Public Records - Background Information
Basic::
Full Name: Slevin Valentinez Alkalinella Xifax Marrock Sicidabohertz Gombigobilla Blue Stradivari Talentrent Pierre Andri Charton-Haymoss Ivanovici Baldeus George Doitzel Corpse Kaiser III
Alias/Title: “The Terror of Death, Marrock Corpse.”
Nickname: “Garugaghaghack!” -is what most evil people say when they first meet him, it’s a fitting nickname. That and mistakenly “The blind swordsman.”
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: Nov. 28
Age: 307
Appearance:
Height: 5’8
Weight: 160
Eye Color: Blazing Silver
Hair Color: Light Brown
Body Type: Athletic
Nationality: American?
Appearance Description: Starting from head to toe he wears his hair in a medium length, neatly kept and spiky. It stands up and lightly curves off in large strands that end in a point. Weaved into the neatly kept mess as he calls it, is a blindfold given to him by his mother from an illness that was never real to him. He only wears it on occasion. He has a slanted jaw, a very strong frame and light lips, also a small nose. The man he grew into has broad shoulders; they’ve grown strong enough to carry the burden he can never let go. His chest is muscular, toned and filled with scars, self inflicted for a past sin. He has powerful legs; the same can be said about his arms but not overly sized with muscle but enough. He wears a traditional kimono plated on each limb is a custom made piece of armor. The arms have guards from wrist to elbow, black outlined and silver plates to let any blade simply glide off the frame. He wears shin guards in the same fashion as the arms, a black frame and metal plating, but these are obviously larger. He wears bandages underneath a pair of black fingerless gloves, these gloves have metal caps over each knuckle for hand-to-hand. His foot wear are boot’s, steel toe and framed with metal around the bottom of the boot, where the rubber layer is, it just has steel lining.
-Blindfild Inhibitor: 20% Reiryoku.
Classified Records - Psychology and History
Basic:
Occupation: Rouge Wanderer
Affiliation: Himself and the Weak.
Former Occupation: Orphan
Former Affiliation: No one at all.
Hobbies: He enjoys sparring with himself, through his mind he will study his own movements in speed and precision then practice each one and try to out due himself. It normally works. He also likes to better himself; by fighting his mental self he will react to his own attacks and find their weakness, then erase that weakness. He enjoys creating new sword techniques, though surely some other style must have it somewhere but his style is his own, he’s never token a formal class.
Likes: To start, the sun. Seeing it for the first time it was almost like looking up into the heavens. The moon, the star’s, his sword, fighting, hakuda, new techniques and killing.
Dislikes: Most anything that doesn’t revolve around philosophical thought or brute fighting. If he cannot grow from it or relax in it, then he does not enjoy it.
Advanced:
Character Strengths: His strength is in his passion for fighting, his love for killing or rather his love death. He fights to protect the innocent and weak, while trying to defeat himself in combat and become better than he was even a second ago! Sadly he has grown to love death, the feel of his blade ripping through a man’s body in one slow slice, it’s a guilty pleasure. He is thoughtful in the question’s he asked and skilled in the sword he holds dear, his own style is aggressive, defensive, he attacks and defends at the same time, defends and attacks all at once. His main quality is his courage, his resolve, his determination, his overpowering all encompassing pure ungodly willpower! He will never give up, he won’t accept losing, he can’t accept it, he will fight it beyond the blood that fills his lungs until he is dead he won’t stop fighting.
Character Weaknesses:
Motto/Quotes: “Never doubt your first strike, because the second will never win.”
- "Without Knowledge, Skill cannot be focused. Without Skill, Strength cannot be brought to bear and without Strength, Knowledge may not be applied."
- "See first with your mind, then with your eyes, and finally with your body"
- “Strike like the sun, with a burning passion. Move like the water pulled by the moon, ever flexible and constantly changing. Kill without regret, because it can never be undone.”
“Empty the mind; be formless, shapeless, like water. With a body like water you can adapt to any situation.”
