Shiron Hisashi [MELTED]

Shiron is your typical old man, talks about the past a lot, compares his age to others, talks about the better times and what others have coming to them. He has no time for anyone other than his charge, seeing them as ants to his boot that should be crushed as fast as possible. Hating new technology with cars, phones, internet and the like. Putting up with them when needed for convenience or he can be bothered to figure them out.

Humans- Someone has to make his clothes. These creatures go about their short, boring lives. Doing the same things every day and not thankful for any of them, but he would not pass up an opportunity to kill a few of these if he could get away with it.

Shinigami- Still has not forgiven these people for what they did to his race, he has little time for them and has yet to leave one alive when they come across him. However he has also never met one with respect so his complete opinion is pending.

Quincy- If they are self righteous then he finds them tedious and irritating, however mostly these are appreciated and well received if they are friendly.

Fullbringer- Does not have any time for them, as a mixture between vermin and scum, they mean very little to him.

Vizard- Dependant on how they became a Vizard, those with more impressive stories are more likely to be accepted by him.

Hollow- Will go out of his way to kill these, has not met anything above unclassified before now and sees them as scum to be squashed.

Bounts- Enjoys their company, tilts towards dislike for the new bounts that did not have to suffer the massacre. This is the only race that holds any place in his heart.

Mod Souls- Based on past experience, he has found them to be goofy and odd. However he likes them for the past they both share.

He actually has this list on his person. Having to check whether he hates someone or not before he decides how to talk to them. However he usually assumes he hates someone before he meets them, making meeting new people rather difficult without either fighting or offending them. He thinks everyone is out to hurt him or his charge, being constantly suspicious in public.

Shiron had been alive longer than he remembered, but there was one event that stayed in his mind, right near the start, as it did in most Bounts lives. It formed their lives, committed by the same people that created them. An unforgivable offence, the massacre.

He was in England at the time, sent by his creators to travel globally, and not draw attention to himself. The task was to see how effective Bount's were at evasion and stealth, letting him just run as far as possible, tagging at checkpoints and back around the planet. This was difficult as it was a time before planes, before fast boats. So progress was slow, almost caught several times by his pursuing shinigami.

Mid chase. The order was given. Its funny really. Shiron was already running before he knew what he was running from. Thought it was still part of the mission, run, hide. People brought him messages and they started using techniques to attack him when they caught up. He thought it was all part of the task he was given. He was almost back to the start when he found out. Could not have been more than 10 meters away when he turned the corner and saw a row of shinigami decapitating Bount in a death squad.

He stopped, turned, and slowly walked away. Side stepping the shinigami who had pursued him and they joined up with the death squad. He was not sure why they stopped then, maybe they saw the bodies and thought he had been killed. Maybe they thought he was not worth it. All he knew was that rage consumed him, his mouth moved of its own accord, summoning up what he later realised was his 'doll'. But instead of killing them, he ran, kept running until there was no way they could find him, eventually finding a place in the mountains where he could practice and train for the next several centuries.

With no-one to teach him what his powers did, with no one to tell him how his powers worked or how he even had them. Progress was very slow. And every day, his doll would ask if he wanted to die. Asked if he wanted to end. And every day, Shiron would say no, there was the future to live for. There was a silver lining somewhere. He went through the years, until the 1500s. When his powers hit a dead end and he did not know how to progress. He found religion in a church in the 1500s, learning the bible, he did not find god from this. But he did find the monsters god created.

During his stint in the church, he made a connection between gods own actions and the shinigami. God had decided that his creations needed a new start, needed bettering, and so he had chosen one to leave alive, one to lead the world into a better tomorrow. This is when he realised the arrogance the shinigami had shown. A whole world of people killed because the creatures god created had done what he created them to do. And the shinigami were the same, scared they had created a species better than themselves and in fear they had committed genocide. This hubris could not go unpunished.

Mid 1500s, he had a revolution. Something clicked in his head, 200 years of mortal wars took their toll on his heart and head. He either became insane or developed a fatal case of hubris. Took up the mantel "The Judge" and travelled Europe, slaughtering entire towns, but leaving no bodies or signs of life. He would judge who was worthy of living or not, but found liars and sinners everywhere he turned. This soon learned to be a dangerous lifestyle when he drew the attention of bounty hunters and eventually the governments and their armies. Chased out of Europe by several hundred mounted soldiers, he took it as a sign that he should make a change of lifestyle.

The heat from the shinigami had gone off of his back, forgotten or presumed dead he did not know, but he decided to return to the starting place. In the early 1600s he moves back to Japan, a small town named Karakura. There was a large density of spiritual movement there so he would be hidden by them, his appearance had aged since before, for a reason he did not know at the time. His doll taught him how to seal it, wanting to preserve its own existence as much as the Bounts. Under the agreement that every time he went home, he would release the doll so it could stretch its legs.

He stayed there, collecting resources, gems, paintings, artefacts and pieces he could hold and preserve through the ages to ensure an easy life in the future. It worked. In the early 1900s he started selling, having done various jobs around Japan for work until then, he sold the first of his items and made enough to life comfortably for years. Moving out more and more stuff until non remained and he lost count of his money, gaining so much he had to place it in a bank. Now, this pissed him off, having to depend on mortals for his own well being. But it got the job done and his money remained safe.

Shiron moved to Karakura a few years before present time, making a name for himself as a curator of valuable objects, owning one of the largest collections of gold-based artefacts in all of japan. According to local police, no one has ever broken in, in truth, they have just never found the bodies. He couple handle most humans on his own, and has had minimal contact with any spiritual creatures, starting his own museum in the districts of the town. Most of his visitors and tourists come from Naruki, however he does not like people and so has employed a large staff to preserve the items for him. Rumour says, that a large majority of the staff have supernatural powers...