Post by Mr. Butterfly on Jul 23, 2008 18:37:33 GMT -4
Arrancar
Name: Relampago Principe
Gender: Male
Age: 881 [ Born 1127 ]
Ranking:Espada
Number: Diez {10}
Base Type:Gillian
Physical Description:
At 6'3" in height and almost a yard wide in shoulders, combined with his dark skin tone that suggests African descent, Relampago's image strikes fear into many weak foes. Well toned muscles adorn his chest and body, giving him a bulky look which can intimidate. He looks more like a steroid pumping professional wrestler from the Mexican Masked Wrestling leagues. The hole on his stomache is shown threw his white uniform, a two piece of a tight shirt that looks more like a tank top, covering only his abdomen,leaving him sleeveless and showing his abs, and long pants that are baggy near the leggings. The uniform itself has the kanji for Diez, 10, instilled on the back in bold dark letters. The tattoo signifying his rank as the Diez Espada is located on each digit of his right hand. By this, it means that instilled on each finger of his right arm is a bit of inking of the tattoo, so it can only be properly viewed when all fingers are closed right next to each other as if ready for a palm jab. His dark grey eyes hide beneath thin, long eyebrows and a bald head. The remnants of a broken mask cover the area below his left eye down to his cheek bone, a simple white carapace with no markings. Another piece of mask is located on his right, covering the entire right side of his neck like armor. His zanpakuto is slung onto his back, the black sash tying it there slung over his right shoulder and going to his back via the left.
Personality:
A little on the psycho side, Relampago Principe is not sane in most departments of the brain. Unstable, Rela's thought proccesses lead him to believe that his "God" directs him, "Diez", into killing those that his God wishes to be killed. That being said, anyone who talks to him is "God" so long as their reiatsu is stronger than his, which can cause many disruptions and the like, for in his mind friend and foe are the same. Also, he will only answer the what he belives is his True Name, Diez, though how is unanswerable except to his unfathomable mind. So, telling him to kill Person A will be a "Command of the God," and he will make sure to carry it out no matter what the cost.
When not killing things in the name of the random God-Person of the Day, Rela can be found roaming the halls of Los Noches, thinking. About what, you may ask? What else - All the things he'd done in his God(s) name, all the time. It has entirely consumed him.
For some odd reason, the simple mentioning of someone burning at stake or on a crusifix (sp?) makes him furious, sending him into a rant about how "its against the word of god" and "It's unholy", babbling alot of utter nonsense in his deliria.
When not in an unholy rage, Relampago can be calmly walking the halls. He believes that walking them is like traversing holy ground, and is a very dedicated to it. Of course, this is bad for the Numeros as he sees them as tresspassers, violaters of holy ground. And he crushes unholy tresspassers, as many Fraccion will tell you about lost brothers and sisters that he has claimed.
When angry or IN a holy rage, those within 20 feet of him had better leave the area fast. When fuming, Rela will take it out on anyone and anything near him, descimating them deftly in blind rage. After he is done with his tantrum he will regain control of himself, or at least the little control he has.
History:
Born 1127 to a Northern European Priest and his wife under the name Samuel Frederick the Second, in the midst of Europe. A rather small town in the midst of the farming region, the home town of Samuel had the population of about 600 people in grand total. The young Samuel might have stood out due to the fact that his mother was of African descent, unusual to see in mid Europe era. His father was scolded upon by some of the more racist of community members, and they felt that he should no longer be the leader of the church. However, he remained due to his popularity with the rest of the town, as he was a good teacher of the Bible, if not strict.
His strict nature was apparent with his son Samuel, as he rigorously forced it upon him as he grew up, even as an infant. As soon as he reached the age where he could talk fluently at 4, he was taught to read, his father making him take hard lessons in learning his letters and reading. He was only allowed to read, guess what, the Bible. He was pretty much a hostage of his own home and his father's teachings, stuck in his house and unable to play with others at all.
On his 10th birthday in 1137 A.D. , his mother passed away due to a bad case of pnuemonia, leaving it to be just him and his father. Samuel was scared, even though he had grown so used to the mental punishment his father subjected him too. His mind was tired and overloaded from constant studying and forced reading. Added that to the fact that his Father felt that he would never live up to his high expectations of over exuberating the Lorde's lessons for a proper man, taking everything to seriously. In example, if his writing the letter "A" was slightly crooked in the least, his Father would beat him for "disobeying his parent" when asked to write perfectly. Maybe his father was crazed, or simply taking out the pain of loosing his wife on his son.
Once he was 15, his father decided that no matter how much he taught his son it would amount to nothing. He gave him up to the European enlistments, for use as a soldier fodder. Samuel was confused as he was cast into his new life. Forced into the life of sword and shield, he quickly became just like many other young men, just another pawn And yet, it turns out that Samuel's dark strong broad build was knacked up for the job, making the takedown of "enemy", or training dummies, very easy. He was recognized for his prowess and was promoted to be a small troop leader, helping train to others, a small task force of about 7 men.
On his 20th birthday they set off towards Portugal in what would soon be known as the Second Crusade. He was put in charge of a few men, but was otherwise expected to do nothing but what his superior officers told him too. Little did he know. Little did he know....
In 1147, Samuel was ordered to take his small platoon into the outer territory surrounding the city of Lisbon. There the Muslim soldiers ambushed his platoon, yet they managed to fend them off. However, one of the muslims, upon dieing, shouted out the words "God is a Lie!"
