Bonten

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Captain

Amatsuki -- Bonten

6'2"

180

Bonten weighs 183lbs, standing at 6'2". He has a very slim frame. He usually wears a green robe, with the top almost off. Under that, he wears a black appron-type shirt, with straps that cross across his back and attach lower down and an extra set near his butt. He also wears blue-green gloves that go all the way to his shoulders, stopping a few inches before his armpit. Along with white pants.

He has blonde hair that is combed into a pony tail along the left side of his body. He has a bun on the right side that holds any stray hair that doesn't make it into the pony tail. He has green eyes, and an earring on his right ear, that attaches to a ring on his right bottom lip

-Being told he's pretty
-Alcohol
-Women
-Pipe Tobacco
-Being happy
-compliments
-attention. Lots of it.

-depressing topics
-his buzz killed
-People who just don't understand
-Being told what to do
-Positions of Power
-Work
-being ignored

-He's fairly childish. He doesn't want any responsibility and he makes it quite clear that he doesn't, and would prefer to stay out of the entire system.
-Likes to slack off. He prefers to drink/flirt/have fun instead of doing things, and will even ditch his post/position for a time being if he finds it necessary.
-Has a darker side when he gets serious. Once serious, he prefers to finish things off quickly, and his entire demeanor changes. Once this level is reached, his regard for humanity, and 'right or wrong' is diminished, but not fully gone.
-is a little..a lot of an attention whore

-Is very pretty.
-Once focused or forced into something, he will make sure it gets done/will see it through. Well, usually..
-He will rise to the challenge and protect/defend whatever is needed to.
-Loyal to people/things he deems worthy.
-Will usually try to cheer people up. Mostly so they give him attention, but people don't need to know that

Will add later.

Nope

name: Hōrīhanmā (Holy Hammer)

sealed form: A simple silver longsword, with a golden sheath.

spirit: Bonten's spirit is a golden suit of armor, with a large greatsword, and holy wings made of pure reitsu. Inside the armor is completely filled with holy energy, causing all seems in the armor to emit a bright light.

inner world: Bonten's inner world is a graveyard, with a large monolith in the center. This monolith emits golden light, blanketing his entire world in a light that's brighter than a normal day.

release command: Bakku 27 supēsu, Hōrīhanmā (27 spaces back, Holy Hammer)

description: His long sword gains a golden hilt, and seems to emit a constant golden glow. Otherwise, nothing changes.

type: Holy

techniques: For: Shikai
Name: Holy Slash
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 2 post
Cost: Medium
Range: Medium
Description: Bonten slashes downwards with his sword, causing a wave of holy energy to emit from the blade.

For: Shikai
Name: Holy Burst
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 3
Cost: medium
Range: low
Description: Bonten releases a burst of holy energy from his core. Has high damage within 5 meters, but drastically falls off until it fully diminishes at 10 meters

For: Shikai
Name: Holy Shield
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Low
Range: Self
Description: Bonten creates a spiritual shield on his left arm for a single attack, is fairly weak and can only fully block physical attacks, but diminishes spirit attacks.

name: Hōrī hakai hanmā (Holy Destructive Hammer)

description: Bonten becomes shirtless, and his robe disappears. His pants are replaced with white metal leggings that help him retain flexibility in cost of strength. Besides this, he has gains two warglaives with silver hilts, and golden blades. Along with two white feather wings, giving him an angelic look. His body seems to constantly glow with a golden light. Warglaive reference

type: Angelic/Holy

stat upgrades: +2 Sei +2 Hak +2 Buk +2 Hoh

techniques: For: Bankai
Name: Holy Light
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Low
Range: Self
Description: Bonten covers both his Warglaives with a holy light, causing them to release a holy burst of energy upon each strike. Lasts for two posts

For: Bankai
Name: Beacon of Light
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 5 posts
Cost: High
Range: Medium
Description: Bonten infuses himself with holy light, causing his entire body to glow and emit a near blinding light. This light acts like a shield, blocking any attack that doesn't equal his Sei (Sei vs Sei, or Hak vs Sei) for a single turn, then it turns duller and blocks anything that doesn't equal 3/4 of his Sei for another turn. After the second turn, it vanishes completely.

