Arrancar - Drake - HLW

[Drake]

Name: Drake LaCriox
Age: 100 years old (Early 20s appearance)
Gender: Male
Personality:

Outwardly, many people may see him as an unorganized individual who likes listening to music, especially if they see his living quarters, where everything is a mess most of the time and music is blasting. He is very laid back in times of rest, only going as far to listen to music or meditate, labeling him perpetually cool and collected having never been known to lose his temper. Until ordered otherwise he will quickly act to carry out a task, where you can see his overtly extrovert side shining through. Despite his lethargic habits, he is very confident with himself, and he extrudes this easily by his laid-back persona.

Drake always does what must be done before he does what he feels, a result of his own philosophy of a "natural order". His attitude will drastically change if he comes in contact with someone he would want to destroy or interrupt that, becoming more aggressive. However, He is intelligent but clearly doesn't show it most of the time, choosing to show a more carefree personality. Drake dislikes people who show blatant arrogance, yet has a knack for behaving in the same way sometimes. He also dislikes using his release form, as he feels he becomes less focused using it and careless.

He has been known to show a great deal of kindness to beings that show him courtesy and above all do not question his abilities. Therefore, he can be a very smooth talker and has a knack for convincing people for favors without yelling or with threats. At times he is a patient fellow who takes time and conservatively waits for an event to happen so he can pop up at the nick of time or so he says when he was really lounging around.

During a confrontation, by comparison, he is different from most of the reckless and immature Arrancars he has encountered because, unlike some of them, he is not over-confident, nor does he flaunt his power for everyone to see. He is best described as a humble fighter, and tends to not speak much of his ability. This does not mean however, he is not confident of his fighting abilities, he is well aware of how strong he really is, but he just doesn't like to show off. Amongst other traits, LeCriox can be said to be a honest beast when it comes to battle. Although, If not commanded to do so by an Superior, he is above leaving in the middle of a fight, as he tends to "finish what he starts or gets into".

Appearance:

Drake is a 6 foot, slender individual, weighing about 155 lbs. He has raven-colored hair that sprouts from his healthy scalp and is grown quite short. With a dark cream colored skin complexion, Drake appears of a mediterranean orgin. Falling above his eyebrows of the same color, with spikes going back to the base of his neck, hangs a fringe in the front, consisting of one large bang. His eyes are an odd, deep-coloured mixture of violet-pink, that resemble African violets seen at dawn. Drake's irises', however, are strangely not visible. Constantly donning an indistinguishable laid-back expression, it is almost unlikely to tell if it is merely a facade to hide his true thoughts, or if he is permanently deficient in alertness or activity. His face is usually obscured by his onyx hair, but his pointed chin, left eye and slightly curved nose can be seen.

Physically he has the attributes of a body naturally built for constant motion. This causes his frame to be very athletic and he even sports a stern four-pack. Due to years spent as a Arrancar/Hollow he has undergone rigorous training. Drake is quite physically fit, as agility,and strength were essential in surviving in such a harsh world. Underneath his clothing, his body is riddled with unique artwork. The tattoos consist of music notes, such as a G clef found at the back of his neck(trouble clef), an Eighth Note beneath his right eye, symbols from ancient texts that stand for Luck, Mercy and Misery.


The remnants of his mask form as two bone piercings in his right ear and a semi-collar around his neck that resemble white headphones which he hides by wearing high collar shirts/jackets. His hollow hole is located in his chest. Being picky about what he wears, he will wear white only when going to important events. LeCriox's regular attire usually consists of a modified, thigh-length haori with a purple and black color scheme. The bottom of his haori is divided into four petal-like sections resembling an elegant flower. Black, leather gauntlets pauldron-style defenses with music symbols along the wrist area, dresses his arms. Strapped on tightly using violet straps that match the waist belt. Dark-colored leather cargo pants hung loosely around his lower body, along with specially made black boots with a skull symbol on both pairs.

