Post by Fensake Daito on Oct 19, 2008 0:28:19 GMT -4
Arrancar
Name: Ceniza Alado
Gender: male
Age: 140 recorded
Ranking: Numeros
Number: 56
Base Type: Adjuchas
Physical Description:
He appears as a man of, while not elderly, advanced age, likely in late 40's. His face is one that is a mere facade, one that is hiding his real thoughts. He appears freindly and deadset more or less. His body structure is built large, and well toned, heavy muscles more so due to boredom then having real power behind them. His Numeros robes are more, eccentric then most, sporting a large cape with twin red suns amlazoned across either side, and one large one in the center of the back. This is typically worn all about him, covering him entirely leaving his arms and legs unseen as he moves about. tight just under his shoulders, just overthe shoulder blades, are several clay jugs containing various beverages, water, high-proof sake, pure alchohol, and one containing a mixture of sawdust and gunpowder. The one containing saw dust and gunpowder is a gourd rather then a clay jar, and it seemsto have an grown in loop to allow a finger to slide through it.
Underneath this is a simple garb of the typical arrancar robes.
Personality He's freindly, not much difference between him and your everyday shinigami or human. He is friendly with hollows and his own kind liking to speak with and interect with them often. In battle he is playful at first the will grow serious striking with more powerful and precise blows. He is a negotiable man so when all else fails say "Hey, give you a snickers to leave me alone." If you can make hima a better offer then what he has he'll take it in a Coruscant Nanosecond((don't actually try snickers)). He has an almost stony resolve to cause change among his kind to a way of more peaceful existence in the realm. And his eyes speak of some wisdoms gained in his years away. Though he realizes peace in the realms means that the arrancar must someday be supreme and then run things as such. He is definitely more sensible about his actions though things linger from his idealistic past to the bitter end and he still sometimes will preach in an almost philosphical manner.
He's a calculating man, waying odds, and showing that his true power is that of his mind, to understand the world and begin to plan for it's utter destruction by himself and his masters. While his low position does speak lightly of him he does indeed have a mind ripe with ideas, strategies, and skills beyond several, perhaps in some small ways better then espada as far as mental cpacity would go.
Knowledge of his own limitations and an acute sense to watch every single movement of those around him lends him a specific ear to knowing how to dismantle a person, physically and mentaly. To understand the ins and outs of any society, be they the arrancar, the strange brotherhood, or the inner workings of the shinigami. To study and understand based on the smallest of clues, a passion unlimited in joy for Ceniza.
History: Ceniza's recorded history starts in the middle of a tragic childhood. Ceniza was passed through various foster homes where he met various new schools that held even more various bullies. He grew up getting picked on and pranked and beat up by them until one day, fed-up, he slammed a fist into his attackers face. He felt exhilerated by the blood that came from the boys nose. The pain that he had caused the boy. He leapt at him striking again and again until a man walking by pulled him from the boy and literally tossed him through the air into a wall. The man proceeded to slap him around until finally stopping when the boy caught his hand on the third slap. He tried to kick the man but he was not even partially trained and the man smashed his foot down atop Saiketsu's and then struck him in the gut causing him to blackout.
When he awoke he was at his foster home, The man was speaking with the poeple that were watching him and they apparently did not like what they were hearing. The man discussed his attack on the boy and his stopping him, though he left out the parts about hitting Ceniza saying he had simply hit him once in the gut to stop his struggling. The man discussed taking the boy in to teach him discipline and the foster home full-heartedly agreed. He took the boy with him then saying he would have the papers and other things within a month.
Living with the old man he found was quite an experience what with the Dojo being so large and vacant he had plenty of space to explore and a garden to lay in the grass in. Of course cleaning it meant the old man and he would each grab a rag or hand brush and vigourously scrub the wooden floors until they were spotless. There was a strict regimen to every day for him. Wake up, practice combat with Old man, go to school, Come home, dust all the floors in the house, have dinner, train again and then finally sleep.
He learned slowly at first but then found that every day during practice he was growing better, faster, stronger. He could get closer and closer to scoring a hit on the old man, a few centimeters off, a deflection that was barely caught, he was starting to win. after 4 years of living with the old man, not every day spent in training, some on special outings like a trip to the beach or a week at the lake, he entered the Dojo and faced the old man. The old man looked into his eyes and held up his hands in defeat. "You have finally beaten me, your eyes tell me this." Ceniza opened his mouth confused then simply stayed quite. The old man looked at the serious expression on his face and smiled. "Come, you have finally defeated me. We shall celebrate with good food."
