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» Journal:waxwing
» Birthdate/Age: November 1988, 23 years old
» Characters Played: Beast [worthdisgracing], Tsubaki [sacredeye]
CHARACTER FACTS
» Name: Rangiku Matsumoto
» Canon: BLEACH
» Reference: BLEACH Wiki
» Canon Point: post Lost Substitute Shinigami arc but Pre ch. 480 when
the Blood War arc begins, so it's been ~17 months since Aizen's defeat
» Gender: Female
» Age: centuries old
CHARACTER INTERPRETATION
» Appearance: At 5'8" and only 126 pounds (officially... supposedly...) Rangiku still somehow manages to be quite a curvy woman, with an impressive bust she tends to intentionally show off, a slim waist, and full hips. Add in the long, near waist-length wavy blonde hair, (more red-haired in the anime), the bright blue eyes, beauty mark to the right of her lips and her "adult charm", (thank the author for that quote), and she's every bit the blonde bombshell stereotype.
Rangiku is most often seen wearing the standard shinigami uniform, black shihakusho and hakama, with... adjustments. Mainly the fact that she wears the robe mostly open in the front to showcase her cleavage. She also accessorizes more than most death gods, sporting her vice captain's badge on a more flowing sash on her waist and wearing a thin pink scarf about her shoulders. When she dresses in casual clothes on journeys to the human world she almost always dresses a bit scantily, a bit sexy, usually choosing short skirts and fitted tops.
» Suitability: N/A
» Orientation: Heterosexual. Rangiku is shown throughout the series to have had a long standing relationship with Ichimaru Gin. Though canon isn't explicit about the exact nature of that relationship, whether it was sexual or not, it was one that progressed from friendship to a more romantic one from Rangiku's side of things. She often flirts in canon when off duty, only playfully as far as we've seen, but always with men. She has shown no romantic attraction to women in the series.
» Personality Rangiku's personality can be easily broken down in to three distinct behavior patterns based on situations she is often in. Rangiku alone behaves quite differently from Rangiku in a casual setting with friends, and both of those are vastly different that how she carries herself in serious and dangerous situations.
Rangiku is a shinigami of the Gotei 13, a vice-captain, and so she is a soldier. She's been trained to lead, to fight, and she's been doing it for years. When she's in the midst of battle, faced with an enemy, or dealing with a legitimately serious situation, Rangiku is all business. She doesn't mess around or make jokes, and she doesn't do anything to endanger those she fights alongside. She keeps her head about her and she doesn't let her anger fully master her, keeping her emotions in check even when faced with things that inwardly make her want to despair or lash out. In the most emotional of battle situations she has been shown to act independently from her unit, (which could be seen as quite a foolish choice), but when she makes those choices she does so wanting to spare others potential pain and injury and also take care of something she views as a personal betrayal and settle it between the two involved. During a battle or crisis situation she knows when to go full force, when to hang back or retreat, when to play dead, and when to taunt or bait her opponent. (In her numerous battles in canon, the only time she's been completely thrown off guard is when faced by an opponent who was acting mentally deficient and non-violent/aggressive.)
And though Rangiku is a soldier by profession, she doesn't live that life 24/7. Far from it. The moment she steps off the battlefield, when she doesn't have to worry about other people's lives or the fate of the human and spirit worlds, she'd much rather take a nap, go drinking, or laze around. She's often seen shirking her more paperwork oriented vice captain duties and letting the responsibility for that kind of thing fall on her underlings or more diligent captain- though in return, she is always willing to offer a drink or a blanket to the one who falls asleep at his desk. She flirts and she laughs, she gets piss drunk with her colleagues to help them forget the bad things, boisterous and happy. She is the type to draw cute hearts around her name when she writes it down, to impose on others with a smile but only when she knows they won't mind the imposition, and keeps her cellphone in her cleavage. She participates in the Shinigami Women's Association but selfishly uses activities for her own purposes at times and shirks the duties of that group as well, doing as she pleases very like the cat which is her zanpakutou's form. Rangiku is additionally quite aware of her sex appeal, and definitely not above using it to her advantage. She sees nothing wrong with using her charms to get free drinks, to convince people to support her petty (yet usually motivated by kindness!) cause of the hour, such as the ever so popular "get captain to relax" or "get a day off". The omake comics often showcase her hoodwinking the male vice captains in to serving her out of admiration for her figure. She never goes farther than flirting, however, and would become aggravated and offended if someone expected to get more than an affectionate arm sling or boob press out of her- many a man has been felled by a well placed kick from Rangiku when she's not in the mood. (And did I mention her breasts? Cause the girl likes to talk about them- a lot. Especially to relieve the tension in the air. Nothing like a complaint about how much they weigh to get a group of adrenaline charged soldiers to snap out of it.)