For: Bankai
Name: Holy Wings
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Medium
Range: Medium
Description: Bonten covers his wings with holy light, causing them to glow brightly. He can then launch up to 10 holy feather-like projectiles, or one wave of holy energy from each wing (so up to 20 feathers, or two waves. Or one of each), 2 post duration.

For: Bankai
Name: Holy Destruction
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: Can only be used once per thread
Cost: Very High
Range: Long
Description: Bonten focuses all of his energy into himself, causing him to emit pulses of blinding light. After a minute of this, Bonten releases the stored energy, causing multiple pulses of holy waves to emit from him in all directions. For one post afterwards, his body is still infused with a partial amount of the energy, causing his strikes in this turn to release a stronger and larger version of Holy Light

From the start Bonten was quite the ham for attention. When he was born nearly all of his family was there save for a few distant relatives. He was brought into the world surrounded by people. The first thing he saw was the crowd, and even without knowing it he found himself loving every second of it. As he became more aware as he grew up he would go out of his way to become the center of attention. When he was younger it was called cute, when he got older that would of course change.

Europe was just getting right back to it's peak after the Plague that had finally died down nearly a century and a half before Bonten was born. The population in Sweden was booming and as this happened it also became more difficult to live out away from the cities that were springing up. Not able to keep up with just the simple life, Bonten's parents brought him into the nearest city so they could restart with their lives. It was a little rough at first getting started. Bonten didn't much notice the lack of funds though because he was so enthusiastic about his new crowd. There were other children to play with who all wanted to be around him, and there were dozens and dozens of different houses all on the same street as his, some with even more than one family living in them. There were so many people. He had never been around so many people all at once. In no time at all he was known through out their clustered neighborhood with his outgoing personality.

As he got older it was apparent that he had more than just a great personality going for him. It was rather evident he was a good looking kid. He didn't have the rough look a lot of the other boys he hung around with did. His father had actually been rather successful in getting his start and in only a few years. They had moved to a bigger home, had more fortunate friends and Bonten had to do nothing to get by except not upset people. Even when he did his charm seemed to make it all go away. As he got older both his charm and his body grew. He was pretty tall and needless to say his looks only got more and more appealing to the girls around his age. He became quite the popular young man.

When he was around fifteen was the first time that he saw a traveling theater performance. He was out with some friends who were suspiciously dominantly female when they came by the cart that was being set up. They decided to stick around, none of them ggetting remotely close to any sort of play before. Bonten wasn't expecting much. How wrong he was though. He was captivated by it. The actors wore masks that hid their faces, but even still he couldn't remove his eyes from them. Not many people in the crowd could. When he managed to tear his eyes away he noticed this. These people had every ounce of attention from the crowd. He was in awe of this fact. He knew that not all plays had these masks. Actually he was pretty sure only these traveling bands of actors had them anymore. If he could get up on a stage like that without a mask, right out there for huge crowds to look at, he could only imagine how spectacular it could be. Right at that moment he made up his mind to become an actor.

Sticking around this city wasn't the way he was going to become a famous actor though. He had a good talk with his parents who were quite skeptical about the whole plan Bonten had made up in less than five minutes. It was simple really. He was going to travel to France or England, across all of the kingdoms and get his name out there so that when he reached a grand city he would have people groveling at his feet and begging for him to be the lead in their plays. It was completely foolproof in his head. His parents weren't as confident in this plan, but they tended to think that Bonten was more of one meant to be seen rather than doing real work. He hadn't been forced to do that much work if any in his life. Honestly this would probably be better for him in the end.

