Post by kensei on Dec 6, 2009 20:52:11 GMT -4
Vizard
Name: Ozuru Makato (ozy by some)
Gender:Male
Age: 274 looks to be about 18
Ranking: Council member 3
Physical Description:
(imagine the sports broadcaster from seabiscuit telling you this.. Please its far more entertaining that way)
Coming in at 164 pounds, and six feet tall is OZURU!!! His white hair hangs down just past his eyes covering the tops of his ears and ending halfway down his neck. His golden eyes are crisp and vigilant and look almost like those of a hawk. On his left cheek one can see his famous dragon tattoo! It is slender, and is drawn in a Chinese style rather then a Japanese, its almost bushy tail starts on his left shoulder and looks like it zig-zags across his neck before it’s belly curves around his eye and it’s mouth ends right before his nose begins.
He may be slender folks, and he may look like a push over but his thin legs and small arms are quick! If you make him have to use em I suggest your run away HAHAHA! His almost pointed jaw, his slightly broad shoulders and his toned body, man oh man its no wonder the girls love him!
He still wears clothing similar to that of a shingami, he has his sky blue kosode and hakama on, and rapped around his neck are is a string of pearls. On his right wrist is a golden chain and his straw sandals look hand made! And that’s not a complement folks! HA! He has a red sash around his waist where he keeps his Zanpakuto. Diing Doong Deng Oh that sound means where outa time folks! This is Tick Tock MicClock signing off.
Personality
(normal I guess O,o)
Ozuru is a calm and peaceful person, he would much rather sip a cup of tea then fight, or even spar. He is a very relaxed person, and sometimes quite timid. He isn’t a loud person, but he is a talker. Just about the only time he raises his voice is when he truly has something to say or to get someone’s attention. He is definitely a voice of reason on the council, though admittedly he isn’t a very good politician. As he sometimes has a hard time seeing really far ahead. Despite this he tries constantly to keep The Masked Syndicate as open and friendly to all races as he can. He believes with all his heart that no one is inherently good nor evil, and that no matter what race you are that you can be good. Because of this he never engages anyone without prior motive, like being attacked or they are attacking his comrades, ect...
He loves nature and finds a peace unlike any other in it. He is often caught meditating in trees or “meditating” while lying down in grass instead of at a meeting or something similar. He finds that meditating is the best way to get rid of anger or anyone bad emotions and thus tries to teach everyone to meditate and focus on helping instead of destroying. While he doesn’t like it he knows that the world requires that people with power fight against other people with power who would do harm to others. Because of this he spends a great deal of time helping people train hard to hone in on there abilities. All who are willing to learn and listen to his lectures before training he will train.
He tries to keep to a very strict rule of never killing. He has trained himself to disable enemies without killing them. He finds the act of taking another’s life is the most horrific thing that can be done. Any who relish in it, find that he is there enemy. And while he makes it his job to stop the killing of others he WILL take a life there is absolutely no other option.
He is a fun loving guy, often times going out with his comrades to games, and even participating in them. He is also responsible for the generator, fifty inch TV and the Xbox 360 and Playstation 3 in the main part of the church. Its just about the only thing that he will kick people off of.
During a real fight, he changes in some ways. He is no longer care free and easy going, he fights with all he has to disable his opponent. Though before the fight starts and all throughout it he gives his opponent a chance to back off and accept defeat. IF they don’t they will find broken bones and quite possibly a concussion waiting for them. As before mentioned, he will stop at nothing to ensure no deaths occur so long as such behavior dose not bring about other deaths.
History:
Born to a young low level samurai father and a the daughter of a farmer, Ozuru never had much of anything growing up. His life was simple, and the only real gift he ever got was his katana and wabazaki at age ten and the boken his father made him.
When he was thirteen, life was really bad. The small village he lived had a long winter, and the harvest before was extremely poor. His mother died, and his father was away fighting in a war. Starving to death, and without a family he left home that winter and joined up with a group of thieves.
It wasn’t an honest living, but it was the only kind he could live. They stole the food they needed to survive and things that they could sell from people who could afford to lose them. After a year of this though, his luck turned even worse. They had just stolen a small golden statue from a rich noble, but his guards where fallowing them. They ran hard and fast, but to no avail. They ran directly into a dead-end alleyway. The samurai drew there blades and advanced them. Ozuru tried to reason with them, tried to give them back the statue and some money for payment but they figured they would have more if they killed them. And there they where slaughtered like animals, Ozuru remembered watching the man smile as he plugged his sword deep inside his abdomen. That sickened him just as much as watching his friends die, he looked at him as if he was going to pose a question before he fell lifeless.
