Name:
Dominik deMarco
Aliases/ Nicknames: Marenu-(from his ancestors' homeland-meaning, "born of dust and wind." This self-proclaimed name came about because Marco has never been able to settle for more than a few months.) Also been called, "Marco" or "Dominik"
Physical Description:
Broad shouldered with a powerful and defined upper body, 5' 11", large. (not "fatwise" has a thick heavy build, but he could lose a few pounds...he Has a tattoo starting on his shoulder blade with dark tendrils entwined around his arm several times and ending on his palm. His eyes never seem to stay the same color for more than an hour. His straight, dark brown hair hanging in front of his eyes and across his face always remains the same, no matter how much he may play with it.
Zanpakuto:
Kazeyoke (kazi-yo-kay) WindBreak
Element-wind/air
WindBreak, in its sealed form is somewhat similar to that of a naginata. Compared to the traditional katana and naginata it is much wider and more dense. It packs more power behind a swing, but it makes for a slower attack. The blade of the 'naginata' is two feet long, starts out with a witdth of 3 in. and as it curves up, it reaches a width of 5 in. The shaft is 5 ft. long
Shikai- Keashi Kasu, Kazeyoke (become my hands, WindBreak). When released, Kazeyoke changes drastically from it's sealed form. Taking the form of elaborate gauntlets, Marco's shikai takes this form because of his hand to hand training with Angela, and he is a pretty hands on guy. It allows him to manipulate the air- from creating a vacuum, to changing the density, humidity, temperature, and more training is needed to discover what else he can do.
that ^up there^ with spiked and sharpened fingers, are my shikai. I guess I should clarify that I have a gauntlet on each hand. Could only find a picture of one.
Bankai-n/a
Special Accessories:
Wears a sentimental silver chain adorned with lucid trinkets from past events/friends etc. The "trinkets" that have a faint dark aura greatly outnumber their counterpart, the glowing white ones...the color correlates with a good or bad memory. Marco is always getting new additions to the necklace, so he keeps the extras in his "secret spot" that he wont reveal to anybody.
Skills:
Knows how to set a broken bone, but thats about it. He is undeniably extremely outgoing and attractive. If Marco tries hard, and becomes passionate toward something, he can be a very fast learner and skilled warrior. He posseses a natural born curiosity about the world around him and through his homeschooling with Angela, he became a very confident and incredibly intelligent man. Using his very different outlook on how mechanical things work, he is quite the handyman and inventor in spare time.
Abilities:
He is a quick judge of his enemies strengths and weaknesses and uses every moment to take advantage of them. Even if he does make ill-judgment, and his opponent lands a hit, his incredible tolerance for pain allows a quick recovery and counter-attack.
If in dire need of a power boost, he can absorb a keepsake, straight from his necklace. Absorbing a black one sacrifices defense for speed and power; a white one will seal most of his flesh wounds and clear his mind, allowing for greater focus and strategy. However, when he uses a white one, he undergoes a period of weakness. The consequence of utilizing the black ones is much more dire...Marco loses the ability to distinguish between friend and foe. It unleashes his dark side, something people rarely see. Marco seldom uses this aspect of his necklace. He is still discovering new ways to apply his heirloom, but thats all he knows and all that he expects to learn.
Personality:
Dominick is a good judge of character, potential, and limitations. Whether the limits be on his physical being or his mental capacity, he knows WHEN to stop, but...being a very passionate person, he doesn't know HOW to. He can't see the good things in life, and only his "lady friend's" presence brings him out of a bad mood. Coming off as dark and indifferent to new acquaintances is the one bad trait of his personality. Dark and indifferent are near antonyms of Marco's true self, he hates to be mature and "grown up" thats just no fun!! He hates showing his real feelings, knowing he can only manage to be open with one person. So, in reality, he is the mature person he hates, hiding his feelings and cynicism. Past losses have made him somewhat secluded within his analytical mind, but he has regained his charismatic socialism with his close friends. Encountering his dark side is rare, and if he ever loses his temper...he apologizes in advance to the citizens of Soul Society for the damage he wll incur.
