Nulled out [Elite Rogue Super Human]

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~!*We all have a persona*!~

Name: Unknown.

Age: Unknown.

Gender: Male.

Personality: Quite the uncompromising and astute force, Null can be referred to as the humorless one due to his harshness. His manner of thoughts are usually rational, but they are not absent of passion which illicit him to strive forward to achieve more due to his huge ambitions. Even then, he is considered flexible by his standards. A Machiavellian schemer, a classic when one has been seen. His biggest prize is his intelligence, which is valued over all, for it has given rise to his rather lucrative position as a long lasting mercenary and helps him plan ahead.

In terms of social norms, Null can be considered highly sociopathic due to the characterization of his large disregard for other people's safety, aggressiveness in terms of actions, little empathy for violence and his rather disturbing fondness of that said violence. Although not bloodthirsty in particular, he finds solace in watching suffering of others, to satiate his psychological need for 'actions' of sorts. Finding boredom easily in not being active, and as such, it is quite rare to see him bored thanks to his high activity. But there is no evidence to say that he isn't a soft-spoken intellectual, for in terms of communication, he would be quite formal so to say, but it can be dropped quite quickly to reveal his rather true nature were it to suit him so.

Those said activities are countless, but they are mostly intellectual pursuits in order to search for self-improvement in a cascading tunnel of ambitions that seems to be never-ending. A power hungry monster that has no end to such a hunger. All that can be offered is reparations to him, but it'll be nothing but a distraction for a while. In which through all of his pursuits, he boasts a high knowledge on the biology of anything that's humanoid, knowing the exact location of many tissues, lungs and pressure points within the body. Not to mention that he has a very strong mental will to continue on, and due to that determination, he is a hard man to break.

What makes him truly dangerous is the fact he has nobody to call master or leader, as they haven't done much to earn his respect and prove their strength, be it physical or mental so enough to utilize him enough. Especially not in the army where most of everyone were incompetent when it came to combat affairs in the Vietnam war. Given that, he is one to hold respect unless he faces someone whom he call equal or deserves such a thing.

All in all, it can be summed up that he, Null, is a ruthless sociopathic power hungry mercenary that aspires for his own benefiting. Not evil in nature or in general, he simply is that way so to survive alone, as he does pose as a social person, and sometimes present a kind front to mask his rather harsh nature.

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This is the form he usually assumes. Sometimes, his face may not even be seen as he sometimes wears gasmask which he carries with him, and at other times, he would wear other types of clothing besides the one he mostly wears. Also his tall stature ensures that he is quite imposing in appearance and bulky in stalwart. His body is ridden in scars although he has the option of phasing them out them, he keeps them as a reminder of his mistakes that earned them. Most of them are hidden underneath his military clothing. So to hide his presence due to his clunky weight, he wears blackened boots with rubber soles to silence his movements and help him make less of an impact than he should be.

~!*That exploits the burdened weight that lay hidden within*!~

Extras, but not mandatory;:

Height: 6' 4''

Weight: 5 tons.

Hair: Silver.

Eyes: Blue.

Nicknames: Null.

Reiatsu Color: Black with white outlining.

Reiatsu Power Level: Vast spiritual pressure - Hollow like in nature.

Likes: Tea, lemons, ginseng, Chinese food, pain and tobacco.

Dislikes: Loud noises (in particular, metallica), arrogance, sweets, the French, and the Army.

Habits/quirks: Null has an awful habit of chewing tobacco amidst battle, leaving cracks behind as he walks on the side walk, and also an annoyance at the presence of a French man/woman. He also speaks in a fluent British accent, English accent specifically. People mistake him for an Englishman due to that despite the fact he is an American.

~!*Just as time halts to a stand-still*!~
History/Background: Known by his codename Null. This pragmatic soldier was the stuff of legends, a myth among those who have only heard about him. Stories of his victories in the battlefield has made him something of an urban legend. He was just what his legends said, that him appearing in the battlefield made a difference of a thousand men thanks to his strategic ingenuity. All of them were narrated from the Vietnam wars which took place, as the Green Beret served as a special super soldier.

During that time under the reign of Nixon, Null was supposedly killed in an ambush during the Vietnam war by General Kong. The reports were sketchy as there was an ensuing chaos which rendered a huge number of important super soldiers of the Green Beret to disappear without a trace.

One of them was Null who was allegedly said to be killed in action during the escape, even though his body was never found. Even then, no records exist about his past but rather, what he has done as a super soldier. As such, he has been considered a rather mysterious figure, just as Gregory Resputin was. The exception is that he survived unbeknownst to the world.

He took refuge in the closest place where he will never be thought to have escaped. That would be Japan, where he has taken up a newer identity in order to blend in and be forgotten. It was around that time, he has proved to be a special kind of person able to see what others don't see. Hence his military victories was a result of genetic experimentation in order to amplify his powers through adding Reiatsu to him, making him at a supernatural level.

His powers was what gave him the ability to reach up this high, and because of that, he decided to remain in secret for a while, and before he knew it, he worked as a mercenary at a skip of time. After having waited for an almost uncountable numbers of years. Having a contact amongst several races, doing jobs for them as an assassin and a mercenary.