On his sixteenth birthday, his parents surprised him with the knowledge that they would be funding him a trip into Stockholm so he could get his start. It wasn't quite another country, but it was at least the buzzing capital. He couldn't have been more thrilled. They had even hired a guide for him once he got there so he wasn't cluelessly wandering around. Once he got there he was overwhelmed with what to do. there was so much. Find auditions were the last thing on his mind for the first week of his trip. He instead found himself charming it up on the streets around his hotel. He went shopping, buying useless gifts for cute girls who he caught staring at him. He went out to eat and put on his own little shows, talking to nearly everyone he could, having to dodge a few punches from irritable drunks in the process, but that didn't dampen his mood at all.

After that first week his guide drug him away from the carefree life he was getting used to. Instead of spending his day walking around, he was taken on a walk to another part of the city, taken to a rather grand looking outside stage. He wasn't the only one there though. There were at least twenty other men there. It was then that one man walked out on stage. Bonten finally got why he had been brought out here. This was an audition. He wasn't sure what it was for. All he knew was that he had his first part in the bag. He had prepared a marvelous monologue before leaving home that could get him any part he wanted. He thought that was the case at lease. It was true he was given a part. What he hadn't been expecting was for it to be a female role. He had thought it was suspicious that there were no girls in the group of auditioning actors. It had slipped his mind that women weren't really able to get on big stages. He was less than thrilled with his first role. At least it was something though. And he didn't even have to kiss one of the other actors. That was something he was thankful for. He didn't feel the need to tell his parents about that first part. They would probably travel all that way to come and see his first performance. He didn't want them to see him in a frilly dress with his hair done up and make slapped onto his face. It was true he looked great, but that wasn't the image he wanted to give off.

After that play ran its course the director seemed to be pretty pleased with him. He referred him to another director. The only thing was that this other director was all the way in Italy. He'd be taking a risk by traveling all the way there. He had to do this though. He did nothing more than write a letter home before heading off on his next venture. Along the way he met all kinds of people, met a lot of the girls that he met... met so much of them if one caught his drift. He was just enjoying life. He was completely on his own now. No one had to tell him what to do or when to do it. He did stop in the occasional city and get a role here and there, getting enough cash to get him by. Before he knew it he had spent two years and he wasn't even near Italy yet. He had no idea how he had spent so much time. Time flew when one was enjoying themselves he supposed.

He finally got to Italy only to find that the man he had been referred to had died some time back. He wasn't sure of exactly when, but it happened during his travels. It was a bit defeating to get this news but then he remembered he was in a city of arts and culture now. Could it really be so bad here? It wasn't bad at all as it turned out. He easily got parts. He stood out a bit here in appearance which made him stand out more in auditions. He was getting parts left and right and none of them were even women! He actually tended to get leading roles with his good looks and overall charm and presence. He was well on his way to his goal of becoming a famous actor.

The perks came with the bad though. He had been in Italy for a little over a year and he had never really stopped to rest unless he had a short-lived cold. When he wasn't at different theaters he was living it up in Italy. He met dozens and dozens of amazing girls. He could sweep them off his feet in a glance and wrap the around his finger with only a few words. He was more than skilled in picking up women. One woman in particular seemed to really be interested in him. She always showed up in the pub he frequented. She even began to come to every show he had. She called herself his biggest fan and he believed it. What Bonten didn't know about her though was that she was actually married. Her husband wasn't as happy about the time she spent with Bonten. In fact he hated the man for it, claiming he was stealing his wife away.

He followed her one night to a play that Bonten was starring in. By the look in her eyes he could tell which man it was that was taking his wife away. After the show was done, Bonten was heading back to the apartment he rented, actually a bit tired, intent on calling it an early night so he could get some rest. Rest would indeed be what he was going to get to. Out from the shadows the woman's husband came out at Bonten, an old knife drawn and seconds later embedded right into Bonten's chest. Taken fully by surprise Bonten couldn't even react, let alone counter attack. That blade was only ripped out of his flesh that thrust forward once more, piercing its way into his neck, hitting dead on the jugular vein it was aimed for. Bonten didn't stand a chance at this point. He was getting killed over the petty jealousy of a man who had looked too far into something and because maybe he was just to carefree in life.

