Post by Caspar Berg on Sept 19, 2017 10:31:51 GMT -5
Berg, Caspar
Unseated, Second division
[ Φ G L I M P S E Φ ]
Age / Apparent Age: 253 / early twenties
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6'0" & 160 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Golden head, blue-eyed
Positive Traits:
• Loyal
• Fair
• Reliable
• Kind
• Happy
Negative Traits:
• Loyal
• Inattentive at times
• Naive
Loyalties:
Caspar’s loyalties lie with those he trusts. As a member of the Gotei, he makes his decisions based on his feelings, following orders when asked yet always keeping an open mind to autonomy, drawing conclusions when the situation demands. Having to choose between his kin and peers is a crossroad he hopes to never arrive at, as he could not tell you which path he would take, if any.
Snapshots:
[-253] Year 1764 :: Born in Gothenburg, Sweden
[-210] Year 1807 :: Death by at the time unknown illness, most likely cancer
[-210] Year 1807 :: Purification and passage to Soul Society
[-209] Year 1808 :: Wanders around Rukongai, looking for a home
[-199] Year 1818 :: Settles down in the 7th District
[-090] Year 1927 :: Learns the simple trade of the merchant
[-070] Year 1947 :: Opens a trade shop
[-022] Year 1995 :: A fire burns down his shop
[-022] Year 1995 :: Meets Lyvalaea and interacts with a Shinigami for the first time
[-006] Year 2011 :: Entered the Shinigami Academy
[-001] Year 2016 :: Graduated the Shinigami Academy, enlistment in the Second
[ Φ F A C A D E Φ ]
Physical Description:
Standing tall, Caspar fits quite well along his Scandinavian peers. The young boy stands at just about six feet, which fits well in comparison to his quite slim body. The young Viking seemingly in his early twenties, does not lack the strength you would expect from his Nordic heritage, despite the fact that his muscle tone is somewhat nonexistent. His wavy, golden hair hangs loosely almost to his shoulders, matching the color of his full beard, reaching past his neck. At times, when he wears a ponytail, you can see the almost bald shaved sides he keeps.
You would normally expect a colder, more stern look from someone with his icy blue eyes. Yet by only looking at his eyes can you see the grand smile that is almost constantly plastered over his face.
The golden head wears the standard shihakushou with a few small altercations. The usually white obi has been replaced with a red and yellow one, signifying the flag of the north, matching the color of the hair tie he sometimes wears. In a golden yellow tone, the Shinigami has decorated his left sleeve with the Nordic runes for mountain, representing the meaning of his name, ᛒᛂᚱᚵ.
Like his fellow western countrymen, the boy has a tendency to roll his r’s. To add more contrast to most of the swedes, his voice has a more melodic tone rather than the flat, monotone one that can be heard from most of his Scandinavian peers.
Spiritual Description:
Caspars’ reiatsu manifests itself in a manner not unlike that of a cowl, covering him from top to toe in a darker blue color. A spooky appearance if nothing else, it turns even darker and grows larger as he pours emotion and power into it. The cowl starts to slip off of what appears to take the form of a skull, adorned with the antlers of a deer. It invokes a particular feeling of darkness, not necessarily evil but not the most kind one either.
[ Φ C H A R I S M A Φ ]
Personality:
Laying your eyes upon the bearded reaper for the first time, you may form the opinion that he appears to be a very aloof. The blue eyes paired with his stiff posture almost make it seem as if the young man is out of place no matter where. That could not be further from the truth. Looking deeper and closer would probably change your view of him. A couple of interactions with him and you’d already feel the warmth his eyes actually reflect. Paired with his great attitude towards everything, he wears a smile which definitely shows how he is lacking the usual coolness you would expect from someone looking like him.
The young man, who can seem determined, could just as easily become distracted and leave the task at hand on a whim. Whether it’s his own thoughts or the interjection of others, he has shown in the past to sometimes be inattentive and become sidetracked, a trait he has criticized himself for many times.
A strange persona indeed, the boy, whose nature can seem so innocent, clearly seems to have some sort of motive behind his actions. Such visual joy paired with the path he has chosen since entering the Gotei seem a bit… off. A feeling of uneasiness, not unlike the one his spiritual pressure expresses, if anything. Or perhaps that’s what he would like you to think.
