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Post by Colin Ualas on Feb 15, 2013 12:38:02 GMT -5
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Male | That's a thing? | Arrancar ALIASES:The Incubus, Master AGE:666 AGE OF APPEARANCE:Early twenties NUMBER:None (formerly Primera) RANK:Espada Lord BASE FORM:Adjuchas
HEIGHT:6’9 WEIGHT:205 APPEARANCE:Ever since he was a child, Colin wanted to be built like his father. Tormod was a bulky giant of a man. To the much frailer Colin that was something to aspire to. Colin never got the chance while he was alive, but his Arrancar form reflects the still-present desire to more closely resemble his father. At six-foot-nine, Colin is quite tall by human standards – though not quite as tall as Tormod – but he doesn’t have the weight to make him bulky. Everything about him is svelte – his face, his neck, his torso, arms and legs; even his fingers and toes are slender. He lets his fingernails grow somewhat longer than most men would, but keeps them filed to sharp points. His face is heart-shaped with flat cheekbones, a fairly narrow chin and jaw, an aquiline nose and soft, full lips. Thin eyebrows arch over almond-shaped eyes the color of warm honey. His hair is a lot like his sister Sayuri’s in terms of color – a dark brown that becomes warm chocolate when the light hits it right. However, Colin’s is much longer, reaching down to his hips. He generally keeps it pulled back in a partial ponytail, letting some of the hair frame his face. The hair tie he uses looks like a large white bird’s beak and is actually the fragment of his Hollow mask. His old Espada number is still tattooed in an elegant script between his belly button and the top of his crotch.
As for his clothing choice, Colin prefers form-fitting attire. He generally wears tight, black leather pants and calf-high black leather boots with a white button-down shirt and a black silk jacket. The jacket has a high collar to hide his Hollow hole, which is located at the base of his neck. Silver designs are stitched into the cuffs and left-hand side of the jacket, generally taking the form of blooming lilies. He wears a silver ring on his right forefinger that looks like a snake attempting to eat itself. His ears are also pierced, with four in his left ear and three in his right. He usually wears simple silver earrings that are similar to his ring in form, though he will sometimes wear dangling earrings from the bottommost piercings. All of this combined makes him look quite effeminate. It doesn’t help that he is also quite soft-spoken and his voice is a high, clear alto whether he is speaking or singing. It has, in fact, gotten him mistaken for a woman on more than one occasion. This causes him much amusement and he has used his looks to play around with others for his own entertainment.
Aside from his few Hollow features, his current appearance is exactly how he would have looked as an adult if he had not died in the human world.
LIKES:- He loves to sing and is very talented at it.
- Music, naturally, is another of his passions.
- One of his favorite pastimes involves manipulating and ridiculing others.
- He enjoys flying, as it makes him feel free and powerful.
DISLIKES:- He hates unnecessary physical violence.
- He despises anyone who bullies the weak and defenseless simply for the sake of bullying.
- Anyone who boastfully claims to be stronger than him will quickly find themselves on his “People I Will Slowly Break” list.
NEGATIVE TRAITS:- He is incredibly manipulative and revels in this.
- If you haven’t earned his respect but act as if you should be respected, he will treat you with disdain and speak about you with a condescending tone.
- Should you have angered him, he will be politely tactless when speaking to you as he has not a single f**k to give about you.
- He can be a bully, even to those weaker than him, and will always find a way to justify his bullying.
POSITIVE TRAITS:- To those who have proved themselves in his eyes, he is always polite and respectful.
- Despite his youth, he is a surprisingly skilled tactician.
- He is very protective of and kind to those who cannot defend themselves.
EXTRAS: On the one hand, Colin’s an unapologetic asshole. He has no problems calling people out and will even do so just for the amusement he is sure to get out of their punishment. He will readily ridicule those who seek to rise above their station if he believes that they do not possess the power, knowledge, or intelligence to do so and he delights in knocking people down with snark, condescension and polite insensitivity in equal measure. He is also an eloquent and master manipulator, frequently able to convince whoever catches his fancy to do almost anything he asks of them. This coincides with a mind that is perceptive, analytical and extremely imaginative in nature.
