-Arrancar-
THE WILL OF LAN, states that this app shall be made..General Information:-Full Name:Setsune, Sansuka (last, first)
-Nicknames/Aliases/Titles:The elder one/Elder one/old one/Pops
-Noteable Family:None that he can remember
-Loyalties:His own needs to survive. Also, to the leader of the hollow race no matter what, unless special conditions are met, then he would turn on them in an instant.
-Actual AgeUnknown, however, believed to be at least 20,000
Appearance:-Appearance:Standing five foot nine, he has somewhat broad shoulders. He has scars all over his body from head to toe. He has a long gray beard that reaches to his waist. He wears the standard uniform, however, its a bit baggy. His eyes are droopy and a bit sagged due to his age. He has wrinkles all over his face not body. His eyes are a deep brown. He has gray hair on his head that is shaggy and long. It reaches down to his back and chest stopping at the middle of his chest. He walks as i he himself is royalty but then again technically he is. He would be the start of all hollow or at lease one of the beginning hollow. He himself more or less walks as old as he is, rather slow paced and what not. This is because of his views on time. He speaks with a raspy old man voice that sees to beg for an audience.
He talks much like an old man would. He speaks with a tone of being wise and mostly always right. He has a special addition to the standard uniform that covers his nose down. It's almost always closed and is zipped or buttoned up. We are unsure as he has never taken it off. It fits tightly to his face so that unless you pull the collar away some you can not see behind it or in it from above. His skin is leathery almost, losing that once awesome charm of silk. His forehead and parts of his body droopy from the toll time has took on his body.
-Preferred Wardrobe:His wardrobe is the standard Espada uniform. His top is a little baggy as it's enough to hide his muscular body. His pant legs are slick and stick to part of his legs but are just baggy enough to not show his muscular legs. He wears a black obi that holds his pants up as well as his sword to his side. His feet are adorned by straw sandals and gray socks. He has a special addition to the standard uniform that covers his nose down. It's almost always closed and is zipped or buttoned up.
We are unsure as he has never taken it off. It fits tightly to his face so that unless you pull the collar away some you can not see behind it or in it from above. The sandals were hand crafted by the best weavers in all of the realms. The pants, from the best tailor as well as sower in all the realms. His socks, shirt, and Obi were crafted from the finest hollow skins found. His beard was cared for by himself, given the best care products an old man can afford.
-Height:Five foot nine
-Weight:ninety lbs
-Physical Age:Race Specific Information:-Hollow Hole Location:In the center of his neck.
-Innate Ability:At any time, he may spawn up to ten tentacles from his back. These channel a liquid that comes from the tips and exit them. These tentacles can grow up to 50 feet. The liquid is very important as it holds a chemical that, on command of mind or word, will explode. Half a liter is equivalent to one stick of TNT.
-Mask Fragment Location and Appearance:None if possible...if not then his mouth from ear to ear and a spot for his beard to come through.
-Number:0
Character/Player Bio:-Personality:San is indifferent about others. He has been around long enough to accept the fact that Hollow and Shinigami fight. He has also been around long enough to dispel any hate towards a single race. He finds them all to have their own strengths and weaknesses to them. He finds that the bounto are the most interesting of them all however. He finds that there ability to adapt remarkable. He finds that the hollow race is neither the 'areian' race nor the hellish creatures of the world. He often thinks of others as their own entity and not at all like anything should be done to kill them or anything. He does note that because of his time as a hollow that he has seen the rise and fall of empires. This has taken it's toll on him as a person. He has come to rarely grow attached to any thing or anyone as everything eventually dies. He seas himself as a living paradox. He likes to meditate and even walk around just randomly most of the time. With being not bias to anything he tends to show people the truth no matter how arrogant or stupid it sounds. He tends to hold honor and the word of a samurai to his heart as he does telling the truth. However, this does not stop him from not saying parts of the truth or twisting it so that it fits his needs.
-Rank:Vasto Lorde
-History:Overview:
The story starts with four souls. These souls were the original hollow. The were not turned hollow by some act of tearing their heart or it being stolen from them. They were simply brought to this world as they were. They fought each other as the dominant one of the pack. They were never exactly the hollow that are known as today. First was their transformations were somewhat off. They didn't have a horde of hollow to transform with. Each took a special transformation when they reach Gillian. They each took a large oversized shape of a tree like object. However each was adorned with a special mask not like those that normal or even sentient gillian wore.
These masks were special in the regard as they had a solid color and each were identical. They wondered the whole of earth, not Hueco Mundo. They devoured souls and living people they found. But considering they were not enough in the world yet, they were doomed to stay Gillian for ever. Or so one would think. When in fact they evolved through a different means than devouring souls that were around. These four evolved by intelligence. The first to evolve was the oldest of them. He evolved to a human like shape that had large, almost the size of a light post now a days, sized arms. His head was proportioned to his body and his legs were smaller than they should have been.
