Mayuri Kurotsuchi

PATIENT RECORD

» Name: Mayuri Kurotsuchi_______________ » Birthday: March 30th » Age: 500~600 » Gender: Male » Race: Shinigami » Association: Gotei United || S.R.D.I. [Head Researcher] » Alignment: Discovery » Marital Status: Are You Stupid? » Nationality: Japanese » Sexuality: Sapiosexual » Height: 5 ft, 8.5 in » Weight: 119 lb. » Hair Colour: Navy » Eye Colour: Gold

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PSYCHE

Egotistical is one of the nicer ways to describe the man - far kinder than sadistic, insane, cruel, or arrogant. Personal eccentricities only drive this further with public perception, between an odd sense of style and anti-social behaviors. Viewing entire worlds as insipid collections of idiots, Mayuri's own intelligence does more than to write his own self image, but to pre-determine his perception of others. This becomes apparent in the instances where he encounters those of similar, or somehow exceeding, levels of intelligence. From active derision and mockery to heated debates, malicious intent, and a loss of passivity in his regular aggression. Boisterous in his appraisals, there is an underlying penchant to gloat.

With few close personal relations, to consider him introverted would be incorrect. In the past, Mayuri has evaluated mathematically zero inherent value to life, caring only for what that life could be utilized for. The advances a corpse can be accounted for amounting to far more than the enjoyment of a life well lived, of love and compassion. Over decades, this has faded, his creation of the Nemuri project playing a large part in his experience. He highly regards this current generation of Nemuri, playing his own version of 'doting father'. No small part of his shift of perspective still rooted in logic; how much more could he get from one more corpse amongst a pile of thousands?

Having devoted his own life and purpose to discovery, to science, there is no length Mayuri is unwilling to go. This has extended to every aspect of his life, jumping in feet first to new interests and responsibilities. Feeding back into his self importance, he will exercise his will onto others, particularly subordinates. If he would lay down his life to protect Soul Society, then they will in his stead. A man devoid of remorse and hesitation, he does not ask for permission, and he does not apologize. There is nothing he is above to achieve his goals, a sociopath's morals defined by logic and educated guesses. Exemplified most in his 'field research', going to extensive lengths to test new procedures against opponents. Combined with ego, his judgement is guided almost entirely by personal preference.

BIOGRAPHY

Before the cage, there is nothing to know.

Dangerous ideas from a dangerous man, his story begins with chains and steel bars. Imprisoned in Maggot's Nest, Soul Society's highest security institution. Mayuri was treated with excessive caution, confined to a punitively small cell with around the clock supervision. Cruel and unusual experimentation on rukongai citizens, mutilations and illegal pharmaceuticals. A list of crimes that could climb the walls, but above all, jailed for his threat to the status quo. Only by the conniving of a Captain and the acknowledgement of his value, he was freed. Second in command of the newly formed Shinigami Research and Development Institute (S.R.D.I.), and third seat of the 12^th Squad; now reassigned as 'Research and Development', under its new leadership of Kisuke Urahara.

Mayuri made the most of his freedom quickly. The time spent in the Maggot's Nest had been invigorating for his mind; with little else to exercise, he had been lost in thought. Ideas and experiments waiting to be born, put away for the future. Now the future had come.

Practicality was first. To earn any standing he could within the Gotei, there was an enormous amount of work to be done. Medical procedures learned quickly, innovating and developing new methods, new techniques. Pharmaceutical advancements that led to miracle drugs for rapid healing, extended focus, an array impossible to fully record. Prosthetics, for where his drugs could not heal, augmentations that could prevent their need of use. A veritable boon to all the medical fields in practice within the Soul Society, even if much of it would eventually prove impractical or overbearing for the average Shinigami to handle. It bought him more freedom, enough to step out of his new captain's shadow.

The S.R.D.I. would continue to grow in this time, involving researchers Akon and Hiyori. The former a fellow inhabitant of Maggot's Nest, being one of its youngest prisoners, and the only person that Mayuri would call friend.

