Thurstan Trascis Complete Visored

Archangel, Tracy or Trace

He is 386 years of age.

He appears to be in his mid-twenties, perhaps 24 or 25.

None, formerly squad 6.

Freelance Visored

Betrayal Knows my Name – Hotsuma

6’0”

174 lbs.

He wears a white leather jacket over a dark blue button-up with black slim fit jeans and sneakers. He wears a ring on his right index finger. The ring is sterling-silver with a sapphire embedded in the center. Around the sapphire are silver wings holding it in place. His ears are symmetrically pierced but he wears two rings on his left ear and only one on his right. A scar across the right side of his lips, leaves a pale line across his lips. His blonde hair is chaotic but clean. His eyes are multicolored, slowly alternating from grey, to green, to blue and back again as time goes on. He has a sharp jaw, and a good complexion, making him reasonably attractive.
He’s got a thin athletic build suited for acrobats and freerunners. He stands upright with shoulders high, making a point not to slouch. Some would see this and call it pompous, but he sees it as his expression of pride. He carries himself like a noble.

Reading- Thurstan has always had an interest in literature and storytelling, particularly in human fiction. He’d read thousands of novels in his lifetime, using most of his spare time and money to grab onto new stories and books. However, he’s never been one to get lost in a dream.

Dreaming- This doesn’t mean that Thurstan dislikes dreaming. In fact, he’s spent a fair amount of time developing the ability to lucid dream. This means that when he is dreaming, he is able to understand the fact and control the dream itself. He’s perfected the skill of landscape development and dream control and can essentially go anywhere or do anything.

Motorcycles- Thurstan craves human vehicles, particularly those that are fast, sleek, and let him outrun even some of the faster spirit entities. His motorcycle is angular and sharp. He practically lays down on it when he drives and it’s blue and white color combo make it look like a bird flashing past the other vehicles. He has a strange desire to obtain a human military jet, though. He’d probably never leave the thing if he did get one.

Coffee (and vodka)- When Thurstan first came to the world of the living and entered a Gigai, the first drink he was introduced to was coffee. Since then, it has become his favorite drink, and as such, he goes out of his way to only drink it on occasion. For a while after becoming practically addicted to the stuff, the taste started to disgust him. He didn’t have coffee for almost twelve years after that until one day when he mixed vodka with a glass of the stuff and discovered his new favorite beverage. Coffee and Vodka.

Long, hot showers- Trace likes to think and showers are the perfect place to do that. Whenever he finds a place to wash his clothes, he’ll head into the nearby hotel, sneak into a room, and take an incredibly long shower. The warmth keeps his muscles loose and his mind intact. If he didn’t take these times to think, he’d likely go insane. Or, at least that’s his excuse.

Mangos- His favorite fruit. Some people hate them; others love them, but Thurstan can’t resist a good mango when he passes it by. If someone offers him fruit, he asks for mango. He’ll have it on Pizza instead of pineapple, or he’ll put a sliver in his salad or on his steak if he can. He loves the stuff and can’t seem to get enough. Some people have witnessed his strange eating habbits and commented on it

“Plain” vehicles- He’s not one to see an SUV and say “Oh, I like that color.” No. If he can outrun it in his bike, it’s not even worth looking at. He’ll judge people based on the vehicle they drive, as well. It’s a light judgment, but it does tell him something about who they are. Though, he usually forgets it if they give him a reason to. Amazingly enough, the only collateral damage that he will accept is damage to crappy vehicles.

Math- He hates it with a passion. He’s not bad by any means, but his lack of patience makes the monotony that is mathematics to simply infuriate him. He’ll avoid doing actual math in any situation. Calculation in battle is one thing, because that’s not really math, it’s just theory, and that he doesn’t mind. He hasn’t touched a calculator in almost three years and he doesn’t plan to anytime soon.

Arrogance and Ignorance- Particularly people that deem themselves superior to others or believe that they are entitled to things without reason. Already impatient, his patience for people like this is miniscule. Although, he does have friends that can be arrogant, it’s only because their positive attributes outweigh this one. He also doesn’t appreciate people that tend to be stuck in their ways. He likes those who have open minds and are willing to look into new ideas rather than the things they know. Anyone who’s willing to learn is a friend of his.

