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Entry tags:
Zodion app
✖ CHARACTER:
Name:
Hanatarou Yamada
Canon:
BLEACH
PB/Image:
http://i.imgur.com/bbd4y.png
Info links:
http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Hanatar%C5%8D_Yamada
Canon Point:
Chapter 301
Gender:
Male
Age:
No canon age; likely 60–100
Birthdate/Sign:
April 1 / Aries (canon, thank god)
Tattoo:
over his tailbone, about the size of a credit card
Suitability:
n/a
Power:
He'll retain his ability to draw on his own spiritual power/reiatus (and that of his patient, when applicable) to heal injuries. In canon, he's shown as capable of healing almost any type of injury as long as the patient survives long enough to receive treatment; the process can take anywhere from a few minutes to several hours depending on the severity of the wounds (and similarly ranges from nbd to completely exhausting). If necessary, the power could be scaled back so that it takes longer, is more draining, or is only effective on injuries up to a certain level of severity.
Personality:
Meek and nervous to the extreme, Hanatarou is easy to intimidate, never stands up for himself, and almost always does as he's told. These traits, along with his small stature, flimsy constitution, and jumpiness, have made him a prime target for bullies of all kinds all his life. (He's part of the Gotei 13's 4th division, where receiving threats and various kinds of abuse from 11th division is normal for everyone--but Hanatarou is the only one who is also regularly picked on by other members of 4th division.) He's gullible, clumsy, sometimes painfully clueless, and has a tendency to completely space out; he regularly overworks and uses energy supplements to take the place of sleep, so he's tired most of the time too.
He's also gentle, sweet, and far more passionate than most people would suspect. Typical airhead mode aside, he's extremely serious and competent when in his element, and is occasionally impressively subtle and sneaky (he leads Ichigo and Ganju through a network of underground passageways that he knows their pursuers can't navigate, steals a spare key to Rukia's cell, and uses a tranquilizing medicine to incapacitate a guard so he can get to Rukia without needing to fight). Of course, he's also submissive and selfless to a fault. Much of his self-effacement and deflection of anything like thanks or praise is a product of the fact that these are the appropriate and polite things for a person of his status (and culture) to do, but he does take it to an extreme, and the feelings behind it are pretty genuine.
Ichigo Kurosaki is a very important person to him, not so much because they're close but because Ichigo's presence and actions meant a lot to Hanatarou and functioned as a catalyst for his own realizations. The truth is that, until Ichigo and his comrades shook things up and defied the Proper Way of Things so spectacularly by busting into Soul Society and stopping Rukia's execution, it had never really occurred to Hanatarou that it was possible for him to matter, or for things to be better than they were--and that doing all he could to make them that way was not only okay, but was the right thing to do. Watching Ichigo fight against opponents that he should reasonably have been no match for--not because he was certain of victory, or because he needed to preserve his own life, but because he had to in order to save Rukia--taught Hanatarou more about real courage than he had learned in countless years of service. And watching Ichigo win those impossible fights and keep all his promises taught Hanatarou more about hope than he had ever learned over a lifetime in a rigidly stratified, stagnant, and seemingly immutable society. Even though it was a subtle change outwardly, it meant everything to him. Without it, he couldn't have faced down his very real, very legitimate fear and gone past it to find the incredible courage he'd never known he possessed. Since then, he hasn't stopped being scared of stuff, and almost nothing about his behaviour has actually changed, but everything is better.
Ichigo may have been the one to show Hanatarou how to face his fears, but the one he faced them for was Rukia Kuchiki. They met when she was already slated for execution and he was assigned to clean her cell; he was intimidated by her high status, but she treated him as a friend and made him feel at ease. Her kindness and friendship were important enough to him that he was willing to aid and abet criminal intruders if it meant she'd be saved; this indirect betrayal of Soul Society eventually became full-on treason, and in the end he was even ready to face Byakuya (whom he had no chance of defeating) in battle to keep her safe.