Awoken by the screams of his comrades he slowly got up. Was last night all a dream? He thought to himself before looking down and seeing his dead body, and a chain in his chest. Panic took over as he backed into a wall. Am I dead? He thought, right before a shingami sent his friends away. That’s when he noticed his presence as he started to recite something. He was about to protest before he fell into a world far different then his own.
Rukonagi, District 80. The first thing he tasted was the fresh blood on the grass, and the first site, a score dead bodies. He screamed in horror and began to run for his life. He ran, for two days straight he ran taking as few breaks as he could. Because no matter where he turned all he ever saw was death. He eventually made it to district 67, and although it was bad, it wasn’t as bad as district 80.
He found that he was different then most within a few months. Because he needed to eat when others did not, and because of this he resorted to his old life style of stealing what he needed to get by.
Twenty years of stealing and eating, but never aging was soon to come to an end. He had stolen a loaf of bread from another person with riatsu, and instead of the usual lose em and eat, he couldn’t lose this person. After a while he fell off of a roof and was about to be killed for the second time over stealing. He screamed as his chaser jumped down with a knife, his riatsu swirled around him and pushed the man into the air in a violent torrent of uncontrolled power. Meanwhile a passing shingami had seen what he did and as the other person formed an attack of riatsu energy he stopped both of them. He told them about the academy and said they should both join it. After much consideration (ten seconds after saying they had free food) they both decided to join.
Two months after meeting the shingami Ozuru and Kevach made it to the academy. They had to wait three months for the next class session to start, and during that time they trained there abilities with each other to gain more control over there riatsu. Finally the time to join came and there excitement couldn’t be contained.
They where practically jumping for joy during orientation. And there joy to be there never died down. Though, they soon realized that they where nothing compared to even second year students. Ozuru took a knack for Kido, and Kevach excelled in melee combat. The duo where inseparable all throughout there years at the academy, that was until graduation day came. Kevach joined the eleventh division and Ozuru the seventh division.
Life in the seventh division was truly a bit of a let down for Ozuru. He had expected a life of glory and magnificence. He had his eyes to far up in the sky, but hey he still loved it. He always gave 110% of himself. He was a true overachiever, and wanted to make the division proud of him.
His social life was nonexistent as the only free time he got was for sleep and lunch. But he had no real desire for it anyway. And for 20 years he was content. That was up until the day after he obtained seat 23. He was sent to South Africa to watch for hollows.
He found the lifestyle rather, hard. He had to sit by and watch as the living world took its course and only interfering with the spirit world. It was one of the toughest thing he ever had to do, watch as people where becoming slaves and killed. And it was on such a day that he found his other half.
He felt the presence of a powerful hollow. He lowered his spirit pressure and slowly approached. The hollow was large, but it wasn’t quite menos yet. He closed his eyes, trying to convince himself to attack it. But the Hollow had detected him and it shot a cero at him. He jumped into the air barely dodging it before saying a incarnation and send a red ball at the hollow, blinding it as he started another incarnation. He used his strongest Kido [33]Blue Fire, Crash down. It destroyed one of the hollow’s legs but did not stop the beast as it shot another cero at him sending him to the ground. His consciousness faded as he heard a voice call out to him. It was obviously female, and he couldn’t help but fallow the voice.
He was suddenly standing in a forest the was half destroyed and partly burnt, it was raining, and the only other sound could be the soft crying of someone near by. He walked over to see a young girl with snow white hair. She spoke softly and said, “As you get hurt you destroy my home.” Ozuru was confused for a while until the girl explained all to him. He nodded his head and smiled. “I will not let your world get destroyed any more. He awoke with a new sword in his hand and he smiled as he called out the name of his spirit. He engaged the hollow again and this time won.
After he obtained his Shikai life was easy... Ok, so it was still tough. He was known for being dependable, and because of it he was constantly tasked with more. But he didn’t bicker about it, just took his job and did it. He only had patrol duty for five more years before coming back to Soul Society. When he got back he made it his top priority to be one with his Zanpakuto and to become a higher ranked officer.
