Kelita Boshiru

Name: Kelita Boshiru.
Species: Human
Race: Arrancar
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: 13/10/1428
Date of Death: 04/05/1431
Appearance Age: 29
b]Actual Age:[/b] 592
Organization and Rank: Unaffiliated

Height: 5'3
Weight: 110lb
Hair color: White
Eye color: Soft blue
General Appearance: Demure and (seemingly) delicate, Kelita stands five foot five, with pale, porcelain skin and long, white hair. This hair is very well looked after and can shine gently in the light as all good hair does, giving off an appearance of purity. Her styles change often, sometimes loose and sometimes up in a net. And sometimes in a pony tail or twin tails as she indulges in the modern culture she finds herself in. Kelita is the embodiment of traditional oriental beauty, able to attract the eye of man and woman with ease. And it is this assumption that allows her to get away with the fact that she is too pale to be alive, were it not fashion to use makeup to achieve such an appearance. And doesn't hesitate to use it if she needs to. Her chest sits on the upper edge of normality in terms of size, and she has a slender body that becomes one of toned muscle when a person draws close. The slender nature conflicts a little with her breast size but not so much as to be off putting. Soft blue eyes, and long legs topped with firm thighs are certain to draw in many a man - and woman - to admire her physique. It is well sculpted mix between that of a Geisha and that of a Warrior. A mix that has had a lot of effort put into it to keep it as it is. In all this it is easy to miss the blue eyes she has. Nothing special in and of themselves, but a bright colour none the less.

Kelita's voice matches her appearance, gentle and soft, it is a lullaby of delight to listen to, though this is merely vocal practice at work. When she needs to, Kelita can project a deeper, far more commanding voice that snaps like a whip, or wrap such a voice in acoustic velvet to ensure that she is heard and understood but not startle the person she is talking to.

Her clothing varies tremendously, and is generally whatever she cares to wear at the time, or whatever she needs to wear for her job, either way. She has developed an enjoyment for clothes that are covering without being constricting, so she can indulge in the fashion of her human life, so long ago. But she also has a few times when she likes to wear the modern world's clothing as well, so a good difference between the two.

The very few still living beings that knew her when she was alive would remark at the fact that she looks almost identical to that now. Whether through unconscious effort or just a firm believe in self, Kelita has retained all that she was in physical appearance. Because it was the appearance her mother gave her, and she would not disgrace her now, not even in death. The one thing she was not able to replicate was the tattoo of the Boshiru clan's Onna-Bushi. She wants to get it replaced, but finding a man who has such skill in the modern age would be a difficult thing. After all, the art of inkwork was not something wide spread in her era.

The remains of her mask are well hidden in plain sight as a small collar around her neck, in which her Hollow Hole resists. The only call out to the mask fragment not being a piece of fashion is it's perfectly smooth face without any clasp or lock that might allow the wearer to take it on and off. Though her long hair covering her back often allows her to get away with this. If her mask fragment being subtle and her hole being hidden is a symbol of her disdain of her heritage or just a coincidence, is not something that she is able say.


Redeeming Qualities:

Bushido Dignified: While she died before Bushido was ratified and called such, the Way Of The Warrior has long been in culture, far before it was given a name. Emphasising sincerity, frugality, loyalty, martial arts mastery, and honour until death, this art tempered the violent nature of the Samurai with wisdom, patience, and serenity. Though it is a beautiful ideal and helped shape a caste of warriors who are well known for their adherence, it is a weight in battles against those who do not follow such a code. Kelita holds to this code, even as a Hollow,  exemplifying each aspect as well as can.

For The Ancestors: A touchstone that Kelita uses to maintain her humanity, she thinks about the Ancestors of her family looking upon her. Therefore she acts against anything that might bring shame to her family. This is separate from Bushido, as shame is different to dishonour, but is held to just as feverishly.

Negative Qualities:

Hollow Disgruntlement: Kelita doesn't like Hollows. Nor does she like that she is one. Arrancar get a much cleaner wrap considering their coherency and ability for morality, but she is not one that will be gentle when the topic of her nature comes up. Often, she dissuades Hollows of hunting innocent Pluses and has been known to dispatch them if she has to. It leads to strained relations with her kin.