This seemed to take every harsh lesson, every cold cruel day, and snap his brain in half. A crazed look may have twinkled in his eye, and he ordered his squad to set camp up to sleep.Later that night in their sleep, he went by every single soldier and slit their throats. After he had sliced the last one, he looked up to the sky, his once pristine uniform stained with the crimson of dark blood. he laughed manicaclly.
"YE LORDE, FORGIVE ME! TAKE ME AS A SACRIFICE FOR THESE FOOLISH ONES I'VE SLAIN!"
And with that he stabbed his own heart, hoping that, in his mad dilusion, he would be forgiven and could leave this earth. However, he apparently wasn't accepted or had other things to do on the Earth, and his soul was left where his corpse fell. He was startled and confused, how had he not attained the key to heaven? All his lessons, learnings and even the sacrifice he had made for the one he worshipped...was it not enough? Maybe more deaths in the name of the lord would suffice, he thought, but how? The question repeated itself in his head about 15 minutes before something was behind him- a swift shadowy movement. Dark skinned Samuel turned to see what it was, but before he could find out it had engulfed him, the dark binds surrounding him. A voice echoed from around him....dark and slow.
"You who wields such a strong desire.....become one of us, and you may attain your wish."
Enticed by this, Samuel believed this, thinking that this voice was the one of an angel or holy force.
"Yes! Yes! i'll do anything!"
The dark voice chuckled, and then Samuel was swathed in the dark river. No longer was the being Samuel in existance, but the Hollow Centella Caballero was born.
Large, with four large broad arms and a long swinging snake tail for feet, the toothy mask of Centella Caballero was frightening. No longer the holy obsessionist he once was, he was now a mindless slave to the upper class Hollow, Mongrel Meckala. For the next few hundred years the many lives were killed in his name with the former Samuel as one of his foot soldiers.
However, it was not to be for long, for after almost a hundred years, Mongrel was caught and slayed by Shinagami. Lacking a leader, he and many others went back to what Hollows did best - keeping up with instincts. Hunting became a number one, but Caballero stayed in Hueco Mundo for the most part to survive, somehow knowing that staying in the human realm to long would lead to his death.
Feeding upon the weak Hollows when hunting was slow, Centella usually feasted upon the natural energy and reishi available in the Hollow realm. However, sometimes he went out on Human world excursions, causing havoc as he went. The assasination of an important chancellor in Fuedal China in the 1600s? Blame him. The mass disapearance of Indian children in the early 18th Century? Lets say he was full for a few days, as were some of his compatriots he went hunting with that night.
However, meerly gaining meek amounts of power did not suffice. Deciding that more power was needed, even if it meant working with more Hollows, was understandable. So, together with about 8 other medium strength Hollows, they combined to form a Menos Grande Gillian. However, somehow a personality surfaced and rose, giving birth to Relampago the Gillian. Slightly crazed and delirious about how to differentiate between Hollow and Human, friend and foe, he consumed all he could, devouring weaker Gillians and Hollows and then going on to eat a human or two.
In the year 1927, Relampago lost a fight to a weaker Adjuchas, but somehow escaped in a bizzare twist of fatein which another Adjuchas interfeared and ate it, preoccupied with it's new food to notice the weak Rela. The menos decided that more strength must be obtained. But how? A trek through Hueco Mundo was his answer. The trip eventually led him around the realm's endless desert, and ended and Los Noches.
The incredable fortress stood before him, like a lightbulb above a cartoon genius. It told him that they way to power....was through Shinagamification. He promptly ripped off his mask, and the resulting urge in power led to the creation of a new being, Relampago Principe. Entering into Los Noches after crushing the skulls of the guards, his power was recognized, and instead of being terminated for slaughtering the few Numeros in his way, he was nominated the Diez Espada.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
Encender Granada Light Grenade
More like a cero in a ball than anything else. Relampago concentrates and captures light and reiatsu into his palm, making a visible orb of energy about the size of a soccer ball. He can then propel or throw it from his hand with a push of reiatsu, where it will cause a miniature explosion upon contact with any surface, including himself.
Additional Info:
If you don't talk to him, your not God to him, so he might just crush you!
General:
Appearance:
Rela's zanpakuto is on average, the blade length is 4 feet, including the slight bending crook it has halfway down the blade. The hilt is covered in a red wrap and the sword blade itself is covered in blood like stains. Easily carried in one of Rela's big hands, the sword is used for offense and defense sparringly, since Relamapgo perfers to pummel his foes to death with, quote, "These hulking paws of death that Thy Lorde so thankfully gave to me."
Resurrecctión
"Surge, PiadosoTempestad Reino!" Surge, Godly Storm Kingdom!
Armor/ Appearance:
To Activate the Resurrecction, Relampago holds the sword out in front of him, the blade facing up towards the sky held in one hand, the other hand grasping the end of the hilt and his hand above that. After saying the activation phrase, a dark cloud eminates from the sword, shrouding him with surprising quickness. Electric currents seem to slide about in the cloud itself.