Personality: He enjoys fighting, killing, the pain and blood but at the same time he asks why. He can cut through countless bodies if he felt they deserve it, but at the end of the day under a full moon he will wonder how this love of battle came to be. He is conflicted in his mind while he is asleep but in the day he find’s himself wanting conflict. Someone would say he’s civil in the mind but savage in the body and others would believe his body and mind are not one, while philosophical thoughts fill him; a love for fighting ensnares his body. With the realization that he killed his mother, he has been conflicted ever since but still he must go on to find his father. He has that kind of resolve, whether its his mind or body that’s broken he will go on. At the end though he is kind to the people that deserve it, savage to the man that brought it on himself and broken with the sin’s of his past. To this end he cannot become whom he wants, not until he find’s his father and maybe one day he can ascend to his true self: be it good or evil he is unsure but someday he hopes to find out.
Sexual Preference: Straight.
Relatives: A mother ”Deceased.” A father “Living but unknown of where.”
Spouse: N/A
Friends: His zanpakuto. The sun and moon and a kind waitress he made a promise to.
Rivals: No one as of yet.
Enemies: Anyone that commits a sin, he will slay.
Background: He was never normal, from an early age he developed a love for fighting and more so faith. His mother said he had a rare disease that if he looked upon the light he would go blind and most likely die from the shock. So she gave him a blindfold and from that day his spirit energy had been sealed away, forever trapped to grow in secret. He went about his life normally as a kid would for just a little while longer. He was never trained to use a sword because he was given his zanpakuto by his father, a blank slate that would grow with him and protect him; something his father could not do. It was his 6th birthday and his father gave him this zanpakuto. When the boy asked “What’s it’s name?” The father could not answer, but only smile while giving him a pat on the head. From that day on he carried it with him everywhere, swinging around the blade as if it were paper and always asking the sword its name but the blade never answered because like the blade, his own soul had not yet developed and he was also a blank slate.
It was after his sixth birthday that his father had left, to a place his mother would not say and he could never guess but the look on her face was always sad and the boy never knew why. It was a few months from when he turned ten years old and the boy was fast asleep, his zanpakuto in arms and sleeping peacefully, when the world went dark within his dream’s, he was left standing in a single beam of light, a tall man stood before him. The man looked just like he did, except his hair was silver and he wore a very nice coat but he was terrifying all at the same time; even with that smile, that smile like moonlight. The mysterious man wore a blindfold and had pale skin and even wings like an angel in the stories his mother told him. The only thing was he was speaking but no sound came out and he was hiding something behind his back, the last few words he spoke finally echoed with sound. ”Shinoken.” He somehow knew to mean “Sword Saint, Death’s Design.” despite not knowing Japanese or his spirit being of that origin.
That was the first time he spoke while sleeping and it would be the last for the sound that came next was more terrifying that lightning. An unearthly sound of a thousand blades scraping against metal, a horrible roar of machinery and his own screech of terror woke him instantly into his own blade but it wasn’t a blade at all, it was so much more. It was taller than him, longer as well, the way he held it and the only thing that saved him was the wall behind him, he was holding a seven foot chainsaw sword. It had a straight handle a foot long, an enormous blade that spun so quickly sparks was flying all across his bedroom then his mother rushed to help and what happened next was he’s never forgiven himself for. She saw him laying beneath his own sword, panicked from it first activating a chain wrapped around his wrist was the only thing protecting him from death, but the blade sliced straight through and began slicing into his left eye, the blindfold was nigh indestructible fabric but all around the eye a gaping wound appeared as the blades sliced straight through his skull, it was scarring to say the least,
The boys mother ran to him, grabbing the blade from his hands, but it was his soul and extremely heavy she could not bear its weight even with all her might and it cut through her, from shoulder down to the boys last unconscious thought he watched his mother die by his own soul, his own damn weapon. As he fell unconscious his mother with her last breath performed a sacred healing kido, and healed what she could of his face but that was all she could manage before dying in a pool of blade. The wall was covered in scars, blood was pouring over his face overwhelming his senses, but when he finally woke from what he could only imagine was a horrible dream he found himself in a hospital somewhere within the Gotei 13. He was holding his sword, but for some reason felt a fear of saying its name. He awoke without memory of anything that transpired, he repressed it all along with all of his power and it would be several years before he gained it all back. The healer had told him he was an orphan that she found him on the street thanks to a kind stranger, she described as wearing a blindfold just like the boy.