Melancholy: One can not be a monster of condensed negativity that preys on the souls of the innocent for hundreds of years without it weighing on your - missing - heart and mind. Though she is a firm woman in many respects, this doesn't mean she is immune to introspection in the quite moments, nor does it mean that the face she shows is the face she is. Everyone wears a mask, even if she ripped her's off. This disconnect can be somewhat offputting on occasion, especially for people with emphatic powers or capabilities.


Likes:

This New World: How could you not?! This new world is terrifying! While this might seem a negative to most people, Kelita finds herself enthralled by it. Few things in the world manage to scare her, and so when carriages of metal roar by, people pass on with entire band in tiny little boxes, or she gets to admire all the new foods that they have invented, she is delighted and enamoured by it.

Shinigami: A strange like for an Arrancar, but Kelita has good memories of the warriors now she has memories. They are honourable beings who serve their Shogun with unflinching dedication and ensure that the world is save. It was by the sword of a Shinigami that she was able to protect her Master's mansion till the coming of The End. As such, she will always be grateful to them.

Gracefulness: As one might expect from a woman who dislikes being disgraceful, Kelita enjoys the grace of life. A gentle step, and subtle tap, an elegant solution to a problem. It is these things that make Kelita happy to continue existing, as she favours the more subtle side of life. While there is little grace in the metal carriages of the modern age, it still exists, if one knows were to look.

Honour: Honour is a major part of Kelita's life, and she will devout great effort to it. When one acts honourable, they honour their ancestors and those who come before them. She holds great respect for those who hold respect for others, and is far more liable to go out of her way to assist those who are worthy of assistance beyond what is demanded by her own honour.

The desire to Learn: From an early age, Kelita had a thirst for knowledge. This grew as she got older, and while she peaked in reference to time available to sit down and further herself due to the boiling state of her age, she still had the desire, and was well on hand to ensure that anyone who wished to peruse it themselves had the requisite aid to do so.

Dislikes:

The Past: A woman of great honour and selfless pride, the knowledge that she wandered for uncounted years and brought such misery to so many innocent people is a crippling thing. She was not of her own mind - or indeed of any mind - and was driven by a base and eclipsing need, but this does little to soothe her heart's guilt.

Disgracefulness: In an archaic meaning, this is quite literal. Kelita dislikes people without grace or manual dexterity in their lives. While she understands some are born physically incapable of this, and has great sympathy for it, she prefers people that can, to have some degree of finesse in their life, and is irritated when she sees people barge and bash and shove like a common Ashigaru.

Shameful acts: To bring shame to one's self is to bring shame to one's ancestors. While this is separated from the flaw of Fumeiyo by scale, it is still something she looks down upon. The general difference being shameful displays are not always dishonourable displays. One might bring shame and honour in the same breath, though it is rare.

Fumeiyo: A truly vulgar word for truly vulgar deeds, Fumeiyo is the opposition and anathema to Meiyo. Meiyo is the belief of personal honour, to treat people with respect and grace regardless of social standing, and to face enemies with courage and conviction. Fumeiyo then, is the belief of dishonour. Amorality and a train of thought that will do anything to retain and improve one's way of life. Rarely do they face another on the battlefield, and when they do it is marred a thousand times by practices best left in the gutter.  

Prejudice: To judge without knowledge shows a closed mind and a closed heart. While this Dislike is not quite as vehmerent as the others, it is still there. Only, more on the level of a pet peeve.

Villiany: A showcase of the many layers in which sits Kelita's morality, Villainy is different to shameful acts and dishonour. The third level of being naughty, Villiany goes beyond the other two, and is abjectly and unforgivably evil. While a shameful act can come easily from not reading the room or overestimating your capabilities, and dishonour means looking out for yourself first and foremost, Villiany is outright evil, and can not be excused or condoned.

Personal Habits: Gong-Fu: Though it sounds very close to the term Kung-Fu - which does not actually refer to a martial art but indeed any action that can be learned and mastered with time and effort - Gong-Fu could not be further from it. Instead, it is a special ceremony revolving around the preperation, pouring, and drinking, of tea. All females of Kelita's era were taught the intricacies of this, and she clings to it in the modern day as a part of her humanity that she hopes to retain. Though it is wishful thinking for the most part.

Sword Care: Another part of Kelita's attempts to be akin to her human self, she spends time every day maintaining her Zanpaktou. While it is not Shisuke and will not rust or degrade, it still gives her something to do that is something she has done in her human life. Thus, doing it now in her afterlife, allows her to maintain ties to it and be more human as a result. Even if it is just a deception.