Goals:
• To release his zanpakutou
• Find the person who burned down his shop
• Rise in the ranks of the Second Division
Achievements:
• Storeowner
• Graduated from the Shinoreijutsuin
• Joined the Second Division
[ Φ N Ó T T Φ ]
Zanpakutō Spirit:
A master of the horse, rider of Frostmane, the cavalier travels on her beast whenever she makes her appearance. A magnificent animal if nothing else, dressed in the color of charcoal, it wears nothing but the reins its rider holds.
The ghastly woman has been seen to emerge from the shadows. Her long, pitch-black hair travels past her waist, appearing to fuse with the four legged creatures’ almost identical fur. Looking past the hair, you notice a similar shade of dark in her eyes. Following her irises, a crack appears below each eye, coming down just past her scarlet lips.
Her armor, just as shadowy and ebony as everything else about her, appears to be of light leather. Her harness, adorned with a tiny giantess in silver on each shoulder, folds over itself as far as her hair reaches. A sun and a moon each to ornate her arm bracers and pair of thin leather gloves, one for the day and the other for the night.
Inner World:
Much like the world of the frost giants, her home is a dark, ice world in what seems to be a distant place in the universe. It’s a very cold and barren wasteland with little sun and a frosty wintery landscape.
Leagues beyond the wasteland, a stronghold stands, reaching towards the heavens. A castle made of a dark ice, covered in shadows and ebony banners, bearing the mark of the giants. Unmanned and too huge for anyone living to reside in, the spirit rests in a small house on the outskirts of the castle grounds. Her abode appears simple, four walls, a roof and a stall for her horse; for her it is enough.
Power:
Caspar is able to manipulate shadows to some extent, giving him the ability to bind as well as step through a shadow almost instantaneously. Though the movement is limited in range and usage, the reaper utilizes his abilities to its fullest potential. Each stride takes a toll on his body, more so depending on the range and number of successful usages.
Zanpakutō:
Although the blade is just a decoration, the might of this young boy’s zanpakutou shouldn’t be forgotten. The length of the katana is nothing special – a mere 60 cm blade with a hilt that has a third of its length. A sakura-shaped guard defines the asauchi to what it is - an object of simplicity and beauty.
[ Φ R E C O R D Φ ]
Origin:
A dark, long night would mark the day the young swede made his way into the world. There was not an absence of light yet the sun had not yet risen during the winter solstice as the boy was placed in the arms of his mother. The year was 1764 and it was a cold night late in December when his mother had first started to feel the contractions. A drove of handmaidens, doctors and midwives crowded the room, every single one with the intent to help.
Two of them aided the doctor with tools, towels and hot water, another two sat by and spoke encouraging words to the mother who was about to give birth. A fifth one seemed a bit out of place and did not really know what to do. The mother did not want to leave anything to risk and the father was wealthy enough for it to not be the case so they had even brought in a young new mother to give the boy the tit in case his mother could not. Despite all the people, not counting the mother, the most important person was missing; his father.
Just as he had been brought into this world without his father by his side, the boy had been raised and lived through most of his childhood without the man there. The coast city in Sweden had for the past 100 years been a starting point for the Scandinavians who had made the decision to travel across the Atlantic and settle in the Americas. Caspar’s grandfather had been one of the founders of a huge, transatlantic trading company, which had in time expanded into more than just trading goods. During its uprising in the 17th century, they had been given a charter from their King, a great chance to expand its business and thrive off of it.
The young boy’s father had inherited his position in the company, leaving him out of many important milestones of the golden heads life. He had missed his first smile, first spoken word and even when the boy first managed to take a step without falling.
Instead, the now reaper had spent most of his time with his mother, a young woman from the eastern parts of the Norwegian lands. Just like his father, he had been homeschooled by a variety of teachers brought from all over the world. A master of several different languages had taught him to speak English, Mandarin, Russian and Arabic. Another one taught him mathematics and physics and a third, an expert in business, showed him how his future would look like. There were several others, for every subject you could imagine.
He had the privilege to learn from a great deal of teachers, all capable in their own fields. But there was one thing he had learned only from his mother: love. Despite the lack of a father and the strenuous schooling, he knew as long as his mother was by his side, he would be able to pull through.
And he did. A good scholar and an even better person, he had managed to learn all that was of importance to him by his twentieth birthday. His father had gifted him with a part of the company to run as his own. A pair of ships capable of moving across the Atlantic together with a crew, a shipping route and a customer. Everything had been set up for him to succeed.
