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NAME: Aizen Sousuke.
FANDOM: Bleach.
AGE: Around his mid-thirties. No one is quite sure of his age.
GENDER: Male.
OCCUPATION: The leader of the almost invisible government that runs the show behind Mahnsfield.
HISTORY: From the time of his birth to the very day he first took the blood stained seat in the chief's office of Mahnsfield, Aizen was an individual destined for some form of greatness. The man had it all - looks, an intellect that was almost unchallenged, the temperance to look upon people and treat them the way they should be treated. His parents had been amazed at the infant that had been delivered to them from God above; He rarely cried, even when he wanted something. Any person was able to take the small bundle in their arms and hold him until he fell asleep, barely a sound leaving the child's lips. And when he finally was able to smile - a smile that brightened up the room and brought tears to his dear mother's eyes - they had known in that instant that life was going to treat him well and take him remarkably far. Or, well, like most parents trying to make the best out of the individual they had brought into the world, that was what they prayed for him.

His childhood wasn't something worthy for the books. In fact, it was an utterly boring, normal childhood. Pre-school. Elementary. Middle school. They all passed by like a pleasant breeze, nothing but good reports passing the door into the Sousuke household. His teachers all had nothing good to say about him - he never spoke when he wasn't spoken to, never made any outbursts within the classroom. Few friends were to be had by the young boy, his book smarts and glasses not exactly pinning him as the type they wanted to see themselves around. Nevertheless, he rarely had anything to complain about and never went out of line within school.

There was only one person that ever really noticed something wrong with the young wonder - Aizen's paternal grandfather ( a man who had been to war and back, a man that knew what true evil was ). Unlike the majority of the small amount of family that had come into contact with the boy, he was able to place his wise eyes upon him and pick out in an instant something no one else had. They met once, and only once, when he was just entering the double digits of life. It came down to a single glimpse into the brown depths of Aizen's eyes, a simple look that caused the older man to look away and refuse to bring himself to look once again. The small hand in his own squeezed a little tighter, the surprisingly strong grip around his fingers having sent a shockwave of memories through him that he almost couldn't bare to take. He hadn't seen that look in someone's eyes since he was a young man thrown into a chaotic world, a gun having been shoved into his hands. This young boy that the family so looked upon for being so great... He knew it. One look at it knew it.

Aizen wasn't going to be famous. No. He was going to be infamous.

If he had known that the man had dared to think those words, he would have merely smiled. It didn't matter to him, what other people thought. In the end... Nothing like that mattered.

High school was the time when he seemed to realize his true potential, taking every path necessary to achieve exactly what it was he wanted. Although his parents had naught but the money to send him to public school, he did his best to make everything out of it that he could. Scholarships, college admitance - that's all he looked forward to and all that mattered to him. He had a goal in mind, one that would mean so much to so many people in the future. When he was finally accepted into a prestigious school ( and after graduating from his high school at the very top of his class, boring speech and all ), he was as sure as his parents were all those years ago; He was going to go remarkably far.

Years and years of hard work seemed to pay off for those that deserved it. Aizen was soon enough admitted into working with a government agency that few knew about and even fewer were willing to talk about ( only known by the title of The Fifth Division ). Years more of blood, sweat, and tears (or lack thereof) was put into the job, the man sparing nothing to get to the position that he wanted. If he were going to get anywhere, if he was going to be able to reach his eventual goal, he could have nothing more than the top position. No matter what it meant. No matter what the people around him thought. Hard work paid off. Being kind to those around him paid off even more, false words taking him farther than one would have ever expected. He had been so close, so very close to what he had been aiming for when it happened; The first news reports screaming at him over the television in his own small apartment that something was terribly wrong. Huh, it hadn't been something he was expecting. At least, not as soon as it was happening before him, the world crumbling far faster than anyone imagined. Again, not that all that really mattered to Aizen. Working for the government had its hidden perks. As dirty as the work could sometimes be, there was an almost unspoken gaurantee that above any other citizen, he would survive. Living a mere block from the building that graced his attention every single day paid off in the end; Along with a few others of his caliber, he was whisked off in an overly nice vehicle with heavily tinted windows...

To the sanctuary that is Mahnsfield.

The thing is, it didn't end there. His chance had fallen into his lap as if it were a bag full of money. An opportunity was before him, almost too good for him to pass up. Few individuals were dwelling within the looming walls of the city when he arrived, having heaved a thankful sigh of (rather nice) relief to calm down those around him. Medical exams were passed with flying colors, not a single individual in the group holding a strain of the mystery virus. The thing is, the doctors in charge of that particular shift seemed almost confused as to who they were. Nice car driven by equally nicely dressed individuals with impressive badges; They had to be the ones sent to take over. Placed with confused military escorts, the small group was brought to the one building that really mattered within the city walls. City hall. The escorts left them at the large doors that led within the building, seeming to think that they would be able to handle it from that moment on.

It was better that way. Better that they didn't see Aizen Sousuke slip the glasses off the bridge of his nose and toss them in a trash can, didn't see him run his fingers through his hair to make it more acceptable. No one saw as he found the right room, the one with the impressively large doors. No one saw him open it. They didn't see it as he walked into the dimly lit room, nor as he pulled out the small gun he had hidden within the trenchcoat he wore. More importantly, no one saw as he raised the gun and shot through the head of the man leaning over the desk, setting up what was rightfully his.

One look in his eyes, to the smirk pulling at the corner of his lips, and those that wandered in later knew not to say a single word ( only to help him clean the mess, to help him make the place look as if he belonged there the entire time ). With the world that would have put him straight in prison in the hands of the undead, Aizen had only done what had come naturally to him. And, really, it had been too ridicuously easy.
PERSONALITY: On the outside, Aizen is an overly kind, soft-spoken man that seems to care nothing for himself, only of others. He's almost too easy to get along with, even easier to remain friends with. He's the type that everyone seems to go to with their problems, the type that always seems to have an answer no matter what time of night it is. He's a dilligent, hard worker that has an intellect to back it up, making him someone that can easily be depended on. No one ever seemed to question him, for his word always seemed to be the one that was right. And his smile? Oh, his smile was the kind that could easily make a rainy day seem like that wonderful for a late spring picnic.

In actuality, he was a damn good actor. What words he spoke rarely ever true, his smiles more false than the glasses he wore from day to day. The thoughts of other human beings on himself or anything around him didn't really matter, not unless it directly affected him. He merely put on a facade every day to get farther than a cold stare and a colder shoulder could ever get him. The title 'friends' and 'family' didn't matter unless they were willing to step up and truly help him. Otherwise? They were nothing but another name to add to the many he knew. To him, the normal ties of humanity didn't have much weight on what soul he might have had. There was almost nothing that he wouldn't do if it meant that he would get somewhere he desired in the end.

Let it be known, Aizen isn't afraid of anything. Not the zombies. Not what could happen to him if his true nature was found out. Nothing.