Post by faust on Dec 3, 2009 17:31:26 GMT -5
Name: Kyoshiro "Demon-Eyes Kyo" Kisaka
Age: 1,450 (1,229 as a Shinigami; 226 as a Vizard)
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Shunpou: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
Age: 1,450 (1,229 as a Shinigami; 226 as a Vizard)
Kyo is calm and collected, preferring logic to rash action. However, if you disrespect him, he will put you back in your place. He is very analytical as well as being very intellectual and scientific, following his plans down to the finest detail. He has a variety of methods for analyzing an opponent's abilities, such as studying the damage done to their former opponents.Appearance:
Kyo often has entire situations planned out well in advance. He has a great talent for analyzing and observing everything in his presence, allowing him to quickly understand a person's pattern of thinking to better manipulate them and seemingly always be aware of any danger. He has shown himself to be a powerful and flexible tactician, capable of adjusting seamlessly to any given combat situation.
Kyo is fond of long, complicated, and somewhat convoluted plots...many of which do not even have any real reason until he actually reveals them. He is a powerful strategist, capable of formulating well thought-out plans several steps ahead of others. These plans are deeply involved by their very nature; they are detailed and planned out with the long term in mind. To one as old as he, years mean little; He is even able to utilize plans that span decades and require moving people around like pieces on a chessboard, as well as making sure they play the role he has planned out for them. He is most masterful when it comes to plans within plans, and his patience is usually hard to beat.
On many occasions when he meets others and is in a good enough mood to deign to carry a conversation, he is shown to be witty and filled with knowledge…although he rarely reveals his wisdom in an easily interpretable manner.
Kyo is a fairly tall man, and very slim. While he appears thin and wiry, his muscles have been hardened and strengthened to an impressive level by near-constant Hakuda training. As a member of the Omnitsukido, he was expected to train extensively every day with all forms of Shinigami combat. The main focus was on Hakuda for most, but even more so for Kyo. It was believed that he had no Zanpakuto, so he extended his Hakuda training to take up that extra time. As a result, his Hakuda skills are clearly superior and his strength is belied somewhat by his slim frame.Hollow Mask:
Kyo's Shinigami uniform is reminiscent of an Omnitsukido Executive Militia uniform. Going from top to bottom, one would first look at his head. He wears a black bandana with a pattern of small crimson diamonds that hides the entire top of his head and his entire forehead. Next, a first time observer's progress would no doubt be halted in surprise. As one meets his eyes, it becomes immediately clear that they are not normal. Like other eyes, his corneas are white. However, unlike other eyes, he appears to have no pupils. His lack of irises is also conspicuous. The last difference is somewhat hard to see unless you are looking for it. The small veins present in his eyes are not red, like in a normal man's eyes, but black. In truth, these are actually small pupils. Their shape allows for significantly more rods to line the outside, and just slightly more cones as a whole. As such, his sight is slightly beeter than normal, especially when it come to detecting motion.
Next, as we move down, we find another bandana, identical to the first. This one is secured around his neck, and can be pulled up to form a "bandit-style" mask. When he does this, only the narrow strip of skin adjacent to his eyes is visible. Going lower, we find that he wears a normal black kosode. Underneath of his kosode, rather than a shitagi, he wears ginjoutan as an added defensive bonus. In addition, he also wears regular hakama. His hakama-himo is crimson rather than white, as is the slim sash that goes from his right shoulder to his left hip. Instead of sandals, he wears long black jika-tabi. The bottoms of his hakama are wrapped with tight black bands and descend straight into these jika-tabi. Tight black bands also wrap the sleeves of his kosode to keep it from moving too much. His kosode's sleeves go straight into long, tight black gloves.
Beneath his sleeves, if one were ever to observe his bare arms, one would find identical tattoos on each arm. Any Shinigami would recognize that these are the marks of Tenteikura, the Kido which allows one to mentally transmit messages to others. Kyo had this tattooed onto his skin for convenience. He simply pushes some of his Spiritual Energy into the marks and casts the Kido normally. The only difference is that the Spiritual Energy becomes animated and leaves his skin bearing the message, rather than the ink as would normally occur.
The only white garment he wears is a custom-made white Haori which he paid dearly to obtain. The inner lining of this Haori is black, trimmed in a deep burgundy-red. On the back, it bears the traditional diamond present on all Haori. However, inside the diamond, rather than a division number, there is a simple Hollow mask (which is identical to his own) and the kanji for “Masked Warrior” beneath it.