His first trip across the great sea happened around the time of his 25th summer, as the boy followed one of his ships across its route to the land of the Americas. He had a particular interest in history and had looked forward to the trip for many years. His stay lasted only a month though, leaving him with little to do but business and a few hours of sightseeing. On his way back home, he had picked up the bad habit of smoking.
Many years passed and many trips were travelled. The young man had explored most of the east coast during his travels while his business was flourishing. The two ships he had gotten from his father had been turned into a small fleet with over a dozen trading ships.
Somewhere around his 40th birthday, he had come down with a bad cough and had been in bed for several weeks before they had called a doctor. He had felt chest pains for several weeks and had been weak for a while longer. The doctor who performed the examination, the same one that was present during his birth, gave him good news. The Nordic businessman had come down with a pulmonary disorder and simply needed to rest.
He stayed in bed for another couple of weeks before one morning, he suddenly passed, with both his mother and father in the room. The disease, unlike what the doctor had thought, took his life swiftly and a mother and father had lost their son.
Only a few weeks later, as a soul, the boy watched as they hoisted down his body into the ground and buried him. The weather had turned bad that morning and the rain was pouring from the heavens. He could not feel it but he knew that the ground below him was soft and wet. He imagined that the heavens were feeling the sadness of his mother, yet he discarded the feeling after a few seconds, remembering that this was the most common climate in his hometown. As he turned around to leave the burial grounds he felt a strange sensation and a strike to his head. It took him merely a few seconds and he had woken up with the sun shining in his face.
His passage to the Souru Sosaeti had been swift and painless, although it had taken him a while to realize what had happened to him. The few days he wandered around the earth as a spirit were already strange enough; he had heard tales about ghosts and the afterlife. There were even talks about heaven as the Swedish royalties had used his family’s company to spread the religion of Christianity. But what he found when he woke up was something he could never have imagined.
He had landed in the 7th district, clueless about anything he was about to encounter. All his years of schooling were meaningless for him now. His first few days in the afterlife he spent alone. He had managed to escape the inner sanctum of the city and hid in the outskirts. Stealing food from a market, a set of clothes from a clothesline and a pair of shoes right outside a house were some of his first actions.
It took him only a day to realize that the food he had stolen, a simple loaf of bread, was not needed. He could not feel any hunger nor did he feel that he was growing weaker as the day passed. A few more hours and he barely felt the need to sleep. Yet he did. Finding a tree to rest under was not all too difficult and the set of clothes he had stolen fit him well and kept the warmth.
New to this world, he was curious. So he set out to learn and started exploring the district he had landed in. He talked to everyone he came across, asked questions about where he was, who they were and why he was here. And for some reason unknown to him, everyone seemed to know. He had come to the conclusion that this was the afterlife yet he had no idea how something so huge existed beyond his life. It took him almost 10 years of searching around different districts near Seireitei before he decided to go back to whence he first came and settle. He had learned not to go past the 50th district and never beyond the 60th. Those were areas of danger and poverty, untouched by the rule and laws of men.
He worked for several years, doing many different things and learning several trades before he finally found something that felt familiar. During a visit to the 2nd district of Rukongai, the Viking descendant happened upon a man of great stature. One wealthier than both his father and his father before him. The two men happened upon each other and after a series of conversations, the tycoon seemed impressed with the golden head. With his approval, he followed him around for twenty years, learning the different aspects of trade in Soul Society; things he had not learned during his life. This led to him having a great deal of understanding around economics and with the man’s blessing, he returned to his home in the 7th district.
Back home, he found a small storefront, enough to hold a variety of items and opened up a shop. His first order of business was something that was easily accessible and what he thought everyone needed, clothing. Business went great for multitude of years, expanding both his variety and inventory and even managing to up the size of his store.
He was not after riches, as he had been during his past life, nor was he interested in becoming someone as well-known and sought after as the man he had followed. All he sought after was to live a comfortable afterlife.
As he woke up one day, he noticed a strange smell and went outside, following the odor. Coming out of the door, he remembered what it was and started looking for the smoke he smelled. As he turned his head in the direction of his store, a few miles away, he saw the flames spraying in every direction. Before he had even made it there, the property had burned to the ground.
A dispatch team of Shinigami had been sent to case the area, searching for casualties and putting the people of the 7th district in safety. During this time, a small, strawberry blonde female approached him with comforting words. She was the first to show compassion and not pity towards him which made him feel a little more at ease.
