Post by ZR0 C00L on Dec 3, 2007 3:42:20 GMT -4
Arrancar
General Info
Name: Zetsumei Ryoushi Gender: Male
Age: Alive: 25 Dead: 63 Hollow: 278 Gillian: 258 Vasto Lorde: 107 Espada: 2
Ranking: Espada
Number: Dos
Base Type: Vasto Lorde
Physical Description: From head to toe. Zetsumei has jet-black hair which, if worn down would reach to the bottom of his ear lobe. Though he never does wear it down, His hair is spiked up and unruly, as if to say that it could never be tamed by a comb. The right side of Zetsumei's face is covered by his mask which reaches just under his upper lip. The mask itself is very basic, by which I mean it looks like a human skull and follows the bone structure of a humans. Aside from the small, up-turned horn, this is located just at the side of his forehead. When looking at the non-masked portion of his face, one can make out an angular jaw line and nose. Shockingly bright blue eyes adorn his sockets and can be made out on the masked side as well, although seeing it through the mask is sometimes said to be unnerving.
Zetsumei has smooth, white, unblemished skin. A tall athletic build, that’s not overly bulky but his physique can be made out under his white-sleeveless espada robes Standing 6'3'' Zetsumei can almost always stand out even amongst other espada thanks to his unnatural stature. If not wearing his uniform, in the center of his chest there can be seen the tell tale hole indicative to all hollow. At the nape of his neck, rests the Tattoo signifying his rank. Zetsumei's pants hang loose and his feet are covered by low, black shoes that resemble what tennis players of earth wear.
Personality-
On and off the battle-field, Zetsumei is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this arrancar. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, Zetsumei's fellow arrancar have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge head-long into a battle. Zetsumei however could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, Zetsumei will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy.
Without a clear cut plan of action, if a plan fails or when extremely angered however, Zetsumei tends to be crass and acts more on instinct and fury then common sense, allowing his killer instinct to overwhelm his better judgment. When this happens, basking in the glory of combat, Zetsumei loses all focus on anything but destruction until his thirst for battle has been quenched by the blood of his enemies.
Amongst his comrades, Zetsumei is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but isn't what you would call laid back either, Zetsumei is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something. Zetsumei is disgusted by laziness and stupidity; braggarts are also some of his least favorite people. Displaying any of these traits is likely to put you on Zetsumei's bad side. In this case, Zesumei is likely to be very rude or confrontational to the person he sees display them.
Enjoying his own company more than that of others, Zetsumei, if one can get past his height and features, tends to fade into the background when in a group with other, louder arrancar. Allowing others to speak and reflect on what is being said rather than voice his opinion unless strongly opposed to the actions suggested. If opposed, barring a direct order from a superior, Zetsumei will not be swayed from his decision to not proceed.
Zesumei values his pride and honor as a warrior and still lives by the code of bushido. However, he is extremely loyal to las noches and if given an order will carry it out without question, for that is also bushido.
History:
Spring. 1274. Hakata bay, Japan. Kublai Khans forces had landed in Hakata bay. Hearing of the Mongols intrusions into Tsushima and Iki, Japans brave samurai forces had been mobilized and had been preparing for the Mongol invaders to reach the bay. 130 000 samurai met over 40 000 Mongol and Korean troops. One of these samurai was Captain first-class Zetsumei Ryoushi. The Mongols fought like the cowardly dogs they were. Dispensing with the honorable tradition of one on one combat, the Mongols fought together as one, flinging sword and arrow at any Japanese soldier within range. Zetsumei, along with all of his comrades were enraged at the sight of this and fought back with all their might, but unlike their Mongol counter-parts. The samurai kept their honor intact. Zetsumei himself had cut down many of the enemies, but all were taken one by one and never from behind.
The fighting went on the entire day and into the night; the Mongols had taken heavy casualties despite their dishonorable tactics and were forced back towards their ships. All the while, Zetsumei had been cutting down Mongols one after another. Lost in a sea of rage and blood, the young captain had been late in recognizing that the Mongols had sounded a retreat and for the most part were heading back to their ships. He and his small contingent of samurai pursued their enemies with an increased vigor, this however was to be his downfall. Upon reaching the ships, the Mongols let loose volley after volley of arrows in to the pursuing Japanese force. Forcing them, for the most part, to retreat out of range. Zetsumei and his company however were among those at the front line. Zetsumei barely had time to look up from his most recent victim to notice the arrow now sticking out of his chest. Coughing blood and cursing the Mongols and their treachery and cowardice, Zetsumei was helpless as his last sights were of his soldiers, his brothers; his friends were laid to waste by the projectiles. The last sounds of his mortal life were of them dying as the rest of the Japanese celebrated the victory.
