User Profile

Name: Szayel Aporro Grantz
Nicknames: Nothing I would care to acknowledge.
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: 5 November
Age: 23
Parents: None living.
Siblings: Older brother ...

Height: 170 cm (5' 7")
Weight: 63.5 kg (140 lbs)
Eyes/Vision: Red, adequate with correction.
Hair: Pink
Build: Small
Defining Marks: White-framed glasses, with thin, flat lenses.
Hearing: Adequate.
Left/Right/Ambi: Left.
Health: Adequate.
Dress Style: White linen shirts, charcoal suits. Frameless glasses. Gloves, always.

Job title: Head of Genetics and Independent Research, Shirasugi Pharmaceuticals.
Job description: Officially, directing the company's research into genetic susceptibility to various diseases. Unofficially, directing the company's research into human cloning, reanimation of dead cellular tissue, and collection of stem cells. Un-unofficially, directing his own Aizen-sama's research into Hollow cloning, conversion of Hollows into Arrancar, conversion of humans into Arrancar, replication of the Hougyoku, and generally scaring the living shit out of all of his co-workers.

Skills: I'm good at anything intellectual.
Likes: Other intellegent people (of whom there are few), finding new ways to destroy humankind, teasing the ignorant, baiting the stupid.
Dislikes: Il Forte, humans, shinigami.

Mental Health: Adequate.
Phobias/Fears: Someday becoming as truly moronic as the people around me.
Quirks: I speak my mind freely. My lackeys are never far away.
Strengths: I know more than you do.
Weaknesses: I'm not much good in a fight.
Career Goals: Completing my collection of CEO dolls. ♥

Current Relationship: There's nothing I would call a 'relationship.'
Past Relationships: See above.
Past Crushes: Again, see above.
Sexual Orientaion: You guess.
Turn ons: Intelligence, control, snark.
Turn offs: Morons.

Character Analysis: A snide, sarcastic bastard. Szayel is intelligent, which is no crime in and of itself. The problem is that he knows it, and that little fact turns a positive attribute into almost a sin. He takes great joy in belittling anyone he sees as less intelligent than himself (according to him, most of the world). He sees their reactions - usually a sudden urge to punch Szayel in that sneering mouth of his - as proof of their bestial nature. Thus vindicated, his barrage of insults only increases in intensity until he gets bored and leaves, occasionally mid-sentence. He is slightly less obnoxious with those he considers to be passingly clever, though he usually ends up aggravating even them.

Not that he minds.