Yasu-su-o - Third Capt'n.

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Name: Makoto Yasuo Xavier Malik

Age: Three thousand years old.

Visual Age: Mid thirties - Late thirties.

Gender: Male


Appearance: He is slender yet fairly muscular. He stands at a height of 6'3'', tanned skin and neat, long naturally curly hair of purple. Yasuo's personality is further emphasized by his generally lax and mysterious look. Yasuo's nose is straight and follows the line of the forehead without the usual depression at the root of the nose. Yasuo has the average lips of most, soft and movable. Not thin or big, just ''perfect''. The acuity of his eyes is excellent, having the maximum cycles per degree possible for one to attain. The size of his ears is that of average. He has an angular-shaped face and takes on a boy-ish look. He has a well-developed physique obtained by extensive physical training and strict daily exercise. His chest is muscular and the abdominal muscles are well-visible. His legs could be described as those fit for running and all kinds of activities involving the legs. His arms are muscular and strong. He is ambidextrous capable of using his limbs equally. Like most other captains, he wears a haori over his casual shinigami dark-coloured outfit; though modified for his fitting. He has a custom Katana strapped to his right hip in a sheathe, next to his Zanpakutou.

Personality: Yasuo Makoto at first glance portrays a laid-back individual. The impression left upon the locale of Yasuo is that of an eerie yet calm and friendly ambiance. His natural facial expression reveals nothing to anyone; just as blank as a board. Beneath this facade is caring and man-loving man; though he appears to be one without a care for a thing in the world. This misleading appearance hides a caring, loving personality and a cunning man. Yasuo is a mastermind and has the capability of manipulating others and also maneuvering his way through tight situations. He is strict when the situation calls for it and tends to discipline his subordinates for being rude or dim-witted. He respects everyone no matter their rank. He shows kindness mostly to those who also reflect the caring emotion. When it comes to food, Yasuo isn't picky and eats what is provided to him when he's hungry; albeit he prefers ramen, soup, chicken and sake. In battle, Yasuo tends to use any means possible to bring down his opponent in a short amount of time; as he believes a long-lasting battle is useless and not worth his time. He tends to not favour particular style, being skilled in all.

Nicknames: None.

Likes:

Female - The male is usually attracted to a female and so is he.

Shinigami - They are his family and he loves them; unless they decided to disown their family by leaving.

Food - The body craves for food and the tongue looks forward to that sweet sensation.

Drinks - Refreshing. Who doesn't love refreshments?

Protecting - He has protecting instincts - mostly in favor to those he loves.

Dislikes:

Arrancars - Naturally his enemy. Their attitude stinks and he doesn't like them.

Idiots - How difficult is it to have common sense? It's not!

Hoes - Prostitution just doesn't flow right with him.

Whores - Nor do women seeking attention and willing to do anything to get it. Close to being idiots.

Arrogance/Ignorance - Both are attitudes no one should ever possess.


Habits/quirks:

Walking
Observing
Sleeping

Rank: Captain

Division: Third Division

Specialties: Cooking, ambidextrous; adept in multiple languages apart from English and Japanese. There is German, Spanish, French, Russian and pidgin English.

History:

The deep prolonged, loud noises caused by the fixed-wing aircrafts soaring overhead was seemingly without end. The sound of violent impacts caused by the breech-loaded projectile-firing weapons was of no help. The explosive devices deeply rooted into the ground exploded, the violent release of energy bursting outward with violence and noise. The ground shook and vibrated, resulting from the extreme disruptive disturbance underground. The dwellings of the villager’s collapsed rapidly, the reason being that of the condition of the homes - which were insufficiently developed. The sky became plagued – soon enough - with the unpleasant smell of the combusting materials below. Voices called out amongst other voices, footsteps proceeding hurriedly across the smouldering streets of the village. Children could be seen shedding tears at the lost of their loved ones; profanities could be heard coming from the adults. Bodily fluid gushed forth in a sudden stream out of body parts. The violent explosions and outburst of projectiles brought disorder upon the villagers. Though the villagers were in disarray, all had one motive: getting to the clear expanse before them, which was abounding in lofty narrow-leaved green herbage. Unknowingly of the fate that waited them, they rushed forward into the field of mines. Within seconds, a mushroom cloud was visible. It rose into the air, some 10 kilometres into the sky above the site of the explosion.

