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Gaia Username: Sombre_Ash
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☾ ══════════════════════[ Personal Information ]═══════════════════════ ☽
Name: Sestran
Race: Hellfire
Gender: Male
Birth Date: Unknown
Age: Unknown
Blood Type: Unknown
☾ ══════════════════════[ Appearance ]═══════════════════════ ☽
Appearance: Like all hellfire's, Sestran is almost completely devoid of color, from his skin to his hair, all of it is a ghostly white as though it was all stolen from him. The only spot of color is his eyes, which vary between being gold or red, often with his mood or with the alteration of a situation.
Height: 6' even
Weight: 147lb
Eye Color: Black with red or gold irises
Hair Color: White
Tattoos or Scars: No.
Anything Unusual: No.
Number/Symbol: Symbol of a black sun.
Bone Fragment:
Hollow Hole Location: Off center of his chest, over his 'heart'.
☾ ══════════════════════[ Spiritual Connections ]═══════════════════════ ☽
Sonido Level: High, Sestran is quite fast as he's managed to outrun people that would chase him down for generations.
Cero: Gran Rey Cero - Sestran may use his own blood to charge a cero with greater power, though it is not needed he may fire a regular cero normally. If he fires a regular cero the color is gold, if he uses his blood to fuel it then it alters to red.
Hierro: Average, In general Sestran would prefer to block or dodge than chance taking a hit from a blade on his skin, as such he hasn't bothered training himself beyond an average level in this ability.
Other Abilities:
Majesty - The living member of a forgotten house condemned for this ability. If he has either defeated someone in battle (gotten to the point that he holds them at sword point for several seconds against their will (unconscious counts!)), if they kneel before him willingly, or they have willingly agreed to take his commands this ability comes into effect. By these 'contracts' targets allow him to send a portion of his spiritual energy into their body where it remains for as long as he retains the contract with them.
When Sestran gives a command to someone that has offered him their service or that he has defeated it takes considerable effort to resist. Over time, the longer such a command is ignored, it becomes more and more physically painful to resist, to the point that the target will eventually pass out and become sickly until they fulfill his wishes.
He can choose at any time to relinquish his Majesty over another.
Over a long period of time Majestry will start to degrade the spiritual energy of the one he holds it with as his own destructive energy starts to wear away at the natural energy within the person with whom he holds 'contract'.
He cannot give orders that would result in the direct death of a person: aka telling someone to stab themselves in the chest wouldn't work, though telling them to stab themselves in the foot would. Also they could tell someone who is weak to attack someone much stronger that could indirectly result in the death of the person in question. Otherwise his 'contract' lasts until he releases it or someone defeats him or holds him against his will for several minutes. This only releases Majesty for the person holding him not others under contract to him.
Chaotic Energy - Sikhil's spiritual pressure and energy is always of a chaotic level. While he can keep it from being sensed with effort he also cannot be using it actively with a released blade or kido to do so. While this is somewhat limiting it also offers him immunity from effects that would control his emotions.
Zanpakuto Name: Pandemonium
Zanpakuto Appearance: A long katana with a black blade with red veins intermixed along it's length. With gold along the hilt and pommel.
☾ ══════════════════════[ Despertar ((Resurrection)) ]═══════════════════════ ☽
Incantation: Let Chaos Reign
Despertar Appearance: Compared to many the alterations Sestran goes through are mild. His eyes always remain gold in this form. Two pairs of horns grow from his head through his hair by a few inches and the blade that he carried before extends itself into a long spear.
Despertar Abilities:
1. Sever Strings - There is a belief that if one strikes the right points in anything at all they can weaken or even destroy it. There are threads that connect everything and when the right strands are severed the puppets don't work anymore. When he strikes someone with his spear (be it with the blade or shaft) it's often to hit these points, and it takes only a small strike to do incredible damage.
2. Force of Attraction - With this ability Sestran can alter Gravity in a small area (10ft area around him centered on him (so 20by20ft at the largest end of the circle extending from his person). With this he can change an area's point of gravity, remove gravity, or outright heighten gravity to the point that movement for anyone else in his area is nearly impossible.
3. Decay Reality - This power is always active when Sestran's Ressurection is active, he cannot turn it off. Whenever he is near (within 10 ft) so any sort of close combat or just standing near someone... the dark rebirth of his natural Majesty activates. It immediately starts to draw in energy from everything around it. The world will start to crack along with any inanimate objects (the toughest of them lasting the longest) and living plants will die. In the matter of people, it slowly decays their abilities in moth a mental and physical capacity. This ambiance does not reach beyond 10 ft and he seems to have no real control over it. This ability gives Sestran immunity to other similar effects by others.