Arrancar Powers:

Orquestacion de Sonar (Rough Spanish translation: Sound Orchestra) Drake's love of music stems deep into his unique ability. This Arrancar has an innate ability to "pick-up" on various frequencies that are normally not heard or are distorted, which also enables him to home-in onto conversations from afar and amplify them so he can hear with clarity. That also allows him to tune out a noise if it's too loud and focus directly on something else to maintain his focus even in a busy environment. With this skill, Drake has manage to alter his voice box to mimic any sound he hears. He can mimic or distort sounds, replicate frequencies, and create sonic blasts of devastating proportions, either using his mouth or hands. The Arrancar has taught himself many tricks when using this power, even going as far as eaves-dropping by amplifying sounds at a distance in his ear canal like a personal ear-piece. This can be harmful if the target increases in volume while he is preforming to skill, which can cause pain to Drake.

A form of this technique is the ability to turn almost any objects made of metal into tuning forks, which can override all sounds within a radius of the source for a short period of time (10 meters and 3 minutes). He does this by simply tapping the surface of metal with his hand. This can cancel others words and communication, even the simple act of calling forth one's sword or saying a technique. This move ,however, is much harder to perform for Drake and he has only learned how to preform it three times in one day and at 30 minute intervals because the concentration needed to maintain the radius and it's effect. Although it doesn't appear to exhaust him, this move also effects his sound manpulation causing him to rely on his arrancar powers only until the effect is over.

Cero Mudo (Spanish for Mute/Silent Cero) This is a lethal cero compared to his average cero, it can be charged and fired without any sound. It is much denser than its predecessor and exists to crush it's targets and then roast them from the energy it gives off. This can be used for a silent attack, if the target is unaware of his presence or can simply be a surprise attack when an opponent doesn't hear him charging one.The only warning being the vibrant purple colour that shines from it. Unfortunately, Drake can only use this once in his sealed form because of the large amount of energy it consumes.

Natural Arrancar Powers:

Sonido: is a technique used by Arrancar which allows them to move at extreme speeds, making it highly similar to the Hoh­ that Shinigami use. While somewhat similar to Hoho, Sonido appears to be more instinctual than Hoh­, requiring no previous knowledge to perform. It also makes a different sound; rather than the swishing or sometimes silent Flash Step of the Shinigami, Sonido makes a booming or static sound. Drake's sonido is fluent and he moves at a lightning pace, utilizing acrobatic manevuears to confuses enemies. He is skilled at dodging attacks through use of his speed and is highly agility. Even so that, he has become an expert at moving silently as he can remove the sound that accompanies Sonido, allowing sneaking up on opponents much easier.

Pesquisa: the Arrancar equivalent of the Shinigami ability to sense Spiritual Pressure. It functions similar to a sonar. Using Pesquisa requires most Espada to enter a meditative state; however, Nnoitra has a variation of this technique that involves placing his fingers to the ground to determine an opponent's approximate location as well as the amount of Spiritual Pressure an opponent has. Drake activates his by clapping his hands together and closing his eyes to get a feel of his surroundings and then scans the area.

Cero" - are high-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts. Drake is known from firing them from his left eye at a slightly above-average force.

Zanpakuto's name:

Licantropo (Spanish: lycanthrope)

Un-released Zanpakuto's Appearance:

Drake's Zanpaktou takes the form of a axe sword which he normally wears near his lower back via his belt or just on his back as if it were a regular sword. The blade is black and the handle is a dark purple colour.The weapon is shaped and sized like a "Flying V" style electric guitar, but cannot be played as such and nor does it have any strings. He wields the Axe sword with the same ease of a katana and it doesn't effect his speed or movement.

Resurrección Release phrase::

Atracarse (Spanish: Devour; to stuff oneself)

Resurrección Appearance::

Thin but rigid, a bone armor forms on both arms, excluding the hands, encasing them in the process. Along with the arms, the chest area is also covered with a slightly bulky bone protrusion that acts as defensive from frontal attacks to the chest being fatal. It resembles a vest, wrapping around his chest, back, and the sides of the abdomen, seemingly leaving the abs exposed. The plated arms appear as sleeves and are malleable, allowing Drake to move his arms if needed.

