Post by wanzer on Jul 24, 2009 23:55:14 GMT -4
Arrancar
Name: Sojukin Asamoto
Gender:Male
Age: 1462
Ranking: Hueco Mundo Arrancar
Number: 3
Base Type: Adjuchas
Physical Description:
Sojukin is very vain and has a right to be, he is a blonde man standing at 5’11 with emerald green eyes. His hair is shaped so that each side is perfectly symmetrical to the other, with no strands out of place. It is kept short in the back with a wind blown look to it and the front short except for two long bangs that run down the entirety of his face and past by about an inch. The last inch of his hair is black, almost as if burned to that shade, adding a heavy contrast to his features. His face is free of any blemishes though he does have a scar which runs horizontally under his right eye for about four centimeters. It is a flat scar that is only about two centimeters wide, with jagged edges that were made from what appears to be a gunshot. Sojukin’s eyes gleam with a wrath and greed, that reflects his nature and seem to encourage others to fear him. For inside his eyes, there rests a fury that is only growing everyday. Sojukin’s body as well is something he takes great pride in, it is shaped well creating a perfect V with his figure of 38/28/34. He is a lean man, but trim with muscles that are easily seen in normal clothing, which also hides his hollow hole. He usually keeps his hollow hole hidden, but when shown it lies just below his solar plexus, nestled amongst the colony of his abs. His skin is rather pale however, but he seems to find that another point of his vanity, much like the royals of a time long past.
He is normally dressed in a black shirt, which is tucked into his white hakama, which have been specially tailored to be a little more snug in his waist to allow easier movement. Holding his hakama in place is a white sash and over it all is the traditional white Arrancar jacket. Sojukin, however does not zip up his jacket as other arrancar do. Instead just above waist level, there are two belts that criss-cross over his waist. These belts then wrap back around and connect to the back of his jacket to make sure it does not flow too erratically in the wind. On each of these belts is a single mask belonging to another hollow. One the right is a mask that is almost humanoid except for the large fangs extending down from the teeth of the mask, marking it as some sort of ape. The other is bull like in structure, but it is hard to discern do to the large amount of battle marks on it.
Personality
Sojukin is one of the most volatile people alive, hardheaded, selfish, arrogant, vain, easily angered and boastful are just a few of his many traits. His development on the streets of Tokyo as one of its greatest criminals boosted his ego, creating an arrogant young man who felt he could do no wrong as his plans all succeeded until his last one. He is vain to the point of narcissism, holding himself as one of the greatest creations to have ever existed, primarily due to the fact that every woman he had met has commented on how he looks always in a positive light. He complains in minor fights about nicks and scratches on his ‘perfect’ face or body. However, he knows when there is a time to ignore that and to fight with his all. In these situations he will go as far as disfiguring himself to achieve victory.
He sees the weak to be a burden on the strong and only there so the strong may devour them and grow stronger. He will constantly preach this to those weaker than he is or that he believes are weaker than him. Sojukin may know his own limits, but that will not stop him from boasting in the presence of someone stronger than he is and striking with every belief he will win. This habit formed from the streets where it was a dog eat dog world, if you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself you died and if someone was stronger than you were, well either you worked for them or they shook you down for money every chance they got. Sojukin, appears to also developed a very bad case of selective hearing as he will do whatever he wants no matter what ordered. He seems to believe that his way is always best no matter the other options. He most likely developed this trait again, because of his heists and plans during his criminal years in Tokyo never failed, his unstained track record being a huge point of pride for him. He however, will listen to power or reason should it present itself to him, namely if someone much more powerful than him gives him an order he will obey it to the letter in fear of dying. Sojukin does not believe in honor in battle either, he holds himself above this and will attack those who are weakened or those who are fully able to fight. It doesn’t matter to him. Everything is just a meal to be devoured by his blade, this trait was brought about after he unofficially murdered twenty-seven members of his own gang after one of the members ratted him out to the cops. No one knew who did it, so he simply killed all of them, later he developed this thought process through his events as a hollow noticing how every new hollow he devoured the stronger he became feeding this thought process and giving him a reason to believe it was true.
Sojukin is also extremely paranoid and afraid of dying, he sees death as just another thing to control him and his greatest fear is of being controlled. Since he was a child he has always wanted to be free of the oppressive nature of authority and has found that place among the Arrancar, as most are free to do as they please. His paranoia developed as he had been betrayed several times by humans and hollows alike during his hollow and human years. Namely the people he thought he could trust most, resulting in his fixture of even mistrusting his so called ‘sons’, which are the small creatures which were produced out of his body when he was a hollow. He holds the Horror Vacui, in high regard as they are the most powerful of the beings around him that are of the same race. He holds the shimigami in contempt as they are little more than puppets to fate and move around with little or no concern for their own freedoms, preferring to obey orders than truly spread their wings and fly. The higher level vizards he also shows high amounts of respect for, they are strong and free, having brushed off the soul societies rules to do as they please. The vizards he considers his true people, but alas he became an arrancar instead, still as much respect as he has for them, he has no problem striking one down if it calls for it. Everything else, in his own words are food, especially the Bounts as he despises what they stand for. The vampiric race has long stood against all his virtues, even the rogues who ignore the soul societies rules and regulations for their feeding, he see them only as food as they disgrace what he longs for entrapping themselves in some high society order, snuffing their noses up at others and bending into a sect of decrypted puppets with little or no chance of not becoming extinct unless they find some way to breed. Humans and Quincys are little better than the bounts, but some catch his interest as they share his ideals, but still they are merely food.
Sojukin’s favorite activity involves soaking in a hot bath for hours, while daydreaming about his earlier years and triumphs. He particularly enjoys this because it gives him time to think about his life before hand and how he could have done things better to advance his position now. These thoughts can last for hours and he was once dragged in front of the other espada naked, after falling asleep in his bath, then sat through the entire meeting like that, not caring as they had interrupted his thoughts. He enjoys reading as well, but he has little time for it and sees knowledge to be of less use than power as book knowledge cannot help one survive in the world they live in, though he does enjoy strategy, particularly playing chess as it sharpens ones battle reflexes. Sojukin harbors no love for music aside from the occasional ballad to get his blood flowing, he lived without it on the streets and sees it useless, though he does seem to enjoy it on the off occasion.
Sojukin’s favorite food is Takoyaki a spherical, fried dumpling of batter with a piece of octopus inside, and Umeboshi, a small pickled ume fruit usually very very sour. These were treats that his real parents feed him before they abandoned him and have long been scarred into his mind as things that connects him to them. He will seek this out quite often and will sit alone and enjoy them, reflecting on what little memory he has of them left. Sojukin, hates anything that has been fried or is overly sweet. He developed these dislikes after reading that they caused skin problems and refused to eat them after words due to his vain nature. Ironically, he also hates people that are arrogant or don’t listen. Finding them to be overbearing and annoying, while he tries to explain his point of view and they have no heed for it.
History:
A Beautiful Death
Sojukin Asamoto, also known as the Red Serpent do to the bloody red armor he wears and the way his troops seem to move in a snake like formation during battle was one of the most feared and corrupt Shoguns in all of Japan’s history. However, he was stripped from his position by some upstart at the turn of the century and has now turned into an equally feared criminal mastermind. His record so far contained: three hundred raids on the Kyoto farm land, four hundred on the southern lands and seventy on the heart of the capital city, forty villages burned to the ground and two genocides of sub-sects of the Japanese, namely the Dan-Pings. One of his ancestors seems to have been Dutch or European as he has blonde hair with black tips, his eyes are also round. His parents are unknown as he was abandoned as a child and eventually worked his way up the samurai chain, but now he is disgraced and forced to live as a thief.
Sojukin cast the flier to the ground and stamped on it as his men ransacked the quaint village. He was mounted atop his stead, Hybrid of Kyoshi, a strong red haired mere that was fabled to be able to run a thousand miles in one day. He found himself most peaceful during these raids, it reminded him of a better time when he went to war for his country to ransack similar villages for land. Now he was just another leech, taking what was once his back while the people suffer. He smiled and signaled his men to torch it after all the provisions had been stolen. Damn…it feels good to be in control, he thought as the village soon caught fire. His lead officer soon rode up beside him and began to speak of his worries.
“Asamoto-sama, our look out spotted the Imperial Army a days march away! They are headed straight for us and the Emperor himself is leading the charge!”
Sojukin turned slightly in shock at the news he was just given. They were so far from the capital, how in the world could they have known they would be here? His mind turned violently as his katana and bow rattled from his steed’s uneasiness. He looked at his officer and suddenly it was clear, the look in his eyes, the look of guilt, it was so clear, dark and unclear like a pool of stagnant water, he wouldn’t make eye contact now and it gave him away. Sojukin grabbed the young man by the throat and threw him off his horse, standing over him as he drew his katana. Moving over him as he readied his blade to kill him, knowing he was a traitor.
“Asamoto-sama, wait please, I had no choice, they have my family. Spare me, let us flee together!”
“You are a coward and you have no honor! There is only one way to redeem your honor now and you will perform it or I will kill you myself. There is no place in this world for traitors in this world.”
The irony in these words struck home to Sojukin and he waited for his officer to pull out his blade and purge it deep into his stomach, then cut across it. He was already screaming with pain and Sojukin loped off his head to end it permanently. He walked slowly back to his horse after cleaning his sword on his officer’s jacket, then called for his men to retreat. They rode and marched for as long as they could finally passing through a mountain pass. Their trek had been long and arduous, but they had escaped, they made camp that night at the bottom of the mountain, while Sojukin sat with his other officers and told them of the others betrayal. As he spoke he noticed the same look of guilt in all of their eyes, he roared in a blind fury and removed his katana and killed them one by one, screaming each had no honor. He loped their heads off one by one leaving the tent covered in blood as he walked out for air. He swore he would not die the way they had, he would die with honor and he would die a beautiful death in combat. He stood against a tree facing the sun as it slowly crept over the horizon; he only watched it for a few moments, before the sound of horses charging over the land could be heard. The imperial army had neglected itself rest and was now nearing their camp.