Afterlife:
Bonten awoke within the Soul Society after his demise as a human. His entire attitude hadn't changed much. It wasn't like he could remember his human life to remember the lesson he had been taught about messing around. He kept his easy going lifestyle, living out his days in Rukongai as they came. He wasn't too bad off. He wasn't living like a noble, but he was just fine with that. His name was getting out in his district and he was right back to how he had been living in his human life, surrounded by people that just loved him. What was there to dislike?

He was more than content with spending eternity like this for his first few years. It was then that a band of hollows that had snuck into the Soul Society came into his district, wreaking havoc on the people he had become friends with, even chasing Bonten down himself. He had always had some kind of power so by some miracle he was able to escape their clutches long enough for a small team of shinigami to arrive and exterminate the hollows. Bonten didn't have to be told how serious the attack had been. He knew he lost some friends and that didn't sit right with him. He had basically ignored any inclination to do something with his power up to that point. The next day though he decided to join the shinigami academy.

Getting in was more trouble than he wanted to deal with right away. There was a test he would have to take which involved studying, something he wasn't accustomed to. On the other hand his mind was set. True it was a pain to deal with but he wasn't going to fail at this. It was something he had to do. Bonten actually passed with more than flying colors. He was actually among the top of the new students his first year, easily getting advanced classes and finding he actually didn't have that much trouble with them. It seemed his natural talent was as strong as his natural good looks.

Academy life was about a lot more than studying and tests though. There were all kinds of lovely people around him all of the time. How could he not act on that? Parties became an amazingly large part of his life as did "dating" classmates and underclassmen and upperclassmen, probably a teacher too but he just couldn't come forward about something like that now could he? One of these parties of his got a bit out of hand, some rather pissed off guys storming in, shouting accusations at Bonten about their girlfriends. Funny how the past repeated itself. At least he wasn't jumped this time. Even if he had been jumped those guys stood no chance. In his year at the academy he had risen to the top of his class. Even some students in grades above him were greatly outclassed by him. So while a fight broke out, Bonten didn't see much reason to get that worked up. He had them taken care of in a matter of minutes.

Of course word got out to higher powers. Bonten was called out of class one day. He didn't get what was going on, but he just followed along the old man that had come to get him. He was lead to a meeting room. Inside was only one other man. Bonten just took a seat, taking on quite the relaxed position, propped back with his arms behind his head. It wasn't exactly the best impression, but Bonten didn't see why that was important. As it turned out that was a pretty important detail. The man he had come to meet was going to become his lone teacher and mentor. Bonten had showed more than enough promise to be assured graduation. It was his attitude and private life that were of concern. He was going to be given some alternate lessons instead, his skills being deemed worth the extra effort.

He was removed from the academy grounds and most everyone just assumed he had finally gotten in enough trouble to just be expelled. They probably weren't paying attention to the fact that he still had his blade and was being excorted by a uniformed shinigami, but those were just small details right? Bonten wasn't given the time to worry about his image in the eyes of his peers. He was taken right to a much more serious training regimen by his mentor. They had traveled out in the outskirts, a good way from the closest district of rukongai. There was nobody to distract Bonten. This of course meant there was nearly no one to pay him any mind. Sometimes there wasn't even anyone. His mentor was still a member of the gotei 13 and from what Bonten could tell he was a pretty decently seated one. He wasn't sure how high up there he was, but it was enough to keep him busy.

Bonten actually did put more work into his skills this way though. With his mentor gone sometimes, and with his mentor being the only one who could praise him he strode to get those compliments of good work or that he was really showing how great his power was. After his mentor was gone for a few weeks he returned back to his training camp to quite the surprise. Bonten had learned the name of his zanpakuto and made a deep connection, learning of his shikai and the power that it held. Needless to say such an advancement hadn't been what he was expecting so soon. However it changed things in the schedule. The very next day he had Bonten pack up his things. They would be going to Seireitei for a rather important announcement. Bonten didn't question it. He was far too giddy and proud to be worried. He was right not to be worried. It was nothing but good news for him.

