Post by sharkk on Oct 23, 2013 0:49:49 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image:url(http://i.imgur.com/pN4s1.png); -moz-border-radius: 40px 0px 40px 0px; border-radius:40px 0px 40px 0px; padding: 10px; border: #181818 solid 10px; ] GERULF IRON-BRIER sex: male | sexual orientation: Straight | race: Arrancar ALIASES: Sky-Breaker, The "Nothing" Arrancar [Reference to his numberless ranking] AGE: 1221 AGE OF APPEARANCE: Early twenties NUMBER: N/a [0] ASPECT OF DEATH: Confidence RANK: Espada BASE FORM: Adjuchas APPEARANCE THE VISAGE NOW BE DEFIANT, THE LION FACE CLAIM: BLEACH -- BAZZ B HEIGHT: 6'2" WEIGHT: 185 LBS. APPEARANCE: Gerulf is quite leanly built, preferring to be toned rather than put on a mass of bulk which would slow him down. Oddly enough, despite his heritage his eye color and hair color are that of a quite bright violet colour. He also has various rune tattoos along his back and over his shoulders, stopping just shy of the center of his chest. This is matched by the healed wound at his left hip, a deep gash that bares obvious scar tissue. Standing at six feet and two inches tall he opts to wear clothing that is mostly form fitting. Attire wise he wears clothing that could be considered a mixture of a myriad of styles. Similar to Arrancar, Quincy, and Shinigami he keeps to a nearly all black and white attire, with an over flowing white cloak worn over whatever it maybe at times. BRIEF PERSONALITY GENERAL INFO GIVE THEM THE FIGHT THAT WILL OPEN THEIR EYES LIKES: -Attractive women DISLIKES: -Kids NEGATIVE TRAITS: -Violent POSITIVE TRAITS: -Honest EXTRAS: He's pretty much a laid back prankster who loves to fight and kill. He's pretty loyal to his fellow Arrancar, but won't hesitate to fight a fellow Espada to gain their position, albeit he sees this as a burden more than anything. He won't fight the injured, rather will give them time to rest or proceed with a mercy killing. One of his favorite past times is raining havoc down upon the local Hollow population. WEAPONRY/POWERS TOOLS OF WAR HANGMAN HOODED, SOFTLY SWINGING WEAPONS: Caja Negación [two] ZANPAKUTO: Name: Hretha [Famous Victory] Sealed Form: Gerulf's Zanpakuto is similar to others in that it is a sword. Yet, in this state the sword takes form of a double edged blade rather than the one sided katana and it's relatives. Reaching nearly four and a half feet long the blade lacks the width of ones he was used to wielding. As such it's more narrow build make leave him with a faster weapon that is capable of dishing out the same cutting power as a claymore, but housing the piercing capabilities of a rapier. The hilt of this sword is black with a dark golden pointed feature at the end, while another golden feature finds itself in the shape of an angel holding their own sword. Said angel's wings also extend away from the hilt itself which are capable of doing damage to others as well if they aren't wary. When speaking of or to Hretha he states she is of the female sex. RESURRECCION: Release Command: Blodsutgjutelse [Viz; Bloodshed.] Description: Calling forth his locked away power Gerulf gains a humanoid form related to his old Adjuchas state. This comes in the appearance of mostly purple segmented armor, though certain sections are tipped with a length of gold/yellow. Sprouting a hollow tail as well as a "backpack" of sorts that has [eight] similar protrusions, albeit they cannot move, he also gains four at his hairline. At his knees are also hollowed sections, though his gauntlets and foot armor merely obtain three small holes each. The rest of the armor consists of a red abdomen with a possible zipper as well as four teeth like augments at each corner, a yellow/golden belt buckle that sports similar holes as other segments, etc. His hair also gets a change, spreading about to a full head of purple hair tipped with a bit of gold/yellow while his eyes burn crimson red. In this form Hretha fades into his being once more, leaving him weaponless. Albeit his new primary weapon becomes his body itself, mostly due to the increase in his abilities. Type: Physical Augment Stat Upgrades: +4 HOH +2 HAK +2 HAN Techniques: |
Name: Skyhöga [Viz; Soaring in!.]
Type: Supplementary/Utility
Cooldown: 2
Cost: Med
Range: Short-Long
Description: Via the hollow tubes he gains upon his back [scratch knees] Gerulf can release powerful bursts of spiritual energy. In doing this he also brings his knees to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs, effectively becoming a cannonball. Launching himself in any desired location he is capable of large amounts of destruction if the blow connects.