Ceniza did not know this, but leaving that dojo proved to be the last thing he would ever do. As they stepped out, a single cart bustled down the streets, out of control.. They walked paying it no mind, not noticing the swerving motions until it swerved onto the sidewalk and slammed Ceniza flat against the wall. His torso and legs cut away from each other by the carts front end, though primitive and slow, it had such a small front-end that it's low speed had been enough to smash his body into a useless wreck.. He died instantly with no pain. As a spirit he ran from Shinigami, they wielded swords and he was not about to get close to them. those who did manage to get near him he would strike at and then run away as they recovered from his hit.
It was on one such dash the he was said to have finally devolved into the base hollow he would begin his true life as. In a howling roar of pain he let out one shriek, from a beak-like mouth and a bird shaped body roughyl human sized. In this new form he felt empowered by this new form, yet as if he were missing something, and his memory seemed foggy at best. He did remember the black robed shinigami he had left holding it's gut however. He flapped his wings experimentally before a hole in the sky above him opened and pulled him within. He squawked and bit before clawing at the white masked face that held it's maw open before him. the creature roaored that same howling screech before tossing his form away. He landed in a crumple before picking himself up and taking advantage of the situation. He had four limbs he realized now, given a minute to see his body. The arms themselve had wing-like feathers on them that allowed small flight is what it seemed to be. His fingers had sharp talons and he ripped his enemy to shreds with them before feeling compelled to chomp on the remains. Trying to fill something he couldn't quite name. It was for 67 of his hollow years that he would perform this same drudgery day in and day out. And on the final day of the 67th year he would come across the mass feeding he had come to know as the gillian forming.
He flared with power and joy. To be able to find one of these was supposedly the great way to fill this strange hole within him. He roared in chomping down on the antelope masked shoulder of a hollow, his teeth ripping through flesh and dropping the hollow to be feasted upon by others before he spun to take a bite from another who stepped forward into the frenzy. His energy was supreme, his joy in the chaos profound, and his mind utterly clear as he chomped through hollow after hollow. Then he could feel something pulling, feel others enter his thougths and mind down to their very core. Not he? He thought for a moment. No, not he for he was now the many the one the all-encompassing, and yet the singular. He felt many minds clamoring for greatness, but he chomped away their fighting spirit and clawed his mental way until he felt no other minds pressing in on him. No other individuals pushing against his will. He let out a migty howling shriek and marveled at the blast of energy that flew from his maw and blasted through the stony daimond forest about him. He could hear in the distance other shrieks, all of equal volume to his own. And his hunger returned almost instantly. With another shorter howl he advanced, his years as a gillian had at last begun. And it would last for 97 years.
As a gillian he was much less guided then before. He knew to feed, to eat, to desroy, but he was a simple creature none-the-less. He would travel among the herd of the gillians that constantly wandered the Menos forest. When he began to grow hungry he would wound one of his fellows and then feast upon them, assimilating it's power within himself to allow himself to last for days on end. He avoided the relalm of man for though mindless, he was not stupid. He seemed to know it would mean his end to reveal himself there. He picked the strongest of his fellows, never letting any bearing a mask not like others longer then it took him to slowly crawl his way over to them. Blasting them with Cero before risking feasting upon their power.
It was on one of these days where he crunched joyously upon the mask remains of another unique creature. He'd met only three in his entire time as a gillian, they were a special treat fro him so he would always eat the mask last of all. He munched down the last bite, and felt a sudden pulse. His many minds, they seemed to him to suddenly be trying to break free. He concentrated before gathering a mental hammer and smashing them all down into the nothingness that they had been within him before. And with it he felt him smash down his energy. His body glowed and shrank and he gave a final cry of fear as he began what he would think ws returning to a millions minds within a single body. And yet, when he looked back at the hands he expecte to be seen as though by a million voices. He saw but wings, blessed, and deadly wings. Wings that turned anything they touched to ash, as well as long braided tassles that sliced and burned anything within their path. Ceniza, an adjuchas, Ceniza Alado would be his name.