The assailants were misinformed of the location the Malik family now dwelled by the - now deceased – mass of the village dwellers, would be oblivious to the wailing of the woman in labour. Undergoing the efforts of childbirth wasn’t a trouble-free task. The head of the newborn first emerged from the womb of the woman and then being escorted by the rest of the body parts. The faces who witnessed the birth of the toddler beamed with joy. Though amidst crisis, the birth of a newborn always seemed to lighten up the mood – no matter the situation. It was truly blissful to witness the birth of a baby. A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. Though the world seemed to be coming to an end, the birth of the child was an indication that the world was to go on. The female cradled her son in her arms, tears of joy streaming down her face. She was surrounded by her family: the first born Lance, two years of age - stayed put beside his mother sitting on the bare ground. He simply stared, naive, unaware of what was going on; but he though beamed with joy. The father, the elderly one with muscular build crouched before his family, delighted. The father stretched out his arms, wanting to embrace the newborn boy. Cradling the baby in his arms, the man of Asian decent spoke, his naturally deep voice seemingly carrying the name of the newborn into the very skies.

"Xavier Yasuo Makoto Malik."

“I love the name,” Mrs. Malik stated, laughing softly.

“Hehe,” the man chuckled before handing over the child back to the mother. He picked up two heavy bags containing provisions and money that would be enough to last them their journey abroad. Though Malik had traveled overseas and to several foreign countries before, his family had not. He was sure they would like the foreign country, as long as they avoided the public; in other words: keeping a low profile. The man would be wanted in the country they were to travel to and endangering his family, especially his newborn wasn’t exactly what he wanted. After cleaning up the mess caused by the birth of the newborn and also cleaning up the baby child, they would head out of the village, taking an altered route – the route the soldiers who were walking the main streets of the village weren’t aware of. Malik laughed within, at the chaos caused by the soldiers – just because they were on the look-out for one man.

Five years had raced by in haste. Their transport overseas had blown up midway to their location. The aircraft could be seen producing smoke before becoming a massive flaming entity airborne and then the explosion had occurred – seconds after the navigator of the aeroplane had made a descent towards the ground, a chute possibly slowing down his descent from the plane. The navigator was no other than a family friend who Xavier’s father could depend on; but alas, the gleam of hope the Malik family had faded, becoming nothing but a space devoid of light. No one was to get off the segregate, large island. It seemed the Malik’s family cover had been blown, sky-high. It was reasonable of one to assume such – as Malik was one, if not the only one with great build in the small isolated village, located on a rather spacious island. It would simply take a binocular and a couple minutes of searching to find the Malik family – who’d taken a huge risk by travelling down a deserted and clear expanse. The military had been playing a game all along, just waiting for the ex-marksman to figure them out, play the cat-and-mouse game with them; which he did, but it took five god-damned years to figure it out.

“I haven’t got time for your cat-and-mouse bull shit! Give up already... I’m still going to munch on that sweet meat of yours, eventually. So, give up already! Wasting my time just infuriates me even more! Ugh! You know what... screw it! I’ll just cut your damned head off!” Xavier uttered in a loud voice at the long-tailed rodent who scurried around, making each attempt five year old made to capture it unsuccessful. One would expect the words to come from an older one, perhaps one in their adolescent. There was a clear reason for this, an explanation that was quite obvious to the onlookers. Xavier was a born master mind with outstanding abilities for a kid his age – he was a genius, having exceptional intellectual ability and originality. He picked up the basics of the human language while at the age of three, learning his cultural languages at four and then now – being taught by his father the Japanese language. Xavier’s father had plans to travel over to Japan after being informed of the vessel heading over to their location. He’d devised a plan, one he was sure to be flawless. Profanities Xavier had picked up after overhearing several rants of his father, which he had while discussing with his friend – the pilot, who it seemed to take two years to finally arrive on the island after the aircraft which he navigated had exploded.

Xavier reached behind him, into the holster strapped to his waist. The tan-skinned boy grasped the handle of his knife – small in size. He stretched out his right arm, aiming at the miniature body of the rodent before pulling back his arm, and with a swift movement he sent the two edged blade moving forward through the air rapidly, impaling the rodent dead-on its neck; out the other end, detaching the rodent’s head from the rest of its body. Apart from possessing his mother’s brains, Xavier also possessed his father’s physical ability and power. Possessing all these remarkable, noteworthy qualities often made one a perfect being – but one also needed to possess the attitude as well, which Xavier did not have. He was lethally short-tempered and had a brutal, cold personality. Xavier was direct and most of the time sarcastic when he spoke, becoming a sadistic one when he killed animals. As time progressed, Xavier eventually developed calmness of mind – his cold demeanor allowing him to stay calm and in control in most situations. Xavier approached the deceased creature, picking up his knife from the ground and then the body, smashing the head with the underside of his footwear. He grinned wildly at his accomplishment.

