sasori dokueki

Name: sasori dokueki

Rank: elite

Age: 248

Visual Age: 23

Gender: Male

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Appearance: Tall and slender with a mysterious air this arrancar is alot stronger than he appears, his appearance somewhat misleading to the eye. Standing at just around 6 foot he is not the tallest of arrancar by far. His hair black as the heart of the moon and his eyes darker, his facade is a somewhat mysterious and threatening one which maes most who spend time with him feel uneasey and unsafe. He keeps his weapon (a single sai) strapped diagonly left across his chest and it is rather unoticable unless you know its there.


Mask fragment location: Along the length of my spine

Hollow Hole location: through my left wrist

Personality: Three words can sum up Sasori’s character: quick, manic and soulless. Sasori throughout his life has been mistreated and betrayed by everyone he has ever known, this harsh and loveless treatment has left his soul damaged and bruised, from this Sasori has lost all and any ability to feel/experience true emotion because of this Sasori has not only lost what made him a true person, but he lost the one thing he loved the most, life. Sasori now however misses his emotions so much that he will strive to see emotion become apparent in others, he spends his days making, forcing others to feel overwhelming emotion just so he can try and remember what it feels like, the stronger the emotion the better... and the strongest emotions a person feels…. Are the negative ones. Driven, determined and intelligent, Sasori should make a great leader if only he could understand his fellow team members and what they were feeling, however because of his past he is destined to a life of unrelenting anguish, unbridled pain and unfound redemption…
Traits: ( Basically the personality described in simple words such as dislikes, likes, crushes, and their quirks.)

History: Before we look at his life it is important to know that not only did everyone and everything let down and abuse him, he was a lovely and warm individual in the beginning.
Born into a poverty stricken and demented family, his mother a schizophrenic convinced that Sasori was the source of the voices in her head and hated him for it, his father a drunken ex-con who beat both himself and his mother almost religiously once a day. Hated, beaten and lost Sasori was confused and in pain, he had done nothing wrong had he? all he had done was be born… maybe he was never meant to be born, maybe he was wrong for this world and the world was letting him know. These were the kind of thoughts that flooded Sasori’s broken and shivering mind while he was alone hiding from his father. He went to school just like any other normal child but when there he would spontaneously burst into tears when he got reminded of home… for crying within school however he was often bullied quite violently and made to feel low and belittled by all the others in his class, finding this distressing his considerate teacher paid Sasori’s parents a visit to discuss how to stop the bullying Sasori was receiving, on arriving there in the evening she was beaten and killed before Sasori as a warning for him not to allow anyone else to come back to their home again. His parents were arrested and convicted for murder and imprisoned for 14 years, Sasori that night fled and was now once and for all, truly alone. He wandered the streets for a while begging and grovelling for food until a man gave him enough money to go to a motel for the night to keep him out of the cold, walking to the motel however two men stopped him and asked him if he needed help with anything, explaining about the money and the motel he asked if they could buy the room for him as he had never stayed in a motel before and did not know what to do… they lead him down an alley before beating him, tearing out his hair and taking all the money he had for the room… again alone, lost and hurt Sasori cried himself to sleep in that alley as he began to think there must be something wrong with him for all this to happen to him, he must in some way deserve this. As he woke he found himself staring at a tall and crooked man with a kind face, this man picked Sasori up and carried him to his house not far from here, when inside the stranger nursed his wounds and bathed the young boy back to a presentable state before letting him sleep a while in his warm and enveloping bed. He woke up several days later feeling much better than he had ever felt before and tried to make his way to the toilet, the once kind faced and warm man now arrived in a long white coat and had a monstrosity of a smirk taking over his face, Sasori found himself shackled to the bed while the man before him removed his white coat to reveal he was not only completely naked, but there were several camera’s aimed at Sasori filming what was about to occur… Sasori died from severe malnutrition after 4 days shackled to that mans bed, he was 13.
Becoming a soul now he found himself unable to move on from the world with the amount of hate and anger he had stored up, it manifested itself as a thick and harrowing metal chain that was permanently tied through Sasori’s left wrist and hurt him immensely every time he moved. After several weeks Sasori waited until he finally realised that actually he was once again completely alone and abandoned. Beginning instead to drive the hate and malice he felt solely towards himself he now fully blamed his own existence for the horrible events that have been wished upon him. Hating himself more and more he found he began to change and morph, evolving into a monstrous being of pure hatred and despair, consuming souls left right and centre Sasori did not kill for the fun, he did not kill for the need and nor did he kill to quench the hunger… he killed because he loved the screaming and crying his victims did as he slowly broke their physical bodies in every direction and ripped the souls from their insides. From there the only direction was up, with him quickly finding his way to Las Noches and gathering together with an army of other monsters to assume the entity of a giant and much more powerful monster… but it was Sasori that came up on top here, while all the other monsters inside the tall monster wished to rest and regain strength Sasori only thought about making other souls suffer… it was so much fun, it was exactly what he believed he needed. From this again he came out on top again, being the most twisted and most determined he took all the other monsters power and became an even purer monster, shaped like a giant scorpion. He found this time that even his fellow monsters brought him enjoyment thought their misery so he began to destroy and consume them… progressing further and further at a faster rate he found himself one day metamorphosing into a humanoid shape like he was used to… and this angered him some what, he did not want to be reminded of his youth, of his past, of all the pain… but a strange thing happened right there, as he changed his soul did too, he suddenly felt nothing! His emotions were gone… and oh how he found he missed them! He would stop at nothing to get them back, to experience them again but no matter how he tried to best he could find was to witness others emotions and try to remember how it felt… so he set about evoking as many emotions in people as he could… the realer and harsher the emotion the better!