A whole year had passed before he had gotten over what had happened to his shop. Unlike what most of his customers and neighbors thought, he refused to open up again. This was the second time in his life where it had ended abruptly for him and his plans had failed. He started spending more time outside of other people's company, keeping mostly to himself during the day and sleeping in late in the morning.
One day, he remembered the shinigami he had met. For some reason, even a year later, something she said had stuck to him. The silver-haired Slav had reminded him not to give up and had brought up the Shinoreijutsuin. He had been too upset at the time to think too much of it yet now, during a somber time in his life, he remembered her and her words of the spiritual academy again.
During the next few years, the boy focused on training not only his body but also his spirit. It took him a while before managing to control the spiritual pressure surging through his body and even longer to actually feel strength coursing through him. A few years passed before he mustered up the courage to apply. A single try and he was in.
Rise to Power:
He had not realized the power the woman who had led him to becoming a Shinigami. During his first few weeks he barely managed to get through the days in the academy. The lessons were hard and the training was tough. He was a bright man, schooled by great scholars and brought up by upstanding men. Yet this proved to be a challenge to him, more so than anything he had ever done before.
Caspar managed to work his way through the academy, year after year, growing stronger by every day. His hand to hand combat had become one of his greatest strengths, along with his speed. He had somehow managed to work his way to the top of his class when it came to these two aspects. Of course, there were students more diligent than him, ones who excelled not only in one or two areas but in all. He could naught but stay behind those who outdid him, yet he had to set a goal for himself.
This led to him reading up on the different sides and divisions of the Gotei, learning about all the Captains and their ways before finally deciding where he wanted to end up.
Straight out of the academy, he developed an interest towards the Onmitsukido. The precision required to perform and execute the tasks handed to them, a direct link to the darkness of the world and another way for him to evolve had presented itself. Lyvalaea had shown him what it meant to be a reaper but he wanted to know more of this world. All the things he had learned as he arrived in Rukongai, wandering around Soul Society, following a pompous tycoon and even owning his own small shop, all seemed moot in the face of what he could learn if he managed to master the art of the Second Division. This was where his journey started.
Call to Action:
Unseated, Second division
[ Φ G L I M P S E Φ ]
Age / Apparent Age: 253 / early twenties
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6'0" & 160 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Golden head, blue-eyed
Positive Traits:
• Loyal
• Fair
• Reliable
• Kind
• Happy
Negative Traits:
• Loyal
• Inattentive at times
• Naive
Loyalties:
Caspar’s loyalties lie with those he trusts. As a member of the Gotei, he makes his decisions based on his feelings, following orders when asked yet always keeping an open mind to autonomy, drawing conclusions when the situation demands. Having to choose between his kin and peers is a crossroad he hopes to never arrive at, as he could not tell you which path he would take, if any.
Snapshots:
[-253] Year 1764 :: Born in Gothenburg, Sweden
[-210] Year 1807 :: Death by at the time unknown illness, most likely cancer
[-210] Year 1807 :: Purification and passage to Soul Society
[-209] Year 1808 :: Wanders around Rukongai, looking for a home
[-199] Year 1818 :: Settles down in the 7th District
[-090] Year 1927 :: Learns the simple trade of the merchant
[-070] Year 1947 :: Opens a trade shop
[-022] Year 1995 :: A fire burns down his shop
[-022] Year 1995 :: Meets Lyvalaea and interacts with a Shinigami for the first time
[-006] Year 2011 :: Entered the Shinigami Academy
[-001] Year 2016 :: Graduated the Shinigami Academy, enlistment in the Second
[ Φ F A C A D E Φ ]
Physical Description:
Standing tall, Caspar fits quite well along his Scandinavian peers. The young boy stands at just about six feet, which fits well in comparison to his quite slim body. The young Viking seemingly in his early twenties, does not lack the strength you would expect from his Nordic heritage, despite the fact that his muscle tone is somewhat nonexistent. His wavy, golden hair hangs loosely almost to his shoulders, matching the color of his full beard, reaching past his neck. At times, when he wears a ponytail, you can see the almost bald shaved sides he keeps.
You would normally expect a colder, more stern look from someone with his icy blue eyes. Yet by only looking at his eyes can you see the grand smile that is almost constantly plastered over his face.
