Post by Zephyros on Aug 14, 2009 7:01:56 GMT -5
Name: Abra Cadabra
Age: 489
Gender: Male
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Shunpou: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Age: 489
Gender: Male
Personality:
One would see Abra as the perverted type after first getting to know him, but this is a common misconception: he’s an outright sexual deviant. A cute face and a great body is enough to stop him from whatever he’s doing. He usually preys on younger-looking women as they seem to be a lot more fun to chase after. The one thing he loves in a woman more than anything is how they look in a skirt. Miniskirts get his blood boiling and make him crazy. Surround him in skirt-wearing girls and he won’t know what to do with himself, that’s his biggest weakness.Appearance:
This sexual deviant is also a selfish, mischievous, rebellious miscreant that takes comments like that as complements. He simply doesn’t care about anything unless it has to do with something he likes to do. He’s very lazy, which is why he has a problem following orders, and he can’t stand rules and regulations. He likes to chill out and relax on his free time, which he’ll create whenever he gets bored with something, and can sometimes become very irritable and short-tempered.
Due to a sugar imbalance in his blood, Abra usually has to carry around candy and sugary snacks to keep himself regulated, although his most favorite treat is popsicles. Shove a blueberry popsicle in his mouth and he’ll be the most contempt little Abra you’ve ever seen. Abra tends to drink a lot sometimes. It’s not a serious problem, but sometimes he just has a bit too much, and he’s a cry-baby when he gets drunk. He tends to spill out all his deeper emotions, but after a good water show, he tends to be a bit calmer and a lot more innocent; like a shy little schoolgirl.
Abra is lacking one thing nobody would expect him to need and that’s love and companionship. You’d think he had everything he wanted, but he really doesn’t. He doesn’t hold any friends too close because most of them only hang around him because it helps out their appearance. He doesn’t trust anybody deep down inside and because of this, he fears that he will be alone and desolate for the rest of his existence.
To distract himself from this he tends to flirt, drink, and generally be an asshole. But the biggest distraction he creates for himself is exisketching. He loves to exisketch and has a true talent for it, in fact, he has an entire collection of his best pictures in his house, but rarely does he show it to anyone. It wouldn’t do much for his reputation.
This troublesome-looking Shinigami is the true picture of teenage devil-spawn: the face that’s on every father’s mind when he hears his daughter has a boyfriend. Abra takes the appearance of a young man that looks no older than 19 and has middle length black hair that is neatly messy, if that’s even possible. His hair folds down in thick parts around his face, sometimes getting in the way of his honey brown eyes.Zanpakuto Spirit:
This teenage-looking Shinigami is about 5’6 and weighs in at 146 pounds, although he looks like he weighs less. He has lightly colored skin that isn’t exactly ivory, yet isn’t tan either; it’s just right in the center. Like most teenagers, Abra has a collection of different clothing and generally changes outfits daily. He wears all types of things that show off his teenage sexiness and generally doesn’t care what other people think; however, when he releases his gigai or is on duty in the Sereitei, he wears a long black robe with white trims. The robe goes down all the way to his ankles where his tabi starts to meet his straw sandals.
Shinigami-sama is the name of this out-of-the-ordinary spirit. It has the presence of a Shinigami, yet the appearance of a Hollow. Shinigami-sama is very tall, almost seven feet, and wears a black robe that completely covers its entire body, which looks like a long and slender toothpick with smoky tendrils of black wafting around its feet. Its mask is a lot more comical than scary, but even its abyssal eye-sockets tend to twitch in annoyance from time-to-time. Its mask also comes with its very own mushroom-cloud sigh and sweat drop emotes.Sealed Zanpakuto:
Shinigami-sama is normally calm and helpful; acting more as a conscious rather than a guiding spirit, but he can get pissed off pretty easily and has a habit of unleashing his ‘Shinigami Death-Chop’ on anyone caught disobeying the rules of his inner world or generally annoying him. His hands are made of solid bone that can inflate and deflate at will, but they are as hard as concrete and extremely dangerous. You don’t want to take a focused Shinigami Death-Chop directly to the noggin: You won’t be waking up for a while.
The inner world of this spirit is a brightly lit room inside a high tower. This room has an extremely high sealing painted to resemble the bright morning sky, clouds included, and the floors are also blue with little puffy cloud emotes whenever you walk along them. On the walls painted to look like the sky are several windows and at the head of the room is a three-step pedestal with a large floor mirror resting in the center. The mirror is as tall as Shinigami-sama and he uses it to communicate with his wielder. At will, he can use this mirror to drag his wielder’s mind into his inner world to either chat with them, or beat the living shit out of them for doing something stupid.
Shikai Description:
Abra’s sealed Zanpakuto is a five-foot long katana; four feet being blade and one foot being grip. The scabbard of this weapon is a blood red coloring whilst the grip is black wrapped in a dingy brown tape. The circular guard is about as big as a person’t fist in circumference and is a dark black, but jut below it is a golden clasp that the blade stems from. The blade of this sword is a rusted color of silver with a heavy black tint to it. Don’t be fooled by its look, though. The blade is still very sharp and very durable.
Abra rarely uses his sealed sword now that he’s realized his Shikai, and even still, he rarely uses that; falling back on his trash-talk and hand-to-hand combat, although sometimes running away is a smart move. He’s a lover, not a fighter.
