Post by Immy on Nov 11, 2012 13:25:38 GMT -5
Quincy Application
[/b][/center]In Character
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General Information
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Name: Hrodric Pankraz
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Appearance
Hrodric stands at five feet ten inches weighing about one hundred eighty-one pounds. This is topped off by his bright blonde hair along with his light blue eyes, which seems to attract a lot of attention. His hair is short, as if he has a high and tight with the sides being two inches and the top being six inches. His eyebrows sit a bit higher than average along with a piercing in his left eyebrow. His nose is a bit smaller than average with a low bridge. His ears sit low also and are attached and gauged to a two gauge which is a quarter of an inch in width.
His body is toned and semi muscular, being that his muscles don't stand out, but it is apparent that he has them. He has a tattoo on his right forearm of a cross with pointed edges which is normally covered. Being that he is German, his body is almost covered in hair, though he normally "manscapes". One of the places he normally doesn't shave is his "soul patch" area. He normally lets it grow, giving him some facial hair. The only other thing that is noticeable would be a scar starting at the bottom of his right shoulder blade and spanning diagonally across his back reaching just above his pant line.
Hrodric is somewhat of a punk, and as such, he dresses like one. He likes to wear a pair of white skinny jeans with a chain going from the front right side to the back right pocket where his wallet is. Black boots are also worn with this, normally covered for the most part by his pants. His preferred shirt is a tight white button-up, dress shirt that's over a white T-shirt. Over which he wears an open black duffel coat. On occasion, he wears a white beanie. The reason for so many layers is the fact that he doesn't like fighting in his "punk" get up. It's rather quick to get off, and for that reason he is ok with that.
Personality
Hrodric is a strange one, that is for sure. He likes to isolate himself from groups of people, leaving him to be alone. Some call him anti-social, some call him a freak, some even call him a loser, but he doesn't really pay mind to that. This isolation is for his own good, being that he had been hurt from being to close to people before that he doesn't want that same pain. He makes friends easy though he does not like to.
When around strangers and acquaintances, he is rather calm and lax. He says what's on his mind and goes from there, branching off into a different direction. This direction is normally random. Around people he knows he is even more random, and still the same amount of calmness and laxitivity. He is quite intelligent, but doesn't like to show it, though when he does show it, it surprises those around him. When he shows off, he is a bit smarter than he normally is.
Romantics! When he is romantically involved, he does what he can to get the attention of that certain guy or girl he is crushing on. Oh, that's right, he likes both guys and girls, but more so prefers guys. This preference is due to his ability to get along with males better than females, though he does like going for a girl every now and again. Hrodric is very shy when it comes to his crush, until they know, and once they know, they will continue to know!
While fighting, both physically and verbally, he is rather short tempered. He snaps quick, and that German in him comes out, leaving pain in its wake. On top of that, he will hold a grudge, and he will hold it for as long as he can. If said person were to apologize, then he might forgive them. This is less likely, but it is possible.
History
Birth & Early Childhood
In a small village called Braunshausen, a civil parish of the city of Hallenberg, is where our story begins. An average sized baby was brought into this world on December fifth, nineteen eighty eight. The parents of the young Hrodric Pankraz, were of quincy origin. Though his father was born in Japan as his parents were both quincy as well, traveling ones at that. His mother was born and raised there in Braunshausen, were few hollow attacks happened, though they had a small defense, one small family of quincies. Being this, they would teach their son to be a quincy one day.
Finally able to take him home, the mother of Hrodric was very pleased. Laying him in his little crib, as she began making diner for the father of the new little boy. A few hours went by and there was a certain scream heard... A hollow's scream. As the mother noticed this, she checked on her little boy before running outside to see a huge hollow attacking someone. Before the mother could make her bow, an arrow crushed the hollow's mask, killing it. Calmly walking up, the father gave a hug and a kiss the his wife, and they proceeded to go inside to eat diner. Little did the mother know that her husband had been hurt earlier, and this would affect the future.
A few years pass by, and the young boy is three, and has learned to walk, and talk, not much though. This day would be one that the young boy would remember. It was just another day, sunny and warm out, as the boy was chasing a cat around. As the cat ran and jumped over a fence, Hrodric ran up to it and made a sad face. The kitty had gotten away, but wait, what was this? The cat came running back over, going past the boy. He turned to see what had happened, and when he did this, he felt a slight push in his back, and felt his feet come out from underneath him. He tumbled and rolled forward. He got up and turned around to see a big monster, not just any monster, but a hollow!