On the other hand, he is extremely polite and respectful to those who have earned his high regard. While the number of such people is depressingly small, he makes up for it by being unfailingly kind to those who are weaker and unable to defend themselves – often stepping in if he should see such an individual being tormented by others. He accepts that there is a hierarchy in life and that certain people will fill certain niches, but he sees and feels no need to bully others unnecessarily. He abhors physical violence, preferring to talk his way out of altercations rather than fight. While he is manipulative, he also believes in rewarding those who serve him well.
WEAPONS:Colin carries a long, black leather bullwhip with him everywhere. People often mistake it for the form of his Zanpakuto. He also carries two Caja Negación with him at all times.
ZANPAKUTO:Name: Estampido Supersonico (Sonic Boom)
Sealed form:
Estampido Supersonico actually takes the form of a long Indian talwar made of Damascus steel. Its scabbard is blood-red and seems to be made of pure rubies with engraved steel at the throat and tip. Though not immediately obvious, the interior is lined with oily fur to keep the blade free of rust and allow a smoother, quicker draw. It can be attached to the belt loops of his pants with a red silk thread, though he generally prefers to walk around without it because a sword is not as sexy as a bullwhip. However, in order to keep it easily accessible at all times he keeps it stored in a Garganta. RESURRECCION:Release command: Shatter the air, Estampido Supersonico!
Description: Colin is engulfed in a towering cyclone of golden reiatsu. While hidden from view, the mask fragment breaks in two and transforms into what look like elaborate miniature wings on the sides of his head. They connect to his skull just in front of and curve over his ears. His hair style becomes mullet-like – shorter on the top and in front with longer segments at the back, though the sections that frame his face do not alter at all. His shirt and jacket lose the arms and a section of the back so that two feathery black wings can sprout from his shoulder blades. The wings are fairly small, only spanning out about two feet on each side when spread. The jacket itself loses the floral design and general style, becoming a black-and-gold buckled trench coat with a high open collar. His shirt looks like a halter top, exposing the Hollow hole at the base of his neck. A mark also appears beneath his right eye, looking very much like a blood-red tear track. Estampido Supersonico then vanishes and reforms as golden razor-sharp talons on the tips of his fingers.
Type: Air
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Techniques:
For: Resurrección Name: Plata Lengua (Silver Tongue) Type: Passive. Primarily used to convince opponents that he’s not a threat. Cost: Low Range: All ranges Description: Colin vibrates a pair of secondary vocal cords at the base of his Hollow hole at a much lower frequency than most beings can consciously hear. The vibrations of the cords send out subconscious suggestions to his opponents while he speaks. He can’t convince others to go against their personal code of conduct, but they often act on the suggestion if it’s something they might reasonably do anyway. Individuals with a reiryoku and seijuu equal to or greater than his are much less susceptible.