Sojukin ignored his men, they were all traitors anyway and could fend from themselves, he mounted his steed and quickly turned it around toward the mountain path and spurred it as hard as he could. The horse whined at the suddenness of his demand, but rushes away at his bidding. All Sojukin could think about at the moment was saving his own life and keeping himself from dying at the hands of the imperial army and their dreaded long bow archers, whose aim was legendary. He rode on faster, stopping at one of the higher peaks to see the army was still chasing him and his men were now slain along with a few of the armies soldiers. He rode on in terror and crested one of the smaller peaks, before a rock slide occurred in front of him and he was left with nowhere to go. He had to wait for his doom to come to him, he however would make good on his vow, he drew his bow and armed it waiting for the first soldier to come. He waited and heat of the summer sun was intense and his helmet was trapping in all the heat. He began to sweat violently as he waited, but he would be rewards soon he thought. He continued to wait and saw no one, so he removed his helmet and chest pads to relieve himself from the heat.
Sojukin stayed like that, bare-chested and with no helmet waiting for the Imperial Army to round the bend and he was rewarded with their first line coming around the curve, he fired and pierced the first between the eyes, he drew arrows frantically as they came a horde of them now rushing towards him. He felt trapped yet at the same time excited, this was truly a life or death situation and he knew he was going die, it was an entire army against him, he would soon be out of arrows, but he would make them pay for his life. He fired at some stones above the soldiers as they rushed toward them, it hit the stones, but they did not fall, they were only a few yards away now. Frantic, he began to fire rapidly at them and caused a small rock slide which sent a chunk of the soldiers plummeting to their doom, their screams of terror roaring through the hot air of the mountain said and echoing back around to Sojukin, music to his ears. The events continued on like that for another ten minutes, finally Sojukin had run out of arrows, it was what he knew what would happen from the start and dismounted drawing his katana as soldiers rushed him.
He knew there was no hope left, but rushed forward and began to fight the soldiers one on one in the narrow pass., he knew it wouldn’t be long before archers would begin to climb up to the ledge above and ran death upon him. He cringed as a soldier got close to cutting him and moved to the side, before deflecting another attack, flashing steel seemed to come from everywhere and the air reverberated from the blades clashing. He struck down two soldiers with a heavy swing, but two more took their place immediately, his arms felt heavy and his body was drenched with sweat, glistening in the sun from the swear amount of it. He swore repeatedly as they kept coming and it was all he could do to keep his arms up, he panted and the first cut across his chest occurred, it was just a minor cut but it burned fiercely all the way across his right pectoral. He swung back hard, loping of the soldier’s hand, just before what he knew would eventually occur did. An arrow pierced his heart and his left lung and he knew death was upon him. His vision dimmed as he swung randomly and time slowed. There was nothing he could, but watch now, each swing came down slashing him to shreds as his body wouldn’t move to defend itself. He collapsed and his body lurched over, falling over the edge of the cliff and down below into a wall puddle of water, then turned red from his blood. Sojukin, the Red Serpent, had perished and he just smiled and uttered that he had died a beautiful death, but he still desired to destroy the emperor.
Hell’s Phoenix
Sojukin woke up, but how could this be he thought nervously, he was dead! He looked around and he was still in the same spot he had died in. He looked down and his body was still there and the soldiers were about to take it away. His thoughts ran wild as he tried to stop them, but to no avail, he seemed rooted in place. He groaned and wept, then looked around and at himself. He looked the same as before, but now there was a chain connected to some hook just below his solar plexus. He tore at it, but found it did nothing and looked at it curiously.
“What the hell is this?”
He examined it further and it was about four feet long and laid straight on the ground unless he moved it. Frowning he looked at the very end of it and noticed it was slowly eating itself away, what manner of sorcery is this he thought horrified as he watched the chain slowly, agonizingly slow creep toward him. He tore at the chain harder, but to no avail. Resigning to it he simply laid back and waited. He grew angry as the weeks passed and the chain still wasn’t there, he screamed at his god about this torture and tore at it again. He budged it a little, but not much else. Tearing at the other end he tried to make it split faster, but it wouldn’t and he again just resigned to fate. After another week, the final encroachment began. The pain hit him out of nowhere and stunned him, then he began to scream louder and as hard as he could. The pain was so immense he felt as if someone was slowly tearing him apart and his screams rocked the mountain, just before his body disappeared and a new menace was about to be born.
Slowly, Sojukin opened his eyes, he was different somehow. He felt different felt the need to kill, he grumbled then got up but he had no arms. Shock overtook him and turned back to the puddle of water and looked at his reflection. He screamed ‘Oni!’, then noticed its mouth opened as he screamed. Examining it, he realized he was the Oni. He looked around and opened his mouth, noticing it opened in four different directions in his reflection and was full of jagged, serrated, reticulated teeth. He roared in anger, then began to walk along and found a clearer pool of water and looked at his entire reflection. He was now covered in some brown and greenish hide, he frowned and was greatly disturbed by this but a new tendency for murder was growing in him and he liked it. He crawled into the water for a moment and swam getting his fill as he was thirsty, then looked around and began making his way toward the Emperor’s palace, revenge came first after all.
Hueco Mundo
Sojukin…no Wrath jaw, walked slowly along the path to the palace, then began to notice that humans could not see or hear him. He was elated at this and grinned as best as he could in his new disgusting form. His legs dangled and seemed almost too thin to support his body, yet they had so much power, while the rest of him was covered in tiny faces with larger facial features, sometimes the eyes, sometimes the nose, or the mouth, every face was hideous he thought and continued to move. He broke into a sprint as he reached the halfway point, then ran straight up the side of the fortress walls, walking across the wall as he spied the Palace itself. He grinned and knew the king would be at the top and he would easily be able to kill him there. He smiled and flicked his new rat like tail back and forth in joy, striking one of the faces on his body. Its eyes opened and soon Wrath Jaw was a father.
“Hello father.” The little face said as it slowly pulled itself out of Wrath Jaw’s body emerging with its own. It was almost a foot tall with a round little baby face and grotesquely large nose that was connected to a rather small body with thin arms and legs that should have had no hope of supporting him. There was a pop however as the creature sucked in and his arms and legs gained a little muscle. Wrath Jaw wasn’t amused by the things antics as it danced and yelled “Me is borned Me is borned!” Wrath jaw pinned it under his right paw and moved his claws out of them moving them close to the little things neck.
“Who and what are you? If you are with me what use are you too me?”
The little thing scratched hits abnormally large head and shrugged, Wrath Jaw had to admit it was kinda cute. It looked sad, before saying.
“I not got a name poppa, you have to name me.”
“Alright your name is Imp…ummm son…now what can you do?”
Imp looked up at his rather, then looked over at the palace walls. It jumped and tucked itself into a ball and soon was a ball of green fire. Wrath Jaw could feel its heat four feet away from it and could still feel it on him as imp launched himself into the tower where the emperor resided. As he crashed into the tower, his entire body exploded in a flash of green fire spreading rapidly through the tower, causing it to turn to ash rapidly. He smiled and looked at his son, who was no back as part of his body.
“So Imp are all the faces like you?”
“No, father, most are but there are two that are different, you’ll have to figure out which for yourself.”
The tiny creature closed its eyes and began to rest, then slowly sunk back at no more than skin level. Wrath jaw smiled, that’s right you rest, you did a good job. Now however, I have a score to settle and your eyes are not yet meant to see your father kill a man. He grinned and ran across the buildings jumping high into the top room where he saw the Emperor readying to flee, his royal guard moving ahead of him. He smiled, then slammed into the emperor, pinning him to the ground as he opened his jaws. I may not reclaim my land he thought, but I can have the second best thing, my revenge. Wrath jaw bent down and wrapped his mouth completely around the emperor’s head and devoured it, swallowing it whole, before leaping out of the palace and vanishing into the forest behind it.
The days dragged on his new body and each passing day, his need to kill grew. He was soon devouring entire villages for the heck of it and the entire Feudal world feared his next attack, until one day as human saw him and screamed and ran from him. He didn’t know how the human did what she did, but she knew he was there and she got away from him. He thought about it, but his thoughts were interrupted by a woman in a black uniform shouting at him.
“Hollow prepare to die!”
“What the hell is a hollow!?”
“You are you idiot!”
“Who are you calling an idiot? I’ve been dead for not even a year and I’m already some demon thing now you want to tell me I’m called a hollow?”
“Maybe if you could see your chest, you’d down that we call you hollows because of the holes in your body!”
Wrath jaw embarrassed for a moment, looked down and noticed for the first time he actually did have a hole doing all the way through. He wondered how in the world he had missed that.
“Ok, that makes sense now, so what are you!?”
“I’m a Shimigami, you idiot, I’m the person that is supposed to purify you and make sure you turn back to a human. That or if you were truly wicked make sure you burn in hell!”
“Oh…well are there more of me?”
“DUH you idiot you know nothing, hollows have to eat each other to get stronger!”
“Oh…ok thanks, oh and next time..if you live don’t talk to the enemy.”
