Post by Niaga Hinsshi on Nov 21, 2011 19:13:36 GMT -5
Hinsshi walked forward slowly along the paths of the designated Testing Facility, he has left the spot of the Taicho of Third squad to come and save this fallen squad from itself. he sighed as he scratched at the scars on his face, his letter to the Soutaicho for the requested testing at the recommendation of several Central 46 Members had allowed this test to be accepted. He walked forward the massive seven foot four man towering over the guards as he walked past them, knocking slowly on the large Wooden door he yawned and slid his hands into his pockets. When the voice called out, "Name and Rank?!" he slowly arched a brow, "Niaga Hinsshi ... X-Fukutaicho of Second Squad, X-Taicho of Third Squad, Here to take the Test for Kidou Corps Commander, Open the damn door already ..." He sighed some, as there was a stumbling inside and the door slid open revealing a white-faced Shinigami who bowed repeatedly, "Gomenasai Sir! We weren't expecting you so early!" He just rolled his eyes and sighed, patting the man on the head like a child as he slid in the floor creaking under his weight. "Where's the other old people?" Hinsshi said glancing down to the man, who blinked and frowned, "If you mean the other Taicho, their in the room just infront of you." He pointed and Hinsshi nodded before heading forward, pushing the door open he plopped down onto the pillows that were his seat and resting his large chin in his hand.
Hinsshi was a giant among men, being seven foot four in height and built like a tank, his nose was slightly bend as if it had been constantly beaten and broken, and his warm brown eyes watched the Soutaicho and the other two Taicho there calmly. He scratched his beard slowly a moment thinking before he shifted into a more polite and comfortable sitting, eying the three a moment as his dark skin now shone in the light, coated in crisscrossing ugly scar's from past battles of survival in third squad, as well as failed assassinations cars from his second squad life. The most prominent being the 'T' shape scar that crosses over his face and nose over his left eye and nose. Crossing into his hair and beard where no hair grows any longer from how badly he was damaged, his hair cropped down into a military crew-cut, his hair on top of his hair being slightly longer and full of curls and waves despite only being around an inch and a half long. The other nasty scar, being one that crosses along his throat entirely, as if a profession assassination nearly took not just his life but his head as well, possibly explaining the deep gravely voice of an old man. The smell of flowers gently began to fill the room, before he intertwined his fingers, no form of Zanpaktou rested on his body at all as his eyes met their own. "You accepted my Testing I suppose ...? Well, where do we start?" He said with a slight grin and bowed his head respectfully.