Satsujin (Murder)

Name: Satsujin (Murder)

Rank: Elite

Age: Actual: 784 and Appearing.... 15?

Gender: Male

Personality: Satsujin is a quiet yet respectful arrancar. He is quite lazy but wouldn't mind killing you. That's just the way he is. He is lazy and would probably and try and end his battle as quick as he could. Finding that wasting his time with someone who couldn't even stand up to his strength was not needed. Although sometimes he likes to play around and act insane.

Looks: it shall be my avatar.

Class of Arrancar: I guess adjuchas

History: A morning sun rising up in the sky with the small sounds of the birds awakened the birth of the boy named Satsujin. His parents being assasins, they named him "murder" for their own amusement. With his white hair and his evil grin, he walked through the door that was opened to him and lived among the humans. This is how the story of Satsujin starts. He had an abnormal childhood. Instead of growing up among children his age and going to learn at the school, Satsujin was home schooled and was trained in the arts of combat. Hand to Hand combat and sword combat was his main learning. With half an hour each for the normal subjects, he had 2 hours at morning and 2 hours at night to train himself. Barely getting a break, he gained strength, speed, agility, endurance, and everything else someone like him needed to know. With the sweat giving, tiring, training, his parents thought he was ready to kill. So they set up a training course for him. Something that would fully show his abilities.

Waking up one morning in his black covered bed, a slight yawn escaped from his mouth. Stretching, he climbed out of bed and got dressed into his morning training gear. Being covered in black cloth, padding under it served as a way to protect him if he were to be hit. Opening up his closet, he pulled out a black hilted katana in a black sheath. Strapping it to his waist, he placed a knife in his pocket just incase there was a suprise attack. Walking out the door, Satsujin had slid down the railing that rested by the stairs and landed with a thud on the floor at the first level. Turning to his right, two large doors made an entrance way to his training center. Knocking on the door, he waited for the guard to open it up the window to make sure it was him. After a few minutes passed, Satsujin found it quite odd that the gaurd hadn't already opened the door. Usually he did a great job with great speed. Placing his hand on the vertical surface of the right door, he pushed it open and was given a shocking image. Stepping backwards, he found himself staring at the hanging body of the now dead guard in the middle of the training room. Dashing forward, he pulled out the knife and threw it torwards the rope. Cutting it down, he managed to catch the gaurd and place him down. Making plans for some kind of burial, he stopped when he heard the light footsteps of someone from above. Looking upwards, a man dressed in all black jumped down with his foot heading for Satsujin's face. Catching the foot with his hand, he grabbed it with a good grip and spun him down to the ground. Smashing the "ninjas" head into the floor, he rested his hand onto the hilt of his katana. Then just as another one of the men in black dove forward at him, he sidestepped to his left and grabbed the collar of the man's shirt. Repeating the process he had dealt the first man with, he shoved the man's head into the floor.

With his hand still on the hilt of the katana, Satsujin sprinted forward to a nearby door. Finding it unlocked, he quietly opened it and peeked inside. Walking in, he looked upwards and saw a hole in the ceiling. Shaking his head, he found it quite insane for a 15 year old to be doing this. Jumping to a wall, he pushed off it and caught the edge of the hole. Pulling himself up, he saw two more ninja shoving their swords right to his head. Not having enough experience, he tried to block the katanas with his arms instead of dropping down. Feeling the blades piercing through the skin, he screamed in pain as the katanas stabbed right through his arms and into his head. Satsujin... was murdered.