He spent most his days training working hard to become a better swordsman, an area he always lacked. Unfortunately, it meant he spent less time training kido which resulted in him becoming less advanced with kido as he progressed through the ranks. It took him twenty years to actually balance the two training and keep them both at admirable levels. He always found Kido an easier area to learn in though, even to this day.
Sixty years after coming back to Soul Society he was once again sent out on patrol. He had just achieved seventh seat and had his head in the clouds. But it was knocked back down soon enough. It was three years after being in patrol and he was scheduled to go back to soul society in a month.
On his radar he picked up a strong riatsu, and he could feel it inside him. He unsheathed his Zanpakuto as he left to check it out, bad move. He found before him, a hollow of monstrous proportions. Over twenty feet wide and forty feet tall, he was shaped like a giant raptor. Feeling its massive riatsu he went into Shikai, only to have the Hollow engage him. The Adjuchas class Menos quickly over powered young Ozuru. Talk about drastic times, once again he found himself on the verge of death. After what seemed like hours, yet in reality was merely minutes he had reinforcements. But they where to late, he had seven broken bones, his blood was pouring out of his body, and as the 4th Division arrived on scene he blacked out.
His head spun as he awoke in the 4th Division headquarters. His life had been spared, but his pride was not. It was a eye opener for him, and it hit him hard. He realized that there where still beings far stronger then he, and they would kill him.
Seventy years later he received what would become his final promotion in the Shingami force. Third seat, and sent out on special assignment to Pakistan. The city of Islamabad had a Vastro Lorde, and it was very busy. It had killed the local Shingami patrol there and he was sent in to eradicate it. A task easier said then done, especially for a third seat. But he accepted the task like a fool and left Soul Society for the last time.
As soon as he stepped into the human world he activated his Shikai, hoping it would draw the hollow to him, and it did. For literally twenty minutes he dueled with the Vastro Lorde before they both made there move. As it shot a white substance a gash on his chest he finished a incarnation. [63] Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash down. He blew the beasts head off only to notice that the white substance made its home inside him. The pain was excruciating, and the result was a passed out Shingami. 4th Division arrived on seen, and healed him right there as he was deemed unfit for travel.
When they attempted to move him, he awoke. But it was a monster, and not Ozuru. The hollowfication had taken place, and it was out for blood. Punching and blowing holes through the 4th Division Shingami the hollow went on a rampage. Meanwhile Ozuru fought a war inside himself.
He found his new opponent stronger and faster then the one he had previous fought. But this hollow was dumb, and his movements where sloppy. And after an hour of battling, it ended in a draw. He obtained control of his body, only to see the mayhem and destruction he had caused. Scared and alone, he ran for his life.
It was a strange new twist to the plot of his life. He was wanted in Soul Society, he was invisible in the realm of the living, and he was dead in Hueco Mundo. It seemed like he had no where to go, and he had no Giga. He fought with his hollow often, mastering it while still trying to better his relationship with his Zanpakuto Spirit. For the first twenty years it was a hard thing, anytime he tried to talk with his spirit or train against it his hollow would interrupt. It became one ass kick on top of another before the hollow finally submitted to his rule and he could further his relationship with his zanpakuto.
Thirty years in the human world, he found himself in the duel of a life time. His Zanpaku-to stood in front of him, sword drawn. He drew his own, a twisted and mauled version of his current sword. They engaged for the first time in his world.
Knowing fare well that his spirit may just kill him he gave it his all. For three days straight they battled, destroying a huge part of the rainforest he lived in, but a few quick strokes ended the battle.
He jumped into the air as Ozuru spoke the incarnation. Huge pillars fell all around the spirit, but it dodged and sunk its blade deep inside him as he coughed blood onto it. His grip loosened on his blade before he brought it up and stabbed inside the spirit. They fell to the ground as the spirit retracted into its world and his consciousness faded.
He awoke surrounded by several men with swords, his wound had been healed and his Zanpakuto lay to his side. Defensively he grabbed his sword and put on his mask ready to fight. And to his surprise they did the same. All this time he thought he was the only one, and now he was in the presence of others. He smiled as he took off his mask, a tear appeared in his eyes. “Others.” He whispered as he got up and introductions where made.
Two months later they went back to Tokyo, and introduced him to the rest of the Vizards there. They supplied him with a Giga and he took a job. He had a rematch with his zanpakuto a few months later and won, achieving Bankai.