Wrath Jaw turned and began walking away as one the imps he had created flew out of his body and twisted around the rocky slope slamming into the shimigami’s back setting her on fire are the explosion which knocked her out. He smirked as Imp cheered about how smart his father was, then he heard clapping, which could be coming from Imp, because his hands were inside. He looked up and two hollows were above him, one gorilla like in shape with massive arms and a hideously disfiguring mask, the other like a minotaur, with crooked horns and hooves for hands and feet. Behind them was a hole which appeared to lead to a desert. Wrath Jaw didn’t care about the other two hollows, he simply jumped between them into the desert and the portal closed, he was now in Hueco Mundo. A world with no sunlight, he shook his head as he began to wander around the desert, everything was so bleak, just gray sand and gray rocks. He began to wonder if there was anything here, when the sand began to shake under him and a large hollow worm thing burst out of the ground with a bunch of feelers all over its body. Wrath Jaw jumped and had three Imps strike its body, before he ate a piece of its body and swallowed. The thing screeched in hideous pain, then receded into the sand. That was Wrath Jaws first encounter with a hostile hollow, it was by far the easiest fight of them all. The rest were all true tests of his ability, but he always rose to the occasion. He gained strength and soon he met his other children Succubus and Baal. Succubus was a female version of Imp, that produced a massive amount of smoke from its mouth, which blinded anyone in it and slowed down their reaction time as long as they stayed in it and the longer they stay in it, the longer the effect lingers. Baal was a muscular little guy almost as big as Wrath Jaw was. He was bulky and appeared to made out of some sort of boney material which was spiky and evil looking. Baal’s face was twisted and bent, looking more like a beetle's than a human's. He also relished in his ability, which engulfed his entire body in a ball of fire, then spread out almost for a block in all directions, spreading the super-heated flames everywhere.
Each hollow that Wrath Jaw devoured every enemy he defeated, he began to grow stronger and he began to feel something inside of him shifting. He felt as if the collective natures of every hollow he had devoured where getting stronger and were pulling him in. He fought it and began to slaughter more hollows, but soon it became too much. His body broke down again and soon he felt his mind being dragged into something new. He howled in rage, but it was futile, his body shifted and grew large and black soon he was as tall as a skyscraper. His mask changed into a plain one with a long nose. He stood still for a moment, then moved on as a mindless beast, he was now a Menos Grande. He began fighting for control of the body as soon as he became a Menos. He would not allow for himself to be controlled and ripped tore through the other hollows, making their strength his own again. A century passed and soon he was in complete control and emerged as an adjuchas. He grumbled as he awoke in his new body, it was much more humanoid, he had legs now and arms, but his hands and feet were still more like paws and it was easier to get around on all fours. He frowned at this and found his mask about the same as it was when he was a normal hollow. He wondered the desert again for almost six hundred years, before he finally came face to face with an arrancar.
Wrath Jaw paced himself through another painful walk through this god forsaken desert. He sighed, when he saw it, a large castle construct. He paced toward it clearly, wondering what it was and when he was about a mile away; he saw what appeared to be a humanoid in a white outfit entering the castle. He rushed forward to attack, but the humanoid’s spiritual pressure surged and he knew it was no normal human. He stopped and looked at the man oddly. He was tall about 6’2 with a white strip of cloth around his eyes. His hair was black and hung down to his shoulder, with a thin line for a mouth and hook nose. He turned toward Wrath Jaw, with a sharp turn of the heel and began to draw his sword from its sheathe, Wrath Jaw, then saw the hole in his chest, he was shocked and looked up at the man in awe.
“What…”
Wrath Jaw wasn’t allowed to finish, before the man spoke, his voice gruff and threatening, full of power and life.
“Hollow, why have you come to Las Noches, you do not belong here, return to the desert or you will face my blade.”
“Wait, Wait, I’ll go but what are you!?”
“I am an arranchar hollow, you should know this by now, we are hollows who have removed our masks to gain shimigami powers. We watch over this place called Las Noches and we protect the royal family, not that they need it.”
“So…you got more powerful by taking off your mask.”
“Correct, but not all are guaranteed to look like humans, some turn into bigger monsters, but still strength grows quite a bit.”
“Thanks…”
Wrath Jaw left thinking upon his words and for the first time in a thousand years, he began to think of his past life. Soon after Wrath Jaw found himself in the Forest of Hollows, fighting with the most powerful adjuchas, but he soon bit off more than he could chew and angered a Vasto Lorde. He had been fighting like any other day and one of the imps had flown into a cave nearby where they were fighting. A roar echoed out of the cave, then a massive spiritual pressure pushed him down. All he remembered from the event was running away as fast as he could and it chasing him and shooting ceros at him leveling sections of the forest. He panted as the barrage finally stopped and sat down thinking about the arrancar’s words again. He looked down at his hands and pictured himself as he was. He wanted that back and he wanted it now. He reached up and grabbed his mask.
Las Noches
A new arrancar was born and soon the others rushed to the entrance of Las Noches to watch him enter. There mixed reactions of joy and anger as he approached. He felt thousands of eyes discern him as he moved through the entrance and into the main foyer of the massive establishment. He looked around, then looked in a mirror, his old face had returned to him and he smiled. All that was once his was his again and he was overcome with joy as he saw this. His only thoughts now turned to the feature and making himself as strong as possible and annihilating anyone in his way. He was lead to a spare chamber and looked into another chamber remembering how he died and everything from before, he drew his zanpakuto and stabbed it through the mirror.
“I am Sojukin Asamoto, once again and I trample anyone who stands in my way. My power shall be absolute and I will trump all!”
Sojukin spent the next two centuries honing his new powers as an arrancar, bidding his time as he built up his strength to become an espada.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
Before resurrecction, Sojukin, still has access to a variety of his old powers as well as a few new tricks that he picked up when he became an arrancar as most other hollows due. Finding a different use in each other these powers he often conjoins with to cause more devastating effects.
Fuego de Diablillo: Sojukin creates a green ball of fire which floats near or around him. Each ball takes only about two seconds to materialize and can be filled with more of his spirit energy to become larger, but top at about two feet wide and two feet high. He can create each at will and they seem to follow the intended target unless Sojukin throws it at which point it will fly much much faster around five times faster than a cero, but only in a straight line. Otherwise they can easily be outrun or fooled into bumping into something else as they only travel by themselves at the speed of a normal cero. During this their turning ability is moderate and if charging at someone will have to make a large u-turn to resume the chase. The technique is the same as it was before he became an arrancar, each ball explodes on impact turning anything without a concentration of spirit energy into ash instantly. Each explosion will only hit with the force of half a bala and the flames that ensue are where the real damage occurs, each burning at almost 2000 degrees. On a person of equal power, each ball would cause a first degree burn, causing a welt and some darkening. In terms of cost each blast costs slightly more than a bala. He can create at least six at once and can create another as soon as one explodes.
Additional Info:
Sojukin can create a small sonar with the click of his tongue that allows them to ascertain the whereabouts of other people around him, when blinded as he lacks the ability to tell where spirit energy is coming from.
Sojukin also has studied modern warfare and knows how to disassemble any fire arm in under a minute, if it has been illustrated in any book. He is also ambidextrous and can use either hand for sword play or writing.
General:
Appearance:
Sojukin’s zanpakuto appears to be about the size of an average katana with a hexagon shaped hand guard. This however, is where its appearance with normal katanas ends. His katana when pulled from it’s sheathe is red in color with a black line running jaggedly through the entire blade up to the point. At the start of the blade on the hand guard, is a traditional oni face with its mouth shaped so the blade appears to be its tongue. The oni face is ornate with two red gems for eyes and horns made of ebony. Underneath the hand guard is the hilt of the blade, underneath the cap at the bottom, the hilt is held together with a thick white string which two gold balls on each side fastening it into place, while the cap is also made of gold and keeps the string from untangling itself.
Resurrecctión
Armor/ Appearance:
Brujo: Sojukin’s appearance changes into something truly befitting a warlock, after uttering the command Arise After black smog consumes him and then bursts into a massive green fire, Sojukin emerges, clad in a new robe of black and red. The under robe is of a pure black color, filling the on looker with dread as he gaze at it, etched into the robe are rune shaped patterns, each symbolizing a different demon in every mythology. At the very bottom of the robe, red cloth, which looks like jagged bloody blades hangs out underneath almost touching his boots which have replaced his other shoes. The shoes themselves have been designed to stomp in skulls, modeled after what seems to be modern combat boots with metal toes. Each boot is made of an unknown type of leather, but is oddly cold to the touch, holding the material together is an unearthly sort of metal which freezes the skin when touched. The metal has a frozen luster to it and is very smooth allowing a reflection to be seen if one looks into them.
The second piece of Sojukin’s new attire is the mantle, which placed firmly over the robe completing the set and granting him a frightful appearance, sure to intimidate any opponent. The mantle itself runs like a series of belts through out this body, criss-crossing near his solar plexus, below his groin and just below his neck. The belts are jagged and also criss-cross around his sides and back, securing his robe so that it will not move as he does creating an easy moving environment. One larger belt runs around his waist, but opens when it comes to his front, held in place by the other belts which come back to his shoulders and create what appear to be spikes on them are being buckled down with metal that appears the same as that on his boots. The shoulder pads that are formed extend back almost half a foot behind him where a series of spindle like legs, curl themselves inside of them, waiting for to come down, each with a tip glinting like the blade of a dagger in the moonlight.
The two final pieces of his set are his arm guards and the crest on his chest. The arm guards fit snuggly where the robe’s sleeves should be, ending in black glove that comes out of a spikey frilled opening. The entire arm guard is red and appears to made of overlapping plates of leather which at the forearm have a ball made of two more belt loops locked in place by a small skull. At the wrist of the arm guard, is a small skull holding the wrist to the arm guard, the skull has an arrow where its jaw should be jointing downward towards his hand. Over his chest, is a multitude of skulls which form a large triangle of skulls ending in a point below his solar plexus as if pointing to his hollow hole which has been covered.
