Michael Hallet (FINISHED)

Superhuman
Shinigami

Name: Michael Hallett

Age: 24? probably

Height:5 ft 10 inches

Weight: 9.5 stone

Looks:
The subject is tall, usually unshaven however he was kind enough to trim it all off for the photograph provided which shows the scar located on the left side of his cheek, when questioned about it he refused to comment. He is almost always in some form of ex-millitary regalia, we're unsure whether it is for style purposes or some other deep rooted psychological issue, or even due to previous service, he violently resisted any attempt to further query. he stands 5'10 tall but unfortunately wouldn't consent to being weighed, cited something about religious practice, I suspect this may be a ruse however a supervisor stopped me from pressing him further. He seems to work out regularly as he appears well built, however we haven't been able to confirm this as he has never been sighted excercising once.

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Gender: Male

Personality: laid back and relaxed, however he isn't afraid to unleash the fury when shit starts flying, he treats new people as friends he hasn't met yet but when crossed won't trust quite as easily. Many have told him he is eccentric, more have used less 'friendly' terms.

Race: English

Sealed Zanpakutō :

Spoiler:

Stats: (you begin with 60 points to distribute around)

Spirit Power: 15

Speed: 15

Fighting skill: 15

Intelligence: 15



History: Being the laid back sort Michael cruised through college and joined the army, thinking it'd let him play with guns and relax not actually expecting to be sent anywhere, however top brass had other plans and he was shipped off immidiately to the latest killzone, four weeks later they were scraping bits of him off of the jeep. Mike woke up blissfully unaware in the soul society

Role Playing Sample:
The wind blasted along the cold empty street, Michael looked around nervously "H...Hello?" he eventually managed, this definately wasn't where he was, he remembered a nice warm cupper and a comfortable jeep to sit in, then a sudden bright light filling everything he could ever know so bright it hurt to open his eyes, and even with them closed it felt like he might go blind... and then darkness, darkness so desolate and lonely he almost missed the light, and then he was here, standing in this quiet street with nothing around but his thoughts.

After gathering his thoughts his hand retreated quickly to his back pocket, phew it was still there, he placed it in his mouth and lit it, taking a deep drag and then relaxing "so this is where I am now? well it's sure as shit nicer than where I was, I wonder if anybody wants to be my friend" and with that he started walking slowly down the street with it sitting delicately in his mouth