Emi grew up as an orphan in the 73rd West Rukongai district, as a member of a gang of delinquent children affectionately referred to the Dusty Strays. The children lived their lives stealing from the other residents, getting into fights, and causing a fuss when and were possible. Being residents of one of the poorest districts in the Rukongai, it was all they had to get by and make the most of the little they had. Yet despite the trouble they caused, the children always found a way to do the right thing at the end of the day.
Unfortunately however, the days of being the lovable bunch of of trouble makers didn’t last. As they grew older the kids went their separate ways. Emi left the 73rd and spent spent the next 4 years of her life, living along the outskirts of the Soul Society in a small village of smiths and carpenters. Forging weapons and other equipment for Gotei. It wasn’t much, but she appreciated the quiet life for what was. The peace didn’t last, it never could, not in this universe.
Not long after the fifth year of living as a weapon smith, news had come from the Western 73rd that the town had been attacked by Hollow. Before Gotei could respond, much of the village had been wiped out. Her friends, the numerous people she and her friends had harassed and grown to love perished in the event. Overcome with grief and the urge to see that the same event would never happen twice, Emi vowed to join the Gotei 13 and be a guardian of the Rukongai.
Her heart was in the right place, but her talents were lacking. Day in and day out, Emi devoted her soul to joining the Shinou Academy, but time and time again she failed to impress. She trained, she begged, she fought, but for three long years her entrance was denied. About a week before her 17th birthday, and after a long day of training Emi settled down in one of old sake bar in the 8th Northern district where she met a someone that introduced themselves as a retired Gotei Recruiter. A rather young looking woman, probably no older than about 30, named Konomi Fuuga. She had long waist length and scar just beneath her left eye. Despite the few unique features there wasn’t much remarkable about her, and yet Konomi was among many forgettable faces that Emi couldn’t help but to remember.
Taking note of Konomi’s apparent associate with Gotei, Konomi moved on to take advantage of the potential connection. For the first time in years, things went well for her. The two spent the night, talking, laughing, having the time of their lives. In an instant, the two hit it off and carried on like they had been friends for years. When the festivities had come to a close, Konomi offered to watch a demonstration of Emi’s talents and would arrange to convince the academy to accept her if she showed promise. The two agreed to meet at noon four days later to make good on their plans.
Four days passed, and it was finally Emi’s chance to become a Shinigami had come. She had spent the last 3 days training harder than she ever had before now. She practiced her sword techniques, Hakuda, and even controlling the little reiatsu she had. All the things she had known Shinigami were capable of, she committed herself to emulating as best she could. To prove herself, to find closure for her friends, her family. The time was now.
The two stood in an empty lot so as to give themselves enough space for the demonstration. As the sun reached the peak of its ascent Konomi called out to Emi, commanding her to draw her blade. It wasn’t very visually appealing, but for a standard Katana it was expertly crafted, one she had made herself back in her old village. As Emi drew her blade, Konomi approached with a stern look, as if to scrutinize every aspect of her form. The critical Shinigami circled the aspiring girl and soon as she hit Emi’s blindside, Konomi lashed out. In an instant, Emi was out cold.
The truth was, Konomi Fuuga was a false identity used to lure in unsuspecting Rukongai residents, knocking them out, and selling them to the highest bidder. The Shinigami attire she wore was stolen from the corpse of a patrolman that died defending one of the districts. The sad reality of the far districts was that crime was rampant, and the filth went unchecked. Hell was for those who sinned as humans, Heuco Mundo existed for souls that hollowed out, but most of those that sinned in Soul Society seemed to exist with impunity.
Emi awoke hours later, beaten, bruise, clothes in tatters and all else she had taken from her. The ocean of feelings were vast, but her disgust, her hatred, her anger spilled out into the world. She had awakened. The trauma allowed the dam on the power she had struggled to set free had broken. In the end, it wasn’t much, but it was more than enough to catch Gotei’s attention. Before long, an entire squad of Shinigami had swarmed the area in response.
Emi has lost herself. She wept, she screamed, she fought. One by one, she jumped at each of them. She tried and tried as with all of her soul to hurt them, to kill them, anything she could to get rid of the feelings she had, but of course she had no hope. They were better trained and they outnumbered her eight to one. It didn’t take long for them to subdue her in the end.
Two days later she woke again, this time in the fourth division’s triage center. She had exhausted herself in her frenzy, apparently having “spent enough reiatsu that it nearly killed her”, as a nurse explained as soon as she woke. There had been a rather large plate of food nearby, which was pointed out to her by the nurse, but Emi declined. After a bit of insistence, and a long-winded explanation of how the food would help replenish Emi’s the nurse gave up and left.
Emi sat there, staring at the walls. She was in the Seireitei, but what she lost to get there, made her sick to her stomach. Unable to stand the sight she jumped from up from her bed and started to run. But before she could even leave the room she bumped into the Captain. She was short, not much taller than 5 feet. Her Shihakusho was almost standard, but the legs were only knee-high and the sleeves were a bit shorter than usual. She also didn’t seem to wear tabi or sandals. Yet the most striking features was her waist-length reddish brown hair, broad shoulders, and bright green eyes.
“Sit,” she said. “You’re in no condition to be running around. Took me half a night just to get you out of the danger zone.” Emi tried to push her way passed the Captain, but the effort was futile. Despite the short stature, she was surprisingly strong. Even despite her best efforts, the woman simply didn’t budge. Giving up, Emi retreated to the back of the room and sat, as the Captain had instructed. The captain sat a moment after and continued.