Apart from the clothing his blade also changes drastically and its sheathe now placed moving from his right hip and moving down toward his left foot has as well. The blade itself as changed color from red to purple and the hilt and hand guard are now comprised exclusively of metallic skulls which then lace their way through the blade as well, creating a series of runes. The blade now has four notches in it which create a jagged effect near the tip and the base, looking as if some gripped the blade and squeezed till it disfigured. The sheathe, itself has changed colors to red and gold and appears to be woven out of a special fabric rather than usual means. This creates a coiling effect which goes all the way down the sheathe and moving your finger down it makes it feel as if moving it over a set of hills.
Abilities:
Grande Fuego del Diablillo: The same basic principle as Fuego del Infierno, however this time it has grown to the size of 15 feet across and 15 feet high. It travels about 20% slower than its previous form when thrown and lacks the ability to track an opponent, but this trade off comes with an increased explosive power, now hitting for the same amount of damage as his cero and causing severe second degree burns upon impact. Each ball takes about four seconds to create and cost double the amount of spiritual energy to fire a cero (6% of his power) Leaving only one question to be asked, how do you want your shimigami served? Crispy or Extra Crispy.
Respirar esmog: Taking a page from the succubus in his earlier hollow years, Sojukin breathes in deeply and exhales, creating a thick black smog that spreads out over a two hundred feet area from its focal point in every direction, except up and down which only goes about twenty yards. Once inside the smog, vision is completely lost and when inhaled creates a neural reaction which delays movements and actions slightly. The longer any person stays inside the smog the longer it lingers afterwords. Sojukin himself is immune from the neural effects of the smog, though still can not see in the heavy smoke. The smoke causes no damage to anyone and the effects only linger if inside of the smog for three posts or more. Creating the mist is instant and costs about the same as firing a cero.
Table of Lingering Neural Effects for number of posts inside of the smog, right is posts, left is post effected.
1:0 2:0 3:0
4:1 5:1 6:2
7:3 8:3 9:5
10:5 11:6 12:6
13:7 14: 8 15:9
20+:10
Zealot Slayer: Sojukin's greatest technique, this involves focusing of the reitsu around him into a superheated mass around his forearms and blade. The reitsu will burst into flames making his blade glow red from heat and his forearms ignite into flame. The flame can be controlled and sent out to a distance of two meters before it must return to Sojukin's body. These flames burn at 4000 degrees easily allowing him to slice through just about any substance with ease. (A few naturally occuring elements can stand higher temperatures.) Ice or water based attacks in most cases should his overall reitsu be higher the ice will melt and the water will evaporate. This ability lasts for three posts with a once per battle usage and requires a half a post of prep time along with 15% of his reitsu.
Maldición Cero: Sojukin’s special cero with five times the power of a normal cero. Sojukin’s cero builds up looking as if it is taking in souls along with spirit energy, making it seem to shine purple. After build up of 10 seconds it can be fired, but is at full power after 15 (One Post) It fires in a wider arc, encompassing more space within its field. If hit with this attack, small boils will appear on the area that was struck. As the boils linger, they begin to grow creating intense burning, after two posts the boils will be half the size of baseballs and inside each one a tiny organism can be seen. They are each the little imps that Sojukin used to summon when he was a hollow. After four posts, the boils will pop and the imps will fall out already dead, but will have drained about two ceros worth of energy out of the person is his arm was hit. If his chest about 3, if a leg about 2 and if his head about 1. The relation to the amount of energy drained is a compression to the amount of surface area on the struck location. This ability requires seventeen percent of his power to use.
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
Cero:: High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers (2% of his power)
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
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.
Sonido:: Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step
Other Characters:
Ein Sojiru
Roleplay Sample:
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!!!?"
The young shimigami screamed at Sojukin as he struck him for the thousandth time on the chest with his blade, again it seemed to have no effect further angering the young man as the arrancar before looked at him with pity, then spoke for the first time. It was unexpected and the young shimigami stopped his attack in sudden surprise, his zanpakuto still hanging in the air as he went to strike at him again.
"What is it you seek by fighting me shimigami? Are you so ignorant to see you are blind to the shear difference in power between us? You are second-rate and will soon become nothing more than a meal for me and join the multitude of souls already interwined in my long history of domaniance. I am being fair this one time, because you caught me in a moment of calm as a reflected on my previous life. Run while you still have this option, or your guts I will render from your body and burn the rest into a fine ash which will travel this world without end till the end of time."
"That will just give me an eternity to think of how to kill you when I am reborn."
Sojukin was taken aback by the young mans retort, did he think in any of his pathetic lives he would ever be a match for him? Was he just stupid or suicidal? He frowned as his brow furrowed a little, this kid had no respect for strength and must die. He was nothing more than a blemish on the face of the all powerful society that constructed the hierarcy of the spirit world. His energy lacked even enough force to puncture his hierro, so what hope did he have. Yet...there was a fire in his eyes, something that Sojukin remembered, a look that he once held. It was determination, a desire to prove those around him wrong and show the world that he could do what it said was impossible. He knew the look well, he had murdered plenty that had held that same fire in their eyes and he would murder many more, but he remembered it most as it was the same fire in his eyes, on the day he died.
"Your foolish and your feeling are completely useless and your determination will only end up getting you killed. However, I respect that to a degree, but it will not change things...you will still die here today for refusing to flee this area. I will honor your death, however by drawing my blade against you and not mauling you with my bare hands."
Sojukin slowly reached for his blade, reaching for the ornate hilt as he looked at the young shimigami again. He was a simple lout, dressed in the common shimigami robes, if his was a bit dusty and tattered from having done battle with him for almost half an hour now. He had a squad eleven insignia around his arm, which made sense, because only those people were dumb enough to try this. He sighed and kept examining, he was moderately handsome, or would be if not for the x shaped scar running from his left temple to his right cheek, then his right temple down to his lip. He was bald, but it was clear his head was shaved due to the small amounts of hair that were coming up out of the back of his neck. Sojukin looked more closely expecting it for a moment as his sword eased out of its sheathe, the blood red blade signalling the shimigami's death. The man's hair was black and his eyes were red it appeared. He shrugged, a bizarre trait red eyes, but it didn't matter, those eyes would soon dull and there would be nothing left of him to admire, expect maybe his courage.
"This facade of a battle is over, die with grace or flee with your life."
Sojukin said his voice booming over the hills as his blade exited his sheathe and he used sonido to close the gap between them. He was instantly upon the shimigami, leaving him with no time to react as he plunged his zanpakuto through his gullet. The blood that seeped out of his body perfectly matching the color of his sword, making it seem as it his blood was flowing down in a large arch that it should be. Sojukin had closed his eyes as he shoved his blade in a little further, then looked down. The young man was bleeding from his mouth, but he had not given in yet, he was clinging to life by the thinest of lines and would most likely die very soon if he didn't receive healing immediately. He began to speak and gripped at Sojukin's hand. How could one person possess so much will, that on the brink of death he would push himself further into his grave by trying to force himself up by means of gripping his assaliant?
"I...wi...will, not...d...d...die" His words were cut off, by an upheaval of blood, which landing splattering against Sojukin's robe. "th...this way....Yo...You...hav...haven't...bested me.....I...will...win....."
There was silence for a moment as he stared down at the young shimigami. He was clinging for dear life, yet he was still claiming he could win. How foolish, he was beaten and he had no hope of ever achieveing victory. Destiny had already decreed he would die today and that he would never be anything more than a peeble in his path, a insigificant part of his life that would only serve to remember his foolish nature from the past. The light began to fade from the shimigami's eyes and Sojukin pulled his blade out of him, holding him up in the air just long enough to wipe the blood off of his blade on his robes before dropping him to the ground.
"I don't care if your alive or dead...If your alive you will soon be dead or maybe not. It matters not, you will never amount to anything and the fangs that bear toward me will never pierce the armor which I bear. If you live take it as fates way of giving you a second chance for making a foolish mistake. Now I must bid you adu."
Sojukin however, stood there looking down at the shimigami's body wondering silently, what gave him that much courage and determination and what had given it to him so long ago.
"What are you doing here in the Real world, hollow?"
Sojukin was already picking up the shimigami's spiritual pressure before he exited the senkaimon, he was pleasantly surprised to find someone with that much power coming out to meet him. He turned slowly on his heel, to meet eyes with him, there was the same fire and he noticed he was of the same squad as the man he had just slaughtered. Sojukin brushed the blood on his jacket slowly away, showing that to be the only stain on it as they glared at each other. There was a long pause before he spoke while messing with one the black tips in his hair. His voice coming out as thoughtful and wondering, but with a cynical twist and sarcastic undertones.
"I was just enjoying the day, Hueco Mundo gets very dull. Its nothing but eternal night in a desert with no weather. Not even a cloud to watch go by. It is simply a shame for us hollows, to have nothing to do, but fight eternally under the moon of Hueco Mundo."
Unless this man was completely stupid there was noway he was going to buy that dumb little story. Sojukin blinked once, then stopped playing with his hair ready to give the real reason he had come to this area. His body tensed a little knowing that combat would soon come about and he had no idea what abilities this man possessed. He was sure he was at the captain's level though and that would mean this fight wasn't going to be easy, but it would be enjoyable. Like everyone else that had ever stood in his way, this one would fall as well. He was confident in that, for he had only failed once in his life and that was the day he died and his rebirth began.
"This is the spot I died 1462 years ago, I come here every so often to reflect on my death and reconstruct it so I may see how I might have survived the conflict. In the past century I have yet to find a solution. I will keep visiting this spot until I do and noone is going to stop me. Not you, not that miserble little punk who couldn't even cut me, not even the Horrors will keep me from coming here!"
Sojukin grabbed his blade, lowering his right shoulder down and spreading his legs into a samurai quick draw stance, waiting for Saru to come to him. When he did he would draw rapidly and make an upward slice with both hands, before using sonido to make another gap between them.
