Tashimine Aries {11th Division Vice Captain)

Name: Aries Tashimine
DOB: 225
Born
in SS: Yes

Physical
Appearance: Aries resembles a young man, almost in his
late 20's [outward appearance mostly]. His physical form is wracked with
scars, the majority of which reside on his arms and backside. He is a
passionate fighter and always falls upon his base principles and
beliefs, even praying to his own god whenever stepping forth onto the
battlefield [or facing off against a worthy opponent]. His favorite is a
dark, crimson color which can often be seen throughout his uniforms and
his special cloak [given to him by his mother], a most sacred and
precious item he would die without. He wears his hair down mostly, a
dark obsidian color and his eyes are a pale and hauntingly clear white,
his blade remains sheathed in a scabbard of hard leather and half-silver
lacquer [another thing precious to him provided to him by his late
father]. His body is sleak and slender and basically toned more so in
his upper body, not as much in his lower body; this is do to his
extensive and rigorous daily training regimen he has endured for
countless years back where he used to live.


Personality: He likes war so his
battle instincts are near impeccable. He has a razor sharp mind when it
comes to being a tactician, he is called "cold and calculating" for a
reason, in it that his methodology for fighting is second to none. He
prides himself in this regardless for he has seen great action and
combat throughout the course of his very unearthly existence. However
this does mean that he is un-sociable, he is actually very clever and
witty when around others and prefers working with others; especially
when he has ascertained certain battles are worth fighting alongside his
comrades [mainly his captain and his fellow division members] - but
this is, of course after a considerable amount of time has passed since
his days in academy. He likes fighting in all sense of the word so this
causes his temperament and disposition to change kind of drastically, he
always fights with an edge because he loves the thrill of it all and
that expounds his senses and battle instincts exponentially. This is who
he prides himself to be: an architect of your demise! He is the type to
sacrifice himself for anyone he cares about, this can be seen during
any kind of intense struggle of situation - he also doesn't mind
bleeding and feeling pain [not unlike Kenpachi] - [his idol].

Additional Details: Mostly
described in the above statements about physical description and/or
personality. Besides the hand-woven crimson cloak and specialized
colored inlay patterns on my uniform, as well as my custom scabbard -
there are no other specialty items on his person. He has no other
special abilities or transformations [though he has often spoken of his
fondness for lycans and their ways and culture], a dream he constantly
keeps in the back of his mind for when the time comes: "Until then, I
shall always gaze up at the moon..." //

History:

Human Life: N/A

Life in Soul Society: When he was
young and as far back as he could remember he and his original parents
grew up in a slum not far from most hollow sightings and unlawful
activity. It was a rather ordinarily scenic place just south of the main
areas of Rukongai [District 256]; it had its reputation for massive,
unusual slayings [mostly around nightfall] which the government of SS
has mainly overlooked due mostly in part to the lack of support they
prefer to send out in such a rural barrio. Because of this setting his
parents lived in constant fear of dying, they did there best to protect
their cherished son [which was the only child they wished to have], but
because of such a terrible existence - his parents inevitably met their
fate at the hands of a semi-powerful hollow [with the capacity to
possibly become an arrancar].

They were taken from him on a cold,
yet calm night which resembled pretty much how every night started and
ended in their district. In the middle of preparing food for dinner the
mother quickly overhearing the sounds of hollows gathering outside,
quickly grabbed their only son and tried desperately to escape out the
back passageway. Having abandoned their only home it did not take but
long for them to meet their end, their bodies devoured and their souls
lost while the mother - using the last remaining strength she had to
secure her precious child's life...was ripped to pieces, both of
them...before their child's eyes. The hollow encircled the young boy and
looked deep into its frightened eyes, scared and intense much like the
beating heart within his chest - they could take no action - for the
child had always showed potential in the face of adversity.

The
child slayed the hollows...and was forever forsaken and left to wander
the vastness of SS. The boy had never forgotten his parents and the
moment they were taken from him, this had only fueled his inner hatred
for all hollows and prompted him to start believing in himself and the
inner strength of which he had shown that fateful day. The boy needed
some kind of outlet to release all his rage and anxiety, so he thusly
turned to utilizing his unique powers and abilities towards becoming a
shinigami of the court guards - he has trained as vigorously as any man,
and seen more then his fair share of death and loss since then. This
has made up his mind all the more for now he knew the kind of destiny
that awaited him, and he knew of such a division that was best suited to
his tastes.

"I must join the 11th" he said as continued on...

Life in the Shinigami Academy:
As
far back as he could remember he always knew he was born with such
unusual talents, he knew that if he worked hard enough and made such a
resounding statement - they would allow him access into the academy for
other gifted souls. This made him ecstatic with joy when he started his
training and his classes; he would show no mercy when sparring and would
peak above all courses and pass with high honors and marks in
everything he set out to accomplish. He didn't make any friends at first
but he did know people in particular, but throughout the course of his
studies [until he was accepted that is] he wanted to remain independent
and a good student. In time everything happened just as he predicted it
would, he scored high marks in kidou as well as Zanjutsu [the main
aspects of a fighter he preferred and took great care to train and
master]. The more he trained and did well in, the more and more he
wanted to prove to everyone just how serious and ferocious his fighting
prowess and intellect were; so much so that people started to fear him
and the look in his vacant eyes. Because of who he was and the way he
was going about his business, he quickly attracted attention from those
higher-up and then well..you know the rest. It was mainly due to his
connections as well as the few friends he preferred to be around that he
was able to get his foot in the door, and now he is happy.

The
End

Current Life: Upon
graduation, he started off in the 1st Division since his friends [after a
long time had considerably passed] soon became the new captain and
vice-captain of the division, he and they thought it appropriate to be a
good starting point for his new life. He had done his best to promote
healthy work ethic throughout the division, taking up residency and as
long as he was with his new family [this all being acquired after
several years in the academy]- ever since he was adopted into his new
family his demeanor has slightly changed but provided him with a new
found sense of hope and more so, a lust for war and battle. His new
adopted family has taught him much and has always had the utmost
confidence and respect in his diligence and passion for what he does [as
well as vice versa], because of this newfound approach he had taken the
eye of a beautiful woman captain in the very division he had his heart
and mind and soul into to, with a little bit of convincing and coercion I
was finally able to take up my mantle and this division's new
fukutaichou.

Needless to say this division and its members are
something I am willing to fight and die for, with every ounce of my
being.