The mysterious aspect of himself is how he got those powers, which really are a research funded by the US military and provided by a mysterious 'benefactor' who in turn was really Aizen in the past, who has decided to intervene within mortal affairs of humans. An excuse to conduct experimentation on candidates within the Green Beret who have an unusual spiritual count, were they to develop naturally, Null was one of those candidates within the super soldier project. There were 12 languages selected as everyone was assigned numbers within those languages to show their power level. Null meant Zero in German, and as such, he is one of the most powerful genetically engineered superhuman within the experimental super soldier project. His entire appearance though wasn't his own, it was that of what he last remembered he saw, that of a man dressed in rich yet pinkish Shinigami robes, although his face was that of an older gentleman accompanying the foxed face man. As such, he can be seen as 'familiar' by several people due to that aspect of himself.

In essence, he is an unnatural product of what appears to be similar to human Vaizardification-like process, hence his Hollow-like presence, not to mention the artificiality of his being. Due to that, he is by no mean a normal human, but rather, everything he is, is simply a display, as his entire body would be considered a 'collective' consciousness to which it works like a hive, all linked together, but under one unifying life force which is to say Null's soul residing in the shell of a body. He is something like a super computer, able to calculate several tasks within minutes due to the number of 'brains' in his body through the form of metal.

Role-Play Sample:

Philip was smiling the entire time, whereas Kuro had a hard time defending, he was simply playing around with him around the court. Although one thing baffled the doctor was the fact that Kuro has withstood a knee to the groin and was able to stand up fighting, leading Philip to question whether he has an iron manhood or simply doesn't have one at all, funny really. This was all a deadly game, and Anderson was the cause of these deathly moves that makes this game ever so dangerous. The stakes are high as all the nobles in the court watched Anderson and Kuro fight with averse attention to one another, yet Philip was the cool headed one of the two. Keeping a cool tab under pressure as he has done this so many times before. It was a norm for him that is. [color=0000FF]"Good move Doc but it will take more then that to put me down." Kuro said from the knee groining and the awkward strikes. [color=00FFF0]"Or lesser." Philip slyly responded in a whisper to the haughty Prince. Just who did he think he was though? Who was he fighting? It was Philip, regarded as the best swordsman within the Empire's courts, a fencer whom has skills in every strikes he conducts, like a conductor, each whack would be a next-to-fatal attack that'd best sever a limb or an artery. His targets die one way or another, this is no exception as he took his time, smiling at the face of each attacks that comes along. Even then, due to his vast experience in sword fights, he recognized the one fundamental thing within the Prince's rushed assault. The motioning indicated another intention by the sleight of hand. It wasn't swung like a conductor would, no, more brawling than fighting. No discipline behind it as it was an onrush done ever so rashly. Along with closing asunder the jaw of the gap that is called distance, and the gasp from such a move that's both; reckless and dangerous. Then voilá, the masterstroke on Philip part. A simple raise, followed by an aversion of the path moving high from the glaive, averting it and giving a quick momentum to Philip, upon using the momentum, he simply thrusts forth his saber whilst the glaive was still upwards, thrusting it towards his solar plexus. Even then, knowledge of a Doctor does help in at times in combat, all of the pressure points, all of the body's inner working, all known like the back of his hand that he would play at. All easy, all attributing to the successes of his duels and the momentum of victories that he strings up. That was Philip Anderson, and he was the worst opponent to fight in a sword fight. Woe is to the unwitting soul that chose him over all fencers, a doctor with the knowledge of the body's inner knowledge. Another thrust follows towards the throat. Now all of this was done in Alastair's presence. He must not fail his Emperor, he must not disappoint all nobles watching wearily as the fight dragged on. Betting on who'd win, stakes higher as more bet on the Doctor over the Prince. Quite the sniveling bastards they are, yet Philip does not mind, he has the knowledge of this, and this knowledge gives him the confidence to continue on fighting. It was something the court does often, bet in duels, and this one was the high staked one, as it is done in the Emperor's presence. Quite an honour it is, and Philip is up to the task of taking some of the honour that Kuro has besmirched with his haughtiness and his impudence, referring to her as some Miss. Being the gentleman he is, Anderson will resolve this in one fell swoop so to say and brand the Prince death. It was the way the court functions, and it is the way it'll go. An appropriate end really, this is how he'll earn his Emperor and Empress's favour, so to say. In a duel, something he has been doing for a time now. Now all that remains will be one dead man, and Anderson envisions himself standing over his corpse, having been the ultimate victor, sneaking a step to the right for a quick combo strike, facing his back and thrusting forth the saber into the rectals of the spine intended to disable. Not everyone always thought he was a fencer at first, and all of these countless innumerable victories has paved way to his reputation as a handy man with the saber. His saber was the finest made so far. An instrument that'll result in Kuro's death. It has been made with the best metal alloys, making it quite durable, and if anything, even sharp enough to slice through another sword were enough pressure given out due to it's diamond tip which won't even get a scratch on it, won't dull out easily. It has been sharpened to a point a single strand of hair befalling it will be sliced in half. A testament of it's sharpness, even then, the saber itself is expensive enough to buy 3 commoner houses, valued highly by even Anderson himself whom he has taken all of his time to cater it up. Now all that remains is for the saber itself to cause another death, and garner another victory for the Emperor's aide; Philip Augustus Anderson. He will earn it all to restore Arella's honour and rid of the Prince who talked ever so lowly of his Empress. A fitting end for him to be fallen by the blade of the Emperor's one loyal servant, and to make it all the more exciting by doing all fo this in the court in front of everyone inside to watch. It was just psychology, a little something Anderson learnt from Zero of the past who has been regarded as a miracle worker, thinking about it as he directs another thrust towards his arm, so to see whether he blocks or not. Were he to get a decisive victory, he'd be regarded as a miracle worker himself. Psychology dictates that the people love an impossible feat made possible, yet this is different. Nothing but nobles duking it out with one another. Nobles are but mere men, weak and fickle. Pull the right strings and they break easily. As psychology dictates, everyone wants something, and the more impossible it is, the better as it'll surprise them and garner support. At least that what Zero has done in the past, whom Anderson hails due to the simple fact of his grasp over the psychological whims of others. A true genius in fact, and that very success will be repeated in this court. All men here will be surprised, and can be broken within that surprise. Being broken means they'll want a friend, and friends are easy to manipulate. Sure, give them a little few something, make them feel that they are cared for, make them feel at home with someone, then pull a string and it all comes down on them like a mountain being demolished with TNT. It was what he learnt in lake Kuwaguchi from his fateful encounter with Zero, and a not-so-fateful encounter with Sakura. His worst enemy to this day as he learnt also of a couple of identities from the Black Knights, such as Aoi Akuma, at least her name says so, who happens to be a major time insurgent. With all this at mind, he knows that he can be the instrument to bringing Britannia into salvation from the whims of lowly cur like the Black Knights, yet all of this is simply thoughts going on and on within the court that Anderson thinks about all the time. Nothing more than that, just thoughts. He is a man of action, and action he shall do. For his Emperor's sake, for duty's sake, he fights. At least he is the only Emperor who Philip holds loyalty to, Ami on the other hand is a snob, she isn't an Emperor, true. But she is a snob, a power hungry one at that, possibly this can simply be an opinion from Anderson about her due to his dislike of her, just as she wasn't fond of him when she first put him into the Geass Directorate Vice-Chief's shoes, before he became Chief himself after the 'unfortunate' accident the Chief has went through, and the fact that Ami has disappeared for now, although he isn't sure how long she disappeared. But he has a feeling that this won't be a case for a long time as she should probably come back at a point, and probably endanger Alastair, even then, who does he have loyalty to? That's the question, is it to the crown or the Emperor? To Alastair or to Ami? Both of whom supported his ascendancy into the Geass Directorate, but even then, he knows that Alastair will be the one who he will support in the end. Arella, sure, he doesn't mind her, she is pretty snazzy and hip as an Empress, a trait he admires, and as such, she is another whom he holds his loyalty to, and resolving this, he knows he definitely also gives his loyalty to Alastair. In order to prove his loyalty, he'll have to fight Kuro and make him fall here and now, kill him so that many would see that Philip is intent on clearing Kuro's besmirching of Arella's good name, his Empress. Something the young haughty Prince doesn't realize even then. It's a common thing with Prince's these days, they just don't realize their place. Sure they are royalty, but the Empress is higher a status than he, he is but a miserly 4th successor of Britannia, someone not even worth mentioning at all. A nobody, a small fish that aspires to be in a big pond filled with whales and big fish. Everyone knows what happens to a small fish that goes into a big pond; they get eaten up by the big fish and will be nothing but stepping stone for the others to go up on. His naivety will be his downfall. His hopes for this and that, along with his so much 'faithful' love to his concubine will also result in his fall. Sure he doesn't like her being called that, but that's what Philip sees it as her as it is; a concubine. Not some girlfriend, not some lover, but an extramartial relationship of not so faithful love. He has seen it so many times before, at least taking Hebe into example, whom he often relates an extramartial relationship to all the time. Given that the doctor has found himself often taking advices from her, and those advices have warped him into someone seething with sadism, hiding it under his 'pleasant' exterior, even given his vain nature, he is seen as polite and pleasant, even with the sarcasm he speaks with. Now all that remains is for the fight to go on, with the death of the Prince being appropriate, as Philip wants it to go on quickly. To end this debacle with his death, as not only he will restore his Empress's honour, he will also get his prize as well from the Emperor for completing this duel. To win and to gain a favour. Too very amiable prizes that he won't mind getting. It all remains under Kuro's fate now. Shall he be fallen, or shall he on? It shall be decided in this one decisive bount which Anderson favours, and it will be salvation most definitely, at least that what Anderson wants.

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Nope, just a mercenary elite.

P.S: I filled out my sheet already, I am supposed to be a rogue.