“I’d hate to bring up what happened, especially so soon, but I thought it would do some good to know that a patrol squad managed to apprehend everyone involved. They’ll stand trial before Central 46 soon.” Emi remained silent, but her thoughts echoed loud and clear “It’s not enough!” An awkward silence ensued, and before long tears streamed down from Emi’s eyes. The two sat in the mute room for what seemed like hours.
For the next six months, Emi remained as resident of the Fourth. It was a rough at first, but eventually she opened up enough to become an assistant for the Captain and ranking members of the fourth. But of course, Emi couldn’t remain there forever. She wasn’t a Shinigami, nor was her status high enough to permit continued life within the Seireitei.
As a sign of good faith however, for the accident and Gotei’s inaction in the Rukongai caused, they offered her the opportunity to live in the 1st Western districts alongside some of the more notable and wealthy families. Emi declined, instead she made two requests. The first was that she be allowed to attend the academy, that she be allowed to learn, and train and become someone capable of defending the weak, and that she could act and ensure that what happened to her could never happen to another soul. The crime and death had to be stopped, and above all else she had to be one of the ones to stop it. This had been her life’s mission, and she would not rest until she reached her goal.
The second request was that she’d be able to forge her zanpakutou by her own hands it allowed to join the Academy, and if she graduated. The zanpakutou was to be a symbol of her hardships and that she would overcome them with her own power and determination. It was also to serve as a tribute to the friends and family she had lost, as well as a way to pay respect to the smiths that taught and cared for her in her younger years.
It took a month of deliberation and debating, among the members of Central 46. There were concerns of Emi’s adequacy, given that she had attempted on numerous occasions to pass the entrance exam and failed. Gotei needed capable warriors to help fend off an ever increasing threat, and accepting someone who could not prove themselves worthy was just another casualty the had no taste for. The court was torn, but a decision had to be made. Her request was granted, as the court noted that her reiatsu indicated some potential. However, they also stipulated that reiatsu alone was not enough and that she would have to pass the exam with high marks in order to truly prove herself to them.
Time flew by like lightning after that. She made good on her end of the bargain and had passed the exam on high marks, 4th overall in the current group of entrants. For the time she remained focused, dedicated, and most importantly positive. From a life of poverty and tragedy, Emi’s existence was far from perfect, but she refused to be broken by it. Through the harshest storm she remained strong.
Six years had passed since then and it was time to graduate from the academy. Emi started well, but ultimately she finished among the lowest in her class. She excelled in all things regarding both basic and advanced knowledge but her combat skills were rather poor. Nevertheless it was enough to pass the exit exams, and after 9 long years she finally made it.
After the graduation Central 46 called her out in order to finalize their agreement. They were hesitant, given poor results overall, but her knowledge alone was enough to convince them to still honor their arrangement, despite her poor affinity for combat. As such, Emi had the rare honor of meeting with the smith of all Zanpakutou. A master swordsman and a true admirer of the blade. Together, they worked for a month to craft the best blade Emi had ever forged, as well as picking up a few tips on being a better swordsman.
Following the completion of her zanpakutou, Emi immediate sought assignment as a patrol in her old home in the Western 73rd, but found real combat and the fight against even the lesser Hollow that often raided the outer districts to be difficult. It wasn’t anything like she expected. Her views of Shinigami being strong, and effortless slaying Hollow were wholly unrealistic. Many died daily, and it was hard for Emi not to feel that she had only been lucky up to this point. The fear of death, and worse, the fear of failing consumed her. After few months of being on duty, she requested to be reassigned.
Her reassignment eventually lead her to the Seventh division. All throughout training in the academy she would hear whispers about the Seventh and that many powerful Shinigami had emerged from it, but at the same time many of the students had warned her and their peers to steer clear. The Seventh was cursed, a disease and blemish on the otherwise immaculate skin of Gotei. It was lead by a Captain that could hardly be called a man, an arrogant power-obsessed beast that thought of everyone and everything as little more than kindling for the flame. One quick to anger, quick to kill, even his own members if the mood was right.
The rumors didn’t deter her, however. She craved power the Seventh seemed to have, and she eventually summoned up the courage to seek membership. But of course, the Seventh and it’s Captain was far worse than anyone could have ever described...
Emi is a young woman in her early 20s. She’s fairly tall, standing at around 5’10” and had a fairly slender build. She has dark red shoulder length hair, with bright yellow tips, giving it the appearance of flames especially as it moves. She had bright blue eyes and a birth mark that almost looks like a spider on the lower edge of her left cheek near her jawline.
She wears the standard Shinigami attire, however keeps the top half of her uniform around her waist, exposing the upper half of her body. To avoid being totally bare however, she covers her somewhat small breasts in a set of black bandages. Aside from that she wears her zanpakutou on her back, rather than at the waist as most others do.
First and foremost, Emi is incredibly stubborn. The concept of giving up simply isn’t an option with her. Even if she must relent for a moment, her goals and her way ever remain at the forefront of her thoughts. As such, her insistence on reaching her goals can only ever be delayed. Aside from that, Emi aims to keep a positive attitudes, even despite past tragedies, Emi usually comes off as cherry and is willing to at least fake it if that means making them seem a lot better than what they actually are. Finally, Emi is compassionate has has a strong sense of justice. She’s quick to sympathize with those in need or suffering in any way, as well as committing herself to doing what’s right as much as humanly possible. As a result however, her strong sense of justice can and often does lead her to obsess about doing what’s right at the end of the day.