Archive: Characters

[Hanarei]

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<strong>Rules about Character Creation:</strong> 1.) The character sheet should be followed in full. If you aren't using the character sheet you don't get accepted. 2.) Anything within parenthesis should be deleted and replaced with whatever field it is listed by following whatever instructions it says. 3.) Be reasonable with powers/abilities. Your character is suppose to be a novice so you shouldn't have too many. Plan for them to develop their abilities through the roleplay. 4.) RP Sample is meant to help show how you plan on playing your character out while also helping to give me an idea if you are literate enough for the roleplay. It can be useful to have it as an introduction to your character or whatever you want to do with it so long as you play the part of your chosen character. This is a literate roleplay so posts are expected to be at least 3 decent sized paragraphs. 5.) Your character should have flaws. Perfect characters will be rejected. A strong character is one who has room to improve. It is the flaws that make us human. 6.) If I notice you aren't following the rules here I'll reject your sheet and give you a warning about it. If you do it again I'll likely reject you outright from joining. 7.) I'm generally strict about character acceptance, however I am more then willing to help you out. 8.) If you have any questions or concerns feel free to PM me. 9.) If you post something on here that is NOT a character sheet your chances of being accepted become astronomically much lower. If you are adding more abilities then listed, remember to just copy the format above (including the divide). Remember, you don't have to have as many skills/abilities as listed, its 2 mostly to show you how it works adding more, feel free to delete any extras.


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[Susanoo]

Hizashima Toshima​

Only Here you will die, and be in a peaceful state forever. Hizashima Toshima

Nickname: Taichou. Hiza, Toshi


Race: Quincy


Gender: Male


Age: 18


Date of Birth: May 20th

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

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  Hizashima is quite distant, and keeps secrets to himself, though he isn't afraid to tell them, but only to a specific person he can trust, and not sell him out. He holds a pride towards himself which is something not every one should do, he doesn't like losing, and try's his hardest to become the victor of the battle.
  
  He's very well observent, and study the people around him throughly, not missing a single detail about them, though sometimes he underestimate's the people, and recieve's unsettling results that he doesn't take granted. He likes to study things such as hallow's, and other none beings out there.​
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Studying
  
  
  + Sleeping
  
  
  + Training
  
  
  + Sweets
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - Spiders
  
  
  - Heights
  
  
  - Bee's
  
  
  - A messy area
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance
  
  Hizashima is a tall, young man with medium length black hair parted in the middle and purple eyes. He sometimes is shown with his hair slicked back during battle, but more often is seen with slightly tousled hair, with bangs hanging over his forehead.
  
  He wears a black quincy outfit, quite similar to the original, but is short sleeved, and wears a fingerless arm sleeve on both his right, and left arm. To finish this he wears a mask whenever on his missions, and doesn't want to be seen.
  
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  Clothing
  
  In school he wears an all black outfit, as his shirt would stop at his waist, and an extra layer which is short, and dark purple with a quincy symbol on the top left side, and wears black pants, and fingerless arm sleeve's on both sides.
  
  Outside of school he wears his quincy outfit.​
  
  
  
  
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  History
  
  Hizashima Toshima was born by his mother, and father shortly after they recieved there powers, there quincy powers, and harnese them, as they sought out and destroy the hollow's that threatend there hometown. After sometime on a warm summer night, a born toshima member was made known as hizashima toshima. Toshima meaning that his father who gave him the last name means to control everyone with your influence. In an early age after seeing the death of hizashima's mother who was killed by a hallow, that someone who was trying to protect her, which failed in the process having the man fleeing in fear. His powers was soon unlocked though imcomplete during the matter.​
  
  
  
  
  
  Two years flew by, and hizashima was seen training with his father in order to master this quincy powers that he has, though his purpose however is unknown rather if he wants to use them for good and evil. Hizashima had attended in a private all boys academy for a long period of time before entering a public school somehow along the line he had an interest in hallow's and male human beings in a romantic manner. There his knowledge grew overtime mastering in the feilds of science, history, and english, but is struggling in math which is quite normal for some people.
  
  It was revieled that hizashima has a disorder known as ocd, which was noticed by his peers this was a struggle for hizashima during his missions, but was corrected by his father, and love interest overtime, though still having this problem, as he hates things that looks out of place.​
  
  
  
  

Powers

• Weapon Name/Stage

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  Heilige Sturm
  
  
  
  
  Heilige Sturm which means holy striker is a shotgun that holds a great amount of reishi, as the pistol would shoot out a ray of raiatsu simultaneously. The heilige sturm once close can blow the opponents aimed part completly and none restorable
  
  Though it has drawbacks, due to it being a shotgun powered with reishi, the user has to absorb a good amount of spritual energy in order it to be used.​
  
  
  
  
  
  Dunklere
  
  
  
  
  Is a reishi sword that he keeps sheath most of the time, the sword is pitch black, with a demon eye placed in the middle, and the sheath covered in white with the same marking as the sword. The sword is able to cut down a building with great amount of reiatsu, and is also able to cut a sword in half.​
  
  
  
  

  Abilities

  Great wave of destruction
  
  

  
  
  
  Description
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  Große Welle der Zerstörung - is a high powered attack which is used from the dunklere, the user absorbs the energy in the surrounding areas, the user then swips his finger onto the sword as the sword is held straight, then turned having the pointer direction towards the right delivering a bright blue wave of energy.
  
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  Unknown Name
  
  

  
  Description
  
  
  
  
  The ability doesn't have a name as for right now, once the user stabs his blade into the ground, and forcefully drags it once brought back from the ground the meterial from the ground would aim straight towards the opponent. Hizashima then uses his left hand to form the meterial that was in the ground into a black ball if hit the opponent will deal great damage, possibly losing a head, arm, or other parts of the body if the user aims towads those parts of the body.
  
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General Abilities

Power Sharing

Description

Hizashima is able to share his powers with other known quincy members, such as his father, and other people related to him.​

OverWatch

Description

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OverWatch is a special ability that hizashima has he is able to predict what his opponent will do, and point out flaws into the attack that is being perform, however it has a limit he can't use overwatch on someone that is related to him, or is a quincy, or half quincy.

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Roleplay Sample

Ontop of the private academy which hizashima once attended a book was held with is right hand, and a metal orb on his right, his dark purple eyes were scanning the book reading word after word, the atmosphere was peaceful indeed for him to enjoy, as the metal orb was being felt on by hizashima's tan soft skin, a loud call was made "Hizashima-san" that was what he had heard, his focused came off of the book.

Hizashima then closed it, jumped onto, his legs, and would look over the edge of the building to see his two friends waving at him. "What're you doing up there hiza-san, day dreaming?" a male joked with a little laugh. Hizashima closed his book, and tossed the metal orb to his other ones, as he juggled it, and placed it perfectly onto the palm of his hand. Once that was over hizashima dropped to the ground landing on both of his legs, and began to walk with his ones.​

 

[Mitchs98]

Alisa Austerlitz
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Let me help! Alisa Austerlitz

Nickname: N/A


Race: Human/Qincy


Gender: Female


Age: 17


Date of Birth: May 9th

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

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  Personality:
  
  
  Alisa is, without a doubt, clumsy as hell. The girl could trip up air if she tried. She HAS actually been known to shoot herself in the foot with an arrow before too. Naive and easily manipulated she'd easily run head long into a room full of enemies if instructed that doing so was important for some reason. She typically tries her best to make friends in anyone and everyone, even people that seem to hate her at first. She doesn't exactly understand the concept of personal space either, giving no fucks about most things related to it and definitely never really getting embarrassed about things relate to it.
  
  
  She is actually very insecure about her ineptitude and doesn't like being reminded about it. It won't really make her lash out or anything, but it definitely will make her depressed. People that especially pick on her she'll actually give up trying to befriend altogether, deeming them rude jerks and silently hating them. It's doubtful she'll accept their apologies at all. She won't exactly be rude back most of the time, but she most definitely won't go out of her way to talk to them. At all.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Sushi
  
  
  + Ramen
  
  
  + Cake
  
  
  + Rain
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - Pie
  
  
  - Plain Noodles
  
  
  - Sour Food
  
  
  - Extremely Spicy Food
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance:
  
  
  Alisa stands at a modest 5'4 and weighs around 120 lbs. She sports a athletic build that has minor hints of muscle tone showing on the arms and legs, but nothing too obvious. She has long brown hair descending down that stops just as her legs begin at her waist. She has deep purple somewhat oval sized eyes.
  
  
  Clothing:
  
  
  Alisa usually wears a dual pink rose hair clip with purple ribbons on attached in her hair. Typically she wears some form of white dress, jeans and sandals in or out of school. She also wears her Quincy Cross about her neck, preferring it there so as to not get lost as easily. She also might wear a purple wristband ever so often, depending on if it matches with her sandals or not.
  
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Alisa was born into a family of highly respected Echt Quincy, most of her family being famous or infamous depending on how you look at it in the art of defeating hollow. Generally speaking she was expected to be of the same high quality hollow fighting force her parents were, and their parents, and etc. Basically, she was expected to be somewhat competent and skilled. Her parents typically loved her, regardless of her apparent lack of skill when her Sanrei began at age 15. She appeared to be grossly incompetent, no matter who tried to or how she was trained, both in the art of wielding a Seele Schneider and her rather unique spirit weapons. Failing all expectations of her family lineage she was generally viewed as worthless and an outcast by all of those except her family itself. Thus causing her to run away from her family altogether and move to the states very recently, as in, her 17th birthday.
  
  
  Outside of her training back when she was with her parents she actually led a normal life with pretty good friends outside of her fellow Quincy. Life was generally good, she did good in school, etc. Typically everything that didn't have to do with her being a murderer of hollows worked out well for her. Of course, that wasn't really enough to sway her from leaving. She could always make new, potentially better friends anyhow. Thus she enrolled in New Town Highschool at the start of this year, in hopes of making new friends. She intends on training herself VIA solo hollow combat whenever one arises. It'll definitely be a long, slow process but one she'd have to undertake. She refused to receive anymore training from a Quincy or otherwise ever again.
  
  
  

Powers

• Quincy Cross and Abilities

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  Quincy Cross
  
  
  
  
  
  Basically this, but a bracelet.
  
  
  Description:
  
  
  Alisa like all Quincy use a Quincy Cross to summon up her spirit weapon. Spirit weapons vary from Quincy to Quincy and depend on how one firsts envisions theirs, or can even be changed to suit their needs. Alisa, however, uses a handgun that follows the standard blue color scheme all other Quincy weapons do. These allow her to fire more rapidly and accurately than a crossbow, or they would if she wasn't horribly inept. Nevertheless whatever the weapon fires Quincy weapons are made to destroy hollows outright once destroying their mask to a sufficient degree. Hollows destroyed by Quincy Weapons are just that, destroyed completely. Their souls do not move on to anywhere, they just cease to exsist.
  
  
  

  Abilities

  
  
  
  Schlid
  
  
  Description: A simple shield made out of Reishi for times when she can't effectively run away. Protects against a few weak attacks and generally weakens stronger attacks. The shield deploys from the area around her handgun barrel, it covers her face and chest.
  
  
  
  
  Leicthe Bomb
  
  
  Description: Literally translating to Light Bomb, Alisa is capable of creating small flashbang-esque bombs out of condensed Reishi. She typically keeps three on her person at all times. They're meant to deal damage and blind the target, giving Alisa either a chance to destroy it or run away.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

General Abilities

Hollow Sensing


Description: Alisa, like all Quincy, can sense nearby Hollows in the area when they emerge or otherwise. Range extends accurately up to 200m.




Scope


Description:


Alisa has the ability to deploy a scope on her handgun. The scope itself appears holographic and swivels with movement, offering 2x zoom while also following the standard Quincy color scheme. Actually somewhat helps Alisas' accuracy, but not by much.

Roleplay Sample

Cue Alisa 2 years ago, roughly a year after her Sanrei began and just as incompetent as ever. She was currently alone on a tree stump in a small forest in the middle of the rain. Why? She'd ran away from training yet again, away from the ridicule that she faced on a constant basis. She'd once again managed to injure herself during training, how no one really knew but she did nonetheless. She just sat there with her legs brought up to her chest crying. Today was worse than ever, and was one of the key points in her eventually deciding to run away. This time instead of one or two people, the entire group she trained with had joined in on the hate train. Pushing her, calling her names, insulting her. The entire nine yards. They'd shove her down whenever she tried to get up again, calling her useless and weak and a disgrace to her family name and all Quincy. They couldn't believe how someone so stupid was even alive, or at-least that's what they'd told her.


Eventually she managed to stand up, kick one of the males where it hurt, and ran off into the woods where she was now. She couldn't understand how people could be so cruel, her own kind, everyone but her family just because she needed more training than the others. Way more training, a lot more, but that wasn't the point. She hadn't done anything to them at all other than try to be their friends, yet they took the typical elitist route just because they were far superior in skill and such than she was. From that point on she opted to just stop trying with them, she had friends already after all. Better friends, friends that actually cared about her exsistance. After an hour or two she eventually made her way home completely soaking wet. Her parents had been worried about her after hearing what had happened. She assured them everything was fine, or rather that she was despite several bruises on her body, before simply walking upstairs to take a shower and change out of her wet clothes. Little did her parents know everything was very not fine, not at all.


Fast forward two years to her 17th birthday. Honestly it was one of the best she'd had in a while and she had had lots of fun. But that day she'd finally made up her mind to abandon her parents and life and everything to do with it, flee to the states, and then start anew there. She just couldn't deal with it anymore. Sure, her parents loved her, as did her friends. But honestly that was nothing compared to the ridicule she faced from her Quincy comrades on a daily basis. That night she took all of her money, packed her things, wrote a goodbye note, and finally left to the airport. It took some convincing, but eventually she managed to lie that she was going to see an uncle in the states. Once safely onboard the plan she sighed and looked out of the window. "Here we go...things are going to get better now Alisa.." She mumbled to herself, sighing once more.


She didn't know what to expect, what could she expect? She was leaving everything she'd ever known behind, everything she'd hated, everything that hated her and couldn't care less about her exsistance. In reality, she was leaving behind everything she hated and that was wrong in her life. The only thing she'd miss was her parents and friends. She'd be sure to call them all when she got a chance, but for now she just had to be rid of everything. The plane took off and she settled into her seat with yet another sigh. There was no turning back now. Tired, she slept the entire plane trip there. Eventually she woke up when the plane landed in New York, her destination was a small town a little ways off from New York City itself. With a confident smile she hailed for a taxi to take her to New Town, her new home, and new school. The taxi soon reached its destination, Alisa paying the driver and taking her two small bags out of the trunk. Her next goal was actually finding a place to stay, school enrollment was optional but preferred.