A total black out, not seeing a thing, blood stained floors, ninja.... that was all Satsujin could recall from his "dream". Waking up, Satsujin must've forgotten to turn on his ears since he didn't hear the sounds of a chain. Trying to stand up, Satsujin walked through the door and into the training room, memories flashing in his eyes, he once again found himself staring at the dead guard man. Although now he was laying down on the blood stained floor. Running torwards him, he tried to pick him up but found that he couldn't. Feeling lost, he suddenly started to panic. Spinning around, he went to grab his katana when he found the couple of ninja he had earlier faced walk in. Instead of pulling out his blade, he tried to grip onto air instead of a hilt. Looking down at his waist, he groaned thinking that he had forgotten his katana in the other room. Standing up straight, he pointed torwards the men and spoke sternly. Allright! Which one of you did this! I will kill you right now if you don't say anything!!! Waiting for them to respond he put his hand down and suddenly was filled with terror. Slowly tilting his head downwards, he saw a chain ... stuck to his chest. Falling down, he looked up at the ninja hoping they would say something. They didn't. Boosting off the floor, he ran past the men and out the door. He then ran away from his home and into the woods. Ducking under some low branches, he revealed a hidden rope in a bush. Pulling it out, he started to climb up a nearby tree. Jumping to the highest branch, he stared out into the sky as a black void opening in the sky. Trying not to fall, he watched as a white mask popped out of the void. Then it was folled by an irregular green body that was shaped like a half dog/half pig. Freezing in fear, he stared at the monster as it turned torwards him with an evil smile that striked the fear of death into his very soul.

Dropping from the branch, he started to hurtle down torwards the ground with a frightening speed. Managing to regain control over his body, he thrusted his hand out torwards the resting rope that hanged on the tree. Not caring about rope burn, he grabbed the rope with both hands and spun around the tree quickly lowering himself. Right as he reached the bottom, he let go of the rope and flew through the air. Hitting the ground, to reduce pain, he rolled right as his feet touched the surface. Looking back up, he saw the hollow diving from the void and flying through the air torwards him. Quickly standing up, Satsujin started to run through the forest and away from the hollow. Although his efforts were futile, no normal soul could outrun a hollow. Not knowing that, Satsujin continued to try and run with thoughts that he could escape. Jumping off a ledge, his foot was caught as the hollow tried and bite it off. Instead, something else happened. The hollow started to pull him back torwards the black void while screaming of his fate. Grabbing whatever was stuck to the ground, the hollow seemed to have so much strength that it continued to pull him away. Then, the hollow reached the black void and pulled him in. That was what he thought to be his last look... at the world that he once knew. Being pulled out into a place filled with the strange beasts, they all circled around him with frightening smiles. Closing his eyes.... he wanted it all to stop. Then it started, the hollows began to jump at him and his body started to hurt. Whiteness started to cover his head and he began to think he was going to become one of them. Which was exactly true. After a long period of suffering, the transformation had ended and all the good in him had vanished. His body had left him and he had been given something new. His face now covered by a white mask, he had become... a hollow.

Using the black void as his own, he soon was taught that it was called a garganta. Jumping out into the same mountains he used to live in, his want to eat was greater than anything he had ever experienced. Running around the area, he had feasted on all the souls that he could find. He wanted to eat them so badly. Returning to the hollwo realm, he soon found out that he wasn't satisfyed with what he had so far eaten. Turning to his right, he saw a helpless hollow that had just run away from some kind of danger. Walking up to it, Satsujin grinned as he bit down into the flesh of his fellow hollow. Eating it, he found that it was quite satisfying indeed. Looking around, there were countless numbers of hollows there for him to gourge himself on. Eating hollows right and left, he soon found himself in the middle of a bunch of hollow-eating-hollows. Fighting them, he found out that he was most likely to survive this. Then something unexpected happened, all of the hollows including him started to form into something greater. They had formed into a menos grande. Although soemthing strange started to alert him. He could think for his own, moving around, he found out that he was in control of this large power. Looking around him, he saw countless menos grande staring out at him. Grinning, he ran torwards one of them and bite him right in the back. As the other menos grande began to run away, he had already finished eating the first. Feeling the power rise within him, he wanted more and more. Eating after eating, he formed into a gillian. Although that didn't give him all he wanted, no, he knew there was something more. Traveling among Hueco Mundo, he ate hollow after hollow aiming to make himself stronger than he already was. To rise up in power and to become something even better. It was something that he made him feel great on the inside.

