Name: Miyamoto Morimoto

Alias: Miyamoto of the Bokken, The head of the Morimoto Nobles, Captain Morimoto, Commander-in-Chief of the Onmitsukidō, Grim Reaper Morimoto

Age: 429

Visual Age: 28

Gender: Male

Division: Nibantai, Second Division

Rank: Captain


Appearance: Miyamoto's hair is wild and uncontrolled. Its dark strands pulled back into a ponytail to keep it out of his face in battle. Those that have come out of the styling he has not put back, nor does he mess with those that could not fit letting them dance madly around his head giving him a some what intimidating look that is imbedded into his dark brown eyes, one that would kill if able, in the middle of combat, and one that had seen to many, when out side of it. His facial hair he keeps trimmed around his mouth and bare upon his cheeks. Feint scars litter his body, each one depicting where his kenjutsu skills had failed him.

Miyamoto wears the traditional shiganami outfit however he leaves out the white undergarments and his belt is black instead of the traditional white. His Captain's haori is white with a black diamond pattern along its bottom matching both the division mark on its back and the haori's sleeves. The inside of the Captain's haori is orange further marking it the property of the second division. When given the chance to remove it whether it be due to combat, the weather being to hot, or any other excuse he could think of he is sure to take his Captain's Haori off and leave it there.

Over all Miyamoto is a tall muscular man, standing at a hundred and eighty six centimeters, six foot one inch, and weighing in at eighty kilograms, one hundred and seventy-six pounds. He is a man build for speed over strength thoughhe has both. The muscular structure honed from countless sparing matches, training only the muscles necessary for him to fight with.

Personality: Miyamoto is a proud user and master of his Zanpakuto. In battle it is his first thing to utilize however he would hardly ever go to shikai or bankai unless he absolutely needs to. Knowing that he can not "draw" his zanpakuto until it is in his shikai state and for him to do so would be to summon Executive Militia members to him. Believing this to be an unfair advantage in a fight, do to having been part of the eleventh division, he will often times skip the shikai state altogether. In combat he focuses on speed and skill to defeat and dispatch his opposition because of this he deems speaking, specially monologging or speech giving in the middle of combat, great times to reward his opposition with a death intending attack for his opponents crimes.

Out side of combat Miyamoto might be seen as forgetful, with his Captain's haori typically being misplaced or discarded and then left there. For him it is an act so that he does not have to be a strict Captain like his father was, punishing those over the smallest of details, instead he can just claim that he has forgotten the transgression much like his haori. Against those that betray, abandon, or perform the taboo's of the soul society however do not get his leniency. As a noble he portrays what is expected of him, a subtle emotionless calm, allowing him to maintain a thought process with a clear mind. This also paints him as a target, being single, a captain, and head of the Morimoto noble family it is expectant at least from his mother for him to marry soon. A target he would be glad to get rid of If he could find the right one, though he isn't really looking all that hard.

Over all he aims to make the Soul Society better as a whole. Utilizing his off times to help train those that are working to better themselves, file paperwork, or take some time to himself to sit under a willow tree by a ponds edge just to drink tea, relax, and clear his mind.


History: Miyamoto was bread into the Morimoto clan. As a shinigami he was raised strictly for the perfection of combat that is seen within the Morimoto noble family. From the age of four his training began. Under direct supervision of his father Miyamoto would be tutored in the way of the sword, though unable to wield an actual Zanpakuto he would train for the first two years of his life with a common stick. By the age of six his father would upgrade his training to that of a Shinai. Every day was a new welt or bruise given to him by his father, a new lesson to learn and take heed for if he did not learn quickly the lesson would be relearned upon that already sore spot the fallowing day. To those out side the Morimoto heritage this might have seemed cruel yet since this life was the only one Miyamoto knew he excepted it and cherished the lessons he spent with his father as the elder passed on his wisdom. At age twelve he was able to go whole months without so much as a scratch during the lessons his father taught and by fourteen he had gone a whole year and even so it was only because his father was not attacking the boy at full power, but even so it called for the boys next step in training and he was given his first bokken.

Fourteen was an important year for the boy, for it started his formal training with the others born into the Morimoto clan. Though separated by a few years he would be moved out of the main house and into the barracks filled with his cousins, nephews, aunts, and uncles. The daily routine would become just that with each day starting before the sun for a daily sprint. The speed of which they ran did not matter however to be the slowest meant ridicule, shame, and missing out on the mornings meal. After breakfast would be a meditation like time to let the food settle though the younger adults of the Morimoto clan took it as a time to practice controlling their spiritual pressure and reiatsu, thus annoying their elders while causing the younger ones to nearly feint at the constant fluxes though it caused even the break to become a struggle to become stronger. Splitting up afterwards Miyamoto would go with others around his size. Throughout the rest of the morning he would spar with his family and though he was not the best he was not the worst either.