He was taken to the barracks of the first division. He hadn't been prepared for it but just a few minutes later he was meeting with the head captain. Apparently his mentor was actually the lieutenant of the Command squad. High up there seemed like an understatement to Bonten now. That wasn't all that he learned though. He was suddenly now a part of the first squad, not only a part of it, but actually placed as a seated officer above men who had been in the squad for decades longer than he had even been in the Soul Society. Needless to say he was taken by surprise but none the less he was honored, unable to refuse or be humble.

Bonten's life was now one of a shinigami. He had tip notch missions to attend to that included paperwork, drinking, running documents around, drinking, making security rounds, and drinking. Again wasn't it funny how the past repeated itself. First gigs were never the best ones for any race it seemed. This kind of life didn't last that long for him actually. He had been let into the gotei just as one era was changing. The head captain had reached retirement. The man he deemed worthy to take his place was none other than Bonten's own mentor. While he was still new to the Gotei 13 he was still his mentor's prodigy. He had been growing in power and skill even with the small amount of real action in his duties thus far. His mentor only saw it fit to name Bonten as his lieutenant.

He wasn't as readily accepted by other's of the gotei. He was this new kid being brought up to a position they had strove for. There was no helping it though. The truth in it was that he had earned it entirely. He had the raw skill and talent and he knew how to use it now. He was truly a force to be reckoned with. No one questioned it. There was no point and in all honestly in the back of their heads they knew the truth. After his first few years as a Lieutenant all the idle chatter had died down and he was readily accepted and respected.

For nearly two hundred years things were rather repetitive, but at the same time calm for Bonten. He followed his orders and grew stronger. There wasn't much besides the occasional powerful hollow that required too much effort from him. Around the two hundred year mark of his time as a shinigami he received new orders. He was to lead a group into Hueco Mundo to cut down the number of hollows there. He jumped at the chance to really do something and within a week everything was set. His team wasn't spectacular, strong shinigami still needed in the Soul Society. They definitely weren't weak though. There were more than Bonten could ask for. Not to mention none of them had bitter personalities. They all got along fabulously, and they would need to for what was to come. Of course that would only also make their mission that much harder in the end.

At the beginning everything was going more than smooth. Sure they encountered hollows, but that was the entire point of them being there. Not to mention every hollow they met was less than a problem for the team. They could fight then go right back to enjoying themselves with out a care in the world. Just the way Bonten liked it. He was actually pretty glad he had been put on this kind of mission. They were getting things done and at the same time he was free in some way. It was a pretty pleasant way to live. At least for a short while it was. It was only a matter of time before Hueco Mundo swallowed them up and they bit off more than they could chew.

The first sign of change was a loss of connection with the Soul Society. None of them were really sure what had happened, but somewhere along the line they lost all contact that had had to the Gotei 13. They couldn't even open up a senkaimon from where they were for one reason or another. It was an odd occurrence indeed, but they figured they had just wandered in far enough in that interference had built up. In time they would come to an area they could connect. That was only the beginning of their problems though. Hollows had taken notice and been weary of the shinigami party. Hollows generally only cared about themselves, but sometimes in order to take care of one's self groups had to be formed and that was just what hollows began to do. During the first group attack they were not prepared for the massive number of hollows that had shown up, nor had they been expecting some of them to have such great power. By the time it was all over somewhere near fifty hollows were left dead as well as two of the men following Bonten, leaving him with just five others.

For a short time he was left with five others anyway. These attacks kept up. Most of the time they could handle them since they were expected now. The hollows continued to be more and more powerful though. There was only so much they could do. They were being weakened and exhausted slowly. One man would fall and not rise back up at times which also made their survival that much more challenging. Bonten wasn't even sure when it happened, but at some point he became the last of the team left alive. The time had all blurred together. He wasn't entirely sure of how long he had actually been in Hueco Mundo anymore, the constant night sky mocking him every time he tried to figure out. There was just no way of knowing.