A blood curdling scream could be heard from across the yard. The mother picked her head up and could see the hollow. She knew what was happening, and she had to do something about it. She had ran over to where the scream was heard, and sure enough, the hollow was looming over the young boy. He continued to crawl back until he felt something poke his back. He knew he couldn't back up anymore and that's when the hollow lunged at him. He winced and closed his eyes.
Nothing had happened? But why? Opening his eyes, he saw his father standing in front of him with the hollow's teeth dug into him. Hrodric gasped as his father extended his hand out to the boy, holding something. As the boy reached up to grab his father's hand, an arrow struck the hollow, causing it to scream in pain, releasing his father, who landed on the boy making it hard for him to move, let alone get away. Just then, a volley of arrows came from left of the hollow, destroying it almost instantly.
The boy, who had started crying by this point, felt a tug at his shirt collar. Just then, he got pulled up by his father's father. Though this was fine, the boy screamed in pain, as the thing that he was against cut his back, leaving a giant gash. With this, they had taken him to the clinic to get him all patched up. His father, was left there, dead. At the age of three, the boy was left with just his mother, a hard life indeed.Childhood
A year had gone by, and Hrodric was now four years of age. It was strange, not having a father, but Hrodric wouldn't really remember these times. Except one thing, and one thing only; his grandparents took him in. His mother just couldn't bare to look at, let alone raise him. She was to much of a wreck, and the grandfather knew this. Time would heal this, but not for some time.
When he first moved in to his grandparents place, it was a large house, with five or six bedrooms. Hrodric would play hide 'n seek with his grandmother, who watched him all the time while the grandfather worked out in the barn. His work included, normal farm things, along with some quincy things, like target practice and so forth. Because of this, Hrodric would always ask to see papa, short for grandpa, and his grandmother would tell him he couldn't which made him quite upset. He would cry and cry, until finally, his papa came inside to play with him a little bit. Then, of course, he would go back out. Having a farm was a lot of work, and papa was the only one to work on it.
Another year passed, and Hrodric's grandmother began teaching him about school stuff. There wasn't a school for miles, and they weren't gonna send him to some preschool out there, so they wanted to teach him themselves. Of course, this was mainly the grandmother teaching due to the fact that papa was always busy with farm work. This was a slow year.
Six years old! Yessir, he was now six, and was ready to help pick up the chores a bit. Papa didn't like this, but he couldn't say no to a child who wanted to help. So, papa showed him the ropes, figuratively, showing him how to pick fruits and veggies, along with feeding the animals. The only thing he was not allowed to do, was go to the second floor of the barn, papa forbid it. Now why was this?
One day, Hrodric had a bit to much of curiosity, and decided to look up there, against papa's will. He walked up the stairs slowly, looking around, making sure no one was there. When he got up there all the way, he saw a picture of his father, along with some sort of cross in front of it. Hrodric went to go touch it, but before he could there was a flashback of that fateful day...
Hrodric began screaming. It was to much to handle at this time, he was just to young! He hide in the corner, in the fetile position, rocking back and forth when his grandfather found him. He knew what had happened, something he tried to prevent. Because of this, he took him inside and talked to the grandmother. It was sometime, but they found the answer they were looking for. They would keep him till his next birthday, then take him back to his home.
Today was the day. It was the day that Hrodric would be reunited with his mother. Although it had been seven years, Hrodric did miss his mother, and he asked about her often. On the way to the his home, they were stopped by a man on the side of the road. He asked questions, and lots of them to papa. Papa didn't have time for this and they began riding off, down the road to Hrodric's mother's place.
Upon arrival, Hrodric and his mother hugged. It was a glorious reunion, and a long embrace. She missed him ever so much, and he missed her the same. The grandparents stayed for sometime, visiting with the mother. The boy would not leave her side, not even when his grandparents were leaving. Before they left, papa gave something to the mother. It was hidden from Hrodric, of course, but all in all he would find it eventually.
Hrodric learned much from his mother in the two years to follow, with not much happening. Another slow year, times two. These would be years that would be forgotten for other stuff in the future.Pre-Teen & Awakened
Hrodric was now nine, and his mother decided it was time for him to go to a public school. Hrodric argued with this, but in the end, had to go anyway. The first few weeks, he stayed silent, and away from everyone, distant. This had become part of him, and he didn't really like anyone anyway. He quickly became a troublemaker in school, and his mother didn't quite understand why.
