Shinigami Template
Name: Wilhelm Crocus
Age: Actual - 180 | Apparent - 21
Gender: Male
Race: Caucasion
Birthplace: Ireland
Occupation: Shinigami MC
Height: 6'8"
Weight: 260 lbs.
Appearance: Appearance - Wilhelm is a particularly well-dressed shinigami, keeping his snow-white hair slicked back and all of his clothes presented in a neat fashion. When he isn't trapped in his shinigami uniform, he likes to wear a custom-tailored suit fit to his dimensions along with a blue trench coat. Except it's actually stylish, unlike most people who wear trench coats. So he doesn't have to be stingy where he steps, he tightly places on heavy leather boots, allowing him to dominate the filth that corrupts the grounds. His features, as for his body, are quite broad. Wide-spread, thick and long fingers with relatively long arms and legs. This contributes to his imposing figure. His eyes are a bright azure, with a little twinkle in them. Asides from the aforementioned details, Wilhelm is a fair-skinned being with a muscular body and slender face. He clearly HAS to be condescending at that point.
Personality: Wilhelm is a fan of his quips and clever remarks, taking the chances he is given to make smart remarks. He can be condescending at times, while simply joking around at other times. Wilhelm is a bit of a short fuse and if someone who isn't in what he calls the "friendship safezone", he will attack them. This does not include situations dealing with higher ranking officers, however he will not back down from a challenge even if he knows he will lose, save for life-or-death situations where nothing good will come out of it. Wilhelm is a very protective friend, but in turn does not like or allow people to directly help him unless they are in his "best friendship safezone". He would never tell people he's actually established a childish yet intricate friendship diagram, and even keeps one on his person. Wilhelm, himself, while imposing has a lot of childish features. Such as his love and adoration for mass destruction and explosions despite consequences normally coming from that. Wilhelm himself is idealistic and a pursuer of dangling threads and opportunities.
Special Characteristics: Wilhelm is a well-trained swordsman, and thus focuses on those aspects. He is a very adaptive, physical fighter.
Stats: 100
Attack: 40
Speed: 40
Defense: 20
Sealed Zanpakto: An indigo sheath with a wave-like design spread across it. The blade itself has a blue tinge to it, with a golden cloud-patterned cross-guard. The hilt has a black cloth wrapped around a indigo-black gradient handle. The pommel is golden with various animals dancing around it.
History: Wilhelm was originally an Irish child born and raised into a small family gang, albeit a poor and not well-respected one. Unlike him, who is an idealist, his family were stuck in their old ways and very stubborn when it came to relations. It made them tough, but it also was what turned so many people against them. The Crocus family fought against the English oppression, granting them some sort of sustenance, but once they began receding away and turning their attention to the community around them, they cursed their youngest and final addition to the family. Growing up, Wilhelm had to deal with a lot of the rivaling families' kids beating on him. Even more abuse came from his own family. When Wilhelm grew to an older age, he realized that his family were the root of all their problems. The root of all his problems. During their attack on a supply wagon, Wilhelm had kept himself at home and burned down the house, taking a few things before running off.
Throughout his childhood, before eventually snapping, he had always been able to see the ghosts of those his family killed. What ultimately led to the burning of their family home was the presence of a spirit that once lead the Crocus family. In fact, Wilhelm's father had assassinated him to take power and change the direction the Crocus family would lead. The former family head said that the family used to be well-respected, but the tyrannical and monstrous persona they took on was his father's fault. Wilhelm knew their ideals were delusional and an unreal representation of old times. Approaching a larger gang that had plans for terminating the Crocus family, Wilhelm had begged for them to take him in. This was before he developed the ability to truly remain loyal to someone, but he still begged. They accepted, seeing Wilhelm as someone who was plagued by his family's foolishness.
Aside from oppressing and minimizing the Crocus family, this gang had taken care of Wilhelm and gave him resources he didn't have before. As he got older, the memory of those who originally raised him became faint. But something always reminded him, exclusively the spirits of those his bloodline had slain. Eventually those spirits would begin breaking and cracking and changing. Wilhelm tried warning the gang of the monsters that were coming, but it was already too late. The monsters of Crocus' past had claimed the gang's lives. Alone and surrounded by the monsters born from hatred, Crocus had no choice but to look in fear before those monsters took their time clawing his body apart. When it was already too late, a shining light banished these monsters, but Wilhelm wasn't conscious enough as a spirit to know what did it.