The story of being an orphan was appealing and his mind chose to believe it. His last memories were of his father leaving but for some reason his mother had been absent. So he joined the Academy with his own weapon, but no matter how hard the instructors tried they couldn’t teach him to use his zanpakuto, he was an absolute failure at kido. But there’s always a silver lining, his hakuda skills very top tier, his zanjutsu was top tier and his hoho was one of the best in class. He had an inner desire to grow stronger, despite the fear of saying his zanpakuto’s name and releasing it he did his best to improve in every area but with his blindfold sealing all of his spirit energy except for about 20% kido wasn't exlpored much and his hoho while excellent, his flash step exhausted him of his spirit energy. He grew well in the next six years, his shunpo had slightly improved, his hoho was fast enough to keep up with other student’s shunpo and in the physical aspects he grew exponentially: he was considered a sword master and hakuda expert before leaving the academy.
Sadly though it was not his fate to graduate, without the use of his zanpakuto he could not and so he simply left; this place was not for him and the only thing he could do was leave. He ventured out becoming a wanderer, seeking strong opponents and good friends all the while visiting dangerous area’s such as the higher rukongai district and encountering an assortment of thieves, murderers and cannon fodder. Four years later and he was still traveling, not once has he activated his soul to fight but relied on his own skill. None could match him in hand to hand combat, he was too fast, too agile and with a sword he was a saint. He wore the traditional shinigami attire but with some modifications. His sword was kept on his back, sheathed, while he also wore steel framed boots and light armor. The light armor has four pieces, elbow pads and knee pads for striking with shin guards and arm guards for block blades, he found his hakuda to be an effective counter against blades but he still used his sword from time to time.
That was his life for nearly a hundred and twenty years, fighting, killing the murderous and protecting the weak but somewhere deep inside he knew something was wrong, that innate fear of his own zanpakuto and why he could never say the words to release it. He grew curious one day, so curious and bold. The man sat in the midst of pile of dead bodies, he had grown cold to killing; it didn’t affect him if they deserved it and looked at his unsheathed zanpakuto. It was shining, shaking, it wanted to be called, and it wanted to be released. He stood up, stabbing the blade into the ground then he called out with all of his courage and instinct. “Shinoken, Rip them to shreds!” With that his blade nearly destroyed itself from excitement, the shape changed in a luminous spark, standing before him was the key that unlocked a flood of memories and a flood of power. Everything that he had done, everything that was repressed was now flooding out of him, his spirit energy though only 1% was enough to completely destroy the area around him. The bodies were ripped to shreds, the ground was nothing but dust and for miles anything standing was now torn to pieces he had just killed hundreds with a single release the innocent and the ugly but this was the rukongai district 80, there were hardly any innocent.
He held this blade like a burden, he was shocked to remember what had happened, and he finally knew why the scar was so painful to look at, why he cried at night for no reason he could imagine, why he hated the world yet loved it. He caused his own mothers death; it was his fault, his own fault. He couldn’t accept that, he couldn’t handle it, something inside cracked and he let out a breathless gasp, holding his blade so tightly his hands were bleeding, the sword was shaking and a voice was calling out to him. “You have awoken me, now I must tell you. Do not be sad, it was not your fault, it was no one’s and you can trust in me, she is happy watching over you now.” The soothing voice seemed to call him but still the sudden shock made him angry, hateful at… himself, he wanted to kill, he was too strong to kill himself but he heard of a tale that beyond the 80th district there was a portal deep underground that could take him to heaven or hell and he would do it just to find her. He would fight the devil himself to take back his mother or plead to God to bring her back. He set out on this journey, his zanpakuto was never sealed again and his faith was never stronger, he would go on to slaughter the evil with the blade on his back and the anger of his fists.
