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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 20, 2013 18:48:13 GMT -5
Gangrel's silvery white irises remained turned upwards towards the sky, fixed on the smokey grey clouds rolling over the blue expanse above. It was a look of wonder on his face - the heavens were beautiful, and he beheld them with reverence. He patiently observed the transition from blue to grey, and from dry to wet, as the overcast rainclouds released their gentle downpour. His white hair became heavy with dampness as it fell around his scarred face... he shut his eyes for a time and simple enjoyed the cool moisture pattering his form, as the smell of wet concrete filled the air.
He was atop a three story public library, complete with a roof that had railing and lawn chairs strewn about it, all of which had rusted parts and were well worn. Their occupants quickly snatched their newspapers and coffee mugs, scuffling back into the library in a hurry. Gangrel lowered his head and faced the humans with a quaint smile, as if amused by their short sightedness. For centuries, he would've given anything to have gotten soaked in the rain like this. Yet they ran from it - unaware that it could one day be taken from them. He envied their fortune... but he had it for himself, too, and that did much to please him.
Stepping over to the lawn chairs, the clicks of his skeletal armor could be heard against the stone floor as he sat carefully in the sturdiest looking chair However, it immediately began to creak threateningly, causing him to hop back up with a startled urgency. He sighed as he examined the actual mechanics of the old chair, realizing it probably would snap if someone his size shifted their full weight into it. He rose and looked around at the others, seeing one less promising one nearby that was patched up.
With a shrug, he approached the other chair. It looked to be older than his first choice... and a bit less comfortable, but he took a slow experimental seat in it anyway to test it's durability. Surprisingly it was quite stiff - perhaps it was rusted shut in the joints so much they wouldn't snap, he thought, but he knew that wouldn't work. It might've just been a good chair... settling into it he folded his hands over his chest and peacefully shut his eyes, smiling in satisfaction. How he loved to be here in the human world, away from all the terrors he had seen in Hell.
But his eyes reopened slowly, revealing their blood red scleras. A familiar sensation had roused him... the sense of formidable reiatsu, not so different from his own. He kept an eye out but made no attempts to totally hide his presence, simply remaining natural. If it came seeking him there was no alternative but to face it, he resolved; only a coward hid from their battles.
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Post by Canaan Arterius on Oct 26, 2013 20:22:50 GMT -5
[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);] WORD COUNT: 715TAGGED: GangrelNOTES: Come at me bro!You should let the past, stay in the past.
To let it consume you, will be your downfall.
It had been a while since Canaan had decided to visit the Human World. However, she was not their on vacation, no, she had been assigned the boring mission or general surveillance and recon of Naruki City. Seriously, someone clearly had it in for her, she had been up to her neck recently in rather pointless surveillance missions that were better suited to new recruits rather than a Captain of her level. It was a mockery of her position.
She had been here for an hour and already loathed the place. She disliked the human race. They were weak, pathetic, ants that she most often stepped on. Sure, she could not help it if her attacks, especially those of her Shikai and Bankai happened to kill those unlucky bystanders. She sighed, coming to the mental conclusion that complaining about it would not sort it. Nothing would sort it.
As she walked down the street, she looked up into the heavens, frowning as it started to rain, just to piss on her mood even more. She was glad that she was not in her Gigai, only few spiritually aware humans could see her, the less the better. She was about to call it quits and return to the Soul Society when she sensed an unknown, yet formidable reiatsu not to far away from her current position. She was intrigued, it did not belong to an Arrancar, nor Quincy, Fullbringer or Bount. It was foreign and that made her changed her path, turning on her heel, she began walking towards the source of the reiatsu. She had heard small talk from the Research and Development Division back in the Soul Soceity of a new race which had emerge from hell itself. They were only known as Sin's and as such, any other information gained was speculation.
She was beginning to get excited for that very reason. She would be the first to engage this unknown enemy, however at the same time she was apprehensive, she had no idea of this beings abilities. Though, she doubted a Sin knew much of anything about a Shinigami, so perhaps it would underestimate her like so many had done before. She turned the corner, eying the library that stood not to far from her. Her eyes darted to the third floor, where the reiatsu was coming from. She decided to take the stairs up, sure it was slower, but she had no desire to rush to meet this being. If anything, she would make him wait in the rain. As soon as she entered the front doors of the library, she unleashed some of her spiritual pressure, not all of it, but enough to alert the being on the third floor and hopefully get the message that someone was coming to ruin its day.