His next task, complete obedience out of his hollow, and that is still an on going battle. He still has yet to master his hollow completely, but it is obedient now and listens to his call.
It hasn’t been a completely uneventful life but none of them even make a footstone in his life. The only truly thing of note was his recent promotion to council member seat 3.
Additional Info: He owns a small shushi/bar place about two miles away from the church.
General
Name:Ranpu
Spirit Description: A hominoid first and foremost, and a girl second off. She has long, silky, silver hair that reaches down past her lower back. She wears a white dress that touches the ground, and on her neck are a string of pearls. From her back emerge two giant wings, with feathers white as snow. And in her right hand one generally finds a sword made of pure white light. Her entire body seems to glow with a white light, making her hard to look at on occasion.
Personality: She is kind and loving, and in many ways mimics Ozuru. She hates cruelty and abuse, but unlike Ozuru she is not as merciful to evil doers. She no longer pushes this issue but she will make a comment like. “Should have killed him.” She is also a sexual tease, and often will mess with Ozuru.
Sealed: Ranpu looks like just about every other sealed sword out there. The zanpakuto has a four feet long blade and a six inch handle. The blade is clean, and almost looks white. The scabbard is pure white with a golden flower on the left side. The handle is wrapped in white cloth, and at the end of the sword it is kept together by a mother of pearl like cap.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: Hikarimasu, Ranpu
Appearance: As soon as he activates his zanpakuto his clothing starts to form white cracks in it. The cracks will grow bigger and within seconds he will be surrounded in a white light, when it dissipates a few seconds later he clothing similar to shingami, only glowing white. His dragon tattoo also turns into a glowing white tattoo.
The sword also cracks and is surrounded in white light. When the light dissipates there is a thing white light at where the blade was, and the entire blade is like a pearl. The hand guard is solid gold and the handle is the same as it was when it was sealed.
Abilities:
Bankai
Activation Phrase:
Appearance:
Abilities:
Appearance:
Level Of Control:
Hollow Abilites:
Dios de la muerte Cero (God of death Zero)
Other Characters:
Roleplay Sample:
General Info
Name: Ozuru Makato (ozy by some)
Gender:Male
Age: 274 looks to be about 18
Ranking: Council member 3
Physical Description:
(imagine the sports broadcaster from seabiscuit telling you this.. Please its far more entertaining that way)
Coming in at 164 pounds, and six feet tall is OZURU!!! His white hair hangs down just past his eyes covering the tops of his ears and ending halfway down his neck. His golden eyes are crisp and vigilant and look almost like those of a hawk. On his left cheek one can see his famous dragon tattoo! It is slender, and is drawn in a Chinese style rather then a Japanese, its almost bushy tail starts on his left shoulder and looks like it zig-zags across his neck before it’s belly curves around his eye and it’s mouth ends right before his nose begins.
He may be slender folks, and he may look like a push over but his thin legs and small arms are quick! If you make him have to use em I suggest your run away HAHAHA! His almost pointed jaw, his slightly broad shoulders and his toned body, man oh man its no wonder the girls love him!
He still wears clothing similar to that of a shingami, he has his sky blue kosode and hakama on, and rapped around his neck are is a string of pearls. On his right wrist is a golden chain and his straw sandals look hand made! And that’s not a complement folks! HA! He has a red sash around his waist where he keeps his Zanpakuto. Diing Doong Deng Oh that sound means where outa time folks! This is Tick Tock MicClock signing off.
Personality
(normal I guess O,o)
Ozuru is a calm and peaceful person, he would much rather sip a cup of tea then fight, or even spar. He is a very relaxed person, and sometimes quite timid. He isn’t a loud person, but he is a talker. Just about the only time he raises his voice is when he truly has something to say or to get someone’s attention. He is definitely a voice of reason on the council, though admittedly he isn’t a very good politician. As he sometimes has a hard time seeing really far ahead. Despite this he tries constantly to keep The Masked Syndicate as open and friendly to all races as he can. He believes with all his heart that no one is inherently good nor evil, and that no matter what race you are that you can be good. Because of this he never engages anyone without prior motive, like being attacked or they are attacking his comrades, ect...