But that's Rangiku in public. In the few instances we see Rangiku alone, we see a somewhat lonely individual. Throughout most of canon she is haunted by the trouble brewing in Soul Society and the actions and "betrayal" of Ichimaru Gin, a man she has known and had feelings of the affectionate kind for since they were children. Gin saved her, gave her food when she was lying in the dirt and starving, gave her a birthday, someone to come home to. Until he started disappearing, until he started not coming home, and instead of being with him, she had to start trying to follow him, never knowing where he'd lead, or if she'd see him again when he turned his back to go. She became used to his leaving, to being left behind, and yet her feelings remained. His apparent betrayal of Soul Society, and the words that he leaves her with, words that imply a regret to leave her even as he does weigh heavily on her mind once she is sure others are not around to see. The smile fades, the shoulders hunch, and she falls quiet, reflective. If someone finds her like this she covers it quickly and energetically, claiming to have been napping or trying to misdirect by making a comment on something inappropriate- like her breasts. She doesn't want others to know about those feelings of loneliness and confusion, because she doesn't want to burden those she carries about, doesn't want them to be dragged down with her- she'd rather be the type who raises their spirits.
Because no matter if it's a battle, in the public eye or in the private, Rangiku at heart has two strengths- her loyalty and her compassion. To those she has pledged herself to, to Soul Society, to her captain, Hitsugaya, to her friends, she is fiercely loyal. She will defend them at all costs, risk her life for them, do anything to ensure their safety and their happiness. She forgives those who have wronged her if they feel remorse, as Kira did when he apologized for attacking her under Ichimaru's influence, and she considers betrayal of the trust people have in her to be the utmost crime, (which is why she is so hurt by Gin's betrayal of the trust she put in him). The regard she has for others usually manifests as compassion or sympathy. Instead of being angry at Kira, she feels for him, knowing he was used by Gin and sympathizing with the feelings toward his captain, that idolatry like she'd once felt. When Aizen "dies" and leaves a letter addressed to his vice captain, Rangiku and her captain risk reprimand and give it directly to her instead of hanging it over as evidence, with Rangiku even adding in assuring and kind words certainly not required of her, seeing as Hinamori was in jail, manic, and not even a close friend per se at the time. But even if she wasn't, Rangiku could sympathize with her situation, could understand knowing how she herself would react if her captain had died and left her such an item. This ability to identify with others' feelings serves to let Rangiku pick up on others' subtle emotions, particularly their worries, and say just the right thing to put them at ease.
Depending on who you are Rangiku can be a dangerous foe, a stalwart ally and friend, a boisterous big sister, or even a flirtatious minx. She'll stand by her friends until the end, and she'll stand on her own when she needs to, even if she might long for something else. She'll encourage others even if she needs to smile and laugh through pain, and she'll be the shoulder to cry on and make it better. Just don't get on her bad side and she'll probably invite you to go drinking, then stick someone else with the tab.
If you're lucky it won't be you, cause this lady can drink.
SAMPLES
» First Person Sample Choice [Prompt Two]:
[When the feed turns on, it's hard to tell what's on the screen. Something... flesh toned? Until it comes in to focus and it's a pair of breasts. Yup.
Breasts.
Finally she pulls back enough to offer more than a bust view, tucking her hair behind her ear as she examines the device, muttering to herself with a pout.]
Is this even recording... ? I don't get these human world devices at all sometimes... it doesn't work like my cellphone- Ah!
