Oshime Enshoku [Shinigami] - Finished

Name: Oshime Enshoku
Date of Birth: Feb, 21st
Year of Birth: 1946

Age: 67
Age of Appearance: Early to mid 20's
Gender: Female
Organization & Rank: Soul Society, Captain

Appearance: Oshime is 5 feet, two inches tall, and weighs ninety-five pounds. Oshime's eyes are heterochromic of a stranger variety than normal, the eye on the left (our left) is gray, while the other is yellow. Oshime's hair is a sight to be seen, a vibrant orange in color, adorned with streaks of blue and black. Her hair is relatively unkempt, and falls down to the bottom of her back.

When doing business as a Shinigami, Oshime wears the standard Shihakusho, but with an orange minivest over it and an orange hourglass design on the front of her chest. However, she'll avoid wearing her Shihakusho whenever possible, opting to wear her more casual outfit. This is an orange t-shirt with black hourglass design on the chest, black mini-vest, and a blue skirt that falls just about to her knees. As well, there's the fact that she has to wear diapers, though that is not quite visible or apparent to people just by sight, as the skirt hides the bulk as best as it can. She might also be seen sometimes with something childish, like a stuffed animal or a security blanket on her person. As a Captain, Oshime is obligated to wear her Haori, emblazoned with the insignia of the Twelfth Division. However, she strives to wear it as little as possible, preferring her own minivest to the large Haori expected of anyone in her position.

Her gigai actually just wears the casual outfit listed above, no difference. As well, any gigai she uses suffers from the same lack of bladder control that her spirit form does, there's no escaping her disability by way of false body.

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Positive Traits
✓ Selfless ~ Oshime will think of others before she thinks of herself. Whether this is her comrades in battle or just an acquaintance in a social situation, Oshime will think of their safety/happiness before she thinks of her own.
✓ Loyal ~ If you've done enough to earn the respect and trust of Oshime, that becomes a hard bond to break. She might even idolize you to the point of ignoring your flaws, for better or for worse.
✓ Intelligent ~ Oshime has quite a lot of booksmarts, spending long periods of her free time reading and studying. She especially has an interest in mortal sciences, Astronomy and Physics in particular, and finds them much more fascinating than Reishi sciences.
✓ Carefree Whimsy ~ With a frequently childish mind comes the kind of innocence and wonder more well-known in children. Sometimes known as ignorance, the cutesiness of it all makes it seem less terrible and more adorable, for those who find the actions of children adorable in the first place.
✓ Creative ~ Oshime's creativity knows no bounds. She will design things with any color combination that she deems fitting, no matter what the device is or how others feel it should look, nor is the form she designs it with restricted to standard appearances. If she felt like placing a laser into a stuffed animal, she would do so faster than she would make a simple laser pistol.

Negative Traits
X Stubborn ~ In her compromised mindset, Oshime can be very stubborn, just like any toddler would be. While this usually does not translate to her adult mentality, it does it certain respects and instances, especially when a design of hers is called into question or scrutinized.
X Fearful ~ In extreme situations, Oshime's lack of courage can sometimes make itself known, though she can usually keep herself composed enough for all but the most severe situations.
X Immature ~ While her childish mindset can lead to innocence and whimsy, it also is undeniably immature most of the time, which can greatly get on people's nerves, especially those without any sense of humor.
X Procrastination ~ Oshime will likely put off any work that bothers her until the last moment, though she'll usually be pretty eager if the work she is doing excites her, so it depends on the quality of the project she must work on.
X Unorganized ~ Those who dare venture into her office will fine it a giant mess of papers and supplies and toys and work and so many more, to the point where it looks like a tornado ran through. However, she actually has a memorized organization system that she could not attempt to explain to others, it's just some form of intuition that allows her to know where everything that she needs is…usually. To others though, it comes across as messy and sloppy.