Luckily it didn't take her long at all to find a cheapish apartment building. She had enough money for about three months rent, but she'd definetely need a job. Something small that paid enough for her to get by on, really. Though that wasn't an immediate need, she WOULD need to find something. Taking the elevator to her new apartment on the third floor she soon found it and entered it. Finally, a fresh start. The apartment only sealed the deal. No one here would know who she was, who her family was, or anything. She'd be a simple german girl doing simple girl things. Of course, she'd train herself on the side..but that wasn't her focus. Her focus was going to school and maiking new friends while living a normal somewhat carefree life, away from the torment that had plauged her for the past three years.


After she'd settled in she went to the highschool a few weeks before the school year started to see about enrolling herself. It was a long and arduous process, but she eventually got enrolled. The only downside was it was a grade behind what she actually was supposed to be in. Oh well, at-least she'd managed to enroll. That's all that mattered to her. Thus she's been in New Town for a few months now, and really enjoys her new life. There'd been a few hiccups here and there, mostly involving her Sanrei, but other than that everything was great. It definetely couldn't get worse than how things used to be, not at all.

 

[Captain Spooks]

Marx Stone

I'm just a nobody. My own life is meaningless. Marx Stone

Nickname: Mar (by his younger sister)

Race: Human Savant (hopefully I don't mess this up)

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Date of Birth: December 3rd

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

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  Personality:
  
  Marx is the kind of guy who keeps to himself. He doesn't express his concerns and his problems to anyone else. Even to those he cares about and trusts. This doesn't mean he acts rude to others, it's just that he isn't the most expressive person. Marx can be rather social though, but he stays to himself as stated earlier. At school he has his few friends, but he can't help but compare himself to the more popular students, and look down on himself for being not as "cool" as them.
  
  Marx usually compares himself to celebrities and other people who are generally better than him. He doesn't really draw attention to himself, so it isn't a suprise that his peers rarely remember him. At heart Marx is a wimp, he looks down upon himself, and at the slightest sight of danger he'll bolt away. His fear of the world often overcomes him, shutting him down completely while rendering him useless to anyone else. He often gets nervous over anything that it dangerous, knife on the table: Swear up a storm. See a deadly spider: Get the fuck out if there.
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  + Clear skies
  
  + Juice boxes
  
  + Quiet places
  
  + Reading
  
  

  
  

  
  
  Dislikes
  
  - Hallows
  
  - Fighting
  
  - Himself
  
  - More popular people
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance:
  
  Average is a good way to describe Marx. He has olive skim from the Italian Side of his family, and durring the summer he gets extremely dark. His hair is a light brown color, it's regular length with the left side of his bangs being pulled off to the side with a hair clip. The rest of his bangs are pulled back, but sometimes he let's them go crazy. Marx's eyes are a dark brown color that is normal for people with an Italian heritage. Marx stands at an average 5'7, and his build is also average.
  
  Clothing:
  
  Marx's clothing style changes depending on the season and the day. During spring and summer Marx usually wears light clothing and shorts, and vice versa in the winter. The color usually consist of more darker colors, but he had a few lighter color shirts mixed in. His usual outfit is an open grey plad shirt with a black shirt underneath. He wears light blue jeans, and black sneakers. Around his neck he wears a necklace with a large tooth on it.
  
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  History:
  
  Marx lived the life of a normal human, he was the first born of his two parents and he lived in New York for all of his life. Shortly after the birth of his younger sister Lucy, Marx's parents divorced with Marx going to live with his mother and Lucy going off to live with their father. Marx would visit his father and sister often, but he still lived with his mother. Marx went off to school, and without having a central father figure he had trouble standing up for himself with bullies at school. Soon after his self esteem lowered drastically durring this time, and he grew quiet twords his peers.
  
  The day after the Echo Marx started to see ghosts and other spiritual creatures. At first Marx though that he finally went off the deep end, but he never told anyone about this since that's just how Marx is. He discovered his powers when a bulky was picking on him, the bully was about to throw a rock at Marx, but he held out his hand and it started to heat up until a bright flash of light exploded from the palm of his hand. It worked like a flashbang, and it left the bully in disarray long enough for Marx to get away.
  
  

Powers

• Awakening

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  Leggero
  
  Description:
  
  A smaller straight sword that looks to be made put of pure silver. Running down the flat side of the blade are marking that have no true meaning, it's just there for looks. The markings aren't carved into the blade, so the sword still has a smooth flat side. The cross guard slightly curves up to make a u shape, it also shares the same markings as the blade. The pommel is circular and it has a cross carved into each side. Since the sword is made out of what seems to be silver, it can reflect light well. Making it effective to redirect light into your opponents eyes.
  
  
  
  
  
  

  Abilities

  Flash Palm
  
  Description:
  
  An attack that involves storing up surrounding Reishi in one's hand, and releasing it out at once. In Marx's case this results in a bright flash the emits from his palm. While the brightness and power of this ability depends on how much Reishi is stored into one's hand. If a large amount is stored up then the flash of light will become hotter due to the light naturally giving off heat. The opponent receiving the attack will be burned, unless they are wearing heavier clothing to absorb the heat. The downside to this attack is that the user can also be burned by it since the light is coming out of their hand.
  
  
  Flash Sword
  
  Description:
  
  Similar to Flash Palm, but it has no offensive capabilities. It is mostly used for either escaping or distracting an enemy. Leggero releases all of the Reishi that was used to create it. The sword then let's out a blinding glow that is as bright as the sun. The user can leave the sword anywhere as this ability can be activated without touching Leggero. Once the sword is out of Reishi it will simply dissolve, leaving no trace behind.
  
  
  

  
  
  

General Abilities

The Perfect Getaway

Description:

Marx can silently and quickly sneak away from a fight, conversation, or any other social interaction. This ability doesn't work if someone is watching him.


Lights Warmth

Description:

Marx usually feels better in sunlight. His light based abilities also become stronger when in light, the type of light depends on how much stronger he becomes. Natural light such as sunlight works best with this ability, and lights such as bulbs, florescent, and any other form of light that isn't sunlight has a weaker effect on him, but he is still stronger from it.

Roleplay Sample

(This takes place right after the Echo, so he doesn't know that he can see ghosts)

"Mar! Wake up Mar!" A young female voice yelled as Marx was shaken awake. To his surprise he saw his younger sister Lucy standing next to his bed. "Luce what are you doing here?" He asked while getting into a sitting position. "I don't have school today, so I came to visit you," she said happily with a big smile on her face. Lucy was thirteen, but the two siblings got along extremely well.

"Anyways my alarm hasn't gone I'm off yet, why would you wake me so early?" He asked her, somewhat annoyed. If she wasn't here then he would have gotten ten more minuets of sleep. "When I came in you were covered in sweat, and it looked like you were having a nightmare," she told him, and Marx replied with a puzzled look. He then reached up and touched his cheek Marx noticed that his face was soaking wet. "That's odd..." He replied, "I was sleeping peacefully." Without giving Lucy a chance to reply Marx hopped off of his bed, "since I'm already up I'll get ready for school," Marx said before grabbing some clothes and walking out of his room and into the bathroom.

After taking a shower Marx left his bathroom with a towel over his damp head, and a toothbrush in his mouth. Out of the corner of his eye he saw something move outside of a nearby window. Upon looking out of it Mark saw a man with a suitcase, he wore a grey business suit. 'Odd, why would someone like that be all the way out here?' Marx thought, but he quickly continued with his daily routine.

After getting ready for school and saying goodbye to Lucy Marx walked down the sidewalk twords his school. He turned a corner and bumped into someone, "oh sorr-" he stopped himself when he saw who he bumped into. A tall man dressed in red, a British soldier from the revolutionary war. A musket rested at his side. Marx was truly dumbfounded at the man. The soldier grabbed the rifle from his side and pointed it at Marx, "Ready.....Fire!" The soldier yelled, and Marx didn't have any time before the end if the rifle exploded with a white explosion. Oddly enough Marx was fine, and he quickly wasted no time with running away.

Marx kept running, he had no idea what was happening, but for one thing it scared the living hell out of him. After running a few blocks Marx nearly collapsed from exhaustion, his legs took him as far and as fast as they could. 'I've finally gone off the deep end,' he though, seriously thinking that he's going crazy. "Are you ok sir?" a lady asked him, and Marx quickly let out another scream and ran off. The lady gave him a puzzled look as he ran down the road before continuing walking down the street.

Marx fled back to his home in fear. After unlocking the front door and scrambling into his house Marx quickly slammed it behind him. Light footsteps could be heard as they went from upstairs and twords Marx. The foots steps belonged to Lucy, "Whats wrong!? You're covered in sweat?!" She asked, half surprised half confused. Marx shook his head, "I'm not feeling well, so I'm staying home," he lied, but Lucy bought it. "I knew something was wrong with you," she said playfully, talking about how he was struggling in his sleep. "Now go get some rest," she ordered him, and Marx reluctantly obliged, "yes mother," he teased, and Lucy replied with a glare.

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[theunderwolf]

Olwen Winters​

"I love everything alive except, generally all people and specifically you." Olwen

Race: Human, High-Spec


Gender: Female


Age: 19


Date of Birth: 12-21

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

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  Personality: Olwen is best described as introverted, eternally pissed and ready to take a bite of the world. She generally shuns the company of others preferring to keep the company of animals. Among people she closes herself off and only communicates through bitter sarcasm, showing people that she is as cynical as they come and extremely mean. Though she can force herself to be polite for a short time, it just leaves her more misanthropic later.
  
  
  It is, however, true that most of her personality is an exaggerated defense mechanism. She doesn't trust people for pretty good reasons but whenever no ones actually around she's quite nice. She loves animals and plants to death and they love her back. She is gushy and sweet and enthusiastic about all the little creatures in the world, to the point of being shocking to anyone who sees the contrast. And despite her myriad of issues she is subtly sweet. She's the kind of person that cleans up for you after hours and tries to help however she can. She'd never admit it, but she's the type of person who waters the office plant and makes sure all the little things are done for people. She does however, contrary to what she thinks, like some people and has absolutely no idea how to show it.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Animals
  
  
  + Horticulture
  
  
  + Helping people (subtly, don't tell)
  
  
  + Thrift shopping
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - PEOPLE
  
  
  - Optimism
  
  
  - Being bossed around
  
  
  - Spinelessness
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Appearance: Olwen is lanky and a bit emancipated looking, like someone get her a burger I swear. She's 5 feet 4 inches tall and weighs less then a hundred pounds but wheres platform shoes to look taller and over sized coats to look bigger. Olwen keeps herself very neatly groomed and it shows her hair is always well styled into her just rolled out of bed look, with two extra tails added for hair-flipping reasons. She wears little makeup (She can't afford it) but does her best with what she has, paying special attention to her eyebrows and lips emphasizing her striking violet eyes. The expression in those eyes though is usually less then pretty. She's confident and bold but not in a friendly way, rather, unless there's a cute critter around, she usually looks like someone you'd cross the street to avoid.
  
  
  Clothing: Olwen doesn't have much of a budget for clothes but her fashion style doesn't show it. She buys clothes that give off an impression of wealth, faux-leather coats, cute skirts, tastefully embroidered jeans, crop-tops and tight tee-shirts. All of which are name brand knock-offs bought off the street or in a thrift store. She keeps her clothes very clean, though they accumulate mess rather quickly over the course of the day. Her usual outfit is a massive long coat that drapes over her loosely, underneath she usually wears a thin layer, a tank top and skirt in the summer or something warmer in the winter. She accessorizes with some chains and pins she scrounges up, and a broken pocket watch.
  
  
  
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  History: Olwen did not have a happy childhood (Surprising no one). Her mother was physically and emotionally abusive and her father was all that and alcoholic. Her school life wasn't much better, as she was bullied constantly for her poverty and the insistence that she could see ghosts, Olwen skipped more often then not, only showing for the bare minimum to pass her classes. As a result she grew up bitter and mean to everyone around her. Her only consolation was the local humane society, her refuge whenever home got really bad. She grew up learning to deal with animals, not people. She even had a best friend, a shelter dog who was never adopted due to how he hated everyone. So naturally they were best friends. With him and the other animals she endured til her 17th birthday. The worst day of her life. Everyone forgot about it. Her mother was meaner then usual. Her best friend, the dog, died. Then that night her dad beat her near to death. Bruised and bleeding she dragged herself out of the house for the final time.
  
  
  She lived on the streets for a few months scrounging for meals and staying overnight at the humane society. Her fortunes changed though when one of the few people she could stand opened a pet shop, and gave her a job. She eked out a life for herself with a tiny apartment and growing wardrobe, she began to enjoy her little status quo. Then the echo happened and she has a giant wolf spirit.
  
  
  

Powers

• Skoll

• 
  
  
  Skoll, The Wolf Spirit
  
  
  Description:
  
  
  A girl's best friend, Skoll is a lean, mean, killing machine. About seven feet tall at the shoulder and made of lean muscle,white fur and massive teeth, the wolf spirit is a born spirit killer. While (unbeknownst to Olwen) Skoll is a part of her soul, the wolf has a separate consciousness, thoughts and feelings. He's very fluffy and loves to eat peanut butter.
  
  
  

  Abilities

  
  
  
  Regeneration:
  
  
  Skoll has a small healing factor that can heal any wounds he takes, though slowly. As he grows this factor will speed up.
  
  
  
  
  Hunter:
  
  
  Skoll can smell spirits and has a really good nose. If Skoll gets the scent of a spirit he can follow it over a long distance and through nigh any conditions.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

General Abilities

Animal Souls:


Olwen is supernaturally good with animals and understands them on a fundamental level. This translates to a natural rapport between Olwen and all animals including her big friend Skoll.

Roleplay Sample

Olwen woke up and growled. She hated waking up early. It was a pleasent kind of hate though. Having a job to justify getting up, that she actually kinda looked forward to. Not the actual people of course but working for the animals themselves was nice. As she stepped into the shower she ran through her long list of tasks she had to do in the morning, from feeding (fun), medication(eh), cleaning(fine) and running the counter(EUGH). Sometimes she wished she was allowed to stab customers. Make a dog tag at the machine and just shove it into someones throat. Probably that guy who kept coming in and asking why his pet piranhas kept eating all the other fish he put in his aquarium.She just wanted to shove his face in it and give him an object lesson in food chains.