Shifting quickly the armor finishes molding as fur sprouts around the shoulders, face, hands and feet, transforming him into a beast resembling something from Animal anthropology. Some of his tattoos fade in where the hair grows and his hands become claw-like along with his feet which are now slightly larger. The fur in question is of a black color while the armor is a dark gray. Behind him grows a thick, furry, three foot tail which twirls back and forth as he finishes his release. When not seen the tail is quietly wrapped around his waist. His facial features completely changes and he appears as an entirely different creature, with feline and canine features. His normally short hair extends as well and drops past his shoulders.

When he is finally done, Drake will let out a long, bloodcurdling howl to the sky while giving off a malicious, killer intent. Resembling that off a Werewolf and a Lion, the Arrancar gives off a frightening appearance. Although he retains his personality, he is now less likely to hold back with his assaults and becomes increasingly careless the longer in his released state.

Resurrección Abilities::

In this state, LeCriox retains his ability of sound manipulation while also receiving a great spiritual boost in power. Granting him enhanced strength with a small speed boost, Drake is much stronger. His physical attacks due greater damage due to the increase in muscle mass but he doesn't improve in speed for the same reason.

Aullido de Muerte (Howl of Death)
Drake flares his spiritual energy whilst letting loose a sinister and terrifying howl at of his opponent to create the illusion that he is projecting the very fear of Death into the opponent by using his own reiatsu flare and sound manipulation powers to release shockwaves. Depending on the level of the target, they may become momentarily stunned by the flare. This attack emits a sonic force great enough to shatter stone if focused directly on an object. It has a distance limit of 15 meters, anything after that might just get a headache from the loud noise.

Hierro (Spanish for "Iron", Japanese for "Steel Skin") refers to the hardened skin of the Arrancar, which is a result of their compressed spiritual power. While their skin is strong enough to block even released Zanpakutô bare-handed, it is by no means impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar have proportionally stronger skin. Drake's fur will grow and hardened becoming spiked like a hedgehog. This gives him added protection where his armor doesn't reach, giving a chance to parry melee attacks.

Asesino de Collado (Silent Assassin)
The fur can also be used as an offensive, by firing them from his body at a target at extreme speeds and at a wide range. He fires over 100 needles per shot but needs to recharge after each. Though not poisonous, the needle-like hairs can inflict a lot of damage if they hit major nerves or organs. Meant for short to Mid-range targets, it cannot travel further than 20 meters and expect to hit its intended target. They get their name by the way they are fired without making any noise.

Vibrar (Spanish: Vibrate)
A passive ability, Vibrar occurs when the hairs on Drake's body rub together and create a frequency too low by the human ear. Vibrar attacks a specific part of the body, the inner ear labyrinth, which can cause nausea, imbalance, and disorientation to his opponents. The field in which this travels is very small and only affects those in close-proximity of him, making close-combat not a wise decision to those who have sensitive hearing. He cannot extend it more than 3 feet off of his body at a given time, but with concentration he can extend it to roughly 5 feet. Creatively he can chose to manipulate the sound he expels, so he can seemingly take flight and propel himself through the air for only a short distance. Furthermore, this technique can be used to augment the strength of his punches and the speed he delivers them.

Skill Level: Kidou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Sonido: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
History/Background:

Human Life:
Born from an alcoholic mother and a deranged father, Drake grew up with extreme amounts of stress and hatred for both his parents. His parents punished him for "everything," blaming him when its hot outside or when a program on T.V. was canceled. He was the center of abuse being the only child in the ecstatic family. He was a smart kid, incredibly deductive, using his wits to avoid punishments for things he didn't do or had involvement with. When a program on the television was canceled or the cable wasn't paid, Drake would loop prerecorded episodes of the show and play it as if it were regular programming, keeping his abusive father at bay with reruns of old shows. In this time music was his only savior.

Around the time he should have been in his senior year in high school, he was still at home fighting to stay alive another day because his father would come home and ruthlessly beat him with his bare fist, with no reason or motive at all. At one point Drake tried to kill himself by silting his wrist but for some reason found it extremely difficult. He would have rapid spasms preventing him from doing it. The mother was a drunken mess, so she hardly tried to interfere. When his father found out about the trick with the television he pistol whipped his son with a custom .45, which the father kept in his locked drawer. This gave the young boy a half- broken jawbone and a concussion.