[She seems to notice it is recording, and flashes a bright smile and a peace sign.]
Hello~! I've got it working now! This is Rangiku, reporting in, and looking for employment! I saw this cute store yesterday but then I realized I didn't have any money... Captain would support me if he were around, I'm sure, but... [That little pout is back, pressing the tips of her index finger together. Also pressing her breasts together. Oh.]
I've only ever had one job, and it's not exactly available here... but I'm a super enthusiastic employee, uniforms are fine by me as long as they're flattering, and I learn fast. Keep me in mind, alright? ♥
[She's about to turn it off when she raises a finger.]
Oh, that's right! I don't suppose anyone knows a place to get a good drink around here? Let me knooooow~
[Never mind that she just said she has no money. ... She doesn't ever really have a problem with that for some reason. A quick little wriggle of her fingers in farewell and the feed cuts.]
» Third Person Sample Choice: [Prompt Four]
She had cut her hair a month after Gin had died. Been killed. But
even that month had been over a year ago now.
Rangiku can still remember the moment, staring in to her mirror after a bath, her face partially obscured by steam and the condensation on the glass, her long tresses hanging heavy and wet on her skin. Too heavy- it was all too damn heavy, and she hated it, had marched out of the bath and didn't bother with a towel, dripping on to the floor as she grabbed a pair of scissors and took to it. Long blond strands falling in a slow, measured sort of fury.
Snip. Snip. Snip until her once waist-length hair hung in uneven layers at her shoulders, and her lip was trembling with what she'd considered to be an emotion she had been keeping under control. She let it, because no one was here, and even then her shoulders felt too heavy yet she couldn't cut it away any more.
It was the same length it had been, so many years ago. On that day in the hot sun, collapsed in the road, when that skinny boy had offered her some of his food, some of his company, a future and a birthday of her own.
The sight of herself in the shop window she passes makes her pause, pulled out of the brief reverie to inspect herself, reaching up to push back her shorter hair from her face, sometimes still shocked by the change even now, so long had she worn her hair long and full. But no, it was her, in the clothes of the human world because her
shinigami robes were far too out of place for this island, (and far too hot), her usual necklace with the chain nestled in her generous cleavage.
It was something of a trademark of hers, but she did like to take it off now and again. Something that this "Atia" had prevented by turning it in to her "collar". Rangiku appropriated the shop glass to stare at it, brow furrowed as she reached up to test, two fingers in the chain and tugging with no give whatsover. It was tightening again, just like it had the weeks before until she'd given in.
The flood of anger and disbelief at the reminder she kept back behind a smooth faced pretense, though her knuckles turned white from the force of the fist she made. It wasn't hard to accept that this place was a different world- humans did not know of Soul Society, and the idea that there was a world she would not be aware of didn't take too long to accept. Even the loss of Haineko's voice, the spirit within her katana silent and unresponsive, was not something she had never experienced before- if she tried to think of it like her training days, before she'd built the bond with the fickle feline that she had, it was bearable. Being unable to escape, however, to do nothing but wait when for all she knew time was moving on back home, her Captain, her division, the girls in the SWA, the drinking gang-
And the tombstone, the one she'd put back in Rukongai where they'd first met, one of only two things, a stone marker and a persimmon tree, that proved he had ever existed. Because just like he always had, he'd not left her a single thing behind. And the thoughts she'd hoped to bury with him at that tomb had come back even fiercer since she'd found herself in this place, a place where she'd heard the dead could walk.
Absorbed as she had become in those thoughts, the collar, the goddess, the island, her zanpakutou, what she'd left behind, Rangiku didn't notice the passing food vendor until she stepped back to leave and bumped in to their cart, jumping up with a start and a small yelp.
"Ah, sorry, sorry-" Quickly made an apology, a big smile and a wave of her hands in a helpless gesture of apology, bending to one knee to pick up a vegetable where it had fallen.
A sweet potato. (Gin had hated sweet potatoes, ever since that time he'd mistaken a baked one for a dried persimmon.)
"Could I buy this one?"