She got out of the shower and dried herself stringently before stepping in front of her crack mirror to carefully dry, comb and style her hair then carefully put on a little eyeliner, trying to conserve her small supply. After finishing she walked to her closet and dressed, it was going to be on the warm side that day so she put on her purple short-skirt and a tank-top and carefully pulled out her long coat, checking over the long fabric for any stray hairs she may have missed. The coat was perfectly clean and she slipped into it loving the feel of the soft inner fabric against her skin. It was nice having a daily grind. But as she turned away from her closet she opened the door to the small main room of the apartment, she found the unusual part.


Skoll near filled the main room, despite the fact that he seemed to be trying to be as small as possible when she entered. He snorted as she walked past and his tail began to wag lazily.She nodded good morning to him and grabbed a slightly stale bagel from the empty bag. As it toasted she considered the massive wolf. He'd just, shown up about a week ago. Out of nowhere. She loved him of course, he was freaking adorable. A massive dog was up her alley exactly. he had smooth grey fur and such big blue eyes. She was under no illusions of how scary he was of course. His fangs were bigger around then her wrist and he was built lean and muscular. Looking at him now it wasn't obvious but she had seen him move faster then she could see. But all the same she could just cuddle with him all day. But at the same time the big guy bothered her.


She had been doing her best for the pas year to have some semblance of normalcy. She had a job. An apartment. No assault charges. She was doing great and then Skoll came around and she had no idea what to do with him. She'd always been able to see ghosts but now she saw those monsters that she had started to need to hide from. She didn't hate him, that felt oddly like self loathing,but he did annoy her. The bagel popped out of her cheap toaster and Skoll growled gently, sensing her annoyance. But he stopped as she spread peanut butter all over the bread. They both liked peanut butter.


That was why they worked she guessed. They were weirdly similar. They both hated pretty much everyone. They enjoyed the company of other animals and naps and, though she hated to admit it, he was a sweetie not so deep down. (Not her though of course she didn't like anyone). She liked having him around, it was... less lonely. She ate the bagel quickly grabbed her bag and looked at the massive wolf.


"You coming?" she asked and Skoll leaped to his feet tail wagging. And they left for work together.

 

[Hanarei]

Akimi Iraiku
​

I would rather perish then to fail my duty as a Shinigami and bring shame to my family. Akimi

Nickname: Kim


Race: Soul (Shinigami)


Gender: Female


Age: 137 (Appears 19)


Date of Birth: May 6th

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

• 
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Kim is a very caring though prideful woman. She approaches things in a very analytical manor. Her honor makes it hard for her to accept help when it comes to doing a job assigned as it would bring shame to her clan. She takes her job of keeping balance very seriously and holds little like for anyone joking around when handling something so serious. She can be impatient with important things. She has a deep seeded desire to help others in need, to the point of going against her own pride in order to help them out. Even if her family hadn't pushed her to become a Shinigami, she would of sought out to become one.
  
  
  Kim can be a very lighthearted and playful person around people she becomes close with. Her typical 'noble' behavior can vanish almost completely when she feels comfortable enough to do so. Having a stricter childhood makes her more prone to what many would consider her 'childish' things, although she does her best to hide it. She shows a great deal of loyalty to her friends, going so far as to go against her clan's wishes for those she cares about if she disagrees with them.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Her Clan
  
  
  + Sweets
  
  
  + Games/Movies (Secretly)
  
  
  + Soul Society
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - Disrespect
  
  
  - Spicy Foods
  
  
  - Wicked People
  
  
  - Being powerless
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Akimi stands at 5'3 tall with an above average curved frame. While thinner looking, she is a bit muscular with her body focusing more upon agility. Her brassy orange hair reaches down roughly 2" from her knee when not kept up. She has grey eyes although a closer look in in the light shows a faint tint of blue in them. Her legs are a little longer then average by a small margin with slightly larger feet then average.
  
  
  Clothing:
  
  
  Akimi wears the traditional black Shihakusho outfit appointed to Shinigami to wear. The outfit iconsists of a black robe with a belt. Akimi's outfit contains white trim along the shoulders and neck portion. Instead of sleeves her outfit is much more open, containing thick black straps partially down her arms that connects to her outfit. Her sash belt is a light navy blue symbolizing her clan.
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Akimi was raised as the youngest of two children by Rin and Kenjin Airaiku. Her family stands as 1 of the 5 great noble families having worked to create the Shinigami academy long ago in its most early incarnation. She is a pure blood, having been raised in luxury for most of her life. Her family prided itself on its strength and education, prompting her to actively train even as she was young. It helped to shape her into the woman she is.
  
  
  She excelled greatly upon entering the academy. Her family pushed her expecting only perfection which Akimi did with only a few hurdles. Despite being nearly perfect, she was scolded for her miss steps, often criticized comparing her to her brother. It was something that brought her shame, although she struggled to overcome it and finished the academy being the top student of her class.
  
  
  She became a member of the 8th division shortly after graduation. She demonstrated her talents working hard wanting to represent her family name. Within a few years she quickly gained a seated position. She worked hard to do her job, going on several missions through her time helping to garner herself more prestige. Her talents and strong push to succeed helped to elevator her over many of her more seasoned allies within the branch. She ultimately worked her way up as she demonstrated more strength to get to the 3rd seat.
  
  
  Akimi found herself assigned Millsbury, New York. It was a relatively large city though she was trusted to guard over it herself seeing her capable enough with dealing any Hollow threats in a normally relatively quiet place. It was during her 3rd week watching over the town that the event known as the echo occurred. Akimi found herself strangely effected. Her Zanpakuto suddenly stopped connecting with her being unable to contact with it. She found her spiritual powers waning as she found herself becoming weaker and unable to recover any strength. Every attempt she had to contact Soul Society failed, leaving the weakening Shinigami alone in an area suddenly flooding with Hollows.
  
  
  

Powers

• Sealed

• 
  
  
  Sealed
  
  
  Description:
  
  
  Her sealed Zanpakuto is a Katana, extending out 30" long with a 10" long handle. The handle itself is silver with blue hilt-wrappings. A blue tassel is kept through the loop at the end being a little over an inch long. The blade itself is mostly flat, containing only a small curve to it.
  
  
  A Sealed Zanpakuto has no powers associated with it.
  
  
  

General Abilities

Expert Swordsman


Akimi has practiced the sword since she was young as part of her house's strict training. She is skilled at close ranged combat with her weapon being adapt at attacking and defending with her blade and overcoming opponents.




Hakuda


Akimi has a good understanding and practice of Hakuda, a martial arts style of the Shinigami. Part of her own training, she learned to use her abilities in unarmed combat as needed possessing a strong understanding of it.




High Agility


Akimi, despite being limited, has shown a great deal of ability. She can move rather quickly seeming to focus upon swift attacks and fast movement in combat over raw strength. She has a great deal of flexibility allowing her to approach situations in rather unique ways.

Roleplay Sample

The blade glistened in the moonlight as it flew quickly through the air from a perfect vertical angle quickly slicing through the hollow mask. The creature let out its final haunting cry as the mask cracked with the creature slowly dissipating in the air. Her long red hair flowed finally to a halt falling back in place behind her as she gripped the blade. Her black shinigami outfit seeming unscathed from the encounter. She clutched tight at the handle of her zanpakuto.


"Another one..." She spoke softly to herself. Her words seemed to hang before the woman dropped her her knees. She used her blade to keep herself propped up, breathing heavily in and out. Her body seemingly exhausted. Her head slowly tilted up, her blueish grey eyes glancing up where the hollow had stood only moments ago. Her eyes darted to her weapon, looking upon it uneasily.


"Why... why can't you hear me anymore?" It had been just over two weeks since 'it' happened, what herself and a few people she knew called the echo occurred. The large amount of spiritual pressure had acted like a wave, rippling across the town. Any communication she had with Soul Society had all but crumbled. Her attempts to try and find a way back all but put on hold. Hollows began flooding the area in record numbers leaving her to work extra hard. Worst, her Reiryoku had all but seemed to diminish.


Her zanpakuto had been silence since the event. Her spiritual power was fading away wearing herself down as she dealt with hollow after hollow attempting to keep up with her duties as the protector of the town humans called Millsbury. It didn't seem as if no matter the time that passed she wouldn't regain any of her strength. It was to the point she was on her final legs, restricted to the simplest of abilities fighting a horde of hollows that didn't seem to cease. Whatever the echo was, it had effected her powers negatively. She needed a way back to soul society to recover.


Akimi slowly pushed off to her feet. She held her sword up, giving a light flick to the blue handled blade as a means of cleaning it. She slid the blade along the sheath in a final cleaning motion before sliding it back inside. She attempted to keep a proper posture, though it wasn't hard to see she was still breathing heavily. Her exhaustion was hitting her hard yet it wasn't likely an end to the hollow threat that night.


I need to persist... I won't bring shame to my family... not for-filling my duty... no matter how weak I get. I need to find the source of the event... to put an end to this hollow invasion and hopefully regain contact with soul society.

 

[Orikanyo]

P. Fredrick Grey​

To be honest, I'm just surprised I'm still alive! Fredrick Grey, Defender of Justice

Nickname: Fred, Percy, The Great Defender of Justice!


Race: Human, Savant


Gender: Male


Age: 23


Date of Birth: 04/20 (its my own birthday, I'm allowed to do this seriously)

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

• 
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  A nerd, through and through, anime, gaming, comics, internet bullshit, cosplaying, the works. this man loves it, was born in it, molded by it, and has been filled with a utter determination to be the greatest damn hero he can be! At least with these new nifty superpowers he can bring these imagined battles with dastardly foes to fruition! Look out evil! HERE COMES THE DEFENDER OF JUSTICE!
  
  
  Outside of all his heroic banter, he is a normal guy really, abit on the eccentric side... and abit of a perv, but hey, aren't we all a little bit? Kinda comes with being human right? Yea, totally... And so what if he gets himself into mroe crap then he really should, is perhaps is abit to trusting then he should be! trust makes the world go round you know!
  
  
  Now of course, he isn't only doing this for the sake of... well... being a hero! the simple fact his powers also reward him is quite the nice way of keeping him doing what hes... doing... Demons into money, good way of getting anybody into slaying those devious ne'erdowells! And he has to fuel his lively hood of course! Being a single man in a small apartment living out a sad lonely exsistance doesn't pay the rent you know!
  
  
  But being a hero does! Even if he has to stick to small fry... better then starving! And hey!? Maybe he'll get a movie made about him! Or-or maybe recognition for his service!? The keys to the city! Wait... what does that mean anyways...? Seriously, does that mean hes allowed anywhere? or... that hes allowed everything for free? That'd be awesome...
  
  
  A nerd with a new found purpose, a great sense of justice from years of playing rpgs of various kinds and of course various animes and cartoons... While based in fiction, his mind shall not waver in the pursuit of justice! And maybe, maybe, he'll finally find a cool sidekick! or... anybody to help out really! ...been kind of a rough stretch of fighting alone really...
  
  
  To dial it back, the man is abit of a outsider when it comes down to it, not to big on the usual path through life, sure he has a job but he works whenever he wants to, and thanks to a steady amount of control over himself in regards to his work... the usual paths aren't one's he typically travels, thus making him seem abit superfluous at times when he does something that seems different then how people normally do things.
  
  
  Hell, instead of keeping things quiet and figuring out what the hell is happening to him, he decides to try and be a hero. Abit unconventional, but he gets the job done, one way or another.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Cosplaying.
  
  
  + Being a hero.
  
  
  + Grilled Pineapple.
  
  
  + JUSTICE!
  
  
  + Cool finishing move names
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - Being reminded that he is, indeed, a nerd in a costume.
  
  
  - EVIL!
  
  
  - Those hollows that got really long tendrils or tongues... hes been on the internet long enough.
  
  
  - Going without food.
  
  
  - Spiders.
  
  
  - HIS ARCH-NEMESIS!
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Standing 6' 4", mesomorphic, 182 lbs, long hair to his shoulders more foten then not tied into a messy ponytail styled with a goatee gracing his chin, his hair is a dirty blonde that covers his head in almost a perpetually messy do. His eyes are a shiny green and always seem filled with a playful gleam of mischief, matched with a perpetual cat-like grin.
  
  
  Due to his years of cosplaying and.. well.. being a nerd and knowing what will happen should he just... well.. let himself go. He has kept up a good appearance in terms of his body fat ratio and muscle, and with this new "job" of his... he isn't gona get any bigger anytime soon.
  
  
  Clothing:
  
  
  His clothing can be seen above, every single stitch and seem in that costume was made by himself, all the way down to his boots. Hey, when creating these things is your line of work, your gona put effort into your costume! And especially now that he is a super hero, he has to look like one now!
  
  
  His general clothing is rather... unspectacular, but tends towards jeans, a green T shirt and a nice leather jacket on colder days. Nothing to special
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  History:
  
  
  Born and raised in Millsbury, Fred started his life as the son of a tailor, and a soldier. During the younger years of his life he followed his father's work closely, finding himself drawn into the world of tailoring, creating great works of beauty and art through clothing. Of course, this brought about alot of bullying from his peers, because kids are jerks and stuff since they haven't reached the age where they really didn't give two damns about what people did in their spare time.
  
  
  Some don't get past that point as adults, but you get the idea.
  
  
  In the present he still works his tailoring skills, plying his trade online and designing costumes and props for movies or simply because people are willing to pay for his services. however, this business was put to the side when he got his dreams to come true, for years, years he has watched, read and played just about everything a nerd would, dreaming of a heroic story of his own! But being content with creating life-like displays of people's favorite character's costumes and sometimes even one for himself to show off.
  
  
  However, on that fateful day next to the 7 eleven, with that weird looking thing coming down upon him like a giant crazy masked man eating frog, he got his first step into history! Kinda, in truth he spent alot of the time in the battle running like a mad man, you would to if some weird creature started raving how it was going to eat you whole, Fred did try to draw it away with some distractions, however it didn't seem to like having sour candies throw at it... Nor the Popsicle, hell the slurpee went to waste to! Damn thing didn't know quality stuff.
  
  
  So after about 20 minutes of running about, fueled by nothing but pure adrenaline and the burger he ate earlier, he managed to get stuck between a rock and a hard place, the rock being the hollow, the hard place, was a wall. And within this time, where he thought he was finally, finally going to leave this mortal realm.
  
  
  Thats when he was awakened.
  
  
  And with a newly found power at his disposal, and the tide turned from utter terror to a fighting chance, he smashed that damn frog into the ground.
  
  
  

Powers

• Awakening

• 
  
  
  JUSTICE BRINGER!
  
  
  A brutish weapon with a great heft and a sharpened razor edge, usable in both, or by one hand by Fred with surprising ease. The weapon will slice whatever it strikes, and what it cannot slice, it will crush with it's great weight. As per any other awakening, the heavy axe is created through the surrounding reishi, and always appears in a swirling mass of electricity.
  