General Info
Name: Sojukin Asamoto
Gender:Male
Age: 1462
Ranking: Hueco Mundo Arrancar
Number: 3
Base Type: Adjuchas
Physical Description:
Sojukin is very vain and has a right to be, he is a blonde man standing at 5’11 with emerald green eyes. His hair is shaped so that each side is perfectly symmetrical to the other, with no strands out of place. It is kept short in the back with a wind blown look to it and the front short except for two long bangs that run down the entirety of his face and past by about an inch. The last inch of his hair is black, almost as if burned to that shade, adding a heavy contrast to his features. His face is free of any blemishes though he does have a scar which runs horizontally under his right eye for about four centimeters. It is a flat scar that is only about two centimeters wide, with jagged edges that were made from what appears to be a gunshot. Sojukin’s eyes gleam with a wrath and greed, that reflects his nature and seem to encourage others to fear him. For inside his eyes, there rests a fury that is only growing everyday. Sojukin’s body as well is something he takes great pride in, it is shaped well creating a perfect V with his figure of 38/28/34. He is a lean man, but trim with muscles that are easily seen in normal clothing, which also hides his hollow hole. He usually keeps his hollow hole hidden, but when shown it lies just below his solar plexus, nestled amongst the colony of his abs. His skin is rather pale however, but he seems to find that another point of his vanity, much like the royals of a time long past.
He is normally dressed in a black shirt, which is tucked into his white hakama, which have been specially tailored to be a little more snug in his waist to allow easier movement. Holding his hakama in place is a white sash and over it all is the traditional white Arrancar jacket. Sojukin, however does not zip up his jacket as other arrancar do. Instead just above waist level, there are two belts that criss-cross over his waist. These belts then wrap back around and connect to the back of his jacket to make sure it does not flow too erratically in the wind. On each of these belts is a single mask belonging to another hollow. One the right is a mask that is almost humanoid except for the large fangs extending down from the teeth of the mask, marking it as some sort of ape. The other is bull like in structure, but it is hard to discern do to the large amount of battle marks on it.
Personality
Sojukin is one of the most volatile people alive, hardheaded, selfish, arrogant, vain, easily angered and boastful are just a few of his many traits. His development on the streets of Tokyo as one of its greatest criminals boosted his ego, creating an arrogant young man who felt he could do no wrong as his plans all succeeded until his last one. He is vain to the point of narcissism, holding himself as one of the greatest creations to have ever existed, primarily due to the fact that every woman he had met has commented on how he looks always in a positive light. He complains in minor fights about nicks and scratches on his ‘perfect’ face or body. However, he knows when there is a time to ignore that and to fight with his all. In these situations he will go as far as disfiguring himself to achieve victory.
He sees the weak to be a burden on the strong and only there so the strong may devour them and grow stronger. He will constantly preach this to those weaker than he is or that he believes are weaker than him. Sojukin may know his own limits, but that will not stop him from boasting in the presence of someone stronger than he is and striking with every belief he will win. This habit formed from the streets where it was a dog eat dog world, if you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself you died and if someone was stronger than you were, well either you worked for them or they shook you down for money every chance they got. Sojukin, appears to also developed a very bad case of selective hearing as he will do whatever he wants no matter what ordered. He seems to believe that his way is always best no matter the other options. He most likely developed this trait again, because of his heists and plans during his criminal years in Tokyo never failed, his unstained track record being a huge point of pride for him. He however, will listen to power or reason should it present itself to him, namely if someone much more powerful than him gives him an order he will obey it to the letter in fear of dying. Sojukin does not believe in honor in battle either, he holds himself above this and will attack those who are weakened or those who are fully able to fight. It doesn’t matter to him. Everything is just a meal to be devoured by his blade, this trait was brought about after he unofficially murdered twenty-seven members of his own gang after one of the members ratted him out to the cops. No one knew who did it, so he simply killed all of them, later he developed this thought process through his events as a hollow noticing how every new hollow he devoured the stronger he became feeding this thought process and giving him a reason to believe it was true.
Sojukin is also extremely paranoid and afraid of dying, he sees death as just another thing to control him and his greatest fear is of being controlled. Since he was a child he has always wanted to be free of the oppressive nature of authority and has found that place among the Arrancar, as most are free to do as they please. His paranoia developed as he had been betrayed several times by humans and hollows alike during his hollow and human years. Namely the people he thought he could trust most, resulting in his fixture of even mistrusting his so called ‘sons’, which are the small creatures which were produced out of his body when he was a hollow. He holds the Horror Vacui, in high regard as they are the most powerful of the beings around him that are of the same race. He holds the shimigami in contempt as they are little more than puppets to fate and move around with little or no concern for their own freedoms, preferring to obey orders than truly spread their wings and fly. The higher level vizards he also shows high amounts of respect for, they are strong and free, having brushed off the soul societies rules to do as they please. The vizards he considers his true people, but alas he became an arrancar instead, still as much respect as he has for them, he has no problem striking one down if it calls for it. Everything else, in his own words are food, especially the Bounts as he despises what they stand for. The vampiric race has long stood against all his virtues, even the rogues who ignore the soul societies rules and regulations for their feeding, he see them only as food as they disgrace what he longs for entrapping themselves in some high society order, snuffing their noses up at others and bending into a sect of decrypted puppets with little or no chance of not becoming extinct unless they find some way to breed. Humans and Quincys are little better than the bounts, but some catch his interest as they share his ideals, but still they are merely food.
Sojukin’s favorite activity involves soaking in a hot bath for hours, while daydreaming about his earlier years and triumphs. He particularly enjoys this because it gives him time to think about his life before hand and how he could have done things better to advance his position now. These thoughts can last for hours and he was once dragged in front of the other espada naked, after falling asleep in his bath, then sat through the entire meeting like that, not caring as they had interrupted his thoughts. He enjoys reading as well, but he has little time for it and sees knowledge to be of less use than power as book knowledge cannot help one survive in the world they live in, though he does enjoy strategy, particularly playing chess as it sharpens ones battle reflexes. Sojukin harbors no love for music aside from the occasional ballad to get his blood flowing, he lived without it on the streets and sees it useless, though he does seem to enjoy it on the off occasion.
Sojukin’s favorite food is Takoyaki a spherical, fried dumpling of batter with a piece of octopus inside, and Umeboshi, a small pickled ume fruit usually very very sour. These were treats that his real parents feed him before they abandoned him and have long been scarred into his mind as things that connects him to them. He will seek this out quite often and will sit alone and enjoy them, reflecting on what little memory he has of them left. Sojukin, hates anything that has been fried or is overly sweet. He developed these dislikes after reading that they caused skin problems and refused to eat them after words due to his vain nature. Ironically, he also hates people that are arrogant or don’t listen. Finding them to be overbearing and annoying, while he tries to explain his point of view and they have no heed for it.
History:
A Beautiful Death
Sojukin Asamoto, also known as the Red Serpent do to the bloody red armor he wears and the way his troops seem to move in a snake like formation during battle was one of the most feared and corrupt Shoguns in all of Japan’s history. However, he was stripped from his position by some upstart at the turn of the century and has now turned into an equally feared criminal mastermind. His record so far contained: three hundred raids on the Kyoto farm land, four hundred on the southern lands and seventy on the heart of the capital city, forty villages burned to the ground and two genocides of sub-sects of the Japanese, namely the Dan-Pings. One of his ancestors seems to have been Dutch or European as he has blonde hair with black tips, his eyes are also round. His parents are unknown as he was abandoned as a child and eventually worked his way up the samurai chain, but now he is disgraced and forced to live as a thief.
Sojukin cast the flier to the ground and stamped on it as his men ransacked the quaint village. He was mounted atop his stead, Hybrid of Kyoshi, a strong red haired mere that was fabled to be able to run a thousand miles in one day. He found himself most peaceful during these raids, it reminded him of a better time when he went to war for his country to ransack similar villages for land. Now he was just another leech, taking what was once his back while the people suffer. He smiled and signaled his men to torch it after all the provisions had been stolen. Damn…it feels good to be in control, he thought as the village soon caught fire. His lead officer soon rode up beside him and began to speak of his worries.
“Asamoto-sama, our look out spotted the Imperial Army a days march away! They are headed straight for us and the Emperor himself is leading the charge!”
Sojukin turned slightly in shock at the news he was just given. They were so far from the capital, how in the world could they have known they would be here? His mind turned violently as his katana and bow rattled from his steed’s uneasiness. He looked at his officer and suddenly it was clear, the look in his eyes, the look of guilt, it was so clear, dark and unclear like a pool of stagnant water, he wouldn’t make eye contact now and it gave him away. Sojukin grabbed the young man by the throat and threw him off his horse, standing over him as he drew his katana. Moving over him as he readied his blade to kill him, knowing he was a traitor.
“Asamoto-sama, wait please, I had no choice, they have my family. Spare me, let us flee together!”
“You are a coward and you have no honor! There is only one way to redeem your honor now and you will perform it or I will kill you myself. There is no place in this world for traitors in this world.”
The irony in these words struck home to Sojukin and he waited for his officer to pull out his blade and purge it deep into his stomach, then cut across it. He was already screaming with pain and Sojukin loped off his head to end it permanently. He walked slowly back to his horse after cleaning his sword on his officer’s jacket, then called for his men to retreat. They rode and marched for as long as they could finally passing through a mountain pass. Their trek had been long and arduous, but they had escaped, they made camp that night at the bottom of the mountain, while Sojukin sat with his other officers and told them of the others betrayal. As he spoke he noticed the same look of guilt in all of their eyes, he roared in a blind fury and removed his katana and killed them one by one, screaming each had no honor. He loped their heads off one by one leaving the tent covered in blood as he walked out for air. He swore he would not die the way they had, he would die with honor and he would die a beautiful death in combat. He stood against a tree facing the sun as it slowly crept over the horizon; he only watched it for a few moments, before the sound of horses charging over the land could be heard. The imperial army had neglected itself rest and was now nearing their camp.
