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 Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:38 pm
Zemial Thrane
❝There is nothing left here for those whose purpose is opposed to my own.❞   Full Name: Zemial Thrane
Aliases: Zemial has accumulated several names from those who follow his command, but he has no illusions that more than one is meant to slight him. Though his preferred title is the First Sword of the Sands, most call him something he finds equally suitable, and even more entertaining: Lord of the Endless Sands. There are many other names his followers have given him behind closed doors, as the First of the Espada is not a kind or gentle leader, rather a dictator who uses his power, and in some cases his words to seduce those to remain under his command. Thus while he is called many things, no one would mistake whom you spoke of when the First Sword is mentioned. Outside of his own forces, he is known amongst the lesser Hollows as: Dios de las Arenas (God of the Sands). One name Zemial has caught wind of that speaks ill of him is Obcecado Maestro, or the Blind Lord, and Zemial considers that those who think such of him should speak a bit louder. He wouldn’t want to cut the wrong throat.
Birthday: July First [7/1]
Appearance Age: Zemial appears to be in his mid-thirties, but he claims this is merely a transient appearance. Though he claims that, no one has seen signs of any change from the First of the Espada.
Actual Age: In truth, Zemial is one of the oldest creatures in existence, having survived for over eight hundred years, though much of it in different forms than his current one, he has changed dozens of times over his centuries of life, and has consumed innumerable souls. His age in his current state is still an impressive two centuries.
Ethnicity: Italian
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: He rarely considers himself a creature of such desires, but if he did gender would play little into his desire for the other being.
Reiatsu Color: Rusted Orange
Reiatsu Appearance: When Zemial’s power is unleashed to its maximum degrees it is as if an avalanche of force is suddenly dropped from above, his body is shrouded in a mist-like gathering of rusted flecks of energy surround him, before exploding from behind him in a torrent of rusted flecks, looking like endless pieces of glass building together into a massive monolithic spire. The tower seems to be cold and dead, before the flecks suddenly burst from within as if held back by nothing more than the air around them as more and more of them spill from the spire, until the spire looks to be held in the grasp of a massive rust colored hand, that is connected down into the earth itself. The rust colored flecks are not merely a visual aspect but can work to be a dangerous tool for both offensive and defensive purposes, though using it as such is dangerously mentally intensive, and thus is best used as a surprise maneuver rather than a constant tactic.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:39 pm
 Height: 6’5”
Weight: 220 lbs
Blood Type: O-
Eye Color: Crystal Blue
Hair Color: Ebony Black
Affiliation: Espada
Position: Primero Espada
Partner: None
Base of Operations: El Castillo del Desierto (The Castle of the Desert)
Appearance: Zemial is a tall imposing figure, who seems to have been chiseled out of a smooth marble rather than born, or evolved like most others of his sort. His features seem to rest naturally in a countenance of dispassionate neutrality, but his eyes always seem to brim with the life of the man who wears the skin mask. Though whether or not the life felt from his eyes is his own, or the energy of the countless souls he’s tasted is anyone’s guess. His mask rests now more like a crown upon his brow, with the holes where his eyes would have once peer from inverted from his gaze and pressed tight to his skin, giving the crown of bone a more impressive look to it. His Hollow Hole is hidden beneath his clothes, right in the center of his torso, just to the right of his own number. He dresses in dark clothes that give him an air of command and royalty in his own opinion, and since he doesn’t recognize a force greater than himself, any other voice would be wasting it’s time to convince him otherwise.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:40 pm
 Zanjutsu:
Zemial’s swordsmanship is a loose brutal style, and doesn’t hold to typical conformities, preferring more to crush his enemies with incredible force rather than technique. His parries are more brutal power than deft skill, but that is not to say he is some wild berserker, but merely that his style typically seems to leave many openings, as he likes to let his sword hang at his side. He also loves to swing his weapon in wide arcs, but it rarely seems to matter as his overwhelming attacks tend to strike out when the enemy least expects it. There is a sort of twisted beauty in his style however, and to those who have dedicated their life to the sword would notice despite its wild look, Zemial’s fighting style has a lot more to it than meets the eye.