By default, Hanatarou expects to be treated badly, scolded, and/or disregarded entirely. As a result, he's not only very pleasantly surprised when someone is actually kind to or considerate of him, he's also entirely unprepared for it and doesn't quite know how to react. (It can end up pretty awkward, but it's a good awkward! ... for him, at least!) This same basic principle means that all someone has to do is be genuinely (or convincingly!) nice to him a couple of times, and he'll pretty much walk into hell for them without ever expecting anything in return. (Seriously, he won't expect anything. They don't even have to keep being nice to him.) Luckily for him, sort of, it also means he doesn't get depressed over things like unrequited love, since... well, why would he bother considering the possibility of it being requited in the first place? Thinking of himself as someone who is potentially important in any way--whose feelings and actions actually have relevance, even significance, and maybe even to people other than himself--is something pretty new for him. He's working on it, though.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:
[ the unsteady shot is of a rather pale and exhausted-looking face framed by messy black hair; the eyes are blue, heavy-lidded, and ringed with dark circles. however, the face's owner doesn't seem to be in particularly bad spirits, and even offers a slight bow before speaking. ]
Good afternoon, anyone who's there! Um, I just happened to find myself here a little while ago... and saw the strange apparition in the water, and read a letter, and got this phone thing.
I don't want to trouble you too much, but I was wondering whether anyone had perhaps seen a petite young woman with black hair, black clothing, and a terrible torso injury. Um, or a man with black hair, white hair ornaments, and terrible injuries to the arm and leg. Or anyone in black clothing, really... or white clothing, I guess...
Ah, or if anyone knew where there's something like a relief station or clinic.
--Oh, and my name is Hanatarou Yamada. ...It's nice to meet you. ...Thank you very much!
[ there's another quick, polite inclination of the head; just before the video ends, its subject indulges in a nervous face-rub, leaving behind a splotch of something suspiciously blood-colored. ]
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
There's a lot going on around him, but he's not thinking about anything except getting Rukia away from here; he can't think about anything else, or he might not make it. Every step is agonizingly slow; attempting a flash-step is a risky endeavor for him even at the best of times, and considering Rukia's grievous injuries, if he were to trip or run into something now, the consequences could actually be deadly. She feels heavy in his arms (he's probably the only one to whom she could possibly feel heavy, dead weight or not), and the extra care he's taking to avoid jostling her slows them down even more. But he keeps going, making slow progress, hoping the Espada will be too occupied with Captain Kuchiki to take notice of them. He's not really paying attention to their battle; that would be thinking about something else, splitting his concentration, jeopardizing their chances.
Without warning, Rukia's limp body stiffens in his arms, and in the next instant, a sudden, searing pain rips across his chest. He makes some inconsequential noise of confusion, then, as his vision begins to darken, he sees Rukia, on her feet but still unconscious (such blank eyes); Captain Kuchiki is moving, then not moving, and then he can't see anything anymore. The last thing he's aware of us is how terribly lonely it feels to fall when there's nobody who will catch him.
--The next thing he's aware of is the impact against a stone floor. (But hadn't that room in Las Noches been covered in ice?...) Then, unbearable brightness. (But it had been so dark.) And then, of course, pain. (Hadn't he died?) It hurts terribly, but something is different there, too; it's not quite as deep or as blinding. Still, all he can do is gasp soundlessly for air and wonder how he could possibly be conscious. But he can't just lie here; he can't just give up and die like this. He doesn't see them anywhere, but Rukia and Captain Kuchiki can't be far, and both of them still need healing...
He finds his way to the wound with badly shaking hands and starts trying to heal it. Just enough so that he'll be able to move around and look for the others without worrying that he'll pass out (or die) any second... The slash is still bleeding freely, and all of the blood is still warm and wet; it doesn't make sense. How much time has passed? But he keeps healing until he begins to feel that he's about to faint from expending too much energy, rather than from blood loss and pain, and then he eases off and lies still. (The sky is blue overhead, the ground is perfectly even, and there are architectural structures and greenery around him; wherever he is, it's nothing like where he was.)