Archaic Dialect: Kelita's words are old-fashioned and sometimes foreign to the modern person. While she will eventually pick up modern speech patterns and words, the current state of her linguistics leads to some misunderstandings from those who are now as old as she is. It is often fun to see confused looks on the faces of people her own nationality. The world grows up so much.

New World Delight: Often Kelita can be found admiring the new world she is in. Which, while does lead her to getting hit by a car or two, she chalks that up to part of the experience. She can often appear like a starry-eyed teen in the world, and occasionally overindulges in new food or the glittering arcade, and runs afoul of the people who are in charge of these. But that to, is part of the experience~

Goals: .
Short-term Goals: Live: After so long, Kelita feels there is only one thing in life that she can do, and that is to life on. To be who she is, to ensure that her - missing - heart will go on and that if she does have to face Izanami in the afterlife, she can do it with the knowledge that she has lived the best she can. While she might have interests own the line, they all stem from this sole purpose.
Long-term Goals: (same as short term)
General Personality: Kelita is a Samurai who holds honour highly. Though this honour is most in play for her liege, she holds that warriors and the strong should treat the weak with grace. Through intense training and hard work, the Kung Fu grows strong within the warrior's soul, and they must ensure that others see this as a beacon of hope, not opression. Those who are above a person should endeavour to ensure that they have somebody to look up to, not to engender disdain from the flaunting of power. If the strong support the weak, then the weak may become the strong and from there, new allies are gained and the world benefits. A true warrior has no need to be cruel or to prove their strength, and to oppress and flaunt proves only your lacking confidence within yourself.

She supports the virtues of the warrior, (Righteousness, Heroic Courage, Compassion, Respect, Honesty, Honour, Duty and Loyalty, Self-Control, Filial Piety, Wisdom, and Fraternity) and makes sure to follow them whenever she can. They are extensive, and the world is forever in a state of flux, so no being, human or otherwise, can ever hope to be a shining example of every virtue. But it is from the effort to be that example, that greatness blossoms.

Ensuring she sticks to these codes, she can sometimes feel a caricature, a being that is following words rather than living a life. This is true to an extent as Kelita puts a great deal of stock in them now that she is an Arrancar, and ensures that if she ever has doubt in herself, these words that she lives by will help guide her into the light. While there are times she fully and naturally follows them, there are other times when she follows them stiffly and forcefully to ensure her adherence to them.


Zanpakutō Name: Shisuke
Zanpakutō Name Translation: Helpful Lion

Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: Simple but elegant, it befits Kelita to have a Katana that has little embellishment or ostentatiousness. A weapon made by a skilled hand, but for the art of protecting others and slaying the enemy, it does not need to be anything more than it is. And Kelita is happy with this.


Release Phrase: Roar

Resurreccion Appearance: Kelita's Primera Etapa changes her body, her hair gaining the addition of a large lion's mane - which calls into question her gender on those who are studied in the difference of lions - and broadens her out physically.
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Resurreccion Ability: On top of increasing her physical capabilities, aligning her closer to the physical and martial perfection of a Samurai, her Bushido is manifested in Meiyo Tokens, which recover at one every two turns and grant her special capabilities depending on how they are spent.

1 token - Test The Depths: A strike that does little in the way of variance from a normal blow, it is instead one designed to further Kelita's understanding of her foe. Should the blow land, it will inform her the precise durability of the enemy, that she might prepare to fight them in earnest. Or flee the field should the monster be beyond her capabilities. Self-Sacrifice is one thing, but uselessly wasting your life brings shame.



2 tokens - Splitting The Shaft: A strike that allows Kelita to attack an enemy's energy attack and cut through it, so long as she can indeed do so. Kelita's power must be within the same echalon as the enemy's, or weaker, less she fails to cut it and wastes the tokens.

3 tokens - Ouroboros Flash: As soon as the bout starts, it has ended. Using this strike, Kelita can make an Iaido draw that counts her speed three times higher than it is for the sake of this blow alone, allowing her to strike down a foe with incredible speed and hopefully end an encounter with minimal fuss.



4 tokens - Lion's Roar: A Samurai strikes twice, once for himself and once for his ancestors. This technique takes that concept to it's extreme, and when the tokens are spent, Kelita's blows are doubled in quantity, each strike hitting the enemy twice until the end of her turn. These second strikes are not impossible to defend against, but difficult due to the fact they come off the back of the original and they are hard to spot in the first place.


