Polo, the mighty Girlehkins and their army of gherkins.

Name: Kougu Tanaka (His name means Tool. Surname is just a random common Japanese surname. Haha! You'll see later Why is name is what it is. Haha!)
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Personality: to be RPed.
Skill: Shinigami. Zanpakutou name: Kataki no Itsu (Revenge of Peace. Definitely gramatically incorrect, but what the hell. )
Looks: Tall, almost 6ft. Long, straight, black hair, usually untidy, with a long fringe that sometimes falls over his eyes. Pale complextion. Dark, intense blue eyes. Skinny, almost skrawny. Not much muscle. Long limbs and abnormally long, skinny fingers. Everything about him is long and thin, as though he had been stretched. His dark blue eyes have a mysterious quality, as though he's always lost in thought, though it is impossible to see what he is thinking.

(Sorry, I suck at this. )


I twisted him a little bit... And will continue to do so as time goes by.

Well. I don't think I need to say anything else. Here goes!

Kougu glanced around, spinning a small silver dagger in his hand. its handle was midnight black and shiny, yet it never seemed to get a single smudge on it. The blade was a bright silver with engravings along the top - words written in some arcane language, perhaps a language only he understood. He twirled his dagger a moment longer, then stabbed it downward toward it's holder clipped to his belt. Miss. Kougu winced slightly as the sharp blade was plunged into his leg, instantly deadening the flesh around the wound so that he began to rot alive. Wrinkling his nose in disgust at the smell, Kougu gave the dagger a hard yank. It grudgingly left his flesh, flinging droplets of dark crimson blood into the sky. They hovered there momentarily, reflecting the silver glow of the moon until they turned ashen in colour. They finally fell, splattering on the ground. Kougu carefully slid the dagger into its holder, then turned his attention to the wound and the perishing skin around it. He held his right hand over it, muttered soft soft words, and watched as a silver-blue glow erupted from his hand. He held it there a moment, then flicked his wrists and hooked his thumbs into his back pockets once more. The wound had vanished. Nothing but a bloodstained rip in the leg of his jeans remained, and these were hardly rare on his clothes. He had done the exact same thing countless times, yet he never seemed to learn. Unconcerned, Kougu wandered onwards, glancing around and scratching his head from time to time, as though looking for something he had lost. It was past midnight, yet Kougu continued to walk around as though he hadn't a care in the world. Why he was not at home and in bed, only he seemed to know.

Kougu walked on a short distance, then came to an abrupt standstill as he heard footsteps nearby. Strange, for other people to be out so late... Usually They were all asleep by now. He would have been, except that he seemed to have misplaced his house yet again... Even if he did remember where he lived, he would still have to find the keys. Where had he left them...? Kougu subconsciously patted his pockets, an absentminded expression crossing his face as he wracked his brain. Finally, he shrugged and looked around again, his dark blue eyes finally coming to rest on the slim figure of a girl, around his own age he would guess. Kougu watched her with vague interest, staring at her as one might stare at a television show that does not quite hold their interest. The sort of thing one watches simply because they have nothing else to do. Indeed, this was the case. Kougu's eyes narrowed slightly in concern as he noticed she was crying. If the world had taught him one thing, it was certainly that he could not trust anybody. All the same, he had a kind, soft heart and he had never been able to see somebody in pain without doing something about it. Kougu was generally considered a freak, a weirdo, and hated because of it, yet if it bothered him at all he showed no sign of it. Weirdo or not, he was still a caring ad sympathetic person, perhaps too much. Finally making up his mind, Kougu hitched a vague, subtle attempt at a smile onto his face. "Hey!" He called out, stretching his long limbs as he moved forward into an awkward jog. He had taken only two strides toward her when he tripped over an untied shoelace, sending him sprawling to the ground. Kougu lay face-down on he tarmac for a moment, then shifted himself into a siting position. He rubbed his head absentmindedly, leaving a bloody trail from his shredded palm. He then shook his head to clear the dizziness, his dark, glossy hair whipping from side to side. Finally he got up, seemingly unconcerned and unabashed. He didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed, simply climbed to his feet and continued jogging toward the girl. "You alright?" He asked as he neared her, slowing to a standstill and stumbling slightly. His dark eyes held a slight unfocused look, as though his mind was in 2 places at once. His stance was completely relaxed, all most too much. It was as though he had a soft outline, not as rigid and solid as a person is meant to be. It was strange the way his outward appearance clearly showed the fact that he was dreamer, seldom able to focus on reality for long, his thoughts always wondering...

