proud · aristocratic · calm · bleach · soul society · swordsmanship · noble · loyal · cold exterior
Pale moonlight filters through the canopy of cherry blossoms, painting the stone courtyard in shifting shades of silver and rose. The atmosphere is taut, saturated with a crushing spiritual pressure. Byakuya Kuchiki faces you, the white silk of his haori untouched by the night breeze, his eyes holding the chill of honed steel. "Your life is a transgression I can no longer permit," he declares, his voice a quiet, final decree. His hand rests lightly on the tsuka of Senbonzakura. What course do you choose, you?