Released appearance: A normal humanoid size but with a long and powerful scorpion tail, unknown to not too many curled up under his top are two scorpion pincers that he can use when necessary.

Innate Ability: His very blood and soul being acidic he has a natural ability over acid, his blood, sweat and bodily fluids being made of the highest grade acid. Any weapon that gets his blood on it will begin to melt away unless reinforced with powerful reitsu, and it is also not so dangerous but more painful to grab his bare skin as the slight acid in his sweat will burn the hands slightly. (this obviously making him unnafected by any acid)

RP sample: will submit one quite soon.

appearance, must be written, picture or not.

approved

Here is an rp sample of me rping on another site, it is however me rping as a shinigami (cannoning Urahara) but it still represents my ability and skills (:


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The phone in Urahara’s pocket rang as the shinigami sat at his desk finishing off the last chapter of war and peace... He could see that it was the sotaicho calling, but he only had four pages left and was not one to leave a brilliant piece of work unfinished while he was in the swing of things already... he would go and report to the 1st division once he was finished this chapter and see what all the fuss is about...
Stepping from roof to roof the 5th division member smiled as he had enjoyed that book very much, the man obviously knew what he was talking about. passing by the second division Urahara landed on the roof of the main training hall and inside he saw the captain training with several of his seated officers, Urahara waved to his friend and smiled, taking off once more skipping across the tiles as he shunpoed with immense skill and finesse. Landing one final time the shinigami spiral jumped forward, and through the open window leading to the waiting hall for the 1st division.. Landing and rolling Urahara stood up and dusted himself off, making sure no one saw his uncouth appearance into the building. Urahara knocked on the door and waited... as he did he suddenly noticed actually what a lovely, heart warming day it was in Soul Society, shunpoing all this way he had been so wrapped up with what the captain commander could want with him that he hadn't even registered the atmosphere...A skin warming glow emanated from the sky as a light, cooling breeze flowed along with the suns rays almost as if they were dancing together in the air, a refreshing feel came with the air as you breathed and altogether it made you appreciate the world more.

"the captain will see you now" Urahara was snapped out of his trance by a small, endearing man who looked blankly at the shinigami who stood towering before him
Urahara nodded and entered the throne room, bowing as low as humanly possible
"right Urahara, I’ll get straight to the point. Around twenty minutes ago a call came in from our ground base in Hawaii, an adjuchas level hollow with an unusually large reitsu level has been causing chaos in the town and the shinigami there are struggling to deal with it... i feel that this is the perfect chance for you to prove yourself as worthy of promotion as you keep harassing me about. however, do not take this mission lightly- better for you to be over prepared and waste your time with preparations than risking injury to you or your allies...
you will be put in charge of this and you are to assume complete control as of now, you may take a maximum of two other shinigami with you if you feel they will be needed, who you choose is down to you also... we will keep in constant radio contact with you at all times. You and your chosen allies will be placed under a 70% reitsu barrier to begin with, if you need this revoked remember it may take us up to 4 and a half minutes to revoke it and give you full power. On completion of this you will receive a double pay package for this month along with anyone who joins you. Good luck Urahara, this may prove to be a challenging mission." the captain commander said as he bowed slightly and waved Urahara away