After the battle, Zetsumei had awoken as a plus. A chain had been attached to his chest and kept him confined to the limits of the battle-field upon which he had died. All around him, looking up at him with their blank expressionless stares, were his fallen comrades. This was too much to bare. With a mighty yell and, and even mightier tug, Zetsumei pulled at the chain in his chest, in hopes to free himself, thinking himself to be a captive. The pain was immense, the world rippled in and out of focus like waves of reality receding from the shore that was Zetsumeis consciousness.
With a sudden jerk that left him unceremoniously sprawled out across the sand, Zetsumei was free. The chain had snapped, only a few links remained attached to him. Pulling himself to his feet, Zetsumei could hear wailing from a few places around the bay. A figure in a black robe had also appeared but was blocking his view of what was making the wailing sound. Maneuvering so that he could get a better view, Zetsumei saw that it was another samurai who had lost his life during the battle, and was now chained to Hakata bay. The black robed figure brought his arm down and with a quick clean slice seemingly executed the samurai. Knowing that dead men can't be executed, Zetsumei was at a loss for words and shamefully remained in hiding as he watched the man in the black kimono turn and leave as quickly and silently as he had appeared. A sudden realization had hit Zetsumei, he had seen this before. up to this point, when Zetsumei would see an apparition of a person whom wasn't really there but seemed as real as the people he traveled with or the monstrous creatures he occasionally would glimpse throughout his living days. He would chalk it up to his imagination, sake or being tired. But seeing him there, now, simply standing there in his black, flowing robes, the same robes he had seen approaching the apparitions of people, and looking to oppose the monstrous creatures, made things clear for him. The things he saw throughout his life weren't his imagination, it was a spirit world, and then he realized something else. He was dead.
It wasn't long before the chain of fate dissolved completely. Not knowing what to expect. Zetsumei Ryoushi, the once brave and noble samurai was consumed by fear. Fear, and anger. Anger for those who had took his life, anger at allowing himself to be controlled by his emotion. This was precisely what was happening again, as Zetsumei felt himself being inexplicably filled with emptiness. Zetsumei never lost his consciousness through his hollowfication and was fully aware of his previous life before hand as well as afterwards. After the initial shock and feigned disgust that comes with devouring souls, Zetsumei took to his new existence swimmingly.
As the years went on, Zetsumei began losing his sense of self. Moving from soul to soul as he devoured all the souls he could find. One day Zetsumei was faced by a gillian, although he had grown powerful from the souls he had ingested all was for not and he himself was devoured. Awash in the tumult and constant pressure of numerous others and consciousnesses all vying for control. Zetsumei after many years through sheer will to not fade away, to not go gently, to retain some semblance of himself managed to take sole ownership of the gillian body he now inhabited.
The cycle of eating human souls had now gained a new perspective as well; Zetsumei had found that eating other hollows as well as gillians increased his power, so he did so. Continuing this for countless decades, Zetsumei was approached while on hunt for a loose gillian. The unwanted visitor was a shinigami, Knowing that the man was a threat worse than the unthinking gillian he was hunting, he decided that he would have to take care of the gillian before making a move on the black robed figure. Alas that wasn’t to be as in the midst of Zetsumei consuming the other gillian the shinigami struck.
Just as Zetsumei thought that he was about to be killed for a second time, the gillian he was devouring fired a cero blast at the shinigami mortally wounding him and inadvertently entering him into the process of consumption that had already been started. The world for Zetsumei turned black.
Awaking after what felt like minutes, but was in actuality over a hundred years Zetsumei could feel an abundance of power which was not present previously. He found himself in a form closely resembling his old body. Zetsumei fell to his knees clutching at his chest. Feeling as if the raw power of the reiatsu inside him would burst out at any moment, Zetsumei tilted his head to the sky and whispered aloud. "Wha, what happened? What am I?" directing his question to the heavens. He remained there for a short while collecting himself amongst the broken shards of his mask. After that, thanks to his huge amount of reiatsu. Zetsumei quickly rose through the ranks of the espada and is currently Number Two.
Abilities (pre Resurrección):
Gemelos Sonído (Spanish for "Twins Sound") - advanced form of sonido, allows user to leave behind after images and is somewhat faster than regular sonido. At this point, Zetsumei can leave behind three after images at a time
Additional Info: *note* Zetsumei’s skill with sonido and cero are highly advanced and regarded even in comparison to espada of higher rank
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Resurrección
matar los, destructor (kill them, destroyer)
Armor/ Appearance:
Abilities:
Gemelos Sonído (Spanish for "Twins Sound") - advanced form of sonido, allows user to leave behind after images and is somewhat faster than regular sonido. At this point, Zetsumei can leave behind five after images at a time in resurrection.
Gran rey cero- A larger more powerful form of cero that creates a huge blast of energy from the hand By mixing the users blood with a cero (Only espada can use)
Tendril shot-The protrusions of bone on Zetsumei’s body can extend and be used to impale his opponents within a 30ft radius (tendrils can be cut through but reform and are very fast) (like the adjuchas Ashido and Rukia fought before meeting up with the others.)