Once the cloud dissapates, it reviels the new Relampago Principe in Resurrecction. Instead of a tank top style outfit showing off his muscles, Medieval Armor style carapace covers his entire upper torso, thick around his chest and slim like plate metal. It has no seems, however, appearing perfectly smooth. His legs change drastically as well, armor covering them. Above the knee it's the same as the torso- smooth and seamless. However, below the knee it's different. His shoes change to those of an Arabian Genie, the one piece looking shoes with the pointed tip. The legs themself appear to have odd braces on them, 3 bars surrounding the leg below the knee down to the heel, connected to the leg itself. The same goes for his arms from the wrist to the elbow - 3 braces connected to his arm. His face changes, becoming a style of lower helm, like a face plate covering the bottom half of his face from the nose down, and then plate covers the top of his head to his neck connecting to the face plate from about 2 centimeters above his eyebrows back. Overall, he looks like one of the Crusade's Knights, reflecting on his holy attitude.
Abilities:
Sr Centella Lorde's Lightning
The braces on either one of Rela's wrists began to spark, generating electricity around the arms. It is visible in the air, cracking and flowing in a current around the 3 bars of the braces. Once electricity is charged up, Relamago can punch the foe, or at the foe, and a streamed surge of pure voltage is sent out, blasting everything in front of it. More like a focused blast in front of him than anything else. This has descent damage capabilities and average reiatsu consumption, but is easy to dodge if you see it coming.
Profano Lanzar Destellos Unholy Flash
By charging up electricity on both arm and leg braces, Relampago can release it all in an instant like a flash grenade around his body, creating a blinding light combined with his own reiatsu. This technique crushes lesser foes and can cause a distraction to opponents by blinding them for a few seconds. While weak it doesn't take much reiatsu, so it's very handy.
Encender Granada Estrago Light Grenade Havoc
Utilizing the increased reiatsu and ability to charge up his own electrical light, Relampago is able to create 5 individual Encender Grenada floating around the hand in which they were created, then can throw them with a reiatsu force. Pretty much just the ability to hurl more Grenada at once. This attack drains allot of reiatsu to use, but the result is devastating, capable of leveling an entire room in Los Noches in one blow....and by that I mean a very large room.
Bala : The technique hardens the user's spiritual pressure and fires it like a bullet from their fist. Though weaker than a cero blast, it moves about twenty times faster
[Arrancar only]
Cero: High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers
[Menos, Arrancar, & Vizard only]
Garganta : It literally tears open the dimensional fabric separating the worlds, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy that must be focused and solidified to create a discernible pathway
[All hollow possess this ability, though the appearance of the ability differs according to a hollow's strength]
Hierro : Hardened skin caused by the compression of spirit power. This allows Arrancar to block released Zanpakuto bare-handed, but is not impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar possess stronger skin.
[Arrancar Only]
Negacion : A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
[Menos class and Arrancar only]
Pesquisa : The ability to sense and track spiritual power
[All hollows may possess this, though the strength of this ability depends on the strength of the user]
Sonido : Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
[Arrancar only]
**Custom since it's not on the list but is in the manga/show**
Grande Rey Cero: A much more powerful version of a cero, said to be used only by Espada. It has much more destructive force and power but seems to take longer to charge up for firing. [Espada Only]
Other Characters:
Barda - Vaizard Council
Anaklusmos - Numeros
Felix - Student
Marisa - NWO Operative
Roleplay Sample:
Hollows of War
Link: bleachedsouls.proboards92.com/index.cgi?board=karakuratown&action=display&thread=548
Post used as Sample:
I am Also working on a topic based on his arrival with Uryuujin and his Espada Seteku, which might reviel some more about him and how I RP with him if you are curious.
General Info
Name: Relampago Principe
Gender: Male
Age: 881 [ Born 1127 ]
Ranking:Espada
Number: Diez {10}
Base Type:Gillian
Physical Description:
At 6'3" in height and almost a yard wide in shoulders, combined with his dark skin tone that suggests African descent, Relampago's image strikes fear into many weak foes. Well toned muscles adorn his chest and body, giving him a bulky look which can intimidate. He looks more like a steroid pumping professional wrestler from the Mexican Masked Wrestling leagues. The hole on his stomache is shown threw his white uniform, a two piece of a tight shirt that looks more like a tank top, covering only his abdomen,leaving him sleeveless and showing his abs, and long pants that are baggy near the leggings. The uniform itself has the kanji for Diez, 10, instilled on the back in bold dark letters. The tattoo signifying his rank as the Diez Espada is located on each digit of his right hand. By this, it means that instilled on each finger of his right arm is a bit of inking of the tattoo, so it can only be properly viewed when all fingers are closed right next to each other as if ready for a palm jab. His dark grey eyes hide beneath thin, long eyebrows and a bald head. The remnants of a broken mask cover the area below his left eye down to his cheek bone, a simple white carapace with no markings. Another piece of mask is located on his right, covering the entire right side of his neck like armor. His zanpakuto is slung onto his back, the black sash tying it there slung over his right shoulder and going to his back via the left.
Personality:
A little on the psycho side, Relampago Principe is not sane in most departments of the brain. Unstable, Rela's thought proccesses lead him to believe that his "God" directs him, "Diez", into killing those that his God wishes to be killed. That being said, anyone who talks to him is "God" so long as their reiatsu is stronger than his, which can cause many disruptions and the like, for in his mind friend and foe are the same. Also, he will only answer the what he belives is his True Name, Diez, though how is unanswerable except to his unfathomable mind. So, telling him to kill Person A will be a "Command of the God," and he will make sure to carry it out no matter what the cost.