It is at this time where his records seem to become very sketchy, not continuing on to fill the time as an adjuchas as one would think they should. For at only a few months of his transformation on record he was seen to walk to the gates of Las Noches, naked, elderly eyes watching up to see the great wall before him. The remnants of his mask a simple feather-like plate covering his right eyebrow. His power was seemingly mid-level to low, and yet he stood with such confidence at the gates to the future of Hueco muno, to his future. A future where he will lay his hand down to steer it in ways he may have never gone before.
"Las Noches, thy time to arise from the smoting ashes has come, for a fledgling must fly from it's yonder nest if ever they are to be kings."
Abilities (pre resurrecction ): His ability to control natural heat around him is in great effect in normal form, able to bring his body heat up to a level high enough to almost instantly turn water into steam. Or set flame to flammable materials such as dry pieces of wood, alchohol and gasoline, and gunpowder. Likewise he can increase the heat of the very air he breaths to a degree high enough to ignite such materials.
A smaller ability is that he is unable to be affected by heat in any form other then direct flames, meaning no matter the temperature, unless he is being hit with actual flames it will not burn him.
Additional Info:
General:
Appearance:
Resurrecctión
Armor/ Appearance: His body covers itself in the familiar material but it is a fiery orange hue. It takes the shape of a armor that is akin to that of a Phoenix. Wings on emerging from each shoulder blade made of blade like peices of the bone material. A hawk-like helmet that covers the top half of his face. And scale-tail's ending in an ornate and large fan-like feather number to nearly one hundred and emerge from between his shoulder blades and number up to 20. they are about three inches wide per scale with endless amounts from each tail. His sword is gone but he has blades running the length of his forearm. They incinerate in the same fashion as the tails.
Abilities:
Spirit Ashes: Every piece of his armor, every part of his body, is surrounded by an intense heat that will incinerate nearly anything it comes in contact with that is made of non-living solid material. In example, if he were to slash apart a stone with his tassle-like tails, it would break down into ashes. If he were to grasps something non-living in a spiritual sense it would incinerate unless he specifically does not want it to be incinerated. Things such as a zanpakutou, gigai's, and spiritual beings and humans are not incinerated.
Spirit Reclamation: Any ash created by the spirit Ash technique can be momentarily controled and reformed into the material it was previously. such being, if he were to incinerate say, a tree, or a stone it would be able to be reconstituted into the stone and wood in any new, same volumed shape.
Heat Bubble: During his released form his body heat increae to a level high enough to burn most poeple slightly, by holding this heat into a sphereoid shape around himself using manipulation of heat, he can increase this level of heat exponentially until it could burn as if it were made of searing flame. Somebody must actually enter the bubble to be burned by the technique, where as ceniza is unnaffected. the bubble is about 3 yards in diameter, and after a count of 2 posts holds a high enough degree to burn a person.
Heat Shot: After using the heat bubble to hold in heat, typically after the 2nd post of heat bubble, the user can send smaller burst bubbles as an unseeable attack at an opponent with a quick kick or swipe or punch. these bubbles can burn as if they were flame as long as they are shot after 2 posts have passed since Heat Bubble has been used.
Nest of cinnamon: After performing the heat bubble technique, Ceniza will hold need in total 5 posts of complete unmoving concentration. Meaning he will beunable to attack, to defend, or to even move beyond his breathing to gather the level of heat to a high enough degree to perform this technqiue. For this reason he must at all times be defended while trying to perform this technique or it will fail and only harm Ceniza himself as the heat collapses in on himself and becomes flame itself, burning him all over his body.
This technique is akin to the legend of phoenixes themselves, gathering a nest of cinnamon twigs and then burning away to arise from the ashes once again. However those hit by this technique are not going to be rising from whatever ashes they might become. After 5 posts of uninhibited concentration and gathering of heat into his beat bubble technique he will swirl the heat until it is a rampant tornado of heat within the bubble. he will then release the heat into the surrounding area. The heat will blast outward like an explosion burning and blasting anything with 40 yards of Ceniza. This techniques center heat is still highly concentrated and will set Ceniza aflame as the heat is released. For this reason Ceniza calls it the Cinnamon Nest as it burns Ceniza. He can typicaly put the flames out with a quick sonido, but that will leave him with the severe burns covering his body, and no longer able to fight.