One day, Hrodric was sitting on a swing by himself when a group of boys came up to him. The boys began talking crap to him, saying he was an outcast and that he didn't belong. He tried to ignore this, but to no avail. He got up and walked to the one talking the most. He looked him dead in the eyes and told him to go away before things got ugly, well, besides the ugly thing that was already there, his face. This angered the boy, and he took a swing at Hrodric.
This first punch hit Hrodric and sent him back a few steps. The boy walked closer, to get in Hrodric's face. Hrodric responded with a headbutt to the boy's nose, breaking it. The other boys gasped and all charged him. All in all, they beat the crap out of him, up until a school teacher came up and stopped the fighting. The boys ran of course, leaving Hrodric beaten and bloody.
Upon arrival at home, his mother was surprised by her son's beaten face. Of course, she would ask what happened, and he would make up some story to make it seem like he wasn't fighting, even though she knew he was. Maybe it was time she taught him about quincies, and how they work, along with how to use a bow. This way, he would concentrate more so on archery, rather than fighting.
The next few weeks, his mother taught him how to use a normal bow, not wanting to teach him about the quincy just yet. It took little time before Hrodric was good at archery. Then again, he spent all his time devoted to it. Archery was his best subject, even if it wasn't taught in school.
The next year, on his birthday, his mother told him about the quincy, and how his father died. This sent him spiraling into a flashback. This flashback hurt, it hurt a lot. He held his head as he remembered every little detail. The scar on his back from that day, the gift that he had just gotten, and a picture of his dad, all sent his mind into distress. It all came together like a beautiful disaster. Hrodric passed out from the induced stress.
The next day, Hrodric woke up to find his mother not there, and to also find a cross hanging from his wrist. This was quite a surprise, and as such brought back that sudden rush of memories. It wasn't as bad this time, at least. He proceeded to get up and walk outside to find his mother sitting on the swing bench out front. He sat next to her and they began to talk. After sometime, his mother told him that he was a quincy, and that he would need to learn to use this power to be able to help the world.
Hrodric was then pulled from school to go back to home studies, but not just to study at home, but to study as a quincy. He learned much over the next few months. Then one day, they were attacked by a hollow. This hollow wasn't very strong, but it was Hrodric's test to eliminate this hollow. The only problem about this was the fact that he was afraid. Those darn flashbacks kept him from being able to defend himself, and as such, he would relive his nightmare memory. He was backed into a corner, no able to form a cross, and as the hollow attempted to attack, his mother stepped in.
The hollow just swatted his mother away, and prepared to attack the boy, but as he watched his mother fall to the ground, his reiatsu spiked. Suddenly, he felt a power, one like he had never felt. He was able to form his bow, and fire one single arrow at the hollow. It hit the hollow's arm, but didn't kill it, and with this, the hollow retreated.
Hrodric rushed to his mother's side. She was hurt, that was for damn sure, and he decided to take her to the hospital. At the hospital, they told the young boy that he would have to find some other way of taking care of her, seeing as how they had no way to pay. Feeling defeated, the boy took his mother home and began taking care of her. He would do such for a few years.Teen Years
Years of caring for his mother made him soft, though he killed any and every hollow that stepped foot (or claw) on their property. This helped make a certain thirteen year old much stronger than anyone else at his former school. But, once he made the age of thirteen, his mother was almost all the way better, which meant he had to get a job, seeing as how he was in a poorer school area, that didn't offer anything for kids who didn't continue with their schooling. It would be difficult to find a job there, but he would.
He set off, doing odds and ends type of jobs making a quick buck for his mother. He made enough to pay for the electric, but that was about it. It was a good thing they had a well of their own, otherwise they would SOL. Either way, they had the basics for surviving. As long as he went out everyday, and worked till dusk, he would make enough for the month.
One day, as he was plowing someone's field for money, a screech was heard. It was a ways away, but he could make it there in a second or two. A quick burst and he arrived where the hollow was. It was standing over a bloody body. The identity of the body, was none other than, his grandmother! She had been out, pulling weeds, and fixing up her garden when the hollow attacked. This caused Hrodric to go into an enraged state. He killed the hollow, almost instantly and ran over to his grandmother. It was apparent that she was already dead, but he tried to wake her.
Weeks later, they held a funeral service there at his grandparent's home. Hrodric didn't even look up the entire time. He felt it was his fault, and that he shouldn't be there, that he didn't need to be there. He resented hollows for this now, seeing as how they killed both his grandmother and his father. They had made his life difficult and this pissed him off. He turned and left early, going home to pack a bag. His mother asked him where he was going, and he simply didn't say anything. He just took off.