For: Resurreccion
Name: Sköld [Viz; Shield!.]
Type: Defensive/Offensive/Supplementary
Cooldown: 2
Cost: Med
Range: Short
Similar to his "Soaring In" technique he releases spiritual energy from his hollowed protrusions. Except now instead of aiming himself in a direction, he manipulates it and molds it into a three meter diameter shield of violent energy. This shield is capable of interrupting attacks, blocking them, and can even be used to knock an opponent or two away as well. It can last as long as three posts if need be, creating a sort of "cost upkeep". Those who have higher HAK/SEI stats than Gerulf's own SEI can break the shield.
For: Resurreccion
Name: Odin's Vrede [Viz; Odin's Wrath!.]
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 4-6
Cost: High-Massive
Range: Mid-Long
Description: Clenching both fists and slamming them together as he releases spiritual energy from the holes within his gauntlets Gerulf will begin to build up a moderate to considerable amount of energy around his arms. Slowly bringing them together [fingers interlocking], behind, and to either side of himself he'll charge the energy for a moment or two longer. When the preparation is done he will launch his locked hands forward, opening his hands so just his wrists are touching. This releases a wild wave of energy that can extend dependent on the energy fueling it. The energy itself is deep violet with traces of black within it as well as "teeth" at it's front. This is considered to be Gerulf's current most powerful technique.
Name: Thor's Trodde [Viz; Thor's Thought!.]
Cost: Med-High
Range: Mid-Long
Description: By bringing his tail between his legs and forward, bending as it reaches his abdomen to face outward, Gerulf will build up bright violet spiritual energy. Releasing the energy makes it quite obvious that it is a Cero if not related as it burns forward. Yet, it's real use comes from the fact that the Cero branches into two separate beams that can be altered to move at 90° angle angles. The only drawbacks are Gerulf must remain still to retain control of either beam and that each beam can only alter it's course five times before they follow their final path.
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SEGUNDA ETAPA:
note that you cannot start off with segunda etapa. It can be learned once the character reaches MT-2.
description: explain how the appearance of your character changes during segunda and their basic ability. It should build upon the appearance in resurreccion.
type: either list an element, or something else that clearly represents the abilities this character will gain in segunda etapa. Be aware that abilities do not stack (except stat changes), so all resurreccion techniques are replaced with the segunda etapa techniques upon release.
stat upgrades: which stats increase in res and by how much? Only fill this out after you have been given your class/level.
techniques: may have 4 to start. Register these through creation before adding them to your application.
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HISTORY:
Born a year [792 AD] before the beginning of the great Viking Age, Gerulf found his home within Scandinavia. Born into a noteworthy clan of Vikings he had pretty much been bred for the purpose of being a warrior. Childhood was harsh as there was no room for weakness and no mercy was to be given. And despite his attempts at being a child he only received five lashings throughout his entire life. Taking to the rigorous training as he did the cold, he would not pause in it's wake.
With no other siblings to spend time with he'd obtain a dog and wolf hybrid pup after witnessing his Father slay it's Dire Wolf mother. And other than his training and his training of his new pet, which he named Gunjar, little would happen amongst his younger years. Save for when he turned ten and his Clan's only rival assaulted his own when they were preparing to move out for a raid. Fires raged as steel sang through flesh and bone.
Luckily prepared for travel and combat already they'd drive off their attackers, but at a cost of 1/3rd of their forces and nearly all of their food supply stolen or destroyed. Yet, already trained for harsher conditions Gerulf would step up like many others, refusing to let his/their clan die out like the runt of a litter. Working diligently to get more food and such before a harsh winter hit Gerulf would eventually find himself gaining praise from his father.
Twelve now he had already bested many of his peers and some of his seniors in combat, allowing him to join in on raids. Despite this he was not given any special treatment, not even from his father who was the clan leader. A foot soldier and nothing more when they landed for raids he was shrugged aside by many of his larger peers. Yet, his smaller size and speed allowed him to out maneuver them, allowing him to preform the duty mostly of a scout.
Aiding in his Clan's rise to "Fame" he was finally given the title of Heir at the age of sixteen. Slowly relaxing his harsh attitude though he became somewhat of a jokester amongst his people, though he was wary to not become a fool in his Father's eyes. Taking Gungnir out on a hunt one afternoon [now 21], Gerulf would eventually bag his game, a large deer, though shortly after came upon a lone female. Her furs light and her shivering obvious he took her to his village, leaving behind his kill.
