ArrancarName: Shiaki (as Lifeless as cold ashes, no lie see for yourself
[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]Description:
[You must be registered and logged in to see this image.]Visual Age: early 20s
Class of Arrancar: Adjuchas or Vasto Lorde (my BG complites the 2k word need, not sure if you have filled up on your VL spots)
Personality:For the most part when he is around Espada or other high ranking Arrancar Shikai is normally quite soft spoken and formal however outside of the formality’s he can be quite rude, liking to curse... a lot!
Shikai will mostly keep to himself and will not suffer fools, gladly using them for Cero target practise or a chew toy for one of his own ‘pets’, he has a habit of being quite aloof and stand offish as well as destroying things (ie; stripping wood, picking/scratching ay walls, table tops) when bored, however it seemed that Shikai himself does not realise he does this. He prefers to spend him time patrolling around or sitting guard that is normally seemed as quite odd for his temperament but because of this he can normally tell when something is off with his surroundings. Shikai, like most if not all arrancar, Haber a strong dislike for the Shinigami and will show them no Mersey in any form, he will pull no punches when fighting them and will stoop to ‘dirty’ and ‘un-honourable’ not caring about pride, seeing as any ‘pride’ you would have would sharply disappear when you die.
History:
as a Human Kisui, as he was known back then, lived an uneventful life, not being able to see spirits clearly till he was in his mid 20s, and even then he just ignored it, thinking too many late nights had his mind playing tricks on him. He was a married man and father to a beautiful girl, he loved his wife and child dearly and for some time everything seemed perfect, unfortunately it did not last.
Kisui worked as a homicide investigator for the Tokyo police and has succeeded in tracking down and arresting a number of murders. He got home as his normal late time on a cold and stormy winters night, the lights where on but it was deathly quiet, not a sound stirred too break up the reathem of his heart pounding in his head, there was no TV, no radio, nothing, automatically his heart dived to the bottom of his boots before he reached for his gun and begin to quickly stalk around, not knowing if anyone was still around to try and jump him. It was only when he got to the bed room did his heart die within his living body, he found his wife, naked and tied to the bed, her body covered in blood along with the worlds ‘sweet dreams’ smeared on the walls with her life’s blood.
A dull ‘thunk’ sounded out as his gun hit the floor. He had seen stuff like this hundreds of times, but it was totally different when it was your loved one laying there, his legs became weak, no longer able to support him as he feel to his knees, he felt sick and the need to run to her and hold her, but his ‘cop’ side kicked in and told him not to contaminate the area. It then hit him, what of his daughter? He rushed to her room hoping that she had hidden or had gone over a friends for the night, but as he opened her bedroom door he knew it was not to be, her body lay there on a blood soaked bed, her left arm had been hacked off with a machete that was not laying across the other side of the room. Solemnly he left his house to stand outside in the icy cold rain to call his collages on what happened.
There was no shortage of suspects of who could have done it. Kisui was sure on one man though, whilst normally everyone he arrested got life or the death penalty there was one man who had gotten away, had slipped free as lack of evidence pin pointing him, one of the most sly and sick men Kisui had ever seen, he knew that the murder of his family was a revenge killing. A year came and gone, a year Kisui’s only focuses was that of his own hunt for the murder, for a long time it was two steps forwards and three back but now, now he felt like he was getting somewhere, like some badly directed move it was a tip off that lead him to the man he was after. In the middle of a drugs hall his target had five men with him, Kisui cursed, knowing he could not call for backup as questions would be asked, but he also knew that this could be the only chance he got.
His mind made up Kisui readied his gun, making his move. He shot three of them dead within second, the hot bite hitting his leg a few moments after, getting into cover, his heart was pounding but it was not out of fear. Dawn was breaking over the town when the last shot was fired, Kisui stood over the bodies of the murderous, blood seeping out of his left and a right leg, that is when it dawned on him, the dark truth of his living for the past year now. He could feel the growing void within him, he was a man that lived for his family, and when they were taken from him he lived for revenge.
And now he did not have that.
Solemnly he pressed the barrel of the gun to his head, closed his eyes and squeezed the trigger.