At the young age of fifteen, Hrodric moved to the closest city to work twice as hard, so that he could move his mother away from that damned place. His job consisted of almost everything. He was basically an errand boy for a company. He would deliver messages, clean, get food and or coffee, and the list goes on. He didn't enjoy it much, but he still did it, just for his mother.
One day, Hrodric was out delivering a package to an elderly man's home. It was like any other day, sun was out, it was a bit hot, but that was normal. Everything seemed like it was going right, until he got to the building. He knocked on the door, in which it slowly opened by itself. Hrodric walked in slowly, looking around, being aware of his surroundings. This was, until, the door slammed shut behind him. It was dark, and he couldn't see anything. He felt a hand on his shoulder as the lights came on. Hrodric flipped out, and ran out as quick as he could, leaving the package behind. After this, he decided it was time to go visit his mother.
Upon arrival at his home, his mother greeted him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, along with saying how much he has grow, and how good he was doing. You know, motherly stuff. His grandfather was there as well, sitting in the living room with a cup of coffee. He invited Hrodric to come in and sit for a moment.
"Hrodric, it's time you set out on your own... Your mother agrees with me. Your cousin lives in Japan, and is coming home, which means it would be your father's turn to go to Japan. You see, our family takes turns going and staying in Japan. This, will be your task. Everything will be paid for, you will have your own place, and go to school there. You'll be a bit behind, but it'll do you some good."
Hrodirc made no comments to this. He actually spent little to no time getting ready. It was a family task, right? So the quicker he did it, the quicker he could get out of there and come home. These were his thoughts on it. After saying his good byes, he was off... Off to Karakura Town, Japan.Karakura Town; A New Beginning
Stepping off the plane, Hrodric looked around the small airport. It was his first time on a plane, and his first time somewhere other than Germany. It was weird, but he'd have to get use to it. There was a cab outside waiting for him, that transported him to his new apartment. It was small, but it would do.
The next day, would be his first day going back to school. He hadn't been to school in a long time, not only that, but this was a different place. Things were different, he was different. He walked into his first class. It was full of students who knew each other. Hrodric mainly kept to himself for the next few years, till he would graduate.
Hrodric made very few friends, and the ones he did make, he didn't like. He was very anti-social. He didn't even really get along with his friends to begin with. There was one person that was noteworthy and someone Hrodric actually liked. It was his new found best friend, Hajime Haru. He was the only person who got Hrodric to open up, and in more than one way. They would be friends for years.
At the gently age of nineteen, Hrodric was out of school and hunting for hollows, and jobs. Either one he could find would help him pass the time. Of course, his best friend had moved in with him, and had a job, along with going to college. For some reason, Hrodric thought so highly of this person, that he actually fell in love with him. This was a first for Hrodric, and he would learn not to do this ever again.
He got home late one night after hunting down a hollow or two. He would walk in on his best friend having sexual intercourse with a girl that was in their class back in high school. This upset, Hrodric, and he ran out. He sat alone on a park bench, wishing that it hadn't happened, when a girl came up to him. She sat next to him and said nothing. He wanted to ask her what she was doing, but had yet to decide whether he should or not. Then she spoke, softly.
"You have to forgive and forget, otherwise you will just end up a bitter old man..."
After those words, the woman got up and walked away. Hrodric sat there stunned for a moment. He then got up and went back home, to see Hajime, only to find a bloody mess. He looked around and saw a knife, along with bloody foot steps going to the bathroom. He would investigate further. As he walked into the bathroom, he saw the woman that was with his friend standing over the bath tub filled with blood, and his friend. Hrodric was shaking. He couldn't see anything but the woman who had done this to his friend. He wanted her dead, more than anything. Before he could do anything, she turned and looked at him. Her eyes were red, or seemed red from the blood around them.
She charged Hrodric, who had no choice but to defend himself. He grabbed her arm and twisted it. She then delivered an elbow to his ribs, causing him to let go. She went for the window, and jumped out, and she was gone. Hrodric would have to find her one day... For revenge. He fell to his knees next to the tub. He was saddened.
Hrodric got up and went for the phone. He called the police and told them everything. They came by and cleaned up everything, investigated it, and so forth. Eventually, when it was all said and done, Hrodric had to move out, and into another apartment. Hrodric set up his new apartment, just like the old one, seeing as how it was the same size and all.