Bala
Cero
Sonido
Pesquisa
Low-Level Hierro
Garganta
Other Characters: Fensake Daito
Roleplay Sample:
General Info
Name: Ceniza Alado
Gender: male
Age: 140 recorded
Ranking: Numeros
Number: 56
Base Type: Adjuchas
Physical Description:
He appears as a man of, while not elderly, advanced age, likely in late 40's. His face is one that is a mere facade, one that is hiding his real thoughts. He appears freindly and deadset more or less. His body structure is built large, and well toned, heavy muscles more so due to boredom then having real power behind them. His Numeros robes are more, eccentric then most, sporting a large cape with twin red suns amlazoned across either side, and one large one in the center of the back. This is typically worn all about him, covering him entirely leaving his arms and legs unseen as he moves about. tight just under his shoulders, just overthe shoulder blades, are several clay jugs containing various beverages, water, high-proof sake, pure alchohol, and one containing a mixture of sawdust and gunpowder. The one containing saw dust and gunpowder is a gourd rather then a clay jar, and it seemsto have an grown in loop to allow a finger to slide through it.
Underneath this is a simple garb of the typical arrancar robes.
Personality He's freindly, not much difference between him and your everyday shinigami or human. He is friendly with hollows and his own kind liking to speak with and interect with them often. In battle he is playful at first the will grow serious striking with more powerful and precise blows. He is a negotiable man so when all else fails say "Hey, give you a snickers to leave me alone." If you can make hima a better offer then what he has he'll take it in a Coruscant Nanosecond((don't actually try snickers)). He has an almost stony resolve to cause change among his kind to a way of more peaceful existence in the realm. And his eyes speak of some wisdoms gained in his years away. Though he realizes peace in the realms means that the arrancar must someday be supreme and then run things as such. He is definitely more sensible about his actions though things linger from his idealistic past to the bitter end and he still sometimes will preach in an almost philosphical manner.
He's a calculating man, waying odds, and showing that his true power is that of his mind, to understand the world and begin to plan for it's utter destruction by himself and his masters. While his low position does speak lightly of him he does indeed have a mind ripe with ideas, strategies, and skills beyond several, perhaps in some small ways better then espada as far as mental cpacity would go.
Knowledge of his own limitations and an acute sense to watch every single movement of those around him lends him a specific ear to knowing how to dismantle a person, physically and mentaly. To understand the ins and outs of any society, be they the arrancar, the strange brotherhood, or the inner workings of the shinigami. To study and understand based on the smallest of clues, a passion unlimited in joy for Ceniza.
History: Ceniza's recorded history starts in the middle of a tragic childhood. Ceniza was passed through various foster homes where he met various new schools that held even more various bullies. He grew up getting picked on and pranked and beat up by them until one day, fed-up, he slammed a fist into his attackers face. He felt exhilerated by the blood that came from the boys nose. The pain that he had caused the boy. He leapt at him striking again and again until a man walking by pulled him from the boy and literally tossed him through the air into a wall. The man proceeded to slap him around until finally stopping when the boy caught his hand on the third slap. He tried to kick the man but he was not even partially trained and the man smashed his foot down atop Saiketsu's and then struck him in the gut causing him to blackout.
When he awoke he was at his foster home, The man was speaking with the poeple that were watching him and they apparently did not like what they were hearing. The man discussed his attack on the boy and his stopping him, though he left out the parts about hitting Ceniza saying he had simply hit him once in the gut to stop his struggling. The man discussed taking the boy in to teach him discipline and the foster home full-heartedly agreed. He took the boy with him then saying he would have the papers and other things within a month.
Living with the old man he found was quite an experience what with the Dojo being so large and vacant he had plenty of space to explore and a garden to lay in the grass in. Of course cleaning it meant the old man and he would each grab a rag or hand brush and vigourously scrub the wooden floors until they were spotless. There was a strict regimen to every day for him. Wake up, practice combat with Old man, go to school, Come home, dust all the floors in the house, have dinner, train again and then finally sleep.
He learned slowly at first but then found that every day during practice he was growing better, faster, stronger. He could get closer and closer to scoring a hit on the old man, a few centimeters off, a deflection that was barely caught, he was starting to win. after 4 years of living with the old man, not every day spent in training, some on special outings like a trip to the beach or a week at the lake, he entered the Dojo and faced the old man. The old man looked into his eyes and held up his hands in defeat. "You have finally beaten me, your eyes tell me this." Ceniza opened his mouth confused then simply stayed quite. The old man looked at the serious expression on his face and smiled. "Come, you have finally defeated me. We shall celebrate with good food."