With this outfit on, the only skin visible is his face. His skin is alabaster white, beyond deathly pale. Despite that, he has a warm smile and his eyes seem to radiate genuine integrity. If he were to remove his top bandana, one would see that his hair is pure white and styled in a "buzz cut". This entire look is completed by a wakizashi tied at the small of his back, with the handle at his left side, and wielded with his left hand. He wields it in an inverted grip. It is fairly unremarkable otherwise; just an ordinary wakizashi.
Kyo's Mask is a plain Mask which mimics the shape of a Human face. The only ornamentation consists of a straight crimson line down the middle, dividing the Mask into two sides. The left side is black while the right side is white. On the left side, there is a three-inch long white horn. On the right side, there is a three-inch long black horn. There is a crimson pentagram where the lips on a Human's face would be, around the size of a pair lips.Hollow Powers:
Enhanced Spiritual Power
((Drew Powers from this site: bleach.wikia.com/wiki/Vizard))
Khentimentu is a humanoid Adjuchas class Hollow. He takes the form of a featureless humanoid composed of a jet black liquid. He is both slightly more slender at the waist and more broad-shouldered than an a Human, but the overall shape is the same. He is reminiscent of a silhouette come to life. If one were to look beneath his mask, they would find that his face is also simply featureless inky blackness, as though he were completely formed from polished stygian obsidian.Zampakuto's name:
He stands at an impressive six foot five inches and weighs one-hundred and eighty pounds. His Mask is separated lengthwise by a straight crimson line. The right half is ivory white, the left half is jet black. In addition, he has a black horn on the right side and a white horn on the left side. His Mask mimics the shape of a Human face, with the profile of a nose. However, there is a small crimson pentacle where the mouth should be, taking up about as much space as a pair of lips would on a human face. His Hollow-hole is centered at his navel and radiates outward in a six-inch diameter.
Khentimentu wears a long black cloak which tends to flare out as though it is a living shadow. Other than that, he is unadorned with no clothing. Clothing is not necessary, as his body is completely composed of the black substance and is completely featureless.
He has no mouth, and thus cannot "speak". He sends out a telepathic wave which others' brains interpret as "sound". However, there is no vibration of the eardrums, thus his voice has a strange, somewhat echo-y quality. This wave also allows him to choose who hears his voice and who does not.
Amatsu Konhebi (Heavenly Imperial Soul-Serpent)Zampakuto Spirit:
Kyo's Zanapkuto's spirit's name is Junsei Konhebi, or Pure Soul-Serpent. He is a large, shining white dragon of the Oriental variety. His horns are shaped like crescent moons and appear to be made of gold. His claws and teeth are made of silver more pure than will ever be found anywhere else. His eyes are unfathomably deep pool of complete and utter darkness. Though he is glowing, shining white, it can be seen that he is filled with jet black smoke, similar to the inside of a garganta, when he opens his mouth. He can breathe jet black fire that incinerates all that it touches.Un-released Zampakuto's Appearance:
Junsei Konhebi is very solemn. He acts - and expects to be treated as - a powerful monarch. He always refers to Kyo in his full name, though Kyo calls him "Konhebi-Sama". He speaks to Kyo often, and advises him in difficult situations. He also alerts Kyo to any danger that he senses and carefully scrutinizes every person Kyo comes into cantact with.
Kyo's Sealed Zanpakuto is unique in that it naturally takes a form other than a sword, without the aid of disguise or concealment. Its power is very highly condensed, as its Sealed for is very small. It takes the form of a simple silver ring, similar to a wedding band in everything but color. It is worn on the middle finger of his left hand. It cannot be seen normally, as it is under his glove.Shikai Release phrase::
"Sanctify, Junsei Konhebi."Shikai Appearance::
His shikai appears as a wakizashi with an eight-pointed star shaped guard, the handle wrapped in purple silk. The end of the handle is capped with a silver seal which bears the kanji for 'Stealth'. The blade is made of pure, shining white energy. The sheath is pure pure black with wine-red lines on it that look like cracks on glass. Even though the blade is a wakizashi, the sheath is the lenth of a normal katana's sheath to throw opponents off guard. The end of the sheath has a decorative silver cap which bears the kanji for "Final". Though its blade starts as a wakizashi, it can lenthen up to 25 yards, as well as separate from the hilt or from the rest of the blade, leaving a wakzashi blade length piece behind. It can also bend and twist at Kyo's will.Shikai Abilities::
In addition to this, a small tanto is also formed, with a blade made of the same energy, and sheathed on Kyo's right thigh for rapid draw speed with his right hand. This possesses only one ability: it can lengthen up to wakizashi length.
