Post by Isabel Maritza on Sept 4, 2013 14:46:57 GMT -5
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sex: male | sexual orientation: Pansexual | race: Arrancar
ALIASES:
Ghost
Death Knight
Slave or Servant Boy according to Hannibal
AGE:
407
AGE OF APPEARANCE:
20
NUMBER:
26
ASPECT OF DEATH:
--
RANK:
Fraccion to 4
BASE FORM:
Adjuchas
APPEARANCE
THE VISAGE
quote or lyrics here; not too long
FACE CLAIM:
URAGIRI WA BOKU NO NAMAE WO SHITTEIRU -- KUROTO HOURAI
HEIGHT:
5'9
WEIGHT:
149 bs
APPEARANCE:
Hathus might not have the best physique for someone meant to be among the most of intimidating. He is somewhat tall but as it turns out somehow everyone, even some women, were either giants during life or grew after death and he was left at being quite average. His body is completely toned but still he has a smaller frame likely due to the state that he was in when he died. No matter how much he works out or eats it doesn't seem to do him much good. He kept his almost boyish face, never really growing out of it while he was alive.
As for his clothing he wears a skin tight sleeveless shirt with a turtle neck that is just as tight. It comes up to the middle of his neck, just about in the same place where the scales of his mask begin. Held up by a silver belt he wears a pair of nearly equally tight black pants. His boots are silver in color and come up to his knees. His forearms are covered with flaming tattoos that start from his wrist. At his shoulders and at his sides two straps latch onto his shirt and criss cross over his back. This is where he keeps his zanpakuto at all times.
BRIEF PERSONALITY
GENERAL INFO
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LIKES:
-warmth
-Light
-Testing Himself
-Serving
-Praise
-Justice, his own version anyway
-Weapons
-Being told what to do, not that he always likes actually doing the task
DISLIKES:
-The Sun
-Betrayal
-Coming up short
-Being toyed with
-Being bound
-Small, dark spaces
-Being in need of anything
-Water
NEGATIVE TRAITS:
-He can be extremely harsh and blunt about some things
-He constantly seeks approval
-Its hard for him to trust anyone
-He's greedy and refuses to share excess, including attention
-He is not above brutality for vengeance
-He is often rather quiet about things so it's hard to know what he's thinking or what he wants
-He likes to watch people.. which can get creepy
POSITIVE TRAITS:
-He has his sense of Justice even if punishments are extreme and that justice is mostly how he is wronged
-He doesn't give up easily
-He is obsessively loyal to the only one he'll let command him.
-While he constantly looks for praise he is actually very confident
-When he's in a good mood he's actually quite calm
EXTRAS:
anything else you'd like to add about your character?
WEAPONRY/POWERS
TOOLS OF WAR
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WEAPONS:
Hathus has an eight inch black blade without any handle. Instead along the dull side there are four holes carved in, one for each finger so he grasps it like a pair of brass knuckles. The blade starts at a width od six inches before going to its point. This makes it both usable for punching stabs and slicing motions.
ZANPAKUTO:
name: Drachen Rustung (Dragon Armor)
sealed form: His sword is in the form of a claymore blade. It is four feet long and dark red in color. Its surface is covered in thorn-like edges that make it more damaging. Its handle is the same dark red with bands of gold wrapping around it. The sheath is black with the same thorns covering it, able to be used as a weapon as well because of this. It hangs from two crisscrossed straps at his back.
RESURRECCION:
release command: Don't Hesitate
description: His hair remains pitch black, but it grows out substantially, flowing down to his waste. Also now in it are sections of silver hair on either side of his head. His hair is often left hanging in his face because he thinks that maybe it is something that can maybe give him a fiercer look. Bad asses always have hair like that right. His eyes also undergo a change. Instead of remaining their normal, golden color, they turn into a sparkling blue hue.
His mask grows out and covers up nearly half of his face and all of his neck. It doesn't appear to be all one solid mass though. Instead it is made up of several white scales with a glistening sheen to them. They cover up to the bridge of his nose and continue over to his ears and actually make a small trip in front of them to each side of his head. From there three more scales stick out from either side, framing of the silver chunks in his hair. His hollow hole is located in the center of his chest though he often won't let it show directly. Tight clothing of course is not aiding to this since an outline can be seen in his chest. Added to his outfit are metallic looking scales that cover his torso and back. they also form around his lower body, looking somewhat like shorts. Scaled continue down his arms in a thine line until they reach his hands, which are covered in tight gloves. On the back of these gloves are even more scales. On his knuckles are raised scales that are as hard as his mask, making them quite effective for punching.