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(limited to 3. Ask Captain or Vice-Captain for more)
☾ ══════════════════════[ Segunda Despertar {Optional} ]═══════════════════════ ☽
(Note: Segunda Despertar is for Fantasmas ranked from 4 to 0 ONLY.)
Segunda Despertar Appearance: Again, there is little change between his forms, though he could already effectively fly by augmenting gravity in this form golden wings come from his back and his eyes are still the same golden color. His spear is now completely black yet still present.
Segunda Despertar Abilities:
1. Decay Reality - This effect continues, though it grows worse than before as the rate of 'decay' both on people and objects greatly increases. It's field of effect also extends to triple what it had been. 30 as opposed to 10 feet.
2. Force of Gravity - With his Bankai released his field doubles to 40x40 feet around him (20ft radius). Greater than his Shikai release at this point he can effect multiple fields of gravity. Anything Pandemonium has touched is capable of being effected regardless of range - it need not be in his personal field of control.
3. Consuming Chaos- Sestran must activate this effect, it can last for up to twenty-four hours and it is more a defensive effect than it is an offensive one. Usually he will only activate this if he needs time to pause and lick his wounds. Beyond effecting simply gravity, which is always heavier in the planescape. In this created sort of sub-dimension physics in general cease to work as normal. The world around him warps often and seems quite unreal, it's hard to tell just where reality begins. As opposed to the illusions many zanpakuto are capable of, much of what appears in the nightmarish terrain around him is thrust (however temporarily) into reality. And places where he's activated this are left looking like post apocalyptic alien landscapes. Most often those within the area of effect will wander aimlessly through mists. For those that have had or do possess loved ones, they will sometimes come upon visions of said loved ones. The only way to escape the chaos is to kill the image of the one you love...if you are without loved ones, hey there's mist, you can wander in it...aimlessly...for 24 hours...you loveless b*****d!
3. Annihilate - This ability is one Sestran can only use a single time, and will only use on one person. By burning up all of spiritual pressure he is able to self-destruct on a scale enough to completely unmake everything for a long distance around him. His only desire with this ability is to hunt down the 'true king of soul society' and to ...ah...give him a hug...yes a hug...that's all.
☾ ══════════════════════[ Background Information ]═══════════════════════ ☽
Personality: Sestran is complex, at some moments he can be careless or downright callous in his pursuits and at others some fickle touch hits him and he can have rare moments of mercy. These are few and far between however, he can range from moody and heartless one day to whimsical the next. Though despite his sometimes unpredictable emotions he remains perceptive of the world around him. He is cunning, and some rumor that even his 'chaotic' moods are all simply a means to a manipulative end.
Personal Likes: Using his Kiseru (traditional smoking pipe), Lilies (they were his sister's favorite), Cranes (also his sisters favorite), Some general vices...drinking, eating, sleeping with friends...etc...
Personal Dislikes: Music (bad memories), Treachery, Failing to keep ones word,
History:
Treachery and vengeance, the entirety of Sestran's past is often steeped in it. The betrayal started at the hands of others, but it ended up in his hands, and now he has every intention to be the last person to cut any strings.
Sestran was born to a noble family within the soul society, generations ago, and it's name like most of it's members, was lost to the history books. Only the oldest still remember some old family that had grown too powerful, too greedy, had tried to take the power of the crown for themselves and were forever cast from soul society for the loss. The name was taken, as punishment for their transgressions as the story would go.
History however, is written by the victor. Sestran still remembers the truth of his family's history even if it's name was wiped even from his mind. He can recall with surprising clarity some days age passed when he was actually happy, even if he can't tell you the year or even the decade where those days occurred. When he was young, so young that he wasn't yet aware of concepts such as treason or dishonesty.
He was one of two children, nephew to the head of the lost household. His sister was his world though, they went everywhere together, they were only 10 months apart in age and she had been his precious younger sibling, someone he had to cherish. Apparently their mother died in childbirth and their father was always away on business so all they had was each other. They would study together, play music together, and despite her being nearly a year younger than he was she kept up with all the things he was doing or even beat him at them many times. She was a gracious, lovely child, carefree and joyous the way one should be.
Sestran was nine when he watched the sword slide through the front of her chest, her blood seeping onto him as she stared with an expression mixed with shock and pain. It didn't take her long to die, but Sestran's powers as a soul reaper awoke as he watched the light fade from her eyes.