He journeyed out far beyond the rukongai district where hollows roamed in droves, powerful and weak alike he spent the next 20 years killing them, trying to find one that would open the gate to hell. That’s when it finally happened, the very last hollow out of hundreds of thousands in that one area; the very last one was the key to his mother. The gate flung open, two skeletons opened the doors for the hollow and behind the doors a terrible demon appeared, a huge armor cover arm reached out grabbed the hollow but not without Shinoken, he leaped in after it and after the would be guardian sliced open the hollow it found the shinigami as fair game and attempted to attack but it could not stand against his blade, it ripped straight through him in a single stroke. He made his way deeper and deeper into hell, eventually encountering the seven deadly sins, he fought several while killing at least half of the group. He couldn't continue fighting, he wasn't strong enough, but a voice called out to him and he uttered a phrase that would change the course of battle. It was his bankai and it served him well. ” Kenkiyoshi, Shino Dezain!“ From that phrase a second flash appeared a sleeker blade just like his zanpakuto’s own form... His mother was not here, he searched every inch of hell but at least he had peace of mind. He left that place in search of his father, hell could not hold him and when he found his father he would have his answers.
Classified Records - Combative Information
Basic:
Carried Weapons: An elegant broad sword, a dozen throwing knives, two feet of wire and A long bow, made of metal shoots arrows excellently and very high quality craftsmanship like most of his weapons they were custom made for him. Normally he would save someone, a village or person and be given a gift as thanks. One he even met a blacksmith he was being terrorized by some thugs: he slaughtered them in darkness and in the morning went back to the old man and told him he had nothing to fear. He was so thankful he offered to make anything he wished. He chose a broad sword and it was made very well.
Fighting Styles: He has no formal training but strikes relentlessly, defends when the situation calls for it but not only defends he will turn that defense into an attack and that attack into a defense. He finds openings, he closes his own, he moves around, test’s the opponent’s limits and wears them down. His fighting style is quite effective.
Strength: His strength is his number one quality, while balanced in scales with speed and durability he chose strength over durability and speed simply because it was listed first and held so much meaning to him; His strength through conviction, his strength in willpower, his strength in courage and most importantly his physical strength. He can overpower many opponents, lift boulders twice the size of himself and crack the ground with just a light thump of his finger. His strikes are bone shattering; scratch that, body shattering effectively turning weak opponents into meatbags with no bones.
Speed: This is his number one quality: He has always made it a point to train his speed just as much as his strength, after all what is strength if you are slow and what is speed if you are weak. He often uses his speed to move just out of the focal point of the eye, people describe after images but he cannot see them because he is moving faster than the image’s so even if he stops moving his reflexes are too keen to see his own trail. If had to gauge it he would say “It can be better” but that’s just his philosophy his speed is enough to swiftly move around opponents seconds before they can react to even the after images..
Intelligence: In this sense he has little intelligence, he learns strategy through battle, he learns about the human body and its most vital spots through dissecting enemies in battle and anything beyond that is beyond him. If this were replaced by wisdom and philosophy then he could say he was quite the thinker.
Stamina: To do what he loves he has to have great stamina, to fight for days, slaughter thousands, to keep the blood and bodies coming he has grown accustomed to fighting for very long periods of time but the maximum amount of days would have to fall between a week and five days, so at least a business week or 5 days.
Durability: He is quite durable, he believes that his attack should never be greater than his defense, but at times it seems to tip the scale, if he feels this happening at any point in training he'll switch and smooth it out, they're practically equals. He has stopped blades with his bare hand’s, his skin is covered in the 20% of spirit energy he doesn’t have sealed away and that is enough to sky rocket his durability to great levels. He recalled an encounter with a drunk lieutenant, they got in an argument and the man while using his shikai some spear, tried to run him through it but the blade slide off without even tearing his clothing(which are protect by this spirit energy) but he noted anything higher would most likely pierce the reishi armor.
Advanced:
Spiritual Pressure: He uses 20% of his reiryoku to channel that in an armor but that amount is enough to waver a lieutenants shikai spear, having it slide right off. Without a limiter it is immense and untamable as he has no practice in controlling it but from what he’s gathered by other shinigami and the academy he has a basic knowledge of coating himself and enhancing his attacks. He also has basic knowledge of shunpo but has very basic abilities over it relying on his own speed instead.