When not killing things in the name of the random God-Person of the Day, Rela can be found roaming the halls of Los Noches, thinking. About what, you may ask? What else - All the things he'd done in his God(s) name, all the time. It has entirely consumed him.
For some odd reason, the simple mentioning of someone burning at stake or on a crusifix (sp?) makes him furious, sending him into a rant about how "its against the word of god" and "It's unholy", babbling alot of utter nonsense in his deliria.
When not in an unholy rage, Relampago can be calmly walking the halls. He believes that walking them is like traversing holy ground, and is a very dedicated to it. Of course, this is bad for the Numeros as he sees them as tresspassers, violaters of holy ground. And he crushes unholy tresspassers, as many Fraccion will tell you about lost brothers and sisters that he has claimed.
When angry or IN a holy rage, those within 20 feet of him had better leave the area fast. When fuming, Rela will take it out on anyone and anything near him, descimating them deftly in blind rage. After he is done with his tantrum he will regain control of himself, or at least the little control he has.
History:
Born 1127 to a Northern European Priest and his wife under the name Samuel Frederick the Second, in the midst of Europe. A rather small town in the midst of the farming region, the home town of Samuel had the population of about 600 people in grand total. The young Samuel might have stood out due to the fact that his mother was of African descent, unusual to see in mid Europe era. His father was scolded upon by some of the more racist of community members, and they felt that he should no longer be the leader of the church. However, he remained due to his popularity with the rest of the town, as he was a good teacher of the Bible, if not strict.
His strict nature was apparent with his son Samuel, as he rigorously forced it upon him as he grew up, even as an infant. As soon as he reached the age where he could talk fluently at 4, he was taught to read, his father making him take hard lessons in learning his letters and reading. He was only allowed to read, guess what, the Bible. He was pretty much a hostage of his own home and his father's teachings, stuck in his house and unable to play with others at all.
On his 10th birthday in 1137 A.D. , his mother passed away due to a bad case of pnuemonia, leaving it to be just him and his father. Samuel was scared, even though he had grown so used to the mental punishment his father subjected him too. His mind was tired and overloaded from constant studying and forced reading. Added that to the fact that his Father felt that he would never live up to his high expectations of over exuberating the Lorde's lessons for a proper man, taking everything to seriously. In example, if his writing the letter "A" was slightly crooked in the least, his Father would beat him for "disobeying his parent" when asked to write perfectly. Maybe his father was crazed, or simply taking out the pain of loosing his wife on his son.
Once he was 15, his father decided that no matter how much he taught his son it would amount to nothing. He gave him up to the European enlistments, for use as a soldier fodder. Samuel was confused as he was cast into his new life. Forced into the life of sword and shield, he quickly became just like many other young men, just another pawn And yet, it turns out that Samuel's dark strong broad build was knacked up for the job, making the takedown of "enemy", or training dummies, very easy. He was recognized for his prowess and was promoted to be a small troop leader, helping train to others, a small task force of about 7 men.
On his 20th birthday they set off towards Portugal in what would soon be known as the Second Crusade. He was put in charge of a few men, but was otherwise expected to do nothing but what his superior officers told him too. Little did he know. Little did he know....
In 1147, Samuel was ordered to take his small platoon into the outer territory surrounding the city of Lisbon. There the Muslim soldiers ambushed his platoon, yet they managed to fend them off. However, one of the muslims, upon dieing, shouted out the words "God is a Lie!"
This seemed to take every harsh lesson, every cold cruel day, and snap his brain in half. A crazed look may have twinkled in his eye, and he ordered his squad to set camp up to sleep.Later that night in their sleep, he went by every single soldier and slit their throats. After he had sliced the last one, he looked up to the sky, his once pristine uniform stained with the crimson of dark blood. he laughed manicaclly.
"YE LORDE, FORGIVE ME! TAKE ME AS A SACRIFICE FOR THESE FOOLISH ONES I'VE SLAIN!"
And with that he stabbed his own heart, hoping that, in his mad dilusion, he would be forgiven and could leave this earth. However, he apparently wasn't accepted or had other things to do on the Earth, and his soul was left where his corpse fell. He was startled and confused, how had he not attained the key to heaven? All his lessons, learnings and even the sacrifice he had made for the one he worshipped...was it not enough? Maybe more deaths in the name of the lord would suffice, he thought, but how? The question repeated itself in his head about 15 minutes before something was behind him- a swift shadowy movement. Dark skinned Samuel turned to see what it was, but before he could find out it had engulfed him, the dark binds surrounding him. A voice echoed from around him....dark and slow.
"You who wields such a strong desire.....become one of us, and you may attain your wish."
Enticed by this, Samuel believed this, thinking that this voice was the one of an angel or holy force.
"Yes! Yes! i'll do anything!"
The dark voice chuckled, and then Samuel was swathed in the dark river. No longer was the being Samuel in existance, but the Hollow Centella Caballero was born.
Large, with four large broad arms and a long swinging snake tail for feet, the toothy mask of Centella Caballero was frightening. No longer the holy obsessionist he once was, he was now a mindless slave to the upper class Hollow, Mongrel Meckala. For the next few hundred years the many lives were killed in his name with the former Samuel as one of his foot soldiers.
