Kyunn Kiyumasa

Name: Kyunn Kiiyumasa

Age: 428

Visual Age: Mid Twenties, about 26.

Gender: Male

Division: 11

Personality: Quietly self-confident, with a gaze like ice,
although always the first to come out with a witty comment, should the occasion arise.
Brews his own sake, because he says it tastes better, even though it tastes terrible and has an eggy aroma.
He is a very proud person who cannot stand being shown up by anyone he considers to be lower than him.
unfortunately this means he finds it hard to make friends, and as a consequence, spends most of his days off drinking himself into oblivion.

Appearance: Standard shinigami uniform, wears a hooded cape if metting friends as he thinks it makes him look more grand. He also wears a heirloom samurai helmet, he cannot fight without it as most of his sword techniques depend on it.

History/Background: Born in 1581, in Harima Province, he was born illligitimately into the Yoshioka family, who were famed for their skills with the katana and the jutte. His father, Ashikage Yoshioka, although ashamed about what he had done, agreed to let Kyunn stay with him and his family, under the pretense that his mother would never again approach Yoshioka or any other member of the Yoshioka family.

Blissfully unaware that as soon as he was 18, he would be turned out onto the street and left to fend for himself, he quickly made a reputation for himself, showing extrordinary skill with the katana from an early age, by 16 he had made many sworn enemies, born from too many smug insults after battles with other swordsmen he met on his travels. Little did he know that they would be his downfall, as they plotted and schemed together. They had sworn bloody revenge, and they were willing to go to any lengths to get it.
They didn't have to wait long, as he was wrongly cast out at the age of 17 for getting a daimyo's daughter pregnant.
(He claims he was innocent...)

He had no money and it was winter, so he almost froze to death every night, so he hardly got any sleep at all.
He was weakened, and that was when they struck. A band of his many rivals, 50 men strong, surrounded him during the night and tore him to pieces, his bowels slung round the quiet clearing, like hellish party decorations.his face was completely cut off, exposing his skull and his penis cut off and wedged into his throat.

He had been killed by the first blow, but he was unaware that he was dead. He stood watching the massacre from above, on a treebranch. Horrified, he drifted around the surrounding forest before chancing upon a small clearing, with a sobbing woman with her back to him. She was dressed completely in black and appeared to be wearing some kind of mask.
Curiously, he approached her, wondering what such a young woman was doing travelling in the winter, on her own.
As he came to a stop in front of the young woman, he realised that she was not crying at all, she was laughing!
"Proud, stupid little man!, she roared as she stood up and revealed her true form.

Although he didn't know it yet, he was encountering his first hollow, and he will hastily admit, when pushed, if it comes up in conversation, that he did do a little wee in terror.
He fled the clearing, with the hollow in close pursuit roaring and bellowing like an enraged bull.
The voice was no longer the voice of a woman, it was the voice of his father!
"Stop! Is this how I raised you? As a coward?" it screamed as it thundered after him.
Suddenly, he stopped.
Somehow he knew that he had to face the ghastly apparition or he would be doomed to run forever, and as a proud Yoshioka, he refused to dirty his honour because of some ghost.

They had arrived in the clearing where he had been maimed.
Drawing his katana from its sheath, he turned to face the hollow, determination seemed to glow around him like an aura.
He placed his helmet on his head, and with a look of sheer confidence, charged through the clearing towards the hollow and with a roar, he cleft it in two, black blood gushing everywhere.
With the final ounce of his energy, he watched the hollow get dragged through the gates of Hell, then fell to his knees leaning on his sword, in a deep slumber.

He was found by a group of shinigami sent to dispatch the hollow, who were amazed at his skill without any actual shinigami training. They also helped him through the awkward process of realising he was, in a sense, dead.
When asked him what his name was, he saw it as an opportunity to start afresh and make a new man of himself. And so he took the surname of his mother, Kiiyomasa and hoped for the best. They brought him back to the Soul Society and put him through training, in which he exceled and was placed in the 11th division because of his raw fighting skill and determination.

I think that clears everything up, if i've missed anything out please piont it out and i'll fix it Lucas

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