Bloody Jack

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  Name: John Ashe  AKA Bloody Jack

  Age: Actual Age: About a thousand years old. Looks to be mid to late twenties.

  Gender: Male

  Race: White

  Birthplace: At his family's castle near Doncaster

  Occupation: Shinigami, traveling vagabond, Shack Enthusiast.

  Height: 5'11"

  Weight: 180

  Appearance: Lean and well built, bronzed skin from many hours outside, shoulder length white hair pulled into a pony tail with amber brown eyes.

  Personality: A loner at heart, Jack is usually one of few words. He tends to speak his mind openly with a leaning towards sarcasm. Those whom he considers friends he'll open up more, but people tend to see him as a cold man. He also has a near OCD about his kit, routinely keeping his blade sharpened, making sure his camp or room is in a certain way, and cleaning his armor regularly.

  Special Characteristics: As both a former Crusader and an European Shinigami, Jack is both well trained in the sword and his Zanpakuto is of European design. Also wears armor made from compressed Reishi.

  Stats:

  Attack: 40

  Speed: 30

  Defense: 30

  Sealed Zanpakto: A bastard sword with a black blade and hilt with a red cloth wrapping the handle. Inscribed in Latin with silver lettering is "Omnia et in pulverem reverteris" or "All that is shall return to dust."

  History: Born in 1080 to the Noble House of Ashe at their holdings near Doncaster, John's upbringing was not entirely a pleasant one. His father, Joaquin Ashe was a former solder who had earned his knighthood and land, and was determined not to raise a weak son. From his earliest days he was trained in tactics, swordsmanship, and horse riding. His only solace in those days was his mother, Evelyn, who would take him for weeks at a time away from his father to pursue other things. It was in these fleeting moments with his mother that he discovered a love of painting and drawing. He practiced art at every moment he could, hiding such from his father who would surely disapprove.

    As he was coming of age, Pope Urban II had given his speech, and all the Nobles were scrambling to muster forces for the coming crusade. His father, now elderly and not fit to fight, commanded his son to fight in the crusade in his stead. John tried his best to talk his father out of it, with his mother's support, but his father would have none of it. Without a choice, John was sent to war.

    The war was brutal, to say the least. He fought hard and well in the crusade, and after three years of hell, he was able to return home. However, he didn't survive the trip back. During the voyage, he contracted Tuberculosis and died before ever seeing the shores of England again. Upon awaking in the spirit world, he was in a deserted, bleak landscape far removed from anyone. He's traveled the spirit world for near a thousand years, only occasionally entering the soul society to to trade for things. Recently though, some shinigami discovered that the sword he bears is not just a normal sword, but a Zanpakuto in a non-traditional style, and are set on enlisting him into the Gotei 13.

  Role Playing Sample: It was about midnight when he walked in. This bar had... seen better days. The air was befouled with smoke at least a decade old, The picture frames on the wall stained with nicotine and faded with age. He sat down on a stool that had supported more than it's fair share of people over there years, wincing as it creaked. The bartender, an old bald man with a full beard, set down the glass he had been cleaning for the better part of an hour and asked "What'll it be?"
   
     "Whisky, no ice" Jack croaked. The gigai he was in was an old model, practically coughed up dust when he spoke. He relaxed into that old wood stool and pulled out a couple of bills. A few minutes later, the bartender slid a glass of brown liquid toward him. "New here?" The bartender asked. Jack considered it a moment before saying, "Nah, old soul just returning. Have some work in the area." Before the bartender could reply, the wall behind Jack suddenly shattered to splinters, pelting the entire bar with shards of wood.

   Jack sighed, pulling out a small Pez dispenser. "Guess it's time to get to it."
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