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Name: Chris "Wren" Nove
Gender: Male
Age: 220
Physical Age: 18
Physical Description: Stands at 5'8 and weights about 110-120 lbs, Wren's body is built for grace rather then endurance. His small frame and stature have often lead to mistakes over his gender and age. His hair is mottled black, brown and tan, giving rise to his nickname, and his eyes are bright jade with a clear intelligent depth to them.
There are a few strange markings that scrawl over the left part of his face and down that same side in his body, attributed to his connection with his soul-cutter. These are vaugly Hollow-esk, which was cause for great concern until comunication was opened between himself and other shinigami.
Personality Despite his namesake, Wren is without song. He has no voice to converse with people, but is currently working with his Vice-Captain on hand signals to better communicate within the 1st squad.
At first, most found him to be sullen and withdrawn, which was well founded due to past events in his afterlife (see History). But with his acceptance into the acadamy and Shinigami higher ranks, he's found a new outlet and has made up for lost time with an almost overabundance of almost childlike emotions, every new thing another word for the language he creates for himself, every new challenge worth overcoming for the stories he could finally relate afterwards.
Most of these challenges are more often then not someone trying to rise in rank to his seat placement. Needless to say the 4th division have labled him as a lower shinigami disaster area. He is rather...exciteable about defending his position, and by now, most have learned through enough rumour to leave him alone.
He does have a tendancy to grow over-confident in himself, taking challenges that might be better suited for someone of a higher rank. (Not captain, obviously, but some of the lower level problems of the Vice-captain that would generally be considered too high for the gap between the two).
Clothing: Hastily put on, would be a good way to describe how Wren's clothes generally end up looking. And he always misses something...usually his sandals. Other then that, it's the usual black uniform with rank attachments. His hair, eyes, and markings making him more distinguishable from the rest of the ranks.
Ranking: Third Seat, First Division
Country/Time:England, Pre-WWII
Background Information:
It's been hard for anyone to truly know what Wren's background was about due to communication difficulties, but recently he's been keeping a journal, learning how to write through the acadamy he was accepted into, in the later days of his afterlife.
Into a torn and ragged world he was born, calling these days "when I had a voice." He was drafted at 16 as many boys his age were at the start of the second world war, sent to fight through a war torn Europe in defence of his home, it isn't known whether he had any family or not, but it's supposed that he actually doesn't. Through sheer luck he managed to live from fight to fight, probably due to his size...it was about this time that he started to notice that bullets weren't the only things moving along and killing people.
Strange creatures with masks would catch the corner of his eyes, though, when he'd turn to look, generally they would dissappear again. Having a lot of things to worry about at the time, he put these images out of his mind, until the first time he met one of these creatures full on.
After a paticularly difficult strike in some nameless European countryside, he was on a solo scouting mission, searching the perimeter for strays, refugees, and wounded. The wooded areas were peaceful but for the far away sound of bombs dropping.
That's when he saw it, between two paticularly large trees, hidden in the shadows, just watching him. There was a kind of standoff, Wren half reaching for his gun, the creature moving like a predator, waiting for the small boy to run.
However the prey it was hunting, strangly, didn't run. Wren just stood his ground and watched calmly. It could be put down to the fact that this boy had seen things much more horrible then the creature coming towards him, or there could have been something stirring within him even then, telling Wren to be patient and let the first move be the masked ones. Regardless the next few moments were a blur as Wren pulled something from his back that wasn't his gun, and the creature pounced.
Large stark white teeth slammed and screetched across something metal, while something the size of a human hand slammed into Wren's throat from the beings open jaw. His yell of panic was the last time he'd speak as the Hollow took his voice.
Even so, Wren had left some sizable damage to the creature as well, a crack appearing the length of the mask that served as it's face, and blood oozing to the ground. It retreated, being only low level then, and probably sensing the spirit force hunting it coming closer, leaving Wren gasping against the tree, clutching, white knuckled, to a staff made of some strange metal.
He was long gone though, by the time the Shinigami patrol came up, it would actually be another year before death claimed Wren, complications over mysterious wounds that appeared from his neck and spread over the rest of his body. Human doctors wrote it off as some kind of poision, bruising as it traveled through his veins.
Like most souls with no real attachment to home, Wren ended up in the Soul Society. The actual Hollow war had just ended, and it was lucky that the recruitment shinigami found him when they did, beaten badly by the other villagers over the Hollow-esk marks tatooing his soul's face.
At first it was debated whether or not to give him to the 12th division, as the 4th had said that his voice was irrepairable, and who had ever heard of a shinigami who could not speak? But he put up such a protest to this, including using a, quite sudden, raw form of his second stage, that in somewhat of an amused experiment of his own, the leader of the 1st set down the challenge for him to graduate from the acadamy. The 12th division has looked upon this with a bit of spite over the years, and have been known to make attempts to examine the boy...with schemes stretching from downright nasty to absolutely ridiculous.
Obviously this was a serious challenge (school and scientists, oh my) to the young boy, though he passed his classes with quite explosive results at times. It was found that he had a link with his paticular soul sword that was completely internal. This might just be a way of glossing over the frustration of the teachers trying to find out how he brought it out.
Finally he did graduate with surprisingly high scores, qualifying him for a lower seat within the 11th for a while (due to his emotions, which tended to over run common sense at times this seemed to be the most...economical choice) But it wasn't long until, surprisingly enough, he was pulled into the 1st. The effect was amazing. Though still exubrant, there was a focus to it that had fantastic results in the difficult tasks laid out for him by the vice-commander.
Weapon:
Weapon Name: Chronos
Weapon Descrip: It is actually the weapon as well as the harness that clings to Wren's back. A long pole, larger in width then a bo staff, but smaller then a quarter staff, it is wrought with a metal (of course) made from Wren's own spirit stuff. Upon closer inspection the black is actually a design much like the ones over Wren's body the actual base colouring being silver.
 Sunstrike · Sun Nov 13, 2005 @ 12:57am · 3 Comments |
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