Segunda Epta Appearance: Growing even more like a lion, the mane thickens and her body grows powerful and broad. Fangs jut out and even her throat improves to allow her to better mimic the lion's roar.
Segunda Epta Ability: Improving further on the physical and martial capabilities, the Segunda also keeps her Meiyo token capabilities but enhances the power of it and increases her total token count to six.

History: Born to a servant in the Boshiru clan, she was chosen at a young age to be a playmate for the young lord of the clan. This was by no means an altruistic move on their part but rather than of a tradition held for a long time. Kelita was ignorant to the ramifications of this and simply played with the young lord, being somewhat of a friend and somewhat of a handmaid for him. It bred an interesting dynamic that would sometimes be marred by tantrums and breakups. Though, merely that of a child and little more.

However, Kelita would set herself apart as more than just someone to make friends with. Born with a zeal for things that interested her and a surprisingly potent dynamic vision, she would sit on a step and watch the young lord as he went through basic training with the sword. And then as his time was taken up more by lessons, watch the others practice with the sword. From here she grew enarmored with the whole thing, and playtime became less about childrens games and more about playfighting with actual moves.

This extra training he was getting from Kelita brought him into view of the elders, as his rate of growth seemed swift from their perspective. Lauded as a genius, he didn't want to get Kelita in any trouble telling them that she liked the sword rather than delicate womanly things, and simply humbly played down his skill. Humility at a young age was another great sign and he was granted great freedom to live how he wished. With the undercurrent of unspoken agreements that he maintain his level of skill and mentality.

One day while playfighting, he found himself on his back, having lost to Kelita's superior manoeuvring. She was not a talented girl, but a girl who would put in thrice the effort to match the talent of her betters, filling her days with reading lessons so she could pour over scrolls and often being seen as a scoundrel from skipping her Gong-Fu lessons. Tea serving was lesser in comparison to kenjutsu, and it helped out her friend to boot. How could she not want to be the best she could be at it? Though, this loss brought the young lord into the same echalon of zeal that Kelita had, not wanting to fall behind his closest friend.

The two would carry on this clandestine practice for several years, Kelita growing into beautiful teenager while her Lord was growing into a fine young man. Though he tried, his attempts to catch up to Kelita were in vain, and she had grown to be almost the teacher in their relationship. Not that he did not improve at all, it was just Kelita improved faster. For everything the lord learned, Kelita learned two things, one from her own studies, and one from watching him enact his new piece of knowledge. Though he would not be left behind, nor would he catch up. Which was a hidden boon, as he was forever motivated to improve.

A few weeks after his sixteenth birthday, was when it all changed. There were, like all teenagers of her age, budding new feelings inside her. And inside the young lord as well, since he awkwardly gave her a nice bokken he had made himself, in some attempt to appeal to her preferences. She found it cute and endearing, and kept the bokken in her room. Few questioned it's presence and those who did questioned no further when she told them it was a gift from the young Lord. Though it came to good use when suddenly, in the middle of the night, three men burst into her room. Waking rapidly, Kelita retrieved her bokken and defended herself, leaving them bruised and bloody before they could wrap their heads around where she had gotten such skill from.

Calming down from the fight, her lord burst into the room, brandishing his ceremonial Daisho and scanning the room for the source of the ruckus. Though, as he saw the scene, he became confused. This confusion was not mitigated in the slightest when he saw that the attackers were two loyal retainers and his own sword teacher. Barely restraining fury for such apparent treason, he ordered - a clear view into her emotional state as he never tried to use his position on Kelita after one argument doing exactly that nearly broke her heart - Kelita to go bring his father immediately, and so she did.

Here, she learned finally, of the tradition. Kelita was the latest in a long line of servant women who had been paired with the young Lords of the clan. They were to grow close, and then the woman would be kidnapped by the clan's retainers, and then the lord sent on a diplomatic journey . In doing so, they would bring the ultimate test of personal gain vs duty. Could the lord put aside such a travesty and work for the good of the clan, or would they be ruled by their emotions? A test that Kelita had ruined by defeating her kidnappers.

