-Arrancar-
General Information:-Full Name: [Do hollows ever have real full names?] Johnathon Agnusdei
-Nicknames/Aliases/Titles: Vitiate
-Noteable Family: [-none-]
-Loyalties: Arrancar Army
-Actual Age 93 years old
Appearance:
-Appearance: Vitiate has very bright icy blue eyes that seem to 'glow' faintly when there is little to no light around his face. His hair is a much darker shade of blue, most confuse it as black in the permanent night that is Hueco Mundo. He has a fit, muscular body like that of a swimmer or a fencer, possibly the shape his 'soul' took after his mortal coil had long expired. Because of his young death, he also retains his age (mid-late 20's) but it is unknown whether his current appearance was the appearance of his death, some compilation of all the souls he had consumed in his after-life or some entirely new form taken when he became an arrancar.
-Preferred Wardrobe: Like most arrancar, Vitiate wears 'white' and a lot of it. Curiously, he wears hakama, signature pants of the shinigami which he loathes greatly. Along with this he also wears a blue 'vest' with a white padded shirt over this, both of these being sleeveless. On his right hand is a blue bracer and his left is wrapped up with medical bandages. Over these he wears stainless white fingerless gloves. Vitiate also dons a cape/cloak which bares silver symbols of the sign of the cross giving away his 'belief' system despite knowledge to contradict this.
-Height: 5' 11"
-Weight: 165 lbs
-Physical Age: 25
Race Specific Information:-Hollow Hole Location: Wear the 'groin' area would be, below the belly button.
-Innate Ability: Viciar (To corrupt) - When faced with an ability or skill based on spiritual energy (such as a Kidou or Cero), Vitiate can inject his own spiritual energy into the projectile and take command of it as if it were his own.
-Mask Fragment Location and Appearance: Present as a 'white band' in his hair as well as some minor fragments on the right side of his jaw.
-Number: ??
Character/Player Bio:-Personality: Vitiate has what humans call 'blind, unquestioning faith'. His personality reflects this in his trademark saying, "Does God approve?" when it comes to deciding what should be done. This faith is his greatest strength and weakness in terms of personality and battle-capability. In a social situation, where others have accepted their fate to be hollows or arrancar; Vitiate would refer to "God's divine plan" as if it were still applicable to them, 'the damned'. The largest aspect of this faith however is Vitiate's hatred of shinigami. He sees shinigami as 'fools parading as 'gods' to trick themselves'. As the name, "God of Death" does not 'truly' apply to beings who can be eaten, corrupted and made into hollows like him. Instead, he sees himself and all hollows as 'divine entities, chosen by God to rid the creation of these false gods called Shinigami.'
-Rank: ??
-History: Vitiate considers himself young in comparison to other Arrancar and so his history is a rather short one. He does not remember his life, nor exactly where he was born, but he does remember it was a very large modern city. Most of his memories of life have faded with time but his death, he remembers the event and the sequence leading up to it very very vividly.
He was a good catholic lad, something very rare and very difficult to be in a big city where 'pleasure' is placed at the top of everyone's priorities who had fallen in love with someone who he thought to be a good person. While he chose to wait for marriage, apparently this girl had no such desire. If he would not give her the carnal pleasure she craved, she would simply take it from some other man who was a more willing subject. The most cruel of ironies however was that she was found out... on the night he wished to propose to her.
He remembers his, then human self storming out, dropping the diamond ring in a frantic escape. He also remembers a distraught woman seeking him out, begging forgiveness. What he said that night is lost to him but he does recall the phrase, "I am not such a pure person, only God shall be deserving of my love."
After this, the woman he once held dear committed suicide. Though, even in death she would not rest. She still craved him, yearned for him until finally... she ate him. She became a hollow and he joined her in death, becoming a hollow himself. In Hueco Mundo where hollows gather - he returned the favour. To become a Menos Grande, she among others was consumed by his personality. The reason his personality over-powered all others was his faith in God, or so he chooses to believe. Such a strong characteristic trait it was, that it over-powered all the other hundreds of hollows and finally allowed him to wrestle control of this new body.