Likes
✓ Cookies
✓ Childish toys
✓ Sesame Street
✓ Science
✓ Cookies
✓ Brownies
✓ More Cookies
✓ Reading
✓ Apple Juice
✓ Oatmeal Cookies
✓ Mortimer

Dislikes
X Aesthetic Sterility
X Rude People
X Her Zanpakuto Spirit
X Her Lack of Self-Confidence and Self-Esteem
X Boredom
X Spinach
X Paperwork
X Her Shikai
X Spinach Again
X Ignorance

Hobbies
Art ~ Despite her complete lack of artistic ability, Oshime loves to draw very crude images, like the ones you'd see hung on the fridge in a house containing a young child. Especially for her friends, Oshime will sometimes draw pictures of them together as a gift for that person.
Reading ~ Oshime loves to read books of all types, from the most advanced theories of human sciences to the mundane children's books with pop-up images, she'll read them all and be very happy. As such, one of Oshime's favorite places to hangout is in the enormous library in the division headquarters.
Playing ~ Like any child, Oshime loves playing with her favorite toys. From toy cars to dolls, water guns and all other silly toys befitting a child, almost half her office is decorated with toys of some sort, though she tries her best to hide them when she has company.
Tinkering ~ As an inventor and a scientist, as well as a sometimes mental toddler, Oshime's curiosity knows no bounds. She is constantly testing and fiddling with devices and inventions to try and make them better or more efficient, though that does end with a broken device sometimes.
Research ~ While this is also one aspect of her job, Oshime does spend some of her free time working on researching her conditions in order to find a cure. While she had yet to be successful, she is determined to do what she can to make it a reality.

Goals
Oshime desires most of all to be recognized for her abilities and brains and contributions, and to not be known as the woman with the mind of a toddler. As well, she wishes for peace for all Shinigami, however idealistic that might be. Oshime would really like to have a wide range of friends and acquaintances that care about her and treat her with respect, though she is also afraid of the intimacy that comes with those friends. While she believes it is futile and hopeless, a cure for her conditions is something that Oshime would do almost anything for, though all her attempts thus far have been unsuccessful. Lastly, Oshime just wants to help her Division prosper and create wonderful, helpful (and pretty by her standards) inventions for everyone to use for the betterment of the Soul Society.

Miscellaneous Traits
Due to various circumstances that Oshime is not aware of or able to figure out, she has become bladder incontinent and also has bouts of mental regressions, leaving her as naught but an overgrown toddler. While she believes they are entirely connected, her bladder control is always gone, no matter how adult her mind is, so she believes that there might be more to it than it just being part of the same thing that controls her paroxysms of regression. The diapers that she has to wear due to her condition are something Oshime tried desperately to hide from others, afraid of the social consequences that would occur if her condition were known by the Soul Society at large.


Zanpakutō Name: Mannenshinzou
Zanpakutō Translation: Woman of Perennial Youth

Sealed Zanpakutō: Oshime's sealed zanpakuto is a standard katana, though the hilt has orange wrappings around it, and the handguard is roughly shaped like an hourglass.
Release Phrase: "Cry for Mommy!"

Shikai Appearance:

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Except not Rukia, of course, and without the ribbon at the bottom. As well, Oshime is dressed in orange instead of pink, her diaper is thicker than average, making it more obvious she's wearing it under the onesie. As well, the pacifier in her mouth has a mouthguard shaped like the handguard of her unreleased shikai. The Rattle that is her zanpakuto has a bulb about two feet in diameter, and is mostly orange with a blue line across the equator. Her onesie is orange and has her token hourglass design on the chest like her t-shirt, and does not have the bib pictured above.

Shikai Ability: Her zanpakuto turns into a large rattle that is as heavy as a wrecking ball, but feels light as a sword to Oshime, allowing for quick attacks that are quite powerful. Just like a baby's rattle, it makes a sound when it shakes. Every time the rattle shakes, the sound it makes is accompanied by special soundwaves that affect everyone who hears it, friend or foe. This effect causes the person to act more and more infantile each time, until they're completely regressed. The closer the person is to the sound, the more effective it will be, but even so, it takes quite a few times before the effects start to become noticeable on the victim. As well, while she has a very very high tolerance for the effects, she is not immune, and is known to herself mentally regress when in a long, tough battle, exacerbated by the fact that she's always at point-blank range to the effect.

only use if applying for Lieutenant rank or higher.
Bankai Name: Self explanatory.
Bankai Appearance: Self explanatory.
Bankai Ability: Self explanatory.