For: Resurrección Name: Soplo de Viento (Breath of Wind) Type: Offensive Cost: Low to moderate Range: All ranges, but generally used as a short-to-mid-range attack Description: Colin manipulates the air around his hands/arms to create compressed, high-speed, reiatsu-infused wind vortexes. He then fires the vortexes at his opponents, which explode on impact due to rapid decompression. Has varying strength dependent on how much reiatsu he infuses the vortex with and how rapidly he fires it off. For: Resurrección Name: Oponerse Viento (Opposing Wind) Type: Defensive Cost: Low to high, depending on how powerful of an attack he is trying to negate. Range:Short Description: Colin creates a blast of compressed wind used to "negate" incoming attacks with equal and opposite force, whether physical or kido. It more easily counters physical attacks than kido, but can still lessen the damage caused by kido. For: Resurrección Name: Abrazo Viento (Wind’s Embrace) Type: Defensive Cost:Moderate to high Range:Long Description: Colin launches himself into the air with a blast of wind from his feet. He then manipulates the air around him to move and remain airborne. Because it requires very precise and extensive manipulation of the air around him, he can only use this technique for a maximum of five posts. SEGUNDA ETAPA:description: Like in his Resurrección, Colin is wrapped in a whirlwind of reiatsu. However, his appearance undergoes a drastic change. His height increases to seven feet and his body bulks up with increased muscle mass – making him look like a towering body-builder. His wingspan nearly quadruples in length, stretching out to an impressive 15 feet from wingtip to wingtip and granting him flight without the need to manipulate the air. As they grow, the wings turn from a deep black to off-white with black tips. The golden wings attached at his ears grow as well, covering the top of his head starting at his eyebrows and stretching down the sides to frame his eyes and cover his cheekbones. It looks eerily like a ceremonial headdress, adds nearly another foot to his height and gains the same color scheme as his actual wings.
His eyes become a piercing green in color, standing out starkly from the white feathers that frame them. His clothes transform into: a golden collar, stylized to resemble a hawk’s face and flared wings; golden bands around his biceps; and golden half-gauntlets. Long black feathers with white tips sprout from his forearms just below his wrists where the gauntlets end. But perhaps the most drastic and unsettling is the radical transformation of his lower body. From the waist down, his body twists and grows until it resembles the powerful hindquarters of the mythical griffon. He is primarily furred with small feathers near the knees while below the knees there is no fur or feathers – simply tough, leathery skin ending in three razor-sharp talons on each foot. A long tail grows from his tailbone and ends in a black tuft of fur. It is extremely powerful, being quite muscular but not prehensile. He is as likely to use it as a weapon as he is to fight with his hands and feet. Like his wings, his lower body is off-white in color with stripes and splashes of black.
Estampido Supersonico also undergoes a transformation. Pulling off of his fingertips, the pieces fuse together once more and elongate into a large spear. The shaft is as long as Colin is tall while the two-edged blade itself extends another two feet. Intricately crafted wings begin where blade connects with shaft and curves back parallel to the shaft for two feet. Deprived of Estampido Supersonico, Colin’s fingers still possess small talons at their tips. These talons are not overly sharp, only capable of leaving shallow cuts at best.
type: Air manipulation
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techniques:
For: Segunda Etapa Name: Palas Eólicas (Wind Blade) Type: Offensive/Passive Cooldown: 5 posts Cost: High Range: None Description: Colin manipulates the air around either the spear blade or his talons to drastically increase their cutting power. Capable of cutting through solid rock and steel, it is highly advised to dodge any attack made by a Palas Eólicas-enhanced strike – anyone with a HAN stat lower than Colin’s SEI will suffer potentially devastating damage. Palas Eólicas lasts 5 posts.
For: Segunda Etapa Name: Viento de Afeitar (Razor Wind) Type: Offensive Cooldown: 2 posts Cost: Medium Range: Long Description: Colin manipulates the air into a concentrated sharp edge and then slashes at his opponents – sending the air blade flying towards them at high speed. This is an extension of Palas Eólicas, though the blade is nowhere near as sharp. It gradually dissipates beyond 20 feet from Colin and disappears completely at around 50 feet
For: Segunda Etapa Name: Armadura de Viento (Wind Armor) Type: Defensive/Passive Cooldown: 5 posts Cost: High Range: None Description: Colin compresses the air to create a nigh-impenetrable armor. This armor covers his entire body, including his wings. While covered with this armor, he is not able to use his wings for flight due to the incredible resistance caused by the compressed air. Opponents must have a HAK or SEI equal to at least half of Colin’s SEI in order to cut through the armor. Armadura de Viento lasts for three posts.
