Fujiwara Kuinumi

Name: Fujiwara Kuniumi

Rank: Regular

Age: 147

Appearance:

Spoiler:

Fujiwara has brown hair that stops at the base of his neck. Usually lets single strands of bangs to hang over his left eye. He has a average body build. And stands at a good 6'0" tall. He has violet eyes that expresses true happiness and beauty. He usually wears a white loose dress shirt with a loosened tie and some black jeans. He has tanned skin.

Gender: Male

Personality:
Fujiwara is a very cheerful guy. And likes to have a slight smirk on his face. Even when he is negative he expresses it in a positive way. He likes to show that everything should be beautiful in a way that makes an emotion, nothing is dull about Fujiwara. He has a keen eye for art. And believes that true art is made on the battlefield. He believes that the the fluid movements of a sword and fighting men can touch ones soul to make them stronger mentally. He rather hates it when one gets made with him. And can be somewhat hot headed in a way. He always likes to take his part and have it recognized in teams. He often works to his advantage.

Division: Kido Corps

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Hair Color: Brown

Likes: Art, Cheerfulness, Girls

Dislikes: Insults, Cocky opponents.

Crushes: none

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Specialties: Kido spells

History:

Living Amongst Those who are blinded by disbelief

As a child in a town for from the bustling city of Karakura town. Fujiwara was always able to see the souls of the 'dearly departed'. He was the youngest of his five brothers and sisters, and often scolded him for thinking he was insane, mentally ill, or thinking he wanted attention. Fujiwara usually was forced into the confinement of his room because of this unwanted abuse, he would spend hours everyday just sitting there, taking naps, or on his computer to keep him busy. Until one day, when he was ten years old, he heard the loudest noise of his life, looking outside his window, he could see the smoke in the distance, it sounded like a battle was being fought in karakura, but that would never happen, it was possibly the safest place to be, but it didn't sound like that then.
The next day he went to the news channel on the internet and listened and watched the horrific tragedy of men with doll like objects destroying every last bit of the city, the people didn't seem to notice, until the screen went blank, that was when he knew that was the explosion. everyone he saw in that screen, was dead.

Learning in the presence of true art

As Fujiwara entered the stages of early manhood, and entered high school, at an art academy. He began to see more and more souls. Tormenting him, scolding him. And he could nothing about it, he just tripped on thin air sometimes.
He learned many things in the art academy, being taught by real artists. He soon discovered his own art, sadness. And he loved it, he just hated living it. He loved the screams of wounded and the sight of fresh blood. The many majestic movements of soldiers in combat. Until he died, Fujiwara never let go of this art.

Wandering

Fujiwara as a lone plus soul would wander the outskirts of his town for days, months and years. In that time he felt nothing but emtieness. Like stuck between two worlds. ?Until at last a man in a black kimono and a sword sent him to the soul society.

Further more art

Fujiwara was almost immediately recruited into the soul reaper academy, and was credited to his skill in kido and Swordsmanship. By the time he was 147, he graduated happily and succesfully out of the academy. And was put into the kido corps. He fights on to this day, with his art and skill.



Sample Chapter:

Fujiwara woke up, darkness scattered through his barracks of the kidou corps. He slowly raised from his iron bunk bed and accidentally cracked his head against the bunk above him, he held in a yelp of pain as he grabbed the top of his head and whimpered. He got up, he was only wearing his jeans and his shirt lay on the dresser next to the bunk, he slid in on, buttoned it up, leaving some of the buttons at the bottom open. Grabbed his zanpokto and left outside into the cool night air.
It was dark, except for the fact small street lamps were brightly shining through the darkness. He looked up into the sky and looked into the shining stars wonders, how beautiful they were. just too far away to touch.
He leaped from his current position and landed on a rooftop, and shunpo'd across into the eastern sector. It was about time he payed a visit to his friends from another division.
As he landed in the alleyway between some of the buildings, he looked around. Nothing, not even a patrol was out tonight. Oops.
He couldn't wait until the morning came, he needed to go after some hollows. He wanted to hear them scream in terror and disperse into nothingness.
With a grunt, he leaped back unto the roof and shunpo'd back to the barracks, just before dawn set, he undressed and set everything exactly where it was and fell back asleep.

How are you skilled in swordsmenship, when you are basically making kido day in and out?

i'll remove that then.

You do know you could have added to your history that you train your sword skills in your spar time. BUT to late now.

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