Microwave dinners and Seafood- Hates them. He hates the smell of fish and he hates the mushy crap that comes out of those little plastic microwave trays. They really are just hideous. Besides, since he has to save his money and spend it wisely, microwave dinners are hardly a good choice for him. They don’t provide enough nutrients for the amount of money they tend to cost. This goes for most packaged food. Seafood just makes him sick. The smell isn’t his friend, nor is the texture or taste. He doesn’t mind crab, but anything else is a no go.

Gangsters- Humans that go around beating others to a pulp because they think they can just make Thurstan want to hurl. He has no patience for these people and when he comes across them, will simply kick the living shit out of them, call an ambulance, and leave.

Collateral damage- He doesn’t mind structural damage, but he can’t live with himself if a bystander gets hurt during a battle of his. He often makes sure that his fights take place away from the general populace, unless it can’t be avoided.

–impatient: He hates waiting around, constantly wishing to move or do something. He would rather hunt the enemy, than wait for him to arrive. This can be tiresome for himself. This also brings him to boredom, which can be an issue considering that he does have a jokester in him.

Relatively Cocky- His confidence boarders on cockiness, often thinking he can take opponents far more powerful than he is. This can also lead to believing he can defend far more people than he is capable of alone. He’s created a safe zone for himself, where he can rest assured that he won’t lose to anyone, ever. Everytime he’s defeated, though, it opens his eyes a little more. He may play it off as a fluke or his opponent getting lucky, but he silently understands the true situation.

-known to be passive aggressive: Very rarely is he overtly rude to those he dislikes, but he does have a tendency to throw out blatantly snarky comments in their direction. He’ll also ignore people if he doesn’t feel like speaking with them, and has a solid excuse for every reason he doesn’t like someone.

-wise and observant: He always takes the time to observe situations. He is very aware of his surrounding and the things he hears, sees, smells, and senses. Although cocky and impatient, he isn’t rash or naiive. He’s developed a keen understanding of people and the way the world works. Never taking anything for granted, he has made the most of his life, and the lives of others.

-mostly friendly: He does try his best to be kind and generous to those around him, never making enemies on purpose. He almost always has a smile on his face and has enough to talk about that he can engage in a conversation with almost anybody on all sorts of topics from deep and sentimental to light and humorous.

-very protective: He is extremely protective of all his friends or those that work for and with him. He’s made an oath to give his life for anyone that he can save. When he’s around he believes that none of those that depend on him will ever come to harm.

He’s right handed, and hearing is his most adept sense. He avoids combat whenever he can but he considers it an inevitability and isn't afraid to charge in at a moment's notice.

He has a thing for blonde chicks, particularly humans. This might explain why his Zanpakuto is a blonde female, yet he has no sexual attraction towards his partner. She is his closest friend, though. And they talk on a regular basis.

Thurstan has few friends and tends to work alone, but he makes a point to go out of his way to fight alongside the Quincy and Fullbringers nearby. They trust him, but they aren't friends. He's currently fighting alongside the Consecro against the Sins.

He admires humans and tries his best to remember his own human life, but long years as a Shinigami have taken their toll on his memory and he remembers little to nothing about his life. That doesn't stop him from relating to humans better than anyone else, though.

Sexualy, Thurstan isn’t very active, but he doesn’t shy away from women by any means. He will always speak to a pretty girl and introduce himself. Whether anything comes out of it or not, that just depends. He’s very fatherly to those he cares about, and practices caution and careful planning over emotional reaction and instinct. He’s also managed to perfect the art of cursing, able to string together a paragraph of cusses without repeating himself even once. He mostly does it for fun, but he’s also a casual foul-mouth. He’ll throw cusses around like they were normal words. People have noted this behavior as stupid or immature, but in all honesty, it’s just the way he talks.

Most importantly, Trace has developed such an intimate control over his Zanpakuto and his own reiatsu, that he can convey emotion with his spirit energy. By increasing and decreasing the release of energy and even altering the wavelengths at which the energy travels, he can depict many different emotions, allowing him to silently communicate his mood or feelings to those around him. He’s able to comfort others, tell them that he’s mad or upset or even laugh without saying a word. He can even simply make people feel uneasy, like an itching feeling in the back of their head.

