Post by Kiyoshi on Sept 18, 2008 12:03:43 GMT -4
Bount
Name: Felix Wagner aka Fausten von Furie (fists of fury)
Gender: Male
Age: 200 (looks 23)
Physical Description: Felix is the epidemy of man. He stands at 6'3 and weighs in at 250 pounds of pure muscle. His body is what could be consider the perfect body. His muscles are large, but not bulky, lean and rock hard. The kind of body this man has can only be achieved through years and years of non stop training. Felix's extremely toned body puts every man he meets to shame. He walks with of pride, pure confidence, and pain. But the same can't be said about his facial features. Don't get me wrong he is very attractive, it's just hidden underneath many scars and many years of pain. A well squared chisled jaw is hidden beneath three claw-like scars on his right cheek.
Across his left eye stopping just above his mouth is a thick cut from some type of blade. Another cut lies horizontally across his nose going the length of his mouth. A small diagonal slash rest upon his lips and a few small scrapes across his forhead. Last but not least is a long sword sized cut starting at his jawline going down to the bottom of his neck. Damn this guy has gone through some things in life. Other descriptive qualities are his short dark brown hair and thin chinstrap beard. Average sized ears and nose, light brown eyes that have an empty gaze to them.
Personality: Despite his large, intimidating size and appearance, Felix is actually I nice man. He is very hardworking and has many values in life. He believes that a man should work for and earn everything that he gains in life, nothing should just be given to him for free. Felix is strong both physically and mentally. He doesn't let things get to him to easily, but when someone insults his pride or family, it's on like donkey kong. His determination usually puts him ahead of his peers and keeps him going through life. Felix tries not to develop serious relationships with anyone because he knows that one day they will have to die and he will still live on. So he is rather isolated from the rest of the world in a way. But he does get joy from helping people out and a hard day's labor. Respect and pride are things that he favor the most in life.
But there is another side to this man that is almost antagonistic. Felix is a man that enjoys inflicting pain upon those that challenge him. Growing up alone in the streets has harden him forced him to fend for himself. Whenever someone challenges him to a fight, Felix accepts wholeheartedly and gives it his all. He never underestimates his opponent no matter what their size is. Over the many many years of his life, he has been invovled in thousands of fights which sometimes even led to the other person's death. It's as if he was born to do battle, conquer opponents with ease and still honor them.
History: Felix Wagner was born and raised in the city of Berlin, Germany. His mother, Abigail Eichmann, worked as a sewer while his father, Leonhard Wagner served as a politician in Berlin. Although his father was into politics, they still didn’t make much money and had to live poorly. At the age of four, Leonhard began teaching Felix life lessons and what it meant to be a real man. He instilled values in him to never accept things at face value, nothing ever comes cheap. As the years went by he taught him how to fend for himself, how to fight, how to treat others with respect. Felix looked up to his father with much love. He trained every single day to try and reach his father’s level of strength both physically and mentally. Felix enjoyed working for things in life instead of accepting handouts. Abigail also taught him important things as well. She instilled the sensitive values in his life like how to treat a woman and what love truly meant. The three of them were living a happy life for the most part, but Felix could see the displeasure in his parent’s eyes because of their living conditions. When he reached the age of twelve, Felix decided that it was time for him to go out and do something to help his parents out. While searching the city for a suitable job, a group of muggers approached him thinking that since he’s a kid he’d be easy prey. Boy were they wrong.
They didn’t know that his father taught him how to defend himself. As the men made their approach, Felix lashed out and went almost berserk on them. It was as if something had taken over for a few seconds, something driving him to keep going. After awhile one of the guys began pleading for him to stop. Felix snapped back into reality and looked around him. All three of the men were laying on the ground with bruised faces. A small smile formed on his face at this sight. He actually enjoyed beating them. He turned his attention to the one that was left conscious. Thinking back to what his father taught him about humility and respect, Felix didn’t harm the man anymore. He walked away from the scene to return home to his parents. But he couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling, the adrenaline rush he had gotten from the encounter. It made him feel so alive and brought joy. That is when he realized that fighting was his passion. During the day Felix would be at home working and doing chores and during the night he would venture out into the streets searching for anyone willing to fight. Everyday it seemed like he would get stronger and stronger with each opponent he faced, even in defeat he would still look stronger. Eventually Felix became so known that he was invited into an underground fight club where people came up with a nickname for him, Fausten von Furie, Fists of Fury. He was the youngest member in history at only 14 years of age. Despite his fame and reputation, Felix was not yet at the top. There was another man above him, one even stronger than he. Felix decided that it was time to take out the head so he could be recognized as the best fighter in all of Berlin. He set up a big fight with the man above him for all in the underground to witness. He was ecstatic about the bout until he saw exactly who is opponent was. It completely shocked him. He was speechless as he looked on at the other man, he just as shocked. For Felix’s opponent was someone that he had known his whole life, someone he admired and loved.