She had no desire for a flashy or dramatic entrance and opted to open the door to the third floor rather than kick it down. She had paid no heed to the humans who had fainted under the intensity of her spiritual pressure on the way up, she could not give a single fuck for them. Chances are that they would soon be dead, she had a feeling this battle would be destructive. She eyed the man which she guessed was the 'Sin' and the one who this formidable spiritual pressure belong to. She quickly took in his appearance, the damp white hair, the scars across his face, his rather cool skeletal armor. This was not how she pictured what a Sin would look like, if anything she expected him to be taller, more imposing, but perhaps there was more than met the eye with them. She had no idea and was eager to find out.
She began a slow walk to him, taking off her Captain's Haori and letting the light wind carry it off to the distance.
I would have knocked, but I doubt you were busy...I am Canaan Arterius, Captain of Squad Six. Enlighten me, who the fuck are you? and be quick about it, I do not want a life story. |
[/b] She drew her zanpakuto with her right hand and let it rest by her side, instantly telling the man that there would be a fight if he did not answer her. [/div] CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN! [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 26, 2013 21:22:11 GMT -5
No doubt much would be expected of one who called himself the very Sin of Envy. "Gangrel the bitter" was a name floating throughout Hell that brought an unnerving shudder through those whom heard it. His reputation had once simply been as a master of forging weapons and armor from the deathly corpses and eldritch substances throughout the infernal plane, an essential trade for the Togabito whom had no natural Zanpakuto of their own, yet one rare for their terrible habit of violently slaughtering one another only to seek revenge shortly after their inevitable rebirth. His name was also associated with countless instruments of torture, used as a means to make examples out of those stepping into his territory. One should've expected nothing less of the brute other than to be the villainous stuff of dreadful tales, yet a different sight entirely awaited Canaan. He was sitting comfortably in an old lawn chair which was now soaked by the rain. The sin's legs were crossed and the general impression of him was quite mellow... aside from the skeletal armor he wore. The occasional spark of lightning brought greater illumination to his scarred yet somehow not so frightening features. He eyed her with only mild interest. The sin then stood, standing just eight and a half inches taller than her. Built well, but still much smaller than his lofty reputation, this particular Togabito had an odd charisma about him second only to Pride's. He unflinchingly withstood her question. He even seemed distracted for a moment as his eyes followed the motion of her discarded haori, watching it drift gracefully with the storm's rising winds until it became too heavy with rainwater to float and made a slow descent to the grey pavement that composed the web of streets crossing about the city. He didn't seem particularly angry with her words or demeanor, though he felt displeased with the way she'd likely crushed the humans present here with her reiatsu... though with her being a Shinigami, the former Arrancar knew she'd likely be cleaning up the mess of all the souls she'd just pried out of their mortal vessels. He rolled his neck to the side, then around, popping it in sequence before extending a bone-clad arm to his side. From his eyes and between the individual plates of his armor, blood began to rush unnaturally in a gentle but unearthly flow from Gangrel's body, eventually swirling lengthwise around his outstretched arm. "You didn't have to kill those people." He said, and it was utterly awful having to speak it. He actually felt like the 'good' guy here, a sensation that was terribly awkward for the otherwise daunting Sin of Envy. The swirling blood then took a vertical form running through his hand, occluding it in the strange bloody vortex, until all at once the blood evaporated - a thick red mist spread out suddenly, showing now only a morbid greatsword in his outstretched hand where the sanguine liquid had once been. It possessed a cross hilt composed of grooved horns, bearing a skull at the hilt's core. The actual grip itself was a blade at it's bottom, sharp and everything, but the first half of the blade's midsection was actually hollowed out to make room for a secondary grip that was actually in the blade itself, which was more skeletal and spine-like design. Gangrel's other hand soon grasped it, and he rotated the blade in strange motion so that it's tip was pointing at her. "I'm Gangrel." He casually remarked, as if this was all no big deal. The skull on his blade vibrated for a moment. A spectral hum was released from it's maw, followed by a secretion of rich red blood that began to perforate throughout the entire weapon, spilling halfway towards the ground before the blood began to rise and spiral around the sword. The Togabito slowly flared his bright red reiatsu, which was accompanied by a violent outburst of pitch black static that felt very Hollow-like in nature. Gangrel himself might've felt alien, yet oddly reminiscent of the masked souls, as he had been one before being sent to Hell. Both his sword and his body seemed to be giving off reiatsu - a trait that usually was only expressed by Zanpakuto. [/i] Charging [/ul] [/color][/ul] |
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Post by Canaan Arterius on Oct 27, 2013 18:01:34 GMT -5
[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);]WORD COUNT: 929TAGGED: GangrelNOTES: Yeah, Bankai! You should let the past, stay in the past.