From here, the secret lessons and source of the Lord's skill and fervour became known, though they did not punish Kelita as he thought they would. Instead, somewhat exasperated at the whole thing and slightly ashamed it had gone on under his nose for so long, he invited Kelita to join the family proper, as a Retainer. Which was an interesting and shocking turnout but she accepted gracefully and promised to act with honour however she might be able to. Wherever, she might be able to.

Coming out of the shadows and into the light was a strange feeling. No longer hiding, she was able to practice openly, and this gathered interest in her capabilities. Though, she also had to learn to have at least a veneer of proper ladyship, which meant Gong-Fu and etiquette training, two things she had been avoiding for a long time. Not so bad as it turned out, but still something she wasn't great at nor interested in. It was the field of battle where she desired to be, and where she excelled.

Being in the open allowed her direct practice with the sword teachers rather than just watching them and executing with her Lord. Plenty of training was still held with her Lord, but also with other experienced duelists. This new freedom increased Kelita's prowess further, honing an already sharp edge to make her a formidable opponent. With this skill, she accompanied her Lord out on diplomatic excursions, small military skirmishes, and generally was there for him in a way she could never be before. This new freedom was exhilarating, breathtaking and addictive.

Eventually, the Festival Of The Lion came. Held every three years, it celebrated the Boshiru's animal sigil and told tales of their past exploits, while shining a light on those who may go on to make future exploits. It was also when any retainer might compete for the privilege to wield Shisuke until the next Festival. The sword - which was technically Ken no Shisuke, but often simply called Shisuke - was a family heirloom of a man who had excelled on the field of battle and been given a moniker by his Damiyo. To wield such a masterwork of a blade was a great honour and a great boon in one. So it attracted many competitors. Some who wished to test their skill against another competitively, others who wanted to draw the eye of a pretty lady. And some that fought only to win the sword.

Kelita was going to stay out of the contest, but was pushed into it by her young Lord. Not wishing to spoil his mood, she obliged and entered into the fray. From her it was a lot of fun to fight with everyone who would come, but eventually nobody did anymore, and she had won. It took her a few moments to really get into what that actually meant. Not until she was handed the sword did she really clock to it. From there, she grasped it with tight hands and just stared for a long moment before smiling. This sword was a physical representation of her accomplishments to date...

Happy days were not here to stay, however, as the time of Warring States came to rise. At first it was merely political intrigue and social manoeuvring, but it grew further until it was true military conflict. Boshiru's estate was hit hard in the early days, the rivals of the clan coming together and launching an attack without warning. It was here that Kelita first used her new blade against the foes of her house, and it was a beautiful thing. The blade cut cleanly through a person, spilled blood and hewed bone with a swipe, allowing her to cut a bloody waltz through the battlefield. Not that she came out unscathed. The sudden attack had led few to be armoured, and Kelita was bleeding from several locations, as well as a general exhaustion of combat as the time went on.

Pulling back into the main courtyard, she saw her Lord trapped below the bulwark, and fighting for his life against the arrayed forces. If he could get a moment's reprieve he could retreat, but it did not seem like he was going to. That was, until Kelita jumped down from the courtyard, landing on one of them men and breaking her leg from the fall. Taking advantage of the surprise, she opened the leg veins of two of the other attackers and stood. She wouldn't be moving very far but could still protect her Lord. She ignored his orders to run, to retreat, to come with him, and instead gave her own. He was to survive this if no one else, and she would ensure it if she had to spend her life a hundred times.

Didn't work, as she expected. The stubborn man stayed with her as a fresh wave of reinforcements came barrelling down the trench. A half-dead woman and a foolish man were not enough to hold off a dozen Ashigaru, and so instead of spending their final moments on a futile act, her Lord took Kelita and kissed her deeply, spending their last few moments on the earth in a state of delight.

Then...she wasn't dead. Of sorts. It was strange, she was apparently alive but the surroundings had changed. From the look of the sky, a whole day had passed, but what was going on she did not know. Wandering about the place, she found that the battle had ended in Boshiru defeat, and now there were scavengers about the place. She tried to run them off with shouting, but the ignored her completely. In fact, one walked through her to get to his friend, which really startled her and brought her back to reality. A broken chain dangling from her chest was a new addition, and her clothes no longer damaged and bloody. She....she had died.