Finally at the breaking point, he was pushed too far. Drake tried to kill his father in his sleep but failed when he was easily overpowered and tossed across the room. The father instinctively grabbed his gun and took the safety off placing the firearm at his son's temple, yelling at him repeatedly as his mother just smiled in a drunk daze on the living room couch. LeCriox's life flashed before his eyes and as it did a mixture a feelings of years of torment shattered from his mind as he shoved the gun downward toward the floor to block the chamber. His father fired and was hit by the ricochet of the barrel being blocked. Wounded and in severe pain the father stumbled around in agony holding his eyes as they bleed.

Drake, strangely couldn't help but smile, trying to force out a laugh. One part of him wanted to run but the other wanted to watch his father wallow in pain. Tears flowed from his bruised eyes yet a devious smile was plastered on his face. Eerily he found the strength to rise up from the floor and causally walked over to his father. He continued to chuckle at the site, while still crying, and watched as the abusive man screamed before taking the T.V in which he loved so much he violently slammed it over his head. It cracked from the blow and shards of glass scattered everywhere, one even grazing Drake's right eye. But he shrugged it off and began using pieces of glass to mutilate the body.

Minutes later, he proceeded to drown his mother in an alcohol filled bathtub and finally dragging the two bloody bodies in a pile, with a can of gasoline. He calmly placed his headphones in his ears and simply listened to music, while watching the bodies rot and burn. His single scarred eye stared at the flames, mesmerized by it's destructive power. In a trance-like state he found himself moving into the fire until he himself was engulfed in the fire while blasting his favorite song, committing his final sin.


Afterlife:

It wasn't until he saw his lifeless burnt corpse riddled with charred remains of his parents, that Drake understood what he had done. From his chest dangled a short steel-like chain. Unable to truly understand what had just transpired, he walked around town, something he hadn't done in months, only to find other spirits and discover what had become of him. Yet all the spirits he found knew only as much as he did. So he just traveled blindly for almost a week, trying to communicate with those who were still alive but with no prevail.

One night while wandering the streets, he caught sight of a strange creature running toward him, with its tall bulky figure rampaging down the empty road. The young man hesitated but soon he was off running in the opposite direction of his would-be attacker. It kept a steady speed and only seemed to close in on him more and more. Finally, it wrapped a long, extensive tendril around the confused male and pulled him toward itself. With all his might he tried to escape, continuing to struggle and grunt, it wasn't until the very last second when the young man broke free. The hollow grunted in shock as if this feat was impossible but LeCriox paid no mind as he recovered from the ground and ran once more. Losing track of where he was headed, the terrified spirit was cornered in an alley way, with only a fire escape as a possible exit. He attempted to use the metal assortment called a ladder, but was met with a powerful side swipe to his shoulder that sent him flying downward into a group of plastic trash bins.

Slowly rising to his feet in pulsating pain he looking up as he held his left arm with his right and was met with two strange creatures, both in great size and difference. The young man could only sigh and even cracked a smirk, "I've felt a hell of a lot worse than this. Well? What are you two pencil d*** c*** lovers waiting for, an invite?" The two creatures howled loudly in amusement and charged wildly toward Drake. In an instant he was dragged from the space he occupied and brought to a never-ending white desert, with dunes like those of the Sahara. The desert landscape was littered with what appeared to be boulders and shriveled trees. He only had a moment to look around before he was brutally pounced upon by several more of those bizarre creatures. His screams were nothing more than a whisper in the wind over the savage noises of the creatures.

Menos Stage:

If you ever swam in a crowded pool, then you would understand how it felt to be apart of an conglomeration of hundreds of regular hollows, resulting in a single composite entity of far greater strength than any single hollow. Fighting for conscious was like twenty people fighting for a nickel in the dark, no one was sure where they were going, who they were touching, they just wanted that damn nickel for some odd reason. In this case the nickel was for dominance. It must have been decades before Drake rose to the top and gained consciousness. Once he reached that stage, he couldn't help but feed on his fellow hollows, as if it were instinct to do so, to evolve. Within two short years, he had grown powerful and his form changed to accommodate this power.