His opponent was Leonhard Wagner, his father. The two of them could not believe that the other one was involved in this brutal competition. The look in their eyes told a story of not disappointment, but of pride and admiration. “I shall not strike mein own vater.” “As I shall not strike mein own sohn.” With that said, the two of them began to leave not as opponents, but father and son. This upset a few of the fighters and spectators greatly. They came to see a bout and they sure as hell were going to see one. Two fighters stopped Felix and Leonhard from leaving the building. They tried to resolve everything peacefully but the others were in no mood for words. The only option they had was to fight. An all out brawl broke out in the underground arena, arms and legs flailing about as well as foreign objects. The two gentlemen did their best to fight everyone off but it came at a price. Felix was lucky enough to escape the place with a cut across his left eye and nose, but his father wasn’t so lucky. He didn’t make it out of the building alive. After that day, Felix made up his mind to take a break from fighting and take care of his mother in his father’s stead. Once he reached the age of twenty, Felix began to notice something about Abigail, she seemed to be aging yet he looked the same. In fact everyone around seemed to have aged. He confronted his mother about this observation. After a long pause of silence, Abigail let out a sigh and began to explain to him why he had not aged like everyone else. She told him that he is what is called a Bount.
Upon this revelation, he questioned his mother about why she never told him that. She said it was because she wanted him to find out on his own. Seeing that he was now fit, Abigail called in an old friend by the name of Lothar, who was also a bount. The two of them gather up all the ingredients necessary to create a doll then told Felix to begin the incantation they taught him. After a few minutes, a bright beam of light surfaced revealing a creature sitting in front of him. It was humanoid in appearance wrapped head to toe in chains. Through them you could see the shape of what seemed to be a little girl. His mother gave him a black medallion as a seal for the doll. She then told him that was time for him to venture off on his own, live life freely and get stronger with his doll. So that is what he did. As the years passed by, Felix got better and better at controlling his doll soon discovering her abilities. He named her Tanz von Klingen, Dance of Blades. Ever since, he and Tanz have grown together developing a friendship and tight bond between them. Felix moved to Japan once he had a good understanding of Tanz’s power where he continues to develop and work hard everyday of his long everlasting life.
Additional Info: Felix speaks with a very thick German accent and occasionally mixes german in with his speak. He has an abnormally high threshold for pain and almost unhuman endurance.
Name: Tanz von Klingen (dance of blades)
Power Level: Two
Physical Appearance:
Tanz von Klingen weighs in at about 120 pounds and stands at a height of 5'5. Her long, silky hair reaches all the way down her back stopping midway down her calf muscles. She has the body of beautiful young swimsuit model with well proportioned assests if you catch my drift.
Tanz likes to wear a strange looking mask on her face that makes it look like she is blind with four eyes. She wears a purple-ish blue dress with matching thigh high boots and arm sleeves. Tanz is one attractive doll if I do say so myself.
Personality: Tanz has what could be consider a meek personality. She is quiet and keeps to herself the majority of the time. She almost is like a little school girl that just transfered to another school, alone and self reserved. Tanz usually only speaks to Felix when he speaks to her first. She's not one for words, conversation is not a strong point. But occasionally she will start a conversation with him if there is nothing else for her to do at the time. Though she may be reserved and shy, Tanz is a very skilled warrior that enjoys fighting. She enjoys taking the lives of fools dumb enough to try and cause harm to Felix. She acts somewhat like a big sister, always looking out for him but never getting in his way. Tanz is loyal to no one but Felix. She doesn't see her relationship with him as master and servant, but of friends as does Felix.
Seal: Tanz is sealed within a black medallion that Felix wears around his neck at all times. The medallion is a symbol of three water drops swirling around.
