Character Bio: Evander --

Name: Evander (Has never released a last name)
Age: 21
Height: 6'1
Weight: 165 kg.
Gender: Male.

Personality: Evander has a knack of coming off as very sarcy, although he does not communicate often around those that he is not acquainted with. He spends most his time wandering about in solitude and mostly keeps himself to himself. There are a few however, that he is indeed well acquainted with and can sometimes be seen making jokes with these acquaintances. He can seem quite sadistic at times, finding the tormenting and tortures of over people quite appealing and amusing to himself yet this does not apply to those few he is close to as he is protective of them sometimes to extreme levels.

Appearance:
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown, cut short with two sort of plaits that reach out to his lower back region. Upon the ends of these plaits are three large beads.
Build: Tall, slightly defined build.


Sealed Zanpakutō : His sealed zanpakuto takes form as a Japanese styled blade. The tsuba is engraved with dragons that circle the blade, tails wrapped around them. The blade itself has engraved insignias across its surface and the yaki-ba is ribbed. The Fuchi's dragon design curls outward and around the lower section of the handle, tails intwining around it's surface.

History/Background:
Evander grew up in a quiet, serene neighbourhood. Living with his mother and father, an only child but this had never bothered him. As a child he would attend family outings with his parents, who enjoyed exploring History, he had once felt this to be quite dull yet once he had got into it he began to take delight in it’s foundations and adored the time with his parents – Caera and Garin.
His father, Garin, a doctor, spent a lot of time at his moving workplaces and therefore would try to spend as much of his own time with his child and wife as he could. Evander adored this man, his very demeanour being an icon for him, he aspired to one day be like his father and help those in need.
His mother, he adored even more so, a traditional wife she would prepare the most delicious foods with rich infusions of tastes that Evander had never been able to find replicated in other places. His family life then, a picture he would wish he could freeze in time when looking back at it.
The life he had known indeed began to change drastically. Everything changes as we all know, nothing can remain the same for ever, peace of mind and body is not forever, yet if he had known then what he now knows he may have been able to stop what was to occur to him those many years ago.
Tensions had begun to arise in his mid-teens, between his once peaceful and loving parents. These tensions began as simple spouts that dispersed almost as immediately as they had occurred. These tensions however did not disappear, Evander was not a fool, he had grown up with good schooling and could see the very embodiment of destruction brewing beneath the surface of his parent’s eyes. He tried to, however, wave these insecurities off as mere figments of his imagination. Refusing to allow himself to believe his peaceful, love filled life was shifting beneath his very form.
Despite his best efforts to repress these emotions, despite his determination to deny the shift in his home-life atmosphere the spouts mutated. First, they took flight beneath the cloak of darkness, when his parents thought he was deep in sleep, the fights would erupt like fireworks in his parent’s room. At first they would begin as swift and harsh whispers and as Evander would creep from his room to strain his sight through a gap in his parent’s door, the very destruction of his being began to be set in stone. The harsh words escaping the lips of those peaceful beings, his two most adored icons, the rigid postures, pointing, arching, screaming at each other.
Confusion followed by complete and utter agony, anger. The day that followed the last of these spurs, the worst the night had seen, showed to be as much more confusing than his ears had ever known. Suitcases, a taxi and his father exiting with no good byes. The silent sobbing of his mother in the kitchen and the confused and desperate Evander dashing out the door to find his father. He was not met by his father however, the taxi had taken him far away from the life he had known. 16 and The last time Evander saw his father.
Following these events the mother he had once adored began to fafe completely, no longer was the kitchen filled with those rich aromas. His mother attempted to smile at him, to reassure him, but beneath that he could see that her very being was being torn apart. They left his child hood house to become a permanent fixture in his past, moving instead to a more noisy neighbourhood. To a derelict home that Evander was afraid to even get comfortable in, yet, this being all his mother could now afford for him, he attempted to at least seem happy.
He began to see less of his mother, her working every hour of the day to provide enough food and rent for them to carry on living. Evander began to withdraw, detaching himself from those around him, refusing to open up once more.
The news of his mother being the victim of a knife attack was enough to push his already tattered self over the edge. She had been attacked by a drunken customer at a bar she now worked at, her 3rd job. She had survived the vicious attack that had occurred outside the bar on her way back home to her child, yet the trauma the attack had caused to her body and mind had left her in a comatose state that she would be very unlikely to come out of. The police had found no weapon and no evidence to link her to any customer in the bar, and the doctors had suggested that he put her to rest.
Disbelief, desperation, rage, and hatred, all emotions that tainted the 18yr old, he would find the man responsible for destroying the last shred of goodness in his life. Find him he did, dragging him from the bar in which he was always occupying. Evander would not allow the man to be let off as lightly as the police had allowed. He would gain peace for his mother, with every punch, a little of the rage he had built up inside him seemed to be eased and so he continued to beat this vile man. One final punch would finish it all, he bought his arm up, balling his hand into a tight fist he swung it back to gain momentum and bought it forth.

His fist would not go forwards into the bloody face of that vile man..That vile drunken man with eyes wide with utter fear. He could not finish the man, he could not, this would not be what his mother wanted and so he ran, only to be met a few yards away by the acquaintances of the fallen man. Sleazy, greasy men that sneered at his shaking being. The scenes that followed are too brutal to even begin to describe. One by one they laid the foot in, over and over again. Beaten, bruised, bleeding, he was left on the deserted sidewalk, alone. This is how he left Earth realm.

Awakening to a new place, Rukongai. He soon became aware of the Shinigami Academy and that it was taking on new trainees. Still filled with that same determination and drive he decided to sign up. He would rise up the rankings and finally give his mother peace.


Each character gets 20 skill points to start of with assign them to either:

Spirit power: 5

Speed: 5

Inteligence: 5

Kidou Mastery: 2

Fighting skill:3

Rp sample: Uh….Above? XD –Lazy-

Approved. Lol..