He loves nature and finds a peace unlike any other in it. He is often caught meditating in trees or “meditating” while lying down in grass instead of at a meeting or something similar. He finds that meditating is the best way to get rid of anger or anyone bad emotions and thus tries to teach everyone to meditate and focus on helping instead of destroying. While he doesn’t like it he knows that the world requires that people with power fight against other people with power who would do harm to others. Because of this he spends a great deal of time helping people train hard to hone in on there abilities. All who are willing to learn and listen to his lectures before training he will train.
He tries to keep to a very strict rule of never killing. He has trained himself to disable enemies without killing them. He finds the act of taking another’s life is the most horrific thing that can be done. Any who relish in it, find that he is there enemy. And while he makes it his job to stop the killing of others he WILL take a life there is absolutely no other option.
He is a fun loving guy, often times going out with his comrades to games, and even participating in them. He is also responsible for the generator, fifty inch TV and the Xbox 360 and Playstation 3 in the main part of the church. Its just about the only thing that he will kick people off of.
During a real fight, he changes in some ways. He is no longer care free and easy going, he fights with all he has to disable his opponent. Though before the fight starts and all throughout it he gives his opponent a chance to back off and accept defeat. IF they don’t they will find broken bones and quite possibly a concussion waiting for them. As before mentioned, he will stop at nothing to ensure no deaths occur so long as such behavior dose not bring about other deaths.
History:
Chaos and Heartache.
[/b][/size]Born to a young low level samurai father and a the daughter of a farmer, Ozuru never had much of anything growing up. His life was simple, and the only real gift he ever got was his katana and wabazaki at age ten and the boken his father made him.
When he was thirteen, life was really bad. The small village he lived had a long winter, and the harvest before was extremely poor. His mother died, and his father was away fighting in a war. Starving to death, and without a family he left home that winter and joined up with a group of thieves.
It wasn’t an honest living, but it was the only kind he could live. They stole the food they needed to survive and things that they could sell from people who could afford to lose them. After a year of this though, his luck turned even worse. They had just stolen a small golden statue from a rich noble, but his guards where fallowing them. They ran hard and fast, but to no avail. They ran directly into a dead-end alleyway. The samurai drew there blades and advanced them. Ozuru tried to reason with them, tried to give them back the statue and some money for payment but they figured they would have more if they killed them. And there they where slaughtered like animals, Ozuru remembered watching the man smile as he plugged his sword deep inside his abdomen. That sickened him just as much as watching his friends die, he looked at him as if he was going to pose a question before he fell lifeless.
Heaven or Hell?
[/size]Awoken by the screams of his comrades he slowly got up. Was last night all a dream? He thought to himself before looking down and seeing his dead body, and a chain in his chest. Panic took over as he backed into a wall. Am I dead? He thought, right before a shingami sent his friends away. That’s when he noticed his presence as he started to recite something. He was about to protest before he fell into a world far different then his own.
Rukonagi, District 80. The first thing he tasted was the fresh blood on the grass, and the first site, a score dead bodies. He screamed in horror and began to run for his life. He ran, for two days straight he ran taking as few breaks as he could. Because no matter where he turned all he ever saw was death. He eventually made it to district 67, and although it was bad, it wasn’t as bad as district 80.
He found that he was different then most within a few months. Because he needed to eat when others did not, and because of this he resorted to his old life style of stealing what he needed to get by.
Twenty years of stealing and eating, but never aging was soon to come to an end. He had stolen a loaf of bread from another person with riatsu, and instead of the usual lose em and eat, he couldn’t lose this person. After a while he fell off of a roof and was about to be killed for the second time over stealing. He screamed as his chaser jumped down with a knife, his riatsu swirled around him and pushed the man into the air in a violent torrent of uncontrolled power. Meanwhile a passing shingami had seen what he did and as the other person formed an attack of riatsu energy he stopped both of them. He told them about the academy and said they should both join it. After much consideration (ten seconds after saying they had free food) they both decided to join.
What is this boot camp?
Two months after meeting the shingami Ozuru and Kevach made it to the academy. They had to wait three months for the next class session to start, and during that time they trained there abilities with each other to gain more control over there riatsu. Finally the time to join came and there excitement couldn’t be contained.
They where practically jumping for joy during orientation. And there joy to be there never died down. Though, they soon realized that they where nothing compared to even second year students. Ozuru took a knack for Kido, and Kevach excelled in melee combat. The duo where inseparable all throughout there years at the academy, that was until graduation day came. Kevach joined the eleventh division and Ozuru the seventh division.
