Trier Wolf

Name: Trier Wolf

Gender: Male

Age: 310 [appears 23]

Rank: Still in question-possible 9th division captain- possible 13th division vice captain

Residence: Soul Society

Appearance:

With a death's stare, his blue eye stares you down. He seems cold and yet at the same time angelic and innocent. His black long sleeve shirt looks awkward compared to the other more elaborate outfits. Wearing black dress pants and black dress shoes, he could almost slip into the shadows except for his brown faux fur scarf. His messy, unkempt, and uncombed light brown hair falls into his eyes. But in certain angles you see the clouded color eye, as if its dead. With hues of cream and gray.

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Very rarely will he actually opt for the more comfortable option. Usually for training or certain missions he will wear a zipped up tan brown vest, with a pair of black tight spandex pants with a pair of long flat tight leather boots. With blue scarf, not seen in picture.

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Personality: When the moth enters the web, the spider knows and sucks the life out of the moth. A rather secluded individual who spends his time alone rather then with people. He has a few close friends. Friendship is something earned in his mind, not given. He can have a rather tough personality appearing callous and cold and oblivious to others feelings. But the truth is he isn't oblivious, he just prefers logical argument over emotional engagement. He's highly intelligent as well as flexible, but we'll get to the flexibility later. He isn't much of a talker and many, even those who are his friends, note his rather lack of words. In battle and not in battle he carries a rather hard expression. Its cold and logical, analytical and thoughtful. He enjoys birds and one day wishes the freedom of the birds. Wind tends to calm him down when he does get mad, which is rare since he has a rather long fuse getting him upset isn't an easy task. A few things that upset him tend to be when the weak is hurt by the strong, he believes there is no honor in beating the weak. He can be a grand protector sometimes. Showing periods of a strong sense of justice. His moral code is a little complex for most people to understand, but respects three fundamentals of people honesty, their commitments, and of course respect. Only his closest of friends know a rather funny side of him, and that's his great intense love for french fries. He has only ever been afraid of one thing in his life and that is to be hurt by people. Despite his rather passive nature outside of battle, he has no qualms or fears of killing people. He goes into battle with no fear. And even though he has such high standards of honor, the code of values and life. He disregards himself a lot, feeling he isn't worth much.

History:

There are those who hold unto their memories and then there are those who shed them. Those who shed their skin and awaken anew once again are those who are more courageous. For they do not fear to loose themselves. They know in the end the snake who sheds his skin the best is the snake who will live the longest. I tried myself to keep my memories, but they were what held me back. A snake in a new situation who didn't shed his skin is just as dangerous as a brand newborn snake. Either way both are born into a new world they know next to nothing about.

Three hundred ten years is quite some time. To become stronger, to become better than what you were. I try to edit all the past memories, so I am not blocked. They call me the Black Widow, as master of the prisoner style. They say when I battle, I have no fear. But, what should I be afraid? I have already died in my life. All this is temporary before the soul moves on. Or does it never move on and continue moving?

Who I was, still beats inside my heart. I know I can never get rid of it. But I certainly can make new memories. One day I wish to be of the birds. Free, with the wind in my hair. I like the feeling of wind, it seems to release all the stress that I had.

I sound like a bumbling old man right now. Talking of three hundred years of life, making deep meaningless thoughts. Philosophy that shouldn't exist. Philosophy that exist, but just adds fluff to a bland and boring person. Trying to add more to myself than what truly exist.

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There was the smell of fire in the air. The smoke sinking in their lungs, heaving like drowning. The intense wave of heat and the snap as boards began to crumble. Children were being carried out and there was a kind of chaotic charge in the air. A stifling atmosphere of excitement for battle and anxiousness in the hopes that there would be not fatality this time. Trier found himself caught in the cross fire of the men whom pulled off the flames of the burning elementary. Their silhouettes shaded in the orange glow of the flames. As the light flickered, you saw Trier's trap of wires.

"This is the famous prison style," said a man placing a finger on one of the wires, "Impressive. And I suppose those knives of yours are suspended by the wires. Very clever."

"You're under direct violation," Trier said.

"Of what?" the man asked.

"There is no honor in this," Trier said.

"Honor? You're not really doing this for honor, me and you are of the same breed..." the man paused, "I can see it in your beautiful eyes."

"I shall crush you," Trier said.

"I love the fire in your eyes," the man said.

Trier moved his fingers the way a conductor would move his orchestra and several of the knives came down in a special formation. The knives appeared to strike the man. But Trier still was cautious, and realize his mistake as he stared at block cloth being pierced by knives. A kind of swift strength grabbed him and wrapped itself around his neck. Pinned on a splitting pillar.

"I like you," the man said, "But I cannot die, just yet. I'll make you more than you are now. I always wanted to meet someone like you. Its been to long."

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Zanpakuto

Background information of weapon itself: Trier's Zanpakuto is a collection of spirit forms of martial arts. His set piece and release form are based on the forms of martial arts he uses. Due to its nature it can be very deadly, as most only can see the quick flashes of the Knives from his pack. Seemingly to be controlled by magic powers. They cannot see the deadly strings entrapping them like a spider.

Zanpakuto Name: Hevunsumairu [Heaven's Smile]

Sealed Appearance: Kunai Knives and invisible sharp, fisherman wire that he suspends the Knives on the wire itself. The wire is a weapon used to imprison the enemy. The Wire, only look at the wire. Walter doesn't exist

Zanpakuto Spirit Description: A once beautiful queen in the Ancestoral lands of Japane. She was burried alive by her husband when accused of adultry. Her body shoved in a well and long since forgotten, her spirit turned her into knives. And her hair turned into string so for one day someone may unbind her from her curse. But what she got instead was the curse fate of living as a weapon and seeing the carnage done with her body and soul. All though beautiful now in sealed state. She is a woman with many faces. Her body becoming more and more decayed through each form. Until the bankai is only a woman with half a face.

Spoiler:

Shikai- Hasai keimusho or Crushing Prison

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Bankai- Kami no kēji or God's Cage

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