Lunch would signal a break from the fighting for the rest of the after noon however once dinner was over the training would begin once again however this time it would be sparring with bokken. In this Miyamoto would be undefeated do to the intensive training with his father. For the next fifty years his life would repeat this same routine during which his aging process would seem to slow way down so that he would retain the appearance of a sixteen year old by the time he was inducted into the shinigami academy. Weilding an Asauchi his teachers and parents would be proud. The meditative times in the Morimoto schedule before Miyamoto went off to attend his schooling was focused on the blade that slowly over time changed as it bonded with his own soul and became a zanpakuto. His lack of talent in kido was well made up for in his swordplay and hakuda skills and it was because of this, and the fact that he wanted to hone his skills even further even though it went against what his father wanted, Miyamoto would be assigned to squad eleven before his hundredth birthday.

It would still be ten more years before his Asauchi finally finished its transformation into a sealed Zanpakuto. It almost made those in his family laugh at him along with the rest of those within the Seireitei for it had taken the shape of a ebony bokken. The ridicule only egged him onward in his training and though his zanpakuto had taken up the appearance of a bokken sword Miyamoto had yet to have a challenger that could defeat him. His tallent and skill alowed him to overcome more powerful opponents that seemed to be found with in the eleventh division however it also pushed him to compliment his natural talent and skill with power, something he would not have been able to accomplish with in the second division. For two hundred years he worked his way up the unseated positions, each day growing closer to his zanpakuto until the fateful day it revealed its name to Miyamoto.

Onigatana, the demons blade revealed itself in mid combat between Miyamoto and a menos that had already taken out the rest of the squad that Miyamoto had been deployed with. Onigatana and Miyamoto had talked frequently within the past hundred and fifty years but it was seeing how Miyamoto had the strength to hold his own against the menos keeping it at bay though just barely that caused the prideful weapon to intervene. The wooden bokken form the blade took seemed to crumble and fall away like the leaves in Autumn revealing Onigatana's shikai form, a katana still in its sheath. Quickly drawing it Miyamoto would retain the sheath in his left hand using it to help defend himself as Miyamoto instinctively fallowed the blades instruction on flowing his reiatsu down it. The technique was one he already knew for he used it while Onigatana was still in its sealed form allowing the bokken to hold up with those in the shikai release, however now that it was in its shikai state it made Onigatana as sharp as a bankai typically would be. For this would be Miyamoto's saving grace allowing him to finally be able to pierce the menos' flesh and thus allowing him to purify its soul.

Upon his return alone from the barely successful mission he would find himself a position within the seated officers of the eleventh division. Time moved on and as Miyamoto's skill with Onigatana grew so did his standing within the seated officers until he was ranked up to the third seat of the squad. Miyamoto's father was glad of his son's achievements though he still stubbornly pestered his son about not being part of the second division until finally Miyamoto gave in having come to a point were he could not grow stronger any other way. He would be bumped down to fifth seat on his transfer however this was because he has to catch up to the assassin techniques that had been hidden from him do to his having joined the eleventh division. The set back did not last long however for Miyamoto was a true Morimoto and picked up the techniques fluidly his skill allowing him to step forward and become the divisions lieutenant within fifty years.

Having to deal with his father as captain became quite a pain from time to time but it pushed him to become stronger still as he put his focus on Onigatana. For years he faced the blade aiming to unlock both his and its true potential as a melee zanpakuto that drew its power though Miyamoto's own. It would be into the later part of this time that squirmishes between the Hallows and the Shinigami would truly start to break out and caught of guard Miyamoto's father would parish leaving the captains seat open. Enraged Miyamoto would face Onigatana in combat risking everything as he put his whole being on the line to achieve bankai. The struggle was long in Miyamoto's mind but it had been one that had lasted since he had achieved shikai. In the end Onigatana would yield and take its final form. Sheath opening to Skikai pummel Onigatana would seem to fuse into a new shape. Its handle lengthening it would become a pole arm of sorts the blade moving so that the weapon would go from what could be classified as a nagamaki to a scythe. It would be the bankai's scythe like appearance and the rage that had slaughtered the hollows that had killed the division captain that would earn the shiginami, a god of death, the nick name Grim Reaper Morimoto.

As soon as he had the chance he would contact the Captain commander, the Captain of division Eleven, and the Captain of division Eight to be his judges for his Captain Proficiency Test. Passing quickly Miyamoto, age three hundred and forty-six, would pick up the role that his father had left behind. As skirmishes flourished, Miyamoto found himself on the front lines more and more harnessing the power and learning the techniques that his Bankai contained. Things seemed to settle down with no true consequences as the years rolled past until it seemed all was calm. The peace that had drifted across the land created the opening for the tragedy that was the Blue Moon War. Miyamoto battled against the siege on the front lines leading his division that though they were highly skilled just did not have the power or experience with a stand up fight like Miyamoto, the head of the Morimoto noble family, had gotten while in the eleventh division. As a result many men from his division fell causing the Septima Espada to take it as a point of interest. Telling his men to pull back Miyamoto would face the Espada on his own. The battle between the two was short lived with the final act being Miyamoto deactivating his Bankai to shikai allowing him to get the drop on the overconfidence of his opponent and kill him with the same technique he used against the menos he had attained shikai against.

The increase in confidence of his men helped turn the tide of the battle and push the shinigami to victory though even that seemed short lived with the events that had occurred five months after.

Bump, bump, bump it up.

Approved. Power Class [B] rank assigned.