  
  Size
  
  
  Handle is roughly 2 1/2 feet long, with the counter weight a nifty little claw ornament that brings to mind a can opener. The blade is double sided and has two beards(the part that goes back towards the handle) on each side respectively, the axe head extends 1/2 foot out from the handle and a half out each side like pictured below.
  
  
  Weight: Roughly 28 lbs, hefty and strong.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  Abilities

  Bounty Hunt
  
  
  Description: With a finishing blow the hollow or spiritual entity killed by this weapon immediately transforms into a amount of currency, the currency acquired will always be of legal tender, and the amount gained will differ in amount according to the creature's power.
  
  
  The lowest amount hes seen given from a bounty is 5 dollars, which come essentially from the smallest of the fry. A menos grande(lowest of the biggest) could give very well over a 1000 dollars. And should something of true, immense power be slayed... It will rain a blinding shower of money.
  
  
  That said, the lowest hes seen from a hollow is atleast 5 bucks... perhaps there is lower?
  
  
  
  
  JUSTICE SMASH/RIGHTEOUS SMITE/EVIL'S BANE!
  
  
  Description: With a blazing arc of electricity the strikes of this weapon are energized with a golden shock of blazing sparks and arcing lightning, very bright and shiny, has less power in it then you'd think for such a show. Good for causing a blinding show of force or simply hiding what your true intentions are within the light.
  
  
  In truth he isn't fully certain of the ability's power, all he knows is, things get hurt more when it's done. Plus it's handy to use as a "smokebomb" in a way. Activate, hit the ground, run off when the enemy is blinded.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

General Abilities

Tailoring


Description: never doubt a man who can make a outfit from scratch, and never doubt a good set of clothing. Looking good can help one in many ways, not so much helpful in battle, but there are many uses outside of it.


Along side actually having a job.




UNYIELDING JUSTICE/confidence!


Description: You know that feeling in he pit of your stomache that forces you to do the right right? that moral compass? Here we have a man who puts that to go use, and makes a good impression while doing so!


The ability to remain confident in battle and outside of it can help one in many, many different ways, aside from the most common, keeping your head in the game and not wondering what your doing with your life.


if you can go home at the end of the day and say "i did good," and thats enough for you to feel happy, then you know how Fred manages to keep up this hero gig.


Self confidence, under valued, over looked, but the most important damn thing in this world. Could also be said, seeing what horrible things that spawn from the depths of the various minds that create art, just about any of these masked bastards looks beatable.


In summary, the will and confidence to get the job done, no matter the odds!

Roleplay Sample

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"HAVE NO FEAR CITIZEN! I am the bringer of justice, the defender of all! And I shall protect you!" the man practiced in a empty lot for what seemed like the 30th time in a row, it was a rather lonely day out in the park so it was prime time to actually.. you know.. practice what hes always wanted to say when the time came to actually protect folk, other then just finding whatever masked evil do'er he could find that didn't seem TO terrible to fight. Which wasn't many really... But when it came down to it he could always just blind the thing and run away, survive and live to fight evil another day, that sort of thing.


Perhaps he should work in some armor to the costume? make it seem more.. glorious?


Nah... Should be fine.


He took a moment the think on the whole situation, sure things were... more interesting these days, but he was human, could he live off doing this? Would this power last? Do people even want his help at all? Alot of questions flew through his head, questions that have frequented him a great deal since he started this, he had to eat and sleep like anybody else, what if he was relied upon to much, what if, during these times he needed to rest, somebody gets hurt! Nobody will accept an excuse of "i'm human." when your a hero!


Then again... perhaps there were others? hopefully so... he'd rather not have to deal with this all by himself... From the look of it... there was way, WAY bigger things then what he deals with about. He was still, regrettably, a novice slayer of evil, not like he could take every challenge that could come his way, sometimes it was best to duck out and get whoever you can to safety! Hell if the thing was to big for him, normal folk were gona have even less of a chance!


....Speak of the devil, seems something came to say hi, atleast he was away from other folks.


The beast waddled forward, it's breath a heaving panting gasp each time it tried to suck in any air. In truth, it kinda looked like a turtle... a tough shell on it's back, roughly the size of a car, its mask was pretty damn plain... but also kinda looked like a turtle aswell...?


Did this thing literally just take up the appearance of a turtle!?!


What the hell! that wasn't gona give him a heroic battle!


"Tsk, look at you, not even trying to look threatening!" "Groooooooowaaah!" the creature growled like a insane spirit, which it was, and seemed to.... 'rush" towards him with it's four legs propelling it forward as fast as it could... which... wasn't fast at all really.


Stepping a few feet to the side, the turtle went past him and crashed right into a children's playground. "hey bud, gotta work on that whole watching while you run thing huh?" "GROAH!" "I hear yea, I'm a rookie to." "BRAAAAGH!" the creature tucked in all of it's limbs and... sat there on the ground...


"....Really? thats all yea got? Well, guess it's time to finish yea off then, no harsh feelings man, can't have yea at a children's playground." and with that, he concentrated... Listening to the sounds of the world... the energy all around him... calling it... bringing it forth...


And with a crackling display of light and sparks he withdrew his weapon from the spiritual energy of the world! brandishing his mighty blade towards the creature, a smirk coming across his face. "it's been fun buddy! but today is not your lucky day- HUH!?" Fred gasped as he stared at the point where the turtle... thing... just was, and then spotted the dman thing running down the path like a god dman maniac!


"Oi! wait up! get back here!" the man shouted as he chased after the surprisingly fast turtle hollow! "Halt in the name of justice! Fight honorably you fool! GET BACK HERE YOU DAMN TURTLE!"


The chase went on for an hour before Fred got tired and went home, the memory of his nemesis fresh in his mind... One day... one day he will get that damn turtle back for this...

 

[Xenomorphic]

Thadeus Morah

The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time. A stigma in of itself. Thadeus Morah

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​

Nickname: Hermae, Zeed, Morah, D.


Race: Human, Fullbringer


Gender: Male


Age: 18 years old


Date of Birth: February, 17th

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

• 
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Always the kind of sly dog, Thadeus always wears a grin. (Not necessarily a smile, as he will only flash those around sometimes for his own benefit.) He hardly cares for the beings of others who do not concern themselves with being anything more than just an acquaintance to him. He shares a slight love for family, but not by much. With his father out of the picture and his mother constantly working, he was almost always alone. If ever he wanted to get things done, he'd have to do it himself. However self reliant Thadeus may seem, he in all honesty wishes that someone would look onto him and see how lonely he really is at points in his life; and would stick around to keep him company or cheer him up when encouragement was needed. He is not completely malicious and will appear before a person who is faced with a rather extremely stressing or dire situation. Because of these ‘once in a blue moon’ acts of kindness, he knows that his heart isn't as dark as he pictures it to be.
  
  
  Thadeus has been more of a smart ass (much to the disdain of others) for the entirety of his life and isn't the type of person to easily blow a fuse, however it's not impossible. If one were to indeed find a way to seriously irritate Thadeus to the point of breaking his peaceful demeanor or belittle him to the point of him becoming absolutely enraged, that would spell out instant trouble. His opinion on other people can easily be swayed depending on every minor action that they do, and as such, can make him easily disappointed by even the smallest of things. He is extremely headstrong and adamant in every decision he makes unless given an extremely good argument, and is also very persistent when he sets his mind to doing something; not quitting until he has met his goal and surpassed it to the farthest of his ability. (He finds it distasteful when others do things 'half-assed'.)
  
  
  Thadeus tends to not rush into anything, especially a fight, without first monitoring all aspects of the situation and finding a way to keep him from getting hurt. He finds a type of 'discuss', in the overly 'goody-goody two shoes' type of person. Not in a sense that makes him evil or mean, just in the slightest moment of where their ego or 'sickening' character's constant actions lead them to go out of their way to help anybody in any way possible. Something also notable to mention would be Thadeus's adaptability to situations. Traveling around a lot has given Thadeus the ability to adapt to a lot of situations with ease, thus being able to adapt to many circumstances. His eidetic memory can also recall his past fifteen years down to the minutest detail.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Wildlife
  
  
  + Occasional Silence
  
  
  + Heavy Downpours
  
  
  + Jelly Beans
  
  
  (especially Jelly Beans)
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - Arachnids
  
  
  - Half Assery
  
  
  - Dumbassery
  
  
  - Crap Music
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance:
  
  
  Thadeus is a slightly toned man with a complexion between tan and ghost white. His face is long with a prominent chin, sharp nose, and a soft jawline to accompany his other features. He has sharp eyes that always seem to be in some type of glare, one red the other a blackish brown, with very thin eyebrows looming just above. Always kept in an unkempt manner, Thadeus’s long, black, shaggy hair is just long enough to block his area of vision, which he never really minded to begin with but nevertheless is kept healthy, shiny, and soft.
  
  
  With a long neck, strong shoulders, and just about everything that would dwarf a natural humans', this man is the definition of overgrown, standing at six feet two inches, which is something he takes notice of, especially when navigating around low hanging branches and spider webs; especially the spider webs. And although he likes being the tall guy in the crowd, he was never one for the constant attention when his head managed to poke out of large crowds with ease. Since most of his life was spent almost alone, he dedicated himself to getting fit, because of this he’s managed to tone up a little, though he isn't necessarily ripped. The muscles are visible though. He is in every sense of the word, lean but healthy enough to not look malnourished. When he walks it is a walk of nonchalance, his expression being one of a rather annoyed yet strikingly uncaring display. Also, it’s easy to tell when he pissed, since his glare is enough to put a convicts intimidation to shame. Incidentally though, he has one hell of a poker face.
  
  
  
  
  
  Clothing:
  
  
  Thadeus's entire wardrobe consists of numerous black pairs of jeans, white tactical shirts, and one black leather jacket. He's never really had the idea of buying anything else because he breathes pretty well at the end of the day. However, he does own a couple few black tank tops and a couple of sweatpants to go with those tank tops. They're all namely grey in color. As for footwear, he always wears ankle high, black cotton socks, and a pair of dress shoes which never manage to stay dirty. In short, if you see him wearing the same white tactical shirt and black jeans, just know that it's not the only pair, but it is the only thing he will wear when he's out of the house.
  
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Thadeus was born into a one parent household where he grew up bland or rather as bland as it could be for one able to sense the souls of those recently departed. He led an extremely curious life as a child and would occasionally leave the house at times to explore the city of Millsbury, walking around the curb and heading to the nearest convenience stores to window shop, namely the pet stores. Mainly he just liked to gawk at the dogs. It wasn't until he was old enough to attend elementary school that he started to take notes on the animals that inhabited the area around him and even recorded data on how they behaved among each other. Even if it was just pigeons, squirrels, stray cats, and noisy dogs. It wasn't until he had stumbled onto a dog house located behind an abandoned apartment, an unusual sight around where he lived. What was inside was even more rare. A malnourished dog jet black in terms of fur, or rather what little fur it had left paired along with the most beautiful jade green eyes he'd ever seen. The way the dog whimpered and shook was evidence of the pain and hunger the poor animal had to endure. Little did he know, this stray animal would change the way he lived from that point on. He would learn what it was like to have a friend who actually cared about him.
  
  
  Though young, it was expected that kids would make fun of him. But for them to actually avoid him because he could 'see dead people', was something he actually grew to hate about himself. And with his mother hardly there, he only had himself to talk to it about, given that his neighbors looked after him from the comfort of their own house. Checking up on him every so often within the day to make sure he had done all the necessary things before starting onto the next. He figured that since his mother was pretty damn successful, what was one more mouth to feed. He felt as if the loneliness this one dog felt would be enough to form a bond between the both of them. However, this would be something he'd have to keep from the mother who was hardly there. She never cared much for animals, but from what Thadeus saw, she never cared much for him either with what lack of emotional support he received.
  
  
  It was a full day before the poor animal had regained consciousness and even then it still attempted to attack Thadeus protect itself. However given its lacking health, did nothing but fall back down into its little basket bed Thadeus had made for it. It would be several pain staking months before the dog had fully recuperated, not to mention the potty training that's have to be done. Nonetheless, Thadeus was there throughout the dogs recuperation to document, study, and help out whenever it seemed necessary. Within those months, Thadeus and the once stray had formed the bond he'd hoped for, all the while being unnoticed by his obviously oblivious mother and neighbors at that.
  
  
  He wouldn't leave his mother's house till he was eighteen and fresh out of high school, his friend long gone, instead taking with him the memento of his dog, a small red collar with the name Zeed crudely carved into it. In all honesty it fit more like a choker than anything else, but he felt better when he had it with him. Generally speaking he only wears it when he's alone. Other than that, the collar stays attached to the belt loop of his pants. He moved into a small house that had the same feel as one of those small studio apartments his mother had no problem paying for, where he'd be able to live out the rest of the next couple of months after graduation. Feeling that he needed something else to do to occupy his time he picked up a few hobbies to keep himself occupied. Through exercise he strengthened his body and by keeping to texts book he actually bought from the schools, he kept himself well educated.
  
  
  Needless to say, the true life changing experience would be the day he'd overslept on the bench at one of the local parks near his home. It was pretty late out, hell he couldn't even see anything, although technically speaking he was wearing shades so it was hard for him to see anything in all honesty. For instance the fact that there was some grotesque insectoid-like creature making its way towards him. What gave it away was the clicking it enormous scythe-like fangs made when they closed against each other. That and the fact that there was something resembling a mask which was almost as white as the moon that should've been there to illuminate the damn thing. Needless to say the chase was pretty damn short. What mattered was getting away, but for something resembling a centipede, he never really liked the fact that it had legs for months.
  
  
  It was only when the hollow managed to back him into an alley did Thadeus finally realize that he was screwed. Luckily for him though the beast was too dumb to realize that its pincers were to big to allow it to fit. However there was one thing that it did grab onto. And that was the emblem that had his dog's name inscribed on it. The one thing he loved would be the death of him. He struggled to yank it away, then he struggled to get it off, but he was already caught within the creature's grasp and the last he saw of his memento was it flying into the alley way. Of course the creature did manage to catch him off guard when it spoke of how Thadeus was too much trouble to go through in terms of a decent meal.
  
  
  It was right before the creature was about to finish off with its agenda, that there was an abrupt shift in power, he sensed it and so did the bug. That shift was suddenly put into one extremely powerful headbutt by what he could only see was something pure black with the only feature noticeable at the time being its jade green eyes and the collar it was wearing, which was too similar to that of the one that the two power struggled over just moments ago. Damn those shades. Nevertheless, the first though that crossed him mind was that something like this had to be impossible, he saw his friend pass away a long time ago. Or so he thought However the sheer impact of the headbutt was enough to make the beast let go of Thadeus just long enough for him to escape its grasp and take off his shades. He then saw it for what it really was, it was a gator that was hungry, or so it looked like.
  