Awaking as a spirit in the Soul Society, Wilhelm looked down at his body, torn of his memories, and wondered how he came to be. The questions over existence were endless, but eventually would fade. Eventually, he'd just become one of the many spirits around him. As he established a medium-class position with his entrepreneurship, he'd receive an invitation from a shinigami visiting the Rukongai to join the academy. At first, Wilhelm denied it, but eventually he would retire his small business and would join the academy. Having a hard time making allies, he worked his hardest to hone and develop his physical ability seeing as he lacked the control to fully utilize Kido at the time. Becoming a fast and powerful powerhouse in the presence of those hardly considering themselves peers while he was ultimately hardly able to support the idea that they could be his equal, Wilhelm moved on to the next level.
Establishing himself in the 11th division from his representation of raw, natural power, Wilhelm's mind applied everything he had learned from his life as a living being to push for a higher position. To push for power and control, a drive he himself could not explain.
Role Playing Sample:
It was quiet. The Seireitei's inhabitants had all gone to sleep, aside from the patrol gliding along the corridors made by risen walls. Wilhelm had decided on a midnight stroll, taking care with his incognito status he'd need to upkeep. It wasn't too wise to disobey, but the man needed some relaxation after a hard day of training. That's all his time went to, and it was quite boring. Torturous, tearing, tragically trapping and yet treasured. It was important while he was still expendable enough to lack responsibilities on par with higher ranked Shinigami. He didn't want to waste his time on anything else when he didn't have to do something else. Despite his hard efforts, Wilhelm still couldn't sleep. It was the unending hunger for more that kept him up at night. A few of the night guards understood and kept their heads turned when he was near. Making way for his usual spot, he'd stumble upon a fellow shinigami.
It was actually someone from Ireland who was alive during the time Wilhelm was, but the two had no form of knowledge of each other. Madison O'Harris, a women who often spoke with spunk and a rebellious attitude. Wilhelm enjoyed her company, especially when she told of her past life. Something he didn't remember, so he didn't understand why her stories interested him so much. As they relaxed in an open spot, they begun to hear noises from afar. Hiding, guards had run by in a seemingly worried hurry. Piquing the shinigami's interest, Wilhelm silently followed. Madison tried whispering for him to stop, but he was too fast. Eventually, he came upon a group of guards trying to fend off a lunatic rogue-shinigami. Their attempts to subdue him had failed, so naturally Wilhelm decided to play the hero.
Breaching the circle the guards made, Wilhelm had thrust his foot into the rogue's chest hard enough to send him into a tumble. The rogue would proceed to slam into the wall and Wilhelm would unsheath his blade. He was in his more comfortable clothes, but the guards recognized him being an Eleventh Division member. Unseated, but still he had a deadly kick. "If you value the help I just gave you, you're gonna look away-" Suddenly, one of the seated Sixth Division officers had interrupted Wilhelm, subduing him. "Well, Mr. Hero not being so heroic with that blackmail. I'll let you slide this time seeing as you'd rather help then hide...but next time your ass is mine." Wilhelm sighed, listening to the seated officer. Who, on his way back, had taunted him. He just wanted Wilhelm to strike back.
"Well now that you let unseated scum like that single-handedly take down a rogue while a group of ten couldn't, I guess there goes tonight's post-shift sake!" Wilhelm turned to the seated officer, brandishing his blade. "Unseated scum? And what makes you special? A nice little name to get sewn into your dress? Oh dear, I didn't know unearned titles meant you were better than someone else. Especially seeing as...well...as I said, it was unearned." Miffed, the seated officer attacked Wilhelm. Clearly, the man wasn't well-versed in melee combat because the parry Wilhelm delivered was child's play, knocking the officer onto the ground. Lifting the officer, he tossed him into a wall and damaged it severely, prompting him to put the tip of his blade at the officer's throat. "So technically, these fine men are scum too? Oh, dear, I wonder if I can do something on my own, like take you down, if you can do the same not get humiliated. Oh wait, too late." He sheathed his blade, tipped his head at the group of guards and returned to his quarters.
Madison, out of fear, already returned to her quarters. Wilhelm was amused by the outing, but disappointed by her missing out on him humiliating a low-seated officer.
Subject: Wilhelm Crocus - Shinigami 
Fri Jan 15, 2016 2:47 pm