The golden head wears the standard shihakushou with a few small altercations. The usually white obi has been replaced with a red and yellow one, signifying the flag of the north, matching the color of the hair tie he sometimes wears. In a golden yellow tone, the Shinigami has decorated his left sleeve with the Nordic runes for mountain, representing the meaning of his name, ᛒᛂᚱᚵ.
Like his fellow western countrymen, the boy has a tendency to roll his r’s. To add more contrast to most of the swedes, his voice has a more melodic tone rather than the flat, monotone one that can be heard from most of his Scandinavian peers.
Spiritual Description:
Caspars’ reiatsu manifests itself in a manner not unlike that of a cowl, covering him from top to toe in a darker blue color. A spooky appearance if nothing else, it turns even darker and grows larger as he pours emotion and power into it. The cowl starts to slip off of what appears to take the form of a skull, adorned with the antlers of a deer. It invokes a particular feeling of darkness, not necessarily evil but not the most kind one either.
[ Φ C H A R I S M A Φ ]
Personality:
Laying your eyes upon the bearded reaper for the first time, you may form the opinion that he appears to be a very aloof. The blue eyes paired with his stiff posture almost make it seem as if the young man is out of place no matter where. That could not be further from the truth. Looking deeper and closer would probably change your view of him. A couple of interactions with him and you’d already feel the warmth his eyes actually reflect. Paired with his great attitude towards everything, he wears a smile which definitely shows how he is lacking the usual coolness you would expect from someone looking like him.
The young man, who can seem determined, could just as easily become distracted and leave the task at hand on a whim. Whether it’s his own thoughts or the interjection of others, he has shown in the past to sometimes be inattentive and become sidetracked, a trait he has criticized himself for many times.
A strange persona indeed, the boy, whose nature can seem so innocent, clearly seems to have some sort of motive behind his actions. Such visual joy paired with the path he has chosen since entering the Gotei seem a bit… off. A feeling of uneasiness, not unlike the one his spiritual pressure expresses, if anything. Or perhaps that’s what he would like you to think.
Goals:
• To release his zanpakutou
• Find the person who burned down his shop
• Rise in the ranks of the Second Division
Achievements:
• Storeowner
• Graduated from the Shinoreijutsuin
• Joined the Second Division
[ Φ N Ó T T Φ ]
Zanpakutō Spirit:
A master of the horse, rider of Frostmane, the cavalier travels on her beast whenever she makes her appearance. A magnificent animal if nothing else, dressed in the color of charcoal, it wears nothing but the reins its rider holds.
The ghastly woman has been seen to emerge from the shadows. Her long, pitch-black hair travels past her waist, appearing to fuse with the four legged creatures’ almost identical fur. Looking past the hair, you notice a similar shade of dark in her eyes. Following her irises, a crack appears below each eye, coming down just past her scarlet lips.
Her armor, just as shadowy and ebony as everything else about her, appears to be of light leather. Her harness, adorned with a tiny giantess in silver on each shoulder, folds over itself as far as her hair reaches. A sun and a moon each to ornate her arm bracers and pair of thin leather gloves, one for the day and the other for the night.
Inner World:
Much like the world of the frost giants, her home is a dark, ice world in what seems to be a distant place in the universe. It’s a very cold and barren wasteland with little sun and a frosty wintery landscape.
Leagues beyond the wasteland, a stronghold stands, reaching towards the heavens. A castle made of a dark ice, covered in shadows and ebony banners, bearing the mark of the giants. Unmanned and too huge for anyone living to reside in, the spirit rests in a small house on the outskirts of the castle grounds. Her abode appears simple, four walls, a roof and a stall for her horse; for her it is enough.
Power:
Caspar is able to manipulate shadows to some extent, giving him the ability to bind as well as step through a shadow almost instantaneously. Though the movement is limited in range and usage, the reaper utilizes his abilities to its fullest potential. Each stride takes a toll on his body, more so depending on the range and number of successful usages.
Zanpakutō:
Although the blade is just a decoration, the might of this young boy’s zanpakutou shouldn’t be forgotten. The length of the katana is nothing special – a mere 60 cm blade with a hilt that has a third of its length. A sakura-shaped guard defines the asauchi to what it is - an object of simplicity and beauty.
