Name: Kush Yakama
Age: 890
Visual age: Kush looks about 18
Ex-Division: 11
Appearance: Kush is pretty tall, at around 6'2. His skin is a dark caramel color and his hair is black. His eye's are dark brown. Kush wears a long black shirt, and dark blue pants. His shoes are black. He wears a hat, the hats brim goes all the way around to cover all his head. Its dark blue and black.
Personality: Kush doesnt like to many people. He is very laid back, and doesnt do to much of anything. He doesnt have good insight about anything, even though his iq is pretty high. Kush is very sarcastic, and very tactical, even though he doesnt show it at all. He is a serious, down to earth type of guy.
Background/History: Kushs life as a human was pretty dull. He grew up in a rough part of town, and he had to fight his way through alot of trouble. His parents were divorced so he didnt really see his father to much. Other than that, he was pretty much by himself the whole time. He never really learned his abilities as a shinigami until they came to him one day. He was sitting in his room one day, and somehow got on the topic of energy and how it would be possible to let it out. He put his hand out, and a huge ball of energy spurt out. He was amazed, then he doesnt remember to much after that. He woke up at the other world.
His life as a Shinigami were simple. His incredible Reiatsu put him to the top easily. The elders put him at Captain of Squad 2. He was lazy and didnt really do anything. He was extremely lazy for the most part, just doing paper work and watching over his section in the Society. He didnt really care who was under him, he just did his job right the first time. He was known for getting the job done slopply, but it was better then most could do. So, he didnt half to take things to seriously. He went on the occasionaly missions for killing hollows.
RP sample: Kush was standing in the middle of a sun lite field, the grass played as wind swayed it from side to side. he looked up at the pastel like sky, clouds were scattered and whispy. He didnt want that feeling to go away, the feeling of warmth and embrace. Something he never had, but he never cried over neither. A breeze storlled over his face, little beads of sweat dropping down over his face. (Its short but im lazy. So accept it please lol)
Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:47 pm by 
