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 Posted: Fri Oct 19, 2012 9:06 pm
Player Name: Slevin Corpse
Character Name: Corpse, Marrock
Position: Squad 1 Captain Commander
Character Age: 20
Date of Birth: 11/28/1508
Height: 5’9
Weight: 180
Eye Color: Fierce Silver
Hair Color: Light brown
Parentage: Classified
Siblings/Children: A lost Brother with a similar Zanpakuto
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Descriptive Markings: On his right hand is the symbol Triskelion; The symbol has many meanings but to him it is the harmony of mind, body and soul all wrapped up in one, a powerful mindset. Its shape is a thick lined black Triangle with three swirls like whirlpools edging off the tips of the triangle, starting at the points it swirls three times or three inner lines before stopping. On his left hand is the symbol Uroboros, some say it is a snake or dragon, in this case the latter a mighty dragon swirling around his palm to engulf its own tail, seemingly forever as the cycle of creation, destruction and rebirth will always continue. Also it has a set of claws and a large pair of wings extending off of its body.
Character Description: His hair is wavy and light brown with large parts standing off into spikes or falling around his face. His shoulders are broad and strong, while his body is muscular and lean giving him a very strong appearance. His facial features are a mixture of a kind Knight and a valiant warrior. His jaw is squared and strong while his lips are quite small and pale red, his nose is small and his cheek bones are defined with a broad look. In other words he can look as friendly as he needs to be and when the time comes the inner demon can be shown. His clothing consists of the normal solider outfit, but he’s modified it with heavy metal Vambrace, Greaves, combat boot’s (Steel framed) and a blindfold that’s made of very dense clothe. His hands and feet are wrapped with white clothe, beneath are the marks and bruises of constant daily training, along with dozens of scars that range from cuts to gashes. His teeth are all sharpened and his face has little stubble but he shaves often.
Personality: He is a stoic, valiant strong warrior. He believes that conflict can always end peacefully, through words or by fist, he’s not afraid to fight but it is better not to. He enjoys philosophy and often recites some of his favorites during battle, or a piece of that phrase. He protects the weak, the lady, the religious and those that cannot protect themselves, but through his wisdom he has learned that the weak cannot grow strong without strife and will weigh heavily the consequences of protecting them or letting them fight their own battles. He is thoughtful and kind, if a fight is so one-sided then he will intervene and take on the challenges of the world if needed. He carries a heavy weight on his shoulders and though his eyes are always kind during the deepest of midnight the pain reflects within the moonlight.
Character Strengths: He will always help out the losing side if he believes it’s the right thing to do. He is a warrior at heart and it is shown in his skills and tactical knowledge. He is noble, calm, collected and very gallant. He always has a smile on his face, if you can’t do your job with a smile you shouldn’t do it all, even if its fake.
Character Weaknesses: He will always help out, sometimes without knowing all the facts and may help the wrong side(but if found out they won’t live long in their deceit.) He is a warrior at heart and stopping is hard to do once the bloodlust has touched him, once battle has brought itself upon him he won’t stop until there is victory. Though calm he is easy to anger and sometimes brash or too inpatient which leads to trouble. The final verdict outside of battle he is a Knight and during battle he is Knight with all the good and bad that comes along with being a warrior.
Likes: Training, philosophical thought, books; namely ”The Art of War”, weapons, weapons, weapons, training, training, fighting, fighting, more fighting and most importantly… Life.
Dislikes: Traitors, cowards, weaklings and idiots.
Favorite Food: Shiny, red, giant apples… because Death Gods love apples.
Zanpakuto Name: “Wokanzenni Hakai” Aka: Zev
Sealed Description: A simple combat knife, four inch handle, a long curved and thick blade at 16 inches and extremely sharp. The back end is jagged for ripping and tearing while the firm rubber handle has a sharp point on the very bottom.
Spirit Form Description: Zev is a mysterious figure, wrapped in tattered black clothing and hooded at all times. A shadow is always casted amidst his face, but his skin is very pale and porcelain. He is tall and lean but muscular and broad like power and speed swirling among one another. His lips are thin and small and always smiling as for his eyes; they’re something you don’t want to look directly into, or you wont be sleeping for weeks.