Spirit Appearance: Mannenshinzou looks exactly like Oshime entirely, except she appears to be a few years older physically than her wielder. As for clothing, Mannenshinzou appears to shift spontaneously from an adult outfit to an infantile outfit. Her adult outfit is a simple orange blouse with a v-cut neck, as well as a pair of relatively tight fitting blue pants. Her infantile outfit is a mirror of the outfit Oshime wears in her Shikai state, an orange onesie with a thick diaper beneath it, the same black hourglass design on it that Oshime has on her standard outfit.
Spirit Personality: Oshime dislikes Mannenshinzou greatly, believing her to be an obnoxious brat that would rather humiliate and belittle her than help her be a better Shinigami. Despite this, these trips to the inner world were essential to building her shikai's abilities, even if she believes that these trips help to enforce her own incontinence, sporadic immaturity and infantile temptaions. The last trip to the inner world lasted for two months in her mind, the entirety of which she spent treated entirely like a baby to Mannenshinzou (who made Oshime call her "Mommy", much to the Shinigami's chagrin), to the point where she had to acclimate herself back into her regular role as an adult woman.

Inner World: The inner world of Mannenshinzou is a large nursery, with materials, supplies, furniture, etc. fit for an adult. Oshime has never been outside the couple of rooms that make up the nursery, so she has no idea what is out there, although she assumes that it is just more nursery. Mannenshinzou has a lot of influence over the nursery just as any inner spirit does, and she uses it to try and force the regressive state when Oshime is there, by forcibly treating her like she is a large baby, no matter how mentally old she is. While there is a lot of orange in the designs of the nursery, there are also a good number of baby pinks, much to Oshime's dismay and her spirit's pleasure. The room and layout can also change at a moment's notice, such as to add a small bathroom for when it's bathtime or something like that.

History:

A Life Wrought with Suffering:

Oshime was born in the year of 1946 in a small town near the city of Hiroshima, Japan. As the bombing of Hiroshima was only a year removed from her birth, the ambient radiation in the atmosphere and ground caused health issues as she was growing up. More importantly, though, her mother was diagnosed with cancer just months after she was born, and died on the day of her first birthday. Her father fared somewhat better, though he was never the healthiest of individuals, he still managed to get by with a meager living for him and his daughter. By Oshime's sixth birthday, however, he was growing more distant from her, absorbed in his simple work and not paying attention to his daughter as she struggled more and more each day. He was a crop harvester, though the land was so irradiated that it was very hard to get crops to grow at all, let alone enough to feed his family and trade to resellers.

As a sickly, poor child, all Oshime wanted to do was see the vast world out there and wonder about the mysteries of life and the universe and the sciences all those wonderful things. Though she remained uneducated and without any access to even the most rudimentary of scientific knowledges, all she could do is dream. But that was enough to get her through most of her days, days that grew harder with each day that passed. She liked to imagine that her mother was some sort of scientist that implanted the strive for knowledge and learning in her daughter before she passed away. However, as Oshime grew older, her more logical mind realized the truth, her mother was an uneducated peasant just like her father and she was presumably, though she knew her mother would have loved her had she lived to see her grow up, no matter how sickly she was.

By Oshime's tenth birthday, her sickly body had begun to deteriorate more. Walking was starting to grow painful, and her bladder control had begun to wear away as the weeks passed, starting from just wetting in her sleep to complete and utter lack of any bladder control. Her father stayed out of her life by this point, as if she was just someone who lived in the same house as he did and was still physically fit. It was heartbreaking to watch the man she knew as her father drift away from her like that, especially when she needed the moral support to build her up as the radiation poisonings broke her down. Around this time, her father did the first fatherly action he had done in years, though it was to force his daughter to join him in his menial crop harvesting duties, despite how painful it was for her brittle body.