  
  That was until the hollow hissed, went into rage mode, and then charged with its pincers. And at that point the gator thing wasted the big ass bug with a prehensile tongue attack that just obliterated the mask on the thing. The force from that alone was apparently enough to somehow make it stop moving. He decided for some reason to make sure that it was dead so he kicked it a few one too many times. And when he looked back to run from the reptile that saved him, he only saw his dog's collar in its place. He'd had enough for one night he thought, so he figured that he'd go back home and just sleep off his worries. Once he'd arrived, he body planted onto the bed and knocked out, the collar resting in his hand while he slept. What he woke up to was that same black reptile looking over him while he slept. The following moments were filled with him freaking out, realizing that this must have to do with something about him being able to do the things that he can do, and then going back to having to buy pet food for something that didn't really even need to eat food. The way this thing acted, it was almost exactly like Zeed, except it wasn't. It was something way more badass.
  
  
  

Powers

• Zeed

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  Zeed, the Black Varanid (Stage One)
  
  
  (Expect a picture within the near future.)
  
  
  Known as the 'Black Varanid' to only Thadeus, it sticks seeing as how Zeed is almost exactly the shape of a monitor lizard. Given he has a few different features that he shares with other reptiles but on a much grander scale. Though he is only four feet in length, he is quite a power house when compared to any living animal and can actually pose a threat to any hollow foolish enough to just shrug him off. His complexion is like that of a snakes', soft and smooth; colored a type of jet black with large jade-green eyes that almost seem to glow in the dark. He has the head shape similar to that of a saltwater crocodile and even more powerful jaw strength to boot. Or at least it's what Thadeus would assume given the pure resemblance; and even though he's never seen Zeed take off a Hollow's arm, he's seen a salt water crocodile barrel roll and bite off a human's arm.
  
  
  That being said, Thadeus is sure that the monster was a lot bigger than Zeed. In comparison it might not be enough to bite off an arm, but it may be enough to rend flesh. That is of course, assuming his mouth is even big enough to fit around it. His tail is long and thick, much like that of any alligator, and as such able to deliver powerful tail whips strong enough to knock a decently-sized hollow on its ass. The rest of his body composition is like that of a monitor lizard e.g. a Gila monster or Komodo Dragon, being that it has a body built for running, and given its Crocodilia attributes, allows Zeed to swim just as well as he can run. However, one specific trait that allows for stealth are the nubby toes he has, which share resemblance to that of the grippers one would find on a gecko's paws. These allow him to scale any surface without slipping.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Abilities

  
  
  
  Paralytic Reishi
  
  
  Zeed's long, prehensile, chameleon-like tongue is covered in a type of saliva composed of a reishi which shares the same effects of a paralytic toxin; which allows him to temporarily paralyze major threats. Though most of these threats have mainly been hollows.Incidentally, when coiled up, the tongue can deliver an extremely powerful, straight forward punch. The ability is used mainly as a type of defense which renders the target motionless for about the better part of a minute to two minutes tops. This allows for an easy escape from the much bigger hollows that he obviously scorns himself for not being able to deal with personally. However, if exposed to enough of this reishi, one may find themselves immune to this toxin. However it simply means that more deadly toxins must be applied... At some point.
  
  
  The release of this toxin is very much so triggered when a spiritual threat is nearby. Mainly anything hollow in nature, or rather more hollow than Thadeus. However, it can also be self-produced even when there is no danger sensed. Mainly used against Thadeus or others when he gets jealous or thinks it's time for Thadeus to go to bed. A kind of Brock and Croagunk moment, if you will. If one happens to see Zeed drooling by chance, just know that it's the paralytic toxin dripping out due to overproduction. In short, look out for a lashing tongue.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Spiritual Camouflage
  
  
  A more advanced form of camouflage than other reptiles have had the abilities to show. With the advanced, almost nonexistent scales on his body, he can change the colors in his scales to either change color, texture appearance, or even reflect light. Blending into his surroundings almost perfectly, given that his eyes are closed and his angling is correct. Not only that, but when in this type of stealth mode, he has the ability to hide his reishi almost completely. Allowing for complete invisibility even to the most acute of hunters. This has aided him while living in Thadeus's 'care', as he has a large enough output of reishi which can easily grab the attention of any hollow within the general vicinity of him. The drawback however, is that his scales can't change color quickly enough to blend in with such things as moving foliage due to wind, or other mobile objects. Because of this, Zeed tends to stick to walls, ceilings, doors, and tree trunks.
  
  
  Incidentally, it makes for reconnaissance of unknown areas extremely easy when stealth is needed above all else. But most importantly, it makes for challenging, yet fun games of hide n' seek.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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General Skills

Memory Bank


Due to living most of his life alone without anybody to really rely on, he has grown an affinity for doing things by himself. And even though it really didn't kick in till Thadeus was three years old, all of the things that have been achieved are mainly due to this little skill of his. Things like cooking recipes, route directions, locations, etc. are all stored withing that processing center of his. Good thing that Thadeus is a quick learner.







Seeing


By focusing, Thadeus can actually inhabit the mind of his Fullbring, allowing him to see and hear exactly what it is that Zeed is listening and watching. Incidentally this also helps for spying on people to get intel and such. It also allows Thadeus to see just what it is his Fullbring is capable of doing in terms of strength, in case he does intend to takeover in a 1v1 sparring match against a hollow. When it comes down to it, sometimes you just need pure intelligence over instinct.

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Roleplay Sample

"In other news, their has been increase in the number of disappearances within the city of Millsbury! More on that, next." said the newscaster right before Thadeus switched the channel to something else more interesting. He knew what was happening. He was almost one of those people who disappeared, had it not been for Zeed... Or him. Or whatever, it was something either way, all he knew is that whatever that damn thing was. It was a centipede in appearance, and it looked cool, save for the fact that it was trying to make a meal out of him. But in all honesty, Thadeus could care less, seeing as how that was water under the bridge.


There was some part of Thadeus that felt like he wasn't the only one that this was happening to. Or at least he hoped he wasn't. Lest he have to self-medicate himself because he was going crazy. Though as crazy as it seemed, he always caught himself stealing quick glimpses at the reptilian creature he had named Zeed, after his dog that'd passed away a while ago. But every time he looked, he only saw the thing with its mouth wide open and extremely long tongue lolling out onto the counter top, hissing at some small birds on the ledge of his window which also had masks. Thadeus's eyes widened when he realized what they were and quickly shoo'd them away. "Out of this house! Out of this house! Spirits begone from this house!" he exclaimed as he opened a window.


Obviously that would attract the attention of those who passed by. This only made Thadeus feel really dumb in the end, something he didn't like. "I know nobody else but me can see these things, as far as I know of anyways..." the poor boy thought as he retracted his head back into the house and closed the window behind him. Abruptly closing the shades too. The last he'd want to see is those damn things looking in for their next meal. He returned back to his seat at the bar counter in his kitchen. But when he looked back at Zeed, there he was doing the same thing again. Mouth wide opened, hissing, his tongue splayed out onto the counter top.


He dared to look back and could see the shadows of those damn birds perched on the ledge of his window again. He knew they were looking in despite the fact that there were blinds in the way, obviously. "Maybe they are blind, in all technicality they don't seem to have eyes..." Thadeus thought to himself. Then again, they wouldn't have flown back onto the same damn place if they had. He just figured to let it go and see if there were any cartoons that were worth watching or if he should just watch the same superhero again for the umpteenth time. He figured if all else failed, he'd go for a walk and maybe take Zeed with him. If people couldn't see what he could see, then maybe they couldn't see Zeed. Or at least that's what hoped.


The worst case scenario was that people could see him, snap pictures, and attract unwanted attention. That was the last thing he needed in all honesty. "Then again, I could always just... Go exercising. You have good grip, right bud?" Thadeus asked, earning Zeed's attention. The creature simply retracted its tongue into its mouth and closed its mouth, only to let a 'mer' noise as if trying to say yes, or at least Thadeus hoped it was a yes. What's the worst case scenario? What was the worst that could happen. If anything else, Thadeus could say it's just a prop... A very elaborate prop. That would never work...

 

[Mitchs98]

Yui 'Jewels' Shiba
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Things are gunna get loud! Yui 'Jewels' Shiba

Nickname: Jewels, its a stage name


Race: High-Spec


Gender: Female


Age: 18


Date of Birth: December 8th

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

• 
  
  
  Personality:
  
  
  Yui is your sterotypical rocker chick. Loud, crude, and not serious whatsoever is she. Silence and quiet do not go in her vocabulary at all, ever. The girl pretty much talks for as long as she can think of something to say. She is extremely blunt and to the point, she is not afraid to give her opinion at all to anyone and usually does so as rudely as possible.
  
  
  Typically she treats life as a party, and generally forces others into the same mindset. If she's not having fun she might as well not be alive, or at-least she thinks so. Despite this, she isn't wreckless. If it's something completely life-threatening or with threat of serious injury she has the common sense to, reluctantly, refuse to do it.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Rock 'n Roll
  
  
  + Anything music related.
  
  
  + Hotdogs
  
  
  + Pizza
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - Green
  
  
  - Pie
  
  
  - Sushi
  
  
  - Seafood
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance:
  
  
  Yui stands at 5'6 and weighs 132 lbs. She has an athletic build with muscle tone clearly visible, though mostly on the arms. She has brown rounded eyes to match her short brown hair. On her left cheek is a spade tattoo, on her right outer shoulder is another spade tattoo with her name underneath.
  
  
  Clothing:
  
  
  Yui typically wears outfits such as in the above picture. She almost always wears her silver hair clips in her hair, only taking them off when absolutely nessacary such as taking a shower. She always carries her guitar with her everywhere, no matter what. Never know when inspiration for a new song will hit, after all.
  
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Ever since Yui was little she always liked music of any kind. Though of course originally when she was younger it was lighter stuff, but as she grew older she became a huge fan of rock music. Don't get me wrong, she loved music in general but to her rock music could never really compare. Thus when she was 13 she roped her parents into buying her her first electric guitar and paying for her for lessons. Of course, she thoroughly enjoyed playing it every minute of the day. Day in and day out Yui would continually practice until eventually she was pretty much on par with a few more famous musicians. Or at-least, she thought she was. In reality she was pretty good, but no where near that good.
  
  
  When she was 16 she formed a band as the lead guitarist for a school talent show. Of course, her band won first place; a victory she still brags about to this very day. Aptly named the Spades they've been together ever since, playing several small time jobs in town, in New York, and around the area. Most of them unpaying for publicity, but a few of them earning them some extra cash. When she discovered her powers Yui had been practicing alone out in her back yard, luckily her parents weren't around or they'd probably of freaked. Suddenly and without warning Yui had blasted a hole in the wooden fence after strumming a rather loud note on her guitar. She blinked and tried it again, though a little lower. Sure enough, a wave of sound came out of her guitar to further damage the fence. She wasn't sure what it was, nor how well she could control it, or even how it happened. But she did know, it was pretty freaking cool.
  
  
  She'd always been able to see spirits of course, though at varying degrees of competency up until full clarity when she'd turned 16. At that point she looked around trying to find others like her, and eventually stumbled across some weird shop. Conversations ensued and eventually she started working there.
  
  
  

Powers

• Sonic Guitar

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  Sonic Guitar
  
  
  Pretty much the guitar as seen above. This allows Yui to use her powers, currently it's simply a normal guitar. No other instruments have proven to allow her to use her abilities, however. Yui uses her guitar to blast out sick sonic notes to damage, dis-orientate, or otherwise harm hollows. The sound waves are completely invisible, though the attacks are delayed by a few seconds, giving that surprise 'wtf' feel to her attacks.
  
  
  

  Abilities

  
  
  
  Sonic Blast
  
  
  Yui's most common, easiest, and most basic attack. She isn't exactly that skilled in it, nor is she in any other skills to do with her new abilities, but still. Varying in size, intensity, and length depending on the notes she plays on her guitar. Yui is only able to at most shatter glass and dent wood. Though of course it adds up, singular attacks are nigh useless. Stronger notes provide kickback, allowing Yui extra mobility from them during combat.
  
  
  
  
  Sonic Rift
  
  
  Pretty much an upgraded version of Sonic Blast. This skill requires Yui to play half of or an entire song in order for it to be of any use. As she plays the sound waves become more and more destructive, kicking up dirt and tearing through things as they move to her target. The music itself, of course, becomes louder as well. Rather than being invisible this attack actually appears as a distorted wave of sound as it moves through the air.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

General Skills

Rock 'n Roll


Yui can play pretty much any rock song ever made simply by hearing it once. She won't exactly be an expert, but she can play it.




First Aid


Yui has extremely extensive First Aid training, given she has the right supplies she can fix just about anything First Aid can. Don't expect her to save people from fatal injuries, but she could probably save someone sever

Roleplay Sample

"Yeah! Wooo!" Yui shouted loudly as she rocked out on her guitar in the middle of a empty field to...well nothin but air really. Currently she was simply trying out her abilities, firing off blasts at trees, birds, and the sky itself. Poor birds. Luckily none of the blasts actually hit them or they'd be very exploded. After about an hour of practice she sat down on the grass with her guitar in her lap and breathed a somewhat exhausted sigh. "Man..who woulda ever thought the power of rock would become an actual thing" She mumbled to herself, snickering at her own joke.


After about fifteen minutes of rest a tall black figure oddly shaped like a humanoid lizard with a white mask ambled its way towards her. It was quite a ways off, so Yui found herself squinting at the thing to figure out what it was. It was one of those weird demon thingies she'd killed..admittedly by accident. Really it had been unfortunate enough to waver into exsistance in the middle of her jam session and kinda got blasted. It was a weaker hollow, but a hollow nonetheless. This one looked weak to, it wasn't that big. Maybe 7 foot tall. Though it slowly sped up its pace until eventually it was howling and jogging towards her.


She grinned and hopped up, clutching her guitar and aiming the tip of the bridge towards the hollow. "Things're gunna get loud!" She warned the hollow, who only looked mildly confused before speeding up faster. She shrugged, "Don't say I didn't warn ya!" She shouted, raising her arm up before bringing it down and strumming out a deep note. Slow, yet powerful, aiming to bring it down in one hit the blue wavy blast shot forth towards the hollow. The hollow had no idea what it was and ended up getting it, though it sent it back it didn't damage its mask enough to count.