Shi-Kai: His Shikai is the idea of mind body and soul working in union. Through years of fighting and training he’s honed his skills to near perfection, training in every aspect the body has to offer. His released Zanpakuto becomes a set of dual long swords, with an 8 inch handle and 40 inch blade. The blades themselves are single edge, razor sharp and resemble a butcher’s knife. They’re light weight, too easy to use especially in his fighting style of “Jeet-Kun-Do”
-The Eight Inner Gates: The mind has placed a limit on the body and the total muscle usage to 20% this makes the body much weaker but keeps it from expiring too soon, this is true in all shinigami and humans.(I think)
• The first gate, in the brain, removes the restraints of the brain on the muscles so 100% of his strength can be used whereas normally, he can only use 20% of his muscle’s strength to keep them from disintegrating.
• The second gate, in the mind controls rest and healing, think of when he’s asleep, his body heals and is replenished. This gate forcibly increases his physical strength beyond its 100% and temporarily re-energizes his body.
• The third gate, in the spinal cord, increases adrenaline and blood flow, turning his skin red and an increases his speed times two.
• The fourth gate, located along the spine, increases speed and power by double of the third gate but at this point the muscle tissue might start to tear.
-Violent Aura: He produces enough spirit energy to coat him in a fully tangible, fully controlled aura of his own power. It pulses around him with a deep violet purple color, when used it acts like a chainsaw, spinning so rapidly that it can cut hundreds of times within a single slash of his attack unless he kept in place and simply let it rip the person to shreds. He can change the size and shape letting it extend outwards with his attacks or spin in various directions even all at once by overlapping layers of spirit energy. It also serves as a limited shield, using the spinning effect to rip upwards where a sword may land and send the blade, with some effort, spinning back upwards or into the air if he used enough force also depends on the others power. The second use of this ability is to simply launch it in the form of a drill or a wave that’s extremely bendy or a vortex like attack.
- Pain Inhibits Battle, No Longer: Through pain his strength and stamina are increased, through anguish his speed and endurance grows, with his blood spilled his spirit bursts. With the aspects of combat weighing heavily upon his shoulders he can turn defeat into victory, seemingly instead of growing weaker he only grows stronger the more damage done to the point of unconsciousness being his downfall. Without the limits of knowing when to stop he could potentially die or lose consciousness without even knowing what happened, he’d simply fall and that would be the end of it… well of course with the advance training it could be argued he’d keep fighting even after being knocked out through sheer will and muscle memory.
-Mind-Body-Soul: Through release of his shikai he has gained a base speed that’s three times his unreleased form, strength three times his unreleased form, a spirit pressure that is three times his unreleased form and most importantly his reflexes are three times what they were. His fists are strong enough to send out a pure wave of physical force, like tangible air. His spirit energy is powerful enough for him to launch strong concussive waves or beams of reiastu. His reflexes give him enough time to think about the beauty of a thousand variations of a humming bird suspended in the aspect of the world as he pulls his blade from the sheaths resting within their slumbering dreams.
Ban-Kai: once bankai is active A implosion of purple spirit energy is released around him through the form of a demon’s face snarling glowing ominously above him. It’s ethereal from staring up into the sky then turning slowly down to his opponent with the eyes of a nightmare. His two butcher swords become b*****d swords linked to infinite chains on his wrists that require a huge amount of force and power to cut or break. When broken will start to regrow depending on how fast he wants them to, it could be within seconds or instant and they start to regrow from both ends, meeting at the middle. The blades become 5 feet in length, a foot and a half wide and 4 inches thick. The handles are a foot long each with the hilt being connected to the chains mentioned before, the swords are glowing with raw power, the one on the left is branded with the dragon Uroboros symbol, and the one on the right is branded with a Triskelion both blowing bright purple. The blades themselves are flat and very clean, double edged and sharpened to a “T”. They lack guards because they don’t really need them, the handles are wrapped in a black clothe to absorb some force and the blades themselves are as heavy as they look, but he wields them both with one hand and with extreme ease.
- The Eight gates: It’s the second half of the gates, the more powerful and infinitely more deadly to both the opponent and himself but the power increase is awesome.
• The fifth gate, located in the abdomen, is the gate of limit and by opening it will further increase his speed and power well beyond his bodies 100% the downside being the bodies tissue is mostly likely disintegrating now shortening the time he can stay in this mode.
• The sixth gate, located in the stomach, will further increase his speed and power, it releases such enormous spirit energy that it appears as sweat flowing off his body, water becomes vortexes, clouds spiral inward towards him, the ground is being crushed by the sheer force of power and will being released. His speed has tripled, his strength has tripled, and his spirit energy is absolutely overwhelming in size and destructive power!
