught him, the center of his forehead.
  When this ordeal was over with, Sessue had Aku’s body dumped in Tokyo bay, three cement blocks dragging him down verses one. Mosshin, however, was buried. He couldn’t cremate his best friend and he knew he couldn’t throw him into the water as Mosshin had hydrophobia when he was living, so burying him was the only other option. At Mosshin’s funeral, an unfamiliar face was there and the closer that face got to him, the more his sudden headache got. He held his ground during the funeral, but afterwards he confronted the face. It was female, and therefore he would not hit her unless provoked. She asked him what his name was and he responded Sessue. She laughed and asked of his true name. A confused look passed his features before he whispered “Paroxysm.” Without a second glance, she handed him a card and told him to come there if he felt like getting stronger. The 21 year old smiled. Of course he would join this Septimal Moon and ee just HOW strong they truly were. After leaving his second in command, Mitsu, in charge, he drove to the address, signing in frustration when his headache returned. He was soon guided to a room and was told to sit in there. He must have been in there for all of ten minutes, but it felt like ten years as soon he began to wonder and look around, occasionally jogging from one end to the next until the door finally opened.
  
  He was called a “Fighter”. When he corrected the male who thought that was his name, he replied again with “Fighter”. He was told to attend the school and he made the same promise as the female did. He was told to stay on campus and he would have denied, if Mitsu hadn’t called him and said that an opposing Yakuza wanted to join up with their own nearly doubling their territory and tripling their size. He smiled, “Ya gotta deal.” He managed to say before he was thrown into training.
  
  Now, Even four years later, Sessue is training hard to be a fighter, sure he has yet to get his “other half” but with his brains and strength, he’s a good match up with anyone at the moment. He goes solo sometimes when another sacrificeless Fighter goes against him. Sometimes they settle by spell battle, other times they do it the old fashioned way. Either way, he’s getting stronger to prove himself to his sacrifice.
• RP Sample: Kuku: Sessue, did you eat meh rp sample?
  Sessue: I am your rp sample *jumps in mouth*
  Kuku: *noms on*

• Your Name: I’s a Kuku *Rawr*
• Timezone: Pacific
• Faceclaim:

[b]BLEACH[/b] - [i]Grimmjow Jagerjaquez[/i] – SESSUE OSHIRO

[Risa]

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