» Journal:
waxwing» Birthdate/Age: November 1988, 23 years old
» Characters Played: Beast [
worthdisgracing], Tsubaki [sacredeye]CHARACTER FACTS
» Name: Rangiku Matsumoto
» Canon: BLEACH
» Reference: BLEACH Wiki
» Canon Point: post Lost Substitute Shinigami arc but Pre ch. 480 when
the Blood War arc begins, so it's been ~17 months since Aizen's defeat
» Gender: Female
» Age: centuries old
CHARACTER INTERPRETATION
» Appearance: At 5'8" and only 126 pounds (officially... supposedly...) Rangiku still somehow manages to be quite a curvy woman, with an impressive bust she tends to intentionally show off, a slim waist, and full hips. Add in the long, near waist-length wavy blonde hair, (more red-haired in the anime), the bright blue eyes, beauty mark to the right of her lips and her "adult charm", (thank the author for that quote), and she's every bit the blonde bombshell stereotype.
Rangiku is most often seen wearing the standard shinigami uniform, black shihakusho and hakama, with... adjustments. Mainly the fact that she wears the robe mostly open in the front to showcase her cleavage. She also accessorizes more than most death gods, sporting her vice captain's badge on a more flowing sash on her waist and wearing a thin pink scarf about her shoulders. When she dresses in casual clothes on journeys to the human world she almost always dresses a bit scantily, a bit sexy, usually choosing short skirts and fitted tops.
» Suitability: N/A
» Orientation: Heterosexual. Rangiku is shown throughout the series to have had a long standing relationship with Ichimaru Gin. Though canon isn't explicit about the exact nature of that relationship, whether it was sexual or not, it was one that progressed from friendship to a more romantic one from Rangiku's side of things. She often flirts in canon when off duty, only playfully as far as we've seen, but always with men. She has shown no romantic attraction to women in the series.
» Personality Rangiku's personality can be easily broken down in to three distinct behavior patterns based on situations she is often in. Rangiku alone behaves quite differently from Rangiku in a casual setting with friends, and both of those are vastly different that how she carries herself in serious and dangerous situations.
Rangiku is a shinigami of the Gotei 13, a vice-captain, and so she is a soldier. She's been trained to lead, to fight, and she's been doing it for years. When she's in the midst of battle, faced with an enemy, or dealing with a legitimately serious situation, Rangiku is all business. She doesn't mess around or make jokes, and she doesn't do anything to endanger those she fights alongside. She keeps her head about her and she doesn't let her anger fully master her, keeping her emotions in check even when faced with things that inwardly make her want to despair or lash out. In the most emotional of battle situations she has been shown to act independently from her unit, (which could be seen as quite a foolish choice), but when she makes those choices she does so wanting to spare others potential pain and injury and also take care of something she views as a personal betrayal and settle it between the two involved. During a battle or crisis situation she knows when to go full force, when to hang back or retreat, when to play dead, and when to taunt or bait her opponent. (In her numerous battles in canon, the only time she's been completely thrown off guard is when faced by an opponent who was acting mentally deficient and non-violent/aggressive.)
And though Rangiku is a soldier by profession, she doesn't live that life 24/7. Far from it. The moment she steps off the battlefield, when she doesn't have to worry about other people's lives or the fate of the human and spirit worlds, she'd much rather take a nap, go drinking, or laze around. She's often seen shirking her more paperwork oriented vice captain duties and letting the responsibility for that kind of thing fall on her underlings or more diligent captain- though in return, she is always willing to offer a drink or a blanket to the one who falls asleep at his desk. She flirts and she laughs, she gets piss drunk with her colleagues to help them forget the bad things, boisterous and happy. She is the type to draw cute hearts around her name when she writes it down, to impose on others with a smile but only when she knows they won't mind the imposition, and keeps her cellphone in her cleavage. She participates in the Shinigami Women's Association but selfishly uses activities for her own purposes at times and shirks the duties of that group as well, doing as she pleases very like the cat which is her zanpakutou's form. Rangiku is additionally quite aware of her sex appeal, and definitely not above using it to her advantage. She sees nothing wrong with using her charms to get free drinks, to convince people to support her petty (yet usually motivated by kindness!) cause of the hour, such as the ever so popular "get captain to relax" or "get a day off". The omake comics often showcase her hoodwinking the male vice captains in to serving her out of admiration for her figure. She never goes farther than flirting, however, and would become aggravated and offended if someone expected to get more than an affectionate arm sling or boob press out of her- many a man has been felled by a well placed kick from Rangiku when she's not in the mood. (And did I mention her breasts? Cause the girl likes to talk about them- a lot. Especially to relieve the tension in the air. Nothing like a complaint about how much they weigh to get a group of adrenaline charged soldiers to snap out of it.)