• The Seventh gate, Located just below the stomach, is immense; the increase in speed and power Is so massive that he’s pouring off glowing purple sweat, it could be mistaken as a coat of spirit energy but its truly just the energy mixed with sweat evaporating from his own huge heat energy, giving off a vibrant purple like flame but its not a flame! Though after he’s gone into this gate and has come out it would be comparing an ant to a sledge hammer, anything that touches him would cause immense pain.
-Destructive Aura: The aura that surrounded him in his shikai is now covering him with spiraling tendrils, dark purple chains that twist and spin around him like a snake coiling its prey but instead protects him. The chains actually resemble a rib cage but can easily be broken by a single strong attack hit or five small ones. He can use them to lash out and attack but would break after the first four to five hits or keep up his defense. They perform the same function as before extending his reach and being the long range attack card, but they not only rip, tear and shred, the long range attacks will also explode starting off as an implosion vacuuming in weaker opponents as if they attack would disappear after usage then immediately explode outward with a destructive dome the size of a car. His short range attacks not only rip/tear/shred but they also expand on impact, they would shred into the opponent then expand inside just before he slices in with the blade and seeing as how the blades have changed it would be a massive hit.
-Pain Is My Strength: All aspects of his fighting would increase when hurt, strength, speed, stamina, and spirit energy. This allowed him to continue the fight, even unto unconsciousness he would keep going; this version does the same though it triples those parameters (The shikai) when taking damage. The more pain received the more his aura will glow and start to take a shape and form, until he’s reached about half health this shape is just an ominous glow, but then it’s eyes open into a bright purple gaze, its teeth are razor sharp in rows, the structure of its face is that of a demon simply hovering above him, at the time of awakening his body is wrapped inside a violent purple cloak of dark energy, chains forming around him and he connects the swords together to create a 12 foot long b*****d sword, which he wields with both hands!
-Wisdom-Might-Power: Through the combination of his will, his strength and soul his bankai further boosts his physical, mental, and spiritual prowess by the normal bankai standards about 10 times what this was in his shikai, but slowly begins to weaken bit by bit like an hour glass, the clock ticking away as his energy fades. Though when bankai is first activated these boosts are all to apparent and have his every action show this in some way and they never drop below 2 times the shikai.
Kido: The basics 1-15
Bakudou: 1-15
Hado: 1-15
Path Specialty: I’d prefer healing spells. Consolation: Hado
Abilities/Special Training: He’s extraordinary in his stamina and fighting skill because of the years spent learning and honing a special style of martial arts, “Jeet-Kun-Do” and to fully use this art to its effectiveness he’s studied under every type of martial art he could come across as well as extending this into his sword play learning many different types such as kendo and Kenjutsu. He mainly uses JKD with his Zanpakuto shikai.
-Grand Master Martial Artist
-Grand Master Swordsman
-Master in Shunpo
-Master Strategist
-Gentleman Ninja
-Master Warrior
Biography: Through his early years he lived a sheltered life style, in the rukon district 03 a safe guarded place if there ever was one. He studied under martial arts masters and learned all types of strategies. It was his families business that led his parents to train him so extensively, they brought masters to him and warriors that ranged from the famous to the strongest in the land. He was forced to study war strategies, trained like a warrior to become a leader, but that was a lot of pressure on one kid this led him to sneak away at night (using the skills they taught him in irony) and hide in the deepest regions of the forest. The peace and quiet it brought was the only thing that kept him from cracking between the martial arts training, the sword practice, the studying and the beatings when he screwed up, which was a lot really but he always learned from these mistakes.
He reached a certain age and went through the soul society’s academy but they couldn’t offer him anything he didn’t already know, not a single thing except interactions with real people. His shikai had been achieved months before he even went into the academy, he was a prodigy of his parents will, not his own. He stayed after school just to talk with his friend, the one person he could call a friend. He was naive in making friends, and quickly became a loner, but there was always that one person he had, he loved: Mitsu. Through the next two years he always shied away from asking her out or even bringing her to his house, as soon as he got home he was forced to practice and study even though he loved fighting and was taught by truly great masters he wanted more in life, he wanted to be free. He graduated with honors and at the top of his class in just two years, even taking the most advanced classes, but he didn’t care for any of it. He was the best at everything he did and in hindsight he only had his parents to thank, it was something he wanted to go back and tell them but after what he did he couldn’t face his mother.