Ceniza did not know this, but leaving that dojo proved to be the last thing he would ever do. As they stepped out, a single cart bustled down the streets, out of control.. They walked paying it no mind, not noticing the swerving motions until it swerved onto the sidewalk and slammed Ceniza flat against the wall. His torso and legs cut away from each other by the carts front end, though primitive and slow, it had such a small front-end that it's low speed had been enough to smash his body into a useless wreck.. He died instantly with no pain. As a spirit he ran from Shinigami, they wielded swords and he was not about to get close to them. those who did manage to get near him he would strike at and then run away as they recovered from his hit.
It was on one such dash the he was said to have finally devolved into the base hollow he would begin his true life as. In a howling roar of pain he let out one shriek, from a beak-like mouth and a bird shaped body roughyl human sized. In this new form he felt empowered by this new form, yet as if he were missing something, and his memory seemed foggy at best. He did remember the black robed shinigami he had left holding it's gut however. He flapped his wings experimentally before a hole in the sky above him opened and pulled him within. He squawked and bit before clawing at the white masked face that held it's maw open before him. the creature roaored that same howling screech before tossing his form away. He landed in a crumple before picking himself up and taking advantage of the situation. He had four limbs he realized now, given a minute to see his body. The arms themselve had wing-like feathers on them that allowed small flight is what it seemed to be. His fingers had sharp talons and he ripped his enemy to shreds with them before feeling compelled to chomp on the remains. Trying to fill something he couldn't quite name. It was for 67 of his hollow years that he would perform this same drudgery day in and day out. And on the final day of the 67th year he would come across the mass feeding he had come to know as the gillian forming.
He flared with power and joy. To be able to find one of these was supposedly the great way to fill this strange hole within him. He roared in chomping down on the antelope masked shoulder of a hollow, his teeth ripping through flesh and dropping the hollow to be feasted upon by others before he spun to take a bite from another who stepped forward into the frenzy. His energy was supreme, his joy in the chaos profound, and his mind utterly clear as he chomped through hollow after hollow. Then he could feel something pulling, feel others enter his thougths and mind down to their very core. Not he? He thought for a moment. No, not he for he was now the many the one the all-encompassing, and yet the singular. He felt many minds clamoring for greatness, but he chomped away their fighting spirit and clawed his mental way until he felt no other minds pressing in on him. No other individuals pushing against his will. He let out a migty howling shriek and marveled at the blast of energy that flew from his maw and blasted through the stony daimond forest about him. He could hear in the distance other shrieks, all of equal volume to his own. And his hunger returned almost instantly. With another shorter howl he advanced, his years as a gillian had at last begun. And it would last for 97 years.
As a gillian he was much less guided then before. He knew to feed, to eat, to desroy, but he was a simple creature none-the-less. He would travel among the herd of the gillians that constantly wandered the Menos forest. When he began to grow hungry he would wound one of his fellows and then feast upon them, assimilating it's power within himself to allow himself to last for days on end. He avoided the relalm of man for though mindless, he was not stupid. He seemed to know it would mean his end to reveal himself there. He picked the strongest of his fellows, never letting any bearing a mask not like others longer then it took him to slowly crawl his way over to them. Blasting them with Cero before risking feasting upon their power.
It was on one of these days where he crunched joyously upon the mask remains of another unique creature. He'd met only three in his entire time as a gillian, they were a special treat fro him so he would always eat the mask last of all. He munched down the last bite, and felt a sudden pulse. His many minds, they seemed to him to suddenly be trying to break free. He concentrated before gathering a mental hammer and smashing them all down into the nothingness that they had been within him before. And with it he felt him smash down his energy. His body glowed and shrank and he gave a final cry of fear as he began what he would think ws returning to a millions minds within a single body. And yet, when he looked back at the hands he expecte to be seen as though by a million voices. He saw but wings, blessed, and deadly wings. Wings that turned anything they touched to ash, as well as long braided tassles that sliced and burned anything within their path. Ceniza, an adjuchas, Ceniza Alado would be his name.