Quickly she looked around for her Lord, who had died with her. But, she could not see him. Though there were plenty of other people with dangling chains, as one might expect from a Battlefield, she could not see him. Though his father was there, so she went to him and tried to work this whole thing out. They had died, but not gone anywhere. The theory came about that maybe this was Yomi, and they would have to search for Ama-no-uki-hashi to take them to Takamagahara. The idea of just staying here forever, a shadowy mirror of their world they could not interact with, did not spark and delight in anyone.

So several expeditions were planned. Those who would stay here to protect the Lord and their Lands, and those who would go looking for Ama-no-uki-hashi to lead the dead to their afterlife. Though, the people who left were the lucky ones, as night came and the shades of the underworld came for them. Massive, masked creatures, they tore through the assembled people and it was only when a group of warriors in black robes came that the massacre was stopped. It eventually ended poorly for the black clad warriors, as the number of hollows were too much and they ended up dying were they stood before they could fend them off. However, they had given salvation to the assembled forces, as though they died, their weaponry remained. And it was this that was claimed.

Kelita and the warriors fought side by side against the shades, and that was life. The shades came, men and women were eaten, and everyone suffered. The chains they wore dissolved at differing rates, but always with great pain. Slowly, the advantage of numbers dwindled, and disbondancy took them, the chains dissolving faster and faster. When one fateful night came where the Lord himself was butchered, all was lost. The few who survived were lost entirely to the despair, and Kelita had to fight them.

The now-hollows were quick to turn on each other, incredible eclipsing hunger driving them beyond all other feelings. The fight raged on, with Kelita killing those that came for her, and those who came for the others, until there was nothing left. Heavily wounded, exhausted in mind and body, and unable to find anymore solace, she fell to her knees, and died again. This second death did not lead anywhere, and instead it destroyed her. Turning her into the very monster she had fought, there was no mind to cry at the injustice, nothing to scream but scream in hunger. A driving need that pushed everything else out of her body and turned her into a monster.

Time became abstract and strange from that point. She hunted, she fed, she fought. Innocence was a long forgotten concept, and there was only food. Everything was a target and nobody would ever get any leniency. That was life. On Earth, and in the endless deserts. It simply passed, on and on and on until one day when a large fight Kelita was present for broke out. Instead of eating each other however, the Hollows fused into each other, melding and growing and twisting into a giant form that stomped about the deserts like a Kami. Time here, grew even weirder. As not only was their the everpresent need to sate her hunger, but there was a hundred different thoughts in a hundred different tongues all speaking at once. All warring, all battling, all trying to push each other down and claim dominance.

This was no fight Kelita was going to be found wanting for, and she actively snapped and snarled against all the comers, fighting with every scrap at her disposal while leading the charge for food to sate themselves. Crushing and smashing and dominating, Kelita raged through the mind of the Gillian, striking with fervour and becoming completely completely numb to her surroundings. Victory was hard fought, though she became the dominant personality in the Gillian with time and force of will, leading the giant body in a catastrophe swath across the Forest Of Menos until finally, one day, she found herself small and singular again.

Delighted that the world had finally started to make a bit of sense, she ate some more people and then went through to the World Beyond. She had not been there in a while, as a Gillian she could rarely step through, but now she could consume to her heart's content! Though, while chasing down one meal, she passed by a strangely reflective surface. This surface showed her a monster, a creature she hated to the very bottom of her missing heart. It drove her mad with anger, and she thrashed around, screaming and raging and then finally grasping her mask and ripping it from her face.

This had an effect she wasn't expecting, and suddenly everything she had been and everything she was rushed back into her. Given her old form again, she was left in a world so many years beyond her she could not count them all. Here, she was forced into a deep melancholy as her actions were shown to her. There was a delightful  new world in front of her, but the past weighed heavily on her, so she could only explore it and find passion here on some days. Others, were simply spent in mourning of her existence. At least the accursed hunger had abated...

Hey there Kelita, I'm Lany, and I'll be your grader.

Two things before I give you your grade.

1: Please fill in your Appearance Age.

2: While you don't have to use the Segunda, we do ask that it is still filled in before giving you a grade.

Can't believe I missed that.....

On other news, I have no idea what to do with a Segunda so I made it really boring.

OK, with everything you have in the App, I'm inclined to be the first staff member to grant you an approval for Advanced Captain tier. Another staff member will be here shortly to agree or disagree with my verdict shortly.

1 out of 2 approval for Advanced Captain Tier.

Seconded for Advanced Captain. Welcome aboard!