“Come out and play… Constrictor!” Abra’s blade, when being released, turns the purest black and takes several significant changes. The guard on his blade completely disappears and the entire grip solidifies into the black metal that makes up the metal. Where the grip would meet the blade, an oval hole has been punctured in the sword, and then the blade starts into an unholy cross, which the rest of the sharp sword shoots down from.Shikai Abilities:
Alongside the oval indent, the guard reforms into a pointed curve that arches alongside the grip, covering Abra’s fingers. The sword glows with an unholy purple aura that wafts from the blade like bellows of fire.
Sypherion’s Cage: The purple fire explodes from Abra’s Constrictor blade into the surrounding area where it solidifies into dense steel linked chains. The chains are controlled by Abra to a small extent, but they tend to have a mind of their own. The chains are attracted to two things; huge amounts of spiritual energy and Hollow rieatsu. Reacting to this, the chains attempt to ensnare their victim; possibly overwhelming them and forming a cage. This cage then collapses and wraps around their victim; clinging to them tightly.Bankai Description:
Abra has trouble holding the cage in place while moving, so this technique can’t be used to hold down an opponent and then kill them, nor is it really a means of escape. So far, it seems completely useless except for the fact that it uses up his energy and prologues his imminent defeat. So long as he’s holding still and focused though, he can hold the chains in place, but if he loses focus for even a second, the chains loose their strength and become breakable.
Though the chains are nearly unbreakable so long as he is concentrating, if one were to generate enough spiritual force to repel the chains, they could completely overwhelm the Shinigami and the following recoil can render him helpless, forcing his Zanpakuto back into its sealed state.
Pfft... In his dreams.Bankai Abilities:
Not AvailableSkill Level: Kidou: Beginner
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Shunpou: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Abra’s history isn’t unique at all. It is actually pretty common. He was raised in a wealthy neighborhood to a very well off family, but that wasn’t all it took to make him happy. It always seemed like his mother had more important things to do than spend time with him, and try as he might he simply couldn’t hold her attention.RP Sample:
His mother was constantly bringing strange men home and rarely did she ever stay with the same one for long. Abra wanted to know why she gave these men more attention than she gave him, so he began studying them. He took after the shady and perverted creeps his mother spent all her time with and began to practice on other girls.
At first, it simply wasn’t working for him. Abra was too sweet; too caring. The pervert-act just didn’t fit him, and he noticed this. He had to change. He forced himself to cut the ties to his emotional, sweet, loving self and essentially forgotten who he really was. He had accomplished his goal and became a completely different person.
He didn’t care about the women he ‘practiced’ on or any other woman for that matter. He only cared about getting his mother’s love and attention; he was just a lonely little boy on the inside. Finally, he convinced himself he was ready to confront his mother and try for her attention after he graduated from college, but on his way home that day, there had been a Hollow attack that sent an oil-tanker veering off course. One gigantic fiery explosion later, Abra was no more.
489 years later, Abra has completely forgotten about his past life, and doesn’t really care much to remember it. In his death, he lost his biggest chance to realize that the facade he created would not win his mother’s love and his chance to reclaim the Abra that used to be. So now he wanders in an artificial life with no idea of who he really is or why he has come to be this way.
A screeching sound cuts through the air as a giant bone hand rips through the sky and crashes into a head full of black hair. “Agh!” A young teen screams as his face collides with the blue floor in a puff of smoke; a tail of steam wafting from the top of his skull.
“Incorrect, Abra. Next question.” Says the wielder of this giant bone hand. Before the teen stood a figure cloaked in black with a weird looking bone mask for a head.
“Come on, this is stupid! You know I don’t know the answers to all these damn questions!” Whines the teen as he sits himself in a cross-legged fashion before the cloaked figure.
“Nonsense, Abra. Don’t sell yourself short. I know you can do it.”
Abra looks up at the figure’s giant bone thumbs up and stares at it. It stares back. They stare at each other. A cloud moves across the ceiling. Awkward silence. Abra sweat drops and sighs.
“GOOD! Next question: How many Hollows does a Hollow need to eat to become a Menos Grande?”
“Uhh… a hundred?”
“SHINIGAMI DEATH-CHOP!” Bellows the spirit before pummeling the teen back into the floor with its bone hand; ignoring the slightly girlish scream that comes out of Abra’s mouth due to the impact. “Incorrect.”
Abra whips back into his sitting position with a fire blazing in his honey brown eyes. “Why the hell do you keep quizzing me on stupid shit like this?!” He says while displaying an enraged fist. “I don’t care how many damn Hollows make up a Menos, and I’m not gonna care while I’m killin’ it either! How the hell is this stuff supposed to help me in the field anyway?!”
Abra blinks at the spirit, then he looks up and the giant bone thumbs up and stares at it. It stares back. They stare at each other. A cloud moves across the ceiling. Awkward silence. Abra sweat drops and sighs.
“GOOD! Next question: What is the name of the void that Hollows use to escape Hueco Mundo?”
“Uhhmm… A Hollow rift?”
“SHINIGAMI DEATH-CHOP!” Bellows the spirit before pummeling the teen back into the floor with its bone hand; ignoring the slightly girlish scream that comes out of Abra’s mouth due to the impact. “Incorrect.”