Kougu quickly dropped to his knees beside the girl. "This'll hurt, but only for a moment." He whispered softly. Suddenly, Kougu was all business. The wistfulness of the dreamed was gone, making way for a serious side that was seldom seen in him. He murmured a few soft words in some arcane language, his hand held out over the girl's leg. That kidou would dull the pain. With unbelievable speed, Kougu whipped out his dagger and plunged it into the wound, flicking out the metal bullet before quickly dropping the dagger and holding both hands over the wound, muttering fervently as a glow slowly spread from both hands. It slowly spread into a dome as he continued muttering and he watched as the wound slowly began to close. Not for the first time, Kougu found himself feeling thankful that he had chosen to master both Kidou and physical fighting. Of course, if he saw that he had dropped his Zanpakutou... No. He couldn't think about that man! Yet he couldn't get him out of his mind. Kougu clenched his jaw for a moment, then quickly released the anger building up inside him. He focused all his attention on pouring his energy into his hands, healing the deep wound in the girl's leg. A slight frown crossed his face as he redoubled his concentration, forcing himself to keep his attention from wandering.

Kougu glanced briefly at the wolf, seemingly unconcered despite the fact that he had come inches from being ripped to shreds. Though the fact that he had all but ignored the wolf attack proved where his priorities lay. He had seen it coming, but had not moved his hands to grad his weapon and defend himself. First an foremost, he had to heal the girl's wound. That was what he had decided... That was the sort of choice he always made... The sort of choice that man thought to be idiotic. Perhaps it was... Kougu shrugged off the thoughts, instead choosing to answer the girl's question. His face still contorted with concentration, he mumbled his reply without taking his eyes off his hands. "Sorry, I had to get the bullet out before I tried anything. I probably should have warned you before seeming to hack your leg off, but we only had limited time." Kougu spoke in a somewhat uninterested matter-of-fact tone, as though he was discussing some trivial thing, such as sport or weather. Unimportant and inpersonal. His words strongly contradicted his tone... Kougu was indeed a strange one. Completely unpredictable, yet predictably so. "Right now I'm healing the wound. It should be finished in a few moments..." He glanced up briefly, offering a vague, rather unsuccessful attempt at a smile. He quickly returned his attention to his work, frowing at the silver-blue glow a moment longer before finally removing his hands to reveal an unscathed leg, the wound completely healed. "Though you won't remember any of this in a moment..." Kougu muttered to himself as an afterthought, clearly unaware of the fact that he had spoken out loud. He stared blindly at the healed leg a moment longer before turning his gaze to the wolf. "Friend of yours?" He asked, seeming partly curious and partly like he didn't care at all. He stared the wolf in the eyes, his own eyes seeming to stare right through it. His gaze was unblinking. It was enough to make anybody uncomfortable, but Kougu didn't seem to care.

Kougu simply shrugged, apparently distracted by something. His dark eyes were locked on the starry sky above, darting rapidly around. "Butterfly... Lion... Dragon..." He mumbled incoherently to himself, absentmindedly raising his hand to link them with his finger. He smiled slightly, drifting off into his own world. Suddenly, he seemed to remember the situation, snapping his attention back to the present to hear a few of the girl's words. "Huh? Eh... Ummm..." He trailed off, staring thoughtfully at the boy who had just appeared where a wolf had stood moment before. He shrugged, then got to his feet, dusting his bleeding palms on his jeans. "You're alright now?" He confirmed, suddenly seeming somewhat brusque and cold, as though he was in a rush to get somewhere important, though of course he was not. "Right-" He began, not bothering to wait for an answer. "Guess I'll be off then...?" He trailed off with a questioning lilt, raising his eyebrows as he waited for confirmation that he was no longer needed.