Abilities: As a fighter, Tanz is very fast and extremely agile. She uses heer speed to deliver quick and devastating blows to the target. Her physical strength is slightly more than Felix's meaning she san take on me twice her size. Tanz uses a slick, short sword in battle with a 30 foot chain attached to it. On the command of "Pause meine Ketten" she can detach each link of the chain and mold them into any size blades. They can be as small and thin as needles are as large as buster blades. But the larger Tanz makes the blades, the more it tires her out leaving her vulnerable.
Other Characters: Kiyoshi Hinamoru (5th seat Council), Daichi Shimazu(3rd seat squad 7)
Roleplay Sample: Click click click click BOOM!" erupted an explosion from a small game. Such a small device putting out such power was amazing to its user. Kiyoshi Hinamoru was having a wonderful tume playing his handheld game. He sat at the edge of a large building kicking his feet back and forth like a school child waiting for his mom to pick him up. It was rather quiet tonight, just like every other night in the small town of Karakura. The cool night breeze blew through Kiyoshi's black leather jacket making the buckles on it jingle. "Oh yea who's the man?! You alien scum cannot defeat me, the mighty Kiyoshi!" he said in a heroic voice. Another explosion emmited from the handheld as a spaceship was blown into small pieces.
Is that all you ever do kid?An ominous voice rang through the air coming from now particular place. The voice sounded a little agitated and malicious.
Upon hearing the voice, Kiyoshi simply rolled his eyes ignoring it completely. He didn't feel like being bothered with his old "pal" Moru, his inner hollow.
Hey kid don't you dare ignore me!The voice was more loud and vicious this time around, with more of an echo to it.
"Shutup Moru, I'm trying to beat my high score. Now leave me alone." Kiyoshi was annoyed. If there was one thing he couldn't stand in the world it would be people interrupting him while he was playing a videogame. That was a quick way to piss him off and Moru knew it. But he was the one person that care less. For some reason, tonight Moru was more eradict with his behavior as if he was anxious about something.
You know what kid, f*ck you and that piece of sh*t. YOU'RE COMING IN!
With that being said, a pale white transparent arm emerged from his chest. At the sight of it Kiyoshi accidently dropped his game, he watched helplessly as it plummeted to the ground below. His expression was that of pure sadness. He couldn't believe that that just happened to him. He gritted his teeth as his expression quickly shifted to anger. He was pissed now. The hand turned upwards with its palm facing Kiyoshi, lined up with his face. Kiyoshi stared at the hand, his breathing a little heavy now. "Bring it."
The hand leaped forward and attached itself to his face and pulled him inside. As Kiyoshi opened his eyes, he was no longer sitting atop the building in Karakura Town. In fact it seemed like he had been sucked into a blackhole. He was now surrounded by complete silence.... and darkness. The type of darkness that could scare the life out of the average person. Good thing he wasn't average, not by far. As Kiyoshi looked around, a lone spotlight appeared shining down on him giving about ten feet of visibility, it rocked back and forth with a slight creeking sound. Kiyoshi looked infront him and saw two glowing red eyes peering back at him. The eyes then began to come closer towards him until the head of a jet black dragon appeared. Its color matched the darkness perfectly. Kiyoshi stared at him for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.
"Where's Moru?" he asked in a calm yet stern tone that said he meant business.
The dragon cocked its head a bit then smiled at him. I'm not getting involved with you two. Let me finish my rest.
"Whatever Zetsumei."
The dragon then faded away into the darkness. Kiyoshi placed his left hand on the hilt of the sword on his back. He gripped it tightly as his eyes scanned the area for any signs of life. "Come out you bastard!" he shouted
Just then another being walked forth, its appearance mirrored that of Kiyoshi's except his skin was pale white and his eyes black with gold iris. He stood a few feet away from Kiyoshi with his arms folded and a sadistic smile.
"Son of a bitch, you cost me the all time high score!" Kiyoshi yelled.
Shut the hell up whining you little prick! I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines watching you have all the fun.Moru paused for a moment, unfolding his arms. A zanpaku-to just like Kiyoshi's materialized into his hand. I'm taking over whether you like it or not kid!