Beams, Blades, and a Babe?
Life in the seventh division was truly a bit of a let down for Ozuru. He had expected a life of glory and magnificence. He had his eyes to far up in the sky, but hey he still loved it. He always gave 110% of himself. He was a true overachiever, and wanted to make the division proud of him.
His social life was nonexistent as the only free time he got was for sleep and lunch. But he had no real desire for it anyway. And for 20 years he was content. That was up until the day after he obtained seat 23. He was sent to South Africa to watch for hollows.
He found the lifestyle rather, hard. He had to sit by and watch as the living world took its course and only interfering with the spirit world. It was one of the toughest thing he ever had to do, watch as people where becoming slaves and killed. And it was on such a day that he found his other half.
He felt the presence of a powerful hollow. He lowered his spirit pressure and slowly approached. The hollow was large, but it wasn’t quite menos yet. He closed his eyes, trying to convince himself to attack it. But the Hollow had detected him and it shot a cero at him. He jumped into the air barely dodging it before saying a incarnation and send a red ball at the hollow, blinding it as he started another incarnation. He used his strongest Kido [33]Blue Fire, Crash down. It destroyed one of the hollow’s legs but did not stop the beast as it shot another cero at him sending him to the ground. His consciousness faded as he heard a voice call out to him. It was obviously female, and he couldn’t help but fallow the voice.
He was suddenly standing in a forest the was half destroyed and partly burnt, it was raining, and the only other sound could be the soft crying of someone near by. He walked over to see a young girl with snow white hair. She spoke softly and said, “As you get hurt you destroy my home.” Ozuru was confused for a while until the girl explained all to him. He nodded his head and smiled. “I will not let your world get destroyed any more. He awoke with a new sword in his hand and he smiled as he called out the name of his spirit. He engaged the hollow again and this time won.
Come to think of it Ebay.
[/center][/b]After he obtained his Shikai life was easy... Ok, so it was still tough. He was known for being dependable, and because of it he was constantly tasked with more. But he didn’t bicker about it, just took his job and did it. He only had patrol duty for five more years before coming back to Soul Society. When he got back he made it his top priority to be one with his Zanpakuto and to become a higher ranked officer.
He spent most his days training working hard to become a better swordsman, an area he always lacked. Unfortunately, it meant he spent less time training kido which resulted in him becoming less advanced with kido as he progressed through the ranks. It took him twenty years to actually balance the two training and keep them both at admirable levels. He always found Kido an easier area to learn in though, even to this day.
Sixty years after coming back to Soul Society he was once again sent out on patrol. He had just achieved seventh seat and had his head in the clouds. But it was knocked back down soon enough. It was three years after being in patrol and he was scheduled to go back to soul society in a month.
On his radar he picked up a strong riatsu, and he could feel it inside him. He unsheathed his Zanpakuto as he left to check it out, bad move. He found before him, a hollow of monstrous proportions. Over twenty feet wide and forty feet tall, he was shaped like a giant raptor. Feeling its massive riatsu he went into Shikai, only to have the Hollow engage him. The Adjuchas class Menos quickly over powered young Ozuru. Talk about drastic times, once again he found himself on the verge of death. After what seemed like hours, yet in reality was merely minutes he had reinforcements. But they where to late, he had seven broken bones, his blood was pouring out of his body, and as the 4th Division arrived on scene he blacked out.
Get Up Private!
[/center][/size]His head spun as he awoke in the 4th Division headquarters. His life had been spared, but his pride was not. It was a eye opener for him, and it hit him hard. He realized that there where still beings far stronger then he, and they would kill him.
Seventy years later he received what would become his final promotion in the Shingami force. Third seat, and sent out on special assignment to Pakistan. The city of Islamabad had a Vastro Lorde, and it was very busy. It had killed the local Shingami patrol there and he was sent in to eradicate it. A task easier said then done, especially for a third seat. But he accepted the task like a fool and left Soul Society for the last time.
As soon as he stepped into the human world he activated his Shikai, hoping it would draw the hollow to him, and it did. For literally twenty minutes he dueled with the Vastro Lorde before they both made there move. As it shot a white substance a gash on his chest he finished a incarnation. [63] Twin Lotus Blue Fire, Crash down. He blew the beasts head off only to notice that the white substance made its home inside him. The pain was excruciating, and the result was a passed out Shingami. 4th Division arrived on seen, and healed him right there as he was deemed unfit for travel.
