Toshiro and Ichigo. Total opposites, like fire and ice.
Ichigo is the fire. His bright orange hair seems to light up and crackle when illuminated by the sun, radiating light wherever he went. He was warm and hot-headed, hot to the touch and warm like the sun. His personality is strong-willed, jumping from place to place, consuming and disposing anything that got in his way.
He simply could not be tamed. He does things at his own pace, in his own way, and he loves it. He is like fire, unable to be contained. Unable to fully control. He never follows directions. He is unpredictable. Sometimes he is kind and gentle. At other times, he is wild and fierce, lashing out with his sturdy Zanpakuto to annihilate anything that harmed his comrades. His friends.
He blazes a path through the world, carving his brand upon the earth. He is strong, fast, swift and fierce like a wild forest fire, but he can be a soft, warm ember as well. A warm, kind, sturdy person who you can always depend on to protect you.
But he is deathly protective. He is stubborn. He is headstrong. He is trustworthy. He is kind. He can love, he can smile, and he can laugh.
Ichigo is the only source of light that guides you in the darkness. The warm ball of flame that protects the people and burns up the villains to a crisp. He will care for you and he will fight when necessary. He is fire, warm, blazing, and true.
Toshiro is like ice. Cold, hard, solid and strong. He is a ball of sheer ice, tough to shatter or melt. Tough to destroy. He can take up many forms. When he fights, he takes the shape of an icicle. Sharp and can cascade down upon its enemies, piercing through their most vital points, injuring them horribly. When he protects someone, he becomes a ball of ice, sheltering the person from any harm that others might try to inflict upon them.
He shows no emotion. His face chiseled into a solid block of ice. Un-changing, un-moving, always somewhat predictable. He is stubborn, refusing to move and staying in place. He loathes fire, he always has. He fights fire with ice. A strange combination and very easily predictable. The outcome is obvious, but Toshiro defies that.
He shows no mercy when he fights, like the raging blizzard that sweeps through an icy plain, sweeping up anything while it continues to show its wrath, roaring and swirling through the dark, unseeable sky.
He cares sometimes. He cares about those he feels closest to. He cannot bear seeing his friends hurt. He will fight, and he is not afraid. His face, emotionless as he freezes his victims, sending them to a murky abyss. He never abuses his power, but he never shows any mercy. He does what he believes to be right and his opinions are only influenced by what he believes. Nothing else matters as long as the things he upholds are respected by the others.
He travels alone. That sole ice drift that floats in a wide wide world. Travelling, seeing, experiencing new things. He takes down anything that stands in his way.
Ice and fire. Different, but the same. Changing, opposites, united. That is the will of fire and the beliefs of ice.