Canon: Cocky and aggressive, with something to prove to the world in general and to Rukia, Byakuya, and himself in specific. The word complex comes to mind. And also the word inferiority. Abarai Renji is a guy who went from the slums of Area 78 all the way the Vice-Captain of the 6th Division, by way of the 5th and 11th Divisions. He gained friends, respect, even a fanboy, none of which is enough to make him forget either his origins, or how much he has left to accomplish. As a result of his particular kind of confidence, he tends to underestimate seemingly weak opponents and obsess over the strong ones. His voice varies from swaggering, to harsh, to friendly easily, with bursts of temper and angst regularly. For afternoon, expect showers of rivalry and some light bitching.

Sample:

Oi, can a guy...

Oi!

Oi! Can a guy maybe get a little attention around here? I'm sure you guys are all nice 'n busy and all, but I don't plan on wasting too much time. It won't be long before you can mosey yourselves back to playing tag with the local creepy manifestations. Promise.

I've already wasted more 'n enough time already just getting into this crazy place. Nice barrier you got here. No, really. And when I say nice, I mean how do you make a fucking barrier with that big of an attitude problem? Ever spent a month arguing with an energy field that has a mighty high opinion of itself? It's just slightly less pleasant than banging your head against a brick wall. All of the pain, but without the occasional spats of unconsciousness to break it up.

And I ain't never seen a brick wall that talked as much as the thing you've got here. 'Parently, I didn't strike it as young enough at first, so I get the questions. "You got a job here?" Yes. "Then you're not young enough. We're not letting adults in now." The hell, young enough? "You have to be school aged to get in." I got into fucking high school! "...How many times were you held back?" Bastard.

Then maybe I was old enough, but it didn't like my attitude.

My. Attitude. I'll show it an attitude. Don't exactly know why it changed its mind in the end, but damn sure I could live without a repeat of that. Heh. There's no kind of security that could possibly be worth havin' that thing around.

And what the hell kind of entrance leads straight into a swamp? Keh.

But I'm here now, and that's the important bit--gettin’ through in the end.

So anyone know where a guy can get cleaned up?