For: Segunda Etapa Name: Viento Sana Type: Defensive Cooldown: 2 posts Cost: Medium Range: Long Description: Colin holds Estampido Supersonico perpendicular to the ground, wraps his wings around his body and forcefully opens them. This sends out a mildly concussive blast of air 100 feet in all directions from his position. Though powerful enough to slightly stagger an opponent, the primary purpose of Viento Sana is to “clear the air” around him – whether this be to clear it of incoming projectiles by slowing their progress or clear it of tainted air.
HISTORY: Human: Colin was born about fifteen years ago, the last of Tormod and Ayame Ualas’ children. From the very beginning, life was a little rougher for him than for his siblings. Due to Ayame’s advancing age – she was nearly forty when she gave birth to him – there had been difficulties during the pregnancy and thus Colin was rather sickly and frail at birth, as well as throughout his life. As a result, his close-knit and protective family did their level best to make life easier for him. His parents and siblings would do just about anything he asked of them, though they often tried to get him to try to do something first before helping him out if he was struggling. The Ualas family believed in helping one another out, but shied away from all-out molly-coddling. In spite of this attitude, Colin learned very early on that he was more than charismatic enough to still convince his family to do his bidding – often going so far as to make them think it was their idea to begin with.
This almost naturally extended into his school life, where his intelligence, eloquence and natural charisma made Colin generally well-liked by his teachers and classmates. Of course, those same traits coupled with his frail body and effeminate features also made him a prime target for bullying – especially by older, stronger students. When he was in elementary school, his siblings – particularly Hiro, Angus and Sayuri – would hunt down whoever was the source of Colin’s latest mistreatment and give the perpetrators a sound thrashing. Though Colin practiced Jeet Kune Do with the rest of his family, he was never particularly good at it. So at first, he was quite content to let his siblings fight his battles for him. While this made his tormentors more hesitant to physically attack him, it didn’t completely dissuade them from persecuting him. This bred in the young boy a desire to avoid physical confrontation as much as possible, as the fallout inevitably made his school life more difficult rather than solving anything. But of course this was a fairly normal part of life, as far as Colin was aware, and he tried to not let it bother him too much. When it became overwhelming, however, he often turned not to his family but to the spirits he frequently befriended.
For as long as he could remember, spirits had been a large part of Colin’s life. Unlike Sayuri, Seamus and Hamish (the other three spiritually aware children), Colin could see, speak and even physically interact with the souls that he encountered in his daily life. Though he was as unaware of his distant Quincy heritage as the rest of his family, Colin was one of the rare children that appeared in the Ualas clan once every five or six generations who was blessed and cursed with a large, powerful reiatsu. For most of his life, it lay mostly dormant within him. When he was about eight, he noticed that he saw spirits with even greater clarity after he had meditated and practiced JKD with his family. Not only was he able to see the figures of the deceased, but he began to also see glimpses of figures in white robes and the strange beasts that those robed figures often seemed to be fighting against – Shinigami and Hollows. Spurred on by curiosity, he began meditating more frequently and even got the twins and Sayuri to join him as part of his experiment in expanding spiritual awareness. While the other three did not progress as much as he had hoped – either because they were not as powerful as him or not as serious – Colin’s own awareness rapidly grew. Within two years, he was able to see both Shinigami and Hollows with nearly as much clarity as he saw regular ghosts. Until his death two years later, he avidly studied these beings whenever he caught sight of them – keeping far back and never interacting with them, for he instinctively knew that they were on a far different level from ghosts and that this made them dangerous. He would even go so far as to walk through a battlefield once he was certain no one would return to survey the damage the battles caused. But even these precautions would not be enough to save him.
