Hinin

Name: Hinin

Race: Arrancar

Age: 2537 years old

Gender: Male

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Personality: He has little sence of humer. He is basicly emotionless. He only looks ahead to what comes next with out looking for any emotion in the situation. He comtemplates his desicions entirely on reason doesn't bother looking for what has already caused him enough pain. He can only think and never feel. He doesnt beleave in things like love or hate. The only thing he knows is death. He looks at others using their emotion to win fights and assumes that their opponents were just weaker than them. He thinks this is pathetic to blame strength on emotion.

History: His life was spent in a very old village near present day china. It was a small village. He was born and raised and watched the village burn the day it was destroyed. He was born as a warrior and taught to be cold and blunt. Things like love and happyness didn't matter to his family or to the village. Hinin was trained every day in combat so that he could protect the village and live for the village. This built a strong hate for the people of that village. He only felt hate. There was a girl who felt sorry for him. She only loved him and never wanted harm to come to him. He of course, ignored it, being that his parents never aloud love in his life. She tried to flee the village and take him with her and because of his upbringing, killed her in cold blood. Only then did he find the letters that were written as a diary to him. This built a even stronger rage inside of him. By the age of eighteen, he was a war-hardened warrior that lived for the village. He felt nothing and only acted but the rage was still there, dorment. The day that the village was destroyed, he woke up as he did every morning. He got up to the roosters crowing. He got dressed and walked outside to do his daily check around the village. Some one from behind him yelled at him that he was a freak and this was a new event that had never happened before. He had never been made fun of for what he had been all his life. He was confused for once. He searched his knowledge that his parents had tought him and nothing said that someone would ever make fun of him. He turned around to face the man and a chain of events set off. He murdered and slaughtered the entire village out of instinct. By the time it was over, he had four fatal wounds to his stomach, neck, and spine. He died slowly and painfully.

After he died, he wondered why no one was around anymore. He couldn't remember anything. He didn't remember where he was or anything. No one came to tell him anything either. He wondered alone in the forest for a while but then was attacked by a low ranking hollow, but was swallowed almost instantly. He woke up and remembered everything but didn't feel angry or sad or happy at anything. He felt nothing. He didn't look the same either. His hands were monsterous and green. He then seen others like him but felt anger towards them. He didn't know why but he knew he had to kill them. His hunger for souls was large and unsatisfied. He started change slowly back into a human form again with each of the souls he devoured of the monsters. He felt a power swelling up inside of himself as he changed into this new being. It looked almost human but he knew he wasn't. Finnaly once he had devoured enough souls to look human enough, white bones began to form on his face. He was eventually able to control this power and use it to his advantage.