[ Φ R E C O R D Φ ]
Origin:
A dark, long night would mark the day the young swede made his way into the world. There was not an absence of light yet the sun had not yet risen during the winter solstice as the boy was placed in the arms of his mother. The year was 1764 and it was a cold night late in December when his mother had first started to feel the contractions. A drove of handmaidens, doctors and midwives crowded the room, every single one with the intent to help.
Two of them aided the doctor with tools, towels and hot water, another two sat by and spoke encouraging words to the mother who was about to give birth. A fifth one seemed a bit out of place and did not really know what to do. The mother did not want to leave anything to risk and the father was wealthy enough for it to not be the case so they had even brought in a young new mother to give the boy the tit in case his mother could not. Despite all the people, not counting the mother, the most important person was missing; his father.
Just as he had been brought into this world without his father by his side, the boy had been raised and lived through most of his childhood without the man there. The coast city in Sweden had for the past 100 years been a starting point for the Scandinavians who had made the decision to travel across the Atlantic and settle in the Americas. Caspar’s grandfather had been one of the founders of a huge, transatlantic trading company, which had in time expanded into more than just trading goods. During its uprising in the 17th century, they had been given a charter from their King, a great chance to expand its business and thrive off of it.
The young boy’s father had inherited his position in the company, leaving him out of many important milestones of the golden heads life. He had missed his first smile, first spoken word and even when the boy first managed to take a step without falling.
Instead, the now reaper had spent most of his time with his mother, a young woman from the eastern parts of the Norwegian lands. Just like his father, he had been homeschooled by a variety of teachers brought from all over the world. A master of several different languages had taught him to speak English, Mandarin, Russian and Arabic. Another one taught him mathematics and physics and a third, an expert in business, showed him how his future would look like. There were several others, for every subject you could imagine.
He had the privilege to learn from a great deal of teachers, all capable in their own fields. But there was one thing he had learned only from his mother: love. Despite the lack of a father and the strenuous schooling, he knew as long as his mother was by his side, he would be able to pull through.
And he did. A good scholar and an even better person, he had managed to learn all that was of importance to him by his twentieth birthday. His father had gifted him with a part of the company to run as his own. A pair of ships capable of moving across the Atlantic together with a crew, a shipping route and a customer. Everything had been set up for him to succeed.
His first trip across the great sea happened around the time of his 25th summer, as the boy followed one of his ships across its route to the land of the Americas. He had a particular interest in history and had looked forward to the trip for many years. His stay lasted only a month though, leaving him with little to do but business and a few hours of sightseeing. On his way back home, he had picked up the bad habit of smoking.
Many years passed and many trips were travelled. The young man had explored most of the east coast during his travels while his business was flourishing. The two ships he had gotten from his father had been turned into a small fleet with over a dozen trading ships.
Somewhere around his 40th birthday, he had come down with a bad cough and had been in bed for several weeks before they had called a doctor. He had felt chest pains for several weeks and had been weak for a while longer. The doctor who performed the examination, the same one that was present during his birth, gave him good news. The Nordic businessman had come down with a pulmonary disorder and simply needed to rest.
He stayed in bed for another couple of weeks before one morning, he suddenly passed, with both his mother and father in the room. The disease, unlike what the doctor had thought, took his life swiftly and a mother and father had lost their son.
Only a few weeks later, as a soul, the boy watched as they hoisted down his body into the ground and buried him. The weather had turned bad that morning and the rain was pouring from the heavens. He could not feel it but he knew that the ground below him was soft and wet. He imagined that the heavens were feeling the sadness of his mother, yet he discarded the feeling after a few seconds, remembering that this was the most common climate in his hometown. As he turned around to leave the burial grounds he felt a strange sensation and a strike to his head. It took him merely a few seconds and he had woken up with the sun shining in his face.
His passage to the Souru Sosaeti had been swift and painless, although it had taken him a while to realize what had happened to him. The few days he wandered around the earth as a spirit were already strange enough; he had heard tales about ghosts and the afterlife. There were even talks about heaven as the Swedish royalties had used his family’s company to spread the religion of Christianity. But what he found when he woke up was something he could never have imagined.
He had landed in the 7th district, clueless about anything he was about to encounter. All his years of schooling were meaningless for him now. His first few days in the afterlife he spent alone. He had managed to escape the inner sanctum of the city and hid in the outskirts. Stealing food from a market, a set of clothes from a clothesline and a pair of shoes right outside a house were some of his first actions.