This went on for years, all the while her body was deteriorating, becoming more and more painful to complete her work, while her father conversely was pushing more and more of it onto her. Her dreams of learning the sciences were still present, though the end of that tunnel seemed to get further and further away from her as the time passed. By the time that she was fourteen, every day was filled with pain, pain that was agonizing at best and debilitating at worse. Still, her gruff father demanded she worked, they needed the crops to be harvested to survive, though he did not make it better by doing so little work himself, despite his own body being relatively healthy.

Relatively, that is, until Oshime was about sixteen or so. At that time, his health suddenly and quickly deteriorated. He had cancer from the years of latent radiation exposure, though they had no idea of that diagnosis as affording a doctor was far beyond their reach. He died as quickly as he seemed to have gotten sick, as the tumor was allowed to grow unchecked and without impediment. Now alone, Oshime had to tend to their small crop harvests on her own, barely able to scrape enough to survive, let alone sell to make money.

She realized, by the death of her father, that she actually found herself missing her mother moreso now that he was gone. For whatever reason, despite how distant and harsh he was to her, having him around dulled the sense of loss she felt from never really having met her mother. Now that he too had passed, she found herself pining for the love of the mother she never knew. She had no logical recourse to believe that her mother was an amazing and kind woman, but for some reason she just knew in her heart that she was.

She struggled through two more years of harsh living conditions before her body reached the point that she could no longer walk on her painful legs. She was coughing up blood daily, and her eyesight had begun to blur and darken, a sign or the terrible things that were to come for her physical form. Her incontinence, as it had been for years now, was actually the least of her worries. She was wearing dirtied rags anyway, and the rain was the only bathing she was allotted, so there was little recourse. Even with her makeshift leg-crutches, her already low crop yields dwindled even further and she passed away less than six months later, though whether it was from starvation or her body finally completing its plummet into the abyss was unknown.

Casting Away the Carnal Robes:

Oshime started her second life in the Rukongai, like many others. Thankfully for her, her spiritual body was not ravaged by the starvation and disease that her physical one had been, though this luxury had been lost on the woman due to having no memories of her humanity, like almost every other soul. This reasoning had always intrigued Oshime since she first woke up in the Soul Society, why did souls not remember their human lives, was it for any specific reason, or just a side-effect of the scientific processes that worked in turning a kishi body into a reishi one.

As Oshime was already an adult as she entered the Rukongai, she was left to fend for herself in the feudal-esque society. It was tough, but she managed to soldier through it as for some reason, she knew that it was nowhere near as bad as it could have been. Through her determination and hard work, she eventually landed a simple job as an assistant to a shopkeeper, sweeping up and helping stock, relatively simple tasks compared to what it took to live as a vagrant on the outside. Even better, her boss allowed her to sleep on a simple cot in the backroom, so she could no longer even call herself homeless. It was a decent reality, though she wanted more, she wanted to learn like the Shinigami did in their Academy and affluent society.

As the years passed, Oshime found herself growing bored of her simple job. Bored, but never ungrateful. She put her all into it every day, no matter what manner of idiot, brash customer tried to bully her or the shopkeeper around for free goods. The only issues started popping up about three years after her afterlife began, when she found herself wetting the bed, oddly enough. It started sporadically, but eventually became a nightly occurrence. She even had to start sleeping with a plastic sheet over the mattress, so that she would not ruin her boss's cot. Soon, though, it became clear that this would not be good enough and had to spend some of her small wages on protective garments to sleep in. Due to trying to avoid embarrassment, she began purchasing them at a shop on the other side of their district of the Rukongai, though this turned out to be a mistake. Unfortunately for her, the shopkeeper she was purchasing from was the old rival of her current boss, and her own unique visage caused her to be found out. She had to grovel and plead for her job back from her angered boss, as well as explain all the embarrassing reasons that she had to make the purchases in another shop, but he eventually relented and rehired her. Oshime's pay was altered to automatically deduct her for the protection that she needed, so that she would not have to go about purchasing it normally and saving her some embarrassment.

Unfortunately, as the months passed, Oshime found her condition growing worse, as accidents began to happen during the day, as well. It required her to wear the protection during the day, as well, thus increasing the amount of wages taken away from her to pay for them and increasing her humiliation at the whole situation tenfold. Much more oddly, Oshime found herself sucking her thumb here and there, as well as being captivated by silly things more appropriate for young children, more frequently and stronger as time went on. It did not take more than a year after her daytime wettings started, but eventually, the young soul found herself completely bladder incontinent, without any rhyme of reason that she could come up with.

Two years after her bladder incontinence became a complete issue, Oshime met with an event that would shape her afterlife. She was sweeping the shop floor one afternoon when a customer came in, one that had no desire to pay for the goods he wanted. While Oshime did what little she could to try to coax him into leaving, she was terrified and he was nothing but a wretched crook with no care or respect for others. He even shoved her against the wall with enough force to shatter her shoulder blade, though this event had unforeseen consequences, it caused her to release a bit of reiatsu around the area. It was of course nothing significant, or even felt by anyone involved here, but it certainly did attract the attention of a Shinigami passing through the area. She managed to force the man out through her threats, but more importantly, she spoke to Oshime about joining the Shino Academy.

It was a shock to Oshime's system to say the least, her little uncontrollable release had been a sign of her latent Shinigami prowess, an idle dream that she felt was as likely to come true as her dream to be able to fly. Yet, the woman was serious, she offered Oshime the opportunity to join the prestigious Academy to train to become a Shinigami. She took the offer up immediately, barely having the time to thank her boss for all he had done before being whisked away to the Seireitei and her new home for however many years it would take her to graduate from the Academy and become a full-fledged Shinigami.

It was hard work, grueling at times even, especially when she had a condition that hindered her in various ways. She had to miss some classes due to a bout of regressive behavior from time to time, not to mention how her bladder incontinence effected how she interacted with others or during training. However, despite all of this, she managed to work her padded butt off to get through the Academy, despite the lack of friends, in the same amount of time that it took others.

While most other students waffled and had to decide which Division they wanted to join, Oshime chose before she even finished enrolling in the Academy. The Twelfth Division called out to her, the division all about the sciences and technology. She at one point considered joining the Fourth Division due to their medical know-how, hoping to find a cure to her condition, but it just did not feel right, not to mention the lack of medical aptitude on her part. Still though, she was immediately taken into the Twelfth Division and was appointed the Seventeenth seat upon her arrival.

This position only lasted for a year before she started working her way up through the Division, before eventually getting to the Eleventh Seat. It was during this time that her Zanpakuto grew from a simple Asauchi to a sword imbued with a soul. It was during a mission with the then-Tenth Seat of the Division, a mission that was supposed to be a simple search for a missing individual. However, in turned out that person in question had been attacked by a Hollow that was able to hide its own presence somehow. This Hollow attacked the two of them, and nearly killed the Tenth Seat before Oshime managed to strike a blow against its mask, though she nearly died just to get there. While she was unconscious, she found herself in a large nursery, what turned out to be her zanpakuto's inner world. There she met Mannenshinzou and learned of her Shikai and its abilities, though she despised what they represented. She vowed to not use her Shikai unless it was absolutely necessary, as doing so would be a social error she would never be able to live down, at least in her mind anyway.

As the years continued to pass, Oshime kept making headway further and further up in the Division, though she also found herself making absolutely no headway in curing either of her conditions. The mental regressions kept coming sporadically, and she was even acting a bit more immature in general. As the years passed, the Soul Society began to get disposable garments instead of cloth ones, thus causing Oshime to switch over to the more protective, though prone to crinkling, garments. As well, she began buying toys due to compulsions she found herself unable to ignore, toys fit for your children and toddlers. While she was still mentally an adult, she could still find herself indulging in childish whims without even having regressed.

Eventually, after decades of hard work and determination, Oshime made it to the level of Lieutenant due to the untimely death of the then-Lt. It was an unfortunate tragedy, and Oshime felt bad about being the one to take her position, but she accepted it all the same. She was quite surprised to have made it so far in her few decades of being in the Division, considering the long long lifetimes of Shinigami, but also because she was constantly getting told off about the aesthetics of her designs. It appeared that no matter how silly they looked, the build of her devices were considered great enough to be noticed anyway.Her time as Lieutenant was short-lived, however, as just a few months after her promotion, the Captain of the Twelfth Division was found to be the cause of the untimely death, now murder, of the once-Lt. In the whirlwind of chaos that swept through the Division afterwards, lots of interviews and searches done by the investigation crew, Oshime came out as the Captain, a position that both shocked and overwhelmed her. However, she has decided to take on this position with all the determination she could give, though she is honestly unsure whether or not she is cut out for the job or not.

That is where Oshime finds herself now, a member/Captain of the Twelfth Division of the Gotei, a woman looking for friends and acquaintances, and perhaps even people to call a family.

RolePlaying Sample:

"I see the little one is up. Did you have a nice nap, sweetie?" Mannenshinzou teased, standing right next to the crib. "You got into quite a lot of trouble out there, lots of booboos that I can't be there to kiss all better. Naughty little Oshime, making Mama worry like that." She even waggled her finger making "tsk tsk" noises as she berated Oshime for her choices. "What should I have done, allow her to kill me?" Oshime responded, glaring through the bars of the crib at what was almost her twin. "Of course not, sweetheart, I told you to run away, did I not. But just like a defiant child trying to be a grown-up, you disobeyed and almost died. But enough about that, you'll have enough time to think about that while you spend some quality time as the little baby you are, being coddled by your lovely Mommy." The spirit cooed, clearly finding joy in how much Oshime disliked being in her realm. Without warning, Mannenshinzou slid her index and middle fingers in the leg band of the protective garment, proudly commenting that it was still dry. It was utterly embarrassing, but that was exactly what Mannenshinzou wanted it to be. As if she weighed nothing, Oshime was lifted out of the large crib after the spirit had dropped the side railing and held close to the other woman's body. Mannenshinzou annoyingly looked exactly like she did, although five or so physical years older and wearing clothes that were stylistically boring and mature; at least, when her outfit was fitting for an adult. The spirit's clothing seemed to randomly shift into an outfit that she would love to see Oshime in, fitting for a baby instead of an adult.

As she was carried by Mannenshinzou, Oshime looked around the all too familiar nursery. It looked perfectly appropriate for use with a baby, except that all the furniture was sized for an adult. The door out of the room was just as mysterious as ever, hiding whatever was on the other side from being learned. She hated this place with more intensity than she could put into words, a precise reason for why she hated Mannenshinzou so much. She hated her infantile spasms and inability to control her bladder, yet here she was in a giant nursery inside her own soul, having had her diaper changed while she was unconscious, against her will. For a second, she almost believed that there really was a cruel god,, as ironic cosmic luck on this awful scale seemed like something that could only exist by the will of a cruel cosmic entity instead of by natural circumstance.

"Let's get some nummies in that little tummytum of yours." The spirit spoke in a saccharine tone, knowing that Oshime hated it and found it condescending. Yet she was not too concerned about that at the moment, it was something she had been dealing with from Mannenshinzou for decades now, she was more concerned with the large high chair she was about to be placed in. She tried to fight it, to pull away from Mannenshinzou's grasp, but the struggle was futile. The spirit did not even miss a beat, placing the Shinigami in the oversized chair and closing the tray down, purposely keeping her arms at her side below the tray so as to lock them at her side and prevent her from fighting as hard against what was to come. Mannenshinzou, being the type of person that she was, of course tied a bib adorned with baby ducks around Oshime's neck, a garment that would have been positively adorable had it been on someone of the appropriate age bracket, but merely made the adult feel more humiliated than she had already. "Open up for the choo-choo train, sweetie~" The zanpakuto spirit teased, spooning a clump of mushed oeaches onto the plastic coated spoon and bringing it near the Shinigami's mouth. Oshime kept her mouth closed like a defiant child, only causing some food to end up on her face as Mannenshinzou bumped the spoon against her closed mouth.