Whoever, whatever he was before was gone now - gone with that wretched woman, gone with all the other pitiful souls still screaming inside of him. Only Vitiate, the new name he chose for himself remained. Vitiate, pronounced "vish-eh-aht" is a transitive verb which means "to morally corrupt" or "to debase morals" a fitting name for a hollow whose faith blindly led him to descend to the level of Adjuchas - Middle Hollow. This same faith lead him to undergo shinigamification a process to remove his mask and make him an Arrancar.
But what if that faith were to run out? Would the built up morals and the human reasoning re-attained break down? Would the cannibalistic, sadistic, immoral, gluttonous side that is commonly simply referred to as "the inner hollow" reawaken?
-Roleplay Samples:Sample taken from - Shinigami Valley: Kinpatsu (at the time) 20th Seat of the 11th Division.
A female who seemed to be in her late teenage years walked along the streets of the Seireitei, her blond hair flowing elegantly just passed her shoulders to about a quarter way down her back. At the tips of her hair the colors varied intensely with some of the ends of the strands decorated in a fiery red color while others remained a calming blue and others still were of a green earthly tone.
The woman was wearing the traditional garbs of a shinigami, the light-cotton black Yukata with the sleeves fully down, the white hakama with white socks and open-toed brown sandals. Her name was Kinpatsu, and she seemed uncharacteristically angry on this day. Although the day itself was quite gorgeous and she thought it would be a good day - for the entire day, she found her Zanpakuto pulsating violently. Not that she could understand what it was trying to say to her, nor could anyone else around her sense in any form that it was her blade that was releasing volumes of spiritual pressure because all of the spiritual pressure released was in tune with her own, so as far as most other shinigami were concerned, it was her pulsating not the blade.
"
Would you... SHUT UP!" The female shinigami finally shouted out, breaking the calm silence of the mid-day and causing many of the other shinigami who had been walking around her to stop and stare. Kinpatsu however, still hadn't noticed this as she continued her rant to her Zanpakuto.
"
I can't even understand a word you're trying to say!" The female bellowed out, grabbing her pulsating blade and pulling it from her right side, still keeping the weapon within it's sheath. "
With you it's just, Pulse! Pulse! Speak, English."
With these words, the blond haired, blue eyed beauty walked passed her Taichou unconciously, not even picking up the words that came from the other blond Shinigami who had also been walking these streets.
"
A nice day."
As the Taichou of the eleventh division went in the opposite direction of the blond haired 20th seat officer, Kinpatsu felt something odd, like a chill run down her spine. However, she paid the odd feeling no further attention, instead directing all her attention to the zanpakuto that was right in front of her. Luckily for the charcoal colored blade within the sheath, it had stopped pulsating spiritual energy. Which meant that at least for now, the blade was safe from the wrath of the bubbly blond. Something the spirit within the blade was possibly happy for as hell hath no fury like a woman's wrath.
Of course, if the blade's spirit was a woman as well, when they finally did meet face to... spirit, it could have meant the destruction of the blond's soul in the process of expressing each of their frustrations at the other's incompetence. For the zanpakuto spirit it would be the stupidity of the blond in scolding it for attempting to communicate with her and for the blond it was the annoyance of the zanpakuto not 'speaking english' for her to understand what it was trying to say.
Then just as the blond was staring the demonic ornamental figure in the eyes there was a low grumbling noise coming from the blond's stomach.
"
There! See! Hear that?! You've wasted so much of my spiritual energy with your constant yapping that I'm hungry again!" The blond shouted out angrily at her Zanpakuto, the fact that she had just come from eating and was now hungry again would have made others in her division believe that her soul was nothing more than a bottomless pit to consume food.