To let it consume you, will be your downfall.
Canaan had initally been annoyed with the man withstood her question, not even so much as a flinch. It would appear that his was perhaps immune to her method of intimidation, or maybe he just could not give two fucks. She had tracked the mans eyes as they followed her Haori drifting gracefully with the storms rising winds. She also noticed that the man was a good few inches taller than herself, eight and a half inches to be precise, not that it would matter much. The bigger they were, the further they would have to fall.
She watched as he rolled his neck to the side, then around, popping it in sequence, she rolled her eyes and almost scoffed. Why do all men insist on doing such a trivial thing before a fight? |
[/i] She was slightly intrigued when the man extended his bone-clad arm to his side. Then looking back at the mans eyes, she noticed blood beginning to rush unnaturally from them and between the individual plates of his armor in a gentle but unearthly flow from his body, eventually swirling lengthwise around his outstretched arm. She raised an eyebrow, but remained still. He decided to finally speak, something about how she did not need to kill those people. She scoffed and shook her head in a disappointing manner. She honestly did not understand why other spiritual beings put up such a fuss over them, they were millions of humans, whats a few dead going to do? Before she could respond however, the swirling blood caught her attention. It had taken a vertical form running through his hand, occluding it in the strange bloody vortex, until all at once the blood evaporated. She had never seen a technique or perhaps even a summoning such as this, however, she had to wonder as to whether or not this was an release to enter a greater form, remember she knew very little about the Sins. A thick red mist caused her to take an offensive stance, her eyes narrowed on the morbid greatsword that now appeared in his outstretched hand. She took in the sword in great detail, she had never seen one such as this before. It possessed a cross hilt composed of grooved horns, bearing a skull at the hilts core. The first half of the blades midsection was actually hollowed out to make room for a secondary grip that was actually the blade itself which had a more skeletal and spine-like design. His other hand soon grasped it, rotating the blade so that the tip was now pointing towards her. Nice.[/i] He finally introduced himself as 'Gangrel', Canaan immediately storing the name and putting it to the back of her mind for the time being. She noticed the skull on his blade vibrate for a single moment, a spectral hum being released from it's maw, quickly followed by a secretion of rich red blood that began to perforate throughout the entire weapon, spilling halfway towards the ground before the blood began to rise and spiral around the sword. Gangrel the flared his bright red reiatsu which was accompanied by a violent outburst of pitch black static that Canaan had to admit felt very Hollow-like in nature. Perhaps he had previously been an arrancar or Espada. Regardless, she felt no need to take in anymore and decided to make a move, she had a feeling this fight was not going to be an easy one and as such, went straight into Bankai. I believe I would being doing you a disservice by attempting to fight whilst in Shikai. I shall give you my all, it is all I can do. Tch. No hard feelings if I kill you, just business, as those humans say.[/b] She chuckled. Bankai; Tokihanatsu Anata no Mugen Fukushū.[/b] It had been a while since Canaan had last activated her Bankai. Canaan's blade was the first thing to change as she entered her Bankai. It's normally curved blade straightened out completely, while the dull steel color changed into an unique dark purple. The hilt of her Wakizashi was now covered in dark-grey bandages, whilst spiked chains wrapped themselves tightly around the hilt and consequently Canaan's right hand. Her blade also became decorated on both sides with and engraving of an dragon surrounded by flames. The flames let of a light purple glow, while the dragons eyes themselves glowed a dark purple. Canaan's entire right hand became covered in in the same bandages as her swords hilt, also, the spiked chains wrapped themselves around her hand and entire right arm. Her hair grew longer, reaching her shoulders instead of her neck, changing color to a dark purple. Her eyes also changed color, leaving there natural red and adopting a rather unearthly purple. The bottom half of her face was no longer bare, dark-grey like bandages covered it and carried on until they reached the collar bone. All the while, the environment began to change, the air temperature sky-rocketed, so much so that all moisture nearby was instantly evaporated, the unconscious humans inside the Library were now dead, she knew that much. A flash fire erupted from her being, covering an area of at least 100 meters, it completely leveled the library they were standing on, along with buildings in the surrounding vicinity. She landed rather gracefully on the rubble of what had previously been the library. Swiping her sword, she pointed it towards the Sin. I believe we can begin Gangrel, unless you want to say a pray for the humans I have just killed?[/b] [/div] CODED BY ACRYLIK ON BTN! [/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Gangrel Orsino on Oct 30, 2013 17:56:43 GMT -5
