William “Will” Carstairs

Soul Reaper Template

Name: William “Will” Carstairs

Age: 372  Appears to be in his mid twenties.

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian (White)

Birthplace:

Occupation: Rogue

Height: 6 foot 2 inches tall

Weight: 152 lbs

Appearance: Will was a rather tall man when he was alive with arms that were thick enough to handle the manual labor that was required of him as a farmhand. Though none would call him skinny; he was never considered to be fat either most that worked with him often thought of him as a thick man with muscle corded over his arms and chest.  His skin was dark and tanned from working for hours in the sun.  Dark thick hair covered his head and often  times was long enough that it would hang down into his eyes if he didn't tie it back.

However, since his time spent in the pits of hell much of his appearance has changed, the massive muscle that thickened his arms, chest and legs has worn down giving Will a more wiry appearance.  His skin has lost most of his color leaving him a sickly pale color and his hair is now much longer and shaggier enough to hide half of his face in.  Scars on his wrists and ankles show where the chains of hell once held him tightly in their grasp.  

On his back are the scars from the numerous cuts and burns he from his time spent locked in hell and on his abdomen is another scar that is roughly 14 inches long that appears to have been left from where he was stabbed and ripped open then had the wound forcefully cauterized so as to keep him alive.Over his right eye and crossing the left side of his face Will has a brand that looks like someone heated the rings of his chain and pressed it to his face.  

Personality: William used to be a kind warmhearted soul when he was alive, he was full of laughter and trust in his fellow man.   When he wasn't working hard out in the fields he was out in the back of his own property trying to finish building a home for himself and his newly wed wife.  In those early days his lips rarely curved downward.   However, after the untimely death of his bride to be everything went dark, the once center of his universe had been ripped away and slowly Will started to die from within without her there.

William turned to spirits to distract him from her absence in his life, and even quit his steady job of working in the field for his neighbor.  His temper became so violent that he would have fits of rage over the smallest of things; it got to where he would become physically violent at someone even crossing his path.  He became paranoid in crowds of people he used to consider the dearest of friends and family, often times taking paths through heavily wooded areas just to avoid meeting people.  

On the night that he died he was met in the afterlife with the skeletal doors of Hell, and when they opened Will held his arms open wide with a grin as the massvide blade dragged him into the abyss.   During his time spent in hell his anger has become his saving grace time and time again often giving him the drive to keep fighting and working towards his one salvation to escape from his eternal prison. What was left of his pity and mercy was burned away with each day and each new torture the other inhabitants put him through.  After three centuries Will has nothing but hatred left for all living things.

Special Characteristics: Having to fight everyday of his life in hell William has become a very capable brawler being able to stand toe to toe with almost anyone.  Due to his extended torture he tends to keep moving even when he he has bones broken because of a higher than normal almost inhuman pain tolerance.

Stats: (You begin with 60 stat points to distribute around each of the four different attributes.)

Spirit Power: 20

Speed: 20

Technique: 10

Fighting Skill: 30

Sealed Zanpakto: No zan of any sort till rank 1

History:

In Life
William was born to a life of hardships, being born to a poor family that didn't even own the roof that was over their heads.   His mother and father were both sharecroppers in the fields of a wealthy land owner and what money they did manage to save went towards buying some of the property that their small home set up on.   When William was twelve they pulled him out of school to help work in the fields with them and Will worked with a smile on his face every day till the sun went down.  To him it was his purpose to help his parents and nothing more.   On the day of his fourteenth birthday his parents were so happy, they had finally saved enough to buy the land from the wealthy landowner who they were working for.  Though they no longer had to save their money to buy a home they all continued to work diligently for their neighbor.  

It was while working one day that Will saw the young woman he would one day marry, a beautiful brown haired woman with stunning grayish-green eyes.  She was a relative of the old landowner for whom his family worked for; as such she never even cast a glance at the workers out in the field.  Though despite all of this William knew that one day he would call that woman his love.  In the evenings after he had finished all of the work in the fields that he had to do in the fields William had taken to wandering around in the heavily wooded area that bordered the back of his family's property.  One evening while out on a walk he came upon a clearing on a ridge that overlooked all the property that his parents and the landowner.

Over the next few months he slowly built a relationship with the beautiful young woman, though he learned her name to him she would always be “His Angel.”  He took her on picnics in the Spring time afternoon sun, in the winter he would walk her to her uncles house when he saw her walking the path.  In the evenings he would work upon the ridge slowly building a small house knowing that neither her family nor his would approve of his intentions to marry her unless he had a home of his own to raise a family in.  

When the night came that his own house was finally finished William grinned and looked out over what would be the view of his world from now on.  What he saw though brought terror to his face and shook him down to his very soul.  Orange danced across the sky in the distance like a demon dancing across a stage of stars, smoke filled the air as the wind switched direction and filled Will's nose with the scent of burning pitch.  Taking off, William ran as fast as his legs would carry him towards the scene of the fire; thinking that if the fire caught the fields the harvest would be lost for the season.  