Sonido:
Though he is not the fastest of his army, Zemial is a monster of near instant reactions, moving his form around in ways that seem to be completely against logic, even as he performs them. Zemial has no trouble cutting down multiple weaker foes in a breath, if he must though he prefers to stand in place and fight rather than abuse his speed, as it doesn’t match with his philosophy of combat, that is not to say he ignores it either. After all, all the power in the world is useless if you cannot touch your opponent.
Cero:
Cero, Hollow Flash, Doom Blast, or any other name you could conceive for the power the Zemial wields like a true master of the art. Zemial’s preferred powers revolve around using the Cero, and while his skill using them is the best amongst his skills, he doesn’t rely on them solely as to be certain that no foe can easily gain an advantage over him. The power of Zemial’s Cero’s has left its mark throughout the shadowy realm he calls home, as an entire region was blasted into a field of hardened glass shards, called the fields of the broken sky, Zemial is proud of his power with Cero, and will not be out matched against any other in pure force, though some may be able to use it faster than he himself can.
Hakuda:
Hand to Hand Combat is something that Zemial gave up on once he took up his throne, but he is not above throwing a solid punch to break up a clash, his abilities without sword or cero is considerably lower than one would expect of a being of his stature, but he doesn’t allow it to bother him, claiming that it would be beneath him to constantly dirty his hands anyway.
Selected Spiritual Power Type: Immense Spiritual Power
Tactician: Zemial is a fighter that seems like a brute, but it is usually more of a ploy to find openings in his opponent while using his natural power to ward them off while he analyzes them. His demeanor is naturally stone-like, and his expressions and tone are rarely excited, but he has a deep cruel streak in him, and love to cause others pain. His cruel nature is such that he would slowly cut the heart out of his closest friend if it would instill the terror in his enemy he thought he would need to come out ahead, though he would never express as such, nor would he sacrifice resources needlessly, but in the end, he seems more like a monster than anything that might have once been a man.
Selected Trait Name Here: Enhanced Hierro
Selected Trait Name Here: High Speed Regeneration
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:41 pm
 Zanpakuto Name: Absolución (Absolution)
Zanpakuto Seal Appearance: (Sealed)
Resurreccion Release Command: “Retener” (Withhold)
Resurreccion Information:
Resurreccion Release Appearance: Holding the blade out before him, Zemial shouts out his command to release, and for a moment, all remains as it is, though he would appear to grow fuzzy along the edges even to the sharpest of eyes, as slowly rust consumes the sword itself, grinding it down to flakes before it seems to explode out of the handle devouring Zemial in a haze of orange, before a bright white light seems through the tiny cracks, and then with an explosive flash the rusty flakes give way to a massive white fist having seemingly forced its way through the ground a dark hole beneath the creature and the hand opens to reveal Zemial’s true form before breaking away and sealing the hole behind it.
Resurreccion Appearance: Absolución
Resurreccion Special Ability: Dentro de mis brazos está la Salvación (Within My Arms Lies Salvation): This power is much like a wall, a barrier between Zemial and the rest of the world. It exists exactly at his arm’s length around his released form, in every direction. It is a wall that has one power, that no force from the outside that is based in spiritual energy may pass it. Nothing, no Kido, No Cero, No Fullbring, No Shikai, or Bankai can produce an effect that can break it directly. It is a nearly perfect defense. It has however, weaknesses that are important to note as well. Any force that is generated within the field is not stopped, nor are weapons such as Zanpakuto, or Fullbrings (though pure energy weapons such as Quincy Arrows would be, though some of their other tools would be able to pass through). This defense is particularly strong against ranged energy users, but it cannot protect against collateral damage either. Another requirement is awareness of the Attack itself, surprise attacks can pierce the wall as well, though no awareness of the attacker is required, merely the attack itself. This power also gathers ‘charges’ while it is struck, or empowered. Once it gains 50 Reiatsu worth of ‘charges’ Zemial may use its ultimate power. Zemial can only empower it by ten charges per post at the most, and it requires him to spend Reiatsu as if he was using a Cero Spell.