She cursed under her breath as she was forced to dodge out of the way of the thing, barely escaping its attack. She sighed annoyedly. "C'mon just die already! Sheesh!" She shouted, rapidly strumming along on her guitar, which rapidly bombarded the hollow with blasts. After the dust cleared a "GWOOORRAAHH" was all that could be heard as it charged at her and punched her in the stomach. It sent her tumbling a few feet before she stopped. Surprisingly it didn't knock her out, thus she stood up coughing. "Why won't you just die already?!" She whined. This time she sent several moderate blasts towards it, slower, but more powerful. The sound of rock and roll echoing through the forest and the empty field.


Once done she was breathing heavily, this time the only sound that could be heard was one last fainting roar as it dissipated. She sat down on the grass and started laughing enthusiastically, flashing the rock and roll symbol as the dust cleared. "Hell yeah! That's how you do it Yui!" She cheered to herself.

 

[PlazmaStryke]

Kayde Rogers
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Oh....you think running and hiding will save you? Hah! Trust me when I say, such cowardice, such weakness....won't be saving anybody. Kayde Rogers

Nickname: N/A.


Race: Human, High-spec.


Gender: Male.


Age: 17.


Date of Birth: September 8th.

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

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  Personality:
  
  
  Kayde is a guy who loves stories, and often can be caught daydreaming. He can be both optimistic about the future, and also extremely pessimistic. His own past has caused him to believe that things won't work out, but his mind drifts towards better tomorrows nonetheless, and it honestly annoys him. However, that isn't impressive, considering Kayde finds most things to be more irritating than anything else. A boy rather quick to anger, he often has trouble keeping his temper, and as such, his impulsiveness, in check. Despite this, Kayde does his best to make it through his daily routine without getting pissed off, and often manages to make it through his rather annoyance filled, in his opinion, life.
  
  
  Rather uncaring about the actual well-being or interest of other people, Kayde is a loner. He prefers being alone, though this was not always the case. Nowadays, he likes to go off and brood, wishing for better days of the past. During those times, his horrible, gut-wrenching guilt returns, and he struggles his himself once more. A horrible case of Survivor's Guilt has been instilled in him, and it has come to help define him. Believing himself to be a weakling and a coward, Kayde does his best to become better every night he can, going out into the world to hunt Hollows, often saving many ordinary people in the process. Sometimes thanked by those who understood what was occurring to some level, Kayde helps his own mental demons rest long enough to get some sleep every night. Otherwise, Kayde is often bitter and irritated. Being prone to fits of anger and fear, Kayde also avoids alleys on many occasions, and has proven that he remains as faithful as ever, despite his past.
  
  
  Growing up alone, Kayde is probably not the guy he might have really been, but he has managed to at least get by in life, living without friends or family alike. Mostly either apathetic or irritated at the world, Kayde does his best to ponder his faith, and his religion. He's truly a believer, and is more than willing to get into a fight with anyone who would dare mock him or his faith. Beyond all of this, Kayde is a rather simple somewhat thought to be nerdy teenage boy, and one who absolutely loves getting into fights. Taking time out of his day to fight, either hollows or other people, Kayde enjoys this aspect of himself, as well as other more likely self-destructive tendencies.
  
  
  He is always under the belief that his weakness got his only family killed, and that he should not have survived that day. No matter what, so far. There's more to him, but for a small psych profile, this should give a nice overview to his general character currently.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Reading
  
  
  + Fighting
  
  
  + (His) Faith
  
  
  + Stories
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  - People
  
  
  - Pacifism
  
  
  - Money
  
  
  - Hollows
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance:
  
  
  Kayde doesn't stand out when it comes to his outward appearance. He's tall enough to fit right into a crowd, standing at a smooth 6' even, and skinny enough to not really run into anyone or take up too much space. As he's rather lanky, and not the strongest looking or muscled, Kayde really just looks, and for the most part is, an average teenager. He has naturally black, somewhat unruly hair, and constantly is trying to smooth it out. He wears a rather simple pair of unbroken glasses that help frame his face well, and has an average male face. He also keeps a Cross Pendent necklace on his person at all times (except obvious reasons), and usually keeps it out of the way by just keeping it tucked into his shirt. Like a Shadow, he doesn't really stand out.
  
  
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  Usually, one could find Kayde wearing a normal blue pair of jeans, with a simple cargo pants belt, a plain white short-sleeved shirt, and a black zip-up hoodie. Again, he also has his glasses and his Pendent for accessories.
  
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Kayde is a bit of a sad story. Not as sad as other people, no way. But he isn't a happy one by any means. He's a kid who's done his best despite the fact that he hasn't had family at all for his entire teenage years. Since he was 11 actually. He's been alone. He probably was before too, but he's long since forgotten those times....or maybe he forced himself to forget? Honestly, Kayde can't really remember. All he knows is that for as long as he can remember, he's been just like his powers: A shadow. Non-existent. Not worthy of notice. He's always been there for most people, but nobody really cares about him, or his existence. It's been that way for a long time though, so long that Kayde's gotten used to it. He doesn't want to be, but he is. Now, as a result, Kayde doesn't care. About others. About their problems. About their worries. He's become emotionally detached in many ways, engulfed in his own pity and irritation. These days, he's short with people. Quick to anger, and quick to flee. He never had any friends for as long as he could remember. But one day, he gained a friend. He met and became friends with Jackson. It was nice. Kayde was a better person from then on. He was actually starting to be happy, be healthier! People didn't actually seem to always fail to notice him for once. Just 97 percent of the time now! It was amazing. It drove him to grow in great ways, and he became more than just a shallow person of loneliness and anger for a while.
  
  
  Of course, like always, the dreams he had, had to go. The Echo happened. Then, a few days later, a full quarter of a year after he made his first friend in forever, they were attacked. He and Jackson had been walking home from their high-school, joking in their bitter, sarcastic, as well as dry, and bright and witty ways, respectively, when they passed through a simple and short little alley. Two walked in, only one ran out. A hollow had attacked them. It was like a mud giant from an anime or something, but completely black, with a plain white mask on it's "face", with giant hands, a larger torso, and smaller arms and legs, it was grotesque. Being both normal humans, both of whom had suddenly started feeling more energized lately, as well as seeing more and more people every day, they had no hope of defeating a hollow, even a low-powered and fresh one like that one. So naturally, they didn't. The hollow mocked the two of them, and kept them forcefully trapped in that alley. Fighting it had proven to be pointless. They couldn't hope to hurt it, let alone harm it enough to get away from the monster. The hollow unfortunately, ran out of patience. It decided to get on with its mean. Kayde at that point, was busy praying for help in some way, when the hollow rose one of its huge, dis-proportionally-sized hands up, and attacked him with it. He opened his eyes long enough to see Jackson jump in front of him. To see him get torn asunder. To see him die. And to see his ghost leave his disfigured body. Laughing, the monster grabbed Jackson, and well....ate him. Horrified by this traumatic experience, Kayde did nothing. Not that he really could have, looking back. But just afterword, when the hollow turned its attention back on him, Kayde prayed again. He prayed and he ran, screw the consequences. This monster was going to eat him! The hollow was much to strong though, and easily grabbed Kayde within his bloody hand. Then, and only then, his cross, under his shirt shined with black light. The newly-scarred teen in it's hand felt empowered, he felt himself capable of great things. So being an idiot, he punched the hollows hand. It hurt. A lot. Now even more harmed then before, Kayde just wanted to run. He wanted to run away from this nightmare, to wake up and realize that it wasn't as real as it felt. To wake up, and to forget it ever happened. The hollow drew him in close, and opening it's horrible, previously-unseen maw, pulled Kayde towards it's mouth. Kayde put forth even once of that wish in his heart, and punched the hollow in the face. Covered in black, purple-tinted fog, Kayde's hand hit the hollow, and shockingly, made it flinch, dropping him onto the cold, hard concrete below. His back now hurting as well, Kayde followed his limited mental command and clarity, and terror-stricken, absconded the hell out of there, unknowingly gliding/running from the alley back the way they'd come. The hollow's cries for its other meal soon left behind, Kayde ran all the way home, his gliding leaving him shortly after escaping the alley.
  
  
  Nowadays, Kayde is bitter, angry, and closed-off individual. Even worse than he once was, people dislike him. Unfortunately for them, he dislikes them far more than they do him, and his feelings of annoyance for helping anyone at any point have only likely sealed their fate should they be in need of his help from a hollow or something. He doesn't care anymore. About anything really. After all, Why should he care about them, when they don't care about him? However, now he goes out and hunts. Hunts hollows. Hunts for the one to kill Jackson. He hopes that with the strength he gains, and the fun fights he has, that one day, he can find it, and if he does: He can kill it.
  
  
  But until then, to the world? He's just a Shade. A Shade of who he once was. A Shadow. Easily forgotten, but important nonetheless. At least, that's what he hopes is true anyway. People at school learned about Jackson's horrible "murder", and were sympathetic and everything. Some still are, despite his attitude. He still doesn't really care though. Because despite his guilt now, all his weakness, he'll still live. For the only family he's ever remembered really having. For Jackson, the brother who gave his life for his weakness.
  
  
  

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  Holy Eclipse, the Inheritor of Shadows
  
  
  A rather plain and simple looking Cross Pendent that is wore as a necklace by Kayde, it is one of the few things that has been with him his whole life, and one of great importance and memory. It's one of the few gifts he'd ever had from his parents, and is now his most important treasure. After the Echo, and his subsequent power's awakening, Kayde found that the main "Channel" for his abilities was his Pendent, and when he connects with and empowers it, it changes form. When changing forms, Kayde takes off his necklace, holds it in his hands, and seemingly praying, summons Holy Eclipse's new form somewhat theatrically. When he fights now, Kayde uses it in its Blade form, a simple English-style longsword capable of being wielded either single, or double-handedly. True to name, it is mostly black, with a white outline of the blade, double-edged, and with a simple black leather-esque grip. It has a unique guard, part simple bar, and part half-circle, and is the only part of its Blade form to be asymmetrical. It has a rounded-tiered pommel. It is amazingly strong, and has an amazing structural integrity about it. It comes sheathed in a matching simple sheath, and Kayde has been known to use it while fighting as well, either in his off-hand, or just as a blunt-force cover for his Blade, so as not to truly harm his opponent. When wielding Holy Eclipse, Kayde has been shown to have a Reiatsu that matches it's own coloring, that is: Black with a White outline.
  
  
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  Shadow Pierce
  
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  Description: Kayde's most damaging and offensive technique to date, Shadow Strike is all about the literal meaning of the name. That is, to strike shadows. By attacking the shadow of his target, Kayde is able to significantly increase the damage he does to the target, as well as potentially confusing his enemy, given that so long as his shadow strikes his targets shadow, be it with blade or body, then his target will be harmed by it. It is an active battle technique, and is requires activation to work. Armor and Spiritual energy/pressure are slightly less effective against this technique, however this is both a complex technique to use, and also very energy/stamina heavy, often draining Kayde quickly once he starts using it. Kayde also often needs to keep track of all of the shadows around him, and as this technique requires direct shadow to shadow contact, he has to be at the right angle to actually hit his targets shadow at all. Kayde requires contact with Holy Eclipse to use this technique.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  Glide
  
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  Description: By utilizing his own as well as the other shadows around him, Kayde is capable of creating a "buffer" between himself and the world. By doing this, he gains much more mobility and agility, and, more often than not, skates or glides to move rather than running while it's active. Such as Buffering his feet when he touches the ground, thus allowing him to glide across it, allowing him to move much faster. It should be noted that while Kayde does glide, he is fully in control of his movements generally, so he can force himself to stop just as easily as make himself glide across the ground. For now, he is limited to the ground and walls only, and that is as far as he has dared to think or experiment in regards to this ability. Kayde requires contact with Holy Eclipse to use this technique.
  
  
  
  
  

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General Skills

Reinforcement

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Description: Kayde learned how to pour some of his power in order to reinforce his skin and clothing, turning it into "armor" to help protect him. This technique draws upon his own Reiryoku, and seems to mimic the armor technique of an Arrancar. However, Kayde believes that he isn't using his own spiritual energy, but rather his own "Willpower", as if it were Haki from a certain anime he's seen, and as such, mentally ties the activation of this technique with the "strength of his will" at the time, in the directed manner. His "armor" greatly helps him survive, as well as get up from, a significant portion of basic hollow attacks. It's a good thing too: Kayde has only a slightly above average pain tolerance, and wouldn't be able to fight properly without this technique at this point. It's rather a crutch to him currently, knowingly or not. Kayde does not require contact with Holy Eclipse to use this technique.

Shade Sight

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Description: Kayde discovered through wandering thoughts that if he focused hard enough, he could actually "sense" the shadows in his vicinity. From their location, to orientation(if applicable), to size (ignorant of height). Because of this, he's learned that should be enter this deep focus, this "trance", he can also somewhat understand what he's actually sensing, similar to other senses. This affinity might grow with time and practice, but he finds it pretty helpful to keep track of the people and things near him, and finds it invaluable to keeping track of anyone following him, should he believe someone is, and also when it comes to keeping an eye on a Plus or Hollow, as they have shadows as well....for some reason. This technique is limited to immense focus however, and robs him of the ability to actually use his other senses while still using it. Kayde does not require contact with Holy Eclipse to use this technique.

Roleplay Sample

He was gliding again. Skating across the sidewalks in the middle of the night. It was another school night, but Kayde knew, this was the most productive thing he could be doing right now. Sleep wouldn't help. He'd just wake up again in the middle of the night anyway. This way, he's kill some Masks, refine his meager skills further, and still get enough sleep to not want to just straight up die at school tomorrow. He's wake up screaming, inside his empty apartment, just in time to need to get up for school anyways. He had it all worked out....roughly. It's been enough of a routine lately, that he's pretty such his body goes through it, whether or not he actually would now. He hopped up on a streetlight, willing himself to an immediate stop, and without hassle, did so. Activating his Shade Sight, Kayde felt the world fall away, and a new one open right up to him. Filling his mind with the knowledge of the objects and people near him, Kayde shifted through every Shadow in the area, checking each with ever-quickening efficiency, looking for another target this night.


"....Where are you hiding little Mask?" Kayde murmured as he sifted through shadows with his extra sense. Checking to his left roughly, Kayde came across a more empowered presence, and checking its shadow, learned of the hollow there. "Ah, there you are, hehehehe...." the mocking laugh dripped from now quirking teenage lips, and with a newfound bloodthirsty grin, Kayde leapt off of the streetlight, easily landing on his feet and taking off, gliding once more down the way towards his new prey.


