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08-04-2009, 01:00 AM
Name: Aries Tashimine
Gender: Male
Age [upon death]: 27 Age [SS]: 42
Appearance: Roughly 6'3 in height and approximately 165 LBs in weight. His body is well-toned from constant calisthenics and a rigorous regimen of weight-lifting and personal training. The majority of his strength stems from sparring and starting fights with others, this does not mean he is anti-social however, this strictly means he looks to become stronger. He has short-cut black hair and razor-thin eyes with white iris's [this is particularly due to an accident he encurred as a child] this also does not mean Aries is blind, it only means he has done nothing to change the color. Both of his arms are sleeved in tattoos he got done back in the world of the living and he has a personal preference for long, flowing black/crimson garments which are his favorite colors .
[B]Personality: Overly anxious and eager. Definitely not anti-social for he was very popular back in the world of the living. He likes to think of himself as a tactician in combat, thinking several moves ahead of an opponent as his intelligence...is quite high. He will join in on conversations because he does not like to be seen as shy, however when something involves training or downtime, Aries can be at times, introverted. He has a penchant for violence, death, anarchy and disorder. He prefers these things because his mood can often be "dark" or "unorthodox" when surrounded by an atmosphere of the same. The only reason his temperament and personality are this way is due to his recent strife back in the real world and also, his character is one of a person wishing to exact his own method of vengeance and justice.
He has no qualms with working with others, in fact...he prefers it. The only thing he asks of others when fighting is that he is allowed his space as well as enough time to draw the fight out, as long as possible.
Biography: His name wasn't always Aries, it was just a "nickname" people at his college used to dub him. His real name was Michael Fulton and he was a psychology major working towards his Master's in Philosophy and Psychology. He was a 4th year student about to graduate in autumn when people started to call him that, Michael didn't think much of people like that though...he often ignored such slander and defamation. The only reason his peers had started to call him such things, was because of Michael's prior history and behavior - when provoked.
On the surface he was well liked, top of his class and adored by others in his field. Beneath the surface was a tumultuous, energetic and aggressive individual who fell into old patterns of repressing his inner feelings and emotions [which often at times came out in the worst ways imaginable]. One day he was leaving his afternoon classes, the sun was still about to set as he turned the corner and made his way home. He could be seen checking his PDA as he noticed he went down a dark alley by mistake, this did not sit well for Michael but...he didn't care either way.
Because he could see his dorm at the very end of it.
By the time he reached the end of the dark alley he found himself surrounded by shadows. They were burly and muscular fellows with tattoos, chains and piercings, obviously...the kind of people you would tend to avoid in this life. "May I help you?" I asked. They of course didn't respond to me for they were only interested in my laptop, wallet, PDA and whatever else of value I had on me. "Yeah! For starters...you can hand over everything on your person!" needless to say it didn't take long for the situation to escalate into a fight for my survival...
That day...I ended up on the losing end.
By the time I came to I saw nothing but light. My eyes were so blurry and bruised as they went in and out of focus, that I could barely make out the dim outline of a strange figure before me...it was a shinigami. My ears were only ringing as my life flowed out of me through every open wound and sore, I couldn't even make out the girl's voice who was speaking to me...but interestingly enough...it made the transition smoother. I could feel my spirit leaving me but taking on a new form as I awoke in the middle of a field. I very slowly crept up to my feet and noticed I wasn't in Kansas anymore: I was in SS! Western Rukongai [District 245] to be precise. I saw nothing but breathtaking scenary and souls? This did not compute as I looked all over my body and then back at the souls who were waving at me.
"Yeah...new guy! Your dead by the way [laughs]" she said to me as she couldn't help but laugh, I for one...was not in a laughing mood. "What...do you mean...I'm...dead? And why are there dead people waving at me? WHERE THE HELL AM I? ANSWER ME...please" I saw her walking over towards me as her right hand rest itself on my back. "I can offer to console you all you want but the reality is, your a soul which died in the living world. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, soooo...anyway...what did they call you back on Earth?"
"They, they called me Aries Tashimine..."
Without even saying goodbye I could tell she was no longer there in front of me. I felt nothing but the wind as her presence left me all alone with so many questions I wanted answered, the only thing that I could remember: The 11th Division's insignia. "I recognize that kanji! Its the number for 11...11th...division? Maybe they will have more answers for me there"
Division applying to: 11th Division
Zanpakuto: Standard asauchi for shinigami. The only modifications built into it are length: 64cm [2 ft] and the guard was forged from gold, then molded into a special symbol which has personal meaning to him. The pommel is woven from black and crimson silk also with the same symbol stitched and embedded into it. The appearance is rather rigid and jagged [much like Kenpachi's] the reason for this being is his countless hours of self training.
