M.T. Wolf

Name: M.T. Wolf (but just call me M.T.)
Age: 324

Visual Age: 25

Gender: Male

Division: I want to join squad 1 but any squad is fine for me. if not one then maybe 5.

Personality: He is serious but has a sence of humer. Fighting is fun and killing is better. He has a strong sence of justice. He feels that he might be able to atone for his pathetic excuse for a human existence by living an exciting existence in the soul society and by serving the soul society as a shinigami. He has a habit of biting his lower lip and tapping on things when there is alot of anxiety in the room. He likes making perverted jokes.

Appearance: Long black hair with blue streaks going down. Crimson eyes and a soft yet masculine skin. Pale complexion. height is 6'1 and he usually has his hair in a ponytail with a black ribbon. He has a narrow jaw line and long bangs.

History/Background: He was born in tokyo japan and liked art when he was in school. He father and mother didnt talk to him much but showed their love by hugging him once in a while. They didnt show much interest in his activities. He grew up with no friends and no one ever talked to him. He had average grades and didnt stand out in the world. His parents would fight about their own problems wether it be over alcohol or how many times they see each other. It never turned violent. It was always just yelling. Most of the time the one doing to most yelling was the one that was the most drunk. His mother always wore short sleeve colloured shirts and sweat pants. His dad always wore a suit and tie unless he was drunk, then he wore the suit with the tie undone and the shirt hanging halfway out of his pants.

When he turned seventeen, he moved out of his parents' house and built a log cabbon in the woods. He started practesing using weapons to hunt for his food. When he wasn't hunting, or practesing, he was drinking. He usually drank out of boredem and to erase his deppression. When there was a snow or it rained, he drank and then went hunting. He usually fell asleep on the front porch with a beer bottle in his hand. One day, it was a cold night. It rained especially hard and, of coarse, he drank especially hard as well. He carried his muskot shakily as he stumbled through the forest looking for game. He eventually came to a cave, cold and dark. He blindly stumbled into it and was quickly mawled to death by a black grizzly bear.

Your age must be at least 100, preferably over that.

Please add more to the personality and appearance, and you must have at least two paragraphs for your history.

oh ok lol

kk added more detail am I approved?

Nope, background and Personality still need to be longer

is that better?

Dude, make it two paragraphs for history ><

kk I have added more detail to the history. Is there anything else I need to add?