Resurreccion Attacks:
Al Volver del Diablo (Upon the Devil’s Back): This attack is based around Zemial’s wings, widening and then flapping heavily before disappearing as a pair of dark flaming balls come from his back, rocketing towards those in front of him. This attack doesn’t disrupt his ability to fly as the wings reappear almost instantly. It is however, a very projected attack.
Negarme es Negar a Dios (To Deny Me is to Deny God): This power is how Zemial became the lord of sands, by landing hard into the ground, he can drop the power of Dentro de mis brazos está la Salvación, and any lose the use Mobility based abilities he might try to use, and instead gain the power to manipulate the material that he has dug himself into within a fifteen meter radius. Meaning within fifteen meters of himself, he is able to manipulate any non-held, non-sentient object to his will, and it must be made out of a material that is in contact with his legs at the time. If he is forced to move without preparing first, he is without this power, and his defensive wall for one post.
Los Condenados Cero (The Damned Cero): Requiring two hands to use, and at least one post of time after using Al Volver Del Diablo, the user may use this form of Cero, which gathers in between the users hands and slowly gathers together, until just as it is about to be fired, Zemial’s wings turn into massive red tentacles and slam into the ground beneath him. Using this form of Cero has the same effect as a Cero El Fuego Salvaje (Wildfire Cero) except that the requirement for use, and cost is one rank lower than normal.
Consumir los Vilipendiados (To Consume the Vilified): Zemial is well known for his thirst for the souls of others. Whenever he kills using his own power directly, he may add one charge to his Queda nada, la Salvación se Pierde, if that being has an elevated nature (Such as a Fullbring user, Shinigami, or Hollow [But not Quincy who for this count as normal souls]) he gains charges equal to their current Reiatsu as if he’d absorbed them.
Queda nada, la Salvación se Pierde (Nothing Remains, Salvation is Lost): This is the ultimate power of Zemial’s Release state, requiring his Charges to have reached a minimum of 50. Once this number has been reached however, he becomes capable of unleashing an attack of terrible power. Once powered this attack destroys anything but Zemial within the range of Dentro de mis brazos está la Salvación, in a massive force so great that it can level anything that stands in its way. For every additional charge the range increases by one meter in all directions. If this power has more than 150 Charges, anything within the original radius is destroyed, without much hope for escape as the explosion is so massive and powerful that it seems to suck everything back in. If somehow this power were to reach three hundred charges, the power would become much like a nuclear explosion in a contained area, but the shockwave would be felt for much, much farther. Then once used, all charges are lost, and Zemial is unable to use any Reiatsu, or Mobility based move for an additional post, as he recovers from using this power.
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 3:42 pm
 Relatives:
Zemial long ago consumed his relatives, and left them behind before coming to Hueco Mundo for the first time, having long forgotten their identities.
Personality: Zemial is a creature that has lived, breathed killed, and consumed for centuries, and in that time convinced himself of a divine nature within himself, to the point of nearly destroying himself. It was however, this madness that eventually leads to his awakening as something more than a mere Hollow. He is a conceited, megalomanic, but he is also a devastatingly dangerous fellow, one moment calm and polite without a hint of malice, and the next he could cut down a dozen people he merely suspected of heresy. Amongst the masses however he holds himself with a grace, and calm that would be poetically angelic, and some could say divine. Though he may seethe in private, he is a monster that has convinced itself of its own divinity, and cannot accept anything less than that of itself.
