Name: Shirou Ikata
Nick name/ alias: None
Race: Quincy
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Height: Exactly 6 foot tall
Weight: 170 lbs
Appearance: 
His entire ensemble is based off of his hair and eyes. Violet hair that shines in any light, with lucid eyes that shine out a violet aura when one looks into them. He has a shy look al the time, and he wears an outfit that suits him perfectly. A purple tanktop/ jacket with various random designs, and a neckercheif that looks like most of a scarf. He wears black clasks to complete his ensemble and some dress shoes made comfortably so that he can run around.
Personality: He is shy, which probably explains his usual look and clothing choice. He normally isn't around people due to him being different. However, when he can tell a person is different in a way like he is, he can express himself happily. He likes things that are pretty much safe and fun, hiking, swimming, all of that. In a combat situation, he is never the shy kid people think he is. In fact he is one of the most lethal fighters ever in the quincy race, having his own way to fight with a rare kind of glove that few quincies have ever had ever. He likes to exploit openings while knowing where almost anything is coming from. This makes him the Combative shy-guy that every girl wants.
Background/History:The Normal LifeHe was born into a seemingly normal family having issues from the start. He was extremely unresponsive to his surrounding until he was around one month old. Generally his parents always worried about him from when he became resonsive onwards. He grew up seeming to be normal, not a care in the world. He hadn't much to care about, other than an occasional hollow following him home, but the usually went away soon enough, he really had no clue why they stalked him. So he made the best of it and tried to pretend he didn't care or even notice them.
Soon enough, he was about six years old. His parents both died of a strange means that Shirou hadn't a clue as to how they died. All that he could find was a residue of a tenson around the house. He did, however find a note on the fridge. And this note changed his entire perception of his life, and reality. He learned of his geneology, and why he was so different.
Coping With DifferenceShirou held up surprisingly well in school. He was never asked about the incident, he managed to get a paper route with a surprisingly high pay so that he could manage an apartment with a room mate. His difference was, that he was born a supernatural person. He hadn't a clue which race he was, as his father was a Quincy, and his mother was a Superhuman. He spent much time alone, away from the large amount of people who laughed at him and mocked his loneliness. He soon turned eight year old. He finally knew what race he was, as he summoned a peculiar weapon. It wasn't a bow... but it was the same idea, behind it, and he only summoned it through a hand-me-down glove from his grandfather. He never knew why he was so strange, but he knew then what he was put on this world to do. And that was to slay Hollows.
A New QuincyShirou grew up slaying hollows from age eight and on. He was young and enjoyed making the world a better place. An occasional shinigami would come around and check up on him, he sometimes met some Superhumans who he could talk to without sound like a lunatic. However, he remained distant from the people who weren't like him, they would never understand his posistion and why he was how he was. They would never belive his story. Not a soul would at all. So he kept his business his own.
He trained with his special "bow" in a way that only he could. Lethally, he soon became a powerful person. He could fight adjuchas level hollows with few problems. However, he never thought about becoming an elite. Not at all. Mainly, it is because he was alone for so long and he had never met his clan of people before a man destroyed his family's home. He couldn'd realy resent a man of such power. But there was a sinking sensation that he was alone now. So now he is alone and cold to others. Leving all of his sociality behind him.