Biography/History:
Dominick deMarco was seven when his father, Felix, lashed out in a drunken rage and killed his wonderful mother Lacy. He doesn't remember what the fight was about, or why his father was drunk enough to kill, and he doesn't try to. Having no desire to watch the horrid event take place, he quickly grabbed his mother's family heirloom necklace; clutching his last memory of love tightly in his hand, he dashed out the door. He saw the world for what it was, and was very mature and cynical for his age. Having no other family or friends in the tiny town, and somehow still too attached to his father to call the police, he roamed the hills of New Zealand. The one thing his parents used to agree on, was that they all loved to go camping. Dominick picked up the basics of fire making, which sufficed for the first few chilly spring nights, but he needed more...Dominick needed a home. As he ventured farther, the distance from his home was proportionate to his hunger pain. He hadn't eaten in at least three days, but found occasional springs in which he drank and bathed. Thinking back on that night, he developed a burning hatred for his father; whenever he got worked up about it... he noticed shades, floating around his peripheral vision, but he dismissed them as hallucinations from a lack of food and bad water. When he finally arrived at the suburbs of a major city, he was pointed in the direction of a homeless shelter with the help of your friendly neighborhood hobo. Finally having a hot meal energized him and he went to discover his new home. The city was rather large, but he never knew the name. Thanks to the size of the city, there were more people willing and able to take a now ten year old under their wing. The last three years had passed rather quickly for him, and he now resided with a local gym owner who lived near the shelter. Her name was Angela, and really lived up well to her name. She treated Dominick like a son, and that had both it's good and bad aspects...Angela was a health "enthusiast." She trained a ten year old boy six days a week, along with rigid homeschooling, and severe discipline. Discipline was never given without reason, and she was very just with her punishments...but to a boy, they were outrageous. Quite the traditionalist, Angela's punishments consisted of some sort of physical pain. But he actually had taken a liking to the training and steady supply of warm food so he decided to stay with Angela for a long while. By the time Dominick was seventeen, he probably could have robbed banks with his biceps for a living. The bad side of spending all those years with Angela was all the awful night terrors he had. He didn't understand any of them, and they all seemed to revolve around these floating entities in the edges of his vision...he thought leaving Angela would make things better, but he noticed that when he placed her ring on his mother's necklace and left, it only seemed to get worse. He tried to get as far as possible from her, but distancing himself from what he considered his second mother only made things worse for him. He again roamed the open spaces of New Zealand meeting friends and foes collecting various keepsakes from each one for his necklace. Never able to stay in a city or town more than a month or two, whether it was due to making enemies or to his restlessness, he roamed for the next eight years; all the while his visions of apparitions increasing in number. On his twenty-fifth birthday, he read in the newspapers that Angela had been killed... and later that evening on the outskirts of his last stop, the mysterious visions he had been having suddenly jumped into focus and melded into one shape. He was terrified, and even more so when he discovered its intention to eat his soul...His mother had been following him throughout his life, carefully observing his every move. She mourned his rough life and felt guilty for not being able to protect herself from Dominick's murderous father. She wanted to raise him, but instead she had slowly turned into a hollow and killed her only son and the woman who had raised him.
Powers: Kidos 1-10
Dominik deMarco
Aliases/ Nicknames: Marenu-(from his ancestors' homeland-meaning, "born of dust and wind." This self-proclaimed name came about because Marco has never been able to settle for more than a few months.) Also been called, "Marco" or "Dominik"
Physical Description:
Broad shouldered with a powerful and defined upper body, 5' 11", large. (not "fatwise" has a thick heavy build, but he could lose a few pounds...he Has a tattoo starting on his shoulder blade with dark tendrils entwined around his arm several times and ending on his palm. His eyes never seem to stay the same color for more than an hour. His straight, dark brown hair hanging in front of his eyes and across his face always remains the same, no matter how much he may play with it.
Zanpakuto:
Kazeyoke (kazi-yo-kay) WindBreak
Element-wind/air
WindBreak, in its sealed form is somewhat similar to that of a naginata. Compared to the traditional katana and naginata it is much wider and more dense. It packs more power behind a swing, but it makes for a slower attack. The blade of the 'naginata' is two feet long, starts out with a witdth of 3 in. and as it curves up, it reaches a width of 5 in. The shaft is 5 ft. long
Shikai- Keashi Kasu, Kazeyoke (become my hands, WindBreak). When released, Kazeyoke changes drastically from it's sealed form. Taking the form of elaborate gauntlets, Marco's shikai takes this form because of his hand to hand training with Angela, and he is a pretty hands on guy. It allows him to manipulate the air- from creating a vacuum, to changing the density, humidity, temperature, and more training is needed to discover what else he can do.
that ^up there^ with spiked and sharpened fingers, are my shikai. I guess I should clarify that I have a gauntlet on each hand. Could only find a picture of one.
Bankai-n/a
Special Accessories:
Wears a sentimental silver chain adorned with lucid trinkets from past events/friends etc. The "trinkets" that have a faint dark aura greatly outnumber their counterpart, the glowing white ones...the color correlates with a good or bad memory. Marco is always getting new additions to the necklace, so he keeps the extras in his "secret spot" that he wont reveal to anybody.
Skills:
Knows how to set a broken bone, but thats about it. He is undeniably extremely outgoing and attractive. If Marco tries hard, and becomes passionate toward something, he can be a very fast learner and skilled warrior. He posseses a natural born curiosity about the world around him and through his homeschooling with Angela, he became a very confident and incredibly intelligent man. Using his very different outlook on how mechanical things work, he is quite the handyman and inventor in spare time.