Bonten wasn't going to let Hueco Mundo take him too though. Hollow extermination turned into training. Every time he swung his sword he grew closer to his zanpakuto, learned more about it. It was just any other attack when that final connection was finally made. He learned it all. In the midst of the fighting he released his bankai for the first time. Nothing could stop him from wiping out the hollows now. With his new power he was ready to set out and kill every hollow he could find. For years that was what he did too. He grew stronger with each use of his power. Hollows had finally learned that no matter how many of them ganged up on Bonten that it would be futile in the end. They tended to try and avoid him then, something they weren't successful in.

One day something changed and he didn't simply kill the hollow that was unfortunate enough to get in Bonten's line of sight. Instead he decided to make it an offer. If it would open up a garganta to the human world then he would let it live. The beast had no way to deny Bonten this and did as it was told. Bonten had had enough of Hueco Mundo. He also didn't feel like returning to the Soul Society either. Too much had happened. He didn't want to return with things the way they were. He just wanted to do what he wanted. He could do that in the human world.

Once he was back in the human world that meant that he could get into contact with the Soul Society again. Again though he didn't want to go back just yet. The only problem with that was that he had no way of hiding out that well. Not to mention no one would be able to see him so having a good time would have been difficult. Having a gigai would have solved all of that. It was too bad he didn't have one and wouldn't get one without some aid from some one in the Soul Society. Or that was what he thought at least. In the meantime he had bee traveling and after a short time he found just the thing he had been looking for. Some suspiciously knowledgeable man with no trace of power at all offered him a gigai that could have in no way been given to him. He was sure it was some form of illegal, but he was never too far above bending the rules. He was entitled and able to have one. His methods of getting it were just a little bit different. It wasn't that wrong.

With his new gigai and nothing but time on his hands, Bonten set out into the world with no form of a plan besides the one to just enjoy himself. He had been in Hueco Mundo or traveling through the precipice world for a long time it turned out. Fifty years had gone by since he and his team had departed from the Seireitei. The world had changed some since he last assignment there and he was set on seeing all of it the way it was. He took his time with it to. For nearly one hundred and sixty years he was just making his way across Europe and Asia. He watched as the world changed before his very eyes, rapidly becoming more and more connected to itself and countries hating other countries more and more. It was exciting yet a bit filled with madness. The world was in and out of wars with itself and nearly everyone was fighting. The way it was then he felt it best to just lay down low for a decade or so. The minute things died down though he was gone again, set off in a world he had never gotten around to seeing before, America.

It was there that he actually did something with his life for the first time in over a century. America was a land of opportunity and he first landed in California. He was approached by a woman who didn't have the same agenda as a majority of the women he met. She was scouting him out for something and for one reason or another it just felt right to him. She wanted him to be in a shoot in her magazine, claiming that he had the raw looks alone that she was looking for, better than more than half of the men she had already met with. The next day he was at some studio, dressed half naked and posing for a camera which he was rather good at. Seemed he was good at being the center of attention and making it worth people's time.

That was what launched his career. It was just as simple as that, a lot easier than even becoming a high ranked shinigami. He couldn't complain. He was getting calls left and right for photo shoots, even commercials and runway shows from all over the world. New technologies made traveling across nations so easy that he couldn't deny the chances to spread his fame. And spread it did. He wasn't like an actor or anything, but when it came to male models he was at the top of the pack. He was even signing autographs and guest hosting different, strange tv shows. He knew he wouldn't be able to let it last too long since it would get suspicious if he never aged or died, but he was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

It was cut even more short than he had been expecting it to be. One day he returned to his home to find a line of shinigami waiting for him. He couldn't fight them. It wasn't like he hated the gotei 13 or anything. He just had some other things to do. He knew when his time was up. It had been good while it lasted at least. Now he had no choice but to go back with the men who had found him. Honestly he hadn't made it that hard. His face was plastered on bilboards and his name was spammed in magazines. Apparently they just hadn't been looking too hard until right around the time they found him. He wasn't sure what the sudden interest was, but who was he to judge the methods of the great Gotei 13?

