James Greymark (I AM BACK!)

Name: James Greymark
Age: 365 (Visually he looks 20)
Height: 5’11
Weight: 175 lbs
Gender: Male

Personality: James is a loner often keeping his distance from anyone. He prefers to watch people, often making comments about people without even acknowledging that other people are around. Though most consider him a snob, he actually tends to care for those he responds to. When faced with a problem he can be very creative in the way he goes about solving it. He lives his life by the mantra of “Show no fear and have fun with life.” When angered though he becomes absolutely ruthless showing no mercy in battle.

Appearance: James is always training; due to this he is very athletic. His brown hair is often clean but unkempt often falling into his face, though James doesn’t care for it hides his unnatural eyes from people. If someone was to ask a friend “What is James’ most striking feature?” they would probably say is bright red eyes. He wears normal robes for an academy student though he keeps his zanpakutos strapped to both forearms so that he can easily draw the cross-ways out of his sleeves.


Sealed Zanpakutō: James’ zanpakuto is unique in the fact that is takes the forms of twin trench knives. Each knife is exactly 12 ½ inches long measuring 4 ½ from bottom of the hilt to the guard with an 8 inch blade. The knives have a flat finger guard that completely protects the hilt. James uses this to his advantage James hates to kill, and will often just knock his opponent unconscious using the figure guard as brass knuckles.

History/Background: Back when he was alive, James was happy for a time but, when he turned 16, he was forced to grow up. It was 1939 and World War II had sparked a panic all throughout the world. Deciding that he would do the right thing he signed up and joined the army.
He didn’t spend long in boot camp and quickly worked his ways through the ranks of the military, by the time he was 18 he was already a sergeant in the army. Having proved himself time and again his squad would gladly follow him to their very death; James would end up making the ultimate sacrifice so that they didn’t.

That Christmas he was enjoying the holidays with his squadron when they were ambushed. James held off the bulk of the ambush himself by jamming there machine guns so they would stop firing till they were out of ammo. His entire squad made it out with only a few injuries, James however didn’t make it. Trying to escape he was injured by a stray bullet that caught him in the leg; before he could hide he felt a cold sharp pain at his throat.

Before his vision went dark he remembers seeing his second in command standing over him. He had an evil sneer across his face as the last words he ever heard as a living human were “You won’t have to worry about the others sergeant, they will join you soon.”

He awoke sometime later (Roughly 347 years after his death in the real world; it took him some time to cross over though he remembers nothing of the time he spent dead roaming the earth.)In one of the rougher districts of the Soul Society, he had no idea where he was but, that was quickly solved as a young girl’s screams snapped him back to reality. Running as fast as he could he shortly came upon a horrid scene. Two men were standing over the girl with sneers he recognized from his days in the army. These men were hungry, and not for food either.

“Back off...the girl is mine.” He yelled punching one of the men in the face. The other looked up for the first time to see who was unlucky enough to stumble across them.

“What are you doing here? This is ours.” He said holding the girl up by the hair. “If I were you I would leave and forget what I saw here.” He tossed the girl into a tree knocking her unconscious.

The other man stumbled to his feet; already a bruise was beginning to form where James’ fist had made contact. “I say we kill him brother; leave no witnesses.”

James didn’t know what to do he was out numbered two to one with no weapons. James’s arms felt heavy. “What the-“he looked down at his arms two knives were strapped to his forearms. (Not sure if this is how zanpakuto is formed, if this is wrong can someone tell me the correct way.) “Okay one problem solved…” he drew the knives with a flourish holding one in each hand. He looked at the men again their eyes were wide with horror, James smirked “I said leave…if you choose to fight you won’t walk away.” His red eyes were as bright as hellfire making an already intimidating figure even scarier.

“A zanpakuto…let’s leave my friend she’s not good enough for my taste anyway.” Turning they walked away, barely able to control themselves so as not to run, they vanished.

Sheathing the knives back on his forearms, he walked to the girl squatting next to her he looked her over. Though she didn’t have any serious injuries she would have quite a collection of bruises on her arms and legs.

James was still beside her when the woke up smiling James held out his hand “Are you—“

“Get away from me” she screamed, throwing a punch to ward off her new attacker.

James grabbed her wrist gently “—okay? I won’t hurt you, I promise.” Then remembering what he said “I just said that whole ‘she’s mine’ line, to scare off tweedledee and tweedledum back there.”

The girl’s eyes softened a bit, not much, but some “Thank you…um, what is your name again?” the girl looked James over “You have a zanpakuto, are you a shinigami?”

James had no idea what she was talking about “I’m James, what is a shinigami?”

“They keep the peace here, though some are snobs most of them are very respectable.” She looked down at the ground “If you hadn’t come along when you did, I would be dead; thank you very much James.”

“Does no one ever patrol around here, are they that shorthanded?” James was already forming a plan in his head he would become a shinigami and protect people who could not protect themselves. “How does one go about becoming a shinigami, um I don’t believe you mentioned your name?”

“Aleesha……”

Each character gets 60 skill points to assign to either:

Spirit power: (Basically, Endurance) 15

Speed: (Necessary for dodging and quick movements.) 20

Intelligence: (Your ability to think, plan, and strategize. As well as accumulate knowledge.) 10

Fighting skill: (Necessary to hit/ inflict damage.) 15

Rp sample: As James walked through the deserted halls of the Academy he closed his eyes for the briefest moment he felt everyone spiritual pressure mesh together into one. “I’ve only just enrolled here and already I’ve learned so much.” His eyes snapped open as he felt a spike in the pressure, “A captain!? I wonder what he is doing here.”

As he turned down another hallway he saw a shinigami wearing a white haori. James stumbled, the captains very presence was almost too much for him to bear or any new recruit. James started to get back up when someone offered him a hand “Here let me help you up.” A voice said with a cheerful ring. James looked at the man who helped him up it was the captain; his eyes went wide as he bowed low from the waist.

“Oh don’t do that, there is no need for that.” The captain took him by the shoulders and straightened him up. “You have great potential; most new recruits pass out in the presence of such a high spiritual pressure. I remember I was out for three days the first time I felt such a high pressure. You lad will be legendary one day, but only if you get to class.” The captain patted James on back as he said his goodbye.

James would always remember that day, and the words of encouragement given to him from a captain. He never saw the captain at the academy again but, he would never forget those kind words.