After a minute or so he continues healing, but he has to stop again before long. After a little more rest, he begins the process of struggling partially upright and retrieving the medical bag from underneath him. The strap has been severed and he landed on the thing with his full weight, but its contents are mostly intact; one of the little bottles is broken, but he can't remember what was in it. He shrugs out of his kimono and self-administers what's more or less the absolute minimum of field dressing--just a long smear of numbing styptic, then bandages, wrapped as tightly as he can manage.
Maybe none of this is real.
Aizen has the power to make almost any of them see and experience whatever he wants them to, and Hanatarou is, after all, inside his stronghold. (He had been, at least.) All of this could be an illusion, a distraction... or a dying dream...
No, he can't think like that. Whether this is real or not, he won't accomplish anything by simply sitting and doubting his senses. He has to start looking around so he can figure out where he is and then find his way back to the others. There's a small pedestal only a few feet away, and it seems as good a thing to examine first as any other; leaving his bag on the ground for now, he wobbles to his feet and steps carefully over the ring of water.
He immediately falls back down when the water suddenly shoots upward to encase him in a hollow pillar. No, no, he can't panic! He probably isn't trapped--it's probably just water! It's some kind of fountain... reflecting some... kind of...
That's really strange. He doesn't remember taking all of his clothes off. But there he is in the altogether, from all sorts of weird angles... (This has to be an illusion, but does that mean Aizen deliberately decided to show him this??)
Anyway, assuming it's accurate, it's a chance to get a better look at his sword wound. He's not sure how much of a point there is to it, but he imagines what he'd do to treat an injury like that if it were on someone else and he had time to do a proper job of it. But after a moment something else catches his eye. It's faint... maybe he's imagining it... but on his back, below the edge of where the bandages should be, there's a strange mark.
The water collapses, taking the images with it, before he has time to think about it much. And he shouldn't waste more time; he can think later, while he looks for Rukia and the others. He reaches up and uses the top of the pedestal to pull himself back to his feet, then blinks down at the little box resting there. After a moment, he opens it.
Name:
Hanatarou Yamada
Canon:
BLEACH
PB/Image:
http://i.imgur.com/bbd4y.png
Info links:
http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Hanatar%C5%8D_Yamada
Canon Point:
Chapter 301
Gender:
Male
Age:
No canon age; likely 60–100
Birthdate/Sign:
April 1 / Aries (canon, thank god)
Tattoo:
over his tailbone, about the size of a credit card
Suitability:
n/a
Power:
He'll retain his ability to draw on his own spiritual power/reiatus (and that of his patient, when applicable) to heal injuries. In canon, he's shown as capable of healing almost any type of injury as long as the patient survives long enough to receive treatment; the process can take anywhere from a few minutes to several hours depending on the severity of the wounds (and similarly ranges from nbd to completely exhausting). If necessary, the power could be scaled back so that it takes longer, is more draining, or is only effective on injuries up to a certain level of severity.
Personality:
Meek and nervous to the extreme, Hanatarou is easy to intimidate, never stands up for himself, and almost always does as he's told. These traits, along with his small stature, flimsy constitution, and jumpiness, have made him a prime target for bullies of all kinds all his life. (He's part of the Gotei 13's 4th division, where receiving threats and various kinds of abuse from 11th division is normal for everyone--but Hanatarou is the only one who is also regularly picked on by other members of 4th division.) He's gullible, clumsy, sometimes painfully clueless, and has a tendency to completely space out; he regularly overworks and uses energy supplements to take the place of sleep, so he's tired most of the time too.
He's also gentle, sweet, and far more passionate than most people would suspect. Typical airhead mode aside, he's extremely serious and competent when in his element, and is occasionally impressively subtle and sneaky (he leads Ichigo and Ganju through a network of underground passageways that he knows their pursuers can't navigate, steals a spare key to Rukia's cell, and uses a tranquilizing medicine to incapacitate a guard so he can get to Rukia without needing to fight). Of course, he's also submissive and selfless to a fault. Much of his self-effacement and deflection of anything like thanks or praise is a product of the fact that these are the appropriate and polite things for a person of his status (and culture) to do, but he does take it to an extreme, and the feelings behind it are pretty genuine.
