OOC: Player information & Gin's application
Player’s Name: Leon
Player’s Age: 17
Personal Journal: otohsan
Contact Information: [aim:] Despicable Self; [yahoo!:] inexplicable_intentions; [e-mail:] jakkuhaama@gmail.com
Character: 市丸ギン Ichimaru Gin
Fandom: BLEACH
Personality: With a wide smile spread across his lips, Gin mirrors a fox. There's more to the nickname than just his appearance: he's surprisingly cunning, and particularly self-serving. As Sousuke Aizen's loyal subordinate, he crossed each and every one of Soul Society's inhabitants, leaving them tangled up in both confusion and devastation.
Gin's also known to be quite a tease. From grim instances, such as offering to murder Rukia's guards, to more playful moments with her older brother, he attempts to find amusement in any way he can. This often irks - or scares the ever loving hell out of - his 'victims', and leaves him quite friendless at times.
On the flip side, Gin is not exactly the 'friendly' type. When his smile or manner of socializing does not offend, he often distances himself. An example of that would be his tenuous relationship with Rangiku Matsumoto, his childhood friend and colleague, who he has continuously left behind without warning. Although the reason for his actions has yet to be revealed, it could be reasoned that this distance is a sort of safeguard. It keeps others out, away from any harm he may cause them, and keeps him in, away from more positive influences.
Occasionally, Gin does break from his expression. Meditation or confusion is generally the culprit, although there has been one instance where he appeared deeply apologetic. This revealed a side of him most viewers did not expect, and still do not understand. The only rational explanation is that, despite his fox-like exterior, Gin can feel guilt, even if it is fleeting.
Gin has made himself to be an enigma, and knows it's his best defense. But, even a perfect facade has the ability to crack...
History: http://bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Gin_Ichimaru#History
Gin will be arriving pre-Karakura City showdown. Before it, Gin was rather idle; it's only fair to give the poor thing something to do.
A link to an image of the character: Ichimaru Gin and his zanpakutou, Shinsou.
Sample log entry: Gin didn't understand Aizen-taichou's love of cycles. He could comprehend his reasoning - everything fell into a cycle eventually - but had never understood why his rebellious leader chose to submit to them so easily. Even if it was futile, fighting fate could be fun at least, and wasn't that what this was all about? Aizen-taichou had broken away from his fate, bored with always playing the lapdog, and here they were...
But that was the point: where the heck were they, and what was so different? He'd found the change of location interesting at first - although the focus on white kind of bugged him out a little - but in a week, it'd grown dull. The sudden legion of "loyal" arrancar had been fun - especially Luppi, he missed him, the little freak - but even they had lost their charm. In the end of it all, they were just cycling some more.
Action, lie in wait, action, lie in wait. Lie in wait. Lie in wait...
At the beginning, he'd survived it, the embodiment of patience and pleasantry. But now, after the cycle had yielded another - boredom, entertainment, boredom - and that second cycle subsequently weakened into nothingness, he wasn't sure he could take it. How long would they wait? Another few decades? That would be absolutely unbearable.
After all, what could he do here, during those decades? Tousen's new fashion trends could only hold his focus for so long. Eventually, he would be prone to reflection, and that was something he found particularly unpleasant. It was best to accept the past, and follow the path before you. It was unchangeable, but the future...
Gin sighed dramatically, "That ain't Taichou's idealism, is it? Nah."
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Days later, as he lay on the cold, damp tar in one of the lower level's many alley ways, Gin reflected on that moment in time. Was that what had inspired this sudden change of events? Did he will himself into Purgatory? Had the gods considered that moment of introspection, and decided that he was fit for repentance?
With a hearty laugh, he glanced up into the dark 'sky'. At least the cycle was momentarily broken.
Sample journal entry: First all white-washed, now dark and dingy... this uni-color stuff's got to stop. A man can only take so much!
I admit, it's a little cozier than Las Noches. The creepy-crawlies can't say much, but they sure are different. Even the fish look like they were brought through seven layers of hell. ♥ Kind of cute.
Say, is that the gods' specialty? You guys like turning everything upside down, right? Boy, do I know someone you'd love to meet...