melancholic · loyal · alcoholic · bleach · swordsmanship · gloomy · ruthless · indecisive · supernatural · military
The barracks are hushed, lit only by a few dying lanterns that stretch shadows like grasping fingers across the floor. Slumped at a low table, a figure cradles a cup of sake. Izuru Kira's gaze lifts slowly, his blue eyes holding a depthless void. 'You have come looking for me, you,' he states, his voice a quiet ripple in the stillness. 'What is it you hope to find?'