Hollow ark
Loneliness became his constant companion in the long months after this death, he watched over the warehouse as others investigated the shooting, he was amused how they took so long to come to the conclusion on what happened, he did not know if they declared him a ‘hero’ or someone who just took the law into his own hands, but he did not care. As a soul all he could do was linger, he became angry that he could not meet up with his wife and child, he started to become jealous of the living, that soon turned into hatred that ate away at his kind hart and chain of fate, like any before him fear and hate bore forth another hollow, eater of souls and blight on the spirit world... depending on who you talk too. He scavenged around for small lost souls and weaker hollows.
Drifting around a most becluelr thing happened, humans, when looked through the eyes of something grater like a hollow, are a very stupid and gullible mass of fools, one human with a small shared of spirit was able to see him and in the act of seeing something he could not understand thought he saw a god. Naturally with a human who could see him the only work ‘eat’ sprang to mind, but he hesitated for a moment, the feral intelligence working behind the hollow mask, “I am the lord of death!” he snarled at the human, “scream, run, and feel my wrath but be my faithful servant and rewords will be yours.” He said, stringing his puppet strings onto the human. So gullible, so stupid, like a fish looking at a juicy worm the man bit down.
After a few weeks the hollow had a small cult worshipping him, it was very amusing for him, even though he did not do anything for them they chanted and gave him sacrifices, small stuff at first but it was not long before they were pulling the homeless of the streets. But things like that soon drew the attention from the human’s law, not that he cared at all, the hollows just watched as they tried to resist the cops only to get shot down as they screamed his name “Shikai!! Shikai!!” they cried out as some were arrested and others shot down. Weeping souls sat around him when everything had ‘died’ down, the hollow just smirked at them, “You are fools I. Will, Not, Help, Weaklings!!” he roared, “but you do have one redeeming trait, you all died rather than be taken like the other degenerate cowards! So I will grant you one last blessing!” and with thows words he went around eating every one of them, none of them resisted.
Knowing that boredom would soon be gnawing at him he left this world to see if he could find some more ‘fun’.
Adjuchas and arrancar ark
The Adjuchas pulled himself from the sand, spreading his wings to shake the sand from them, a new world was now laid out before him. He did whatever his instincts told him, hunting down and devowering other Adjuchas one after the other, he used the name of Shikai, the name his worsapures called him by years ago, the minotantey of the next few hundreds years seemed to drive him mad, but this was nicely broken when he came across another strange Adjuchas. There was something odd about it, Shikai’s eyes narrowed on it as he hovered above
RP Sampile: from one of my BO char's
Ichiyou’s legs gave way from under him as he stumbled. He could not stop running, not now, he had to get feather and feather away, he had to keep on running till he stop hearing that… that THING’S voice in his head, till he stopped seeing that mutilated body every time he closed his eyes, his blood drenched cloths pulled at his skin as the blood dried and started to act like a vile glue. His long jade hair was trapped beneath the strap of the medical back he had slung over his back, it pulled with every moment of his body, but the hollow cursed Shinigami was far from caring about it at that point, the light blue strap ran across his chest, being held in place by his left hand, blood covered his hand and small trails of the liquid could be seen running down his arm. In his right hand he held a green kakatna in its sheath, small gold decoration could be seen running up its handle and a long golden robe was neatly folded and tied up at the top of the sheath, a sigh that it has never, or rarely been fastened to his Obi.
His breaths came in ragged pants as he felt every jarring step his body took. His left leg seemed to give way under him, like the limb had no strength at all, his right soon followed as he found the ground reusing up to meet him, he knew that this was it, he was falling into oblivion, a hollow thud seemed to sound out as his body his the earth. Ichiyou seemed to be shocked that his fall had stopped, ice blue eyes staring out blindly for a few moments before his fingers wrapped around his zanpakuto tighter, he brought it to his chest as he rolled onto his side, wrapping his arms around it like a small frightened child would hug their toy for comfort. It was the most important thing in the world to him, the cool and fresh wind blew over him but it did nothing to ease his mind.
He wanted to keep on running. He knew that stopping now would not be good, that thing could catch him here like this, he shivered as the drying blood on him felt icy cold, the swat from his face causing the blood on his face to run into his eyes, he would not mind if it was his own blood that stained his skin, but non of it was his. With a sigh he closed his eyes, legs unwilling to move any more, he was past the point of exhaustion now, falling into a sleep filled with nightmarish visions of what had put him in this predicament in the first pace.
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