Arrancar
Name: Denjaro
Description: My avatar. Keep in mind that the mask is on the top of the right side of his head.
Visual Age: 15
Real Age: 315
Class of Arrancar *Gillian, Adjuchas, Vasto Lorde*: Adjuchas
Personality: Kind of lazy. He isn't one to want to fight all the time. He usually thinks its a waste of time to play along with someone. Even so, he still will fight what he believes in for his arrancar race. He would never back down and go the other side. He would kill all rebels and those who try to kill him. That is his way, he kills those who underestimate him.
History: Denjaro's real name when he was a human was Thomas Welbourne. He had been a normal human with abnormal abilites. He could've become a shinigami but unlike (ichigo), he never met someone that gave him the power. Growing up seeing ghosts, he had grown to hate souls. Them always trying to make fun of him and other humans. It hurt even more since Thomas could see them. Then the hollows came. They killed the souls that had made fun of him which made him slightly happy. Whenever someone that could see humans also liked souls and hated hollows, Thomas immediatlly hated them and despised them. Even so, he never fought them because he thought of fighting as a waste of time. Thomas had been a lazy and normal boy. Growing up through school and talks with his family. They never knew why he acted strange all the time. What they thought was insanity, Thomas mearly called an understanding. This understanding was the spirits that wandered around the world trying to make it to soul society. Even though he hadn't the slightest idea on where they had acutally gone. Thomas never realized on what would happen if he grew close to the hollow.
One infortunate day for Thomas Welbourne occured. As he had been walking across a bride. A car was driving in rage. Sliding torwards Thomas, the car swerved over and hit him. Being hit by the car, he had been knocked out. Even though he was hit by a car, he would live. But that wasn't the case. he was knocked off the bridge and down into the depths of the gigantic river. Creeping torwards the bottom of the lake, he had already been dead. From the pressure of going down so far without a moments wait was too much for his body and killed him. Not to mention even if he had survived, he would have drowned without even getting a chance. Yet, he was still drawn to the world of Earth. Forever wanting to see his family and few friends. The most he wanted to see though was a hollow again. Waiting and waiting, he had been drawn to the bride that had killed him. He couldn't leave though because he was chained down. He wanted to leave so badly but he knew he couldn't. After years of rage and pain, his chain broke and the proccess of becoming a hollow began. He was carryed back to the realm of the hollow to turn into one. The process hurt him even more and he hadn't the slightest idea on what was happening.
Coming back to the human world, he attacked the bride and ate any souls that had been wondering by. Causing a large commotion, he actually killed some people rather then just invading to eat. Yet his hunger for food was too large. Coming back to the realm of the hollow, he began to eat hollow. Eating more and more hollow, another process began to take place. The group of hollow that he had been fighting with became a gillian. Since he had been the most powerful, he had been the one to take over. Eating more gillian after gillian and hollow after hollow, he knew that his life wasn't over. Another process was starting to form. He was going to become an even more powerful hollow. The adjuchas. Growing smaller in size, he looked as if he was a normal hollow with a strange aura around him. Many other adjuchas joked about it and tried to kill him, that wasn't an option. His new name, Denjaro, was forming. Killing the other adjuchas, his power began to grow larger. Eating more and more adjuchas, hollows after hollows, and gillian after gillian, his power practically manifested itself and he grew so powerful, it was hard to keep up with who he killed. Even so, his nature of being lazy wasn't enough to keep him from gaining more power and becoming the best. He would be the best no matter the stakes.
Becoming a Adjuchas had given him imaginable power that he had never once thought or even dreamed of. He was able to have abilites some never knew, abilites that some hollow would beg for. It was something Denjaro had looked for his entire life. Power. The one thing he liked more than eating other hollow to grow it. To have it meant that others couldn't stand up to him. Having it meant he was stronger and faster than those who had laughed at him and called him a wimp. He was extremely amazed at this power. Even so, it wasn't enough. He wanted to become stronger and stronger. To destroy all those who stood in his path. He searched and searched for a way that would give him more power. To let him go beyond the limit of a normal hollow. One day he came upon the realization of some sort. He figured out more about shinigami. Perhaps he could gain their power and make it his own. To combine the power of hollow and shinigami could create something he had never imagined. To get this kind of strength and ability sounded just right to him. It gave him a satisfying tingle in his stomach. Even though he looked forward to it, the painful process of becoming an arrancar was much more painful than anythign he had ever experienced. Even so, once he got it, it was extremely satisfying.