Gender: Male
Age [upon death]: 27 Age [SS]: 42
Appearance: Roughly 6'3 in height and approximately 165 LBs in weight. His body is well-toned from constant calisthenics and a rigorous regimen of weight-lifting and personal training. The majority of his strength stems from sparring and starting fights with others, this does not mean he is anti-social however, this strictly means he looks to become stronger. He has short-cut black hair and razor-thin eyes with white iris's [this is particularly due to an accident he encurred as a child] this also does not mean Aries is blind, it only means he has done nothing to change the color. Both of his arms are sleeved in tattoos he got done back in the world of the living and he has a personal preference for long, flowing black/crimson garments which are his favorite colors .
[B]Personality: Overly anxious and eager. Definitely not anti-social for he was very popular back in the world of the living. He likes to think of himself as a tactician in combat, thinking several moves ahead of an opponent as his intelligence...is quite high. He will join in on conversations because he does not like to be seen as shy, however when something involves training or downtime, Aries can be at times, introverted. He has a penchant for violence, death, anarchy and disorder. He prefers these things because his mood can often be "dark" or "unorthodox" when surrounded by an atmosphere of the same. The only reason his temperament and personality are this way is due to his recent strife back in the real world and also, his character is one of a person wishing to exact his own method of vengeance and justice.
He has no qualms with working with others, in fact...he prefers it. The only thing he asks of others when fighting is that he is allowed his space as well as enough time to draw the fight out, as long as possible.
Biography: His name wasn't always Aries, it was just a "nickname" people at his college used to dub him. His real name was Michael Fulton and he was a psychology major working towards his Master's in Philosophy and Psychology. He was a 4th year student about to graduate in autumn when people started to call him that, Michael didn't think much of people like that though...he often ignored such slander and defamation. The only reason his peers had started to call him such things, was because of Michael's prior history and behavior - when provoked.
On the surface he was well liked, top of his class and adored by others in his field. Beneath the surface was a tumultuous, energetic and aggressive individual who fell into old patterns of repressing his inner feelings and emotions [which often at times came out in the worst ways imaginable]. One day he was leaving his afternoon classes, the sun was still about to set as he turned the corner and made his way home. He could be seen checking his PDA as he noticed he went down a dark alley by mistake, this did not sit well for Michael but...he didn't care either way.
Because he could see his dorm at the very end of it.
By the time he reached the end of the dark alley he found himself surrounded by shadows. They were burly and muscular fellows with tattoos, chains and piercings, obviously...the kind of people you would tend to avoid in this life. "May I help you?" I asked. They of course didn't respond to me for they were only interested in my laptop, wallet, PDA and whatever else of value I had on me. "Yeah! For starters...you can hand over everything on your person!" needless to say it didn't take long for the situation to escalate into a fight for my survival...
That day...I ended up on the losing end.
By the time I came to I saw nothing but light. My eyes were so blurry and bruised as they went in and out of focus, that I could barely make out the dim outline of a strange figure before me...it was a shinigami. My ears were only ringing as my life flowed out of me through every open wound and sore, I couldn't even make out the girl's voice who was speaking to me...but interestingly enough...it made the transition smoother. I could feel my spirit leaving me but taking on a new form as I awoke in the middle of a field. I very slowly crept up to my feet and noticed I wasn't in Kansas anymore: I was in SS! Western Rukongai [District 245] to be precise. I saw nothing but breathtaking scenary and souls? This did not compute as I looked all over my body and then back at the souls who were waving at me.
"Yeah...new guy! Your dead by the way [laughs]" she said to me as she couldn't help but laugh, I for one...was not in a laughing mood. "What...do you mean...I'm...dead? And why are there dead people waving at me? WHERE THE HELL AM I? ANSWER ME...please" I saw her walking over towards me as her right hand rest itself on my back. "I can offer to console you all you want but the reality is, your a soul which died in the living world. I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, soooo...anyway...what did they call you back on Earth?"
"They, they called me Aries Tashimine..."
Without even saying goodbye I could tell she was no longer there in front of me. I felt nothing but the wind as her presence left me all alone with so many questions I wanted answered, the only thing that I could remember: The 11th Division's insignia. "I recognize that kanji! Its the number for 11...11th...division? Maybe they will have more answers for me there"
Division applying to: 11th Division
Zanpakuto: Standard asauchi for shinigami. The only modifications built into it are length: 64cm [2 ft] and the guard was forged from gold, then molded into a special symbol which has personal meaning to him. The pommel is woven from black and crimson silk also with the same symbol stitched and embedded into it. The appearance is rather rigid and jagged [much like Kenpachi's] the reason for this being is his countless hours of self training.