He was sixteen, his father was watching him spar with a master of Kenjutsu and the teen was starting to lose, blow by blow he was being pushed back until a purple light glowed within his iris, and the last strike by the Grand Master was his final move. On instinct and rage he used all of his might and drove the other back driving his sword straight through his chest. In shock he turned to his father, who was yelling but no sound was coming from his lips, there was a flash of pain, his father striking him over and over again. His hand moved on its own, his blade in hand he felt nothing as the man laid on top of him: lifeless. He crawled away throwing his sword, and running, just running. He never turned back after that. From that point on he traveled the world, trying to find a place in life, somewhere he belonged. Through the years he fought, bled, killed, murdered, protected, helped, saved the lives of many and he still wasn’t happy. His skill had grown considerably, his powers were increasing were no one could stand in his way, anything evil was cut down without another look. Though he still ponders to this day what ever happened to his childhood love and his mother, he still sends money and birthday cards, every now and then that is.
In the present day his travels had been laid to rest, he discovered that this life has nothing to offer him, he was always the student and soaked in information but without a place or status in life it was worthless, he was useless. He finally gained the soul societys attention, after running from his home at sixteen they never got the chance to invite him to join the militia, but he needed structure and finally accepted. His training had never stopped, his mind was always open to information and his spirit energy is that of legend. He’s applied to be the first division captain now all he was waiting for was to be accepted.
Theme Song: (Optional)
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 1:57 pm
Roleplay Example:
This is from a spar, my reply to her moves…
He listened at her release command, some would say not knowing an opponents attack is dangerous, he simply saw it as better challenge. With an unnerved mindset he stood as still as stone, his sword edge facing away from him with his arm perfectly level the blade facing up in the air while he constantly took in his physical surroundings. His breathing lessened as the field was covered in smoke, though not to his knowledge he only picked up on the fact it smelled quite differently than the air, his sense dulled slightly but nothing to be concerned about, he could only guess it was her shikai. He took shorter breaths, while trying to hold his breath at the same time. “Why change the battlefield if it didn’t do something disastrous?!” he thought solemnly in the back of his mind while he devised an escape plan or at least a way to get out of this smoke, where all of his swords lay. The ability of hers seemed very useful to those that needed it, all the while he kept his senses trained on her: locked like a laser beam he could track her as easily as he could see the battlefield in his mind’s eye.
Just then something odd happened, his mind grew slightly fuzzy, the image he stored like a map, churned slightly as if made of sand and the breeze which was normally the most useful move began to distort the image. Her body and blade that clung to him like a beacon softened, her footsteps perhaps gone “Could she shunpo?” but that didn’t make sense, she was only a solider level, it was impossible. That smell, it must be some sort of fog or mist, he figured it out in simple seconds that her zanpakuto ability was to become one with it leading his first thought to be escape or get rid of the stuff. His head tilted slightly he could still sense her, smell her, the ruffling of her clothes against the wind or her every movement still caught his attention. He had lost sight of her, his ears were searching for any distortion in the air, and her smell was gone as it was replaced by all this fog. She must have disappeared and he could only guess where: anticipate her movements and wait for the cobra to strike, so to speak. He held his blade as his muscles tense, at the slightest sound he was ready to strike with a blinding blow, his breathing was slower; he did his best not to breathe in the toxic gas and for once in a long time let his instincts take over.
His mind was dark with a swooning fancy; his thoughts were still vibrant in his head as he waited the oncoming attack. His body stood ever stiller, his breathing stopped for seconds on end as he imagined a pond inside his mind, its smooth reflective surface only bending to a stone that was skipped upon it, and like a pond it would change and quickly react to the rock’s skipping across and then it would engulf the rock with an overwhelming amount of power; his thoughts were relevant to his actions as he simply await for the woman to strike, she was the rock and he would soon engulf her by any means necessary. “I’m sorry but this parlor trick does not fool me!” He called out just as the woman reappeared her body cocked for the attack, the sound of her blade slicing the air was music to his ears as the stone warrior became that of a symphony. His body spun to meet her weapon, his arm flinging up to bring his blade to a clash of swords, his grinded against hers as he parried away, he made a note to himself. ”She can teleport or stay hidden watch your weak points.” He thought quickly in his mind as he flung his sword outwards to create an opening in her defenses yet left one in his own as well.