In Shikai, Kyo truly earns the title "Demon-Eyes Kyo". His body undergoes a small, almost imperceptible change. The change occurs in his eyes. Most Humans see at a maximum of seventy-two frames per second. This change allows Kyo to see at a faster rate; about one hundred and fifty frames per second. As such, everything around him seems to move more slowly. This would actually be a handicap if his body didn't change as well. Yet he does not need to worry about that, as his Shikai also doubles his speed to compensate for his doubled frame rate.Bankai Description:
In addition to the modifications to his body, there are the changes in his zanpakuto as described above.
Firstly, Kyo's uniform changes slightly. All of his garments turn pure white (Captain's Haori is unchanged). Meanwhile, his eyes turn pure black. The darkness is broken only by the small, barely visible red veins, his newfound crimson irises, and his pure white pupils. His hair, though it is not visible under his bandana, turns a blood red shade of crimson as well. His sash and Hakama-Himo are unaffected, and remain crimson as well.Bankai Abilities:
Though he is ambidextrous, he uses his left arm exclusively as his sword-weilding arm in Bankai. This is because the same energy which makes up the blade of his sword forms a plate of armor on his mid- and upper-back, under his clothes but above his ginjoutan. This continues down both of his arms, armoring them. This armor, just what is on his back and arms, acts as a weak sort of Seki-Seki; it does not break down all Spiritual attacks, but it does dull them slightly, taking the edge off. Once again, this is all under his garments and as such is unseen. On his right arm, this energy stops at the wrist. However, on his left arm, the energy comes out from under the sleeve, over his glove, and froms a model of his Zanpakuto spirit's head which covers his hand completely as well as the handle of his sword all the way past the gurad, stopping a just two inches up the blade.
The blade itself is the same in composition, except that it is katana length now. Yet it is not a katana; it takes the form of a jian, or straight-bladed Chinese sword. It is just slightly less broad than most jian, and thinner in blade thickness as well. The smallness of the blade serves to condense all of its energy into the smallest possible form; as a result, its cutting power and the damage it does are greatly increased. Like in Shikai, it can lengthen and twist; it can now lengthen up to fifty yards rather than the mere twenty-five allowed in Shikai.
In addition to retaining the power from his Shikai, Kyo's Bankai grants him a new power. It is simple in composition but strong none the less. Kyo channels his raw Kido energy into the blade and fires it off in a blast that is about the size of a Cero, the speed of a Bala, and just slightly weaker than a Gran Rey Cero. He can combine this ability with actual Kido spells for devastating effect.Skill Level: Kidou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Shunpou: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Advanced
Kyoshiro was born in 4,585 B.C.E. Back then, his name was Khentimentu.RP Sample:
He remembers none of his Human life...perhaps that's his modesty, stopping his ego from expanding. You see, before he was a Shinigami, he was a very powerful Hollow. Yet Before that, he was an Egyptian. This was way back, back when there were peoples with no set language. And he wasn't just any Egyptian; he was one of the first of those called "Pharaoh".
Khentimentu wanted to be truly the master of all that he surveyed. He waged war on the ancient powers and amassed much of the Egyptian Empire. When the bards sang of his exploits, they altered his name to "Khentimentiu" which means "God of the Dead's Destiny". His personal legends later became the basis for the myths of both Anubis and Osiris. His subjects worshipped him with religious fervor, believing him to be a literal god in the flesh.
However, it was as it is with all "Heroes": They either die a "Hero" or live long enough to see themselves become a "Villain". Khentimentu experienced the former.
During a ferocious war with India, Khentimentu was killed. He died surrounded by - literally, up to his knees! - the warriors he had vanquished. The turmoil of battle and anger that he felt as he was yanked from the prime of his life tormented him endlessly. He watched the battle for three full days before angrily ripping out his Chain of Fate with the intent to leap into the fray. All of his anger caused him to change into a Hollow, a change that was almost instantaneous. In this newfound form, Khentimentu ravaged the enemy forces. The Egyptians won, but they returned home haunted by visions of men being ripped apart and eaten by some unseen enemy. Khentimentu, also, returned home. But not to Khentimentu's home, for that was no longer who he was. He was the Scourge; his home was Hueco Mundo.
Khentimentu was born and bred as a Leader, so it should come as no surprise that his consciousness re-emerged again and again as the dominant persona of his new form. It was easy enough to utilize his former warrior abilities to dominate the lesser Hollows around him.