In a flash, Moru had disappeared from sight. Kiyoshi got into his battle stance and awaited patiently for the oncoming attack. He looked around wondering which side his opponent was going to attack from. He soon got his answer as the sound of metal slicing through air came from his right side. Kiyoshi quickly drew his blade just in time to stop the attack from hitting him in the shoulder. He gritted his teeth as Moru gave an arrogant smirk. "I'm gonna kick your ass Moru." Kiyoshi gave a battle cry as he pushed his opponent back with his sword then swung down vertically, but he missed. A white blur flew pass his left side followed by a cut on his arm. Kiyoshi looked at his injury with disbelief. Moru was never this accurate before with his attacks, he must really be pissed. Another blur passed his right side but Kiyoshi managed to dodge at the last second. Moru laughed insanely through the darkness as he watched Kiyoshi.
You're nothing compared to me kid. You're lazy and incompetent. I should be the ruler of this body, not you.
"Shutup you bastard!" Kiyoshi flipped backwards as a blade shot towards his head. Upon landing, he pulled his right arm down to his side, blue energy become to engulf it. "SHOT-GUN!!" He thrust his arm forward releasing a blast of energy that split into six separate beams.
Who you shooting at?
Kiyoshi's eyes widened, his opponent was standing right beside him ready to strike. Just as the blade tip was about to pierce the side of his head....
ROOOOAAAAAAR!!
Kiyoshi stapped back into reality at the sound of a hollow's wail. His breathing was heavy and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. But before he could have time to catch his breath, the source of the roar flew right at him. Kiyoshi jump over the beast just in time while unsheathing his zanpaku-to and jabbing it into the hollow's back. He pulled the blade vertically down the length of its body and landed on the rooftop edge. "What the hell? Where did that thing come from?" he asked himself. Seconds later he looked towards his left and saw multiple buildings being torn down by many hollows. The number of them was too great for him to even try and count. Amongst the multitude of hollows, he could feel familiar reiatsu of a friend. It was Barda's, his fellow council member. With a smile on his face, Kiyoshi leaped from the building top and speed over to the location of the chaos.
Upon arrival, Kiyoshi glared at the hollows surrounding him. There was something different about these creatures. They seemed to have large weapons attached to their bodies that they were using to destroy the town. How in the world did this happen? It was like something straight out of one of hs videogames. Either way, these beast had to be stopped immediately. Kiyoshi charged forward releasing a battle cry and began hacking away at the hollows before him.
General Info
Name: Felix Wagner aka Fausten von Furie (fists of fury)
Gender: Male
Age: 200 (looks 23)
Physical Description: Felix is the epidemy of man. He stands at 6'3 and weighs in at 250 pounds of pure muscle. His body is what could be consider the perfect body. His muscles are large, but not bulky, lean and rock hard. The kind of body this man has can only be achieved through years and years of non stop training. Felix's extremely toned body puts every man he meets to shame. He walks with of pride, pure confidence, and pain. But the same can't be said about his facial features. Don't get me wrong he is very attractive, it's just hidden underneath many scars and many years of pain. A well squared chisled jaw is hidden beneath three claw-like scars on his right cheek.
Across his left eye stopping just above his mouth is a thick cut from some type of blade. Another cut lies horizontally across his nose going the length of his mouth. A small diagonal slash rest upon his lips and a few small scrapes across his forhead. Last but not least is a long sword sized cut starting at his jawline going down to the bottom of his neck. Damn this guy has gone through some things in life. Other descriptive qualities are his short dark brown hair and thin chinstrap beard. Average sized ears and nose, light brown eyes that have an empty gaze to them.
Personality: Despite his large, intimidating size and appearance, Felix is actually I nice man. He is very hardworking and has many values in life. He believes that a man should work for and earn everything that he gains in life, nothing should just be given to him for free. Felix is strong both physically and mentally. He doesn't let things get to him to easily, but when someone insults his pride or family, it's on like donkey kong. His determination usually puts him ahead of his peers and keeps him going through life. Felix tries not to develop serious relationships with anyone because he knows that one day they will have to die and he will still live on. So he is rather isolated from the rest of the world in a way. But he does get joy from helping people out and a hard day's labor. Respect and pride are things that he favor the most in life.
But there is another side to this man that is almost antagonistic. Felix is a man that enjoys inflicting pain upon those that challenge him. Growing up alone in the streets has harden him forced him to fend for himself. Whenever someone challenges him to a fight, Felix accepts wholeheartedly and gives it his all. He never underestimates his opponent no matter what their size is. Over the many many years of his life, he has been invovled in thousands of fights which sometimes even led to the other person's death. It's as if he was born to do battle, conquer opponents with ease and still honor them.