However, it was not to be for long, for after almost a hundred years, Mongrel was caught and slayed by Shinagami. Lacking a leader, he and many others went back to what Hollows did best - keeping up with instincts. Hunting became a number one, but Caballero stayed in Hueco Mundo for the most part to survive, somehow knowing that staying in the human realm to long would lead to his death.
Feeding upon the weak Hollows when hunting was slow, Centella usually feasted upon the natural energy and reishi available in the Hollow realm. However, sometimes he went out on Human world excursions, causing havoc as he went. The assasination of an important chancellor in Fuedal China in the 1600s? Blame him. The mass disapearance of Indian children in the early 18th Century? Lets say he was full for a few days, as were some of his compatriots he went hunting with that night.
However, meerly gaining meek amounts of power did not suffice. Deciding that more power was needed, even if it meant working with more Hollows, was understandable. So, together with about 8 other medium strength Hollows, they combined to form a Menos Grande Gillian. However, somehow a personality surfaced and rose, giving birth to Relampago the Gillian. Slightly crazed and delirious about how to differentiate between Hollow and Human, friend and foe, he consumed all he could, devouring weaker Gillians and Hollows and then going on to eat a human or two.
In the year 1927, Relampago lost a fight to a weaker Adjuchas, but somehow escaped in a bizzare twist of fatein which another Adjuchas interfeared and ate it, preoccupied with it's new food to notice the weak Rela. The menos decided that more strength must be obtained. But how? A trek through Hueco Mundo was his answer. The trip eventually led him around the realm's endless desert, and ended and Los Noches.
The incredable fortress stood before him, like a lightbulb above a cartoon genius. It told him that they way to power....was through Shinagamification. He promptly ripped off his mask, and the resulting urge in power led to the creation of a new being, Relampago Principe. Entering into Los Noches after crushing the skulls of the guards, his power was recognized, and instead of being terminated for slaughtering the few Numeros in his way, he was nominated the Diez Espada.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
Encender Granada Light Grenade
More like a cero in a ball than anything else. Relampago concentrates and captures light and reiatsu into his palm, making a visible orb of energy about the size of a soccer ball. He can then propel or throw it from his hand with a push of reiatsu, where it will cause a miniature explosion upon contact with any surface, including himself.
Additional Info:
If you don't talk to him, your not God to him, so he might just crush you!
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Rela's zanpakuto is on average, the blade length is 4 feet, including the slight bending crook it has halfway down the blade. The hilt is covered in a red wrap and the sword blade itself is covered in blood like stains. Easily carried in one of Rela's big hands, the sword is used for offense and defense sparringly, since Relamapgo perfers to pummel his foes to death with, quote, "These hulking paws of death that Thy Lorde so thankfully gave to me."
Resurrecctión
"Surge, PiadosoTempestad Reino!" Surge, Godly Storm Kingdom!
Armor/ Appearance:
To Activate the Resurrecction, Relampago holds the sword out in front of him, the blade facing up towards the sky held in one hand, the other hand grasping the end of the hilt and his hand above that. After saying the activation phrase, a dark cloud eminates from the sword, shrouding him with surprising quickness. Electric currents seem to slide about in the cloud itself.
Once the cloud dissapates, it reviels the new Relampago Principe in Resurrecction. Instead of a tank top style outfit showing off his muscles, Medieval Armor style carapace covers his entire upper torso, thick around his chest and slim like plate metal. It has no seems, however, appearing perfectly smooth. His legs change drastically as well, armor covering them. Above the knee it's the same as the torso- smooth and seamless. However, below the knee it's different. His shoes change to those of an Arabian Genie, the one piece looking shoes with the pointed tip. The legs themself appear to have odd braces on them, 3 bars surrounding the leg below the knee down to the heel, connected to the leg itself. The same goes for his arms from the wrist to the elbow - 3 braces connected to his arm. His face changes, becoming a style of lower helm, like a face plate covering the bottom half of his face from the nose down, and then plate covers the top of his head to his neck connecting to the face plate from about 2 centimeters above his eyebrows back. Overall, he looks like one of the Crusade's Knights, reflecting on his holy attitude.
Abilities:
Sr Centella Lorde's Lightning
The braces on either one of Rela's wrists began to spark, generating electricity around the arms. It is visible in the air, cracking and flowing in a current around the 3 bars of the braces. Once electricity is charged up, Relamago can punch the foe, or at the foe, and a streamed surge of pure voltage is sent out, blasting everything in front of it. More like a focused blast in front of him than anything else. This has descent damage capabilities and average reiatsu consumption, but is easy to dodge if you see it coming.
Profano Lanzar Destellos Unholy Flash
By charging up electricity on both arm and leg braces, Relampago can release it all in an instant like a flash grenade around his body, creating a blinding light combined with his own reiatsu. This technique crushes lesser foes and can cause a distraction to opponents by blinding them for a few seconds. While weak it doesn't take much reiatsu, so it's very handy.
Encender Granada Estrago Light Grenade Havoc
Utilizing the increased reiatsu and ability to charge up his own electrical light, Relampago is able to create 5 individual Encender Grenada floating around the hand in which they were created, then can throw them with a reiatsu force. Pretty much just the ability to hurl more Grenada at once. This attack drains allot of reiatsu to use, but the result is devastating, capable of leveling an entire room in Los Noches in one blow....and by that I mean a very large room.