Ichigo Kurosaki is a very important person to him, not so much because they're close but because Ichigo's presence and actions meant a lot to Hanatarou and functioned as a catalyst for his own realizations. The truth is that, until Ichigo and his comrades shook things up and defied the Proper Way of Things so spectacularly by busting into Soul Society and stopping Rukia's execution, it had never really occurred to Hanatarou that it was possible for him to matter, or for things to be better than they were--and that doing all he could to make them that way was not only okay, but was the right thing to do. Watching Ichigo fight against opponents that he should reasonably have been no match for--not because he was certain of victory, or because he needed to preserve his own life, but because he had to in order to save Rukia--taught Hanatarou more about real courage than he had learned in countless years of service. And watching Ichigo win those impossible fights and keep all his promises taught Hanatarou more about hope than he had ever learned over a lifetime in a rigidly stratified, stagnant, and seemingly immutable society. Even though it was a subtle change outwardly, it meant everything to him. Without it, he couldn't have faced down his very real, very legitimate fear and gone past it to find the incredible courage he'd never known he possessed. Since then, he hasn't stopped being scared of stuff, and almost nothing about his behaviour has actually changed, but everything is better.
Ichigo may have been the one to show Hanatarou how to face his fears, but the one he faced them for was Rukia Kuchiki. They met when she was already slated for execution and he was assigned to clean her cell; he was intimidated by her high status, but she treated him as a friend and made him feel at ease. Her kindness and friendship were important enough to him that he was willing to aid and abet criminal intruders if it meant she'd be saved; this indirect betrayal of Soul Society eventually became full-on treason, and in the end he was even ready to face Byakuya (whom he had no chance of defeating) in battle to keep her safe.
By default, Hanatarou expects to be treated badly, scolded, and/or disregarded entirely. As a result, he's not only very pleasantly surprised when someone is actually kind to or considerate of him, he's also entirely unprepared for it and doesn't quite know how to react. (It can end up pretty awkward, but it's a good awkward! ... for him, at least!) This same basic principle means that all someone has to do is be genuinely (or convincingly!) nice to him a couple of times, and he'll pretty much walk into hell for them without ever expecting anything in return. (Seriously, he won't expect anything. They don't even have to keep being nice to him.) Luckily for him, sort of, it also means he doesn't get depressed over things like unrequited love, since... well, why would he bother considering the possibility of it being requited in the first place? Thinking of himself as someone who is potentially important in any way--whose feelings and actions actually have relevance, even significance, and maybe even to people other than himself--is something pretty new for him. He's working on it, though.
✖ SAMPLES:
"Zodion" First-Person Network Entry:
[ the unsteady shot is of a rather pale and exhausted-looking face framed by messy black hair; the eyes are blue, heavy-lidded, and ringed with dark circles. however, the face's owner doesn't seem to be in particularly bad spirits, and even offers a slight bow before speaking. ]
Good afternoon, anyone who's there! Um, I just happened to find myself here a little while ago... and saw the strange apparition in the water, and read a letter, and got this phone thing.
I don't want to trouble you too much, but I was wondering whether anyone had perhaps seen a petite young woman with black hair, black clothing, and a terrible torso injury. Um, or a man with black hair, white hair ornaments, and terrible injuries to the arm and leg. Or anyone in black clothing, really... or white clothing, I guess...
Ah, or if anyone knew where there's something like a relief station or clinic.
--Oh, and my name is Hanatarou Yamada. ...It's nice to meet you. ...Thank you very much!
