~ Ichiyou ~

Name: Ichiyou -[translates too uniformity, evenness, similarity, equality]-

Age: 463 -[20 as a human the rest as a Shinigami (just turned Vaizard)]-

Visual age: 20

Gender: Male

Ex-Division: 4th Division - 3rd seat

Appearance:

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Personality: Ichiyou seems mostly shy and withdrawn, very rarely speaking at all unless someone talks to him first, a wall flower person, he had a tenderly to be loyal to a person or small group of people and will put their happiness and well-being before his own, he has the tendency to sing to himself when he is relaxed, or when he thinks no one is around to hear him. When his skills are needed he has the ability to stay calm even in the heat of a battle and get down to healing, he makes up all that he can’t do with his healing skills.

He seems to be very weary around other men as of what happened to him in his past, feeling more at ease around the females then males.

Background/History:
Human life

Ichiyou was born in Tokyo to a fairly well off family. There was nothing dramatic about his human life, a happy-go-lucky teen who lived with his parent and younger brother, he had some spiritual power but it was not enough to see any hollows or spirits clearly, only appearing to him as odd heat shimmers and nothing more. From a young age he always knew that he wanted to be a doctor, buckling down heard to achieve his dream, getting good grades came easy for him, whilst he was a smart kid he was not some wonder boy, but it was not long before he was in med school and working part time at a small clinic.

He got along grate with all of the patents there. Was an organised, hard worker and always seemed to bring a good mood with him, but it would be in this place that he loved that he would take his last breath, he stayed behind one night after the clinic closed for the night, it was quite and Ichiyou the only loving soul there, or so he thought. That night he stayed behind to finish up a few small tasks, it was coming up to one in the morning when he was startled by the sound of glass smashing, some teens no older them himself had broken in hoping to steal some drugs.

Ichiyou was caught between calling the police and hiding or stopping them himself. The 20 year old did not have time to make that decision, one of the thugs came across him before he had time to do anything, no words being exchanged between the two as Ichi was shot three times in the chest, he bleed to death over the night, his body being found in the morning by the head doctor.

Shinigami life

Ichiyou was not the best of fighters, but was able to defend himself when needed. It was plain to see during his time in the academy that he was not battle orientated, his skill in binding Kido was extremely good, but his unwillingness to hurt anything meant that his offensive Kido normally fizzled out or did less then stranded damage, at that point it was seemingly unlikely that he would ever get into the Gotei 13. But his one redeeming skill was with healing Kido of the 4th Division and other medical tools of the Shinigami, it was no surprise to anyone that he was soon assigned to said Division soon after.

He was never frustrated that everyone seemed to look down on him and his fellow medics. He knew that without their healing skills a lot of them would of died from their wounds by now, his love for this kind of work still strong in him, his healing skills counted to improve over time, soon he started to rise up the ranks within the Division, happy taking on the responsibility that came with it. But regardless anyone outside the Division had no respect for him, even more so when word of his zanpakuto got out, no one seemed to have respect for a Shinigami who could not kill a normal hollow even if they could heal wound so bad it seems like he was brining someone back from the dead.

Again he found himself alone one night in the 4th Division’s medical bay. He was finishing up for the night and making sure everything was set for the next shift, when one man came hobbling in, seeming unable to stay on his feet, but he was not wounded as Ichiyou thought, no as the 4th Division member went to help him the stink of saki became apparent, this man was not wounded just drunk, extremely drunk. The other Shinigami grabbed a hold of Ichiyou as soon as he came within range, pulling and pushing him with all his might, Ichiyou was caught off guard by this and soon found himself pushed onto one of the beds and pinned there.

His blood ran cold as he felt the other Shinigami’s fingers brush over his jaw line. He did not want to think what he was planning as the green haired male found himself flipped over, the movement brining him out of his shock induced stupor, he struggled against the drunken man but he was not holding back, and was easily able to out do the medic in strength. Ichiyou look up to see the green of his zanpakuto on the bed in front of him, but it may as well of been on the other side of the Soul Society for all the good it would do him now, he thought about using a Kido of some kind, but all too quickly all thoughts stopped, the other Shinigami running him thought.

His assailants zanpakuto had passed though his body and into the bed, pinning him face down. He knew what was coming next, even if he did not want to believe it was happening, but Ichiyou would not scram nor would he cry for help, weep at what was happening to him or beg for the man to stop as he body was violated, his eyes became dead as every movement caused the zanpakuto in him to rip up a bit more of his flesh, lucky fate was on his side, and he blacked out before too long.

Gaining Inner Hollow

Ichiyou woke up some time later, his zanpakuto looking down on his with a worried look on its face. It had healed him as soon as the other twisted and drunk man had left, lucky his blade had not hit anything vital, but Ichiyou’s most sever wounds where not on the flesh, he felt a hate well up inside him so much that it was going to make him sick. A piece of his soul died with the trauma of the event, and soon it was being fed with his own hate and anger, he never told anyone about what happened, not the captain or any of his other friends, no one knew anything happened to him that night.

A few people guessed something had happened, as a change in his attitude was clear. But no one would of ever guessed that something that bad had happened to him, he even had to heal the same man a few times, much to his disgust, months passed and he never forgot about it, he would wake up in a cold swat at night after having another nightmare about it, but he soon noticed that there was always someone, something in his dreams that was not there before, always watching with disgust in its eyes.

Again another night alone he found himself on his back, his jaw hurting like hell as the pain to the punch started to settle in. HE had returned, paranoid that sooner or later Ichiyou would inform someone on what happened, he had came here tonight to finish off the 4th Division officer so that no one would ever find out about it. Ichiyou offered no resistance, not like the medic could put up a fight against one from the more melee orientated Divisions, he did not know wither he closed his eyes or blacked out from something but the next thing he knew was that he was in darkness, a sleep void of dreams.

The sound of birds singing and the hot sunlight on his face work Ichiyou from his slumber. He was shocked to find he was still alive, with a groan he pushed himself up from the floor, his jaw did not hurt anymore which he found odd but as he moved he could feel where his clothes where sticking to him and the floor slick under him. The room was a wash with blood, the floor, the beds, half of the walls where drenched in think, red blood and hanging from the wall on the other end of the room was the remain of a Shinigami. He had his hands above his head and a blade pinning them there, his torso had been ripped open, the flesh being pinned back by scalpels and other surgical tools, making him look like some dissected frog in some experiment, his hips and everything below the belt was gone, turned to mush and spread about the room, all of his internal organs had fallen out and where now in a small pile underneath the body.

He knew who had done it. Ichiyou knew he was the one to have slaughtered the man like that, he gagged at the sight, shivered at the thought, he grabbed his zanpakuto and medical pack before fleeing from Soul Society and from himself.

Approved