Hollow Techniques
Bala : The technique hardens the user's spiritual pressure and fires it like a bullet from their fist. Though weaker than a cero blast, it moves about twenty times faster
[Arrancar only]
Cero: High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers
[Menos, Arrancar, & Vizard only]
Garganta : It literally tears open the dimensional fabric separating the worlds, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy that must be focused and solidified to create a discernible pathway
[All hollow possess this ability, though the appearance of the ability differs according to a hollow's strength]
Hierro : Hardened skin caused by the compression of spirit power. This allows Arrancar to block released Zanpakuto bare-handed, but is not impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar possess stronger skin.
[Arrancar Only]
Negacion : A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
[Menos class and Arrancar only]
Pesquisa : The ability to sense and track spiritual power
[All hollows may possess this, though the strength of this ability depends on the strength of the user]
Sonido : Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
[Arrancar only]
**Custom since it's not on the list but is in the manga/show**
Grande Rey Cero: A much more powerful version of a cero, said to be used only by Espada. It has much more destructive force and power but seems to take longer to charge up for firing. [Espada Only]
Additional
Other Characters:
Barda - Vaizard Council
Anaklusmos - Numeros
Felix - Student
Marisa - NWO Operative
Roleplay Sample:
Hollows of War
Link: bleachedsouls.proboards92.com/index.cgi?board=karakuratown&action=display&thread=548
Post used as Sample:
Quiet.
The silence was surreal, filling the entire void. The sound of no sound, the breaking of the quiet nonexistent for the moment. A gentle breeze blew, giving in to sound, the whisper of the wind echoing throughout the entire place. The gentle green of grass was complacent among the clear, baby blue sky. For, green and blue were the only colors seen - the endless grassy knoll stretched as far as the sky itself did, the only thing in sight for as far as you could go and beyond that.
And standing among the colors of green and blue were two figures. One was a teenage boy, the other a young woman. One was clad in a blue denim overshirt over a white undershirt, with black pants and no shoes on. The young woman was shoe less as well, but wore instead a silky white dress. Her maroon hair fell down upon her shoulders like a flower upon the ground. Violet eyes looked upon the back of the teenager's head, where untidy white hair was. The teenager turned around from where he was facing away, and his yellow eyes caught her stare.
The woman looked down and away, uncertain what to say to his previous question. the white haired figure sighed, then looked up to the bright blue sky. In the midst of the air was the moon. It wasn't like seeing the moon during the day, where it was distant and faded; this moon was big and clear, like midnight on a dirt road. The woman turned around, slowly walking off.
Barda Kaazaki sighed again, unsure of what to do. His question was most problematic, and needed to be resolved. And the one he needed for that was not here. Yet.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Hehehe...so, Host, you've come back. Lovely."[/shadow]
The voice was shadowy, cold and full of malice and temptation. Every syllable was like the drip of poison upon a glass of water, icy and dangerous. Even it's laugh sent chills down mighty opponents.
Barda kept staring up at the moon, as if thinking before speaking. He blinked once, twice, three times as his eyes scanned the moon, looking for an answer that simply wouldn't show itself. Then he spoke.
"Yes....and you know why I've come. I need answers. And beating them out of you is not out of the question."
The was silence again, Barda's slow breathing the merest of sounds. Then the voice spoke again, the presence filling the entire plain. It was cold and dark, a sense of foreboding within it.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Yes,well, Host, I have something to say about that."[/shadow]
As if by magic or on command, the wind picked up. Barda turned his head to the opposing hill, where another presence began to build, the dark presence itself forming up there. As the wind blew again, tiny specks of white flew past Barda's head at a whippoorwill's pace, the swirling around the hill like water down a drain. The specks came together, forming a figure.
As the figure was completed, it smiled, revealing white teeth and a black tongue. It's pure white skin was donned with white pants, a Grey over shirt and black undershirt identical to Barda's own attire. The eyes, however, were not normal - the pupils were black while the eyes themselves were purple.
And it was in the exact image of Barda Kaazaki.
The figure in white licked it's lips, then looked around, his eyes darting back and forth, back and forth as it scanned the area. They seemed to take in all, much like Barda's own eyes, both of them hawk like in nature. Then it spoke.
[shadow=red,left,300]"I can presume why you must talk to me. However, I feel like the information I hold is mine and not yours. Why should I talk to you about anything?"[/shadow]
Barda retorted with silence, like the silence that usually invaded this place. The grassy hill, the clear sky, the craterous moon.....all of this were apart of Barda, apart of Garasu....apart of his zanpaku-to. And here he was, talking to the one that had ruined all of his life....his fear, his enemy, his opposite. His inner Hollow.
"Kyoumen....I need to know. What's going on, whats with all these dreams I know you've been sending me?"
As Barda said this, a recollection of one of the dreams filled his mind, one of a small boy and a dog. The boy and the dog were walking in a black void, a sense of desperation sensed. Suddenly the dog runs ahead, and is swallowed by darkness. As this happens, the boy notices nothing, it keeps walking. Suddenly the dog is back from the shade of the dark, but something is wrong - the dog is different. As the boy walks ahead of the dog, the dog rears back, the attacks the boy, and the dream is over before Barda witnesses the worst of it.
Kyoumen grinned, squinting his eyes. He gave a slight laugh, a slight glance, then started laughing in a ferocious manner, doubling over as if holding his sides in mockery. He straightened up to meet a glare from Barda.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Wow, Host....you really do know NOTHING....nothing of me, nothing of your dreams....or your future."[/shadow]
At this Barda was taken aback. His future? Kyoumen? What the hell did it mean? All those dark dreams of death and gloom...was that in Barda's future? And...was his future represented by the dog, or the boy?