His outfit doesn't change at all save for the addition of scales to his body. At times though it would look like he has a completed body suit on. this is due to one of his techniques. His flaming tattoos grow to cover up his entire arm, which blends right into his skin tight shirt. A slight addition to his outfit are two pieces of fabric that flow from the bat wings of his belt. they resemble a coat tail and literally serve no purpose other than looking cool
type: METERU! (Metal)
stat upgrades: +3 Han +1 REI +2 Hak +2 Hoh
techniques: Name: Flames of Metal
Type: Offensive/defensive
Cooldown: At least two
Cost: low
Range: self/long
Description: Hathus's arms appear to be covered in several black, flaming tattoos, one starting at each wrist. Oddly enough they grow because they are not solely tattoos. The "ink" of tattoos are actually made up different metals. This metal grows out of his skin, covering his arms, though not fully until he has let them grow for five posts. While still on his skin they can take one hit before shattering off of his arm. Once they form over two posts he can also release this metal from his arms, keeping the same, jagged and sharp shapes as they shoot of like six inches daggers. The longer he waits the more metal he has to work with, five being its Max. Even if he only shoots one arm's worth of metal he has to wait two posts to shoot the other though if he uses it in its defensive state he can use it before then.
For: Ressurection
Name: Silver Wings
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 7 posts after release
Cost: medium-high
Range: self-long
Description: starting at the armor on his shoulders then working down his arms and torso, a silver, metallic substance begins to build up rapidly in the shape of twisting flames and tangled branches spammed with thorns. After two posts he can use this metal but it can also keep growing for up to five when they reach a chunk, holey jagged wing shape from his back. At any point from two to six posts he can shatter the formations into several sharp pieces varying in size and speed and direction, making it a tough move to out maneuver, obviously meaning the more he lets build up the better. After using Armored Blade this formation grows at the base of the sword and out, also allowing him to add more power to the release by swinging the blade.
For: Ressurection
Name: Armor sword
Type: passive
Cooldown: --
Cost: low
Range: self-long
Description: By giving up his armor, Hathus can use the metal to form a new sword over his existing one. It builds up to a sword taller than himself at six feet in length, jagged edges carved into it with several pieces varying forming a ring around the base. He can shoot away these pieces and as a last hope ever the entire covering though this will leave him without the armor all together, leaving him with few attacking options. Once he changes to this form it can't be shifted back into armor and no piece can return to him after being shot off.
Cero Here
Name: Beaming Sword
Cost: low
Range: medium -long
Description: instead of directly manipulating the metal within his tattoos, Barbie uses energy to draw them out from his arm, fusing the metal an energy together. He can release this in a thin black beam. This makes his cero much more solid and able to cut. One wouldn't expect such because at first it simply looks like a flaming black mass he used into tricking opponents not to bother blocking with a sword. If he uses the out of Res it can only be used one per arm and only travels for thirty feet. If he uses it while it Res it can be anywhere from thirty to sixty feet in length.
SEGUNDA ETAPA:
note that you cannot start off with segunda etapa. It can be learned once the character reaches MT-2.
description:
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.
OTHER
AND ALL THE REST
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HISTORY:
Hathus didn't grow up with the best circumstances. His mother had died during childbirth and his father had been away from home on travels when it had happened. As it turned out his father never did come home or have the thought to after he heard news of what had happened to his wife after the birth of their first child. Instead of being raised by his parents, or any relative for that matter, he was taken to a church to be cared for. Life in the church wasn't the best there was, but it was enough to bring him up healthy enough. At least it was for a little while. Wealth wasn't so even spread through out, and while the churches were indeed taking hefty sums for 'a promise of forgiveness', it wasn't enough to keep up with all of the children. By the time he was ten Hathus was forced to leave and fend for himself with nothing but a small amount of money to start him off.
It wasn't like he had really been taught any real skills by this age. The best he could do was to get a few spare coins for reading or pretending to read. That was something that the church had given him and he had caught on quick enough to further his capabilities. Luckily the church had also not taught him something else. He had been raised around godly people, but not once did he feel an overbearing connection to the religion. This could have been because of his early circumstances. He hadn't done a thing to deserve that kind of life yet God had already seen fit to punish him. With no real ties to any morals and with little regard for law that could easily be evaded by some one his size, he resorted to stealing what he needed, not caring who it was from or how much it was.