No, he carries none.

name: "白ナイト" Shiranaito (White Knight)

sealed form: It takes on the appearance of a standard katana, however, the guard is cross shaped and the phrase “I am the Angel’s reach.” is etched into the blade. The wrappings of the hilt are white, instead of the standard black.

spirit: Shiranaito is female. She’s blonde and tends to wear her hair in a bun or ponytail. Her personality resembles that of an angel, very calm and collected. She is quiet and prefers to listen than to speak, an aspect that Thurstan tends to neglect. She isn’t almighty in her opinion of herself, though, and has a humble way about her, often being found in the streets of Thurstan’s inner world. Yet, despite her angelic demeanor, she can also be utterly human, teasing Thurstan, cracking jokes, and other normal social behaviors. Her appearance changes with each release. Some images would best be used to depict her:
- The first image depicts her appearance without any release.

-The second is Shikai

-The third is Bankai
inner world: His inner world alters depending on circumstance, release, and mood. Mood changes the weather to reflect it, while release changes the environment and circumstance changes the state of said environment. Without release, his inner world is a modern bustling American megacity full of people and sounds. Upon Shikai, the world changes to a mountainous plain full of grass and high peaks. When in Bankai, his inner world becomes a medieval fortress with a surrounding city all on an island in the middle of a large lake full of white water.

release command: Mujitsu o mamoru (Defend the innocent), Shiranaito.

description: His Zanpakuto itself alters its shape to become a medieval longsword, while a large heater shield forms on his left arm. The shield itself is a power, however, isn’t a technique. It is still part of the Zanpakuto. The shield has the capability of warding off even the mightiest of strikes and can deflect offensive Kido. The true ability of his Shikai, however, is a thin layer of spirit energy than forms around his body, further protecting him from any harmful attacks.

type: Defense Type Zanpakuto

techniques:
For: Shikai
Name: Shīrudo o kabā (Covering Shield)
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Medium
Range: Short
Description: A transparent white/blue energy sphere appears around the user, capable of blocking almost any attack from any direction. An opponent with a Sei 2 points more or higher could break the shield, but a Hak stat 3 points greater than Thurstan’s Sei could also break the shield.

For: Shikai
Name: Shahei kabe (Shield Wall)
Type: Offensive/defensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: low
Range: Short to Medium
Description: The users Reiatsu creates a trio of shields in front of him, that then launch outward to throw enemies back through the air.

For: Shikai
Name: Jajjimento no burēdo (Blades of Judgement)
Type: Passive
Cooldown:---
Cost: Very Low.
Range: Short
Description: Thurstan’s shield is sacrificed in exchange for a second sword, effectively increasing offensive potential.

For: Shikai
Name: Kukkyōna chāji (Stalwart Charge)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 4 posts
Cost: High.
Range: Short.
Description: The user sacrifices Shiranaito’s reiatsu armor, transferring the spirit energy into his legs and sword. The energy is then released from his legs, launching him forward, while the blade releases the energy in the form of an eagle that leads ahead of Thurstan, causing damage.

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name:"天体 白ナイト" Tentai Shiranaito (Celestial White Knight)

description: His hair becomes white, and his eyes shift to a lighter grey. Great angelic wings formed from blades that take the shape of feathers sprout from his back and he is covered in a light suit of armor: pauldrons, bracers, greaves, and an upper torso breastplate that covers his back as well. His usual attire is replaced with looser white clothing highlighted in shades of dark blue.

type:Offense/Full body type Zanpakuto “The best defense is a good offense”

stat upgrades: REI +3, HAK +2, SEI +2, BUK, +1,

techniques:
For: Bankai
Name: Subete no shīrudo (Encompassing Shield)
Type: Defensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Medium
Range: All
Description: The encompassing shield’s power is doubled, allowing it to block virtually any attack, and the user can now use the ability on any target, no longer just himself. The size of the sphere can also be altered to defend multiple targets, at the cost of weakening its defensive capabilities. The shields maximum diameter would only amount to about 15 meters. A Sei of 3 more or higher is necessary to break the shield, while a Hak of 4 higher than Thurstan’s Sei can be used an an alternate method

For: Bankai
Name: fuku no tsubasa (Wings of Retribution)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 4 posts
Cost: low
Range: long
Description: Thurstan shunpos to target location. His wings slice through anything en-route and when he reappears they explode outward and the blades launch in all directions around him causing a maelstrom of death. The blades then return to him and reform his wings.