It took him only a day to realize that the food he had stolen, a simple loaf of bread, was not needed. He could not feel any hunger nor did he feel that he was growing weaker as the day passed. A few more hours and he barely felt the need to sleep. Yet he did. Finding a tree to rest under was not all too difficult and the set of clothes he had stolen fit him well and kept the warmth.
New to this world, he was curious. So he set out to learn and started exploring the district he had landed in. He talked to everyone he came across, asked questions about where he was, who they were and why he was here. And for some reason unknown to him, everyone seemed to know. He had come to the conclusion that this was the afterlife yet he had no idea how something so huge existed beyond his life. It took him almost 10 years of searching around different districts near Seireitei before he decided to go back to whence he first came and settle. He had learned not to go past the 50th district and never beyond the 60th. Those were areas of danger and poverty, untouched by the rule and laws of men.
He worked for several years, doing many different things and learning several trades before he finally found something that felt familiar. During a visit to the 2nd district of Rukongai, the Viking descendant happened upon a man of great stature. One wealthier than both his father and his father before him. The two men happened upon each other and after a series of conversations, the tycoon seemed impressed with the golden head. With his approval, he followed him around for twenty years, learning the different aspects of trade in Soul Society; things he had not learned during his life. This led to him having a great deal of understanding around economics and with the man’s blessing, he returned to his home in the 7th district.
Back home, he found a small storefront, enough to hold a variety of items and opened up a shop. His first order of business was something that was easily accessible and what he thought everyone needed, clothing. Business went great for multitude of years, expanding both his variety and inventory and even managing to up the size of his store.
He was not after riches, as he had been during his past life, nor was he interested in becoming someone as well-known and sought after as the man he had followed. All he sought after was to live a comfortable afterlife.
As he woke up one day, he noticed a strange smell and went outside, following the odor. Coming out of the door, he remembered what it was and started looking for the smoke he smelled. As he turned his head in the direction of his store, a few miles away, he saw the flames spraying in every direction. Before he had even made it there, the property had burned to the ground.
A dispatch team of Shinigami had been sent to case the area, searching for casualties and putting the people of the 7th district in safety. During this time, a small, strawberry blonde female approached him with comforting words. She was the first to show compassion and not pity towards him which made him feel a little more at ease.
A whole year had passed before he had gotten over what had happened to his shop. Unlike what most of his customers and neighbors thought, he refused to open up again. This was the second time in his life where it had ended abruptly for him and his plans had failed. He started spending more time outside of other people's company, keeping mostly to himself during the day and sleeping in late in the morning.
One day, he remembered the shinigami he had met. For some reason, even a year later, something she said had stuck to him. The silver-haired Slav had reminded him not to give up and had brought up the Shinoreijutsuin. He had been too upset at the time to think too much of it yet now, during a somber time in his life, he remembered her and her words of the spiritual academy again.
During the next few years, the boy focused on training not only his body but also his spirit. It took him a while before managing to control the spiritual pressure surging through his body and even longer to actually feel strength coursing through him. A few years passed before he mustered up the courage to apply. A single try and he was in.
Rise to Power:
He had not realized the power the woman who had led him to becoming a Shinigami. During his first few weeks he barely managed to get through the days in the academy. The lessons were hard and the training was tough. He was a bright man, schooled by great scholars and brought up by upstanding men. Yet this proved to be a challenge to him, more so than anything he had ever done before.
Caspar managed to work his way through the academy, year after year, growing stronger by every day. His hand to hand combat had become one of his greatest strengths, along with his speed. He had somehow managed to work his way to the top of his class when it came to these two aspects. Of course, there were students more diligent than him, ones who excelled not only in one or two areas but in all. He could naught but stay behind those who outdid him, yet he had to set a goal for himself.
This led to him reading up on the different sides and divisions of the Gotei, learning about all the Captains and their ways before finally deciding where he wanted to end up.
Straight out of the academy, he developed an interest towards the Onmitsukido. The precision required to perform and execute the tasks handed to them, a direct link to the darkness of the world and another way for him to evolve had presented itself. Lyvalaea had shown him what it meant to be a reaper but he wanted to know more of this world. All the things he had learned as he arrived in Rukongai, wandering around Soul Society, following a pompous tycoon and even owning his own small shop, all seemed moot in the face of what he could learn if he managed to master the art of the Second Division. This was where his journey started.
Call to Action:
