Name: Temp, Nestra(Temp is the first name.)
Age: 220 years
Visual Age: Early 20's
Gender: Male
Division: Eighth Division
Personality: Temp is a regular being amongst the crowd. He thinks of himself as one who serves the Soul Society no matter what. Truly, he is one that listens to orders no matter what. When Temp does not have to act in a serious manner to show off his commitment, Temp has his own personal feelings. Such feelings are that he acts on his own for fun. Temp enjoys the occasional speck of a "drink" greatly. "Drinking" is something that allows him to be free of his duties for the time being. It gives Temp relief for what is happening as well, sometimes he may bring forth randomly a bottle of wine or a simple drink in the middle of a battle. Temp, still within his duties is a carefree man. If in a serious situation he may simply laugh at the thought of death by a higher being. This part of his personality is ignored when he faces his higher up colleges.
Appearance:
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History: Temp was a normal child in the crowd, with of course slight problems. He lived in New York, New York. His life was truly the opposite of an exciting one. He was a nobody in his school and on the streets. At first Temp had held the feat of being together with his parents. But this lasted only for one year, the year he was born. The parents of Temp had been killed by the force of a stray gun shot when they had been driving home one day, quite sad as that was the first time they had left Temp with a "nanny." No one had known who the men and women that had been killed by the gun shot were. As there car crashed and had a high powered explosion upon contact of another car. It took a mere few hours for the "nanny" to get mad. She left the home to the baby, as he lay alone in a house on the scary streets. The nanny was a cruel human only caring for money, thus she called the cops on Temp's parents as she wished for her payment. Cops could not contact either parents cellphone so they had took Temp into a foster home upon never finding the parents of Temp, case closed. Soon after he was placed in the foster home, someone had adopted him a month into being at the home. The couple were rude and had always raised fights throughout the day until Temp had died.
Temp was fifteen the day he died. He was someone who was quite tough, this being from the beating of his parents every day. They had wanted to release there regrets and pains upon something, or someone. Of course, it had to be Temp, which was why he was adopted by such cruel people. The only thing that Temp had begun to love was his girlfriend, which brought forth his end. Temp and his girlfriend, the only thing he cared for one day were walking home. As Temp, did not want to look stupid. He had not the money to get anything he ever wanted, only thing he would get out of his selfish parents was food. How else would they keep there "thing" to beat alive? Temp and his girlfriend had taken a route that neither had used before. It was easy to walk his girlfriend home, as they lived one block away from each other. The new route seemed like it would help the couple get
home sooner.
Unexpectedly, a hand grabbed the kneck of Temp's girlfriend quickly. The hand had brought forth itself from the shadows that lay next to the couple. It was a suprise that would ruin the life of Temp permanetly. His vision fogged quickly upon the sight of his girlfriend being quickly pulled into the shadows.
"Come on girl.....Lets have some fun...."The voice yelled in a sickened tone of voice, Temp knew what would happen but he knew that his time was up as well.
I'm sorry...." Was the final thought of Temp as his vision quickly faded to nothing. This did not last long for Temp though, as quickly he reawakened next to his corpse. His corpse lay in a bloody mess, all the blood channeled through the head of Temp's corpse then out. This continued for five minutes, until the body had no more left to give to the head. Temp looked at his corpse in front of him, then at himself. His eyes had showed how scared he was.
Then another amazing event happened after his reawakening, a giant brown figure was layed out in front of Temp's unwounded and seemingly alive body. It's white mask was the most stunning feature of its body, excluding the amazing size.
"Fresh and dead, my favorite..."The giant yelled, his voice reflecting off the surrounding buildings. But, as quick as the beast had appeared, it disappeared. A blinding white sword was seen through the scared eyes of Temp, as he stood there stunned. Blood through itself on the walls of two buildings that lay nearby Temp. A black-like aura flowed into the air, as Temp started to run. He continued to run, but in an instant a blade had landed upon his forehead before he had even gotten to the end of the block all the cars surrounding him stopped. A fast movement broke the winds surrounding Temp, as a blue energy was positioned around him. His thoughts raced,
what the hell!!! was all he could seem to say within the depths of his mind before his thoughts transformed to nothing, nothing at all.
Temp had not even got to spend a bit of time in rukongai, he had simply been enrolled into the shinigami academy for his reaitsu that was quite high. His abilitys were great, he had handled kido quite well. It was one of his many strong points in the academy. It did not take much time for Temp to graduate, as it was only seven years. He was given a zanpaktou, just given one. At first, he had no idea how to use such an object but of course he learned over time. All of the knowledge that he had gained from the academy and using his zanpaktou resides in him as he always awaits the orders of his leader.
Rp Sample: Not my best, but, most of the staff has seem me rp before.
The humanoid and bulked figurine of Temp stood atop the East Gate. His body simply stood there, watching over Rukongai. Temp felt no care for the world at the moment as he simply watched, watched the wind move past him and hitting his cheeks. The breeze felt soft and comforted Temp. His usual wear was his captain robes and two sheathes on his left and right sides. Each sheathe held the most thing dear to Temp, his zanpaktou's. Temp would not allow anything to sight the insides of the sheathes, unless he wished to exterminate those who were blocking his path. Temp's hair was dark black, flowing alongside the gentle winds. The eyes of Temp were also black, piercing black, the eyes were cold and heartless. You could almost see the life of Temp within his eyes, cold, heartless, but with a tad bit of fun.
In the left hand of Temp he held a cup, a white cup. The cup was quite small in the strong hand of Temp. His spiritual pressure could have simply destroyed the cup within seconds, if he had not been holding it back. It helped Temp in many ways that he was the old vice captain of the second division, allowing him to seal his spiritual pressure up a bit. By doing so, Temp could keep his massive power under control. Most captains would probably shake the earth beneath them wherever they went, if they had not been trained to restrain themselves.
From the cup you could see a small amount of liquid, sake. Looking to the direction of the liquid, Temp could only release a slight smile. It was a smile that showed he had desired the sake, he seemed to need such a thing as he slowly lifted the cup to his mouth. The liquid flowed slowly down Temp's throat as his smile lightened. The sight of the East Gate's gatekeeper was an annoyance to Temp. In his own thoughts he felt that there was no need to a gatekeeper, as how would one lift the high walls that Temp stood upon? No matter, as Temp thought the gatekeeper was entertainment. Over the years Temp had witnessed a few battles between the gatekeeper and intruders, all to fall before his strength. Temp watched the Rukongai from the tall walls that the gatekeeper guarded, sighing deeply, lost in thought.
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