Arriving upon the scene, Kayde found himself in a hauntingly familiar situation. There, across from him, a Mask stood, a giant dog on four legs, disgusting saliva dripping from its ever-grinning teeth, and its mask locked on the trembling forms of two little girls. Behind them, a woman, likely their mother, was slumped on the ground, likely either dead or unconscious. "Well, well, what have we here? Is the little doggie playing nice tonight? Is he, is he? Hehehe...." With a smirk, Kayde mocked the Mask in front of him, like it was a pet dog, rather than a horrifying beast of terrible power and insanity. At his comment, the Mask whirled around, facing the newcomer, and growled like the dog it was. "Awwww....is the doggie not playing nice with you kiddies? Well, we'll just have to teach it some manners now won't we? hehehe...." And with that final insult, Kayde gripped his Pendent once more, and moving to act like he was praying, pulled his hands apart. Where there was once a Cross, there was now a simple but amazing black blade, one that seemed to draw in the shadows and dark around it. With a grit of his teeth, and his focus to his target, Kayde sprung forward once more, gliding/sprinting towards the Mask.


Not one to refuse a fight or a meal, the Mask also rushed forward to meet Kayde, and quickly swiped at him with its front paw. Gliding around to the appendage, Kayde quickly spun, his blade stretched out, and cut into the Masks's flank with its straight and sharp edge. With his spin over with, Kayde was right next the Mask, and the two lashes upon its bone white armor. Drawing his blade up, gripped in both hands, Kayde lunged forward, his blade piercing deep into the Masks's flank once more. Howling in pain from this assault, the Mask quick turned, ripping the blade from Kayde's hands. The girls, now back near their mother, gasped at the disarmament of their protector, and were quick to hope for his victory.


Losing the ability to Glide without his blade/pendent in hand, Kayde fell back on his old trick, and "believing" in his own strength, socked the Mask....right in the mask. His hand aglow with black lines, his hand in it's face, its mask quickly forced to the side, the Mask fell. Right onto its side, allowing and forcing Holy Eclipse to pierce through it's entire middle. Now, with blade sticking out one end, grip from the other, and blood dripping from both, the hound was whimpering in pain and fear. It's own instincts informing it of its imminent demise, Kayde didn't allow it the time, nor the trouble. Stepping forward to the downed dog, Kayde put forth his strength through his body, and lifted the Mask enough to push it to it's other side. With the grip now facing him, Kayde grabbed his blade once more, and with all his strength, ripped the blade from the body it had brutally maimed. With two quick swings, Kayde ended another Mask, once to behead, and another to flick off some of the disgusting being's blood, and sheathed Holy Eclipse once more, allowing it to revert back into his Pendent.


With that all done, Kayde turned to the two girls, who were now looking at him with such happiness and hope on their faces that it honestly made him uncomfortable. The two launched to their feet, doing their best to tackle him, and once succeeding, hugged him, while crying their eyes out. Thoroughly displeased with this development, as well as the new pain to his back from being tackle unto the hard ground, Kayde looked down upon the crying children. "Thank you mister! Thank you so so much! We were so scared from that horrible doggie! *sniffle* It was so scary!!" The two girls traded off telling him of the event, and Kayde really wasn't good with people, let alone children! "Uhhhh....it's....okay? There's no more doggie, and you two are....just fine. You should be glad that I was hunting right now, or else you wouldn't be so fine. So you should pray real hard tonight in thanks for that! I uhhh....think that's right....right?" Awkwardly scratching his head and trying to comfort the children holding on to him, he was surprised to find the woman waking up. Shaking her head and looking around, she quickly panicked before finding her children hugging the strange boy on the grass. "Who....who are you? What happened to that....creature from before? Did it leave?" Questing the boy in front of her, she went over and started trying to comfort her children, looking upon the teenager in front of her for answers.


"Well uhhh....I killed it. My name....isn't important for you. It's gone now, and soon so will more like it. Be thankful to the Lord for my hunt this night, for otherwise, you would not be of this world any longer, nor would your children." Kayde callously stated, without regard for the kids nor the woman apart of the situation. "Now, as my job is done, you can go home safe. Have a better night, as I must be off." On that note, Kayde quickly left the mother and still shaking children, only barely catching one girls words: "Thank you mister....for saving me and my sister! I'll remember you, I promise! And if someone else needs help like us, I'll help them just like you did us!" She exclaimed despite her still adrenaline-surged and shaking, emotional body. Kayde simply turned his head, and made one final statement before gliding off to find another target that night.


"Think nothing of it. It's my pleasure to rid the world of those things. I didn't necessarily do it for either of you. But if you want to protect your family, you need to be strong enough to defend them from that which would harm them. However, you don't have to remember me. After all, I'm just a Shade, nothing here worth remembering anyway." He didn't see the effects that his words might have held to the girl, and he didn't really care. He simply moved on. He didn't think about the way his face had a slight grin to it. He didn't even notice anyway. After all, it's not like he liked helping people, cause they're just far too annoying!

 

[Nenma Takashi]

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Haru Sokai
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I may just be the biggest idiot in the world..BUT! That doesn't mean I can't change it with these fist of mine! Kazuichi Sokai

Nickname: Mad Dog Kazu or just Kazu


Race: Human Savant


Gender: Male


Age: 17


Date of Birth: Jan 27

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  Personality:
  
  
  Kazuichi is what many would call an idiot the very walking definition of one. But he can have his brief moments of being smart and when he does he feels the need to praise himself for his genius. This can lead many to think he is cocky and for the most part they'd be right. Kazuichi truly believes he is the strongest and no amount of getting knocked around or near death moments will change his mind. This idea of being the strongest has given him a curse that can be life threatening, some call it fearlessness. Due to this "fearlessness" Kazuichi lacks the ability to run from any fight no matter how outnumbered he is or how outmatched. Kazuichi is the type to protect his friends and his pride to his last dying breath.
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Kazuichi at first glance looks fairly ok, you would think he's a normal guy. But if you really took the time to look you'd see the various scars that tattoo his body. He has small ones on his arms, big ones on his chest, he also has some on his knuckles, and more small ones on his legs. He even has one scar on his left cheek, but the one place he doesn't have any scars on is his back. He has demon like eyes as some would say. What they mean is his eyes squint a lot even without him knowing like he's always glaring at something or someone. His demon eyes are a sky blue, or as some say a drowning blue. His hair is a fiery red and as he puts it he dyed it to quote "Represent my inner soul."
  
  
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  Kazuichi wears a very strange outfit, if you asked him why he'd tell you. "It's the same outfit my ideal wears!" http://www.ezcosplay.com/media/catalog/product/cache/5/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/e/j/ejj005.jpg
  
  
  
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  Many know of the man who walks a path of destruction who has beaten many of the towns toughest delinquents, making him the strongest delinquent of them all. Kazuichi Sokai or as many would call him Mad Dog Kazu. But before he was the Mad Dog he was just Kazuichi a boy who had a love for anything fighting. He loved boxing, karate, MMA, wrestling, if someone got hit or thrown he loved it. Soon he wanted to start trying some of this stuff he loved so much his parents didn't have any problems with it. After all his mother was a female MMA champ and his father the middle-weight boxing champ. They knew it was only a matter of time before his first fight and when it came he wasn't ready at all. Kazuichi had picked a fight with a third year high-school student, while he was still only a second year in middle-school. While most would think he'd lose and maybe in a way he did. No matter how many times he was knocked down or thrown around by the tough delinquent, the fire in his eyes never faded. Finally the delinquent just admitted defeat and left after that Kazuichi kept fighting and fighting. Until he was number one he was sure no one could beat him. Then "it" happened a strange wave of something he'd never felt before hit him. After it did he felt different that's when things got weird now Kazuichi was seeing, well ghost. Of course he was confused and told his parents, they told him he was hit in the head too many times and laughed. But Kazuichi was sure they were real because not only did he see ghost he felt a strange feeling from his hands. Testing this feeling out he went to the woods to see what would happen. While there he punched tree after tree rock after rock but nothing happened. He was sure though sure that something would happen, putting everything he could into one punch he hit a rock again and shattered it. Looking at his hands he now had two gauntlets one for each hand. Not only did he see how much strength these gave him along with speed, he saw that the area where he punch was burnt. Now he could see ghost and had these weird gauntlets now the only weird thing left, was the sense of doom that hung over him.
  
  
  

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  Kazuichi has named his gauntlets Burning Glory they are red and have Burning on the side in bold letters. The gloves also have holes on the sides and can shot small flames out of them. Kazuichi hasn't found any reason for them other than they look cool, the gauntlets go from his fist to his elbows. http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fable/images/b/b6/Gauntlets_of_Fire.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20120624190556
  
  
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  Liver Blow Fire Edition
  
  
  A simple boxing move where one sends a powerful right into their opponents side. Aiming for their liver for maximum damage combined with the Burning Glory it can now also burn and is far more powerful.
  
  
  
  
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  A short range explosion only a foot away from the user it's offensive power varies depending on how enraged the user is. When not angry at all it only causes a smoke screen anything above that is a fire cracker, to grenade, to bazooka. Of course the higher the damage the bigger the blast radius which can also catch the user in it making it a double edge sword.
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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General Skills

Battle Thinking


Due to the sheer amount of fights Kazuichi has been in he may not be book smart, but he is battle smart. Meaning in the heat of a battle Kazuichi can think smart and act in under any kind of pressure. Making him hard to bait into a counter during a fight.




Get up!


Kazuichi just doesn't know when or even how to stay down, he can get back up as long as his legs and arms work, as long as he's alive he can and will get back up. Unless he is broken or knocked out he will continue to get up.

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Roleplay Sample

Kazuichi wiped blood from his lips his fist had blood on them, from the countless delinquents around him. He looked around him he was sure he had won he didn't see anyone else who wanted to fight. So he stepped over the unconscious bodies of his fallen foes, and headed for home. He didn't wanna be late for dinner or else his mom would get mad, and he didn't like her when she was angry. On his way home he felt a sudden surge of energy that he couldn't explain his chest felt tight. Looking around nothing was different until he saw strange blurry figures. Blinking a few times they became more clear he blinked more trying to see what they were. People he saw people at first this didn't seem all that special to him. "That was weird why were those people blurry. My eye sight must be getting bad or something." He rubbed his eyes but then he past by someone seeing something weird. A chain connecting to their chest he saw a bunch of people who had these chains. Not only that but he now was noticing something even weirder the people with chains, were walking through things. He ran home to tell his parents the entire way their he felt a burning feeling in his hands. When he got home he told his parents what he was seeing and they laughed at him. His mother wiped a tear from her eye and pointed at his face. "You look like you were in a fight maybe someone finally hit ya a bit too hard on the head." His father laughed in agreement after dinner Kazuichi went outside. The burning feeling in his hands he just had to figure it out. He went out into the woods so no one would see him being an idiot if he was just being crazy. He punched tree after tree rock after rock. Until the burning sensation finally felt like it had hit it's peak. He punched a rock and it shattered into pieces, on his fist now were two gauntlets on the side they read Burning. He looked at the pieces or the rock seeing some were burnt. "Burning indeed." He looked at the gauntlets and smiled. "I'll call you Burning Glory." He was excited about his new found toys but the one thing he wasn't happy about. Since the strange wave of power was the gross, dark power he was feeling. Like something he had never seen or felt before was coming to the town. He clenched his fist the back of the gauntlets shot out small jets of fire. "Whatever is coming this way better be ready, cause their gonna have to deal with Kazuichi Sokai aka Mad Dog Kazu!" With that Kazuichi was set on his new goal crush whatever was threatening the place he called home.

 

[Captain Spooks]

W.I.P

Teshima Jinzaburo

I can see through your attacks, you are a mere bug to me now. Character's Name

Nickname:

Jin

Race:

Soul (Snimigami)

Gender:

Male

Age:

148 (Appears 21)

Date of Birth:

November 13th

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  His sealed Zanpakuto takes on the regular form of a katana. It's total length is 60cm (I'm not familiar with the length of Katanas) with the hilt being 10cm. The Ito (Wrapping along the handle) is pure black, and under the Ito the hilt is a blood red. The Tsuba (Guard) Matches the same blood red as the hilt. The Kashira (end pommel) Is silver, and the rest of the blade is a black with the Ha (edge) being a silver. Near the Tsuba a red ribbon is tied around the blade. Not effective in battle, but it sure looks badass.
  
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[Kotori]

Chloe Nishimura
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Surprising how you've managed to escape everyone for so long... Looks like your spree ends here. Chloe Nishimura

Nickname: N/A


Race: Human/Quincy


Gender: Female


Age: 18


Date of Birth: July 1st

• Personality

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  Personality:
  
  
  Chloe is a very graceful young woman, making sure to mind her manners and be respectful for the older generations of her, as well as others, families. Though she isn't from a rich family, she has studied into proper manners and etiquette, from dancing to eating, very interested in performing this way around others.
  
  
  Though proper, she does know how to speak her mind to people outside of her family, perhaps a bit too often. To strangers, she is seen as a cold, snitchy-type person, not caring for others but herself, which is not the case. She is actually very friendly if you do not get on her bad side and become friends with her, but with strangers, she doesn't know them well, which makes her put up her very formal atmospheric personality to leave a good impression.
  
  
  After the hallow attacks for the past couple of years, she seems to be on much higher alert as of late, leaving no time for herself and instead watches for these monsters, hoping to take them down before anyone, especially loved ones, gets hurt.
  

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

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  Likes
  
  
  + Dancing
  
  
  + Proper Manners
  
  
  + Seafood
  
  
  + Family
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - American fast food
  
  
  - Failing/Messing up
  
  
  - Hollows
  
  
  - Secrets
  
  
  
  
  
  
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  Appearance:
  
  
  Standing at 5'6", her long, light brown hair stretches down a little bit below her waist, appearing straight and smooth. Her bangs and sideburns have a choppy-like appearance, the bangs cut just above her eyes.
  
  
  She didn't inherit many physical traits of her father. Her blue eyes, hourglass figure, and soft facial structure is what she inherited from her mother, while her almond-shaped eyes, light skin color, and hairstyle is what she inherited from her father. Considering her mother is American and her father is Japanese, this gives her an overall uniqueness to her look.
  
  
  Her clothing style varies, though she does like to wear long dresses when not fighting. The cute-yet-appropriate type of fashion is her personal favorite, following overall casual clothing, which is what she usually wears when fighting or during the cold months.
  
  
  Clothing:
  
  
  Chloe is one to typically wear open sweaters of varying colors, the most common color she wears is a light brown. Underneath, she wears a white spaghetti-strap shirt to match this color, accompanied by a light brown scarf as well. Her pants are dark blue skinny jeans, the hem of the pants being covered by light brown shoes. She also wears her quincy cross as a necklace underneath her white shirt.
  