He had promised to himself a more varied attack style, that brute force was not the skilled way to end a conflict, planning, surprise, countering were great tactics to end one quickly. As he created the opening he body spun quite quickly for all the added weight he had on, but in a moment like this he couldn’t afford to be slow, his foot caught hold of a blade only a feet in front of him he lifted the sword by the cross guard and with a powerful kick flung the sword at the woman’s midsection along with his own powerful kick following just behind aimed for her jaw. It was an attack that came upwards at an angle which could pierce her body quite easily then with the added kick would drive the sword through, if it at all connected but he stopped his kick early and came back to his stance, he couldn’t breath in anymore if he wanted to stay focused and retreated out of the mist. He dashed backwards and leaped up out of the fog, letting his lungs take in a breath of fresh air which he greatly needed, the wind flowing over him as his senses returned he awaited this woman to see her next move. He felt at a disadvantage how he could readily attack smoke or air and knowing what he was attacking: she was practically invisible in there unless she attacked and didn’t feel like playing that game again. He kept his sword at an angle across his chest, the edge facing away as he switched his stance to a defensive one, his legs parted and placed back for more force behind the weapon.
another post right after this one.
He let his breathing return to normal, low and deep but refreshing as fresh air can be when just escaping a poisonous fog. He kept himself in this stance until he noticed the stench in the air, it was coming back, the air was changing he heard the sound of the sharp tendrils piercing the air and an extremely fast rate; to fast for him to dodge one after the other, he was very limited with so much weight on. He had only one blade, and in the time it would take to destroy all ten he would be pierced by at least five or more of them. He quickly reached back into the pouch sitting on his waist, his hand connected with the flat handles of his throwing knives and in his mind he created a trajectory, the force applied needed to destroy all ten and the arc he would have to create in order to do so. With little time to spar he flung his left arm outwards in a straight line to send the 8 throwing knives out in such a fast motion and at an arc they hit only six of the tendril’s and as the other four were headed to pierce him he took his blade and swiped forward hitting each piece of fog one by one in an instinctive attack destroying her tendrils.
There was reason his throwing knives missed, not by some fluke in his calculations or by luck he was aiming them for the center of the fog judging by where the tendrils spawned from he took an educated guess as to where she was. The woman did not attack directly and to have such great control over her own shikai it must mean she was meditating somewhere amidst the fog. He guessed where the center was and sent the two throwing daggers her way it would be a complete miracle if they hit or not though he found himself lucky in these situations. “I need more speed…” he said quietly to himself, he had a moment to spare, to strategize and think. He looked at his options with enough wire to string up a herd of cattle, twenty two throwing knives left and plenty of smoke bombs. He had to wonder if outside smoke would only contribute to her techniques or would they hide him effectively he couldn’t know and he couldn’t risk it. His best plan of attack would to be is study her and find out the limitations of her shikai otherwise he was only wasting time and resources, to the point he had to take off his weights earlier than anticipated.
The warrior dropped to his butt, sitting with his legs up like he was ready to relax or take a nap but began unstrapping the heavy weights, which doubled as shin guards to help protect from attacks but he needn’t worry over that for now. He placed the heavy object on the ground to allude from its true weight, and then did the same for the left shin guard. He already felt the affects a sort of high that gives you the feeling of being lighter than air, like jumping could turn quickly to floating and the possibilies were endless. He stood up, his blade was stabbed into the ground like so many others but his was the only one not hidden by fog. The man stretched a bit then released the right arm guard it impacted the ground like a boulder and surged through the ground sending a small shockwave as a cloud of dust sprouted upwards, the vibrations in the ground also alerting him to where the woman was meditating luckily. He unstrapped the left guard and let it land with an hard thud getting a better feel of the layout as he again got a better look at where the woman was. The warrior jumped a few times, hopping up and down as he could jump much higher than before, his speed was put to its normal setting a very fast passed setting.
“I hope you’re ready. Your fog won’t stop me.” Letting the breeze guide him he found his other box of blades not to far off as he dashed to the left he was but a blur now standing by his second case of sword, gripping the handle his movements were much less restricted he tossed the case with utter force this time forward as half a hundred blades went soaring into the mist, spinning rapidly like a mass of buzz saw’s ripping into the fog and slicing straight through more than a dozen were heading towards her at different speeds and angles, some further ahead then others while a couple dragged behind. They had enough force to take off a human head if hit properly but more than enough to wound someone. As if he were just going to stand there he dashed again from side to side in a zigzag line he pierced the fog and grabbed his second blade he was heading towards her but half way he simply stopped, dead in his tracks. ” Bakudo #22: Ada Fugu Gosunkugi!“ As he dashed forward again towards the woman a translucent bubble engulfed him, giving him some protection from her fog as the air inside was made clean, he kept his swords at the ready for any of her attacks, one was held behind him with the blade inverted in hand and the other infront ready for any of her disappearing moves.
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YummyBiscuits Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 2:14 pm
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