Gangrel concentrated on preparing the Jormungandr technique; named after a serpent of Norse legend, it took focus to pull off, but if successful it just might have had the stopping power to end this Shinigami. He only cared to do this quickly so humans would not die needlessly as a result of their conflict. Having lived as a Hollow and a Sinner, he didn't want anyone to be sent to such a fate... especially not as a result of his own actions. The malevolent glow around the sword expanded. The blood swirling around it began to move in more coordinated, cleaner streaks, much more unnatural. With control of the blood mastered the weapon simply began producing in much greater quantity, creating an expanding mass of sanguine fluids. Gangrel's focus was soon brought elsewhere, however. The Shinigami was releasing bankai; the same technique that had killed him as an Arrancar, although he had been facing two Shinigami as well as their subordinates at that time. His eyes widened with fear. He was not afraid for himself; but he had been carefully using his own reiatsu, and knew her violent release would crush the lives of all the surrounding humans like a sledgehammer smashing through a row of glasses. They never stood a chance. Shouting violently he tried to stop her before it was too late. "No! Stop, we can go somewhere el--" He cried out, but was silenced by the sudden flash flare. Jumping back off the remnants of the collapsing building his reiatsu flared beneath his feet, showing as a red glow shrouded in black static. He trembled as he looked down at the devastation, not even looking at her transformed weapon; his eyes were on the mangled limbs of the countless humans dead or dying in the aftermath of her release. He could even see pluses forming - souls who would be traumatized forever. He could not find a reason for their deaths... this was just injustice, and done by the hand of one who was expected to uphold righteousness and order. His lips turned into a scowl of hatred as he lowered, standing on the ground some twelve feet away from the girl, the only souls present being the moans of the dying humans buried under countless crushed rocks and the whirling blood around the Sin's powerful sword. "They will appreciate your head far more than prayers when I give it to them." He replied, to her callous words. His left eye was twitching, though his hands remained steady on his blade. Rotating it halfway, he swung the sword in a surprisingly quick upwards slash, but obviously the Shinigami was nowhere near close enough to be struck by the blade itself; however, a tall crescent of blood was flung from his weapon, the charged product of the technique he had been closely preparing during her boasts and subsequent massacre. The tall crescent surged, absolutely radiant with a murderous red glow shroudedin black static, just as Gangrel himself had been; the blade cut through the debris and would bisect both physical objects and reiatsu alike, moving with tremendous power. Manipulated by Gangrel's will it would pursue the woman relentlessly, as the embodiment of his will to avenge those she had slain. Reading his blade once more, he dashed outwards and around towards the female through the air, holding his blade to his chest. From the jaw across it's midsection, a tooth spawned, quickly sprouting into a large serrated fang that snapped off from the bone and metal of Gangrel's massive blade violently. It was flung outwards and a flow of blood seemed to spew from pores across it's surface, yet began to move unnaturally, pointing it's sharp tip towards the captain before diving in towards her. It's saw-tooth edge moved with alarming speed - faster than her or Gangrel for that matter. The blade was moving towards her left elbow, aimed to shred through tendons and cripple the arm while the crescent of blood Gangrel has released was aimed to cut her vertically down the core of her body.. Both his attacks were homing in nature, but a third was soon to join them; second after the Tooth of Fafnir had been released, Gangrel flung his greatsword at the female, but it began to move with force beyond what his throw originally provided. Aiming for her with it's tip wherever she went, this blade was driving towards her lower stomach - aimed for her womb, an attack on her womanhood to leave her reproductive organs beyond repair. The blade seemed to glow and move on it's own, an ability of the Sin's true form. [/i] [/color][/ul] |
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Post by Canaan Arterius on Nov 4, 2013 14:13:04 GMT -5
[atrb=width,455,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, padding: 10px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/Hlcpz.png);]WORD COUNT: 1115TAGGED: GangrelNOTES: You should let the past, stay in the past.
To let it consume you, will be your downfall.
Canaan eyed the surrounding devastation her Bankai had caused upon activation. She for the most part was unaffected by the surprising amount of dead and mortally wounded humans. She cared little for their existence, they were mere ants to her, things that inevitably would always be crushed beneath her heel. She eyed one human in particular, a young women, no more than twenty. She was trapped, her legs crushed beneath one of the larger pieces of debris, she seemed to be reaching out for someone. She ignored her, and decided to focus her attention on the Sin. Perhaps now he was ready to actually attack rather than preach about killing humans.
