Name: Morgan Versailis
Age: 250
Visual Age: 25
Years in Soul Society: 100
Years Since Banishment: 150
Gender: Male
Former Division: 13
Former Shinigami Rank: Lieutenant
Rank: Low Elite
Appearance: Morgan stands it at 6'2, and weighs about 260 lbs. He has long, brown hair which is often unkempt and left in a mess, to the point where Morgan himself can't see through it. He has small, beady red eyes, and a goatee which makes him appear slightly like a bum. He has an ominous tattoo of a king cobra on his right forearm, but this is mostly covered up by bandages.
For his attire, Morgan wears a pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a long-sleeved black shirt, which has some tears and rips along the bottom from various scuffles. He also sports a pair of black, fingerless glove.
Personality: Morgan is mostly easy-going, and often lets things happen as they come along. This laid back personality comes with his belief in going with the flow. However, if he HAS to do something or is asked nicely, he'll get off his lazy behind and do it, even though he wouldn't mind half-assing something. If you get on his good side, he might just do your request to his fullest extent; But this is very, VERY rare, and almost never happens.
Morgan also doesn't mind insults, and often will laugh along with the person mocking him. He doesn't seem to care much about himself, but if you insult one of Morgan's close friends, you can expect his overall jolly nature to be replaced with discontent.
When it comes to anyone under him, Morgan shows a laid back style yet again. When something needs getting done, he'll simply order a couple people under him to get it done. Should they fail, Morgan doesn't really get angry.. unless it's something major. Then, you can expect a brutal outburst which is bound to leave you feeling like crap for a long time. He also has a strong penchant for rum, and various other forms of alcohol.
Inner Hollow Personality: Morgan has a great deal of control over his inner hollow, and has almost come to an understanding with it. He almost never has to speak with it due to its own laid back and relaxed personality... However, his inner hollow shows signs of insanity- when someone tries to attack or piss off Morgan, the inner hollow becomes infuriated, and cries out for blood again the offender.
Most of the time, this doesn't happen, and the Hollow is almost always screaming for a battle. When the battle does finally come, it gets as giddy as a little schoolgirl on the first day of summer. It simply LOVES carnage when it's pumped up.
Inner Hollow Appearance: Morgan's inner hollow mimics him almost perfectly, expect that it wears a white shirt, is clean shaved, and actually has a normal looking haircut. Other than this, it has two small beady yellow orbs for eyes, and near ghost-white skin. He also has Morgan's snake tattoo, which is visible due to the fact that he doesn't wear bandages on his arm.
Fighting Style: Morgan lets his opponent attack him first, and tries to deal damage on the counter-attack. He mostly maintains a defensive stance, but if the fight calls for it, he'll go on the attack. When he does go offensive, it's often a brutal barrage of sword swings. While he fights, Morgan is constantly thinking about the task at hand- His opponent's weakness, his strengths, and what sort of damage he can do if Morgan isn't careful.
Background: Morgan was a bit sickly in life, which probably lead to a quick death on the streets of a cold, harsh city. He was simply known as "the poor old bastard who sat on the corner looking for food." He would often shift through the garbage, peoples' bags, etc. Often, he found himself pulling a pile of old newspaper over himself for warmth, or even the occasional fur coat. He managed to keep one around him at all times, mostly because he could see his breath at any time of the day, in light or darkness.
Eventually, the cold got to him one night, and he felt his sight grew dim. Next thing anyone knew, he simply just lied down on the ground and closed his eyes. He was dead, and was simply dumped into a morgue of the nearby hospital, with no-one to ID the body.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in some other plain of existence, and he quickly learned he had the opportunity to become a Shinigami, which he thought meant the good life after so many years of living on the street. He saw a way out of his normal life; he saw an escape.
He passed the exam, and started out small. His thinking was, the more he rose up through the ranks, the lazier he could be, and the less work he had to do. However, once he reached the rank of Lieutenant, he soon realized that this wasn't possible. He was going to have to keep working, and soon wished he'd simply went with the "go to hell" option. He hated having to actually get up and do work, and actually started to miss his life as a vagabond, where no one relied on him to do anything. Then, he found another escape, this time a little more... permanent.
The vizard maker found him one day, and changed the apathetic Shinigami into a Vizard. He saw this as a chance to leave the Soul Society, what with their damned rules and their always telling him what to do. He hated that more than anything, and not just jumped- LEPT at the chance to rid himself of his life of the Shinigami and their laws.
He was finally able to find the laziness he so sought with the Vizards, and is now a Low Elite among their ranks.
Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:26 am by 