[ there's another quick, polite inclination of the head; just before the video ends, its subject indulges in a nervous face-rub, leaving behind a splotch of something suspiciously blood-colored. ]
"Zodionlogs" Third-Person Prose Entry:
There's a lot going on around him, but he's not thinking about anything except getting Rukia away from here; he can't think about anything else, or he might not make it. Every step is agonizingly slow; attempting a flash-step is a risky endeavor for him even at the best of times, and considering Rukia's grievous injuries, if he were to trip or run into something now, the consequences could actually be deadly. She feels heavy in his arms (he's probably the only one to whom she could possibly feel heavy, dead weight or not), and the extra care he's taking to avoid jostling her slows them down even more. But he keeps going, making slow progress, hoping the Espada will be too occupied with Captain Kuchiki to take notice of them. He's not really paying attention to their battle; that would be thinking about something else, splitting his concentration, jeopardizing their chances.
Without warning, Rukia's limp body stiffens in his arms, and in the next instant, a sudden, searing pain rips across his chest. He makes some inconsequential noise of confusion, then, as his vision begins to darken, he sees Rukia, on her feet but still unconscious (such blank eyes); Captain Kuchiki is moving, then not moving, and then he can't see anything anymore. The last thing he's aware of us is how terribly lonely it feels to fall when there's nobody who will catch him.
--The next thing he's aware of is the impact against a stone floor. (But hadn't that room in Las Noches been covered in ice?...) Then, unbearable brightness. (But it had been so dark.) And then, of course, pain. (Hadn't he died?) It hurts terribly, but something is different there, too; it's not quite as deep or as blinding. Still, all he can do is gasp soundlessly for air and wonder how he could possibly be conscious. But he can't just lie here; he can't just give up and die like this. He doesn't see them anywhere, but Rukia and Captain Kuchiki can't be far, and both of them still need healing...
He finds his way to the wound with badly shaking hands and starts trying to heal it. Just enough so that he'll be able to move around and look for the others without worrying that he'll pass out (or die) any second... The slash is still bleeding freely, and all of the blood is still warm and wet; it doesn't make sense. How much time has passed? But he keeps healing until he begins to feel that he's about to faint from expending too much energy, rather than from blood loss and pain, and then he eases off and lies still. (The sky is blue overhead, the ground is perfectly even, and there are architectural structures and greenery around him; wherever he is, it's nothing like where he was.)
After a minute or so he continues healing, but he has to stop again before long. After a little more rest, he begins the process of struggling partially upright and retrieving the medical bag from underneath him. The strap has been severed and he landed on the thing with his full weight, but its contents are mostly intact; one of the little bottles is broken, but he can't remember what was in it. He shrugs out of his kimono and self-administers what's more or less the absolute minimum of field dressing--just a long smear of numbing styptic, then bandages, wrapped as tightly as he can manage.
Maybe none of this is real.
Aizen has the power to make almost any of them see and experience whatever he wants them to, and Hanatarou is, after all, inside his stronghold. (He had been, at least.) All of this could be an illusion, a distraction... or a dying dream...
No, he can't think like that. Whether this is real or not, he won't accomplish anything by simply sitting and doubting his senses. He has to start looking around so he can figure out where he is and then find his way back to the others. There's a small pedestal only a few feet away, and it seems as good a thing to examine first as any other; leaving his bag on the ground for now, he wobbles to his feet and steps carefully over the ring of water.
He immediately falls back down when the water suddenly shoots upward to encase him in a hollow pillar. No, no, he can't panic! He probably isn't trapped--it's probably just water! It's some kind of fountain... reflecting some... kind of...
That's really strange. He doesn't remember taking all of his clothes off. But there he is in the altogether, from all sorts of weird angles... (This has to be an illusion, but does that mean Aizen deliberately decided to show him this??)
Anyway, assuming it's accurate, it's a chance to get a better look at his sword wound. He's not sure how much of a point there is to it, but he imagines what he'd do to treat an injury like that if it were on someone else and he had time to do a proper job of it. But after a moment something else catches his eye. It's faint... maybe he's imagining it... but on his back, below the edge of where the bandages should be, there's a strange mark.
The water collapses, taking the images with it, before he has time to think about it much. And he shouldn't waste more time; he can think later, while he looks for Rukia and the others. He reaches up and uses the top of the pedestal to pull himself back to his feet, then blinks down at the little box resting there. After a moment, he opens it.