Amir Gheisari [WIP]

Amir is a man who still struggles against how is was raised. The man he was centuries ago is slowly fading away, but there are some things that he still feels and thinks that not many people would look fondly on today. Women would call him a sexist pig and other men would steer clear of him if he let something slip, which he does sometimes. Amir was raised in a Muslim culture, where women must hide themselves to everyone but their husbands. It is a place where men are the superior of the sexes. He grew up with a weak willed mother that bowed at his Father's feet. His Father taught him that women are there to respect men, that he is always better than women, and that he could have as many women as he wanted. The more wives he had, the higher his social status would be. This was the culture that Amir knew and loved.

It took a long time, longer than he cares to admit, for Amir to try and want to change his behavior. He used to always be disgusted in the modern behaviors of men and women. The amount of weak willed men created by the feminist uprising was just depressing. He watched communities have major struggles with the idea of being homosexual. He watched women complain about men not taking care of them, but bitch when a man acts like a gentleman. The entire world was screwing itself over with these stupid changes. Amir understood the need for gender and racial equality, but there was one part of it that he couldn't agree with, and that was what felt like the intentional emasculation of males. What science said was biologically engineered into male DNA was being ignored because it might hurt someone's feelings.

It is because this that Amir hasn't been able to adjust to modern thought. He still thinks a woman is the gentle, loving, passionate, and dependent side of the sexes while men are the strong, logical, quietly-caring, independent side. It's the yin and yang theory, while with what he sees in today's society being too much yin in yang and too much yang in yin. The balance is gone and so has any sense of morals, stability, and tradition. All you have to do is take a look around at the general side of society and you can see it quite clearly. Yes, some things needed a change, but Amir will never believe that the emasculation of men and the defeminizing of women was the right way to go. Because of this mindset, Amir proudly speaks of men and women in these manners. He just accidentally lets a bit of sexism slip every now and then.

Having never had a true childhood of his own, Amir still has some childish tendencies that keep to his personality. He has a habit of denying that he did something wrong, blaming others, and pouting when he doesn't get his way. Luckily this isn't a strong trait that takes him over on a daily basis. His strong traits are centered more around chivalry and politeness. He's the type to open up a door for another person, not just a woman. He'll pull out someone's chair before they sit down, pay the bill if he was the one who asked them out, make sure people get home safely, be the designated driver of the group, and so on. He's a lot more selfless than people would first take him for. It's not that he likes helping people or intentionally goes out of his way to do it. It's just a part of who he is. He sees someone in need and he does what he can to help.



I was born in the year thirteen-ten, but I do not remember the country. With my accent and beliefs that I have been having to adjust to, it shows that I was born in the middle east. I would guess, eh, somewhere around Iran, but it is even possible that I was born somewhere else. I do not care because my Father was rich and we moved a lot for his job. He did his best as a good Father and taught me many things about the world. I learned everything from my Father! He was a good man, a great man! His seven wives treated him like a King, and I aspired to be like him for many, many reasons. I would take over the family business when he retired, but the world was against us. My Father died when I was very young. The business was passed to me like planned, but the snakes of other companies took advantage of my lack of experience and stole it away. When I attempted to get it back, well, they had me transferred to an old orphanage. I believe I was eight at the time, close to being a man, but not close enough. Ah, well, what was a child to do? I can tell you. I waited and avenged my Father and family, of course I did.

You think I am a man to be betrayed? To be manipulated and wronged? I asked them that as they stood on their knees before me, bowing and begging to me like I was a King. I took their lives and then sent their wives and children off, the same way they sent me off. Using what I could, I attempted to find my Mother. With my Father dead, she was the only family I had. When I found her, the harlot married another man and had forgotten about me. She had three more children, one being a son, by this man. He was nothing more than a peasant, and she a disgraced whore. Tsk. You know, it's hard to talk about her that way now. It has been many years since then and I have been a changed man, at least I think. I was brought up in Islamic culture, I think. I was born a Muslim and raised a proud one. My views on women for many, years were slanted away from the modern day views. It took me until I died and was brought to the Soul Society to be put on a better, more clear path. It shames me to think on my old self, but at times it shows.

Yes, as I was saying. I found my Mother, insulted her, and left her with her new family. I never saw her again after that, and I doubt she ever thought of me. I returned to my old town, but when I arrived, I could sense something different about the place. Eyes were on me, and I later found that people had been searching for me. They found me, of course, and beat me within an inch of my life. In fact, I died that night! Haha. I laid there in the cold for a long time, but I couldn't move. I'm sure I had internal bleeding, or something, but a couple hours later I died. That was horrible. I had not felt that alone in a long time. I would not wish that on my mortal enemy, maybe. I might if he's that bad. Some people deserve to die like that. I do not think I did, but some people do deserve it. After I was brought to the Soul Society, I had to deal with some changes. The Rukongai was a huge place, but a poor place. I did not like it at all. I was not going to get used to poor life again. The orphanage was the only time I could accept that. Not again!

I was soon on my path to being a Shinigami. It took too long, damn it! Years! I was so angry. Before I had enough energy to qualify for the Academy, I had built a stupid mini-empire of thugs and ruffians to help me control a small neighborhood of sorts. I ruled that land. The angrier I got, the more those who lived there suffered. Agh, I was so pathetic! I hate thinking about it! The Seireitei humbled me, I hope. Finally enrolling in the Academy, I realized this was really hard. I didn't like school in life, but I forced myself through it in death hoping I would have a better future. Maybe I could find a wife? I was an average student, which was fine. I joined the Ninth Division. I went on lots of missions. I had duty in the world of the living. They never put me in my home country! That was great. I was mostly stationed in places like Egypt, Sudan, Lybia, Chad... I got to leave Africa sometimes, but I only went to Finland and Sweden then. It's so strange remembering how primitive the world was then. The population was pathetic too. It's why duty in the world of the living was actually not that common.

Anyways, that is the boring part of my life. The only interesting part comes years later. Like, years and years later. This bitch in my Division that wanted a little close to one of the upper ranks accused me of betraying our Division by letting some members on a mission die. The hollow was too damn powerful and I was knocked out early. Pathetic, I know. By the time I woke up, everyone but that stupid woman and I were dead. When I saw her, she was standing over the body of one of our comrades and the hollow with this scary smile on her face. When I confronted her, she started laughing and shrugged it off like it was nothing. I got so angry I grabbed her shoulders at the worst time. She intentionally fell back and of course back-up came while I was pinning her to the ground. I didn't even get a fair trial. They woman's tears and claims were taken at their word and I was sent to jail. It was last month that I got out, March 7th of 2418. What a waste of time. Of course, I have no idea where my accuser went. Apparently she fled a couple years later and no one knows where she's at. I'll find her myself.



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Skill Sheet

General Skills

• Durability: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• General Speed: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Strength: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Weapon Skill: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  

Racial Skills

• Hoho: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Kidō: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Zanjutsu: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Hakuda: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  

Will Skills

• Willpower: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Mental Deduction: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Pain Endurance: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner
  
• Focus: Master/Advanced/Adept/Beginner