Character Bio: Katrex Astra

I'd like to rp him from the very begining if that is allright, so for now he doesn't even have a zanpakuto

Name: Kat-chan, Katrex Astra
Race: Hungry soul /Shinigami
Rank: None/Unseated Shinigami
Height: Five foot 10 inches
Weight: Athletic build, not at all "Built"
Appearance: In little more than rags, then Shinigami uniform.
Accessory: None yet

Personality: Logical in tactics, quite instinctual in combat, quite a sombre quiet attitude, forced on him by his previous life. Unsure of who he is yet.

Appearance:
Black eyes that go silver when he goes in to a fight seriously, Long black straght hair down to the bottom of his shoulder blades. He's of slightly below average height and build, and looks very light but firm on his feet.

Sealed Zanpakutō : Sealed his zanpakuto is shorter than average, uncurved and double edged.

History/Background:

In his previous life he was Prodigy weapons user though he died at 17 in a Yakuza drive by. From the age of four he was taken in to an extremely rough weapon school where you could be attacked by anyone at any time, come the age of seven he'd already developed his own style that made him able to fight against much stronger opponents, and at least get away.

By the age of nine he was in the top five in the academy, and people often tried to surprise attack him to get his place. Fighting was his life, he left the academy at 16 after he finally beat Sensie. He died not long after while teaching students swordfighting, trying to repay his fathers debt, the debt that sent him to the academy.

He wanders Seretei, slowly getting hungryer not knowing why, he only receives the odd flash back of his memory, though the skills and instincts drilled in to him remain true and strong.


I asume average is 4.

Spirit power: 4

Speed: 6.5

Inteligence: 4

Kidou Mastery: 0

Fighting skill: 10

Overall: 24.5

Rp sample:

Katrex collapsed to his knees, exhausted and famished from lack of food. The people here, when he told them he was hungry, said he was delusional because he hadn't drank enough water. They were wrong.
His his hand slid along the dusty ground as he slipped with lack of strength on to his front unable to get back up. His head on his side; he simply looked down the road at the setting sun. He raised his hand weekly trying to grab the distant ball of fire, he quickly lost the energy for even that. He saw a silhouette against the light, the carried a sword, he wondered if they would help him, unlike everyone one else. All he could do is wait.

Approved.