Then, his next transformation proceeded, from a gillian, he turned into adjuchas. Growing smaller in size, his power was far more powerful than most of the others. As if he was in a drive through, he sprinted across the desert only stopping but moments to quickly kill and eat nearby hollow. Then he found himself with someone who had even more power. Someone who had stepped across the line into shinigami powers. Wanting to seek it out for himself... he was soon given what he deserved. He had become... Arrancar.


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Thomas owed the thirteen court guard squads so much you may think it's crazy. It wasn't because Thomas was granted a placement among the shinigami. It wasn't because he was able to become as powerful as he was today. It wasn't because he was given a home... it was different. It was the kind of purpose that would drive you to want to live a long and great life... yet that was exactly it. He was given a purpose to live. By being a shinigami, he hadn't lived in rukongai for a long time. Even so, he knew this battle could cause some damage to the town that lay below them. A battle between two strong elites in the world would surely make some notice of others. That didn't matter. No matter what it would take, he would finish off his espada foe and return to Soul Society with good news. Which meant winning this battle. Thinking to himself...I must win, if i don't, the lives of the humans and the lives of the shinigami will be killed. It's not only this battle which will lead us to the end of our lives. It's the battles that will come from this one. I have to win showing that the Captains and the rest of the shinigami are not those who should be taken lightly.Gripping the hilt of his zanpacktou, he felt a slight itch on his leg. It wouldn't matter now. Itches were only distractions.

Distractions would not be tolerated. He almost felt as if he was made a captain just to kill the soul society's enemies. His doubts were quickly destroyed. He enjoyed being one of the Captains of the thirteen court guard squads and would try his best to be useful to his Captain Commander. He knew that his speech would be commented by the arrancar and he knew it wouldn't be an agreement. Likewise, he wouldn't be bested by an arrancar's views of training to get stronger. Listening to the espada's speech on how to get stronger, he almost laughed. Of course people feared Death but letting Death know that they fear him would only encourage him to do his job. Killing was only a minor part of life to those who live normal lives. To Thomas, it was quite large. Somewhat he could think of himself as Death in a disguise. Considering that they have the same job. Soul Reaping... what a weird name for someone who saves the souls. It wasn't that they killed the souls, it was that they put them in their rightful place in Soul Society or in Hell. While Soul Society was the land of the pure and good natured souls, Hell was the place where the souls that did one of the 7 sins went. The lives that humans lead is what decides where they go in life. Atleast that was what Thomas thought.

Your words are only filled with half truths. Sure, everyone fears Death. but what happens if they live a life that Death is apart of. When you're put up to the test of killing, what would you do? Would you freeze and not be able to move? Run away and cower before the fact that Death owns you and you fear it. No. What you do is you train your power and get yourself stronger to the point where you will not die. To train your power and become so strong where no one can defeat you... not even Death. Even though i doubt you'd agree with me, your comments only show the fact that when you turn into a hollow, all you can think of is hate and your chance of survival. You know nothing of the real world. To survive is living with yourself knowing that you can stay the way you are and be overcome with joy that you have a life to live. Your way of survival is simply killing and killing without even notice of what is happening. Then his eyes lazily drooped as he calmed down and went to his former self. Naturally he was a happy person that didn't have the time to make heartfelt speeches. Thomas guessed it was because of the tension in the air and the want to speak of his opinions to the opponent that stood before him. It wasn't because the espada's opinions mattered to him.

