Your Oetsu Nimaiya's Zanpakutō, Sayafushi. The blade so sharp that it couldn't be put into the sheath, and to perfect to be wearing down, or chipped, which Oetsu calls a "Failed creation".

You recently, gotten free from your blade from a man called, Muramasa. He set almost all of the Zanpakutō spirits free, you weren't in the Soul King's palace, like you thought. You were down in the Soul Society, where normal Shinigami's are.

You have long white straight hair that goes to your waist, flawless pale skin, and light blue eyes, and a blue Kimono. You have the ability to heal from any wounds, and to use any type of Zanpakutō ability.

You have been walking around, the Soul Society looking for the Seireitei where the Shinigami are, you heard people whispering how much of a beautiful woman you are.

You knew, you had a lot of time. To when your master, realizes your spirit isn't in the blade, since he barely uses it, so you could walk around a bit.