Swordsmanship/Accuracy/Other: He is a grandmaster at his own sword style, so his swordsmanship is masterful in his own right. His precision is keen even with such a large weapon he can cut pebbles in half… well no, a better term would be erase them from existence but same difference. Through punching and kicking he can hit any targets within range perfectly. So precision is high, it comes with skill after all.
Special Training: A weeks worth of basic training by a ninja he once met; she was grateful for helping her out of a sticky situation.
Personal Abilities: “Blind Trance” He often meditates on how to grow stronger, he often trains to grow stronger, he often ponders on new ways to grow as a swordsman and a philosopher this has led to the conscious awakening of a theta state of mind. In this state he becomes highly receptive to information, anything his mind takes in will be processed much, much faster. By taking in all of this information so quickly it will appear to him that everything is moving so slowly as he takes in every small piece that range from hearing, smelling and seeing. In this state he is able to keep track of his location, everything around him, near him and even spiritual presences that are nearby. In this state he will learn through any given sense, noise, touch, smell but echo location mostly. The second half of this ability is physical, after all what are reflexes without the body to keep up with them. He can react to his own reflexes; with his blindfold on that mean’s he is much faster considering he must have this state active for this technique to be as effective as it is and to not bump into people on the street. With his blindfold on he can strike just as fast maybe a little slower than he can process information it’s what makes him a deadly blind opponent. When the blindfold (power limiter) is removed his power is boosted so much that this theta state can only be activated for mere seconds otherwise everything would just sit there: himself included.
-Post limit: Two, the first post upon activation and the second which will be its deactivation.
-Cool down: Five posts.
- Requirements to activate: Opening the mind.
-Cost: nothing but time
-Notes: When the blindfold is off he is given a large boost of power but at the loss of constant pure speed. He is only slightly slower but enough to have a difference in battle, after all speed can mean the difference between life and death. The trade off for speed is sight and spirit power, what this achieves is he no longer must focus on intake of information: he can simply enjoy the fight. His vision is enhanced where he can read little twitches on the opponent and see images very vividly. The spirit energy portion grants this move a large boost, but the boost is too much for his body to completely keep up with and the results are rapid, precise strikes and shockwave’s of spirit energy.
Spiritual Techniques/Releases: With his blindfold on he can only limit it to armor but with it off his attacks are charged with spirit energy and what he can control will be better but he mostly wastes the energy because he barely knows how to control it. So formal training is needed within the future if possible.
Kidou:
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Hado:
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Zanpakuto Name: “Shinoken” Sword Saint.
Zanpakuto Type: Melee
Zanpakuto Spirit: His zanpakuto spirit is very similar to a shinigami. He isn’t tall just average, his body is hidden under a cloak with quite broad shoulders and his face is silhouetted in shadows. His appearance is ghostly almost but his eyes are always changing, as if a struggle between good and evil were swirling around in a mixture of red and silver, a vortex of both within his pupil. The inner world is a bedroom of his childhood, through the windows is a war torn planet. Harsh winds ravage the outside; the ground is bleak and dry while anything left standing is crumbled ruined. Lightning storms rage and tornado’s rule, the rain is a slow burning acid and the sun is eclipsed all the time. The only Exception is his house. It’s the only thing untouched and the deeper down in the blood he becomes the worse this world gets, the problem is he doesn’t know that and neither does his own zanpakuto. They’re in the same boat after all, they mirror each other, the only difference is his Shinoken has more control over this inner conflict. When he visits this place they work more on his emotional state, he has already defeated the spirit in combat a hundred times over but then the score is 100 to 101. The spirit says the only way to truly become strong is to overcome this emotional grievance and to end the turmoil of your heart. They have a familiar relationship, like a master to student, except the student is more like the master than he would like to be. Once he can end the personal struggle is when the spirit can unleash itself from its own struggle and they can become one and he can reach his full potential. When he decides for himself who he really is, is when the master and spirit will go hand in hand and truly become powerful.