Adjuchas-class Phase:

At this point he felt vaguely comfortable with his change, that is until he saw his reflection. Horrified at the monstrosity he had become, he began mutilating other hollows, almost to ruin their monstrous looks further as to look better by comparison. He was losing what mind he had and it tore him apart inside. Drake did find peace when he stumbled into the real world and heard pleasant sounds that soothed his savage beast. Calm to the point he could think clearly, the Adjuchas found the will to attempt to remove his mask, he was stopped before he could when he was approached by a man in white robes with a pleasant smile. He propositioned Drake for an even higher state of being, where the answers he seeks would be answered. Believing there was nothing that could make him worse off and hoped by joining this man he would end his afterlife, but it only began a new one.

RP Sample:

It was nighttime and the shadows seemed to come alive as the pale moonlight shined down upon Karakura Town. The sky seem to open up revealing a dark void of shadows. The shadows hissed and laughed, but he didn't move his lips. The dark coating cast by the absence of light, pulled away from his body in casing him in a black suit. The air swirled upward, bringing the rotten smell of dead corpses with it. His raven hair was slicked downward giving him a somewhat emo-fringe. Stuck in each ear was a pair of white headphone buds. The music, to anyone else was nonexistent but to him they were extremely loud. His face was normal for the upper half but the neck half consisted of a thick white solid collar mask, resembling bone headphones. His left eye was only visible, oh and how they brought fear to any being who came in contact with them. They were a eerie violet-pink color with no pupil.

His upper body was built athletically and wore a black-purple long sleeved button-up shirt with crimson cufflings and black buttons, rolled up to his elbows, and half tucked in his pants. Black baggy cargo pants that, to some extend, hung low on his body creating a urban metal appearance completed his wardrobe. Shortly thereafter, his clothes began to gently flow with the faint wind that was now circulating very slowly, making his hair move with it. He brushed back his black hair revealing his face completely. The clouds passed and his face lit up in the moonlight, casting an eerie expression followed by a nonchalant smile. A soft sound fell on death's ears as his mouth inched open to speak. Along with this process, his vocal box vibrated as a quiet but deep sound escaped through his lips. "This seems like a perfect night for massacre music. Shame on us, doomed from the start. May God have mercy on our dirty little hearts."


The clouds slowly past in front of the luminescent moon and his eyes glowed even more, the wind howling loudly in his ears opening the bottom of his shirt to reveal a medium hole in his side roughly comparable to a small cantaloupe. Searching the streets below, the Arrancar found a young female walking alone followed by a chain which seemed to be connected to her. He smirked slightly and threw himself toward her descending rapidly through the air. Opening his mouth widely hanging his tongue out, it flapped wildly in the passing wind that followed his descent. He preformed a front flip and landed on his feet gently not making a sound, bending his legs as he made impact to soften the fall. Sliding his hands inside his pockets was the only sound he made and from the brushing noise the female was aware of his presence. This action startled her and she turned abruptly toward him. His posture was straight and a shadow laid in place on his face. The expression was of no feeling or meaning to it. From the shroud of the shadows he inspected her.

"Um can you help me? I seem to have lost my way I'm suppose to be waiting for my mom..." The young female said hesitantly constantly looking around. Drake hummed softly and replied in the girl's voice, "How much of human life is lost in waiting?"
"Huh? What did you say?" She said timidly, while shivering in the night's breeze, holding her body tightly. The air swirled around her as he stepped a little closer, the shadows hugged his face. She didn't quite catch the fact that this man was mimicking her voice. LeCriox spoke once more in his cloned tone, "In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost..."

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The young female was about to reply when Drake lifted his head slowly showing his unusual mask features. She began to scrunch up her face to scream but before she could he had already made his move and sunk his sharp teeth into her shoulder, moving in close at an unpredictable and silent speed in which she did not react to in time, the Arrancar cut her off mid scream. He feasted on her quietly ravaging every scrap left. The scenes fades to black and Drake opens his eyes, he laid in his quarters quietly, music was softly playing in his headphones. The hollow was only dreaming, he smirked and turned over to change the song on his audio device, before dosing back off to sleep.[/blockquote]

[Shinigami Kyra]

Approved; High Level, Weak