Sojukin ignored his men, they were all traitors anyway and could fend from themselves, he mounted his steed and quickly turned it around toward the mountain path and spurred it as hard as he could. The horse whined at the suddenness of his demand, but rushes away at his bidding. All Sojukin could think about at the moment was saving his own life and keeping himself from dying at the hands of the imperial army and their dreaded long bow archers, whose aim was legendary. He rode on faster, stopping at one of the higher peaks to see the army was still chasing him and his men were now slain along with a few of the armies soldiers. He rode on in terror and crested one of the smaller peaks, before a rock slide occurred in front of him and he was left with nowhere to go. He had to wait for his doom to come to him, he however would make good on his vow, he drew his bow and armed it waiting for the first soldier to come. He waited and heat of the summer sun was intense and his helmet was trapping in all the heat. He began to sweat violently as he waited, but he would be rewards soon he thought. He continued to wait and saw no one, so he removed his helmet and chest pads to relieve himself from the heat.
Sojukin stayed like that, bare-chested and with no helmet waiting for the Imperial Army to round the bend and he was rewarded with their first line coming around the curve, he fired and pierced the first between the eyes, he drew arrows frantically as they came a horde of them now rushing towards him. He felt trapped yet at the same time excited, this was truly a life or death situation and he knew he was going die, it was an entire army against him, he would soon be out of arrows, but he would make them pay for his life. He fired at some stones above the soldiers as they rushed toward them, it hit the stones, but they did not fall, they were only a few yards away now. Frantic, he began to fire rapidly at them and caused a small rock slide which sent a chunk of the soldiers plummeting to their doom, their screams of terror roaring through the hot air of the mountain said and echoing back around to Sojukin, music to his ears. The events continued on like that for another ten minutes, finally Sojukin had run out of arrows, it was what he knew what would happen from the start and dismounted drawing his katana as soldiers rushed him.
He knew there was no hope left, but rushed forward and began to fight the soldiers one on one in the narrow pass., he knew it wouldn’t be long before archers would begin to climb up to the ledge above and ran death upon him. He cringed as a soldier got close to cutting him and moved to the side, before deflecting another attack, flashing steel seemed to come from everywhere and the air reverberated from the blades clashing. He struck down two soldiers with a heavy swing, but two more took their place immediately, his arms felt heavy and his body was drenched with sweat, glistening in the sun from the swear amount of it. He swore repeatedly as they kept coming and it was all he could do to keep his arms up, he panted and the first cut across his chest occurred, it was just a minor cut but it burned fiercely all the way across his right pectoral. He swung back hard, loping of the soldier’s hand, just before what he knew would eventually occur did. An arrow pierced his heart and his left lung and he knew death was upon him. His vision dimmed as he swung randomly and time slowed. There was nothing he could, but watch now, each swing came down slashing him to shreds as his body wouldn’t move to defend itself. He collapsed and his body lurched over, falling over the edge of the cliff and down below into a wall puddle of water, then turned red from his blood. Sojukin, the Red Serpent, had perished and he just smiled and uttered that he had died a beautiful death, but he still desired to destroy the emperor.
Hell’s Phoenix
Sojukin woke up, but how could this be he thought nervously, he was dead! He looked around and he was still in the same spot he had died in. He looked down and his body was still there and the soldiers were about to take it away. His thoughts ran wild as he tried to stop them, but to no avail, he seemed rooted in place. He groaned and wept, then looked around and at himself. He looked the same as before, but now there was a chain connected to some hook just below his solar plexus. He tore at it, but found it did nothing and looked at it curiously.
“What the hell is this?”
He examined it further and it was about four feet long and laid straight on the ground unless he moved it. Frowning he looked at the very end of it and noticed it was slowly eating itself away, what manner of sorcery is this he thought horrified as he watched the chain slowly, agonizingly slow creep toward him. He tore at the chain harder, but to no avail. Resigning to it he simply laid back and waited. He grew angry as the weeks passed and the chain still wasn’t there, he screamed at his god about this torture and tore at it again. He budged it a little, but not much else. Tearing at the other end he tried to make it split faster, but it wouldn’t and he again just resigned to fate. After another week, the final encroachment began. The pain hit him out of nowhere and stunned him, then he began to scream louder and as hard as he could. The pain was so immense he felt as if someone was slowly tearing him apart and his screams rocked the mountain, just before his body disappeared and a new menace was about to be born.
Slowly, Sojukin opened his eyes, he was different somehow. He felt different felt the need to kill, he grumbled then got up but he had no arms. Shock overtook him and turned back to the puddle of water and looked at his reflection. He screamed ‘Oni!’, then noticed its mouth opened as he screamed. Examining it, he realized he was the Oni. He looked around and opened his mouth, noticing it opened in four different directions in his reflection and was full of jagged, serrated, reticulated teeth. He roared in anger, then began to walk along and found a clearer pool of water and looked at his entire reflection. He was now covered in some brown and greenish hide, he frowned and was greatly disturbed by this but a new tendency for murder was growing in him and he liked it. He crawled into the water for a moment and swam getting his fill as he was thirsty, then looked around and began making his way toward the Emperor’s palace, revenge came first after all.
Hueco Mundo
Sojukin…no Wrath jaw, walked slowly along the path to the palace, then began to notice that humans could not see or hear him. He was elated at this and grinned as best as he could in his new disgusting form. His legs dangled and seemed almost too thin to support his body, yet they had so much power, while the rest of him was covered in tiny faces with larger facial features, sometimes the eyes, sometimes the nose, or the mouth, every face was hideous he thought and continued to move. He broke into a sprint as he reached the halfway point, then ran straight up the side of the fortress walls, walking across the wall as he spied the Palace itself. He grinned and knew the king would be at the top and he would easily be able to kill him there. He smiled and flicked his new rat like tail back and forth in joy, striking one of the faces on his body. Its eyes opened and soon Wrath Jaw was a father.
“Hello father.” The little face said as it slowly pulled itself out of Wrath Jaw’s body emerging with its own. It was almost a foot tall with a round little baby face and grotesquely large nose that was connected to a rather small body with thin arms and legs that should have had no hope of supporting him. There was a pop however as the creature sucked in and his arms and legs gained a little muscle. Wrath Jaw wasn’t amused by the things antics as it danced and yelled “Me is borned Me is borned!” Wrath jaw pinned it under his right paw and moved his claws out of them moving them close to the little things neck.
“Who and what are you? If you are with me what use are you too me?”
The little thing scratched hits abnormally large head and shrugged, Wrath Jaw had to admit it was kinda cute. It looked sad, before saying.
“I not got a name poppa, you have to name me.”
“Alright your name is Imp…ummm son…now what can you do?”
Imp looked up at his rather, then looked over at the palace walls. It jumped and tucked itself into a ball and soon was a ball of green fire. Wrath Jaw could feel its heat four feet away from it and could still feel it on him as imp launched himself into the tower where the emperor resided. As he crashed into the tower, his entire body exploded in a flash of green fire spreading rapidly through the tower, causing it to turn to ash rapidly. He smiled and looked at his son, who was no back as part of his body.
“So Imp are all the faces like you?”
“No, father, most are but there are two that are different, you’ll have to figure out which for yourself.”
The tiny creature closed its eyes and began to rest, then slowly sunk back at no more than skin level. Wrath jaw smiled, that’s right you rest, you did a good job. Now however, I have a score to settle and your eyes are not yet meant to see your father kill a man. He grinned and ran across the buildings jumping high into the top room where he saw the Emperor readying to flee, his royal guard moving ahead of him. He smiled, then slammed into the emperor, pinning him to the ground as he opened his jaws. I may not reclaim my land he thought, but I can have the second best thing, my revenge. Wrath jaw bent down and wrapped his mouth completely around the emperor’s head and devoured it, swallowing it whole, before leaping out of the palace and vanishing into the forest behind it.
The days dragged on his new body and each passing day, his need to kill grew. He was soon devouring entire villages for the heck of it and the entire Feudal world feared his next attack, until one day as human saw him and screamed and ran from him. He didn’t know how the human did what she did, but she knew he was there and she got away from him. He thought about it, but his thoughts were interrupted by a woman in a black uniform shouting at him.
“Hollow prepare to die!”
“What the hell is a hollow!?”
“You are you idiot!”
“Who are you calling an idiot? I’ve been dead for not even a year and I’m already some demon thing now you want to tell me I’m called a hollow?”
“Maybe if you could see your chest, you’d down that we call you hollows because of the holes in your body!”
Wrath jaw embarrassed for a moment, looked down and noticed for the first time he actually did have a hole doing all the way through. He wondered how in the world he had missed that.
“Ok, that makes sense now, so what are you!?”
“I’m a Shimigami, you idiot, I’m the person that is supposed to purify you and make sure you turn back to a human. That or if you were truly wicked make sure you burn in hell!”
“Oh…well are there more of me?”
“DUH you idiot you know nothing, hollows have to eat each other to get stronger!”
“Oh…ok thanks, oh and next time..if you live don’t talk to the enemy.”