Taking her directly to his father he spoke on wanting to keep her around to help the other females in their clan. This was mostly done because he believed the girl to be the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her name being Hretha, Gerulf nigh refused to send her back out into the cold. Gaining even more praise from his father due to his "demanding" he'd be noticed for his bravery and confidence, but warned not to do it again. And that night he'd lay with the wild girl, but pass out once they had finished.
Out like a rock he wouldn't notice the girl slitting Gungnir's throat outside of his hut or her venture to his Father's hut. Waking to roars and screams he was startled, Hretha was gone. Leaping from his bed he'd nearly fly outside, only to land in something thick and cold. Looking down he'd gain visage of what had happened, Gungnir had been killed. Clutching his only childhood friend tears would begin to roll down his burning cheeks. This would go on for a short while before he was approached by his mother, who told him of his father's death and that the girl had fled the village.
An outstanding amount of anger building up within him he'd immediately take the mantle of Clan Leader and prepare his fellow Vikings for a hunt. Setting out that very night they'd track the girl down for nearly a day before they found her sprinting through a large open field. Being the one to bring her down with a single arrow, piercing her calf, he'd dismount his horse and prepare to execute her. Yet, as he prepared to do so, so did a horn bellow from the woods opposite to himself and his Clan.
And out from the woods poured the only Clan he had ever wanted to decimate entirely, the only Clan he wanted to erase from history. The Bear Claw's charged forward on horseback, stopping just ten meters away from Gerulf and Hretha. With the girl quickly being introduced as the Bear Claw Leader's daughter, Gerulf would slit her throat without pause or any real sign of emotion. He had been tricked, he had been made a fool. Disgusted with himself he would speak to the Clan Leader, challenging him and his best men in combat alone to decide how the battle would commence. If he won, they'd murder the rest of the Bear Claws, if he lost then his Clan would join their ranks without hesitation.
Confident in his own capability he'd hold only his sword as he faced off against five behemoths of men. Despite the odds he would end up slaying the each and every one of the Bear Claw's "Best Warriors". Though he did receive quite a few bruises and wounds he stood prepared to face off against the Clan Leader who was backpedaling at this time. Realizing the man was a coward he'd lurch forward, throwing his sword as if it were a spear, hitting the man flush in the back and severing his spine, Gerulf was unprepared for the next action.
The Bear Claw's Leader would let out a roar of pain, yet the roar was applied to a simple word, "Charge!" Remaining confident, as well as the myriad of emotions running through him, he'd charge the Bear Claws alone, as his men were still quite a distance behind him. And by time they had reached him to aide him, he had already been cut down. Having done his best to dismount and kill all he could, Gerulf was, but a mortal and steel would be his undoing. Bleeding out he couldn't help, but wonder what would have happened if he had never met Hretha.
Passing on with his myriad of flaring emotions, the process of becoming a Hollow was interesting to say the least. Arising the next night he'd feed on the souls of those who had perished in the battle, Hretha first, then her Father and all of the fallen Bear Claw members before turning on the souls of his own men, devouring them as if he didn't even know them. Traveling along Scandinavia for quite sometime longer he would eventually find a way into Hueco Mundo after he had consumed enough souls.
Falling into a state of "Gluttony" due to his instincts he'd devour any soul he came across. He'd even learn a means to travel back to the mortal world, able to return their to consume even more souls. With the regaining of his own memories, thoughts, and overall consciousness he'd soon become a Adjuchas class Hollow. Taking shape of a purple beast with multiple hollow tubes along his back, head, etc. he'd bring terror upon other Hollows.
And while some sought to join him as servants in an attempt to gain his leftovers for power, they were simply devoured as well. This hunger and anger would eventually lead him to more notable areas in the mortal world, which would cause him to run into a Shinigami before too long. Not fully understanding what he was facing or caring he assaulted the being, hungry as ever. And though he suffered a grievous wound to his left side/hip, the Shinigami would fall pray to his might.
Returning to Hueco Mundo he didn't take the time to heal, instead he'd continue assaulting other Hollows. And despite his irritated wound he never gave up or showed any weakness, he didn't have time for it. Nearly losing his own soul due to this, many began to wonder if he was your average Adjuchas. Nonetheless the centuries went on and he became a bit more of a hermit, avoiding the others for sought after solitude. Despite this as time passed so did they change, a new being had entered their world offering considerable power.