As they did almost every year, the Ualas family went on a picnic outing. Since Colin had recently recovered from a bout of illness, the family chose to visit the nearby town of Karakura. They had picked the park, set up their picnic site and were enjoying a delightful lunch when there was a sudden disturbance not far from them. As the dust settled, Colin saw the figure of a small boy running from one of those fearsome monsters he had seen the robed warriors fighting. But this time, there were no robed warriors – and it didn’t look like any would be showing up in time to save the young ghost. The thought of something so obviously powerful chasing after someone who so obviously couldn’t fight back sparked something in Colin. Before the thought of defending the ghost had even registered, Colin was running straight for the Hollow – with his mother hot on his heels. It didn’t matter. He had to do something and he’d be damned if he was just going to sit back and let someone else take care of things this time. Though he doesn’t know it, he succeeded in saving the other little boy – but at the cost of not only his own life, but his mother’s as well when she tried to protect him from a threat she could neither see nor touch and therefore could not fight.
Hueco Mundo: Colin doesn’t remember all of what happened the day he physically died. He remembers shoving the smaller boy out of the way somehow and suddenly realizing just how stupid his decision had been. He remembers his mother appearing between him and the monster, followed by an unbearable pain as his spirit was dragged from the world of the living by a second, smaller Hollow that he hadn’t noticed. He remembers struggling before complete disorientation overwhelmed him and he eventually passed out. Whether by luck or great misfortune, he and his captor had gotten caught in the Garganta that had been opened between the living world and Hueco Mundo. Due to the discord caused by his struggle to escape the Hollow, they were both forcibly expelled from the Garganta – over 650 years into the past. The impact of his landing is what caused Colin to pass out. When he came to, he was blinking blearily up at an unchanging night sky and lying on his back amidst the pure white sands of what he eventually learned was Hueco Mundo. Frowning, he slowly sat up and inspected the area near him. Aside from some trees, it was flat and seemingly infinite and utterly terrifying. As he looked around, he soon found himself face to face with the leering white mask of the Hollow that had dragged him to Hueco Mundo. It was at least three times his size and seemed determined to devour him. There was no way in Hell he was going to be eaten.
At first he tried reasoning with it, calling upon his considerable eloquence to make it realize that he was most certainly not something to eat. But the words were hardly out of his mouth before it screeched and attacked. Panicked, he struggled once again to escape from its grip but to no avail. It possessed far greater physical strength than his little body could muster. As it pulled him closer to its mouth, Colin let out a scream and thrust his hand forward as if to shove the head back. Much to Colin’s and the Hollow’s surprise, that’s exactly what happened. The Hollow’s head snapped back from a sudden powerful gust of wind that seemed to come from Colin’s palm. In frantic desperation, Colin had instinctively reached for the power and strength that his soul possessed – shattering his Chain of Fate and temporarily turning the tables on his enemy. Howling, the Hollow dropped him in shock. It had never experienced such physically weak prey fighting back with such strength nor had it witnessed the sudden evolution of a new Hollow. But the shock didn’t stop it for long. Before Colin’s new mask had even finished forming, the Hollow was again attempting to consume him. And worse, the sudden release of reiatsu had attracted the attention of other nearby Hollows. Even as he struggled to fend off the first Hollow, more swarmed the battlegrounds – drawn by the tantalizing and delicious reiatsu that Colin was throwing around. It became complete chaos. In the frenzy, Hollow began to consume Hollow and Colin eventually found himself slowly losing his sense of self as the feeding frenzy slowed and a Gillian gradually took shape.
Time held no meaning for Colin now. He was simply a faceless part of an unthinking mass whose sole objective was to consume more and more of its own kind to feed its insatiable hunger. His mind simply floated along and for a time he forgot everything that had come before. There was only their hunger; only their drive to eat; only their brief satisfaction when they ate yet another Hollow. This lasted a century before a strange vision swam through what passed for the Gillian’s mind. It was a memory, but one that the Gillian did not immediately recognize. The ground was green in all directions. The fresh air was cool, moist and wonderfully refreshing as it gently caressed their face. The sky above was a flawless blue and the sun was bright and warm on their chilled flesh. There were humans in strange garb and a towering stone building in the distance. A strange tongue was being spoken to them and at first they did not recognize it. And then the words finally registered as a greeting in Scots-Gaelic. It was a language that only one of the Hollows was even remotely familiar with. That memory of a family vacation to Scotland dragged Colin from the abyss that he had been drowning in. Finally, blessedly awake once more, his personality began to assert itself over the Gillian.
