Post by Eviscerate on Jun 8, 2009 6:20:51 GMT 1
[/font]"...God is not on the side of the big battalions, but on the side of those whoshootcut best..."
'G'
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Goomoonryong stands tall amongst his peer at just over six feet, and totes an athletic build that benefits from his naturally large frame. Broad shoulders sometimes become obscured by his long raven locks, flowing freely down to his back. Dark optics sink into a pale, stoic face, pursed lips covered by a few of unshaven facial hairs. When not donning his traditional Shinigami outfit, he sports a a most deep raven-colored Kimono. Under all his layers is a caramel colored skin, devoid of any real blemishes or scars. He is rarely seen without his exquisite, plentiful set of clothing on.
He is known most commonly as 'G' – simple, much like everything else he did in life.
Born a troubled child, he was the older of two that never quite got the attention he deserved. His parents were never around, and so he was left to fend for himself amongst a realm where poverty and inner-city violence thrived. However, despite the grimy world before him, he had inherited a most infectious and incurable disease, known to eat at man's soul until nothing more remained – revenge. Injustice or sheer extreme unfairness in his eyes became an obsession that needed to be cured at once, and even upon his lively years until his death, he was driven to render all unjust transgressions of the world settled; even if his life was of consequence. Once old enough, he joined the army, where many tours lead him to attain a reputation to be both an extremely dependable and solitary comrade. Stars decorated his victories and triumphs, but with each "mended" situation, his heart only sank into further darkness. When he returned from the alternate reality that was war, he never truly was able to adjust to modern society's arduous demands.
During his time overseas, he had experienced a severe set of 'visions', the same that had haunted him during his childhood. He thought little of it during the time, but upon their return when he was at what he referred to as 'home', they has returned oinly worse. Finally, upon the culmination of his presumed insanity, he would follow a lost spirit astray into an abandoned burning building, and as he managed to save a trapped child from suffering a fiery fate, his body would not be so fortunate.
He was never seen breathing again...
He’d be birthed within Soul Society, memories of a bloody past left to linger as his new life as a reiatsu potent soul began. Like many of his kind, he’d become hungry and draw the attention of a Shinigami, a kind short brunette which spoke little with words but left all to her actions and expressions; somehow, he seemed to remember her, yet when he tried to identify that unique facade, no name ever came to mind. Regardless, his life as a Shinigami began soon after, and although he’d begin with little kido prowess, he’d soon become known as the man with ‘infinite souls’. Speed and an unusual Zanpakuto earned him his reputation, and although he’d began a new life, somehow, his vengeful, murderous tendencies still lingered. His soul…it never was relieved; it never was cleaned.
His soul…forever doomed to be tainted.
Venganza!
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