The soul reaper that made the attack was dead before his sister's body hit the ground. Though he didn't chase any other attackers and the house was a clamor, his sister's music box had been knocked over in the short fray and it continued to play in a peaceful dissonance to the destruction of the only world he'd ever known.
"A rogue group of soul reapers attacked your family, we're so lucky that even you survived, you are now the leader of your house Sestran..."
It wasn't the first lie they'd told him, it wouldn't be the last. The same people that had come to 'aid' their family were the ones he decided to defend. He'd believed them genuine when they said they wanted him on their side. When they assigned him to sort out any treachery within the system, he thought he was doing a service in those years, honoring his sisters memory by not allowing anymore sisters to come needlessly to harm...
Captain Shihoin of another noble family took him on, the man had been kind in his own way despite the fact he ran the stealth core. After a while Sestran even started to look up to him, he had been more of a father than his own father was.
He eventually hesitantly agreed to a marriage, he was the last noble of his house and it was his duty. Decades passed though he never could forget his sister, and now only barely remembers the wife he'd had. Their union hadn't been a long one, only a few years, little in the length of his imprisonment he's certain.
Yet as he grew older, his powers also grew. It was when he was nearly seventy, after decades of loyal service, his families natural ability for Charisma manifested with him. Majesty his family had called it. Even without abilities, he had a certain charm and people looked up to him as a leader. Once his ability came to the surface he couldn't fully control it, at times people would simply do his bidding because he asked.
It was that power that so threatened the crown, enough that they arrested him in the middle of the night, said that he conspired against the crown. His wife had been informing on him until he killed her. That's what was said, though he had no idea what they were talking about when they carried him to the prison and prepared for him to face execution.
It was when they were standing on the field, though his energy hadn't been purged by the sekki-sekki stone as it had only been three days. Captain Shihoin, the same man that had taken him in, leaned forward to whisper to him. "I'm sorry for this son, and for your family, but it had to be done. It came from the King himself..."
That was when years of whispers and rumors clicked, when Sestran realized that there was no rebellion, his family's deaths, his sister's death, had all been the result of nothing but 'orders'. Despite the fact that they'd locked his blade away from him he wasn't helpless. He leaned down to the Captain, his face surprisingly stoic for how much rage he'd felt.
"Would you do one thing for me before I die? A final request...take a knee and apologize again..."
The leader of the Shihoin in that age always had a weakness for challenges, the fool had done it. Unlike ever before Sestran focused his will on the man, for the contract for his Majesty had been met with the second apology....the man had surrendered himself in some way to Sestran. Sestran gave the only order he cared to give.
"So unjust isn't it? If you care to follow orders old man, I'll give you some. Draw your blade and fight to the death against your fellow members of the court." Sestran smirked a bit as he saw the realization in the man's eyes. Though his abilities weren't refined he understood them enough to know that he would have to eventually follow through with the orders or live his life in pain.
The Captain did draw his Zanpakuto and shoved it into Sestran's chest, straight through the heart, it should have finished him...and yet, he was driven now unlike any other time to survive and as opposed to destroying him. It transformed him. He was suddenly one of the first of the vizard, and yet as he hollowfied that darker half was so much stronger that he ended up more as the espada than he did a vizard. He couldn't however summon the strength to fully escape after a short battle, where his adoptive father was killed by fellow soul reapers.
Hell, it was where they decided to put him, apparently his treachery against Captain Shihoin had earned him a fate worse than death. How long he spent in the complex cell where they placed him he wasn't sure, but eventually, even hell decayed so much that it's chains could not hold him. It could have been only hundreds of years, though he estimates it was closer to a thousand or more time doesn't work the same way when one is suffering eternal torment.
His coloring, it wasn't from fear, there was nothing that hell could take from him that hadn't already been taken a thousand times already. One grows uncaring when one sees the death of their family over and over again, he relived the worst time in his life so much that it only refined his anger, his hatred for a creature so fearful of their own grasp of power that they would kill a little girl as she sat talking of flowers on her bed...
It wasn't so much that they scared him, they forged him, they stole the color from him because it was full of things he didn't require. They stole from him his hesitation, his nervousness, he had hundreds of years to hone his skill in that wretched cell, to augment the wills of those others within hell that he broke out with. Preparations aren't yet complete though, if he is to unmake a creature that has ruled for eons, he cannot rush blindly at him.
He still requires an army, a means to enter into heaven and destroy the creature that would order his sister's death...
Family Line: Unknown
Friends/Acquaintances:
Rivals/Enemies: King of Soul Society
Love Interest:
Affiliation: Hellfires
Rank: Leader of the Hellfires
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