Masanori Mamoru

Name: Masanori Mamoru

Age: 256

Gender: Male

Appearance:

Spoiler:

The regular guy is his regular appearance, ill be useing the same pic for my resurection registration as welll

Personality: Mostly laid back, he doesnt communicate well, nor does he like alot of people. Hes more of a loner, do this then and do that later. hes not really that much of a people person. though he doesnt disrespect those of a higher rank.

History: In his normal life, he was only able to live to the life of 25. He was out cutting the yard one day, on a rideing lawn mower. THere were no fences in his neighborhood. This kid kicked his ball infront of the mower, and the kid ran after it, he swerved, and hit a rock by his pond, flipping the mower over, and haveing it land ontop of him, chopping his head/chest/arms, killing him instantly.

He stayed behind as a spirit, he was watching over his beloved fiance.who no longer was engaged to him. His hatred grew for himself, and his neighbor. As the weeks went on, as he watched his ex-fiance suffer, he watched as he started to be different. He hear roars here and there, but he didnt pay no mind. He saw the link on his chest, grow shorter and shorter with each passing day, untill it dissappeard, creating a whole in his chest. He knew from then on, something new was awaitng for him.

After passing out one day, he found himself in a forign land, looking rather...different... He coudlnt put his finger on it, but he knew something had happend to him, that he was transfered from his home, into a new world. Somewhere where no man has ever seen, or atleast no man that was liveing. It was white...sand all over the place...dead tree's...it was hideouse. He couldnt believe that he would end up in a place of this sort. But then again he could, He had hated himself and his neighbor for over 6 months...if not more...he knew that he deserved this hell hole.

As years passed, he grew rather dull of the world, finding ways to slip back into teh human world, going back and forth as he pleased. He found there is nothign to eat, but souls that are left. He even had a few encounters with some souls taht tried to kill hime, and he feared for his life, running, and narrowly escapeing. He did this for the next couple of years, he lsot trrack of time, lost track of how old he was, but he saw the place he once grew up in, progress, change, differentiate. It was nothing like it was before. It was torn down and built into a 5 story Flatt. He felt his anger grow, and he felt himself transform. He saw others go under the same metemorphisis, and knew that his day would come. And it did. He grew into a menos, and as time went on, going through more changes, untill he reached the form that hed only seen breifly, something that people called, arrancar..[/quote]

Approved.