It was cut even more short than he had been expecting it to be. One day he returned to his home to find a line of shinigami waiting for him. He couldn't fight them. It wasn't like he hated the Gotei 13 or anything. He just had some other things to do. He knew when his time was up. It had been good while it lasted at least. Now he had no choice but to go back with the men who had found him. Honestly he hadn't made it that hard. His face was plastered on billboards and his name was spammed in magazines. Apparently they just hadn't been looking too hard until right around the time they found him. He wasn't sure what the sudden interest was, but who was he to judge the methods of the great Gotei 13?

He wasn't immediately put back on his duties. Well that was to be expected. As soon as he got back he was taken to the Central 46, a trial waiting for him. He should have expected as much. He was gone for pretty long time wasn't he? Oddly enough some information was presented to him during his trial that changed his fate from just the average rogue shinigami. His mentor had been killed not more than a couple months before. There had been strict instructions left that Bonten should have been the one to replace him if possible. Even when he was gone for so long his mentor still had that kind of trust and belief in him. That was why he had finally been found and brought back with such urgency. Central 46 was willing to forgot about charging him so long as he took this position that was being offered to him, and by offered they meant forced. He had to accept them and he did. Just like that he became reinstated as a shinigami and had taken over command of the entire gotei 13. And man, was he not looking forward to it.

Vilof's body rose and fell from his breathing, confirming that the man was once again asleep. His mind wandered to where ever they went, his dreams being rather..well, dull. They were as dull as he was, simple and boring. Perfect for Sloth. His dreams were just the way he liked them. They made the fact that his existence was meaningless, just the more concrete. That is why it was rather difficult to wake him most of the time, he simply knew that it was meaningless. No matter how long he stood awake, he didn't accomplish anything. Nor did he want to. Sleep made the eons pass faster, and thus bring his existence to an end that much quicker. At least, that's how Vilof saw it. And he knew deep down, that nothing would ever change that. His life was not meant to be one that was actually meaningful to the world, or to people around him. He was the embodiment of someone who, in essence, was meaningless. One without purpose in the world and one that would never even contribute to the world.

That is why the simple heat of the lava barely woke the man, even as the drips were dangerously close to the Sin and his body felt the intense heat that radiated off of the small pools of lava. However, they did stir him slightly, bringing him that much closer to what he liked to call the his mid state, where he is neither awake nor asleep. And again, Vlasta's loud voice pushed him even more, brining him close to that mid state. At this point, his mind was conscious enough to hear and record what the woman was saying. That's why as soon as the bladed heel hit flesh, Vilof awoke with a cry of pain, and his hand catching the heel before it came too close to his heart. He pushed against the woman's foot, freeing himself from the blade. He rolled away from the woman, his reishi pressure spiking upwards. Vilof's entire body was seeming to vibrate, including the air around him as he stood up to look at the flaming bitch. The air around him started to move so fast that it started to alter his image slightly. If one looked closely, multiple images and likeness of Vilof could be seen as it seemed that his body was rapidly moving in different positions from the extensive vibration.

He looked towards the woman, his eyes now full of anger and emotion as blood dripped from the hole in his chest. If anything would fully awake the Sin of Sloth, it was being hastily awoken, and being put in a near death situation. Both of which just happened, causing something that very few people saw, his anger. He walked towards the togabito, looking up at her. His body continued to vibrate as he walked, his full energy released as his powers surpassed that of even her master. "You come to my domain, waking me up. Then you try to manipulate me so that Hell will once again be yours. You then mock my very existence. The very thing that I embody, that of wasted potential. Something that makes my very existence meaningless. Then, you try to kill me while I sleep. And you call ME disrespectful?"He asked, the anger shaking in his voice as he stood next to Vlasta, looking up at her with eyes full of anger. He simply stared at her in the eyes, his full attention now on Vlasta as any of his previous, zoned out qualities were gone. "If you want me gone, you better try something new." He added in, resisting the urge to spit in the bitch's face.

MT-2

HAN: 17
REI: 21
HAK: 20
SEI: 17
BUK: 22
HOH: 23
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 120

Pheonix

so lazy