Abilities:
He is a quick judge of his enemies strengths and weaknesses and uses every moment to take advantage of them. Even if he does make ill-judgment, and his opponent lands a hit, his incredible tolerance for pain allows a quick recovery and counter-attack.
If in dire need of a power boost, he can absorb a keepsake, straight from his necklace. Absorbing a black one sacrifices defense for speed and power; a white one will seal most of his flesh wounds and clear his mind, allowing for greater focus and strategy. However, when he uses a white one, he undergoes a period of weakness. The consequence of utilizing the black ones is much more dire...Marco loses the ability to distinguish between friend and foe. It unleashes his dark side, something people rarely see. Marco seldom uses this aspect of his necklace. He is still discovering new ways to apply his heirloom, but thats all he knows and all that he expects to learn.
Personality:
Dominick is a good judge of character, potential, and limitations. Whether the limits be on his physical being or his mental capacity, he knows WHEN to stop, but...being a very passionate person, he doesn't know HOW to. He can't see the good things in life, and only his "lady friend's" presence brings him out of a bad mood. Coming off as dark and indifferent to new acquaintances is the one bad trait of his personality. Dark and indifferent are near antonyms of Marco's true self, he hates to be mature and "grown up" thats just no fun!! He hates showing his real feelings, knowing he can only manage to be open with one person. So, in reality, he is the mature person he hates, hiding his feelings and cynicism. Past losses have made him somewhat secluded within his analytical mind, but he has regained his charismatic socialism with his close friends. Encountering his dark side is rare, and if he ever loses his temper...he apologizes in advance to the citizens of Soul Society for the damage he wll incur.
Biography/History:
Dominick deMarco was seven when his father, Felix, lashed out in a drunken rage and killed his wonderful mother Lacy. He doesn't remember what the fight was about, or why his father was drunk enough to kill, and he doesn't try to. Having no desire to watch the horrid event take place, he quickly grabbed his mother's family heirloom necklace; clutching his last memory of love tightly in his hand, he dashed out the door. He saw the world for what it was, and was very mature and cynical for his age. Having no other family or friends in the tiny town, and somehow still too attached to his father to call the police, he roamed the hills of New Zealand. The one thing his parents used to agree on, was that they all loved to go camping. Dominick picked up the basics of fire making, which sufficed for the first few chilly spring nights, but he needed more...Dominick needed a home. As he ventured farther, the distance from his home was proportionate to his hunger pain. He hadn't eaten in at least three days, but found occasional springs in which he drank and bathed. Thinking back on that night, he developed a burning hatred for his father; whenever he got worked up about it... he noticed shades, floating around his peripheral vision, but he dismissed them as hallucinations from a lack of food and bad water. When he finally arrived at the suburbs of a major city, he was pointed in the direction of a homeless shelter with the help of your friendly neighborhood hobo. Finally having a hot meal energized him and he went to discover his new home. The city was rather large, but he never knew the name. Thanks to the size of the city, there were more people willing and able to take a now ten year old under their wing. The last three years had passed rather quickly for him, and he now resided with a local gym owner who lived near the shelter. Her name was Angela, and really lived up well to her name. She treated Dominick like a son, and that had both it's good and bad aspects...Angela was a health "enthusiast." She trained a ten year old boy six days a week, along with rigid homeschooling, and severe discipline. Discipline was never given without reason, and she was very just with her punishments...but to a boy, they were outrageous. Quite the traditionalist, Angela's punishments consisted of some sort of physical pain. But he actually had taken a liking to the training and steady supply of warm food so he decided to stay with Angela for a long while. By the time Dominick was seventeen, he probably could have robbed banks with his biceps for a living. The bad side of spending all those years with Angela was all the awful night terrors he had. He didn't understand any of them, and they all seemed to revolve around these floating entities in the edges of his vision...he thought leaving Angela would make things better, but he noticed that when he placed her ring on his mother's necklace and left, it only seemed to get worse. He tried to get as far as possible from her, but distancing himself from what he considered his second mother only made things worse for him. He again roamed the open spaces of New Zealand meeting friends and foes collecting various keepsakes from each one for his necklace. Never able to stay in a city or town more than a month or two, whether it was due to making enemies or to his restlessness, he roamed for the next eight years; all the while his visions of apparitions increasing in number. On his twenty-fifth birthday, he read in the newspapers that Angela had been killed... and later that evening on the outskirts of his last stop, the mysterious visions he had been having suddenly jumped into focus and melded into one shape. He was terrified, and even more so when he discovered its intention to eat his soul...His mother had been following him throughout his life, carefully observing his every move. She mourned his rough life and felt guilty for not being able to protect herself from Dominick's murderous father. She wanted to raise him, but instead she had slowly turned into a hollow and killed her only son and the woman who had raised him.
Powers: Kidos 1-10
[[And yeah I know they are huge pictures...but i couldn't find words to describe it they way I wanted to.]]