Zanpakuto Sealed Description: A simple black katana worn on the hilt, but he no longer seal’s his weapon, nor does he have need to, also he can’t: its too strong.
Shikai: Shinoken
Incantation: “Rip ‘em to shreds!” It was only said once before it was released.
Appearance: Nothing Changes.
Release Appearance: Upon releasing his zanpakuto it took the form of an enormous metallic chainsaw, shaped into that of a sword. From bottom to top there is a spike which is perfectly one foot long, it is in the shape of a pyramid and deadly sharp. Right above this spike is the hilt or the handle. Its pure black and wrapped in leather and clothe, very absorbent cloth, handling this weapon is no easy task and after awhile his hand would become to shake from gripping it for so long. The hilt is a foot long as well and connected to the very bottom or a few inches above is a chain, this chain connects to a thick metal bracelet on his wrist and can only be severed by its own blade. The chain can stretch out for nearly ten meters but unless he needs it to will only be about two feet long. From the handle upwards is the unusual cross guard, this weapon is large enough not to need one so in its place is a large chunk of metal, this is where the inner workings happen, the gears and everything else. Its pure black and has a design on the face: three triangle’s come together and form one large triangle at the very center, from each tip a spiral runs outwards then lays just a bit above each leg of the triangle and finishes off with a perfect circle running through each spiral and corner to even it out.
From there is the bulk of the blade, a large metal board that forms the track and a good portion of the weight. It has a blue swivel running out of the circle of the crossguard straight to the top with medium sized dots placed on each inward curve. The teeth of this chainsword are about an three inches long, 2 inches tall and curved upwards like the blade of a scythe, except there are 125 of these blades on each side for a total of 250 combined. When the blade is spinning at full capacity the teeth will glow white hot, a bright blue intense glow of fiery spirit energy will surround the blade and light up the markings along each side to full power.
Abilities:
“A Sword that Splits the Earth!” Upon releasing his shikai he is flooded with spirit energy, with so much in excess he pours it into his blade causing the weapon to begin spinning so rapidly air currents form around it’s bulk. Then the bright blue glow that encompasses it can be expanded to a max reach of 5 meters, but it can also be shaped. He will form this dense spirit energy into the same shape as his weapon creating a 4 foot wide, 15 foot long chainsword. It’s body is pure dense spirit energy and along the bulk are dozens of large teeth, each about 5 feet tall but flat though they can be made into different sizes. They spin just as fast as his sword and if broken can be remade.
-Cost: ¼ of his spirit energy.
-Post limit: 4
Up Keep: Negligible
-Cool Down: 3
-Note: Maximum reach 15 feet.
Techniques: “The Fruit of Destruction” By giving up the massive weapon and chaining the bulk of it to his back he is allowed access to its track and teeth. First he will hold the blade up infront of him then have the chain and teeth pop out. He will put the shell away then use the track and teeth as his weapon. The most common example is shaping four rings out the infinite track, wrapping one around each hand and ankle. Then placing teeth on the track, he will have the ring’s spin rapidly around like brass knuckles or when he kicks. A bright blue aura will appear around the bladed part when punching or kicking, just like the sword. There is a failsafe, when each tooth completes it’s rotation from knuckle to knuckle it will disappear then reappear on the other side, this goes the same is any of his own blades would touch his skin. Other use’s include throwing out all teeth towards the enemy, turning them into blue saw like discs or a drill arm and other such ways.
-Cost: low: 5% of current spirit energy.
-Post Limit: 20
-Up keep: Unmentionable.
-Cool Down: 2
-Note: The blade will reproduce these instantly after being thrown or used, he just cannot yet use them both at the same time. Reproduction costs are low as in 1% per one hundred teeth.
Bankai ”Kenkiyoshi, Shino Dezain!“
Incantation: “My Courage Won’t Die!”
Appearance: His smile is what changes the most, from what used to be a simply shinigami grin becomes a wide look of terror. His teeth all turn razor sharp and pointy as if they had all become carnivorous and somewhat evil but his blindfold is thrown off if not already and beneath are the kindest eyes, glowing an awesome silver, blazing bright and shining like the moon.