But that's Rangiku in public. In the few instances we see Rangiku alone, we see a somewhat lonely individual. Throughout most of canon she is haunted by the trouble brewing in Soul Society and the actions and "betrayal" of Ichimaru Gin, a man she has known and had feelings of the affectionate kind for since they were children. Gin saved her, gave her food when she was lying in the dirt and starving, gave her a birthday, someone to come home to. Until he started disappearing, until he started not coming home, and instead of being with him, she had to start trying to follow him, never knowing where he'd lead, or if she'd see him again when he turned his back to go. She became used to his leaving, to being left behind, and yet her feelings remained. His apparent betrayal of Soul Society, and the words that he leaves her with, words that imply a regret to leave her even as he does weigh heavily on her mind once she is sure others are not around to see. The smile fades, the shoulders hunch, and she falls quiet, reflective. If someone finds her like this she covers it quickly and energetically, claiming to have been napping or trying to misdirect by making a comment on something inappropriate- like her breasts. She doesn't want others to know about those feelings of loneliness and confusion, because she doesn't want to burden those she carries about, doesn't want them to be dragged down with her- she'd rather be the type who raises their spirits.
Because no matter if it's a battle, in the public eye or in the private, Rangiku at heart has two strengths- her loyalty and her compassion. To those she has pledged herself to, to Soul Society, to her captain, Hitsugaya, to her friends, she is fiercely loyal. She will defend them at all costs, risk her life for them, do anything to ensure their safety and their happiness. She forgives those who have wronged her if they feel remorse, as Kira did when he apologized for attacking her under Ichimaru's influence, and she considers betrayal of the trust people have in her to be the utmost crime, (which is why she is so hurt by Gin's betrayal of the trust she put in him). The regard she has for others usually manifests as compassion or sympathy. Instead of being angry at Kira, she feels for him, knowing he was used by Gin and sympathizing with the feelings toward his captain, that idolatry like she'd once felt. When Aizen "dies" and leaves a letter addressed to his vice captain, Rangiku and her captain risk reprimand and give it directly to her instead of hanging it over as evidence, with Rangiku even adding in assuring and kind words certainly not required of her, seeing as Hinamori was in jail, manic, and not even a close friend per se at the time. But even if she wasn't, Rangiku could sympathize with her situation, could understand knowing how she herself would react if her captain had died and left her such an item. This ability to identify with others' feelings serves to let Rangiku pick up on others' subtle emotions, particularly their worries, and say just the right thing to put them at ease.
Depending on who you are Rangiku can be a dangerous foe, a stalwart ally and friend, a boisterous big sister, or even a flirtatious minx. She'll stand by her friends until the end, and she'll stand on her own when she needs to, even if she might long for something else. She'll encourage others even if she needs to smile and laugh through pain, and she'll be the shoulder to cry on and make it better. Just don't get on her bad side and she'll probably invite you to go drinking, then stick someone else with the tab.
If you're lucky it won't be you, cause this lady can drink.
SAMPLES
» First Person Sample Choice [Prompt Two]:
[When the feed turns on, it's hard to tell what's on the screen. Something... flesh toned? Until it comes in to focus and it's a pair of breasts. Yup.
Breasts.
Finally she pulls back enough to offer more than a bust view, tucking her hair behind her ear as she examines the device, muttering to herself with a pout.]
Is this even recording... ? I don't get these human world devices at all sometimes... it doesn't work like my cellphone- Ah!