He started as a lowly beginner, devouring small, weak souls that had somehow ended up in Hueco Mundo. Perhaps they had gotten lost on their journey to the Soul Society; perhaps they were the forgotten remnants of a Hollow's would-be meal, escaped while the Hollow fought one of its fellows. It didn't matter; they were a stepping stone for him to gain enough strength to begin devouring Lesser Hollows, then average Hollows, then up to Menos, Gillian and, finally, Adjuchas. By the time he reached 100 years as a Hollow, he was an Adjuchas himself. He fought his way to the top in Death in the same way he had in Life.
Khentimentu began taking trips to Earth. He started with Humans, then moved on to Spiritually Aware Humans...then patrolling Shinigami. Yet he began to find that nothing satisfied his hunger anymore. Eventually, he lost the will to feed. That's when he discovered his power.
He was searching deep inside himself for the answer to his problem when it happened. He found himself in The Void: a featureless white plain that seemed to go on and on without end (Coincidentally, this would be exactly what his Zanpakuto’s Inner World would later look like…an early warning sign of his “Disease”? Perhaps…). He soon discovered that he could make whatever he wanted in there. He no longer had any need for the outside world. And so he stayed.
For millennia, he trained in The Void with no concept of time. He trained without ceasing, finding that he no longer needed to feed or sleep and, while in The Void, he needed only minimal rest. He trained his Hollow powers for over a thousand years, fully mastering them to the fullness of his form's potential.
After he mastered those, he moved on the increase his physical endurance, strength, and speed. In particular, he set up traps and tracks to increase his speed. He spent over a millennia on it alone, working it to his physical limits, even stretching out those boundaries. By now, about two thousand and five hundred years had passed.
From there, he created his sickle, a weapon which has existed since the advent of the ancient harvest. He personalized it and charged it with his own energy. He trained for hours every day for another two thousand years.
He spent the five hundred years in a customized schedule, training for hours on his physical prowess, Hollow abilities, and weapons mastery.
In total, about five thousand years passed while he trained, isolated from the rest of existence.
And yet...he grew lonely. Without him realizing it, his personality split into two halves. He would black out periodically. One day, he found himself back in Hueco Mundo with no idea how he'd come to be there. While Khentimentu was utterly ruthless, his other personality (who, it should be noted, simply thought he was blacking out and had no idea about the REAL Khentimentu) was not. This other personality was very kind, virtuous, and honorable. He called himself Kyoshiro. Every time he gained domination of the form, Khentimentu's usually jet black body excreted the stark white substance that Masks are made of. It would cover the body in shining white armor, reminiscent of that of a knight or paladin.
It was in this form that the patrolling Shinigami found him on that fateful day. He was simply sitting atop a building in Karakura town, watching the Humans pass by. It was a favorite game of his. He had even once saved a small girl from being run over by a careless bus driver. When he heard a man yell "Freeze", he instinctively knew that the man was speaking to him. He lifted his arms slowly and turned around. Three Shinigami had cornered him.
Now, Khentimentu would have attacked back.
Khentimentu would have known that they were Shinigami.
Kyoshiro, however, had never before seen a Shinigami. When they saw that he had no intention to resist, they ordered him to his knees. Kyo, puzzled, did what they asked. He didn't know what was really going on until his arms had been bound by a Bakudo and wicked grins shown on the faces of his assailants. The middle one quickly sliced through the Mask of the prostrated figure before him, cleansing him and sending him to the Soul Society.
Once there, he was Kyoshiro Kisaka. He had no knowledge of his former Hollow status. He made many inquiries about the mysterious Shinigami organization and his unusually high level of reiatsu, equivalent to a Fifth Seat's, got him noticed quickly. He was directed to the Shinou Academy for Spiritual Arts, where he enrolled on the first try. After one year of the usually required six, he was deemed ready to graduate. However, there was one thing that bugged his superiors, gave them second thoughts: he had yet to manifest a Zanpakuto...or so they thought. And so a deal was made: he would have the next five years as a period of free study, where he would be able to set his own lightly supervised training schedule. After that period, he would stay for another six years of specialized Omnitsukido training and would be enlisted in their ranks upon graduation.
Kyoshiro stayed the extra five years and trained extensively on Hakuda, while his severe Insomnia allowed him to work with his Zanpakuto in secret at night. He was required to take one class to stay at the Academy, though the choice of class was his. Thus, in addition to five years of free training, he also has five years of Unohana's flower arranging course under his belt. When this five year period was up, his reiatsu was equivalent to that of a Third Seat. The first four and a half years of his Omnitsukido training passed without major incident or highlight. However, in that fifth year, something very good did happen: he gained Shikai. However, this memory is marred by something bad as well. It started when he entered his Zanpakuto's inner world.