Release Appearance: In bankai his blade’s appearance becomes darker, the once blue hieroglyphics become a tainted red fueling the blade with a terrifying aura. The edges become sleeker, the bulk a bit sharper more edgy and the chain becomes spiked. In his free hand a light will form then take shape into a secondary chainsword. The difference is this blade is dominantly dull silver, almost white in its hue. It’s markings are bright blue, the chain is pure silver connecting to his wrist and unlike its sister blade it has a completely different move set.
Abilities:
“The Sword that Cuts the World Tree!” With the addition of his bankai the blade’s first move dubbed “Long Sword” will increase exponentially. The size will stay at 4 feet wide but the length goes from 5 meters to 20 feet at the very sharp pointed tip. It will keep its properties, the spirit energy is extremely dense, and the spiritual blade will spin 5 times faster than it ever could in shikai. The color as well will become bright red almost bloody in fact. The main difference in this move is it’s use: when he uses the blade he will slowly succumb to an internal hatred, this burning rage that uses his instinct and his massive levels of spirit energy to go feral and start attacking without real strategy or thought. Then the more he attacks the stronger his blade becomes, it will start spinning faster and faster and faster until the ground is being ripped away by the sheer velocity, this is only due to the fact he's pushing more spirit energy into the blade not for just no reason. If he uses it too long then the other blade will disappear and the man he has become will truly shine through.
-Cost: ¼ of his spirit energy.
-Up Keep: 2% spirit energy per post.
-Post Limit: 4 Normally.
-Cooldown: 3 posts
-Maximum Reach: 20 feet.
-Note: If he uses the sword up to the 4th post limit and then uses it for a fifth and does not turn it off, his other sword will fade away and this weapon will overtake him. The chain will bind itself to his entire arm and he will wield it with both hands. His eyes will shine with the reflection of the blade and his aura will turn a massive crimson color, he will delve into darkness and fight to simply kill everything, the fun will not be in the fight but in the slaughter. This blade is also fueled by rage and hatred; anger the negative spectrum of emotion’s which he has many of just not shown. The more hatred he has inside will make this blade spin faster, faster and faster until nothing is left in its wake. If taken enough damage he can be brought back to his senses, somewhat.
“My Will Won’t Lose!” This technique utilizes his second sword dubbed “The Master Chainsword.” With this sword in hand he is given a sense of well being, his mood is elevated and his willpower could never be greater. That leads into this swords ability, while he has hope, belief, and willpower in himself and his sword then he can summon a shield whom strength varies depending on his willpower, of course the shield itself can only take so much damage and the longer its uses the more chance it has to break. The shield has one special property, if the attack if equal too or less than its spirit power it will absorb the projectile then spit it back out with a blue tint. If the attack is greater then the shield will hold out as long as it possibly can before shattering in the spot hit or break all together. When he summons this shield it will appear instantly when needed in the shape of ethereal wall, it has a white frame with blue markings covering the front. He can grow this shield to become twice his size and width as well as control it with his left arm/hand. The shield can be shrunk to act like an actual shield but he wouldn’t really ever need it in such a manner it’s just an option and options are good.
-Cost: ¼ of his spirit energy.
-Up Keep: Zero, he paid his dues.
-Post Limit: 3
-Cooldown: 1
-Maximum HeightxWidth: rounded to 11 feet by 6 ft.
-Notes: He can have it summon to any side of him, but it is mostly a wall, but im debating if I should be able to take that wall and wrap him in it… hmm good idea me, thanks dude, no problem.
-New Note: Wrapping himself in this wall for the same amount of durability as the wall would have provided but skin tight and awesome.