There was not a large distance between them, not that it mattered, Canaan was more than fast enough to evade an attack if it came her way, or at least she would attempt to. Not to mention, she could easily close the distance and attack him but she decided against that, she wanted him to attack first, that way she would have some knowledge of the true power of his abilities and be able to make a strategy against him. That was the plan anyways, however, she knew nothing rarely ever went to plan. She rolled her eyes at what Gangrel said.
"You may come and try Gangrel...You will not be the first nor will you be the last."
She burst into movement the second the crescent of blood soared towards her. She had no intention of letting it hit her, that was for sure. She shunpo'd twenty feet to the left, her eyes following the crescent that seemed to be pursuing her. She frowned, she had honestly never been faced with an attack that would pursue her. It was both intriguing and thrilling. She decided to use this attack against Gangrel, there happened to be a lot of wounded people on the ground still. With a rather emotionless look on her face, she shunpo'd her way through the maze of debris and past the injured people, leading the crescent on a brief journey through the remains of the library. She grew bored of this however, there screams were rather annoying. She shunpo'd back to her original position, her left hand extended. Despite the fact that the crescent was heading directly for her from her left, she seemed awfully calm.
"Hado 33, Sokastui."
She was more than proficient enough to use the Kido to full force without the incantation. Once the torrent had erupted from her left palm and soared it's way towards the crescent, she did not need to pay it anymore attention. The kido was more than sufficient to destroy that crescent, if not then it's trajectory would be off enough to not be a bother, it would be too weak to do any serious damage to her. It was at this time that Gangrel seemed to have unleashed another attack. This time he was in the air, appearing to her right. She could do little else to counter act his second attack apart from erect a barrier.
"Bakudo 81, Danku."
An large rectangular translucent shield appeared to her right and just in time to block the attack that would have most likely killed her. She eyed the barrier, it seemed to be breaking from the shear force of his attacks. That caused some alarm for Canaan, however, she merely shunpo'd to another position. Perhaps she had been to calm as she did not see the sword until the last second. Her years of training saved her from the more serious damage, but she did not escape unscathed. She landed rather roughly on the ground, her body slowly coming to a halt some thirty feet from Gangrel. She frowned, she had managed to side step, hell, mid shunpo when the sword ripped a rather decent sized chunk out of her left side. The force, mixed with her already high momentum sent her flying.
She got to one knee and inspected the damage. It was not as bad as she expected, but it was one of those annoying wounds that would eventually cause her to withdraw from this fight. She had also picked up some scrapes and bumps from the 'crash' landing, they were not troublesome at all though. She clasped her left hand on the wound, glad that the hot air temperature was at least doing something to cauterize the open and bleeding wound. She activated Shōmetsu, needing to fully cauterize her wound if she was to stand a chance at beating the Sin. Canaan quickly became engulfed in her own unique purple flames, her wakizashi as well. She gritted her teeth in pain, the fire sure enough cauterized her wound. There would be pain, but that she could deal with, she was not out of this fight and would not be for a while.
She shunpo'd her way back to Gangrel, her eyes narrowed. Now coated in fire, she could and would deal out additional damage to the Sin.
"Close Gangrel, but I will never be so easily defeated."
She raised her left hand and decided to go off on the offensive, it was her turn to dish out some damage, or at least try to, she figured this Sin was stronger than herself. Not that she was bothered, she had beaten stronger opponents than herself before, this should be no different.
"Hado 4, Byakurai."
With her index finger pointed towards Gangrel, aiming for the left side of his chest, she unleashed a blast of blue energy, similar to that of a lightning bolt in appearance. She doubted her low level kido would do much to hurt or even stop the Sin but that was not her intention. She was trying to dictate his movements, by aiming at his chest, she hoped he would evade and move to the right. She shunpo'd and appeared to the right, she made quick to swipe with her sword, unleashing a blast of purple fire that would hopefully engulf Gangrel for a period of five seconds. This technique was known as Eien no Gekido. She knew that he would not be left disorientated afterwards as some opponents had been in the past. This man was too strong for that.
She shunpo'd above the Sin and waited for a mere five seconds before launching an assault from above. She slashed three times at him, the first aiming to split his head completely open, the second to cut his head off and the third to slice of his left arm. Even if no of the attacks landed, she would at least get to experience the mans sword skills and power he had behind each strike.
Bankai:
HAN: 10
REI: 21
HAK: 20
SEI: 21
BUK: 20
HOH: 21
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