When he came upon the clearing where the flames danced, he found a crowd a shouting angry men circled around it all yelling to burn the witch where she stood as a few men held a hooded woman by her arms.  The pastor of the local church stood at the head of this group of men calling out  that the word of God demanded this woman be burned for the practice of satanism and witchcraft.   All of these events played out in front of his eyes as if he were nothing more than an observer behind a glass wall; he had heard of such things happening before but never had he seen it with his own eyes.   As the two men holding the woman's arms threw her into the flames behind her the crowd cheered at her screams of terror and pain.  

From the first moment he heard the screams his world had shattered, he knew the woman...it was his angel...his love...they were burning her to death all because of the accusation of witchcraft.  William started to fight his way to the front forcing his huge frame through the crowd and up to the very flames.  When he tried to pull her from the fire men pulled him away telling him that he was under a spell that he had been cursed to save the demon spawn.  William didn't listen as he attempted to throw the men into the flames, but in his struggle to get free he didn't see a third man walk in front of him with his rifle, raising the butt of the gun he struck him in the temple.

Black...black was all he could feel for the rest of his days...without his angel in his life William fell down into a dark pit.  His anger replaced everything else; how could his friends and neighbors kill a woman simply because some accused her of something that no one could prove was true or not.  In the weeks following her death though everything went south for her family, her uncle was driven out of the  community and excommunicated from the church.  He lost his land and his wealth when everyone refused to buy any of his crop claiming that it was only so because of his nieces satanic practices.  When the owner sold his land and Will and his family lost their only source of livily hood William lost all control he had.  

Everything he blamed on the men who stood around and watched such a beautiful woman burn; slowly William started to plot his revenge.  His first target was the priest of called for her execution...he would be the first to die, William waited for him one evening in the church...when the priest came he was met with an arm around his throat chocking him till he passed out.   When the priest came too his arms and legs were bound tightly and he was staring at a small fire that had been built in the center of his church.  Two red hot irons were cooking in the flame.  

William looked down at him with a manic grin and took one of the irons from the fire as he explained what was going to happen to the terrified man.  The night was filled with the priests screams of pain as William took his time torturing the man for his crimes and finally when the sun peaked over the horizon he hung him high from the rafters on the church and left the mutilated body there for the rest of the people to find the next Sunday.  It was the same way for the rest of the people who had stood by and done nothing, each were found with their tongues cut out of their mouths, their eyes burnt out of their heads and an iron rod shoved down their throat.

Twenty-three men in total died before one night William got careless and let the scream of one man be heard.  It took five men to hold down the grief and anger ridden man.  When they realized that William was the source of all the gruesome death around the area they all assumed him to be a demon that had taken human form and dragged him up to his home on the ridge.  The people had tore the boards from his home to build a cross and staked him to it.  William yelled curses down upon them all as the pain and blood loss sent him down deeper into insanity.  Slowly he died yelling how that he would wait for them all in the pits of hell; when his body stopped struggling they raised him high and set his home ablaze.

In Death

When William next awoke on the burned remains of what had been his house and body he was met by two dark doors rising from the burned ground.  Two skeletal sentinels pulled seem to hold it close as it slowly forced itself open.   Will only smiled as he held his arms wide, Hell had rose to meet him after his death and he had a promise to keep...he would wait in hell for those whom he hadn't yet exacted his revenge upon.   When the massive creature reached through the door William walked towards it his head held high. For the next three centuries William spent every day of his afterlife running and fighting just to stay alive from the demons that chased him.  The tortures he had to endured were numerous and each one marked him if not physically then mentally.

Worse above all else were the fact that they were forced to wear the chains that marked them as prisoners of hell.  The burning hot chains were clasped upon each and every soul as soon as they stepped through the gate; each feeling as if they had been freshly forged.   Though that is where the the similarity from earthly chains ended, for these never cooled as they branded the flesh under them eternally.  

After one especially brutal beating William found himself wanting for the first time in a long time to lay down and give up...to let his soul burn away out of existence.  His revenge was complete those that had wronged him were long dead and yet he still fought out of anger.  No sooner had this thought crossed his mind than he felt something he had long forgotten about...there was nothing...no pain from any of his wounds and his chains no longer burned his skin.   Getting to his feet he stared down at his wrists in amazement.  

Hearing the howls of some of the other souls in hell William looked up just in time to see a meaty fist flying towards his head.  Out of instinct he raised his wrist to use the shackle as a shield when the fist hit it the chain and shackle turned brittle and turned to dust.  Shocked he back peddled and grabbed his one remaining chain on his left wrist and  swung it towards the man that had attacked him.  The chain shattered just like the first. Now William was left unarmed and defenseless in the pit of hell, but one thing was certain in his mind.  He had a way out...he was no longer meant to be in hell.

It took William fifty more years to fight his way back to the gate, each day grew more and more difficult as the guardians of hell were constantly on the lookout for anyone trying to get back to the gates of hell.   For four day William waited for the gates to open to pull in another damned soul and when they finally opened he took his chance and ran for all his life was worth.  His legs seem to move faster of their own accord like something divine was pulling up from the depths of the pit.  When he reached the gate and saw the blue sky it felt like he passed through a barrier of thick air like the air had turned to Molasses.   Crashing through he collapsed on his hands and knees upon a side walk a man dressed in black standing above him.