[She seems to notice it is recording, and flashes a bright smile and a peace sign.]
Hello~! I've got it working now! This is Rangiku, reporting in, and looking for employment! I saw this cute store yesterday but then I realized I didn't have any money... Captain would support me if he were around, I'm sure, but... [That little pout is back, pressing the tips of her index finger together. Also pressing her breasts together. Oh.]
I've only ever had one job, and it's not exactly available here... but I'm a super enthusiastic employee, uniforms are fine by me as long as they're flattering, and I learn fast. Keep me in mind, alright? ♥
[She's about to turn it off when she raises a finger.]
Oh, that's right! I don't suppose anyone knows a place to get a good drink around here? Let me knooooow~
[Never mind that she just said she has no money. ... She doesn't ever really have a problem with that for some reason. A quick little wriggle of her fingers in farewell and the feed cuts.]
» Third Person Sample Choice: [Prompt Four]
She had cut her hair a month after Gin had died. Been killed. But
even that month had been over a year ago now.
Rangiku can still remember the moment, staring in to her mirror after a bath, her face partially obscured by steam and the condensation on the glass, her long tresses hanging heavy and wet on her skin. Too heavy- it was all too damn heavy, and she hated it, had marched out of the bath and didn't bother with a towel, dripping on to the floor as she grabbed a pair of scissors and took to it. Long blond strands falling in a slow, measured sort of fury.
Snip. Snip. Snip until her once waist-length hair hung in uneven layers at her shoulders, and her lip was trembling with what she'd considered to be an emotion she had been keeping under control. She let it, because no one was here, and even then her shoulders felt too heavy yet she couldn't cut it away any more.
It was the same length it had been, so many years ago. On that day in the hot sun, collapsed in the road, when that skinny boy had offered her some of his food, some of his company, a future and a birthday of her own.
The sight of herself in the shop window she passes makes her pause, pulled out of the brief reverie to inspect herself, reaching up to push back her shorter hair from her face, sometimes still shocked by the change even now, so long had she worn her hair long and full. But no, it was her, in the clothes of the human world because her
shinigami robes were far too out of place for this island, (and far too hot), her usual necklace with the chain nestled in her generous cleavage.
It was something of a trademark of hers, but she did like to take it off now and again. Something that this "Atia" had prevented by turning it in to her "collar". Rangiku appropriated the shop glass to stare at it, brow furrowed as she reached up to test, two fingers in the chain and tugging with no give whatsover. It was tightening again, just like it had the weeks before until she'd given in.
The flood of anger and disbelief at the reminder she kept back behind a smooth faced pretense, though her knuckles turned white from the force of the fist she made. It wasn't hard to accept that this place was a different world- humans did not know of Soul Society, and the idea that there was a world she would not be aware of didn't take too long to accept. Even the loss of Haineko's voice, the spirit within her katana silent and unresponsive, was not something she had never experienced before- if she tried to think of it like her training days, before she'd built the bond with the fickle feline that she had, it was bearable. Being unable to escape, however, to do nothing but wait when for all she knew time was moving on back home, her Captain, her division, the girls in the SWA, the drinking gang-
And the tombstone, the one she'd put back in Rukongai where they'd first met, one of only two things, a stone marker and a persimmon tree, that proved he had ever existed. Because just like he always had, he'd not left her a single thing behind. And the thoughts she'd hoped to bury with him at that tomb had come back even fiercer since she'd found herself in this place, a place where she'd heard the dead could walk.
Absorbed as she had become in those thoughts, the collar, the goddess, the island, her zanpakutou, what she'd left behind, Rangiku didn't notice the passing food vendor until she stepped back to leave and bumped in to their cart, jumping up with a start and a small yelp.
"Ah, sorry, sorry-" Quickly made an apology, a big smile and a wave of her hands in a helpless gesture of apology, bending to one knee to pick up a vegetable where it had fallen.
A sweet potato. (Gin had hated sweet potatoes, ever since that time he'd mistaken a baked one for a dried persimmon.)
"Could I buy this one?"