It was just that he liked for his opponent to understand why they would die. To understand why you would die would create peace within your soul... even within a hollow. Although this hollow seemed to not want to understand. The kind of hollow that would eat and kill to become gillian then adjuchas then to vasto lorde. Then somehow along the road they become arrancar. Yet it was quite disturbing to Thomas. The hollow had no right to use the shinigami's power. They had no right to make themselves more powerful by taking the power of the race they hated. Even though there was shinigami that ventured across the border and became vaizard by combining their power with the hollows. But it was no power of Thomas Welbourne. He would destroy the espada before him with his shinigami powers and with his shinigami powers alone. Sliding his foot forward, he was about to take off and do battle when the espada decided to speak again. Stopping himself without showing any signs of being suprised or any signs of getting ready to fight, he stayed in his position listening to the arrancar. Grinning, he sighed and stood up with his zanpacktou pointed at the ground. You almost amuse me arrancar. You act as if your are so much better than the shinigami when you have taken our power to make yourself stronger.

Having been in a battle position for a while, he relaxed his muscles and once again spoke to the espada. I try not to ramble on when there should be a battle but what is the point of you acting as if your so much better? Are you trying to make me angry? Acting as if i'll become filled with rage and want to burst out and kill you with only Death and Murder as my first approach? If you wish, i'll return to my former self. Even though my former self likes to have fun while i only want to kill you and get on with the day. Yet my fun self tends to get carried away in the battle. Good luck with that! Something that looks like smiling, Thomas lifted his sword somewhat and got back into his former battle position. I honestly hope that he stops talking and we can get a move on with the battle, making speeches will only delay my getting back to the Soul Society sooner. Although if i ever get the chance, after this battle i'm going to get more sake. The sake i have in my pocket isn't enough to get out the stress from fighting with an espada. Not nearly enough... yet why do i feel that is the only thing i have in common with this arrancar. We both like sake. Many like sake, and it's a very satisfying drink at the end of the day for shinigami. I guess it's popular everywhere, even for the arrancar.

As the espada questioned the question that he had asked. It was somewhat right on track. It was a custom for the shinigami to know the names of the one they battle. It wasn't just that but it was to be able to know who you would kill or the name of the one that kills you. About to speak of what he was just thinking... he spoke. Then he learned of what the espada's name was. "Benhimes Vincitore" A not so usual name. Never in his life had he met a Vincitore. Yet he doubted that someone would ever know his name from someone else. Ah, a custom it is actually. You see, for me, i've learned that it would be rude to not tell your name to the one you would kill. To that fact. I shall reveal my name to you using this custom. His smile turning to a grin, his eyes shined and a light wind came and brushed along his hair and shinigami uniform. Also making his captains haori being swept up from the wind. Yet it didn't come off, it was just like his hair. Tilting his head to the side as if he was mimicking "Vincitore", his eyes briefly closed and opened in less than a second. My name is Thomas Welbourne, 6th Division Captain of the thirteen court guard squads. But you can call me Thomas. Then the moon began to rise from it's prison during the day. The night began to show and from the moonlight... his eyes actually shined brighter. The excitment that would soon show from this battle would be great.

Even though it would all soon be over as he would kill Vincitore as he had killed countless other opponents in his lifetime. He had actually gone to an emotionless expression after what he had said but it seemed that the next comment of Vinictore made him grin again. Don't worry, I'll be the one that lives after this battle... Vincitore. Jumping forward, he performed a flash step and appeared behind Vinictore in a "flash". With his zanpacktou raised, the blade shined along with his eyes after being showered in moonlight. Slashing downwards, he applied enough force to cut through the espada's heirro and make a large gash down the espada's back. Which would only happen if Vincitore was stupid and weak enough to not block or at least dodge. Without breaking a sweat, the time for talking was over in a snap. From his speeches to suddenly appearing behind Vincitore with his zanpacktou raised. The downward slash could cause much pain and possibly prove Thomas's point. He would win no matter what the cost. Even if the cost meant severe damage to his body. That was his duty as a member of the thirteen court guard squads and as the Captain of the sixth division. He wouldn't flee or cry from being hit. He would win and kill the espada known as Vincitore and go home the victor.

C'mon Vincitore, show me what ya got!!!

(Also, there are my thoughts and what i'm saying out loud in there, i'm just not taking the time to look through it to fix it. Although my rping skills have gotten somewhat better since then... more quality then quantity though)