For: Bankai
Name:Sobieru (Tower)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 10 posts
Cost: high
Range: Single Target/ Full range
Description: Similar to Byakuya’s Senkei technique, the wings on the user’s back dissipate and the bladed feathers form a cylindrical battleground that cannot be penetrated from the outside. From the outside, the technique appears as a massive gleaming white tower. On the inside, it grows dark, with the only light source being the billions of dancing feathers that circle the combatants. The bladed feathers will then take turns, one by one, slicing away at Thurstan’s foe. Some of the feathers remain as Thurstan’s wings. Only a Sei of 5 greater or more can break through to either escape or enter the tower. However, one thing to be known is that if the tower is broken, it will explode, sending the feather-blades out in every direction, with a higher focus on the direction of the break. 5 post duration.

For: Bankai
Name: Unmei no tenshi (Angel of Fate)
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 16 posts
Cost: Massive
Range: N/A
Description: Thurstan’s feathered wings scatter into the air only to return the ground and swirl in a spherical ball that then shimmers into the materialization of Tentai Shiranaito, his Zanpakuto. She will then fight at Thurstan’s side wielding all of her own abilities, excluding Unmei no tenshi. During hollowfication, this technique draws out an altered form of Shiranaito, same abilities, different appearance. Thurstan sacrifices his wings here, and therefore loses two of his four Bankai techniques. However, Shiranaito can herself use those techniques that Thurstan sacrifices. Tentai Shiranaito can remain present for 3 posts.
-The hollowfied Shiranaito-

name: Kuronaito (Black Knight)

appearance: As you might suspect, she looks like a female clone of Thurstan. Most of the features are the same, but much more feminine, except her apparel, eye color, and hair color are all reversed. He wears black and red where Thurstan wears white and blue, her hair is brown/black where his is blonde/white, and her iris’ are orange/black.

personality: She’s calm and collected, but all the while silently mocking. Rather than interfere with Thurstan’s combat, she tends to watch from the sidelines, throwing comments into Thurstan’s head as he fights. Sometimes she even “backseat battles” without ever really taking the weapon herself. However, the hollow is as impatient as any, and she wants control. She’s sadistic and evil, just silent in her cruelty. She has made attempts to take over Thurstan’s body, but they have all been slow and creeping. Worst of all, she has a desire to kill and maim, or at least witness bloodshed. She craves it like a drug. She presses Thurstan to kill those who annoy him and if he ever seems to get truly, genuinely angry and burst into a fit of rage where he throws objects about and threatens to kill people, it’s because she’s whispering evil thoughts into his mind. She works in the shadows, wicked and false. She is everything that he despises and more.

hollow mask: The mask encompasses the bottom half of Thurstan’s face, including his nose, leaving his eyes to turn orange when he has it on. Two braches stretch out form the nose of the mask to curve beneath his eyes and flank them on the sides. The hinges allow it to move with his jaw, making it appear as though the hollow itself is speaking. When hollowfied, and in Bankai, one of Thurstan’s wings will turn black, the same color as the Celtic knot work markings on the mask itself.

stat upgrades: HOH +4

Born into a Euro-American family residing in Japan during the beginning of the Last Shogunate in the early 17th century A.D, Thurstan was instructed in western culture and ideals by his parents with a heavy focus on chivalry, honor, and respect. His father was a knight and taught him all the skills necessary to survive as one. He was instructed in basic swordplay and the use of a shield aside from the standard lessons that he received such as reading, writing, and art. He continued to live in Japan with his family until the Shogun began expelling foreigners from his land through any means. At the young age of 22, Thurstan and his family were cut down by a team of Samurai warriors.
He awoke in the Soul Society just a few days later, apparently having been sent by a shinigami while Thurstan was unconscious. After spending nearly 40 years there, he was accepted into the Shinigami Acadamy. There he became a well-rounded shinigami who was nominated for an officers seat upon graduation. After attending the academy for 100 years and having been denied his lieutenant seat, Thurstan took up a spot as 5th seat of division 6 under Captain Byakuya Kuchiki.
He served for another 100 years, eventually mastering Shikai, but never managing to rise above fifth seat. During these years, the Quincy were being annihilated and the last of them were being targeted and killed. As the last members of the futile Quincy resistance were cut down, Thurstan went out of his way to save the Quincy that he was ordered to execute. He helped them hide their spiritual pressure and told them to never use their powers again, until the war had ended. He managed to keep the Gotei 13 from discovering his actions and succeeded in remaining out of prison.
At the end of this one hundred year period, he had just begun to train for bankai, when he was suddenly attacked on a scouting mission investigating disappearances of shinigami in the real world. Thurstam was violently thrown into a forced hollowfication. He was left for dead to bleed to death in the mud. The rest of his squad succumbed to hollowfication. His zanpakuto, Shironaito, contacted Thurstan in his inner world. There, the people in his bustling city had been zombified and a foul presence hung in the air. With Shironaito’s help, Thurstan defeated his inner hollow and took control of his body again.
When he awoke, he found his comrades slain by a Shinji Hirako. He helped him get a grip on his visored abilities and actually come to understand them. Not only this, but through years of hard work, he finally achieved Bankai during a battle with a powerful Arrancar from Hueco Mundo.
Despite the visored’s aid, he refused to assist in the battle of Karakura town, instead remaining in the world of the living. When Aisen came to the real karakura town, however, He rushed to engage Aisen. But substitute shinigami Ichigo Kurosaki beat him there. No longer having a need to engage, he greeted Rangiku Matsumoto again, whom he hadn’t seen in hundreds of years and helped her take care of Gin Ichimaru’s body.
Now he lives on as a vizored, one of the few not to have rejoined the Gotei 13.

