Name: Jennifer Starr
Race: Soul Reaper
Birthday: February 1
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Height: 133 cm (4'4")
Weight: 26 kg (58 lb)
Eyes: Golden-brown
Hair: Auburn with red highlights (this changes to white and red after the accident)
Unusual Features: Dragon-shaped scar on her left temple
Zanpakutō
Name:Kurakeshinmaru (暗化身丸, "Dark Incarnation")
The spirit of Kurakeshinmaru resembles a large, serpentine dragon with black fur and feathers; large wings; a deep, echoing voice; and a lizard's skull as a mask. In her human form, Kurakeshinmaru appears to be a 25 to 30-year-old woman with long, silver hair; golden-orange eyes; and an arrogant stature. She also bears a long, jagged scar that stretches the length of her right cheek bone and down to her wrist. Her attire consists of dark garments and a red overcoat that flares out past her knees. Kurakeshinmaru loves to fight and often pushes Jennifer into battles in the hopes of making her stronger, a strange trait that both of them share.
Ever since Jennifer had her first hand-on experience with death, both she and Kurakeshinmaru have developed a strong bondage with each other, despite their usual arguments. Kurakeshinmaru usually aides Jennifer in battle, giving advice or helping to heal any serious wounds.
Shikai: Due to Jennifer's immense spiritual energy, Kurakeshinmaru's Shikai form resembles a long, wide scimitar nearly as long as Jennifer's body. The blade is silver with no cross-guard, and the tang is wrapped in a lavender cloth. Unlike most Zanpakutō, Kurakeshinmaru is always in its Shikai form.
Shikai Special Ability: While primarily used for melee combat, Kurakeshinmaru does possess one known ability.
Mikazuki Kiba (三日月牙 "Crescent Moon Fang"):Jennifer swings her Zanpakutō in a 180-degree arc, sending a blast of energy forward. The highly-condensed spiritual energy is concentrated at the tip of Kurakeshinmaru and creates an energy-powered slash. The strength of the blast intensifies the farther its moves from the blade and takes the form of a crescent moon. It can be either swung through the air or into the ground, which causes a large wave of debris that crushes almost anything in its path.
Bankai: Akairo Zankō Kurakeshinmaru (赤色残光 暗化身丸, "Red Afterglow Dark Incarnation"): Jennifer's Bankai lengthens and becomes much thinner, looking more like a Masamune. The blade turns black with a blue line running along the middle grove and a scarlet edge. It also gains a circular cross-guard carved with three tomoe. A short chain dangles from the base of the hilt and has a curved blade in the shape of a dragon, similar to Jennifer's scar. The sword is durable enough to withstand direct blows without breaking. With Kurakeshinmaru's Bankai form, Jennifer's attire changes to match the dark garments of her Zanpakutō's spirit. Her spiritual energy also becomes so great that it becomes visible, taking the shape of a large, shadowy dragon, in reminiscent to Kurakeshinmaru's true form, behind Jennifer. The dragon moves moves on its own will and can lash out at any unsuspecting enemies. This shadow seems to be an extension of Jennifer's own limbs.
Bankai Special Abilities: Akairo Zankō Kurakeshinmaru is used mainly for melee, like its Shikai, and possesses some elemental abilities. Jennifer's strength is greatly enhanced, allowing her to effortlessly block enemies and put more power into her attacks. She then uses the power of her Bankai to perform hyper-speed attacks. Her speed becomes so great that she can outpace even the Flash-Step masters, Yoruichi and Byakuya. On the contrary, Jennifer's spiritual pressure intensifies enough to make the air around her 'poisonous' to breathe in. Her spirit energy compresses and changes from its normal red hue to a deep red-purple, signifying the toxicity in her presence.
EnhancedMikazuki Kiba: Usually called Mikazuki no Kage (三日月の影, "Crescent Shadow"), this attack is used in the same manner as Mikazuki Mangetsu Kiba, but the effect is greatly enhanced. The energy-powered slashes are violet-purple with a red outline, and can cut through just about anything.
Hollowed Form: During the time that Jennifer trained as a Soul Reaper, she not only managed to draw up Kurakeshinmaru, but also gained the powers of a Hollow as well. In her Hollowed form, Jennifer's capabilities in speed, strength, and endurance increase dramatically. However, instead of there being a separate entity, the inner Hollow is actually her Zanpakutō itself, Kurakeshinmaru. With there being no risk of becoming possessed by an evil entity, she is enabled to access her Hollow powers without any limitations. When summoned, Jennifer's mask resembles a dragon's skull with magenta stripes along the cheek bones and forehead, long canines, and two back-sweeping horns. The usage of this form is more accessible through Jennifer's Bankai release. As far as being considered a Vizard or not is still up for debate.
Prologue
Standard Daytime ~Everyday~
It was the beginning of spring and nearing the end of my first year at High School. My name is Jennifer Starr. I've lived in Bullhead, Arizona for the past sixteen years of my life. I'm what you may call a child prodigy: an High School student second-year College courses. Ever since I've been in school, starting with elementary, my IQ has been high enough to take the class-levels several grades above usual. However, even with this smart brain of mine, I've been teased constantly at school, not that I really cared. There were multiple times when I had the feeling that the students were just jealous of my good grades. The only thing that bugged me the most was the fact that I am also incredibly short: 4-foot-4-inches to be exact. Anyways, even though I have excellent grades, I do tend to be quite...
"Jennifer Starr?" a gentle, yet stern voice broke my attention.
...Stubborn and lazy. Quickly putting away the Manga book I had in my hand, I snapped my head up from my corner of the classroom. She was my Calculus teacher, Mrs. Clifford. She was in her mid-thirties and had a kind attitude. She watched me as I tried to focus on what she had just asked me.