Kougu simply shrugged. "I'm nobody important, and you have no need to repay me. I'm just doing my job." He explained emotionlessly, staring determinedly away from her, his tone seeming somewhat distant. "Sorry- I really must be going now." He stated sharply, grabbing his dagger before standing up. He twirled it around in his fingers before stabbing it into its holder again with a flourish. Miss. He winced slightly as the evil blade was plunged into the same spot in his leg for the second time that day. He yanked it out and quickly healed the wound before his skin could rot away, then carefully replaced the dagger. Kougu turned back to face the girl, offering a vague, geeky salute before turning to walk away. He took a few steady strides, then broke into a slow jog. His pace gradually increased and he clapped a hand to his forehead He clenched down harder, his long limbs stretching out into a sprint as he struggled to bite back the scream that was trying to force its way through his clenched teeth. Kougou gripped his head harder, with both hands now. His fingernails dug into the flesh as he gripped so hard his knuckles turned white. Blood began to break through the skin around his fingernails as they stabbed through the pale skin on his face. He skidded around a corner and sprinted down a dark alleyway. Finally, he stumbled to a walk, then fell to his knees. He retched and gagged for a moment before throwing up violently into the drain. He crawled away a short distance, dragging himself along the dirty ground with one hand clapped to his head. Finally, he collapsed into a sitting position with his back against a wall, gasping for breath as he began to tremble violently. He mumbled something incoherent and suddenly his body changed colour, merging him with the wall behind. Then he slid from consciousness, his hand going limp and falling to his lap as his head flopped weakly to bang against his skrawny chest.

Kougu mumbled something incoherent, his hand twitching slightly. His pale face was flushed from the fever burning up his body. He was lucky he had forseen this... Lucky he had got away. Kougu's facial muscles twitched slightly, then his eyes slowly slid open. He blinked confusedly, staring at his surroundings in complete bewilderment. "Where... The hell... Am I?" He mumbled slowly, his eyes sliding shut again as the final words became too slurred to be coherent. Kougu quickly passed out again. His body continued to mimick its surroundings, making him seem like some sort of human chamelion.

Kougu jerked into consciousness the second the dagger left his poket. He threw himself toward it, grabbing it and holding it tightly in his hand before crashing to the floor and lying there, unconscious once more. The gleaming blade bit into his skin, causing rivers of deep crimson to trickle down his arm, soaking into his clothes. He could never let that dagger out of his sight... It was more important than his life. He lay in a crumpled heap, sweating, shaking and mumbling feverishly. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead by sweat, his pale skin now paper white as the blood seemed to leave it.

Kougu's hand twitched as the dagger was removed. His breathing had steadied now and he began edging toward consciousness. Finally, his eyes opened a crack. "What're you doing?" He mumbled weakly, slowly pushing himself into a sitting position with his uninjured hand beore raising his injured one and quickly healing it with a few weakly mumbled words. Just as it as almost healed, a sudden gasp of pain was ripped from his lips as he doubled over, his hand clapped to his heart, breathing heavily. He began to tremble again, his body cold as ice. He sat still for a moment, gasping for air, then gradually straightened his back again. He allowed the kidou to wear off, seeing as he had been found, and suddenly his own pale skin and tattered clothes replaced the semi-transparent ones of before.

"Oh." Kougu replied simply. "Thanks." He was annoyed that he had been found, not to mention surprized. Though he supposed he shouldnt be... Not really. He had long since worked out that this girl was not human. Clearly not... He had seldom seen anything like it... Shrugging off the thoughts, Kougu clambered clumisly to his feet, slipping slightly before he managed to regain his balance. His strenth would return quickly now, he knew that. Kougu raised a hand to his head, then dropped it again. "Thanks." He repeated, "Though I'd best be on my way..." He trailed off, glancing around thoughtfully as he searched for the door.

"Ha! You can't kill me!" Kougu jeered, his voice suddenly deep and harsh. His eyes bulged madly, suddenly bloodshot. His hand reached for the dagger in his pocket, then flew upward to his face. He pressed his palm hard over his pale features, clearly enduring some kind of internal struggle. "Y-you need to get... away fro me..." Kougu mumbled, his voice quiet and gentle once more, yet with a faint sense of urgency. "Please." He was reduced to pleading now, his tone somewhere between demanding and despairing. Only a Zanpakutou could killa Shinigami... Even if she mauled him to within an inch of his life, he would live. As long as there was life left in him, no matter how little, that man would not be stopped. He had to get away... His body trembled violently as he fought off the powerful impulses within.