When he became an arrancar, his powers were increased. He was faster, stronger, smarter, and had control over about everything else. He made normal hollow look like pebbles. (since normal hollow are basically like pebbles to the power of an arrancar O.o) The power of an arrancar was much stronger in his view. He was granted a sword, heirro, and possibly even cero. He could use sonido, an extremely fast way of movement. That let him attack faster and even dodge faster. It may look like took much for some but it was the greatest of all for Denjaro. He had gained something that many others could never experience. It may have been fate, it could have been destiny, no, it was something more. It was something that made Denjaro possibly unbeatable. It was something that gave Denjaro the chance to prove himself to all those who had doubted him. That chance was the chance of a liftetime. Denjaro was indeed... an arrancar.
rp sample:A neighboring wind made its way torwards the dark and evil place that had been created by a single being. The wind practically was forced away to venture elsewhere in fear that it would be destroyed. A cave stood next to that area in a valley full of trees. A family of bears ran across a clearing and inside the cave to hide. Birds hid in their nests, bunnies hid in their holes, and squirrels hid in their trees. All life seemed to live in fear on what was there. The vile and cruelness of this even could make a grown man cry. Even so, this being wasn't the type to kill on any such basis. He was no one other than Denjaro. A garganta had been formed creating a dimensional rift which divided him from the realm that of a hollow and the realm of the humans. Denjaro had entered through one into the world seeking for some fun. Wearing his normal arrancar uniform and his zanpacktou, he had started his search. The mask he wore covered the right top side of his head. So basically it looked like he had normal eyes... 'til you actually looked in them. Turning around he saw a wandering shinigami in the area. It probably had been wandering in trying to look for a hollow to destroy. Using sonido, Denjaro appeared behind the shinigami. His reiatsu made the shinigami fall to the ground holding his body like it was about to die. Even though it was about to die.
Denjaro opened his mouth and grinned ready to speak. You do realize, that this is your unlucky day. Even so, let's make sure you remember your killer. I am Denjaro. With that said, Denjaro lifted his foot and smashed it down onto the shinigami's face. Blood slattered out of the broken nose and the shinigami now seemed knocked out. Reaching down with his hand, he lifted the shinigami up into the air. Lifting his other hand, he balled it up into a fist. Inching it backwards, he readyed it for a powerful punch. Thrusted his fist upwards, he punched the shinigami 20 feet into the air. As the shinigami fell, Denjaro performed a spinning kick rotation causing the shinigami to fly onto the wall of the cave. Coming inside, the bears still tryed to hide from him. Picking up the shinigami, he threw him back out about 20 meters. Using sonido once again, he put his knee down and looked at the shinigami. Raising his fist, he punched downwards continously making the shinigami die. Before when he thrown the shinigami, it had seemed to live on with determination that his fellow shinigami would come and say him. Bad choice. Denjaro lifted the shinigami and threw him back into the den of the bears for them to eat. He wasn't very hungrey, just looking for some kind of battle. It wasn't much but it reassured Denjaro that his power wasn't to be underestimated... funny thought, his power could never be underestimated by the intimidating reiatsu and zanpacktou he held.
Thinking he should leave, Denjaro wandered torwards a cliff and opened a garganta. Once again the frightening reiatsu poured out into the area scaring whatever false hope that was still kept. Entering the garganta, Denjaro gazed out of it, watching just in case there was any more fun to be had. Not seeing anything, he made the garganta close therefore closing the dimensional rift that had been formed. Leaving back to the realm of the hollow, he wondered if the shinigami's comrades hadn't come because they were afraid. Unlike the one shinigami, the others seemed to be smart and stay out of the path that was made by... Denjaro.
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