Wrath Jaw turned and began walking away as one the imps he had created flew out of his body and twisted around the rocky slope slamming into the shimigami’s back setting her on fire are the explosion which knocked her out. He smirked as Imp cheered about how smart his father was, then he heard clapping, which could be coming from Imp, because his hands were inside. He looked up and two hollows were above him, one gorilla like in shape with massive arms and a hideously disfiguring mask, the other like a minotaur, with crooked horns and hooves for hands and feet. Behind them was a hole which appeared to lead to a desert. Wrath Jaw didn’t care about the other two hollows, he simply jumped between them into the desert and the portal closed, he was now in Hueco Mundo. A world with no sunlight, he shook his head as he began to wander around the desert, everything was so bleak, just gray sand and gray rocks. He began to wonder if there was anything here, when the sand began to shake under him and a large hollow worm thing burst out of the ground with a bunch of feelers all over its body. Wrath Jaw jumped and had three Imps strike its body, before he ate a piece of its body and swallowed. The thing screeched in hideous pain, then receded into the sand. That was Wrath Jaws first encounter with a hostile hollow, it was by far the easiest fight of them all. The rest were all true tests of his ability, but he always rose to the occasion. He gained strength and soon he met his other children Succubus and Baal. Succubus was a female version of Imp, that produced a massive amount of smoke from its mouth, which blinded anyone in it and slowed down their reaction time as long as they stayed in it and the longer they stay in it, the longer the effect lingers. Baal was a muscular little guy almost as big as Wrath Jaw was. He was bulky and appeared to made out of some sort of boney material which was spiky and evil looking. Baal’s face was twisted and bent, looking more like a beetle's than a human's. He also relished in his ability, which engulfed his entire body in a ball of fire, then spread out almost for a block in all directions, spreading the super-heated flames everywhere.
Each hollow that Wrath Jaw devoured every enemy he defeated, he began to grow stronger and he began to feel something inside of him shifting. He felt as if the collective natures of every hollow he had devoured where getting stronger and were pulling him in. He fought it and began to slaughter more hollows, but soon it became too much. His body broke down again and soon he felt his mind being dragged into something new. He howled in rage, but it was futile, his body shifted and grew large and black soon he was as tall as a skyscraper. His mask changed into a plain one with a long nose. He stood still for a moment, then moved on as a mindless beast, he was now a Menos Grande. He began fighting for control of the body as soon as he became a Menos. He would not allow for himself to be controlled and ripped tore through the other hollows, making their strength his own again. A century passed and soon he was in complete control and emerged as an adjuchas. He grumbled as he awoke in his new body, it was much more humanoid, he had legs now and arms, but his hands and feet were still more like paws and it was easier to get around on all fours. He frowned at this and found his mask about the same as it was when he was a normal hollow. He wondered the desert again for almost six hundred years, before he finally came face to face with an arrancar.
Wrath Jaw paced himself through another painful walk through this god forsaken desert. He sighed, when he saw it, a large castle construct. He paced toward it clearly, wondering what it was and when he was about a mile away; he saw what appeared to be a humanoid in a white outfit entering the castle. He rushed forward to attack, but the humanoid’s spiritual pressure surged and he knew it was no normal human. He stopped and looked at the man oddly. He was tall about 6’2 with a white strip of cloth around his eyes. His hair was black and hung down to his shoulder, with a thin line for a mouth and hook nose. He turned toward Wrath Jaw, with a sharp turn of the heel and began to draw his sword from its sheathe, Wrath Jaw, then saw the hole in his chest, he was shocked and looked up at the man in awe.
“What…”
Wrath Jaw wasn’t allowed to finish, before the man spoke, his voice gruff and threatening, full of power and life.
“Hollow, why have you come to Las Noches, you do not belong here, return to the desert or you will face my blade.”
“Wait, Wait, I’ll go but what are you!?”
“I am an arranchar hollow, you should know this by now, we are hollows who have removed our masks to gain shimigami powers. We watch over this place called Las Noches and we protect the royal family, not that they need it.”
“So…you got more powerful by taking off your mask.”
“Correct, but not all are guaranteed to look like humans, some turn into bigger monsters, but still strength grows quite a bit.”
“Thanks…”
Wrath Jaw left thinking upon his words and for the first time in a thousand years, he began to think of his past life. Soon after Wrath Jaw found himself in the Forest of Hollows, fighting with the most powerful adjuchas, but he soon bit off more than he could chew and angered a Vasto Lorde. He had been fighting like any other day and one of the imps had flown into a cave nearby where they were fighting. A roar echoed out of the cave, then a massive spiritual pressure pushed him down. All he remembered from the event was running away as fast as he could and it chasing him and shooting ceros at him leveling sections of the forest. He panted as the barrage finally stopped and sat down thinking about the arrancar’s words again. He looked down at his hands and pictured himself as he was. He wanted that back and he wanted it now. He reached up and grabbed his mask.
Las Noches
A new arrancar was born and soon the others rushed to the entrance of Las Noches to watch him enter. There mixed reactions of joy and anger as he approached. He felt thousands of eyes discern him as he moved through the entrance and into the main foyer of the massive establishment. He looked around, then looked in a mirror, his old face had returned to him and he smiled. All that was once his was his again and he was overcome with joy as he saw this. His only thoughts now turned to the feature and making himself as strong as possible and annihilating anyone in his way. He was lead to a spare chamber and looked into another chamber remembering how he died and everything from before, he drew his zanpakuto and stabbed it through the mirror.
“I am Sojukin Asamoto, once again and I trample anyone who stands in my way. My power shall be absolute and I will trump all!”
Sojukin spent the next two centuries honing his new powers as an arrancar, bidding his time as he built up his strength to become an espada.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
Before resurrecction, Sojukin, still has access to a variety of his old powers as well as a few new tricks that he picked up when he became an arrancar as most other hollows due. Finding a different use in each other these powers he often conjoins with to cause more devastating effects.
Fuego de Diablillo: Sojukin creates a green ball of fire which floats near or around him. Each ball takes only about two seconds to materialize and can be filled with more of his spirit energy to become larger, but top at about two feet wide and two feet high. He can create each at will and they seem to follow the intended target unless Sojukin throws it at which point it will fly much much faster around five times faster than a cero, but only in a straight line. Otherwise they can easily be outrun or fooled into bumping into something else as they only travel by themselves at the speed of a normal cero. During this their turning ability is moderate and if charging at someone will have to make a large u-turn to resume the chase. The technique is the same as it was before he became an arrancar, each ball explodes on impact turning anything without a concentration of spirit energy into ash instantly. Each explosion will only hit with the force of half a bala and the flames that ensue are where the real damage occurs, each burning at almost 2000 degrees. On a person of equal power, each ball would cause a first degree burn, causing a welt and some darkening. In terms of cost each blast costs slightly more than a bala. He can create at least six at once and can create another as soon as one explodes.
Additional Info:
Sojukin can create a small sonar with the click of his tongue that allows them to ascertain the whereabouts of other people around him, when blinded as he lacks the ability to tell where spirit energy is coming from.
Sojukin also has studied modern warfare and knows how to disassemble any fire arm in under a minute, if it has been illustrated in any book. He is also ambidextrous and can use either hand for sword play or writing.
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Sojukin’s zanpakuto appears to be about the size of an average katana with a hexagon shaped hand guard. This however, is where its appearance with normal katanas ends. His katana when pulled from it’s sheathe is red in color with a black line running jaggedly through the entire blade up to the point. At the start of the blade on the hand guard, is a traditional oni face with its mouth shaped so the blade appears to be its tongue. The oni face is ornate with two red gems for eyes and horns made of ebony. Underneath the hand guard is the hilt of the blade, underneath the cap at the bottom, the hilt is held together with a thick white string which two gold balls on each side fastening it into place, while the cap is also made of gold and keeps the string from untangling itself.
Resurrecctión
Armor/ Appearance:
Brujo: Sojukin’s appearance changes into something truly befitting a warlock, after uttering the command Arise After black smog consumes him and then bursts into a massive green fire, Sojukin emerges, clad in a new robe of black and red. The under robe is of a pure black color, filling the on looker with dread as he gaze at it, etched into the robe are rune shaped patterns, each symbolizing a different demon in every mythology. At the very bottom of the robe, red cloth, which looks like jagged bloody blades hangs out underneath almost touching his boots which have replaced his other shoes. The shoes themselves have been designed to stomp in skulls, modeled after what seems to be modern combat boots with metal toes. Each boot is made of an unknown type of leather, but is oddly cold to the touch, holding the material together is an unearthly sort of metal which freezes the skin when touched. The metal has a frozen luster to it and is very smooth allowing a reflection to be seen if one looks into them.
The second piece of Sojukin’s new attire is the mantle, which placed firmly over the robe completing the set and granting him a frightful appearance, sure to intimidate any opponent. The mantle itself runs like a series of belts through out this body, criss-crossing near his solar plexus, below his groin and just below his neck. The belts are jagged and also criss-cross around his sides and back, securing his robe so that it will not move as he does creating an easy moving environment. One larger belt runs around his waist, but opens when it comes to his front, held in place by the other belts which come back to his shoulders and create what appear to be spikes on them are being buckled down with metal that appears the same as that on his boots. The shoulder pads that are formed extend back almost half a foot behind him where a series of spindle like legs, curl themselves inside of them, waiting for to come down, each with a tip glinting like the blade of a dagger in the moonlight.
The two final pieces of his set are his arm guards and the crest on his chest. The arm guards fit snuggly where the robe’s sleeves should be, ending in black glove that comes out of a spikey frilled opening. The entire arm guard is red and appears to made of overlapping plates of leather which at the forearm have a ball made of two more belt loops locked in place by a small skull. At the wrist of the arm guard, is a small skull holding the wrist to the arm guard, the skull has an arrow where its jaw should be jointing downward towards his hand. Over his chest, is a multitude of skulls which form a large triangle of skulls ending in a point below his solar plexus as if pointing to his hollow hole which has been covered.