Zanpakutō's Bankai Name: Mannenshinzou Younenshinteki
Zanpakutō's Bankai Release Phrase: "Cry for Mommy to kiss your boo-boos!"
Zanpakutō's Bankai Appearance:

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Similar as above, except with some blue coloring mixed in, as well as the Rattling guns as described.
Zanpakutō's Bankai Inner World Appearance: During her training for Bankai, her spirit's appearance would usually stay in the adult clothing when successful, but would shift to the childish outfit when Oshime was doing badly in her attempts at learning Bankai. As well, starting near the time of her eventual accomplishment and continuing afterwards, Mannenshinzou is wearing a bizarre mix of infantile clothing and adult clothing, that alters every time that Oshime sees her.
Zanpakutō's Bankai Ability: Upon activation, her Bankai immediately summons a large orange and blue stroller around her. Attached to the top of the stroller are two aimable gattling guns, similar to two large cylinders from a revolver, each with a capacity of six. Oshime herself is granted a different outfit than in her Shikai state, although the handguard pacifier remains the same in each form. Instead of a onesie, she only wears a short T-shirt that ends above her stomach, of which the design can vary depending on what Mannenshinzou would like her to wear. Due to this, her diaper is now entirely exposed, a very thick garment with a rocket ship design on it. In the stroller is a stuffed giraffe, which Oshime names Mortimer, as well as a security blanket that also has a rocket ship design on it.

The main effect of her Bankai is the stroller, which grants a speed boost while she rides around inside it. The gattling guns at the top launch Rattles similar to her main one, although they start off at regular size when shot out of the rattling gun and grow to match her Shikai's size. Mortimer and her security blanket both have a simple ability that she can use to her advantage

While in the stroller, Oshime is granted a speed boost and lasts the duration of her Bankai. Oshime may leave the stroller anytime she wishes, but the turns spent being outside the stroller does not grant her the speed boost that she has while inside. The stroller is treated as an extension of herself in many ways, as she can still use shunpo while inside it, as if the stroller itself used the flash step, as well as the ability to leap as if she had been the one to have jumped, or roll on air just as any Shinigami can walk on it.

The two gattling guns on the top of the stroller are able to generate and shoot Rattles that work the same as her Shikai rattle, except they drop the opponent's mentality by two levels as opposed to one. Oshime is only affected by one level per energy wave, however, and has her stamina cost to return to normal reduced. The gattling guns can generate one Rattle in each barrel per turn at no combat action or stamina cost, or Oshime can will an additional one to be made for one combat action and one stamina. Oshime can also launch one Rattle per barrel each turn at no combat cost, but this prevents the gun from generating a Rattle on that turn. Oshime may launch a Rattle on her own volition. As well, Oshime may choose to launch all stored Rattles in the cylinders (up to the maximum they can hold of 12).

Oshime's security blanket is a simple blanket, that when activated, forces any attack made against her to hit against her spirit stat as long as her spirit stat surpasses the opponent's provided nothing else interferes. This may be activated at the beginning of the round for no combat action cost. This applies to the entire round that it is activated and will still cost Reiryoku if activated regardless of whether the effect is put into place or not.

Mortimer the stuffed giraffe cannot be effected by the portals of those with spiritual power that is inferior to Oshime's own, like its invented form, as this was the inspiration for the invention when Oshime designed it. This Mortimer is used as conduit for Kido that when held amplifies the potency of kido used. As well, any Kido Oshime casts that successfully connects with the opponent (not herself) will reduce the opponent by one level on the mental regression scale. This stacks with no boosts however.

Captain-Average Tier

Edit. You have 5(0) points for your three Stats and six Sub-stats. go to rules and learn up.

And 12 Perk Points.

Regraded as Captain tier.

The Skills to get Lany to pay the bills:

Armed Combat: I
Unarmed Combat: B
Spiritual Combat: E
Hoho: A
Reiatsu Perception: I
Hado: M
Bakudo: E