Gradually, Colin’s mind began directing the Gillian mass with greater and greater ease as his control strengthened. A month later, the standard Gillian mask came to resemble a giant hawk’s face – the mask that Colin would have had if he had not become part of the Gillian. He was still driven by the insatiable hunger and he knew that there was no way anything but a fellow Hollow could even begin to satiate him. But that was hardly a deterrent. He simply did what had served him well in life – studied his victims, then manipulated them into the right position before striking them down. After about twenty years, he started manipulating other Gillians into fighting one-on-one with each other. Being more simple-minded than him, they readily listened to him and near the end of the fight, he would strike. By then they were too weak to fight him off, allowing him to defeat them both with a few Ceros and consume them. There was nothing more satisfying than the rush of accomplishment and power he felt after each successful manipulation. Soon, there was nothing he wanted more than to become more powerful and more persuasive – the better to manipulate stronger prey. This intense desire coupled with his wildly successful tactics naturally allowed him to evolve into an Adjuchas.
When he evolved two hundred forty-six years after arriving in Hueco Mundo, he took the form of a feathered, pure white griffin with a very slender and highly stylized mask that mimicked a living hawk’s head. Unlike the bulky and graceless Gillian, this new form was sleek and elegant – much more fitting for his personality. Over the course of the next sixty, he explored the limits of his new form’s abilities – its speed, its flight capabilities, even how it stood up in battle. Colin still wasn’t strong physically, but his analysis of his opponents coupled with a little imagination and his exceptional reiryoku allowed him to emerge victorious in the battles he was not able to avoid having. And his power only continued to grow as his soul matured in the harsh testing ground of Hueco Mundo. But somehow, he wasn’t yet satisfied. There was something missing, something that frustrated him to no end. He pondered this frequently during that second year, wondering what more he could possibly achieve – how much greater could he possibly become?
Oddly enough, the answer simply appeared before him one day as he wandered the sands of Hueco Mundo. During his four centuries in Hueco Mundo, he had avoided the infamous Las Noches – the stronghold of Barragan Louisenbarn, Hueco Mundo’s self-proclaimed king. But this particular day found Colin flying near the massive edifice. He knew that Barragan was dangerous – he doubted there was a being in Hueco Mundo who didn’t know this – but that day he was simply drawn to Las Noches. As he serenely flew by overhead, his attention was drawn to what seemed to be a speck wandering the sands disturbingly close to Las Noches. Curious, he cautiously drifted downwards to get a closer look. What he saw startled him. A slender woman with curly jet-black hair and paper-white skin was walking near Las Noches as if she was studying it. And the way that other Hollows seemed to scurry out of her path, he could only imagine the kind of power she wielded. But what astonished him was how human she looked. He hadn’t seen a human since his death and it shocked him to no end to see what appeared to be one wandering about without an apparent care in the world. As he did a quick circle above her, he noticed the remains of a Hollow mask on her face – as though she had taken her mask and simply ripped it away. She glanced up at him as he circled and he immediately darted away, instinctively terrified of the powerful inhuman reiatsu he sensed in her.
He had seen the mighty “Demon Queen” Zelena Angelis, though he didn’t know it at the time, and her appearance set him thinking. She was insanely powerful. That was pretty obvious, even from his brief study of her. And as he pondered the source of her strength, his mind continually returned to the fragmented mask on her face. It really had looked as though she’d ripped it away. He wondered if that was possible – if a Hollow could survive without their mask. He had always felt it was an integral part of him and the thought frightened him. But the woman had obviously been a Hollow and she was walking about just fine without a mask. He wrestled with the idea for six months before beginning his attempts at evolving once more. It took him forty years before he finally worked himself up enough to rip his mask away. The sudden shock of it nearly overwhelmed him and he collapsed in a writhing heap, hoping it would work and fearing that he would die. He blacked out briefly, but when he came to again he had successfully evolved once more. Looking down at his body, he was surprised to find himself in his current form – a svelte, towering, effeminate man. He was completely naked, but his hair was pulled back in its current style and a long, curved sword in a blood-red sheath lay beside him. He shakily rose to his feet with the sword in hand, marveling at the power he felt sleeping in his new weapon and coursing through his new body. He did not yet have a name for it, but he had become an Arrancar – the very pinnacle of Hollow evolution. It was thrilling and intoxicating and the first thing he did was hunt down another Hollow to eat. He was famished after all the excitement of evolving once more. Who could blame him?