With this he was able to move fast and retain a power to his arms. However the down side was his pure size. He cold easily take out an army of Gillian but at the cost of being able to do anything worth while. At his next evolution he received the most human shape one could get. He look completely human except for the mask and assorted hollow features. His last transformation was to something along the lines of turning to Arrancar. He, with the help of the other three, tore his mask off. Through life he has things that even normal men don't get to see. the rises of empires the falls of great heros, the laughter of wicked men, and the cry of innocent children.
He saw the rise of the holy Roman Empire, was at the death of the Alexander the great, and he was even witness to the epoch of the dark ages. Through out the history of man and hollow alike Sansuka bore witness to whole cascading failures of people and their actions. Through his time on the earth and realms alike he was able to see these and learn from the mistakes of others as well as himself. With the passage of time comes the fight for sanity that many of us would lose. no matter who you are, most if not all, lose to this insane being of chaos. One of these few who have survived did so by becoming what was feared for the longest time, to conquer it and take control of his sanity once again.
For a good ten centuries he was, by definition, insane. He was erratic and barely kept himself alive. For that time he experienced what it was like to be what all were at the end of their days. He himself wondered if he would die soon, but it was fate that conspired for him to regain that sanity he so longed to have once again. through the ages, witnessing fall after fall of whole empires he finally realized what it was to be sane, and insane. From that experience he took not only what he should be, was, is, but what the meaning of his being was. After time, one begins to question why they are who they are and what they are. He found himself learning what he was and what he did, will do, and was destined to do.
With the light of the new ideals he went on to become something that he longed for from the start. Cero Espada. Even if he didn't know how to be it, he obtained it, and worked from there. He would learn as he grew and become the best he could.
-Roleplay Samples: - Spoiler:
if I don't have enough to work with this is about what I will post:
As the touch of the Kitsune chimera cascaded through out her body. The feel bringing her to fell warm, safe, and needed. As the female's tail wrapped around and rested some so that Maya could play with it. She toyed with the tail simply my swiping at it like a cat. It was odd how her actions resembled some as not a bird or a snake but a gentle cat sometimes. As she caressed and gently tugged on the tail as to not hurt this female she realized that she had asked a question. Her eyes shot towards the Kitsune and they became somewhat dodgy. They settled down as she realized that she wasn't going to harm her in anyway so she softly spoke.
"M-maya."
She said as her right wing streched out to the full five foot five and wrapped around Carmen as well as Maya. The left following half way, this was so that the Kitsune could touch her angelic like wings. Maya nuzzled against Carmen as best she could and as she did, with her wing around them she felt safe and protected. It was almost as it Tracy were there with her. That in it's self was a fell that she loved.
"Y-your a-a f-f-fox lady."
She said giggling a bit. Placing her head on Carmen's chest she simply and suddenly got quiet and just laid there, listening to her heart beat. The rhythmic patters kept Maya calm and happy, almost like a ball of yarn for a cat.
If I do have enough to work with and i feel in the mood:
The night was deathly quiet. It was odd because this was the sight of a large battle not that long ago. It was a day that everyone would remember indeed. It was a day that made headlines all across Amestris. It was the day the Drachman army pushed to take an armory just a mile away from Briggs. A lone man stood on the horizon, searchlights streaming the snow. This man was but a figure. And to top it off he was an alchemist. He adorned casual clothes and nothing more. He had no helmet, no uniform, no cape. His black hair seemed to glisten a bit like the snow under the search lights. As they passed only inches in front of him.
He looked, his eyes darting back and forth, at the building. The air was chilled and would put goosebumps on most people but then again this man was not most people. Hell, no one knew his name or even his real identity. Instead they saw a casual man standing there, that is they did see him after he stepping in to the search light. The alarms raised and bullets started to fly towards him. He simply snapped his fingers and a large barrier went up. It stopped the bullets and he watched them fall to the snow. Their heat causing steam to raise in to the air.
He smiled devilishly as he started to slowly walk towards the building. Bullets continued to fly and the man was simply walking casually with his hands in his pockets. The search lights all focused on him and he reached several yards from the north side of the building. Then, the man let out a bellow that pierced over the gunfire and into the night behind him.
"And so it begins...."
His words were devilish at best and then the man simply took his hand from his pocket and snapped once before replacing it to his pocket. From there he slowly walked towards the wall of the north side as it crumbled with out warning or cause. A few men were already dead from that alone and the bullets ceased when that wall crashed down. Contiuing to walk forward as the bullets started up again the man said one last thing as the rebel army flew by him so that all, even the amestris military heard, the way he spoke it, left even the hell hounds afraid to rise from their cower.
"LEAVE NOTHING ALIVE. DO NOT RETURN UNLESS YOU ARE COVERED IN THE BLOOD OF THE DOGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
And so the attack began.....