“Warned you, but you just had to be prude!” he exclaimed at the deceased rodent, scurrying off to the location of his family – all but his brother who had constructed his own personal fishing rod and unlike his brother, chose the easy path and fished rather than chasing after little rodents, inflicting injury on your body in the process. Similar to his brother Xavier, Lance was strong but smarter – being two years older than his brother Xavier, it was expected. Their father had already begun to educate and coach Lance before doing so to his brother. Lance was the calm, collected and kind one – who recently begun to develop the crazy, wild side of his brother. Lance, unlike his brother Xavier was aware of his father’s involvement in the military and why he was wanted by them. It was typical for one to turn crazy after witnessing many deaths of loved ones’. Lance though seemed to be under control of his emotions and actions despite the situation – he just found a way to keep calm. The parents favoured the eldest brother of the two rather than the youngest because Lance was level-headed and was much more logical about things than his brother... he was a demented freak! Or so it seemed.

The sun gradually disappeared below the horizon, it was setting; night time was near. The Malik family collected in a place, around the fireplace that provided luminosity brightened up the darkness the tall sturdy woody plants provided. The period of gloom eventually befell the family, the source of light being the moonlight and fireplace. The dry and dusty western african trade wind blew by, causing the family to cover up their air hole – preventing the fine dust particles passage into their body. Their eyes were shut and dug into their arms, this way the dust couldn’t get into their eyes and thus, cause irritation from doing so. Holding both ends of the thin long stick, Xavier would eat the meat of it. The skewered meat and fish served with ground pepper and onions was one of Xavier’s favorite snacks. This though would be the last well-cooked snack he would have for a while. The last of the family’s ingredients and food were currently being digested. The only source of food now would be the fish in the water and rodents around. A moment of silence befell the group as each and everyone of them savored the delicious, mouth-watering snack.

The next day the assembled before the vast expanse of water, waiting to embark on their journey; the ship before them their source of transport. Climbing aboard, they soon very well acknowledged the fact that they had been tricked. Xavier's parents were executed before him while he was forced to watch, immobile and stunned. Not much occurred as Xavier spent most of his time as a slave, before he'd also been executed. The soul burial was performed on him and he arrived in Rukongai, forgetting his history as a human. Soon after, he gradually begun to dream of his life as a human; mainly his child hood and thus was aware of his born-name which he immediately took on. Gaining interest in the Shinigami race, he passed with flying colors; having genius intellect and having knowledge of chemicals, skilled in kido and swordsmanship. He soon became the Captain of the third division; being one of the oldest captains.

Role Play Sample:

The deep prolonged, loud noises caused by the fixed-wing aircrafts soaring overhead was seemingly without end. The sound of violent impacts caused by the breech-loaded projectile-firing weapons was of no help. The explosive devices deeply rooted into the ground exploded, the violent release of energy bursting outward with violence and noise. The ground shook and vibrated, resulting from the extreme disruptive disturbance underground. The dwellings of the villager’s collapsed rapidly, the reason being that of the condition of the homes - which were insufficiently developed. The sky became plagued – soon enough - with the unpleasant smell of the combusting materials below. Voices called out amongst other voices, footsteps proceeding hurriedly across the smouldering streets of the village. Children could be seen shedding tears at the lost of their loved ones; profanities could be heard coming from the adults. Bodily fluid gushed forth in a sudden stream out of body parts. The violent explosions and outburst of projectiles brought disorder upon the villagers. Though the villagers were in disarray, all had one motive: getting to the clear expanse before them, which was abounding in lofty narrow-leaved green herbage. Unknowingly of the fate that waited them, they rushed forward into the field of mines. Within seconds, a mushroom cloud was visible. It rose into the air, some 10 kilometres into the sky above the site of the explosion.

The assailants were misinformed of the location the Malik family now dwelled by the - now deceased – mass of the village dwellers, would be oblivious to the wailing of the woman in labour. Undergoing the efforts of childbirth wasn’t a trouble-free task. The head of the newborn first emerged from the womb of the woman and then being escorted by the rest of the body parts. The faces who witnessed the birth of the toddler beamed with joy. Though amidst crisis, the birth of a newborn always seemed to lighten up the mood – no matter the situation. It was truly blissful to witness the birth of a baby. A new baby is like the beginning of all things-wonder, hope, a dream of possibilities. Though the world seemed to be coming to an end, the birth of the child was an indication that the world was to go on. The female cradled her son in her arms, tears of joy streaming down her face. She was surrounded by her family: the first born Lance, two years of age - stayed put beside his mother sitting on the bare ground. He simply stared, naive, unaware of what was going on; but he though beamed with joy. The father, the elderly one with muscular build crouched before his family, delighted. The father stretched out his arms, wanting to embrace the newborn boy. Cradling the baby in his arms, the man of Asian descent spoke, his naturally deep voice seemingly carrying the name of the newborn into the very skies.

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