History: Felix Wagner was born and raised in the city of Berlin, Germany. His mother, Abigail Eichmann, worked as a sewer while his father, Leonhard Wagner served as a politician in Berlin. Although his father was into politics, they still didn’t make much money and had to live poorly. At the age of four, Leonhard began teaching Felix life lessons and what it meant to be a real man. He instilled values in him to never accept things at face value, nothing ever comes cheap. As the years went by he taught him how to fend for himself, how to fight, how to treat others with respect. Felix looked up to his father with much love. He trained every single day to try and reach his father’s level of strength both physically and mentally. Felix enjoyed working for things in life instead of accepting handouts. Abigail also taught him important things as well. She instilled the sensitive values in his life like how to treat a woman and what love truly meant. The three of them were living a happy life for the most part, but Felix could see the displeasure in his parent’s eyes because of their living conditions. When he reached the age of twelve, Felix decided that it was time for him to go out and do something to help his parents out. While searching the city for a suitable job, a group of muggers approached him thinking that since he’s a kid he’d be easy prey. Boy were they wrong.
They didn’t know that his father taught him how to defend himself. As the men made their approach, Felix lashed out and went almost berserk on them. It was as if something had taken over for a few seconds, something driving him to keep going. After awhile one of the guys began pleading for him to stop. Felix snapped back into reality and looked around him. All three of the men were laying on the ground with bruised faces. A small smile formed on his face at this sight. He actually enjoyed beating them. He turned his attention to the one that was left conscious. Thinking back to what his father taught him about humility and respect, Felix didn’t harm the man anymore. He walked away from the scene to return home to his parents. But he couldn’t stop thinking about the feeling, the adrenaline rush he had gotten from the encounter. It made him feel so alive and brought joy. That is when he realized that fighting was his passion. During the day Felix would be at home working and doing chores and during the night he would venture out into the streets searching for anyone willing to fight. Everyday it seemed like he would get stronger and stronger with each opponent he faced, even in defeat he would still look stronger. Eventually Felix became so known that he was invited into an underground fight club where people came up with a nickname for him, Fausten von Furie, Fists of Fury. He was the youngest member in history at only 14 years of age. Despite his fame and reputation, Felix was not yet at the top. There was another man above him, one even stronger than he. Felix decided that it was time to take out the head so he could be recognized as the best fighter in all of Berlin. He set up a big fight with the man above him for all in the underground to witness. He was ecstatic about the bout until he saw exactly who is opponent was. It completely shocked him. He was speechless as he looked on at the other man, he just as shocked. For Felix’s opponent was someone that he had known his whole life, someone he admired and loved.
His opponent was Leonhard Wagner, his father. The two of them could not believe that the other one was involved in this brutal competition. The look in their eyes told a story of not disappointment, but of pride and admiration. “I shall not strike mein own vater.” “As I shall not strike mein own sohn.” With that said, the two of them began to leave not as opponents, but father and son. This upset a few of the fighters and spectators greatly. They came to see a bout and they sure as hell were going to see one. Two fighters stopped Felix and Leonhard from leaving the building. They tried to resolve everything peacefully but the others were in no mood for words. The only option they had was to fight. An all out brawl broke out in the underground arena, arms and legs flailing about as well as foreign objects. The two gentlemen did their best to fight everyone off but it came at a price. Felix was lucky enough to escape the place with a cut across his left eye and nose, but his father wasn’t so lucky. He didn’t make it out of the building alive. After that day, Felix made up his mind to take a break from fighting and take care of his mother in his father’s stead. Once he reached the age of twenty, Felix began to notice something about Abigail, she seemed to be aging yet he looked the same. In fact everyone around seemed to have aged. He confronted his mother about this observation. After a long pause of silence, Abigail let out a sigh and began to explain to him why he had not aged like everyone else. She told him that he is what is called a Bount.