Before he could think any more, he looked up, to see that Kyoumen had vanished. Barda blinked, and then the malevolent spirit was beside him to his right, his hand drawn back to punch.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Your future is NOW, Host!"[/shadow]
Barda felt a pain on his face before he fell back a few feet from the force of the blow, hitting the ground on his back. Damn suckerpunch....since when was his foe that fast? He could usually block stuff like that. As Barda got up, Kyoumen was giggling with glee, like a child who held a secret. Barda's hand reached down to his side, and a sheath appeared, along with a blade within it. Barda drew the weapon - a katana, his zanpaku-to. It glimmered as it left it's casing, the cold metal a beauty to see. And yet, as Barda looked at Kyoumen, he vanished again.
Like a lightning strike Barda brought his sword up, and a clash of metal and steel occured. Kyoumen had drawn his own sword, a mirror image to his own, much like Barda and Kyoumen were identical, and yet so different. Barda then noticed something - Kyou's blade had nicked his shoulder, the clothes tore but the flesh okay. Barda's eyes widened slightly - that had never happened before. Why now?
But he had no time to think as Kyoumen pulled back his blade and struck again and again, the two combatants flashes of steel, and yet Barda was being pushed back. How? How was this happening? The one who formerly won every fight....succombing to defeat?
As Barda recieved many paper cut like blows, Kyoumen pulled his sword in, the flicked the blade. This caused Barda's own sword to unbalance in his hands, and then a simply blow knocked it from his hands. Kyoumen then kicked out, knocking Barda down and away from the sword.
Barda's grimace changed to shock. How had this happened? He was....losing?! No, impossible. It must be a fluke. Barda then saw the look on Kyoumens face, and it was one of pure glee. That was when it hit him - Kyoumen was doing something to level the playing field, and he needed to find out what.
Kyoumen stepped closer to Barda, raising his sword one last time.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Say goodbye, Host!"[/shadow]
KA BOOM
Barda was shocked out of his trance by a nearby explosion. Out of reflex he jumped out of the tree he was in to the sky. A quick glance showed that something had decimated the tree he was in...but what? Barda suddenly felt something, and felt a sweat drop fall from his face. It was an enormous spiritual pressue, coming right this way.
And yet, as it grew near, Barda's fears dissolved, as the sole pressense dropped to many. Five, ten, twenty....Barda lost count. But, he was sure they were Hollows, and yet not....they felt different. Barda had to intercept them, as it was obvious they would cause damage to Karakura town. But.....with as many of them as they were, could he do it?
Barda said a quick chant a the few specks in the sky came closer, lit up by the explosions they were causing along the way with minor cero blasts and....canons? Were those canons on their backs? At any rate, Barda held out his left hand, drawing his zanpaku-to with his left.
"Hado Number [31]:Shot of Red Fire!"
The red energy enveloped Barda's hand before rocketing away, towards the many Hollows. As it grew near some tried to dodge, yet a few were confumed by the red burst of energy and kido. The hado itself exploded, taking with it only a few of the Hollows....their were just so many.
The silence was surreal, filling the entire void. The sound of no sound, the breaking of the quiet nonexistent for the moment. A gentle breeze blew, giving in to sound, the whisper of the wind echoing throughout the entire place. The gentle green of grass was complacent among the clear, baby blue sky. For, green and blue were the only colors seen - the endless grassy knoll stretched as far as the sky itself did, the only thing in sight for as far as you could go and beyond that.
And standing among the colors of green and blue were two figures. One was a teenage boy, the other a young woman. One was clad in a blue denim overshirt over a white undershirt, with black pants and no shoes on. The young woman was shoe less as well, but wore instead a silky white dress. Her maroon hair fell down upon her shoulders like a flower upon the ground. Violet eyes looked upon the back of the teenager's head, where untidy white hair was. The teenager turned around from where he was facing away, and his yellow eyes caught her stare.
The woman looked down and away, uncertain what to say to his previous question. the white haired figure sighed, then looked up to the bright blue sky. In the midst of the air was the moon. It wasn't like seeing the moon during the day, where it was distant and faded; this moon was big and clear, like midnight on a dirt road. The woman turned around, slowly walking off.
Barda Kaazaki sighed again, unsure of what to do. His question was most problematic, and needed to be resolved. And the one he needed for that was not here. Yet.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Hehehe...so, Host, you've come back. Lovely."[/shadow]
The voice was shadowy, cold and full of malice and temptation. Every syllable was like the drip of poison upon a glass of water, icy and dangerous. Even it's laugh sent chills down mighty opponents.
Barda kept staring up at the moon, as if thinking before speaking. He blinked once, twice, three times as his eyes scanned the moon, looking for an answer that simply wouldn't show itself. Then he spoke.
"Yes....and you know why I've come. I need answers. And beating them out of you is not out of the question."
The was silence again, Barda's slow breathing the merest of sounds. Then the voice spoke again, the presence filling the entire plain. It was cold and dark, a sense of foreboding within it.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Yes,well, Host, I have something to say about that."[/shadow]
As if by magic or on command, the wind picked up. Barda turned his head to the opposing hill, where another presence began to build, the dark presence itself forming up there. As the wind blew again, tiny specks of white flew past Barda's head at a whippoorwill's pace, the swirling around the hill like water down a drain. The specks came together, forming a figure.