He actually managed to get away with this for quite some time. He was fifteen before he even had the first sign of being caught in the act. He had thought he was in the clear, watching over a fruit stand that was notorious for it's brute of an owner. Hathus wasn't too worried about that though. He had it in his mind that he had taken on worse and more terrifying guys in the past. He waited until that perfect moment when the man had stepped away for all of thirty seconds. He grabbed as much as he could along with the spare coins the man had foolishly left lying around. It was way too easy even for him. No one around really suspected anything. It looked like he was just picking out some fruit and his smooth movements made the money hard to even remember. He happened to be a few seconds off in timing though because the owner of the stand spotted him, knowing full well who he was because of the words of other shop keepers. Hathus was barely able to escape the blow of a stick that would have probably killed him had it hit his head.
It was a good thing he was actually really athletic, because it was only running like hell that saved his life, climbing walls and running over rooftops to get away. As it turned out he hadn't gotten away from everyone, but the man who found him wasn't one of the angry shop keepers who were out to chop his hands off or something of that sort. While he gave Hathus a good blow to the back of his head when he finally thought he could sit and relax, he also offered Hathus something that was hard to turn down, some form of actually belonging somewhere. It turned out that man had been taking in and aiding a bunch of the boys around his age. They got by just s Hathus always had, but it was a lot less work and involved a lot less luck and worry to get what they needed.
Hathus wasn't the loudest or most friendly of the growing little group. He was among the best though so he didn't see how it mattered much. The guys around him wanted to get by and he could get them by so they got along with him as much as they needed to. Really he was just glad to have some reason to do anything. He hadn't really known parents until that man took him in so he felt he owed him something and he was more than happy to go on like that. One could even say he might have enjoyed it some. He didn't have to go through the trouble of planning things like he hated. He just did as he was told to with little to no flaw.
This life for him went fine for four years. Nothing was getting in the way. At least it looked that way to Hathus. He had even gotten a bit less serious all of the time. He was starting to get along with some of the others a little bit, as much as he could. Some were leaving in the night of course, but wasn't that to be expected? Hathus knew full well that some were falling for girls and they were never the kind to stay in one place so it was pretty practical that they would runaway to distant lands in the middle of the night. To him nothing all that shocking or worrying was going on. Boys came and went. It was no big deal.
Of course he learned what was really happening the hard way. In the middle of the night, while he was sleeping, he was crudely awoken by a strange feeling around his neck. As he came to he realized that his ability to breathe was being wrung from him. He tried to free himself of whatever was attacking him, but the mixture of fright and the lack of air was enough to make his head spin. He couldn't even tell when he was pulled outside and dragged along the rocky street. All he knew was that after what felt like an eternity of stumbling around to avoid having his neck broken he was finally pushed against a wall, something clamping around his hands that left them up above his head. And just like that it was over. Whatever had been around his throat was loosened and there was silence.
Finally after some time he had woken up after falling asleep again. Once more though it wasn't of his own accord. There was a rush of bone chilling water that woke him up with a start. That of course wasn't nearly as surprising at what he saw when he eyes snapped open and got some focus. The space he was in wasn't very bright. There were a few places where sun light came through the walls. Aside from that there were a few candles through out the wooden room. Hanging on those walls were strange contraptions, some of which looked like farming tools, others hunting tools and then there were others he had no idea of their purpose. He couldn't relate them to anything he had ever seen. They were just metallic devices that looked all but pleasant. Of course he couldn't focus on them long. He felt something connect with the side of his head, giving him a throbbing ache in his temple. When he looked to the source he saw a large person, likely a man, with a burlap mask over his head, a bucket in his hand, a bucket dripping with suspiciously red, thick liquid. Well now he knew what had hit him. That didn't mean he had any kind of clue as to what was going on though.
It became rather apparent what was happening and what those things on the wall were as things progressed. The large man had discarded his bucket with a clang that only made the ache in Hathus's head worse. The bucket was replaced by some awful looking metal pole thing. Hathus didn't like the way that this was turning out and he was right in that. There was nothing but an awful tearing sound and then a thud to warn him that anything had happened before pain erupted from his arm, causing Hathus to barely be able to hold back a scream. His eyes darted to the side where he saw that same metal pole pierced right through his arm and digging into the wooden wall behind him. His eyes were wide with shock and his breathing had become ragged. There was no way he was going to be able to get through this and he knew it. Not if this kept up.
RP SAMPLE:
CLASS/LEVEL:
AD-0
STATS:
HAN: 9
REI: 10
HAK: 13
SEI: 7
BUK: 11
HOH: 10
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 60
OCC
WHO ARE YOU?
QUOTE OR LYRICS HERE; NOT TOO LONG
CBOX/OOC NAME:
Ulqui
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