It was a nearly featureless desert of white sand, stretching on for eternity. Just as stark white as the background, though glowing a slight silver, was his Zanpakuto's spirit. It was a shining white dragon of the Oriental variety. Its teeth and claws were silver and it bore crescent-shaped horns of gold. Its eyes were pure, impenetrable black. It spoke in a booming voice.
Kyo was stunned. However, there was little time for that. For even as the dragon was speaking, another figure appeared. It was unmistakably a Hollow, Adjuchas class. It was jet black, and its Mask was very unique: it was pure white and utterly featureless. It closely resembled the Mask of the “Phantom of the Opera”, except that it covered his whole face. There was no mouth whatsoever, and there was only the profile of a nose; no nostrils. The Hollow's stance was decidedly menacing.
As Kyo looked on, the Hollow began to rapidly charge a Cero. Kyo's Zanpakuto's spirit growled deeply. "Listen carefully, Kyoshiro Kisaka. My name is Junsei Konhebi. From this day forth, my might is your might. I will abolish your enemies so long as you remain worthy of my service. Wield me now."
Instinctively, Kyo lifted his left hand to see the glowing silver band on his middle finger. "Sanctify...Junsei Konhebi."
The ring liquified and flowed outward, floating in an orb just in front of Kyo's hand. As he gazed on in wonder, the orb became a wakizashi. The guard was an eight-pointed star, the handle wrapped in purple silk. The end was capped witha silver seal which bore the kanji for 'Stealth'. The blade was made of pure white energy, and Kyo instinctively knew that it could lengthen up to fifty yards and detach to fly through the air. More importantly, he knew the main special ability. Raising his blade to eye level, he intoned "Chouin No Houtei".
The blade began to vibrate.
The Cero fizzled and died.
The Hollow was stunned.
Leaping forward, Kyo stabbed the figure deeply in the shoulder. It howled, leapt backwards, and run away with inhuman speed. Wordlessly, Kyo resealed his Zanpakuto. Junsei Konhebi spoke.
"We will meet again soon, Kyoshiro Kisaka. Fare thee well." Kyo gave a solemn nod, and then he was back in his small student room. With the gaining of his Shikai, Kyo's reiatsu was at Fukutaicho level, though he had trained himself to highly supress and condense it, something that was already somewhat easy for him, as his Zanpakuto manifested in a very supressed form.
Kyo graduated without incident, though the fact that a Hollow was in his Zanpakuto's inner world, and therefore his soul as well, bothered him deeply. He told no one, and would often wake up in the night with a yell of terror and covered in cold sweat.
He was immediattely enlisted in the Omnitsukido, where he stayed for many years and gained the nickname “Demon-Eyes Kyo”; one that has stuck with him ever since. Eventually, he became the Omnitsukido Leader's Chief Bodyguard, then transferred to the Third Squad's Third Seat position. Later, he returned to the Second Squad to serve as its Third Seat and the Corps Commander of the Detention Squad Unit of the Omnitsukido. Just before he vacated that position, his reiatsu was nearly Captain level, though he had not yet achieved Bankai.
Two hundred and six years ago, he was approached by the Captain-Commander and selected for an extended reconnaissance mission to Hueco Mundo; it was to span fifty years. Knowing that he must do his duty for the good of the Soul Society, he accepted. While there, his main job was to keep his eyes and ears open and report anything that seemed out of the ordinary or suspicious. It was...boring. He spent most of his time training with his Zanapakuto. He had no need to be secretive about it, as the only ones around to see were Hollows, whom he promptly killed. This extensive training and bonding with Konhebi increased and strengthened their relationship until Kyo felt that to remove Konhebi would be akin to removing his arms and ripping his own soul. Just five years before his return to the Soul Society and the Seireitei, he gained Bankai.
Kyo returned one hundred and fifty-six years ago, after correctly deducing from the goings-on in Hueco Mundo that he would be needed in the Soul Society very soon. He delivered his report to General Yamamoto and was placed in the Eighth Division, squad of well-rounded reserves, as the Fukutaichou. His reiatsu, if it were ever to be unspressed, was now at the Upper-Captain level. As such, he has resigned from the 8th Squad's Fukutaichou position, becoming an UnSeated Shinigami, and put in a request for the recently-vacated Captaincy. In light of his years of faithful and trustworthy service, he was promptly accepted.
Yet he was still troubled by nightly terrors of the Hollow. They were very bad while he was in Hueco Mundo, but he expected them to lessen when he returned to the Soul Society. He was wrong. They became worse, nearly driving him mad. One single incident, just one little moment in time, and his whole world changed.
He lost control.
It happened one night as he went for a walk in Seireitei. He was suddenly afflicted by some unseen force, and his vision shifted and changed. He found himself surrounded by Hollows. They seemed to mock him.
”Captain, are you alright?”
”I’ll fetch a Fourth Squad Member!”
”Captain, relax! Don’t strain yourself!”
“Die, you bastards!” he cried. His blade flicked left and right, slaughtering the beings before him. Suddenly, his vision shifted again. He saw himself surrounded by the bodies of over a dozen UnSeated Shinigami.
“No…what have I done?!”
He heard an echoing, sinister laugh. Suddenly, he was in his Zanpakuto’s Inner World. Before him stood the Hollow whom he had seen when he first released Shikai; the same Hollow who had terrified him nightly for years. Moving forward, it spoke.
”Hello, Ukitake Kyoshiro. Did you like my little magic trick?”
“Bastard! You did that? They were innocent! I’ll kill you!”
With a fierce battle cry and a leap forward, Kyo released Shikai and swung his blade. The blade extended forward at a furious pace, straight for the Hollow’s head. Without flinching, the Hollow raised an ornate sickle and blocked it.
”Yes…give me your anger, give me your hatred! You see, I’ve decided that your time is at an end. You’ve had a fun run, but it’s time for me to return to power. Now, why don’t you sick back like a good little girl and I might get you a cookie and a coloring book to occupy your time while I slaughter everyone you ever cared about as well everyone you didn’t?”
Kyo’s reply was a snarl and a stab.
They exchanged blows at a blurring pace. Kyo took a cut here, Khentimentu a stab there. Kyo was quickly gaining. Pressing his advantage, he released Bankai and managed to seal Khentimentu’s powers. Then put his blade straight through Khentimentu’s chest and watched as he disintegrated. As he faded away, Khentimentu offered that famous catchphrase that so many of “the younger generation” loved to quote:
I’ll be back! he hissed. When you least expect it!
Whe he returned to reality, he found the remain of Hollow Mask-substance sticking to his body, what appeared to be a shell of some short that looked like a Hollow, and many more dead Shinigami. More Shinigami rushed towards him. Reaching to his face, he found a mask. Disgusted, he quickly realized what had happened and ripped it off. He fled that night, from what he had done and the shame of what he had become.
Now, finally forced to consider himself a Vizard, he searches for a cure for his "disease". He now knows many things about what has happened to him, and has some theories on how to fix it. While the Hollow has not troubled him "in the flesh" since he defeated it that night two hundred and twenty-six years ago, he believes he can feel its presence pervading him; insinuating its wicked tendrils of evil into his mind. If only he knew its true origins...
Part One: Genesis
BleachStone. A Bleak place, to say the least. A place where tough, adventurous creatures and the more “civilized” types of Hollows exist in close proximity to one another. A bleak place indeed, but an excellent place for anyone looking to run from the law. In such a land of shady dealings and occasional vigilante justice, a lawman would have no place. “No, Officer, nobody here’s doing anything wrong, and don’t nobody know anything about nobody else. Run along back to your bright lights and big city.” Keep justice between you and the person you have conflict with, don’t cause a scene…and you can do whatever you want without a second glance from anyone in this God-forsaken hellhole.
Faust loved it.
Faust DarkHeart, Vasto Lorde. One of the oldest Hollows, if not the oldest. Alive when the Human race was young. A rare specimen indeed. As He strode silently down the main road, He did what He spent most of His time doing: inhabiting His mind.
What a delightful place. Simple yet Intricate. Savage yet Cultural. One simple Law: the Weak serve the Strong and the Strong serve themselves. Not ‘Righteous’, but Fair. How things used to be. What had happened to the rest of the world?
As He had been musing, Faust’s feet had carried Him to the seedy town’s bar. He was soon nursing a strong drink as he watched the solemn bartender clean a dirty glass with an even dirtier rag.
Living among His brethren had taught Him one important thing: You can’t count on anyone but you.
Hollows that did not learn that lesson early, and well, were beaten-down and devoured. Hollows who learned that lesson oh-too-well became Death’s Envoys, carrying Destruction everywhere they went. Eventually, most went insane. They were locked away, doomed to eternal imprisonment. The lucky ones were devoured. The unlucky ones are in those cages, in that cavern, at this very moment; releasing guttural shrieks and howls of rage and sanity lost.
Even if the “Weak” were not destroyed by the “Strong”, they were destroyed by an Outsider; they could not expect help from their brethren.
And so Faust had decided that He was no longer a part of the self-mutilating animal that was the Hollow race. He had heard rumors of something new, something a Hollow could, with very great skill, become. He had heard rumors; rumors that His instincts told him could not be false. And then He had seen the proof, a visitation. Rabia Violentia. A demonstration of the strength of those who moved onto this new plateau.
This was what He sought to become, something apart from the beastly, savage Hollows. And what had these been called?
Adrenaline began to flow through Faust’s body.
The thought of so much power, so much potential, to change so much!
“Arrancar.” He whispered, breathlessly.
Faust knew that He had the potential, but He also recognized that it was essential to maximize that potential. He was already at incredible strength for a Vasto Lorde. And it was said that they made the most powerful Arrancar! Oh, but He would get stronger! So much stronger! He would train until His body became steel, His eyes fire, and He could finally break the barrier holding Him back, the barrier that bound Him so tightly to His current form: His Mask!
And then…well, then the world had better do its worst, for He would do His.
Part Two: All The Same
Still musing, Faust didn’t immediately notice when He had finished his drink. He got up, threw a few coins on the dilapidated old bar, and left the saloon. The old western saloon style double doors continued swinging behind Him. He had not made it more than a few steps outside the nearly empty saloon when a shadowy form detached from the side of the building behind Him. Faust stopped in His tracks as He felt a knife’s point press against the small of His lower back. Hot, fetid breath hit the back of His neck. It smelled of rotten meat and another strange odor, one that Faust, as a Hollow, was used to: Souls. Faust could always smell it on the breath of a Hollow who had just fed.
From behind Him, the Hollow spoke. “The fancy outfit: get it off. That nice shiny dagger, too.” Slowly, Faust undid the brooch of His black overcoat….and was behind the assailant before said overcoat hit the ground.
Now that this would-be assailant stood before Him, Faust could quite easily see that this Hollow was clearly inferior in strength. It had hidden so easily within the heart of the shadows because it was shadowy; its form was not quite defined. It was clearly a very new Hollow. Just as the Hollow turned to face Him, Faust flared his spiritual pressure, forcing the ill-equipped foe to his knees. Sliding His blade smoothly from its sheath, he placed the sharp edge under the Hollow’s jugular.
The foe whimpered.
Faust closed His eyes for a moment, opened them, and then nodded.
The would-be attacker smiled. Then the dagger ripped through his jugular and his spine, beheading him. Death was instantaneous. “I promised you mercy.” Faust said calmly. “And you did get it. A quick Death. I will also spare your body the dishonor of rotting and your soul the dishonor of disintegrating.” Putting out His left hand, palm facing the corpse, Faust focused his power. The soul of the recently deceased was absorbed through His palm, seemingly going straight into His Hollow-hole. Some like to “Eat” it, but Faust simply absorbed it. It was the body He ate…right there in the street. If anyone cared, they didn’t disturb Him; perhaps for fear of suffering a similar Fate. When He had finished with the meat, Faust broke off a claw-like bone, which He stuck in His mouth like a tooth pick, and then pointed His left index finger at the rest. “Cero.” He intoned. The blast destroyed everything left of the weaker Hollow.
Once again donning His overcoat, Faust continued down the main road. His next stop: the BleachStone Corral, den of shady dealings and hostiles of all kinds.
And as He walked, He noticed that His breath smelled of Soul.
Part Three: Conquerer
As He entered the flat open ring, a strange, though not very surprising, sight met His eyes. A crowd of Hollows had formed a thick ring, concentric to the Corral’s perimeter. Inside the fairly large space formed by the ring, a massive Hollow was just finishing off an equally massive opponent. The victor was about seven feet tall, though Humanoid; probably a Vasto Lorde. Faust raised an eyebrow as the winning Hollow obliterated the loser with a massive Cero. A slow smile spread across His face. Definitely a fellow Vasto Lorde. The aforementioned beastie threw back his head, raised his arms into the air and bellowed ”WHO DARES TO CHALLENGE ME NEXT?!”
His supporters howled in excitement, though no one was immediately forthcoming. Finally, a muscle-bound rhinoceros-like Hollow charged forward. As the Vasto Lorde began to easily outmaneuver the opponent, Faust analyzed his fighting. Our tournament champion was certainly very, very strong. However, his speed was average at best and his technique was lacking. He was no doubt a new Vasto Lorde who understood little about his new powers, especially the extent and limits thereof. This was going to be a cavalcade of fun.
Faust leaped into the air, landing inside the ring of bodies. Directly between the two combatants. Without a second thought, He dispatched of the challenger.
Turning to the Champion, He said “My turn.”
The enormous Hollow roared with mirth. “SUCH A LITTLE ONE! YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY BE SERIOUS!”
Faust remained silent, causing the large Hollow’s smile to crack and its wearer to shift uncomfortably.
“FINE, STAY SILENT! YOU NEEDN’T TALK TO DIE! COME AND END YOUR LIFE!”
Faust decided to give this hatchling a show that he – as well as the crowd – would not very soon forget. Mustering and condensing all of His Spiritual Pressure, Faust seemed to disappear. Of course, no one was looking behind the 'Champ', which was exactly where Faust had…er, disappeared to. He had condensed all of His Spiritual Pressure and Reiryoku and focused it into His feet. This had allowed Him to produce speed so precise, He had seemed to just disappear in less time than it took to blink an eye. The move took a lot of concentration and time, which was why it was highly unconvenient in a ‘real’ battle. However, when you are facing a less skilled opponent who even gives you plenty of time by boasting, it has value. From directly behind the massive Hollow, Faust quickly charged a Cero. He lined it up with the base of His opponent’s spine and blew a nice hole. Just as Faust had suspected, it did not bring down the massive Hollow. Good.
His opponent quickly spun to face Him, but not quickly enough. For as he spun, Faust sped off again…once again appearing behind His would-be opponent. This time, He charged a Cero and blew off His would-be attacker’s head. Bye-bye, Champ.
Even as the steaming body fell, Faust was turning around to face the crowd. He called out in a loud voice “Who knows where this degenerate lived?” Faust assumed that a low-life who thought he was better than everyone else probably thought enough of himself to have a dwelling. Many of the Hollows pointed to a small cluster of rocks which jutted up from the ground in a triangular formation. One brave creature spoke up. In the middle of that, there are stone steps that lead to a large underground cave. It was his.”
Faust nodded. “Alright, listen up: it’s mine now. Anyone I catch within fifty feet of that area without my express permission will end up worse than this flea-ridden, slack-jawed idiot. Have I made myself clear?” After a moment of staring down the cowed crowd, Faust continued. “One other thing: Many of you are here because you were shunned or cast out. I am here because I have chosen to be. Get one thing straight; just one little thing: You…are locked in here with Me. If you wish to minimize the damage to yourselves, stay out of my way.” With that, He turned and strode out to the cluster of rocks. Inside the tight knot of earth, He did find stone steps, in a sheltered alcove, which led to a very large cavern. The walls were covered in crystals. They grew out of the stone everywhere. It only took a moment of inspection to discern that they were all diamonds. Faust doubted that anyone besides the former owner had known about them. Besides that, it was mostly bare. There were a few things to furnish the cavern: two Human-sized cages, a large fur rug which Faust could not readily identify as any Beast He had ever seen, a stone table with a few wooden chairs, and a throne which was made from bones – predominantly skulls. There were also a few side tunnels that led into the darkness. Overall, it would work. Faust finally had a home here in this hostile environment – though He doubted, after His performance, that it would be too terribly hostile towards Him for a while.
The Cero-made tattoo on Faust's back tingled.
Instinctively, Faust Turned around…
…To see a Cero headed towards His face.
Faust’s whip-like tail slapped the Cero away, and then the enemy was upon Him.
Just by his opponent strength and speed, Faust knew that this was an adept Vasto Lorde. No doubt the companion of the one Faust had just beaten. They whirled and thrashed about in the cavern, exchanging blows at a rapid pace. Faust received a multitude of cuts and bruises to his torso. The foe was gaining. Faust was being driven back.
Suddenly, Faust experienced a burst of strength. It was not as though He just received a boost in the amount of power He had; it was as though His capacity to hold strength was increased. Like He had reached a new plateau of power.
He quickly formed a Reiryoku blade on His hand and drove it forward, impaling the enemy’s head. A kick pushed the body away, and a final Cero disintegrated it.
Wearily, Faust sank into the throne. What an eventful day…
Looking around the cavern, Faust began to plan His renovations…