"Ummm...Yes, Mrs. Clifford?" I asked, confused.
"What is the answer to question 14 on page 235?" Mrs. Clifford shook her head.
There were several snickers from around the classroom. I smiled nervously before looked into my textbook. Reading the question quickly, it took me a few seconds to figure out the answer. Looking back up, I told my teacher the answer. She nodded her head and went back to her lecture on trigonometry. After listening for a few minutes, I brought out my Bleach book and continued reading. I had always loved reading Manga ever since my freshman year in High School.
Before I knew it, it was the end of class. Gathering my textbook and paperwork, I left the classroom. I continued out of the building and walked over to my car. It was my mom's red 1980-Mustang. She had died several years ago, so my dad gave it to me when I got my Driver's License. I looked up at the sky and enjoyed the cool breeze. Hmph. At least winter is finally over. I was never a big fan of the cold season, but I did like the cool weather of the fall and early spring. I then got in the car and started the engine, heading home. My home was a good four miles from the High School, but I didn't care. In fact, I had the habit of taking the long route home just to enjoy the scenery.
I stopped by the cemetery that was near my house. I remembered how I was got scared the first time I came here. Of course, it was nighttime and I got spooked. Yes, it was the first time that I had seen a ghost in person. I always thought that it was cool on TV, but it was scary in person. Of course, I went back the following day and looked around the area where I had seen the ghost the night before. It was the spirit of a young boy who was killed in a car crash. He was really kind and shy, so I got comfortable with him in a short amount of time. Walking passed the gravestones, I came up to his. His name was scratched off of the stone, so I came up with the nickname "Leon" because he always carried a stuffed lion toy with him. I smiled at the thought. Suddenly, I felt the familiar presence behind me.
"Jennifer. You came back."
I smiled and turned around to face the boy. He was a ten-year-old and had cinnamon-colored hair. The spirit tilted his head and blinked at me.
"Hey, Leon. Sorry I haven't been visiting you lately," I chuckled.
"It's okay," Leon smiled at me.
Leon floated over to his gravestone and sat on it. I smiled and leaned against the small sapwood next to him. We spent the next few minutes talking to each other. I told him about how life was going and how I'm in High School. Even though he was younger than me, he seemed to understand what I talked about. It was not often that I would find someone who I felt comfortable to talk to, aside from Travis and Alexis. I was thankful to have the few friends that I had, even some spirits were my friends.
I glanced down at my watch. Seeing that it time to leave, I told Leon that I had to go. He protested, but I told him that I'd visit him tomorrow. Leon grinned and jumped up and down as he always did when he's happy. I laughed at him and patted him on the head. Walking back to the car, I couldn't help but notice that I was being watched by someone or something. I glanced around. Something white flashed in the corner of my eye. I turned my attention to whatever it was and saw nothing.
"What the?" I cocked my eyebrow. "Okay then."
I slowly turned around and got into the Mustang.
Slaves!
Hebrews born to serve!
To the Pharaoh!
Heed!
To his every word!
Live in fear!
Faith!
Of the unknown one!
The deliverer!
Wait!
Something must be done!
Four hundred years!
So let it be written!
So let it be done!
I'm sent here by the chosen one!
So let it be written!
So let it be done!
To kill the first born Pharaoh's son!
I'm creeping death!
"Jennifer, would you please turn down that music!" my dad yelled form the family room.
"It's not even on that high," I yelled when I got to my bedroom door.
"Dad, let her go," my older brother, Nathan, finally spoke up. "She's not going to listen to you."
"Hey, I heard that!"
Tsk. I closed my door and walked over to my 'desk' to turn down the volume. I was working on my English assignment that was due tomorrow, so the papers were scattered all over my desk and bed. My dad, myself, and my older, 23-year-old brother were living in a decent-sized house with two bedrooms and a smaller room used as an office. Unfortunately, my room had to be shared with Nathan, not that I minded. All there was in the room was a dresser, desk, and a bunk bed. I never slept on a normal bed, so I used a futon mattress.
"You'd think he's even human," I shook my head as I sat down on my chair. "Hell, he complains about the volume even with my door closed. Jeez."
I looked over my essay and made sure that I had everything correct. Pleased, I stapled the papers and put them into my English folder. Sigh. Tomorrow's gonna be a long day. I also had to study for the tests that were for my Science and Math classes. After putting away the rest of my homework, I left my room to get something to eat for dinner.
After dinner and doing my evening chores, I watched some TV before going back into my room. The air in my room was a bit chilly, but it didn't bother me. I always kept my bedroom window opened for most of the day and during the night. It always felt good to sleep with a cool breeze coming in every so often. I quickly put on my pajamas – a tank top and a pair of cotton pants – and pulled out my futon from its corner. My aunt and uncle had bought it for me on Christmas. They, along with the rest of my family knew that I loved Japanese culture. Thus, my room, despite being small, had an Asian-themed lantern hanging from the ceiling, several statues of Eastern Dragons, and the bunk bed that Nathan slept on. Apart from the theme, I also had some of my artwork hanging on one wall. The other side, Nathan's side with the bunk, had his posters of motorcycles and skateboarders.
Laying down on my futon, I thought over my homework. I wanted to be certain that I had everything completed. Something dawned on me. There's something I didn't do. Crap, what was it? I tried to remember but failed. I groaned in frustration and rolled over on my side. I glanced up at my alarm clock: it read 11 'o clock. I grimaced. Shit. I'll probably remember tomorrow morning. Hopefully, it wasn't anything too important.