Techniques: “The Dead Fruit.” This technique is also similar to his shikai counterpart. This move will give him control over the teeth and belt of his zanpakuto’s evil half. After popping out the 250 blades he will place his white sword on his back then use these teeth for a variety of purposes. He can simply swing them from his blade to launch out 250 saw-like disk’s or create unique throwing type weapons, make round type of brass knuckles for hand-to-hand and a variety of others as long as it can be accomplished with a track of teeth or just teeth. The main difference in this move is the teeth; they’ve become sharper, longer, and hungry for flesh like a demon’s mouth. Basically they’re more savage when he uses them, making them faster, sharper as bankai should do after all. To describe how he controls them it’s something a kin to moving your finger’s or simply thinking, he shares a bond to them so telekinesis.
-Cost: Very Small
-Up Keep: basically nothing from his vast storage.
-Post Limit: as long as he can think and has even a fraction of spirit energy left.
-Cool Down: none really.
Maximum Reach of Control: 30 feet then substantially less beyond that point.
Note: While being very durable, they can be deflected quite easily when thrown, except if slung then they become mini-spirit disk’s which cut through a lot anyone above lieutenant can obviously deflect them or just dodge. He has some control after 30 feet, such as trajectory, nudging it in the right direction but mostly these are used for hand-to-hand type gloves or something of a surprise.
“Who I Am.” This bankai ability won’t be available until after he has met his father and conquered his demons but here we go. This ability starts well after he’s begun bankai, he has finally learned who he is and with that he will bring his two blades together for massive release of his spirit pressure. The blindfold locked away only 50% of his spirit energy, his own mental blocks subdued the other 50% and with this unlock he has full access to himself and his power. His aura won’t glow red or blue but a fiery, awesome Purple. His spirit energy will light up the sky overtaking the natural color for his own spirit hue, the ground will begin to shake and this tremendous power will start to built up around him forming a complete dome around his person. Then just before it explodes the dome will be absorbed in a single breath then in the exhale his blade will appear out of all this massive spirit energy. Then in a flash his sword will absorb 50% of it all and leave the other half to its owner. This sword is his bankai’s real weapon and it is the “Epitaph of Acceptance.” This blade from the ground up is a powerful masterpiece. It loses the trait of having a spiked hilt in place for a simply longer hilt, giving the blade more force when two hands are used. The handle is pure ebony metal wrapped in a soft black cloth to absorb shock and is custom fit for his hands. It is still similar in design to its elder’s but it’s given a circular cross guard, and the weapon overall is a bit bigger than the others but still so light weight. On the very center of this cross guard is a single marking. Three triangle’s burn brightly with a violet aura, they connect to form one large piece, extending off the corners of this triangle are three swirls resembling a whirlpool to each leg. Then wrapping around the entire symbol is a perfect circle skimming just before the edges of the cross guard. Like a dragon flying across the sky there is a marking that runs straight up the bulk of this blade, right to the very top: it’s a wave pattern, similar to an “s” shape except long and stretched thin. In each little curve of this long extended shape are the swirls from before, they dot once each little curve with 6 in total, one for each foot. The real difference though is the chainswords double tracked blade, it is double edged and both track spin in an opposite direction creating a scissor like effect and a double aura of ripping spirit energy. These blades spin double at the elder’s rotation and with the added benefit of having each of their abilities and techniques. The techniques cost double of course and he loses a second sword but he can access their abilities without going corrupt or forced into using one blade. There is still a chain connecting to the weapon with the same effect as before and he must use this blade with two hands unless he wants to become fatigued from the sheer power it generates.
-Stats: Overall length and width: 8 feet by 2 feet
Handle length: 1 foot
Crossguard length and width: 1 foot by 1 foot
Teeth LxWxH: 4 inches by half inch by 2 inches.
Purple Aura length: 6 inches
-Cost: 50% of his spirit energy.
-Upkeep: 5% spirit energy per post
-Post Limit: 12
-Cool Down: 8 posts
-Abilities: Sword and Shield
-Cost: 5% per ability
-Upkeep: N/A
-Post Limit: 4 and 4
-Cool Down: 3 and 1
Notes: He will mostly use this technique near the end of the fight if it’s a stalemate up to that point this should pull the advantage to his favor. The abilities are not strengthened but do not require any emotional state to be at full power, but the shield will be weakened if consecutively hit like any shield. He doesn’t get any strength or speed increases only a new sword and access to all abilities.