Struck by the intensity and magnitude of this mission, Urahara stood outside the 1st divisions head quarters and had a look of what could have been mistaken for fear on his face- this was in fact a mistake as a small smile worked its way up Urahara’s cheek from the left side of his mouth, the right side soon followed and before long he was beaming from ear to ear, taking a running jump the shinigami shouted with joy and strode down the giant steps with conviction. The budding captain hopeful had been waiting a long time, a very long time for a chance to strike back against the enemy that ravaged the human world so malicely and also a chance to prove his skill and abilities to the sotaicho- ...finally the day of justice and repentance was within in his grasp, and Urahara was gonna hit that chance with everything he's got.
Stopping off by his barracks Urahara changed into his most presentable outfit for the possible female company he was expecting to be sharing soon (Urahara never missed a chance to court the opposite sex), he dumped his official papers and grabbed a few extra items from his storage room, several kunai, a few contraptions donated to him by his friend, captain of 12th division finally he grabbed three glasses, a bottle of champagne (for celebrating after the victory) and some fresh breath spray... the captain was really going all out on this one. Having already gathered his squad in the meeting hall, Urahara entered to find all of his members standing in line with the seated officers right up to his vice sitting in the 10 seats at the back, Urahara moved over and took his position, obviously on the largest most central seat in the hall.
Twenty minutes later Urahara was standing before the senkei gate as it fluctuated and charged readying itself. It gave one final shimmer of activity and the liquid door was ready for use... smiling and feeling more ready than he ever will do Urahara closed his eyes and assumed a sombre and intimidating facade, no emotions or feelings were visible in this shinigamis face as he stepped through the senkei gate alone.
Above the silent sky of Hawaii, a deep and heavy feel poisoned the air. Below the purple clouds lay the island and on that begotten island was a very unwelcome guest. Suddenly, as three swans flew overhead a portal opened in their path and they cried out in shock... the portal closed and standing there before the island and its invaders was the shinigami Urahara sent on permission of the sotaicho himself, ... it was a truly awe inspiring sight being so high above this beautiful island and as Urahara observed the area, he let a little smile slip through his sombre front.
Down below a sudden burst of reitsu could be felt, an orchestra of screams could be heard, a line of destruction and death was suddenly visible, the smell of fire and ash was heavy in the air and the spine chilling taste of fear seeped up from the land below and poisoned Urahara’s mouth...this creature assaulted Urahara’s every sense and his very existence made Urahara feel uneasy- the sooner this monster was wiped from this earth the better. Urahara closed his eyes and dissipated the reitsu circles around his feet, he instantly timbered forward and fell into a dizzying head dive, speeding towards the ground below...
moments before he hit, Urahara kicked off a reitsu barrier he created in the air and pushed the momentum of falling into a sound barrier bursting shunpo forward along the ground...Urahara hurtled towards the source of the reitsu as he bent his knees and brought his left hand behind his back onto the hilt of his zanpaktou, a typhoon of dust erupted from his feet as he sped along the ground, the friction slowing him down with ever metre he moved aided by momentum... the hollow came into view and the timing could not have been more perfect, Urahara had slowed down just enough to pull off his next move but not quite too much so he would fall short... the hollow was still a fair distance away from the shinigami bullet so pushing down with all of his strength he forced the direction and momentum upwards as he leapt an incredible distance and mortared down directly towards the hollow below with indescribable speed and power behind his jump. Falling through the air Urahara felt more alive than he ever has before in his life and he knew at that moment just how fun this battle was going to be...
Several second later and he hit, pulling out his zanpaktou at the last second he slashed out furiously as he roared at the hollow with a war cry and pushed through its body with his blade...however it did not move, it did not attempt to dodge it just stood there with a menacing face on and a single arm shaped like a scythe raised across his chest... Urahara’s zanpaktou connected and it hit the hollow with a horrifying squelch, the momentum forced the two fighters to skid along the ground for several meters before eventually grinding to a halt, the burst of cloud surrounding them made it impossible for anyone to see the outcome of the attack.
The dust settled, and the view that came afterwards shocked the surrounding crowd into silence...there remained Urahara and the hollow both still standing...Urahara’s blade only slightly delved into the hollows arm and that was the only damage done...
"I am archaos, I pride myself as being the only hollow i know with arms strong enough to break or withstand any material...i have put all of my training and energy i have into these arms...nothing will break them!!!" the hollow screamed as he lashed out for Urahara with the free arm hoping to connect with Urahara’s chest
Urahara however began laughing "you may have strong arms, but that is where your strength ends, you are obviously not a strong minded warrior!" Urahara said as he removed his blade from the hollows arm, side stepping the attack he brought his zanpaktou down hard on the hollows back...this time a gash appeared and blood soaked the ground behind them both- in pain and rage the hollow began manically lashing for Urahara, who began laughing and dodged every attack eventually flipping over the hollow Urahara landed behind it and stabbed backwards....into air...the hollow was faster than expected and had already moved, appearing to Urahara’s left it charged instantly for him and Urahara barely had enough time to dodge the attack... he dropped to the ground and kicked upwards, flipping the enemy over him and also flipping up to his feet himself...Urahara now stood looking over the adjuchas which lay on its back screaming insults at him
"i say you are a weak warrior, because no strong warrior gives away his strongest asset from the beginning of a fight, no warrior brags about his strength to an enemy he has not even beaten yet!!!! THAT IS WHAT MAKES YOU A WEAK WARRIOR" Urahara roared as he kicked off with one foot and shunpoed towards the hollow on the ground "reveal yourself, hisoka" Urahara called as he activated his shikai... the blade and hilt of his zanpaktou melted inwards towards his hand and once they had completely disappeared into his fist, they exploded outwards into a magnificent Japanese fan, tipped all along the rim with sharpened diamond like reitsu it was a perfectly white fan, with an orangey-red Japanese sun central to its design...
Urahara sped forwards now faster, boosted by his shikai state and he became a blur...disappearing and appearing some 5 metres away from the grounded hollows form...he simply stood for a moment with a dark air seeping from him until he lifted his head and laughed "there is no room in this world for evil, weak warriors...be gone!" Urahara snapped closed his fan and with that the hollow on the ground behind him split in two perfectly and screamed a gurgling, lung emptying scream that made time for that one second stand still...and then he was gone
"i hope that was a good enough show for you sotaicho..." Urahara smirked as he flipped open his phone to report the mission a success