The rooster gives a sad crow.
Taken, way too soon.
Age: Unknown (Appears 19-21 years old)
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Race: Caucasian White
Family: None Known
Birthday: July 2nd
Position: Lieutenant of Squad Three
Weight: 150 pounds
Blonde hair, trimmed medium length, with blue eyes and thin but fit figure. His outfit consists of a basic black Shinigami kimono, with a long sleeve covering his left arm and a sleeveless right arm. He does this in order to better handle his Zanpakuto in Shikai, many times wrapping the chain around his sleeveless arm for more control. He has a gold obi sash, tied in a basic knot with medium-length trails. He keeps his Zanpakuto sheathed and across his back in a black sheath with a gold ribbon strapped over his chest.
Matsuo is nice and tries to keep a positive, warm attitude in the public eye, but hide sorrows and anger in the shadows. As such, he is slow to anger and tries to understand othe
or in the pitch black of night,
travel with caution,
and keep your path alight.
For it is at those hours,
when the sun is out of sight
that the spirits of the dead
arise from their coffins tight.
But the most mysterious of all,
of whose visage I now write,
is a woman in the wild,
whose dress is pale and bright.
She appears innocent and alluring,
gives no cause for fright,
and feigns a damsel in distress,
seems to lament past plight.
Many have given in,
tried to help her despite
the chill running down their spines
at her icy touch, only slight.
All souls who follow
in her ghastly tempting light
never return to the world,
their bodies torn outright.
Her rage at her children’s loss,
her scorn and sorrow’s might,
are akin to the flames of Hell
which for your soul she will ignite.
So I now tell you be wary
when the moon is at its height
to watch for her appearance
lest your life be whisked from sight.
God have mercy on those who see
The Woman dressed in Whi