When they attempted to move him, he awoke. But it was a monster, and not Ozuru. The hollowfication had taken place, and it was out for blood. Punching and blowing holes through the 4th Division Shingami the hollow went on a rampage. Meanwhile Ozuru fought a war inside himself.
He found his new opponent stronger and faster then the one he had previous fought. But this hollow was dumb, and his movements where sloppy. And after an hour of battling, it ended in a draw. He obtained control of his body, only to see the mayhem and destruction he had caused. Scared and alone, he ran for his life.
A Strange New World.
[/center]It was a strange new twist to the plot of his life. He was wanted in Soul Society, he was invisible in the realm of the living, and he was dead in Hueco Mundo. It seemed like he had no where to go, and he had no Giga. He fought with his hollow often, mastering it while still trying to better his relationship with his Zanpakuto Spirit. For the first twenty years it was a hard thing, anytime he tried to talk with his spirit or train against it his hollow would interrupt. It became one ass kick on top of another before the hollow finally submitted to his rule and he could further his relationship with his zanpakuto.
Thirty years in the human world, he found himself in the duel of a life time. His Zanpaku-to stood in front of him, sword drawn. He drew his own, a twisted and mauled version of his current sword. They engaged for the first time in his world.
Knowing fare well that his spirit may just kill him he gave it his all. For three days straight they battled, destroying a huge part of the rainforest he lived in, but a few quick strokes ended the battle.
He jumped into the air as Ozuru spoke the incarnation. Huge pillars fell all around the spirit, but it dodged and sunk its blade deep inside him as he coughed blood onto it. His grip loosened on his blade before he brought it up and stabbed inside the spirit. They fell to the ground as the spirit retracted into its world and his consciousness faded.
He awoke surrounded by several men with swords, his wound had been healed and his Zanpakuto lay to his side. Defensively he grabbed his sword and put on his mask ready to fight. And to his surprise they did the same. All this time he thought he was the only one, and now he was in the presence of others. He smiled as he took off his mask, a tear appeared in his eyes. “Others.” He whispered as he got up and introductions where made.
Two months later they went back to Tokyo, and introduced him to the rest of the Vizards there. They supplied him with a Giga and he took a job. He had a rematch with his zanpakuto a few months later and won, achieving Bankai.
His next task, complete obedience out of his hollow, and that is still an on going battle. He still has yet to master his hollow completely, but it is obedient now and listens to his call.
It hasn’t been a completely uneventful life but none of them even make a footstone in his life. The only truly thing of note was his recent promotion to council member seat 3.
Additional Info: He owns a small shushi/bar place about two miles away from the church.
Zanpakuto
General
Name:Ranpu
Spirit Description: A hominoid first and foremost, and a girl second off. She has long, silky, silver hair that reaches down past her lower back. She wears a white dress that touches the ground, and on her neck are a string of pearls. From her back emerge two giant wings, with feathers white as snow. And in her right hand one generally finds a sword made of pure white light. Her entire body seems to glow with a white light, making her hard to look at on occasion.
Personality: She is kind and loving, and in many ways mimics Ozuru. She hates cruelty and abuse, but unlike Ozuru she is not as merciful to evil doers. She no longer pushes this issue but she will make a comment like. “Should have killed him.” She is also a sexual tease, and often will mess with Ozuru.
Sealed: Ranpu looks like just about every other sealed sword out there. The zanpakuto has a four feet long blade and a six inch handle. The blade is clean, and almost looks white. The scabbard is pure white with a golden flower on the left side. The handle is wrapped in white cloth, and at the end of the sword it is kept together by a mother of pearl like cap.
Shikai
Activation Phrase: Hikarimasu, Ranpu
Appearance: As soon as he activates his zanpakuto his clothing starts to form white cracks in it. The cracks will grow bigger and within seconds he will be surrounded in a white light, when it dissipates a few seconds later he clothing similar to shingami, only glowing white. His dragon tattoo also turns into a glowing white tattoo.
The sword also cracks and is surrounded in white light. When the light dissipates there is a thing white light at where the blade was, and the entire blade is like a pearl. The hand guard is solid gold and the handle is the same as it was when it was sealed.
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Bankai
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Inner Hollow
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Hollow Abilites:
Dios de la muerte Cero (God of death Zero)
Shinigami Techniques
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