As the figure was completed, it smiled, revealing white teeth and a black tongue. It's pure white skin was donned with white pants, a Grey over shirt and black undershirt identical to Barda's own attire. The eyes, however, were not normal - the pupils were black while the eyes themselves were purple.
And it was in the exact image of Barda Kaazaki.
The figure in white licked it's lips, then looked around, his eyes darting back and forth, back and forth as it scanned the area. They seemed to take in all, much like Barda's own eyes, both of them hawk like in nature. Then it spoke.
[shadow=red,left,300]"I can presume why you must talk to me. However, I feel like the information I hold is mine and not yours. Why should I talk to you about anything?"[/shadow]
Barda retorted with silence, like the silence that usually invaded this place. The grassy hill, the clear sky, the craterous moon.....all of this were apart of Barda, apart of Garasu....apart of his zanpaku-to. And here he was, talking to the one that had ruined all of his life....his fear, his enemy, his opposite. His inner Hollow.
"Kyoumen....I need to know. What's going on, whats with all these dreams I know you've been sending me?"
As Barda said this, a recollection of one of the dreams filled his mind, one of a small boy and a dog. The boy and the dog were walking in a black void, a sense of desperation sensed. Suddenly the dog runs ahead, and is swallowed by darkness. As this happens, the boy notices nothing, it keeps walking. Suddenly the dog is back from the shade of the dark, but something is wrong - the dog is different. As the boy walks ahead of the dog, the dog rears back, the attacks the boy, and the dream is over before Barda witnesses the worst of it.
Kyoumen grinned, squinting his eyes. He gave a slight laugh, a slight glance, then started laughing in a ferocious manner, doubling over as if holding his sides in mockery. He straightened up to meet a glare from Barda.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Wow, Host....you really do know NOTHING....nothing of me, nothing of your dreams....or your future."[/shadow]
At this Barda was taken aback. His future? Kyoumen? What the hell did it mean? All those dark dreams of death and gloom...was that in Barda's future? And...was his future represented by the dog, or the boy?
Before he could think any more, he looked up, to see that Kyoumen had vanished. Barda blinked, and then the malevolent spirit was beside him to his right, his hand drawn back to punch.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Your future is NOW, Host!"[/shadow]
Barda felt a pain on his face before he fell back a few feet from the force of the blow, hitting the ground on his back. Damn suckerpunch....since when was his foe that fast? He could usually block stuff like that. As Barda got up, Kyoumen was giggling with glee, like a child who held a secret. Barda's hand reached down to his side, and a sheath appeared, along with a blade within it. Barda drew the weapon - a katana, his zanpaku-to. It glimmered as it left it's casing, the cold metal a beauty to see. And yet, as Barda looked at Kyoumen, he vanished again.
Like a lightning strike Barda brought his sword up, and a clash of metal and steel occured. Kyoumen had drawn his own sword, a mirror image to his own, much like Barda and Kyoumen were identical, and yet so different. Barda then noticed something - Kyou's blade had nicked his shoulder, the clothes tore but the flesh okay. Barda's eyes widened slightly - that had never happened before. Why now?
But he had no time to think as Kyoumen pulled back his blade and struck again and again, the two combatants flashes of steel, and yet Barda was being pushed back. How? How was this happening? The one who formerly won every fight....succombing to defeat?
As Barda recieved many paper cut like blows, Kyoumen pulled his sword in, the flicked the blade. This caused Barda's own sword to unbalance in his hands, and then a simply blow knocked it from his hands. Kyoumen then kicked out, knocking Barda down and away from the sword.
Barda's grimace changed to shock. How had this happened? He was....losing?! No, impossible. It must be a fluke. Barda then saw the look on Kyoumens face, and it was one of pure glee. That was when it hit him - Kyoumen was doing something to level the playing field, and he needed to find out what.
Kyoumen stepped closer to Barda, raising his sword one last time.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Say goodbye, Host!"[/shadow]
KA BOOM
Barda was shocked out of his trance by a nearby explosion. Out of reflex he jumped out of the tree he was in to the sky. A quick glance showed that something had decimated the tree he was in...but what? Barda suddenly felt something, and felt a sweat drop fall from his face. It was an enormous spiritual pressue, coming right this way.
And yet, as it grew near, Barda's fears dissolved, as the sole pressense dropped to many. Five, ten, twenty....Barda lost count. But, he was sure they were Hollows, and yet not....they felt different. Barda had to intercept them, as it was obvious they would cause damage to Karakura town. But.....with as many of them as they were, could he do it?
Barda said a quick chant a the few specks in the sky came closer, lit up by the explosions they were causing along the way with minor cero blasts and....canons? Were those canons on their backs? At any rate, Barda held out his left hand, drawing his zanpaku-to with his left.
"Hado Number [31]:Shot of Red Fire!"
The red energy enveloped Barda's hand before rocketing away, towards the many Hollows. As it grew near some tried to dodge, yet a few were confumed by the red burst of energy and kido. The hado itself exploded, taking with it only a few of the Hollows....their were just so many.
I am Also working on a topic based on his arrival with Uryuujin and his Espada Seteku, which might reviel some more about him and how I RP with him if you are curious.