Ambition was second. To explore his zanpakuto, and grow further. Bankai an ever elusive beast that Mayuri hunted, he studied the genetics of the soul. The science behind reishi, experiment after experiment with the abilities of his shikai. Breaking it apart and putting it back together, again, again, again. Years of trial and error before notable success - the birth of a konpaku cell. Artificial life. Surviving for less than a moment, it marked the point where everything would change. Playing researcher, playing criminal, playing Shinigami - they all paled to the idea of playing God. Invigorated, he got to work.



Desire was third.

IN KEEPING THE BALANCE

Night overhead, cold waves beneath. I step from a doorway, carved into the air. A golden headdress atop my silhouette, shaping into a scarab beetle's wings. Nemu steps into line behind me, the faint hum of my footwear white noise above the churning water. Reishi vibrated under each step, careful and controlled from small jets lining the bottom. I extend a hand, and grabbing hold, she holds onto my arm as we descend from the sky.

A remote island, reports of a rather unique hollo. Having found myself intrigued, and if my numbers were correct - as they are - the balance was at a teetering point. The Gotei were right to act as they were, the cadavers a plus, not the point. I had operating tables waiting for me, but a new modification of Ashiogi to test, a job to do, and curiosity to satisfy? Unohana could handle the wounded. This one was mine.

"Nemu?" an eye turned to her figure as she stepped away.

"Mayuri-sama?" she straightened her clothes, a calm preparedness in her voice.

"Locate the hollow, and assess for intelligence." Reaching down, my hands mingled between billowing sleeves. A pair of vials collected themselves into my fingers, a beautiful clash of emerald and ruby. Liquid sounded within each, their shapes a spindling mimicry of different bacteriophages. Extending my arm to the side, Nemu retrieved them without pause. "In the event it's retarded, you can administer either, both, just keep it restrained. Anything smart as you, administer the blue vial. Smarter than you, administer the red."

"Yes, Mayuri-sama." In a blur, Nemu shunpo'd away.

I'd produce a tablet as she did, filtering through the data of dozens of readings. Air pressure, reishi density, all laid bare for the naked eye. Expectation dimmed for me as I did, nothing of interest. My gaze flicking upward as birds climbed into the sky, shaking trees giving cause to effect. The tablet dimmed with a press, dissapearing into my shihakusho. Begrudgingly, I began looking forward to the night to come. Floating into the woods, idle hands resting atop Ashiogi.

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Humming insects. Glowworms filtering the air, alive in every direction, every way. Then Nemu came flying through the air, throwing trees down with contact. Of course I dodged, my footwear shifting me out of the way,. Approaching the bundle of my daughter, I extended my fingernail, pushing hair out of her face.

"Okay. Knocked out, heavy bruising. How many broken bones?" I considered her trajectory and resilience. "Twelve. Thirteen if you're unlucky." A frown. There was nothing to indicate that something capable of such was on this island, much less a hollow. "Gillian level, maybe an Adjuchas. Don't worry Nemu." A needle extended from the end of my fingernail as I inserted a bottle of Hojiku-Zai through a hole in the base of my palm. As the drug entered her system, I scanned Nemu again - the vials.

Both were missing, broken glass littering her clothing. Eyes fluttering open, Nemu coughed, and with a wince began to report. "I--i tried to administer the red, but only m-managed the blue vial. Assessment..." Reliable Nemu. Worthy of my name. I discarded the empty bottle before continuing, clinking away into the grass. "Assessment?"

"Difficult." Nemu's eyes tightening, my gaze snapping to focus. Smile cresting either side of my face, golden teeth reflecting starlight. "Interesting."

There was no time to waste. "Rip." Ashiogi came forth as I drew, the trident blades gleaming, the glisten of poison. Difficult. I make quick work of locating the source, following the trail of broken trees. The air thickened, a haze of spiritual energy. I extend my tongue, tasting the air. Hollow, surely, but what....? No other option, I continued forward.

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"Ah."