Seeking the man he'd find himself amongst a moderate sized group of Adjuchas who were doing the same. But, once they had made contact it became obvious that they all weren't getting the power. So out of instinct and desire Gerulf slaughtered his fellow Hollows, devouring them and offering his abilities to this, man. Becoming an Artificial Arrancar he quickly became prospect for the6th to 7th position amongst the newly formed Espada, but fell short of the individuals given the positions, and instead he'd find himself as a mere guard, refusing to take any other number.
But, with the man's falling so did he leave the others, returning to a hermit life, all though he continued to assault his fellow Hollows and Arrancar as well as even hunted down a few Shinigami. Since then he has claimed himself an outcast and a rogue.
RP SAMPLE:
Sitting atop Aaroniero Arruruerie's former Palace Gerulf let his feet swing back and forth as he was on the edge of the roof. It had been only a short time since their fall and he did his best to avoid what remained of those who had followed him. Despite this he often frequented the very palace he sat upon, though he never really stayed for long. Digging a gloved pinky into his ear he'd remove a bit of earwax from it before flicking it to the sands below. "Tsk, shits so dull these days.....aint even seen another Arrancar in days now..."
Groaning and leaning back he'd eventually press his back against the roof, letting the sun blind him for no longer than a moment. But, in that moment his lack of overall focus would nearly cost him. A battle hardened being Gerulf was still not to be taken lightly, as such he'd roll to his right at the last second before allowing himself to preform a back handspring. Landing on his feet with Hretha already drawn he'd face his would be killer, a quite odd looking Arrancar from the looks of things.
They appeared to be conjoined twins of some sort, but it did little to shake Gerulf's resolve, after all there were countless odd Hollows and Arrancar alike. "Looks like we'll have to try a bit ha...."[/color] Rushing forward in a blink of an eye he'd appear to the duo's left, still slightly in front of them though, his own left elbow colliding with one's jaw. Following them as they were knocked clear off of the palace roof top, he'd wrap his arms around them, his free hand
gripping the wrist of his right. Bringing them down with a pile-driver, Gerulf had no words to speak as he rose in the cloud of dust/sand that erupted about.
It was odd, he thought by this point his name and appearance had been spread about enough in Hueco Mundo that none, but those of Espada or the former would seek his soul. Yet, apparently idiots still remained. Twirling Hretha as he circled about he'd watch on as the conjoined Arrancar rose, in shock, pain, and already bleeding from the mouth. "I know what you seek, but you aren't getting my power...I wonder though...What happens if one of you dies?!"
[/color]It was odd, he thought by this point his name and appearance had been spread about enough in Hueco Mundo that none, but those of Espada or the former would seek his soul. Yet, apparently idiots still remained. Twirling Hretha as he circled about he'd watch on as the conjoined Arrancar rose, in shock, pain, and already bleeding from the mouth. "I know what you seek, but you aren't getting my power...I wonder though...What happens if one of you dies?!"
Another burst of speed and he was to their right now, sword brought down at an angle to decapitate the assumed "leader" of the body after reading their minor movements for a moment. The remaining Arrancar let out a viscous scream of pain and began to struggle to move, staggering around like a spider that had just lost two legs. Tripping most of the time Gerulf almost chose not to follow the poor soul, but out of honour he was bound to finish the job.
But, this didn't mean he couldn't let the Arrancar continue on in pain for a bit longer. The weak deserved to suffer, he realized this the moment he had discovered Hretha [mortal] had betrayed him and his entire Clan after he had taken her in. Love was a weakness, forgiveness was even worse. Narrowing his gaze as his last memories as a mortal flooded his mind, triggering unadulterated rage, sadness, and a lust for bloodshed. "Blodsutgjutelse!! [Viz; Bloodshed]"[/color] The remaining Arrancar would now meet their end.
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CLASS/LEVEL:
do not fill this out until you are given your class and level by staff.
STATS:
HAN: 12
REI: 12
HAK: 13
SEI: 9
BUK: 11
HOH: 13
Points Earned: 0
Total points:
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WHO ARE YOU?
DON'T CLOSE THE COFFIN YET, I'M ALIVE
CBOX/OOC NAME:
SHARKK.
OTHER CHARACTERS:
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