Rift West...

Name: West, Rift

Age: 42 (He thinks)

Visual Age: 18

Gender: Male

Division: 4th (Id like to apply for the Vice captain postion.)

Appearance:

Spoiler:

(out of uniform of course, and the scarf is actually his shikai, and )

Personality: The one word that can be used to describe Rift is abnormal. Everything about him, from his manner of speech to his behaviour to even the varied method by which he stands is completely different to the rest of shinigami, if not the all of the souls in the society. Though he frequently acts like he is out of phase with everyone else and the world around (wandering off in the middle of battles, or commenting on things that nobody else can actually see,) he is one of the more observant people around, easily able to spot things that others don’t notice. Partially because he is slightly different to others, he prefers to spend his time in the company of plants, which he has a natural affinity with.

History/Background: When Rift was alive, he was so average that he could have been used as a run of the mill statistical sample. Born into an Average Jamaican family, he spent an average amount of time at home and had an average number of siblings. He went to an average school, got an average nickname (Johhny) and made an average number of friends. When him and a couple of friends got bored, they formed an average band, which performed an average first show at an average pub. It was walking home from this show when his life got rather unaverage. Stopping for a couple of seconds to smell the 'grass' he got splattered by an average toilet seat which had fallen off the international space station.

Waking up in a strange world, surrounded by strange people, and with a massive headache. Rift realized that he had died. Thinking that he was in a heaven like place, he proceeded to do all the things that he wasn't able to do while alive, spending an unknown number of years out of his mind, a length of time that he didn't keep track. This amount of time would have most likely continued for the rest of his afterlife, if it wasn't for an odd occurrence.

Walking up in a ruined garden, Rift was surrounded by the decaying remains of plants of all kinds withered down with years of neglect. Driven by an urge that he couldn't understand, he began to set it to rights, wishing to once again breath life into the mess. Though it took him several months, he had managed to restore some kind of order, and with the formerly dieing plants beginning to bloom, it appeared that his work would soon be over and once again there would be nothing else left for him. As is the way of things, fate intervened in the form of an hollow attack.

Though he did his best to fight back, he was very quickly overcome, and it seemed rather likely that he would be devoured when a group of soul reapers appeared and quickly set the fiends to route. Turning back to Rift, it almost appeared that they would replace his memory and throw him away, before the leader of the group spoke for the first time, to ask two questions. After answering, she simply nodded and they left. Two days later, he received an invitation to the shinigami academy.

RP Sample: It was a beautiful day, one that was full of love and mellowness. The sky was cloud free, the air was crisp and clean, and the purple ducks were once again attempting to steal the sacred crotch of Arkvoodle. Relaxing on the head quarters roof, Rift watched the latest heroic battle between the forces of good and evil.

"Ouch that was a good one."
"You can say that again."
Laying across from him was his friend Torta Fore, who as usual refused to wear the normal shinigami robes. Unlike Rift, she never managed to get in trouble for it, which was rather irrational at times, almost as if there has different standards for males and females. And as usual, she had left her zanpukato at home, instead carrying one of her guitars. Almost as if she could feel him looking at her, she winked and stretched out a little more, drawing emphasis to certain parts of her attributes.

"Like what you see"
"Stop being so redloug and into uniform before the captain gets unmellow on us"
Looking at him she pouted, before snapping her fingers, once again in full shinigami uniform.
"Is that better?"

"Its unmelk to show off you know."
"I thought it was too troublesome for you to get jealous.... And another thi...."
Reaching into one of his pockets, he with draw a small incense burner outer. Loading it up with some of his own special mix, he placed it nearby and took a large lung full. Laying back on the rooftop, he ignored the now ranting Torta and watched as Arkvoodles little grey men beat back the ducks, his mind growing wings..
Skill Ranks:

1. Kido
2. Shunpo
3. Endurance
4. Weapon proficiency
5. Hand to hand

Finally more or less complete