Upon this revelation, he questioned his mother about why she never told him that. She said it was because she wanted him to find out on his own. Seeing that he was now fit, Abigail called in an old friend by the name of Lothar, who was also a bount. The two of them gather up all the ingredients necessary to create a doll then told Felix to begin the incantation they taught him. After a few minutes, a bright beam of light surfaced revealing a creature sitting in front of him. It was humanoid in appearance wrapped head to toe in chains. Through them you could see the shape of what seemed to be a little girl. His mother gave him a black medallion as a seal for the doll. She then told him that was time for him to venture off on his own, live life freely and get stronger with his doll. So that is what he did. As the years passed by, Felix got better and better at controlling his doll soon discovering her abilities. He named her Tanz von Klingen, Dance of Blades. Ever since, he and Tanz have grown together developing a friendship and tight bond between them. Felix moved to Japan once he had a good understanding of Tanz’s power where he continues to develop and work hard everyday of his long everlasting life.
Additional Info: Felix speaks with a very thick German accent and occasionally mixes german in with his speak. He has an abnormally high threshold for pain and almost unhuman endurance.
Doll
Name: Tanz von Klingen (dance of blades)
Power Level: Two
Physical Appearance:
Tanz von Klingen weighs in at about 120 pounds and stands at a height of 5'5. Her long, silky hair reaches all the way down her back stopping midway down her calf muscles. She has the body of beautiful young swimsuit model with well proportioned assests if you catch my drift.
Tanz likes to wear a strange looking mask on her face that makes it look like she is blind with four eyes. She wears a purple-ish blue dress with matching thigh high boots and arm sleeves. Tanz is one attractive doll if I do say so myself.Personality: Tanz has what could be consider a meek personality. She is quiet and keeps to herself the majority of the time. She almost is like a little school girl that just transfered to another school, alone and self reserved. Tanz usually only speaks to Felix when he speaks to her first. She's not one for words, conversation is not a strong point. But occasionally she will start a conversation with him if there is nothing else for her to do at the time. Though she may be reserved and shy, Tanz is a very skilled warrior that enjoys fighting. She enjoys taking the lives of fools dumb enough to try and cause harm to Felix. She acts somewhat like a big sister, always looking out for him but never getting in his way. Tanz is loyal to no one but Felix. She doesn't see her relationship with him as master and servant, but of friends as does Felix.
Seal: Tanz is sealed within a black medallion that Felix wears around his neck at all times. The medallion is a symbol of three water drops swirling around.
Abilities: As a fighter, Tanz is very fast and extremely agile. She uses heer speed to deliver quick and devastating blows to the target. Her physical strength is slightly more than Felix's meaning she san take on me twice her size. Tanz uses a slick, short sword in battle with a 30 foot chain attached to it. On the command of "Pause meine Ketten" she can detach each link of the chain and mold them into any size blades. They can be as small and thin as needles are as large as buster blades. But the larger Tanz makes the blades, the more it tires her out leaving her vulnerable.
Additional
Other Characters: Kiyoshi Hinamoru (5th seat Council), Daichi Shimazu(3rd seat squad 7)
Roleplay Sample: Click click click click BOOM!" erupted an explosion from a small game. Such a small device putting out such power was amazing to its user. Kiyoshi Hinamoru was having a wonderful tume playing his handheld game. He sat at the edge of a large building kicking his feet back and forth like a school child waiting for his mom to pick him up. It was rather quiet tonight, just like every other night in the small town of Karakura. The cool night breeze blew through Kiyoshi's black leather jacket making the buckles on it jingle. "Oh yea who's the man?! You alien scum cannot defeat me, the mighty Kiyoshi!" he said in a heroic voice. Another explosion emmited from the handheld as a spaceship was blown into small pieces.
Is that all you ever do kid?An ominous voice rang through the air coming from now particular place. The voice sounded a little agitated and malicious.
Upon hearing the voice, Kiyoshi simply rolled his eyes ignoring it completely. He didn't feel like being bothered with his old "pal" Moru, his inner hollow.
Hey kid don't you dare ignore me!The voice was more loud and vicious this time around, with more of an echo to it.
"Shutup Moru, I'm trying to beat my high score. Now leave me alone." Kiyoshi was annoyed. If there was one thing he couldn't stand in the world it would be people interrupting him while he was playing a videogame. That was a quick way to piss him off and Moru knew it. But he was the one person that care less. For some reason, tonight Moru was more eradict with his behavior as if he was anxious about something.
You know what kid, f*ck you and that piece of sh*t. YOU'RE COMING IN!