Apart from the clothing his blade also changes drastically and its sheathe now placed moving from his right hip and moving down toward his left foot has as well. The blade itself as changed color from red to purple and the hilt and hand guard are now comprised exclusively of metallic skulls which then lace their way through the blade as well, creating a series of runes. The blade now has four notches in it which create a jagged effect near the tip and the base, looking as if some gripped the blade and squeezed till it disfigured. The sheathe, itself has changed colors to red and gold and appears to be woven out of a special fabric rather than usual means. This creates a coiling effect which goes all the way down the sheathe and moving your finger down it makes it feel as if moving it over a set of hills.
Abilities:
Grande Fuego del Diablillo: The same basic principle as Fuego del Infierno, however this time it has grown to the size of 15 feet across and 15 feet high. It travels about 20% slower than its previous form when thrown and lacks the ability to track an opponent, but this trade off comes with an increased explosive power, now hitting for the same amount of damage as his cero and causing severe second degree burns upon impact. Each ball takes about four seconds to create and cost double the amount of spiritual energy to fire a cero (6% of his power) Leaving only one question to be asked, how do you want your shimigami served? Crispy or Extra Crispy.
Respirar esmog: Taking a page from the succubus in his earlier hollow years, Sojukin breathes in deeply and exhales, creating a thick black smog that spreads out over a two hundred feet area from its focal point in every direction, except up and down which only goes about twenty yards. Once inside the smog, vision is completely lost and when inhaled creates a neural reaction which delays movements and actions slightly. The longer any person stays inside the smog the longer it lingers afterwords. Sojukin himself is immune from the neural effects of the smog, though still can not see in the heavy smoke. The smoke causes no damage to anyone and the effects only linger if inside of the smog for three posts or more. Creating the mist is instant and costs about the same as firing a cero.
Table of Lingering Neural Effects for number of posts inside of the smog, right is posts, left is post effected.
1:0 2:0 3:0
4:1 5:1 6:2
7:3 8:3 9:5
10:5 11:6 12:6
13:7 14: 8 15:9
20+:10
Zealot Slayer: Sojukin's greatest technique, this involves focusing of the reitsu around him into a superheated mass around his forearms and blade. The reitsu will burst into flames making his blade glow red from heat and his forearms ignite into flame. The flame can be controlled and sent out to a distance of two meters before it must return to Sojukin's body. These flames burn at 4000 degrees easily allowing him to slice through just about any substance with ease. (A few naturally occuring elements can stand higher temperatures.) Ice or water based attacks in most cases should his overall reitsu be higher the ice will melt and the water will evaporate. This ability lasts for three posts with a once per battle usage and requires a half a post of prep time along with 15% of his reitsu.
Maldición Cero: Sojukin’s special cero with five times the power of a normal cero. Sojukin’s cero builds up looking as if it is taking in souls along with spirit energy, making it seem to shine purple. After build up of 10 seconds it can be fired, but is at full power after 15 (One Post) It fires in a wider arc, encompassing more space within its field. If hit with this attack, small boils will appear on the area that was struck. As the boils linger, they begin to grow creating intense burning, after two posts the boils will be half the size of baseballs and inside each one a tiny organism can be seen. They are each the little imps that Sojukin used to summon when he was a hollow. After four posts, the boils will pop and the imps will fall out already dead, but will have drained about two ceros worth of energy out of the person is his arm was hit. If his chest about 3, if a leg about 2 and if his head about 1. The relation to the amount of energy drained is a compression to the amount of surface area on the struck location. This ability requires seventeen percent of his power to use.
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
Cero:: High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers (2% of his power)
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
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.
Sonido:: Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step
Additional
Other Characters:
Ein Sojiru
Roleplay Sample:
"WHY WON'T YOU DIE!!!!?"
The young shimigami screamed at Sojukin as he struck him for the thousandth time on the chest with his blade, again it seemed to have no effect further angering the young man as the arrancar before looked at him with pity, then spoke for the first time. It was unexpected and the young shimigami stopped his attack in sudden surprise, his zanpakuto still hanging in the air as he went to strike at him again.
"What is it you seek by fighting me shimigami? Are you so ignorant to see you are blind to the shear difference in power between us? You are second-rate and will soon become nothing more than a meal for me and join the multitude of souls already interwined in my long history of domaniance. I am being fair this one time, because you caught me in a moment of calm as a reflected on my previous life. Run while you still have this option, or your guts I will render from your body and burn the rest into a fine ash which will travel this world without end till the end of time."
"That will just give me an eternity to think of how to kill you when I am reborn."
Sojukin was taken aback by the young mans retort, did he think in any of his pathetic lives he would ever be a match for him? Was he just stupid or suicidal? He frowned as his brow furrowed a little, this kid had no respect for strength and must die. He was nothing more than a blemish on the face of the all powerful society that constructed the hierarcy of the spirit world. His energy lacked even enough force to puncture his hierro, so what hope did he have. Yet...there was a fire in his eyes, something that Sojukin remembered, a look that he once held. It was determination, a desire to prove those around him wrong and show the world that he could do what it said was impossible. He knew the look well, he had murdered plenty that had held that same fire in their eyes and he would murder many more, but he remembered it most as it was the same fire in his eyes, on the day he died.
"Your foolish and your feeling are completely useless and your determination will only end up getting you killed. However, I respect that to a degree, but it will not change things...you will still die here today for refusing to flee this area. I will honor your death, however by drawing my blade against you and not mauling you with my bare hands."
Sojukin slowly reached for his blade, reaching for the ornate hilt as he looked at the young shimigami again. He was a simple lout, dressed in the common shimigami robes, if his was a bit dusty and tattered from having done battle with him for almost half an hour now. He had a squad eleven insignia around his arm, which made sense, because only those people were dumb enough to try this. He sighed and kept examining, he was moderately handsome, or would be if not for the x shaped scar running from his left temple to his right cheek, then his right temple down to his lip. He was bald, but it was clear his head was shaved due to the small amounts of hair that were coming up out of the back of his neck. Sojukin looked more closely expecting it for a moment as his sword eased out of its sheathe, the blood red blade signalling the shimigami's death. The man's hair was black and his eyes were red it appeared. He shrugged, a bizarre trait red eyes, but it didn't matter, those eyes would soon dull and there would be nothing left of him to admire, expect maybe his courage.
"This facade of a battle is over, die with grace or flee with your life."
Sojukin said his voice booming over the hills as his blade exited his sheathe and he used sonido to close the gap between them. He was instantly upon the shimigami, leaving him with no time to react as he plunged his zanpakuto through his gullet. The blood that seeped out of his body perfectly matching the color of his sword, making it seem as it his blood was flowing down in a large arch that it should be. Sojukin had closed his eyes as he shoved his blade in a little further, then looked down. The young man was bleeding from his mouth, but he had not given in yet, he was clinging to life by the thinest of lines and would most likely die very soon if he didn't receive healing immediately. He began to speak and gripped at Sojukin's hand. How could one person possess so much will, that on the brink of death he would push himself further into his grave by trying to force himself up by means of gripping his assaliant?
"I...wi...will, not...d...d...die" His words were cut off, by an upheaval of blood, which landing splattering against Sojukin's robe. "th...this way....Yo...You...hav...haven't...bested me.....I...will...win....."
There was silence for a moment as he stared down at the young shimigami. He was clinging for dear life, yet he was still claiming he could win. How foolish, he was beaten and he had no hope of ever achieveing victory. Destiny had already decreed he would die today and that he would never be anything more than a peeble in his path, a insigificant part of his life that would only serve to remember his foolish nature from the past. The light began to fade from the shimigami's eyes and Sojukin pulled his blade out of him, holding him up in the air just long enough to wipe the blood off of his blade on his robes before dropping him to the ground.
"I don't care if your alive or dead...If your alive you will soon be dead or maybe not. It matters not, you will never amount to anything and the fangs that bear toward me will never pierce the armor which I bear. If you live take it as fates way of giving you a second chance for making a foolish mistake. Now I must bid you adu."
Sojukin however, stood there looking down at the shimigami's body wondering silently, what gave him that much courage and determination and what had given it to him so long ago.
"What are you doing here in the Real world, hollow?"
Sojukin was already picking up the shimigami's spiritual pressure before he exited the senkaimon, he was pleasantly surprised to find someone with that much power coming out to meet him. He turned slowly on his heel, to meet eyes with him, there was the same fire and he noticed he was of the same squad as the man he had just slaughtered. Sojukin brushed the blood on his jacket slowly away, showing that to be the only stain on it as they glared at each other. There was a long pause before he spoke while messing with one the black tips in his hair. His voice coming out as thoughtful and wondering, but with a cynical twist and sarcastic undertones.
"I was just enjoying the day, Hueco Mundo gets very dull. Its nothing but eternal night in a desert with no weather. Not even a cloud to watch go by. It is simply a shame for us hollows, to have nothing to do, but fight eternally under the moon of Hueco Mundo."
Unless this man was completely stupid there was noway he was going to buy that dumb little story. Sojukin blinked once, then stopped playing with his hair ready to give the real reason he had come to this area. His body tensed a little knowing that combat would soon come about and he had no idea what abilities this man possessed. He was sure he was at the captain's level though and that would mean this fight wasn't going to be easy, but it would be enjoyable. Like everyone else that had ever stood in his way, this one would fall as well. He was confident in that, for he had only failed once in his life and that was the day he died and his rebirth began.
"This is the spot I died 1462 years ago, I come here every so often to reflect on my death and reconstruct it so I may see how I might have survived the conflict. In the past century I have yet to find a solution. I will keep visiting this spot until I do and noone is going to stop me. Not you, not that miserble little punk who couldn't even cut me, not even the Horrors will keep me from coming here!"
Sojukin grabbed his blade, lowering his right shoulder down and spreading his legs into a samurai quick draw stance, waiting for Saru to come to him. When he did he would draw rapidly and make an upward slice with both hands, before using sonido to make another gap between them.
. Regardless the personality was flaming awesome in itself and the history and appearance were fine.