Name: Medrus Ysbaddaden
Age: Human: 38 Hollow: 51
Gender: Male
Height: 5'4"
Weight: 130 lbs
Appearance: Medrus appears as living shadow of a figure with no legs and arms, whose long thin body can move in odd positions and angles. It is through this form that he slithers across surfaces with the greatest of ease, seemingly requiring little effort. Lacking any seen appendages, he merely covers items to interact with them. A white mask with three holes for eye sockets, through which the dull red of his eyes can be seen, covers his face and where small teeth like shard jet out showing any real form of danger on his body.
Personality: A cynical, calm and detached being, Medrus looks at everything as if he is a mere observer. This ambivalence is offset by the fact that he seems to treat all those; hollows, humans and shinigami the same way, only affording those vastly more powerful than himself a disparaging respect. It is also only in the most dire of circumstances that unchecked emotions begin to break through.
History: While a human, Medrus had been a career paper pusher. Filing cabinets, photocopiers and office desks had been his world in the dull bowels of administration. It was an existence that suited him fine, for it allowed him to keep to his own thoughts and have little attachments to bother him. Yet this life which he thought was what he wished, was turned on its head by the collision of the number 188 to Russell Square. His death did not impress him, yet it was the time he spent chained to that area that got to Medrus slowly. Forced out of his routine, he was now forced to watch the world go by, and slowly saw the things that he himself had forgone with little thought. A cool anger grew in him as he watched, time after time trying to convince himself of how he had lived. Soon he let the darkness take him, his eyes looking contemptuously at it all till the very end, the answers to his question no longer a care.
Skills:
Spirit power: 7
Speed: 10
Intelligence: 10
Kidou mastery: 3
Fighting skill: 4.5
Overall: 33.5
Rp sample: The small black vortex contrasted brilliantly against the white sands of Hueco Mundo. The sight of it had drawn his eye, and he now stood stooped a few dunes away. His journey had so far provided little in the way of interaction or sights, and so he allowed himself this little stop, if only to sake the tiny bit of curiosity that niggled in his mind.
What appeared seemed to be a cross between a dog and a skeleton, and he turned his head a full forty five degrees just to try and get the best look at this arrival. From its size and stature, not to mention the way that it seemed fazed, showed it to be maybe newly borne. He now watched it further not having seen one so young for some time. Then his face turned to look away from the small hollow, to the nearest dune to it.
He looked back to the hollow and saw it look around confused, knowing something but not what. Then the dune burst, and a large insect like creature jumped forth and grabbed onto the new arrival. What followed was a well established cycle, and soon the small hollow was no more.
With the spectacle over, Medrus merely turned back to where he was previously heading and slithered away in that direction. The memories of what happened played in his mind for a few minutes, before they, like that new hollow melted away.
Subject: Character Bio: Medrus Ysbaddaden 
Wed Jun 17, 2009 9:28 am