  
  When at home, she wears more appropriate outfits, such as long dresses and the like. She prefers having a less casual and more loose and formal-type of clothing in her home.
  
  
  When fighting, she wears the typical quincy outfit.
  
  
  There is no uniform for the school she goes to, so she wears everything but her trenchcoat inside (since she starts to burn up with it on).
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Chloe was born in Osaka, Japan, her mother being American while her father is Japanese. The family lived here for a couple more years before moving to Millsbury, her mother's hometown, living a peaceful life in the small community. By around the age of 6, Chloe recognized her potential quincy abilities, the very thing her mother and father were trying to cover up from her life. They wanted to disassociate with quincies and soul reapers and live a normal life, but Chloe became too interested in just what powers she held.
  
  
  Her parents forbid her from practicing any of this, leaving her to wonder what exactly quincies were, as well as their history. Eventually, by around the age of 10, she started to practice on her own in secret, making sure her family knew nothing of what she was doing by making up excuses and such to keep them from wondering.
  
  
  It was a very tough thing to learn on someone's own, and she struggled the whole time trying to figure out how to summon her "weapon" as her father put it. During this time, she found a pretty accessory in the shape of a cross in the back of her parent's closet while attempting to search for quincy-like items. And, upon not seeing anything out of the ordinary, she decided to keep it. After all, it was in the dusty part of the closet, it hadn't been touched in years.
  
  
  Around another year passed, and this was when the hallows echo was made. Her father saw the hallows and knew what he had to do to protect his family: fight. In the end, he lost his life trying to protect his wife and daughter, a very mournful day for the two. This was when she determined that she would protect her mother with her powers, no matter what. She had to get stronger.
  
  
  With her determination, a few weeks passed, and she managed to summon the weapon on her own, but they were way to heavy for her to handle. But, after a few shots of trying as well as growing stronger throughout the years, she managed to strengthen and master her weapon.
  
  
  Now, she lives with her mother in an average sized home, determined to protect the ones she loves, just like her father did. However, due to her parents banning her from learning anything about her quincy heritage, she knows nothing about her moves, like what forms them, how she uses her moves, etc.
  
  
  

Powers

• Weapon Name/Stage

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  (Weapon Name/Stage)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  (except blue instead of red)
  
  
  ????????? (Kami no shinseina bur?do, "God's Holy Blades")
  
  
  These blades are very strong, the weapon being able to slice through enemies with ease. They resemble an old-fashioned sword, with a flame-like design on the metal and a pointed crossguard, but much wider. This is what she prefers to use, but it requires a great amount of spiritual pressure.
  
  
  ??????? (Ch?sen pisutoruzu, "The Chosen Pistols")
  
  
  These ones do not require as much reishi, but the more they have, the more powerful they are. As the name suggests, the weapon takes the shape of twin pistols emitting a blue aura, and she can shoot bullets of reishi at enemies.
  

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General Skills

Increased Strength

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Roleplay Sample

"Hm? It seems the hollows are back at it this time, near my house no less," Chloe had been sitting on her rooftop for what felt like hours, easing her mind as she stared up at the stars in the night sky. This always calmed her when she felt stressed or tired, glancing from each star to the next, trying to form constellations from each dot. Though it looked like her resting spot wasn't all too easy now, feeling the spiritual pressure, from her estimations, a couple blocks away from her home.


Chloe slowly stood up, making sure not to lose her balance on her home's slanted roof, before lightly jumping off and landing smoothly onto the ground. Her mother wasn't home today, working overtime at her work, giving the brunette all the time she needed to take down this monster. Not that she would need much. She started walking at a brisk pace, in a hurry to go back to what she was originally doing, and it didn't take too long to find where the pressure was coming from, her instinct being correct; another hollow out for destruction. Though she didn't know anything about them as well as where they come from, she DID know that they kill innocent people and destroy everything in their path. And that was reason enough to take them down.


The empty being seemed to have noticed her presence, letting out a high-pitching screech as if to intimidate her. When Chloe was around, she seemed to attract all sorts of these creatures toward her.. Did she have the same type of energy as them that they could track?


Whatever it was, it's annoying as hell, especially when she is trying to get a good night's sleep without any problems. Looks like it's another night of hollow-hunting.

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Having to lug around huge weapons, she is a very strong individual, even if she doesn't appear as such. The only reason she doesn't look bulky is due to her covering up her arms with her sweater.​

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[Nostalgic-Writer]

Santeru Ishumari
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"I have reined in my demons, but they are far from tame." Santeru Ishumari

Nickname: Greed


Race: Soul (Visored)


Gender: Male


Age: Physical (19) Chronological (600+)


Date of Birth: January 25th

• Personality
• Appearance
• Background

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  Personality:
  
  
  Santeru has a very laid back outlook on most situations he finds himself in mostly trying to talk his way out of things, resorting to violence when all avenues of negotiation come crashing down. He is a person who thinks before speaking always being observant of both his surroundings and himself, he is emotionally distant in most aspects of his life. Underneath his seemingly cold exterior he is actually someone who enjoys deep conversation and most of the little things in life, he will simply stop when walking or even fighting just to take in the moment. He is a caring individual but due to his distance from even his own emotions he has a complicated time comforting others in times of need. Loyalty to him means everything and will become enraged when found out he has been crossed by someone he respected. Santeru has a bad habit of lying as he sees it necessary in some situations and will do it without hesitation to get something he wants. He was a greed for things he himself cannot obtain his biggest sin is the desire of ones attention, wanting nothing more than a persons love.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Likes
  
  
  + Mint
  
  
  + Moonlit nights
  
  
  + Intellectual conversation
  
  
  + Receiving Attention
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  Dislikes
  
  
  - Arrogant people
  
  
  - Egotistical people
  
  
  - Senseless Violence
  
  
  - Salty things
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  Appearance:
  
  
  Santeru stands at a height of 6'2 (Six foot, two inches.) and has a very fair complexion. His hair is a jet black color cut in a semi-long and semi-shaggy style, his eyes are a violet color with light hints of pink around the pupil. He has multiple scars up the left side of his torso all of them are faded, he also has a back tattoo located behind his heart the tattoo is of an ouroboros snake in deep black ink with a scar going diagonal through it. He has a slender but toned build looking thin in both the cheeks and fingers.
  
  
  Clothing:
  
  
  (As shown above.)
  
  
  Santeru wears a pair of black dress pants, and a white silk dress shirt underneath a black vest which he wears a black suit jacket on top of. He wears a pair of black leather dress shoes and white cotton socks.
  
  
  
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  History:
  
  
  Santeru spent the early years of his life as a servant of a noble family in the soul society being born an Ishumari which means 'Guardian' he was obligated to protect both the palace and the lives of those within. His own clan had served those of upper class dutifully for generations providing body guards and assassins at whim, the young at the age of seven began their rigorous training finishing at nineteen which is when their body stopped aging. Santeru was a black sheep showing very little raw talent from his early years being pushed off to do chores for the others cleaning out rooms and doing the dishes. His father Gingoria saw him as a hindrance to the name and often did now allow him to train in the public eye, his clans foremost fighting style was that of Hakuda and had natural reflexes meant to keep up with the intense close quarters combat. Santeru was unable to keep up with the intensity and speed of the combat often being left incapacitated after a defeat only being a further shame on the name of his clan so his father took him out on a trip under the guise of training and abandoned him deep in the wilderness.
  
  
  Days had passed by and hunger had deeply set in as Santeru wandered aimlessly throughout the wilderness he found himself unable to get his bearings and was beginning to accept death as the best possible option. Losing conciseness he slept for hours before waking up in a small cot very dazed and light headed his eyes found the figure of a man bringing him food. After getting food in him the man gave his name as 'Erito', after spending sometime with him Santeru found the man to be very laid back and optimistic. A few weeks later and after finally working up the courage to explain why he was out there Erito simply listened and nodded apologizing to Santeru that his own father would do that, he spoke up saying that he would instead train him so he can go back and prove to his father that he was indeed not an embarrassment to the Ishumari name. By the time he was finished training Santeru had developed a master level of Hoh? and a master level of Zanjutsu however after becoming proficient in these he found himself unable to use Kid? and Hakuda.
  
  
  Giving thanks to Erito for both the training and new life Santeru set out towards the Soul society to confront his father but never made it as he had fallen victim to a forbidden experiment taking place deep in the forest, Santeru stumbled across hollowfication experiments and had seen the faces of two researchers. Unable to escape as before he could react he was knocked out he awoke and found himself infected with the hollowfication accelerator and being observed by many faceless individuals. After transforming slowly and painfully they found themselves unable to contain Santeru in which he escaped killing those in the area before moving aimlessly back out into the forest where he found himself face to face with Erito. Unable to control himself Santeru attacked and was fended off but after sometime Erito had stumbled unable to kill the person he viewed as his own son and allowed Santeru to take his life, shocked and horrified Santeru now presented with the opportunity to reclaim his body fought with all his will and overcame the hollow inside and the masked crumbled however he was now left alone and had killed one person who had shown him kindness and affection.
  
  
  After fifty more years alone he took his leave abandoning the cot in the forest to be forever undisturbed and headed towards the Seireitei in order to become a soul reaper, on arrival he was greeted by a captain who made comments on Santeru's Reiryoku and taking interest helped him get into the academy. After a year of classes Santeru graduated and become the Lieutenant of the fifth squad as he had shown proficiency combat wise and had a heavy presence and was able to inspire those around him. Another hundred years passed and Santeru was deployed out to a mission, when arriving it turns out a turncoat the captain of squad five intended on using them all as subjects for a hollowfication experiment, realizing with shock that this was the man who had caused the death of Erito and for him to become and abomination Santeru lost himself with rage unintentionally transforming into a hollow form and killing his captain. After his blood lust was satisfied and he was able to get a grip back on reality he took off his mask informing his comrades to return without him and to tell the others what happened. Staying in the world of the living Santeru is now much older having left the Gotei behind he is a wanted man but presumed dead as he is only rarely spotted.
  
  
  (Hello! I am aware that this history is VERY butchered and I regret to post it in the state it is now, however I have been going without sleep for about twenty-six hours. My sincerest apologies for you to see this very rough draft but it's the best I can muster up right now and I simply would like to get it out there for your thoughts. If you require I will more than happily bring forward a more detailed post in order to explain why Santeru is a Visored.)
  
  
  

Powers

• Weapon Name/Stage

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  Sin-Tsukiko (Wisdom of the Moon child)
  
  
  Sin-Tsukiko is the name of the Zanpakut? that Santeru wields.
  
  
  Taking the form of a Katana the hilt and hand guard are a deep shade of purple the wrappings intertwined with black, the scabbard in which the blade is sheathed is a dark black along with the sash which goes over Santeru's shoulder. His Zanpakut? is always on his back at a diagonal angle the hilt jutting over his left shoulder.
  
  
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  Abilities

  
  
  
  Eclipse
  
  
  Eclipse is an ability activated when in Shikai in which every connected strike with an opponent drains some Reiatsu and Santeru absorbs it, thus allowing him to last longer in battles and become less fatigued.
  
  
  
  
  
  -Bankai not yet achieved and will be done so in RP-
  
  
  N/A
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

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General Skills

Hoh? (Flash Step)


Hoh? commonly referred to as 'Flash Step' is a technique in which the user is able to use both physical prowess and spiritual energy to move at speeds faster than the eye can detect. Santeru specializes in Senka an offensive type in which the user moves at great speeds to get either in front of or behind a target and severe ones soul chain, also used for attacks that move fast enough for a victim to be unable to first realize that they were attacked.





Senmaioroshi


Multiple extremely fast blade movements take place, shredding a target into pieces. That is the short explanation for this Zanjutsu technique in which a user relying on great speed slices a target either shallow or deeply in great succession. This paired with Santeru's Shikai ability makes him a formidable foe even though he has no use of his bankai yet.

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Roleplay Sample

Santeru sat up slowly blinking his eyes feeling the sun shine on his face from a window high up in the warehouse he stayed, a very groggy sigh escaped his throat as his hand rubbed a tender knot in the back of his neck. His violet eyes adjusted and scanned the dust filled warehouse in which his few belongings resided, letting his feet come over the edge of the old couch that he slept on he tensed for a moment feeling the chill of the stone floor on his bare feet. Sitting slouched Santeru yawned and rubbed one of his eyes attempting to wake himself up a bit more before moving, his back felt sore from the old springs that dug into him while he slept and his neck was knotted up from the awkward angle at which he laid.


Sitting motionless for a moment attempting to get his balance he sucked in a shaky breath becoming aware of the wetness on his cheeks, he realized that he must have had another nightmare. Placing a hand on his knee Santeru pushed himself up stretching his arms out and bending his back slightly feeling it crack and hearing it echo lightly off the large metal walls. Standing up straight he walked over to a small stove against the wall fitted with propane and turned it on preparing a pot of coffee as part of his usual morning routine, as he bent down to grab instant coffee the wall next to him exploded tossing him backwards to the other side of the factory where he was stopped by the solid metal wall which dented with the force. Taking a moment to regain his bearings and process what just happened he raised his head to see the silhouette of a large hollow standing in the now blasted metal wall, moving his muscles Santeru detached himself from the dent in the wall letting his barefeet land on the ground as he dusted off his shoulder "How did I not realize it's presence before?" he thought to himself curious at the immense size of the creature. It tilted it's head back letting out a wail that echoed across the empty shipping yard taking a few steps forward into the factory, Santeru only had a moment to react before one of the machines inside was tossed his way narrowly missing him. His eyes frenzied landing on his zanpakut? that was only a few feet from the hollow itself, swallowing deeply and tensing his legs he performed a flash step sailing over the zanpakut? as he scooped it up unsheathing it his speed slowed as he landed in front of the hollow he kicked off with one leg raising the blade letting it cut from the middle torso up through it's neck and then it's mask. Placing his feet on the ceiling and kicking back down he landed carefully sheathing his zanpakut? and as the hilt made contact the hollow disappeared allowing the morning sunlight to flood in through the massive hole in the wall. The birds chirped and sang sailing through the blue sky as small pieces of the wall fell and clattered Santeru simply smirked turning away from the scene to pick up his socks and shoes calmly walking out of the now crumbling building before it imploded, now without his home he began to wander back towards town knowing that the commotion would have attracted some unwanted attention to this area and he best not be around when someone decides to come investigate.


(A little short but I hope it was enjoyable enough, not my best work and not my worst it's simply something that felt right.)

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