Likes:
Himself
Souls
Causing Pain
Dislikes:
Shinigami
Weakness of the Soul
Dissent
Hates:
Heresy
Weakness (In Himself)
Women with Silver Hair
Hobbies:
Torture
Board games (Chess, Checkers, etc)
Painting
Biography: Long ago, Zemial was a nobleman of rebute, a living man whose cruel nature was hidden beneath the mask of a third born son, to a wealthy king. He took up the arts, and worked hard, all the while preforming grim sadistic rituals in honor of the only higher power he’d ever respected beyond himself…wealth. It would be until he neared with twenty seventh year of life when he would met the woman who would become his muse. Even now, eight centuries later, long after her name, has left his mind, the image of her face burning in his mind. He fell hopelessly in love, painting wondrous paintings and portraits all in her honor, and as gifts. They quickly became close, and in two years’ time they were married, but this would turn grim quickly, as he brought her down to see his monthly ritual only two months after their marriage. At first he didn’t notice her horror at his actions, but he paid it no mind, until four months later, when she begged him to stop. He slowly agreed to this, and called off the grim meetings. Soon after he was blessed with his Wife becoming with child, but this would instead spell the end of the man, and beginning of a madness that would consume more lives than any single war had up to his day and age. For his first born, seemed odd to him, the child bore few resemblances to himself, and instead reminded him of one of his former associates at the rituals. Believing his wife to have committed adultery and having born him another man’s child, he convened one last ritual.
Calling his wife down only once the festivities had already begun, and making sure the assumed child of his wife’s infidelity was in her arms he showed her the sickest horrors he could have devised, before throwing her in as well. The horrors he threw upon those who once cut, and smashed alongside him paled to those he committed upon the woman he loved. He would never know the truth of the matter, in that there were no broken vows, or adultery, for that night he would die, and so would all those around him, including his infant daughter. In that night he became consumed by madness and sacrificed dozens of people in the name of a god that never existed until that night. Then as he killed the last of the people in his bloody dungeon of a cellar, he ascended a small stair to a pedestal in the center. It would be a moment later that his eldest brother, and a group of his guards broke down the door, and demanded explanation. The man who would be Zemial merely smiled in madness, before looking his brother in the eyes and telling him the only truth he could know. “Tonight, a god will be born, my brother of blood. You so fortunate will bear witness to the birth cries of this fledgling god. Then…you too will feed it!” Then he fell from the pedestal, onto the blade he’d left impaled into the wife he believed to have betrayed him, whom he’d bathed in the vitae and bits of all the others he’d killed before killing her as well. Thus they mingled, and the man died. Most souls of such a black nature are usually consumed and dragged down to hell immediately, but something else happened, the soul that broke from the shell was no man, but a creature without a heart. It was a Hollow. It tore through the gathered souls of the innocent and devoured them, every soul he’d killed, died a second death at his hands. Somehow the Hollow Zemial that came from the man had been too drenched in the blood of those who’d died just as its mortal shell had been. The gathered living screamed as a ghostly beast that couldn’t be seen save for the blood that covered it tore into them, dragging the still living souls from their flesh. Zemial’s hunger tore into his family line, and consumed them to the last.
Then once done, he left his land never to return. Instead he found himself upon the endless sands. Here he would murder, and consume much stronger, darker souls. Still nothing could deter the thought in the Hollow’s mind. It wasn’t just a monster, but a divine monster, a deity of vengeance. It would perform as such for nearly six hundred years, until it nearly was consumed by a massive number of lesser beings. Zemial’s vital life seemed to have pooled around him, even as he’d won the battle, they’d inflicted wounds strong enough to cripple him, and death finally would come for the god. Vengeance could no longer sustain him. It was somewhere in this twisted monster’s mind that it birthed something new, it somehow figured out that its destiny couldn’t possibly be to die here, nor was it to be a God of Vengeance, but rather one of Salvation! Something changed in Zemial as he re-awoke stronger than ever, more focused than ever. More dangerous…than ever before. He walked the sands like a ghost, preaching to those who would listen to his message of Salvation, and to those who refused to listen, he merely guided to their ultimate Salvation…within him. Zemial would save all the souls in existence through consumption, that was the sole goal of the God of Salvation, to save everyone.
Zemial knew however he need those who would follow him, strong followers to represent him, and in some ways to protect him. He’d already discovered that destiny had decided to strip him of his true immortality due to his foolishness, and rampant consumptions without consideration. Thus he created the Castle of Sands, though it is truly more of a massive sandstone cathedral that some could mistake for a small mountain. Zemial’s home is as grand as he and his fellows desire, and he merely plots now for the day when he can bring his divine light to every realm, showing the entirety of existence, the path to Salvation.
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