It is at this time where his records seem to become very sketchy, not continuing on to fill the time as an adjuchas as one would think they should. For at only a few months of his transformation on record he was seen to walk to the gates of Las Noches, naked, elderly eyes watching up to see the great wall before him. The remnants of his mask a simple feather-like plate covering his right eyebrow. His power was seemingly mid-level to low, and yet he stood with such confidence at the gates to the future of Hueco muno, to his future. A future where he will lay his hand down to steer it in ways he may have never gone before.
"Las Noches, thy time to arise from the smoting ashes has come, for a fledgling must fly from it's yonder nest if ever they are to be kings."
Abilities (pre resurrecction ): His ability to control natural heat around him is in great effect in normal form, able to bring his body heat up to a level high enough to almost instantly turn water into steam. Or set flame to flammable materials such as dry pieces of wood, alchohol and gasoline, and gunpowder. Likewise he can increase the heat of the very air he breaths to a degree high enough to ignite such materials.
A smaller ability is that he is unable to be affected by heat in any form other then direct flames, meaning no matter the temperature, unless he is being hit with actual flames it will not burn him.
Additional Info:
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Resurrecctión
Armor/ Appearance: His body covers itself in the familiar material but it is a fiery orange hue. It takes the shape of a armor that is akin to that of a Phoenix. Wings on emerging from each shoulder blade made of blade like peices of the bone material. A hawk-like helmet that covers the top half of his face. And scale-tail's ending in an ornate and large fan-like feather number to nearly one hundred and emerge from between his shoulder blades and number up to 20. they are about three inches wide per scale with endless amounts from each tail. His sword is gone but he has blades running the length of his forearm. They incinerate in the same fashion as the tails.
Abilities:
Spirit Ashes: Every piece of his armor, every part of his body, is surrounded by an intense heat that will incinerate nearly anything it comes in contact with that is made of non-living solid material. In example, if he were to slash apart a stone with his tassle-like tails, it would break down into ashes. If he were to grasps something non-living in a spiritual sense it would incinerate unless he specifically does not want it to be incinerated. Things such as a zanpakutou, gigai's, and spiritual beings and humans are not incinerated.
Spirit Reclamation: Any ash created by the spirit Ash technique can be momentarily controled and reformed into the material it was previously. such being, if he were to incinerate say, a tree, or a stone it would be able to be reconstituted into the stone and wood in any new, same volumed shape.
Heat Bubble: During his released form his body heat increae to a level high enough to burn most poeple slightly, by holding this heat into a sphereoid shape around himself using manipulation of heat, he can increase this level of heat exponentially until it could burn as if it were made of searing flame. Somebody must actually enter the bubble to be burned by the technique, where as ceniza is unnaffected. the bubble is about 3 yards in diameter, and after a count of 2 posts holds a high enough degree to burn a person.
Heat Shot: After using the heat bubble to hold in heat, typically after the 2nd post of heat bubble, the user can send smaller burst bubbles as an unseeable attack at an opponent with a quick kick or swipe or punch. these bubbles can burn as if they were flame as long as they are shot after 2 posts have passed since Heat Bubble has been used.
Nest of cinnamon: After performing the heat bubble technique, Ceniza will hold need in total 5 posts of complete unmoving concentration. Meaning he will beunable to attack, to defend, or to even move beyond his breathing to gather the level of heat to a high enough degree to perform this technqiue. For this reason he must at all times be defended while trying to perform this technique or it will fail and only harm Ceniza himself as the heat collapses in on himself and becomes flame itself, burning him all over his body.
This technique is akin to the legend of phoenixes themselves, gathering a nest of cinnamon twigs and then burning away to arise from the ashes once again. However those hit by this technique are not going to be rising from whatever ashes they might become. After 5 posts of uninhibited concentration and gathering of heat into his beat bubble technique he will swirl the heat until it is a rampant tornado of heat within the bubble. he will then release the heat into the surrounding area. The heat will blast outward like an explosion burning and blasting anything with 40 yards of Ceniza. This techniques center heat is still highly concentrated and will set Ceniza aflame as the heat is released. For this reason Ceniza calls it the Cinnamon Nest as it burns Ceniza. He can typicaly put the flames out with a quick sonido, but that will leave him with the severe burns covering his body, and no longer able to fight.
Hollow Techniques
Bala
Cero
Sonido
Pesquisa
Low-Level Hierro
Garganta
Additional
Other Characters: Fensake Daito
Roleplay Sample:
