Crazy Arrancar!!!

[wanzer]

Name: Sojukin Asamoto
Age: 344
Gender: Male
Personality:

Sojukin is one of the most volatile people alive, hardheaded, selfish, arrogant, vain, easily angered and boastful are just a few of his many traits. His development in the sands of Hueco Mundo as one of its greatest criminals boosted his ego, creating an arrogant young man who felt he could do no wrong as his plans all succeeded until his last one. He is vain to the point of narcissism, holding himself as one of the greatest creations to have ever existed, primarily due to the fact that every female he had met has commented on how he looks always in a positive light. He complains in minor fights about nicks and scratches on his ‘perfect’ face or body. However, he knows when there is a time to ignore that and to fight with his all. In these situations he will go as far as disfiguring himself to achieve victory.

He sees the weak to be a burden on the strong and only there so the strong may devour them and grow stronger. He will constantly preach this to those weaker than he is or that he believes are weaker than him. Sojukin may know his own limits, but that will not stop him from boasting in the presence of someone stronger than he is and striking with every belief he will win. This habit formed from the streets where it was a dog eat dog world, if you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself you died and if someone was stronger than you were, well either you worked for them or they shook you down for money every chance they got. Sojukin, appears to also developed a very bad case of selective hearing as he will do whatever he wants no matter what ordered. He seems to believe that his way is always best no matter the other options. He most likely developed this trait again, because of his heists and plans during his criminal years in Hueco Mundo never failed, his unstained track record being a huge point of pride for him. He however, will listen to power or reason should it present itself to him, namely if someone much more powerful than him gives him an order he will obey it to the letter in fear of dying. Sojukin does not believe in honor in battle either, he holds himself above this and will attack those who are weakened or those who are fully able to fight. It doesn’t matter to him. Everything is just a meal to be devoured by his blade, this trait was brought about after he unofficially murdered twenty-seven members of his own gang after one of the members ratted him out to a large group of hollows. No one knew who did it, so he simply killed all of them, later he developed this thought process through his events as a hollow noticing how every new hollow he devoured the stronger he became feeding this thought process and giving him a reason to believe it was true.

Sojukin is also extremely paranoid and afraid of dying, he sees death as just another thing to control him and his greatest fear is of being controlled. Since he was a fledging he has always wanted to be free of the oppressive nature of authority of those stronger than him and has found that place among the Arrancar, as most are free to do as they please. His paranoia developed as he had been betrayed several times by hollows. Namely the people he thought he could trust most, resulting in his fixture of even mistrusting his so called ‘sons’, which are the small creatures which were produced out of his body when he was a hollow. He holds the shimigami in contempt as they are little more than puppets to fate and move around with little or no concern for their own freedoms, preferring to obey orders than truly spread their wings and fly. The higher level vizards he also shows high amounts of respect for, they are strong and free, having brushed off the soul societies rules to do as they please. The vizards he considers his true people, but alas he became an arrancar instead, still as much respect as he has for them, he has no problem striking one down if it calls for it. Everything else, in his own words are food, especially the Bounts as he despises what they stand for. The vampiric race has long stood against all his virtues, even the rogues who ignore the soul societies rules and regulations for their feeding, he see them only as food as they disgrace what he longs for entrapping themselves in some high society order, snuffing their noses up at others and bending into a sect of decrypted puppets with little or no chance of not becoming extinct unless they find some way to breed. Humans and Quincys are little better than the bounts, but some catch his interest as they share his ideals, but still they are merely food.

Sojukin’s favorite activity involves soaking in a hot bath for hours, while daydreaming about his earlier years and triumphs. He particularly enjoys this because it gives him time to think about his life before hand and how he could have done things better to advance his position now. These thoughts can last for hours and he was once dragged in front of the other espada naked, after falling asleep in his bath, then sat through the entire meeting like that, not caring as they had interrupted his thoughts. He enjoys reading as well, but he has little time for it and sees knowledge to be of less use than power as book knowledge cannot help one survive in the world they live in, though he does enjoy strategy, particularly playing chess as it sharpens ones battle reflexes. Sojukin harbors no love for music aside from the occasional ballad to get his blood flowing, he lived without it in the desert and sees it useless, though he does seem to enjoy it on the off occasion.

Sojukin’s favorite food is Takoyaki a spherical, fried dumpling of batter with a piece of octopus inside, and Umeboshi, a small pickled ume fruit usually very very sour. These were treats that he fed himself when he became an arrancar and they remind of power gain. He will seek this out quite often and will sit alone and enjoy them, reflecting on what memories of the past. Sojukin, hates anything that is overly sweet. He developed these dislikes after reading that they caused skin problems and refused to eat them after words due to his vain nature. Ironically, he also hates people that are arrogant or don’t listen. Finding them to be overbearing and annoying, while he tries to explain his point of view and they have no heed for it.

Appearance:

Sojukin is very vain and has a right to be, he is a blonde man standing at 5’11 with emerald green eyes. His hair is shaped so that each side is perfectly symmetrical to the other, with no strands out of place. It is kept short in the back with a wind blown look to it and the front short except for two long bangs that run down the entirety of his face and past by about an inch. The last inch of his hair is black, almost as if burned to that shade, adding a heavy contrast to his features. His face is free of any blemishes though he does have a scar which runs horizontally under his right eye for about four centimeters. It is a flat scar that is only about two centimeters wide, with jagged edges that were made from what appears to be a gunshot. Sojukin’s eyes gleam with a wrath and greed, that reflects his nature and seem to encourage others to fear him. For inside his eyes, there rests a fury that is only growing everyday. Sojukin’s body as well is something he takes great pride in, it is shaped well creating a perfect V with his figure of 38/28/34. He is a lean man, but trim with muscles that are easily seen in normal clothing, which also hides his hollow hole. He usually keeps his hollow hole hidden, but when shown it lies just below his solar plexus, nestled amongst the colony of his abs. His skin is rather pale however, but he seems to find that another point of his vanity, much like the royals of a time long past.

He is normally dressed in a black shirt, which is tucked into his white hakama, which have been specially tailored to be a little more snug in his waist to allow easier movement. Holding his hakama in place is a white sash and over it all is the traditional white Arrancar jacket. Sojukin, however does not zip up his jacket as other arrancar do. Instead just above waist level, there are two belts that criss-cross over his waist. These belts then wrap back around and connect to the back of his jacket to make sure it does not flow too erratically in the wind. On each of these belts is a single mask belonging to another hollow. One the right is a mask that is almost humanoid except for the large fangs extending down from the teeth of the mask, marking it as some sort of ape. The other is bull like in structure, but it is hard to discern do to the large amount of battle marks on it.

Sojukin's mask fragment is on the back of his neck, almost creating a necklace around his neck. At the top of his spine is a circular notch with a hole in its center full of jagged looking teeth; out of the right and left sides are two boney protrusions that wrap around his neck leaving an opening before causing choking. At the bottom of the circle a long structure extends half way down his spine, mimicking the structure.

Arrancar Powers:

Fuego de Diablillo: Sojukin creates a green ball of fire which floats near or around him. Each ball takes only about two seconds to materialize and can be filled with more of his spirit energy to become larger, but top at about two feet wide and two feet high. He can create each at will and they seem to follow the intended target unless Sojukin throws it at which point it will fly much much faster around five times faster than a cero, but only in a straight line. Otherwise they can easily be outrun or fooled into bumping into something else as they only travel by themselves at the speed of a normal cero. During this their turning ability is moderate and if charging at someone will have to make a large u-turn to resume the chase. The technique is the same as it was before he became an arrancar, each ball explodes on impact turning anything without a concentration of spirit energy into ash instantly. Each explosion will only hit with the force of half a bala and the flames that ensue are where the real damage occurs, each burning at almost 2000 degrees. On a person of equal power, each ball would cause a first degree burn, causing a welt and some darkening. In terms of cost each blast costs slightly more than a bala. He can create at least six at once and can create another as soon as one explodes.

Natural Arrancar Powers:

Hierro: Sojukin's hierro has developed far beyond most normal arrancar due to his lack of powers as an Adjechas. The growth has resulted in the creation of the reitsu based armor being able to withstand a cero from an equally powerful opponent at point blank with only minimal damage to Sojukin. It however does not restore and after this is near useless, so is much better suited to protect from small blows. His hierro can normally stop a blow from an opponent of equivelent strength for the first three blows, though those more advanced in swordsmanship and focusing energy can tear through it with relative ease.

Cero: Requires 2% of overall reitsu
Blasts radius is taller than it is wide. 3meters high 2 meters wide.

Bala :: The technique hardens the user's spiritual pressure and fires it like a bullet from their fist. Though weaker than a cero blast, it moves about twenty times faster

Should be noted that as of now Sojukin can not sense spiritual pressure.

Zanpakuto's name:

Brujo: (Lit Spanish for Warlock)

Un-released Zanpakuto's Appearance:

Sojukin’s zanpakuto appears to be about the size of an average katana with a hexagon shaped hand guard. This however, is where its appearance with normal katanas ends. His katana when pulled from it’s sheathe is red in color with a black line running jaggedly through the entire blade up to the point. At the start of the blade on the hand guard, is a traditional oni face with its mouth shaped so the blade appears to be its tongue. The oni face is ornate with two red gems for eyes and horns made of ebony. Underneath the hand guard is the hilt of the blade, underneath the cap at the bottom, the hilt is held together with a thick white string which two gold balls on each side fastening it into place, while the cap is also made of gold and keeps the string from untangling itself.

Resurrección Release phrase::

Arrise Brujo

Resurrección Appearance::

Sojukin’s appearance changes into something truly befitting a warlock, after uttering the command Arise After black smog consumes him and then bursts into a massive green fire, Sojukin emerges, clad in a new robe of black and red. The under robe is of a pure black color, filling the on looker with dread as he gaze at it, etched into the robe are rune shaped patterns, each symbolizing a different demon in every mythology. At the very bottom of the robe, red cloth, which looks like jagged bloody blades hangs out underneath almost touching his boots which have replaced his other shoes. The shoes themselves have been designed to stomp in skulls, modeled after what seems to be modern combat boots with metal toes. Each boot is made of an unknown type of leather, but is oddly cold to the touch, holding the material together is an unearthly sort of metal which freezes the skin when touched. The metal has a frozen luster to it and is very smooth allowing a reflection to be seen if one looks into them.

The second piece of Sojukin’s new attire is the mantle, which placed firmly over the robe completing the set and granting him a frightful appearance, sure to intimidate any opponent. The mantle itself runs like a series of belts through out this body, criss-crossing near his solar plexus, below his groin and just below his neck. The belts are jagged and also criss-cross around his sides and back, securing his robe so that it will not move as he does creating an easy moving environment. One larger belt runs around his waist, but opens when it comes to his front, held in place by the other belts which come back to his shoulders and create what appear to be spikes on them are being buckled down with metal that appears the same as that on his boots. The shoulder pads that are formed extend back almost half a foot behind him where a series of spindle like legs, curl themselves inside of them, waiting for to come down, each with a tip glinting like the blade of a dagger in the moonlight.

The two final pieces of his set are his arm guards and the crest on his chest. The arm guards fit snuggly where the robe’s sleeves should be, ending in black glove that comes out of a spikey frilled opening. The entire arm guard is red and appears to made of overlapping plates of leather which at the forearm have a ball made of two more belt loops locked in place by a small skull. At the wrist of the arm guard, is a small skull holding the wrist to the arm guard, the skull has an arrow where its jaw should be jointing downward towards his hand. Over his chest, is a multitude of skulls which form a large triangle of skulls ending in a point below his solar plexus as if pointing to his hollow hole which has been covered.

Apart from the clothing his blade also changes drastically and its sheathe now placed moving from his right hip and moving down toward his left foot has as well. The blade itself as changed color from red to purple and the hilt and hand guard are now comprised exclusively of metallic skulls which then lace their way through the blade as well, creating a series of runes. The blade now has four notches in it which create a jagged effect near the tip and the base, looking as if some gripped the blade and squeezed till it disfigured. The sheathe, itself has changed colors to red and gold and appears to be woven out of a special fabric rather than usual means. This creates a coiling effect which goes all the way down the sheathe and moving your finger down it makes it feel as if moving it over a set of hills.

Resurrección Abilities::

Harbringer: Creates a rune over Sojukin's heart which induces major pain and spasms through out his body after the attack is finished. Effects last of the attack last two posts before the spasms occur. During the period that Harbringer is active Sojukin is encased in a black aura which then transfers into his sword. His cutting ability is increased massively able to tear through most hierros with a single swing and just barely nicking an opponent causes pain equivalent to losing a body part.
Effects are generally based against opponets of equal rank. Lower ranks won't experience any greater pain, though defenses will be easier to slice through. high rankings will be able to better with stand blows and pain threshold is reduced

Choatic Blast:
Pressing his palms together Sojukin makes two runes there. From his palms a wave of black bolts appear and fire toward the opponent, eight in all. Each of these blasts has the effective force of half a cero. Using this ability causes Sojukin to twitch in pain, though it generally passes quickly, the greater the pain he feels the greater the damage created by the blasts.

Generally speaking each power the worse the effects to Sojukin the worse the effects to the victum of said ability.

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

Malicous Heart walked slowly along the path to the palace, then began to notice that humans could not see or hear him. He was elated at this and grinned as best as he could in his new disgusting form. His legs dangled and seemed almost too thin to support his body, yet they had so much power, while the rest of him was covered in tiny faces with larger facial features, sometimes the eyes, sometimes the nose, or the mouth, every face was hideous he thought and continued to move. He broke into a sprint as he reached the halfway point, then ran straight up the side of the fortress walls, walking across the wall as he spied the Palace itself. He grinned and knew the king would be at the top and he would easily be able to kill him there. He smiled and flicked his new rat like tail back and forth in joy, striking one of the faces on his body. Its eyes opened and soon Malicious Heart was a father.


“Hello father.” The little face said as it slowly pulled itself out of Malicious Heart's body emerging with its own. It was almost a foot tall with a round little baby face and grotesquely large nose that was connected to a rather small body with thin arms and legs that should have had no hope of supporting him. There was a pop however as the creature sucked in and his arms and legs gained a little muscle. Malicious Heart wasn’t amused by the things antics as it danced and yelled “Me is borned Me is borned!” Wrath jaw pinned it under his right paw and moved his claws out of them moving them close to the little things neck.

“Who and what are you? If you are with me what use are you too me?”

The little thing scratched hits abnormally large head and shrugged, Malicious Heart had to admit it was kinda cute. It looked sad, before saying.

“I not got a name poppa, you have to name me.”

“Alright your name is Imp…ummm son…now what can you do?”

Imp looked up at his rather, then looked over at the palace walls. It jumped and tucked itself into a ball and soon was a ball of green fire. Malicious Heart could feel its heat four feet away from it and could still feel it on him as imp launched himself into the tower where the emperor resided. As he crashed into the tower, his entire body exploded in a flash of green fire spreading rapidly through the tower, causing it to turn to ash rapidly. He smiled and looked at his son, who was no back as part of his body.

“So Imp are all the faces like you?”

“No, father, most are but there are two that are different, you’ll have to figure out which for yourself.”

The tiny creature closed its eyes and began to rest, then slowly sunk back at no more than skin level. Malicious Heart smiled, that’s right you rest, you did a good job. Now however, I have a score to settle and your eyes are not yet meant to see your father kill a man. He grinned and ran across the buildings jumping high into the top room where he saw the Emperor readying to flee, his royal guard moving ahead of him. He smiled, then slammed into the emperor, pinning him to the ground as he opened his jaws. I may not reclaim my land he thought, but I can have the second best thing, my revenge. Malicious Heart bent down and wrapped his mouth completely around the emperor’s head and devoured it, swallowing it whole, before leaping out of the palace and vanishing into the forest behind it.

The days dragged on his new body and each passing day, his need to kill grew. He was soon devouring entire villages for the heck of it and the entire Feudal world feared his next attack, until one day as human saw him and screamed and ran from him. He didn’t know how the human did what she did, but she knew he was there and she got away from him. He thought about it, but his thoughts were interrupted by a woman in a black uniform shouting at him.

“Hollow prepare to die!”

“What the hell is a hollow!?”

“You are you idiot!”

“Who are you calling an idiot? I’ve been dead for not even a year and I’m already some demon thing now you want to tell me I’m called a hollow?”

“Maybe if you could see your chest, you’d down that we call you hollows because of the holes in your body!”

Malicious Heart embarrassed for a moment, looked down and noticed for the first time he actually did have a hole doing all the way through. He wondered how in the world he had missed that.

“Ok, that makes sense now, so what are you!?”

“I’m a Shimigami, you idiot, I’m the person that is supposed to purify you and make sure you turn back to a human. That or if you were truly wicked make sure you burn in hell!”

“Oh…well are there more of me?”

“DUH you idiot you know nothing, hollows have to eat each other to get stronger!”

“Oh…ok thanks, oh and next time..if you live don’t talk to the enemy.”

Malicious Heart turned and began walking away as one the imps he had created flew out of his body and twisted around the rocky slope slamming into the shimigami’s back setting her on fire are the explosion which knocked her out. He smirked as Imp cheered about how smart his father was, then he heard clapping, which could be coming from Imp, because his hands were inside. He looked up and two hollows were above him, one gorilla like in shape with massive arms and a hideously disfiguring mask, the other like a minotaur, with crooked horns and hooves for hands and feet. Behind them was a hole which appeared to lead to a desert. Malicious Heart didn’t care about the other two hollows, he simply jumped between them into the desert and the portal closed, he was now in Hueco Mundo. A world with no sunlight, he shook his head as he began to wander around the desert, everything was so bleak, just gray sand and gray rocks. He began to wonder if there was anything here, when the sand began to shake under him and a large hollow worm thing burst out of the ground with a bunch of feelers all over its body. Wrath Jaw jumped and had three Imps strike its body, before he ate a piece of its body and swallowed. The thing screeched in hideous pain, then receded into the sand. That was Malicious Heart first encounter with a hostile hollow, it was by far the easiest fight of them all. The rest were all true tests of his ability, but he always rose to the occasion. He gained strength and soon he met his other children Succubus and Baal. Succubus was a female version of Imp, that produced a massive amount of smoke from its mouth, which blinded anyone in it and slowed down their reaction time as long as they stayed in it and the longer they stay in it, the longer the effect lingers. Baal was a muscular little guy almost as big as Malicious Heart was. He was bulky and appeared to made out of some sort of boney material which was spiky and evil looking. Baal’s face was twisted and bent, looking more like a beetle's than a human's. He also relished in his ability, which engulfed his entire body in a ball of fire, then spread out almost for a block in all directions, spreading the super-heated flames everywhere.

Each hollow that Malicious Heart devoured every enemy he defeated, he began to grow stronger and he began to feel something inside of him shifting. He felt as if the collective natures of every hollow he had devoured where getting stronger and were pulling him in. He fought it and began to slaughter more hollows, but soon it became too much. His body broke down again and soon he felt his mind being dragged into something new. He howled in rage, but it was futile, his body shifted and grew large and black soon he was as tall as a skyscraper. His mask changed into a plain one with a long nose. He stood still for a moment, then moved on as a mindless beast, he was now a Menos Grande. He began fighting for control of the body as soon as he became a Menos. He would not allow for himself to be controlled and ripped tore through the other hollows, making their strength his own again. A century passed and soon he was in complete control and emerged as an adjuchas. He grumbled as he awoke in his new body, it was much more humanoid, he had legs now and arms, but his hands and feet were still more like paws and it was easier to get around on all fours. He frowned at this and found his mask about the same as it was when he was a normal hollow. He wondered the desert again for almost two hundred years, before he finally came face to face with an arrancar.

Malicious Heart paced himself through another painful walk through this god forsaken desert. He sighed, when he saw it, a large castle construct. He paced toward it clearly, wondering what it was and when he was about a mile away; he saw what appeared to be a humanoid in a white outfit entering the castle. He rushed forward to attack, but the humanoid’s spiritual pressure surged and he knew it was no normal human. He stopped and looked at the man oddly. He was tall about 6’2 with a white strip of cloth around his eyes. His hair was black and hung down to his shoulder, with a thin line for a mouth and hook nose. He turned toward Malicious Heart, with a sharp turn of the heel and began to draw his sword from its sheathe, Malicious Heart, then saw the hole in his chest, he was shocked and looked up at the man in awe.

“What…”

Malicious Heart wasn’t allowed to finish, before the man spoke, his voice gruff and threatening, full of power and life.

“Hollow, why have you come to Las Noches, you do not belong here, return to the desert or you will face my blade.”

“Wait, Wait, I’ll go but what are you!?”

“I am an arranchar hollow, you should know this by now, we are hollows who have removed our masks to gain shimigami powers. We watch over this place called Las Noches and we protect the royal family, not that they need it.”

“So…you got more powerful by taking off your mask.”

“Correct, but not all are guaranteed to look like humans, some turn into bigger monsters, but still strength grows quite a bit.”

“Thanks…”

Malicious Heart left thinking upon his words and for the first time in a thousand years, he began to think of his past life. Soon after Wrath Jaw found himself in the Forest of Hollows, fighting with the most powerful adjuchas, but he soon bit off more than he could chew and angered a Vasto Lorde. He had been fighting like any other day and one of the imps had flown into a cave nearby where they were fighting. A roar echoed out of the cave, then a massive spiritual pressure pushed him down. All he remembered from the event was running away as fast as he could and it chasing him and shooting ceros at him leveling sections of the forest. He panted as the barrage finally stopped and sat down thinking about the arrancar’s words again. He looked down at his hands and pictured himself as he was. He wanted that back and he wanted it now. He reached up and grabbed his mask.

Las Noches

A new arrancar was born and soon the others rushed to the entrance of Las Noches to watch him enter. There mixed reactions of joy and anger as he approached. He felt thousands of eyes discern him as he moved through the entrance and into the main foyer of the massive establishment. He looked around, then looked in a mirror, his old face had returned to him and he smiled. All that was once his was his again and he was overcome with joy as he saw this. His only thoughts now turned to the feature and making himself as strong as possible and annihilating anyone in his way. He was lead to a spare chamber and looked into another chamber remembering how he died and everything from before, he drew his zanpakuto and stabbed it through the mirror.

“Malicious Heart doesn't suit this body....I am Sojukin...Asamoto now....I'm make the world remember my name."

Sojukin spent the next century honing his new powers as an arrancar, bidding his time as he built up his strength to become an espada.

RP Sample:

Sojukin laid quietly in his secluded room, lost in thought as he soaked in his tub with a rag covering his nether region as every now and then someone would barg in and tell him he had to go do something or another around Hueco Mundo. This greatly annoyed him on such occassions and had destoried his entire room twice in a fury after these interruptions, but today was no such day. His eyes opened with a start as his trance ended aburptly and sweeping out of the tub dried himself off rapidly by releasing some of his reitsu that evaporated the water on his body. Stepping to look into the mirror he admired himself, allowing himself to indulge in the image for a while, before fixing his appearance and moving on to retrieve his clothing. Leaving the bathroom, he stepped calmly into his own bedroom as his eyes wondered over it for a moment.

The entire room was empty and made of the same white material as the rest of Hueco Mundo. It was small and almost completely barren aside from the double bed stashed into a corner so not to disrupt the flow of the room. Sojukin issued a low growl from his throat as he sensed someone under his bed and thought to himself that this had better not be some damn fraccion that got lost looking for their own room. Shaking his head, he waited for whatever it was to come out from under his bed thinking that soon his room would be much larger and he would be able to do more with it. He was tired of being so cramped in this tiny place and was ready for something bigger and better. Just as his thoughts ended a tiny little head popped out from his bed and it was mouse like Arrancar.

"Squeek....Yo mac, your needed outside..we need more workers...Squeek."

The mouse Arrancar's face was still almost entirely wrapped in it's arrancar mask though its nose stuck through it constantly twitching and was almost the same color as blood. The thing finally came out all the way from under the bed and Sojukin noted it wasn't much larger than two feet long and only a couple inches off the ground. He looked at it disgustedly, it was hideous! An abomination to the world, its entire body was covered in a mingy white fur and in some areas its skin was showing. Its tail was bony and was cut in half from a normal rats. Sojukin gulped and looked at the thing with disgust as it talked to him like it was stronger than him again.

"Squeek...MAC...GO OUTSIDE!"

Sojukin's eyebrow twitched as he looked down at the thing offended and disgusted, before it could speak again, Sojukin stepped on the Arrancar and crushed his spine leaving it paralzyed, before throwing him out the window outside of his room. After washing his hands again, he walked outside and noticed that the Horror Vacui were standing on higher grounds most of them not working, though Fury was doing the work of a damn army. He respected the Horrors, though only because of the shear amount of power each of them held, aside from that he didn't respect anything about anybody nor did he hold anyone with an iota of trust. His paranoia from the betrayal near his death had made sure of that, though he began to think this was a good opportunity considering the Tres Espada position was avalible at the moment. Grinning to himself that blonde arrancar sat down to watch some of the workers, before jumping up near the Horrors and bowing to Death.

"Lord Death...I am Sojukin Asamoto...I wish to be made the Third Espada. I'm sure you can sense that my power is large enough to make the position sir and that I am more than ready to kill anyone that stands in my way. Death, I know I am the best canidate for this position and if you think there is one more worthy allow me to tear him or her to shreds so that I may show you my power."

In truth, Sojukin was only feigning his undying allegance to Death, but he still saw him as the most powerful being around him and that deserved respect...at least till Sojukin devised away to kill him and rob him of his power taking it for his own. Though that was years of planning and there was much power to gain first, Primera would come after Sojukin took care of Taza, but that would come after he became the Tres. Taza had been under his skin for a long time, he was far too nonchalant to be the dos...the bastard was too busy drinking to even bother to fight in any battles. Hell, he had retreated in one just because the freaking shinigami gave him a fifty for some booze. This was inexcusable in his mind as an espada was always to be ready to fight and ready to eliminate the threats to Hueco Mundo.

Sojukin's mind grinned as he thought this while he kept a straight face for Death. Considering he, himself could possibly become a threat to Hueco Mundo's kings and queens in due time the Espada should have killed him, but no matter they did not know the inner machinations of his mind and only by some form of Dues Ex Machina would they ever. He rose his eyes to look up at Death as he awaited his answer, though respectfully kept his head bowed slightly as to show that he was submitting himself to Death's will, no matter what that may be. He thought for a moment as he kept bowing to the Horror Vacui and his mind seethed with rage from the thought of being controlled.

"Enjoy this while it lasts Death...I won't always be so willing to bow to you."

That was Sojukin's final thought as he waited for Death's answer. The only other thing that even came into view or into his mental process was the thudding of Fury's massive frame moving about with huge stones to repair the damage to Hueco Mundo and hundreds of scampering Arrancar trying to do the same amount of work that Fury was putting in. If Sojukin wasn't so busy groveling to Death, he might have been awestruck.

A cold sweat ran down Sojukin's spine as the benign presence of Death suddenly released his full murderous intent and left a cacophony of thoughts ringing out through his head. He had just been show through as if his poker face had been the tell of a century. Sojukin gulped as he looked up toward Death and felt Fury's presence behind him as well, hiding his trembling Sojukin remained silently, but stood completely up while the Horrors disputed amoungst themselves for a while. He dismissed their actions as childish playing for the moment, but the seriousness of the matter struck him like a blow and their sublime power rocked him like a freight train.

What the hell had he been thinking? They were nigh unstoppable, his only hope of ever taking even the weakest one down would be to have the help of the other arrancar. Taking his upright position, he couldn't help, but feel his body slightly heavy in their presence, but refocusing his reitsu amoungst himself, he easily rebalanced his body. The assuage of that weight made him feel like and airy and able to soar with ease, but he could still sense it there, waiting...watching...ready to pounce like the most savage of animals. He gulped, Death was not one to be messed with.

Sojukin's eyes meandered with his thoughts and soon found himself locking eyes while Death was speaking to one of the Horrors in the background. You will regret this desicion for the rest of your life Raku, he thought silently to himself as the perspicacity of his mind increased and he had to force himself to remain calm and not to show his rage in front of the Horrors. I'm going to kill him...I will no matter how long it takes, that bastard is trying to take my place, well I'll show him, noone ever tries to usurp Sojukin Asamoto. These were Sojukin's thoughts before, he heard Death speak.

“This is my proof. I can see all strength with these eyes of mine, I do not need it proven by physical skill.”

"What do you....!?"

Sojukin's eyes widened as he felt the blast come out of Death's fingers moments later from his motion. He barely managed to put his arms up to keep the attack from ripping through his chest, but it destoried the clothing around his arms and pushed him back about two meters, gulping he looked back to Raku and stared him down evily as he listened to the rest of Death's speech. The entire time he was staring down the other soon to be Espada, his thoughts kept focusing on Death, how much power did he have? Why did he hold himself back? What was his goal and why hadn't he achieved it yet? Why did he need the Arrancar? These kept swarming through him, yet no answer came and soon the time for thought was over as he heard Death chop his hands.

"You may begin.”

Sojukin's thoughts cleared away and the red battle mist rolled into his eyes and thoughts, he had been one thought and one thought only now, 'KILL'. He wasted no time and drew his sword using sonido up against Raku while he was still surprised with Death's sudden announcement. Moving to step upon Raku's arm, his blade swung down coming across from right to left creating what looking like a bloody red trail in air as he went to slash for the throat. Pure rage had engulfed Sojukin now and he let it all flow through his body igniting the air with his reitsu which caused the tempature in the area to increase by twenty degrees from the sheer amount of it.

"YO TENGO TRES ESPADA, NO TU!!!"

After screaming that as his blade flew down Sojukin created three Fuegos de Daibillio around himself to use as shields later. His eyes were wide and his body was almost trembling with his anger which flowed out of him uncontrobably, he saw nothing off bounds and he needed only to defeat this opponent to secure himself in with the strongest of the strong, until that happened, no mercy for mercy is for the weak and even then the weak are just there to be devoured. Gritting his teeth, he forced his arm to swing faster and waited for the sound of his blade striking flesh or steel.

Sojukin’s eyes widened at his blade getting stuck for a moment, then called back mentally to previous encounters and guessed what was coming next. The behavioral school of psychology served him well this time; he had jumped forward using a burst of sonido before allowing himself to fall while his blade remained in Raku’s arm. He rapidly descended through another use of sonido and came up underneath the elder hollow launching one of his Fuego's up between his legs, before sonidoing again up past Raku's chest to grab his blade and go straight up past him.

"You're far too slow and predictable..."

“You shouldn’t talk old man, you just pulled something I’ve seen before.”

Sojukin’s gaze wandered over to Death and the other for a moment as he fired a cero towards Raku without paying much heed. He was too busy chuckling over Taza’s situation and how he was being manhandled by the horrors. He couldn’t help it, he hated Taza with a burning passion just as he hated Raku. His respect for Death had grown after his statements and actions and he felt the threads of bonding being sown between though two though he knew Death would not reciprocate that said bond and he figured he was another pawn to him. That was the thing about insane people, they knew when they were being used as many of them are actually highly intelligent. Sojukin…not so much so, but he still knew the difference between, being used and being wanted. Shaking his head with a short fervent burst of zealousness, he swore to himself that he’d follow Death till he either surpassed him or died himself. He looked back at Raku as he grinned a little and thought it was about time to fight like the lunatic he was.

Sojukin’s mouth opened wide with his sadistic grin, his eyes widened as well. His tongue ran over his lips for a moment. He was ready for this fight to really get started and as time drew still with each moment the two locked eyes. Sojukin slowly felt that familar creeping feeling on the nape of his neck, that feeling of the skin crawling up in anticapation. It was: the thrill of battle, the desire to feed, the lust to watch his opponent's blood flow free, it was all of these things and more. It was pure ectasy and he wanted more and more of that feeling and he'd do anything for more of it. He readdressed Raku with a blissful sigh, before speaking to him out of pure insanity and sadistic notions.

“Come on old man, don’t be shy we’re just going on a carnival ride. We’ll dance and play all night and then when the time comes, you’ll enjoy the cotton candy and ferris wheels. But lo and below the sun is raising, so I’m sorry to say that your fun times that are now a dyin. So come with me, come with and together we’ll set you free, so your soul may fly so very high and I can gorge myself on your remains.”

Sojukin said this carefully, in a completely happy and almost child like voice and clapped his feet together as he watched Raku. He wanted so badly to tear his heart from his chest and stick it down his gullet and force him to stay alive with his own reitsu while he ate him piece by piece. The image stuck in his head like a grotesque circus of cannibalism that screamed to be let out, but he knew not to try it here, not yet. He smiled a bit and clapped his feet together again looking at Death and the other Horror’s. He let his feet rest back on 'ground' as he watched them carefully, each one had so much power, but there had to be someway of bipassing that...something...anything...there had to be a way to be more powerful...they couldn't be the pinnacle...that was his destiny. The thought was only the coherant body of a stream of consisousness that lasted little less than a second.


With that thought being done he smiled seeing Fury and Taza working together and shouted toward Taza, while flipping him the bird. The familar hatred raising up as he mocked the Dos Espada.

“HEY TAZA!!! HAVE FUN WITH HEAVY MANUAL LABOR!!!”

Feeling in a lighter mood, he smiled over at Raku and fired some balas at his side. He felt ready for anything, but he remembered to keep his sword ready in a guard position and gripped it harder. He prided himself on his swordsmanship and his hand to hand abilities. He wouldn't allow himself to be bested so long as that was what the fighting amounted to. Physical combat...bliss, it was what he thrived for, that spartansic style of combat so long forgotten. What joy to throw off all the inhibitions of ranged fighting in favor of close quarters, to be able to reach out and grasp your opponent at any time. The constant clash of steel and every revibration of the blades. Things should be so much simpler he thought, then shrugged. He had other problems and his own worries about the past were moments for when he was in his tub.

"By the way Raku, why are you such a suck up? You walk around like your their friend...Our place is at their feet till they become fat and weak, then we can raise up. If that moment never comes, then we must wait and grow stronger till the day we can overthrow them, but until then. They are the Kings and we are the Soldiers...no more no less, but that doesn't mean we have to like them. I respect them, but I can not say they are friends of mine. They could be in time, but for now they are not...as they should not be yours."

Sojukin had been wondering this since, Raku had talked to Death, had he and Death had some past? Could Raku know something that he didn't or was he just a suck up? Thoughts ran wild through his mind as he continued to focus on Raku and made sure to keep himself ready, prepared to dodge or block strikes or ceros. He continued trying to reach out to sense Reitsu, but he only got some hazy bodies and generalizations of power, though Death burned like a fire for a moment, then faded. He knew that had to mean something, but his own senses couldn't feel it out all the way, he could only get a general radius with it; moreover, he decided for now his sonars where a better option.

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[temple]

Hi I'm Temple, and I'll be reviewing this application.


First problem is the age. That puts him around the age of the likes of Shunsui. Not good for an OC. Especially since most people put a high age for more power.

First problem with personality. This guy is an Arrancar, so any personality he had before becoming a Hollow is null and void. And since the Arrancar's personality is based on his Human personality. Well, that makes this entire section null and void.

Moving on.


Again you have physical features from his human life....in his Arrancar form. That makes no sense. Not to mention that you don't even tell me where HIS mask fragment is and what it looks like.

Now for your powers.

Your tormentors have too much potential for god mode.

You fail to mention just how good the heirro is against normal blows.

Ah a Warlock! I can see you somewhat based this off of the WoW class. Good. Well, not good for you.

Problem 1: Your first Ress power is a bit OP. 15 feet is pretty big for a fiery ball of death. And Warlocks are more about inflicting pain than brute force.

Remove Respirar, it's a potentially god mode ability.

Your hex ability, while cool, is impractical. And it allows you to fight above your tier.

Maledicion is plain denied. Anything that allows you to sap energy that easily is waaaay too easy to abuse.


And now here's where you get into MAJOR trouble with me.

Wrath jaw? Grimmjow? See the similarities? Yeah, not okay.

Not to mention you still somehow have all your memories of being human. And for some reason your name changes.

Oh and since you're a natural Arrancar, by default you are weaker.

[wanzer]

Ahh damn...oh well serves me right for copying and pasting from an old site

[temple]

Plague Essence needs to be toned down. It's entrapment.

Black Patron: No minions. It basically allows you to fly into someone and cause severe damage. Sure you're seizuring, but it won't matter as soon as the attack lands.

[wanzer]

Waiting review

[temple]

Remove tormentors and I think we're good/

[wanzer]

Done, waiting refer evaluation

[Shinigami Kyra]

Approved; Mid-Level, Strong.