For the next two hundred twenty years he went back to wandering through Hueco Mundo, manipulating others into becoming his food, testing his newfound strength, and learning how to use and awaken his Resurrección. His favored method of preying on others – namely walking around Hueco Mundo as naked as the day he was born and seducing anything in sight – earned him the title The Incubus and he holds it proudly. His prolific appetite and conquest eventually drew the attention of Aizen when the Shinigami arrived in and conquered Hueco Mundo. He listened politely to the Shinigami’s petition, but politely declined in the end. If he wanted power, he would earn it on his own and not through some magical mumbo-jumbo. He swore to Aizen that he would not attempt to interfere with the Shinigami’s plans, so long as he was left in peace. This apparently satisfied the Shinigami and Colin was once again left to his own devices. He watched from afar as the Shinigami built up its army of Arrancar. He had no interest in joining, but he wanted to be certain that the Shinigami both left him alone and didn’t destroy his home. He was impressed by what Aizen accomplished, but it was no surprise when he learned that Aizen had ultimately been defeated.
About a year after Aizen’s defeat, Colin found himself drawn back to Las Noches – and to its new ruler, Zelena Angelis. He once again found her wandering the sands near the fortress, but this time he didn’t flee. He stood his ground as she approached and when she stopped about six feet from him, he bowed and greeted her cordially. When she asked what his purpose was in approaching Las Noches with not a scrap of clothing on his person and just a bullwhip in his hands, he said that he simply wanted to thank her for inspiring him to seek out greater strength. “I had been lost before I saw you. Without your example of the heights one can attain, I might never have obtained what I now possess. That deserves some sort of thanks, though there are not enough words in any language to express my gratitude.” She laughed at that and asked if he would rather show his gratitude through actions by joining her rapidly growing army. The only condition was that she would like to see him put some clothes on first. Surprised but pleased, he readily agreed to serve her and did so faithfully. Now that she no longer leads the Espada, Colin has stepped forward and taken control – refusing to follow anyone that is not his Queen. RP SAMPLE:This Nayeli listened well for an Alagaesian. Genji thought for a brief moment that perhaps this continent held hope after all. The notion died quickly. They were all senseless barbarians. Look at the way his troops gawked at the princess. Or whatever she was. Had they no pride? No honor? No sense of respect for either themselves or for their fellows? The more he thought on it, the more it galled him. “You there.” He jabbed a finger at one of the gawkers. The man jerked slightly and looked at Genji. Something like fear shone in his eyes as the count stalked over to him. “Get up and spar with me.” The icy gaze drew the man swiftly to his feet, sword in hand. A cruel grin split the count's face.
It was another two hours before Genji finally left the training field. He would have stayed longer, but it was getting to be time for the evening meal. Not to mention the fact that there were effectively no more sparring partners for him besides his guards. And where was the fun in that? They were more interested in their own specialties – which left him with no one really worth sparring against. Not with swords, at least. He might as well have napped or something. Or find some new texts to read. He had steadily worked his way through the Citadel library and was nearing the end of it. These people were so troublesome. Genji made his way through the quieting streets of Teirm, his four guards in formation around him. As always, the people stared and murmured. It seemed they would never become accustomed to the sight of him. Genji's mood was less than pleasant when the group arrived at the Citadel. His personal attendant stood outside the doors, waiting for them. She seemed eager - almost anxiously so. This did not please him. His arms crossed as he ascended the final step and he glared at her. “Are there fresh clothes waiting for me, Emily? Water drawn, that I may shower briefly before dinner?”
