-Shinigami-
General Information:-Full Name: David Kyoshiira
-Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: Davey
-Noteable Family: none
-Loyalties: Soul Society
-Actual Age 1499
Appearance:-Appearance: His hair is a shaggy-like pale green color. His eyes matching easily. He has a face that shows innocent despite the body build he has. Having trained quite a bit since he was first initiated in the academy; his body has a six pack and an otherwise sinewy look. A mask sits on his face, not as a hollow mask fragment, but as a sort of device that focuses his reitsu into the wounds and easily keeps them from bleeding. His right side is hallowed by scars from an abusive family and a father who literally tried to kill him.
-Preferred Wardrobe: His preferred wardrobe includes the traditional uniform for the shinigami with a white haori that sits beneath his obi. The edge has a diamond and circle prit that reaches to no further than past his knees.
-Height: 5'9"
-Weight: 115 lbs
-Physical Age: 21
Race Specific Information:-Squad: 3
-Seat: captain
Character/Player Bio:-Personality: A very noble boy, Davey never steps down from a fight that strikes against his morals. He has the heart of an ancient samurai and many of te rules he follows show in combat where his true wisdom shows. He will never attack an opponent whose back is turned no matter the situation and he only does one on one fights.
Outside of battle Davey is a very innocent-seeming man with the personality of a confused teenage bot. He's quiet and humble. Never seeming to worry about his own well-being he is often exploited by others; mainly other captains. Often overworking himself, Davey finds it hard to say no to people. As well he is easily confused common knowledge.
-Rank: Captain
-History: Born as a Ryoka on the outskirts of SS, Davey was not a very loved boy. He had an older brother who always overshadowed him. His 'cool' always making his mom proud. Never did Davey ever get appreciated and he was the youngest.
After a dreadful accident, his mother died in a massacre by a group of ogue hollows. Davey was there and somehow survived. Seeing that the boy had lived and not his mother, the father became angry and lashed out. Grabbing the nearest object, he tore up Davey's face and left him there to die. His brother was the only one to care and dropped him outside the ss for no real reason, simply hoping someone would take pity on the boy.
Somehow luck shined on Davey and he managed to survive a week until his wounds healed. Unfortunately he was found by a group of shinigami and was attacked once more. This time Davey fought back. Impressed by his display, they took him in and discussed his future. He then joined into the academy where he trained himself hard. The appeal of his face was not there, therefore he went out and found a mask to cover most of the scars on his rightside of face.
After many decades, Davey showed prowess in battle and slowly moved up the rankings in the shinigami latter. Finally chosen as shinigami vice-captain he went out on a mission with the captain as they were sent to destroy a nest of hollow. However meeting a man named Tenji Davey couldn't manage to fight the man for no reason he could understand. Ever since they were friends, though in secret.
During the mission however someone killed off the previous captain. In his dying words he promoted Davey to his polace and though the, at the time third seat, didn't agree, he was the witness that agreed. After the inauguration, Davey committed himself to obeying most of the rules. With the support of most of his team, he isknown as very noble and fights hard to prove himself to everyone.
-Roleplay Samples:- Spoiler:
Artemis was searching. What exactly was it she was searching for? Noone knew, not even herself. She flipped a hand through her hair, sending a small wave of brown behind her like a cape upon her head. She was noble, yes, but she didn't look it right now. The trip had taken a lot out of her. Her once beautifully decorated dress was reduced to nearly shreds beneath a burlap-brown cloak. Her blue eyes closed briefly, then opened.
Such a long, but boring day. What should she do? Who was she searching for? Questions seered through her head. Where do I go from here? Avoiding tradition was bad enough, but running away from home was always far worse. Truly though? Would she be missed? The only man of importance in the family was her brother and he had vanished; disappeared forever from her memory. Where could he be? She briefly wondered if she was searching for him.
No.. That wasn't it. It was something more deep than him. Was it herself perhaps? She closed her eyes as the warm wind flitted over her skin, scratching her already sun-burnt cheeks. Her uncle would be angry, but there was no worries, she wasn't ready. She wasn't noble-like in her manners. No.. she didn't wish to attend balls and such instead.. she preferred to be just. To simply exist.
As she ran a sore hand through her hair she did miss her gentle and easy life, but it was too obvious as her eyes rested on the distant sun, "Well... it's too late to turn back now." The person she was speaking to? Herself. There was no need for anyone else.. was there? Then there was silence. Soaking it up, she allowed her eyes to rest back on the entrace of some building. A man?
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