(This is just a little something from a Lord of the Rings RP I was administrating a while back)
The hour was early and the aging night was dark. The stars were veiled and the moon was all but eclipsed behind the shadow of Arda. The sound of hooves patted on the dirt as an elf, clad in battle gear, rode between the trees. The horse neighed slightly, as squirrels bustled in the tree nearby.

“Nadìnen, Sinaibar,” the elf said, leaning over and rubbing the horse’s neck. The horse calmed itself as Agrafine, his rider, dismounted. His golden shield hung from the saddle on Sinaibar’s right and his bow was strapped on the left. His feet hit the ground rather lightly, despite the armor that he bore. He checked his quiver and ran the feathers of his arrows through his fingers, assuring him that they were still there. He lifted Sinaibar’s reigns over the horse’s head and tied them onto a branch.

Agrafine unstrapped his mallorn recurve bow and squeezed the fine leather grip. He ran his thumb through a small indent above his hand where his arrows could rest. “Alrinc a nadìnen,” Agrafine whispered to his horse, rubbing its golden jaw. The Elf turned and quickly sped away through the trees, expecting that the goblins will have camped in a nearby cave, that has been a refuge for goblins and trolls for many centuries, to protect them from the sunlight that was fast approaching. He moved, almost utterly unhindered, through the land that he knew so well. Finally, he approached the cave. From a safe distance, he relied on his vision to spy movement in the darkness. A small flare of light cast dancing shadows along the wall of the cave. The hunter had found his prey. He stepped forward from the safety of the trees and silently nocked onto his bow string.

He crept forward, his feet making feint sounds as they crushed the fallen leaves about him. Now at the mouth of the cave, Agrafine felt the warmth of the day creeping up on him. He could see now the goblins in the cave. They squabbled and fought around a small fire, throwing pieces of meat and gold at each other. The fine feathers tickled the Singing Sword’s fingers and the golden tip of the arrow shot straight. The shaft of wood buried its feathery roots in the first goblin’s shoulder. It fell to the ground, dead. It took a moment for the other goblins to realize what had just happened, but by then a second arrow had been knocked and was ready to be fired. This arrow flew and buried itself in the stomach of another goblin.

The goblins cried out, unable to see well outside the cave as the sun had just peeked up over the horizon. They scurried away further back into the cave. Agrafine followed, hooking his bow to the spot on his quiver and unsheathing Auretir. The blade glowed blue in the presence of the goblins and as he moved to the back of the cave, he prepared to fight his foes. They leapt out at him from the darkness, but were quickly slain as his sword hummed through their armor and flesh. He parried a wild strike to his left and followed through by sliding his blade up the goblin’s chest. His sword hummed every time it made contact with his foes. Its hums were almost reminiscent of singing elves in Caras Galadhon. Lindàmacil and Auretir made short work of the goblin scouts.

Auretir’s blue aura faded as the last goblin fell to the earth, hewn. Agrafine quickly searched the bodies for any reports or orders that may have been written down. In the pouch of one of the goblins he found a rolled up parchment, and on the parchment, the Black Speech was sloppily written. He would have to decipher this when he returned to Imladris. If he moved swiftly, he could make it back by late afternoon.

AV-3

HAN: 8
REI: 14 (+3)
HAK: 9 (+2)
SEI: 14 (+2)
BUK: 15 (+1)
HOH: 11 (+0, +4)
Points Earned: 1
Total points: 71

Tas

None.