A couple more years went by, and Hrodric was now twenty three. He had a job at a music store selling instruments that he didn't even know! But it was a fun job, he knew who came in most of the time, the usuals, the newbies, the classical, the guitarists, anyone and everyone who would go in there, he could tell what they were after, for the most part. He didn't like dealing with the people but for a second, but he did his job to the standard.
As for hollow hunting, it went about the same as normal. He would find one or two, kill them and continue on with what he was doing. This is where he is now in his life, and where he would be for a few years.
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Skills
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Skills
- Marksmanship - Advanced
- Gintō - Beginner
- Hirenkyaku - Advanced
- Hand to Hand - Intermediate
Attributes
- Speed - Intermediate
- Power - Advanced
- Stamina - Intermediate
- Intelligence - Advanced
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Powers
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Origin of Powers
Hrodric was born a quincy, like most quincy before and after him. When his powers were awakened, now that's a different story! At the age of nine, Hrodric's mother taught him how to use a normal bow, not wanting to teach him about the quincy just yet. It took little time before Hrodric was good at archery. Then again, he spent all his time devoted to it.
The next year, on his birthday, his mother told him about the quincy, and how his father died. This sent him spiraling into a flashback. This flashback hurt, it hurt a lot. He held his head as he remembered every little detail. The scar on his back from that day, the gift that he had just gotten, and a picture of his dad, all sent his mind into distress. It all came together like a beautiful disaster.
The next day, Hrodric woke up to find his mother not there, and to also find a cross hanging from his wrist. This was quite a surprise, and as such brought back that sudden rush of memories. It wasn't as bad this time, at least. He proceeded to get up and walk outside to find his mother sitting on the swing bench out front. He sat next to her and they began to talk. After sometime, his mother told him that he was a quincy, and that he would need to learn to use this power to be able to help the world.
Quincy Cross
Hrodric's cross was passed down from his deceased father, and took the shape of a regular cross that is even from the center to the end of each side. It is enclosed in a circle, and has loops on the inside of the cross itself.
Quincy Bow
Hrodric's bow takes the shape of a modern day recurve bow. The color in which it appears is silver, with a white-ish color near the tips. The string is also white, and the arrows themselves are of silver color as well.
Other Quincy Items
Hrodric carries around one seele schneider along with two or three ginto tubes, even if he isn't that great with that stuff. He prefers to use his bow more than anything.
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OOC Information
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Sample Post
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It was just another day at the music store, as Hrodric sat behind the counter. It was a slow day, hell a slow week. But what could he do about it, right? He had some headphones on, listening to some music while he waited for a customer to come by at some point today. He decided he would go take a quick break. He got up, left his music going, went to the back, and took a five minute break.
Upon coming back, Hrodric saw a young man looking at some guitars. He was probably around seventeen, from the looks of it. Hrodric thought he would approach the young man, like he did with any other customer.
"S'cuse me, need help with something?"
The young man turned around towards Hrodric. He smiled politely and asked him a question. "Yeah, how much is this guitar, I wanted to get it for my brother..."
"There should be a price on it. Let me know if you need some real help." After saying this, Hrodric went back and sat down behind the counter again. He propped his feet up on the counter and put his headphones back in.
The young man looked around a bit more, then left. And that was basically the end of the day, there anyway. It was time to hunt one hollow. He did like to hunt for at least one a day, to keep his senses up. He locked up the store and left, like he normally did. As he was walking, he heard a scream for help.
"Eh, 'the hell. I might as well do somethin', ain't got nothin' better to do." Hrodric said as he walked in the direction of the screams.
He made it to the source, this source was actually the young man from earlier, along with three or four guys, beating on him. Should Hrodric do something about this? He thought he should, he was already there.
"Oi! What ch'all doin' over there? Beating on an innocent? That's sad dudes."
The men looked up at Hrodric. The whispered among themselves before one of them charged Hrodric. He threw a right hook, and Hrodric ducked back. The man then found a boot placed in his abdomen, causing him to fall to the ground. The other men, startled by this, ran off, leaving the young boy hurting by himself.
Hrodric walked over to the boy and offered a hand to him. "Good thing I heard ya screams kid, that mighta turned bad quick."
The young man took Hrodric's hand and stood up. Hrodric turned around and started to walk away. After this, Hrodric didn't see the kid again, nor would he, seeing as how the kid got hit by a bus that night.
Hrodric went home and slept soundly, as his night ended on a good note, for him at least.
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