“There are certainly clothes for you, Lord Genji. The ones I ordered have finally arrived!” Emily ducked back into the Citadel. Genji's eyes narrowed. Her voice was too...bright. She was normally a cheery girl to begin with, but even this was too much. It could not bode well. He followed her in and stopped in shock. The only indication that shock was what stopped him was a slight widening of his eyes. His arms slowly lowered, the hands clenched into fists. Throughout the entryway were several servants and slaves. All stood by various boxes and trunks. All held some article of clothing - shirts, pants, cloaks, even underwear. And each one in some absolutely outlandish color. Or at least they were outlandish to Genji's simple tastes. Violets and oranges and sunshine yellow…was that a pair of pink boxers he was staring at? What sort of blue was that supposed to be? Unforgivable. He looked at the brightly grinning girl. Her smile faltered slightly at the glower he directed at her. “…Are you not pleased, my lord?” Behind him, Rikuto snickered.
And Genji snapped for the second time that day. He walked calmly over to the girl and slapped her. The resounding thwack echoed in the silent entry hall, followed by a softer thud and an “Oh!” as Emily fell to the floor. Genji's chest rose and fell rapidly as his anger escalated. Was this the height of her idiocy? Or was there greater incompetence that she could perpetrate? He had no intention of letting her show him. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her to her feet, earning a sharp yelp of pain. He slapped her to the floor again. “Do I look pleased, Emily? Do I?” He turned and leapt towards Rikuto. Without pause, he pulled her sanjiegun from the holster on her hip and turned back to Emily. The girl let out a shriek and attempted to rise as Genji put the three sections of the staff together. As she was about to run, he lashed out at her legs with the staff and knocked her back down. “When have I ever worn such…such…garish, reproachable, unspeakably horrendous, filthy, wretched clothing?” As he slipped into his native Itasan, he landed a solid blow on the girl's body with each word that flew from his mouth. She screamed with each hit, sobbing between blows. “I am Genji Lantieri, the Itasan Count of Teirm! Itasan, do you hear me? Not some filthy Alagaesian whore-noble who loves nothing better than to make a shocking and vile spectacle of himself! My blood is not as tainted as that!” He beat at nearly every available inch of her body. Only her head and neck did he leave untouched. When it soon became obvious that he wasn't going to stop any time soon, Rikuto and Raiden stepped in and grabbed his arms to drag him away from the now-silently sobbing girl. He landed one final kick upon her as Mami and Hiroshi wrested the sanjiegun from him. He breathed heavily for several minutes, his eyes wide and enraged. Once Rikuto and Raiden were certain Genji wouldn’t leap at Emily as soon as he was free, they released their grip on him. His breathing remained heavy, pulled as he was by the tides of his anger. “I will not have this imbecilic whore working in my Citadel. I will not tolerate her presence here. Dismiss her and cast her from my sight. I care not what you fools do with her after she leaves the gates! JUST GET HER OUT OF HERE AND GET THE DAMN CLOTHES OUT OF MY SIGHT!” The servants and slaves scurried to obey his orders. Clothes flew back into their respective containers while several of the servants gingerly lifted the beaten Emily up and carried her out of the Citadel. Genji stood there with his eyes closed, trying to rein in his emotions with several Itasan meditation techniques. CLASS/LEVEL:MT-1 STATS:HAN: 15 REI: 21 HAK: 22 SEI: 22 BUK: 21 HOH: 26 Points Earned: 1 Total points: 126
I am the hawk among the hens. CBOX/OOC NAME:Ellie OTHER CHARACTERS:Sayuri Ualas – Freelance Human Tahno Soukup – Obelisk of Chastity |
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