With that being said, a pale white transparent arm emerged from his chest. At the sight of it Kiyoshi accidently dropped his game, he watched helplessly as it plummeted to the ground below. His expression was that of pure sadness. He couldn't believe that that just happened to him. He gritted his teeth as his expression quickly shifted to anger. He was pissed now. The hand turned upwards with its palm facing Kiyoshi, lined up with his face. Kiyoshi stared at the hand, his breathing a little heavy now. "Bring it."
The hand leaped forward and attached itself to his face and pulled him inside. As Kiyoshi opened his eyes, he was no longer sitting atop the building in Karakura Town. In fact it seemed like he had been sucked into a blackhole. He was now surrounded by complete silence.... and darkness. The type of darkness that could scare the life out of the average person. Good thing he wasn't average, not by far. As Kiyoshi looked around, a lone spotlight appeared shining down on him giving about ten feet of visibility, it rocked back and forth with a slight creeking sound. Kiyoshi looked infront him and saw two glowing red eyes peering back at him. The eyes then began to come closer towards him until the head of a jet black dragon appeared. Its color matched the darkness perfectly. Kiyoshi stared at him for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.
"Where's Moru?" he asked in a calm yet stern tone that said he meant business.
The dragon cocked its head a bit then smiled at him. I'm not getting involved with you two. Let me finish my rest.
"Whatever Zetsumei."
The dragon then faded away into the darkness. Kiyoshi placed his left hand on the hilt of the sword on his back. He gripped it tightly as his eyes scanned the area for any signs of life. "Come out you bastard!" he shouted
Just then another being walked forth, its appearance mirrored that of Kiyoshi's except his skin was pale white and his eyes black with gold iris. He stood a few feet away from Kiyoshi with his arms folded and a sadistic smile.
"Son of a bitch, you cost me the all time high score!" Kiyoshi yelled.
Shut the hell up whining you little prick! I'm tired of sitting on the sidelines watching you have all the fun.Moru paused for a moment, unfolding his arms. A zanpaku-to just like Kiyoshi's materialized into his hand. I'm taking over whether you like it or not kid!
In a flash, Moru had disappeared from sight. Kiyoshi got into his battle stance and awaited patiently for the oncoming attack. He looked around wondering which side his opponent was going to attack from. He soon got his answer as the sound of metal slicing through air came from his right side. Kiyoshi quickly drew his blade just in time to stop the attack from hitting him in the shoulder. He gritted his teeth as Moru gave an arrogant smirk. "I'm gonna kick your ass Moru." Kiyoshi gave a battle cry as he pushed his opponent back with his sword then swung down vertically, but he missed. A white blur flew pass his left side followed by a cut on his arm. Kiyoshi looked at his injury with disbelief. Moru was never this accurate before with his attacks, he must really be pissed. Another blur passed his right side but Kiyoshi managed to dodge at the last second. Moru laughed insanely through the darkness as he watched Kiyoshi.
You're nothing compared to me kid. You're lazy and incompetent. I should be the ruler of this body, not you.
"Shutup you bastard!" Kiyoshi flipped backwards as a blade shot towards his head. Upon landing, he pulled his right arm down to his side, blue energy become to engulf it. "SHOT-GUN!!" He thrust his arm forward releasing a blast of energy that split into six separate beams.
Who you shooting at?
Kiyoshi's eyes widened, his opponent was standing right beside him ready to strike. Just as the blade tip was about to pierce the side of his head....
ROOOOAAAAAAR!!
Kiyoshi stapped back into reality at the sound of a hollow's wail. His breathing was heavy and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. But before he could have time to catch his breath, the source of the roar flew right at him. Kiyoshi jump over the beast just in time while unsheathing his zanpaku-to and jabbing it into the hollow's back. He pulled the blade vertically down the length of its body and landed on the rooftop edge. "What the hell? Where did that thing come from?" he asked himself. Seconds later he looked towards his left and saw multiple buildings being torn down by many hollows. The number of them was too great for him to even try and count. Amongst the multitude of hollows, he could feel familiar reiatsu of a friend. It was Barda's, his fellow council member. With a smile on his face, Kiyoshi leaped from the building top and speed over to the location of the chaos.
Upon arrival, Kiyoshi glared at the hollows surrounding him. There was something different about these creatures. They seemed to have large weapons attached to their bodies that they were using to destroy the town. How in the world did this happen? It was like something straight out of one of hs videogames. Either way, these beast had to be stopped immediately. Kiyoshi charged forward releasing a battle cry and began hacking away at the hollows before him.