Spike Shot-This technique allows for the 6 inch spikes on Zetsumei's knuckles to charged with reiatsu and shot out towards an opponent exploding on contact.
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
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
Negacion: A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
Pesquisa: The ability to sense and track spiritual power
Sonido: Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
Additional
Other Characters: none
.
Roleplay Sample: This is from a naruto site I was in awhile back it's not exactly accurate in my writing abilities nowadays, but I assure you they've only improved and I’m only using it to save time. (its 2:40am give me a break....please)
A chilled breeze swept across the grassy plains as Udemae crept across its lush green surface. Staying flat on his stomach, he began inching his way forwards. Moving ever closer to his intended target. Who was sitting with his back turned, leaning on an overturned tree. The young Uchiha moved with a practiced skill, closing the distance between the two as silently as possible.
“Just a little bit further.” The newly appointed genin thought as he could make out the back of his latest victims head.
Udemae’s smile was as wide as could be, seemingly ear to ear. Reaching down and pulling up the metal bucket he had brought with him, Udemae made a silent countdown in his head. Then, as fast as he could manage, Udemae sprung to his feet and raised the bucket to eye level then overturned it, dumping its contents onto the unsuspecting genins head and shoulders as he sat, still on his log. Now completely drenched head to toe.
“Damn it Udemae, one of these day you’re going to do this to the wrong person, then you’ll be sorry”. The recently wet genin had said in response to Udemae’s prank as droplets of the water he had just been splashed with dripped off of various parts of his body making feint sounds as they impacted with the Earth below.
“Well Ichiro, today is not going to be that day now is it?” The overjoyed youth responded after a fit of laughter.
“Now what are we gonna do Udemae baka?” Ichiro shouted. “Now you have to go back and fill that bucket back up again”. The very annoyed and more than slightly agitated genin asked of his attacker with an incredulous look on his face.
“So” Udemae responded simply with a dismissive waive of his hand.
Ichiro’s temper was almost too great to be controlled as he looked on as Udemae had a goofy smile still plastered on his face. “I hate Udemae so much, if only…..if only one day I could gain enough power too kill this whelp, than I could live happily in the knowledge that this screw up of a flunkie shinobi is buried in the ground where he belongs”. Ichiro plotted mentally before speaking through gritted teeth.
“Well Udemae, now you have to go all the way back over the hill to the well and refill this”. Ichiro finished as he pointed towards the metal bucket on the floor.
“No prob” Udemae said back in a curt manner and walked off towards the hill, bucket in hand.
Udemae didn’t see what Ichiro’s problem was. To him, a quick trip over a hill was not something to fret about. He supposed that Ichiro had once again just been upset by one of his “cool” and “hilarious” jokes. Udemae hadn’t a clue about anything Ichiro might or might not have in store for him later down the road, and quite frankly wouldn’t be all that worried if he did. As far as Udemae was concerned, Ichiro is and would always be under him in terms of strength and ability. So was mostly everyone else in Udemae’s mind but at this moment in Ichiro’s case, it was a good bet he was right.
Making the brief climb over the hilltop, Udemae already had his mind working, thinking of who he could get to play his next “innocent” prank on. With the well in sight, Udemae began to pick up the pace in anticipation of what he could accomplish afterwards before he would have to go home and train with his father, Yota Uchiha.
Tying the rope which hung from the well onto his bucket, Udemae began turning the lever which in turn brought his pale downwards into the well, then as it reached the bottom and began to take on water. Udemae reversed the direction he was turning the lever beside the well and brought the pale back up. Maybe I should just go throw this on Ichiro again and watch his face go red. Udemae thought to himself with a laugh as he headed back towards Ichiro.
General Info
Name: Zetsumei Ryoushi Gender: Male
Age: Alive: 25 Dead: 63 Hollow: 278 Gillian: 258 Vasto Lorde: 107 Espada: 2
Ranking: Espada
Number: Dos
Base Type: Vasto Lorde
Physical Description: From head to toe. Zetsumei has jet-black hair which, if worn down would reach to the bottom of his ear lobe. Though he never does wear it down, His hair is spiked up and unruly, as if to say that it could never be tamed by a comb. The right side of Zetsumei's face is covered by his mask which reaches just under his upper lip. The mask itself is very basic, by which I mean it looks like a human skull and follows the bone structure of a humans. Aside from the small, up-turned horn, this is located just at the side of his forehead. When looking at the non-masked portion of his face, one can make out an angular jaw line and nose. Shockingly bright blue eyes adorn his sockets and can be made out on the masked side as well, although seeing it through the mask is sometimes said to be unnerving.
Zetsumei has smooth, white, unblemished skin. A tall athletic build, that’s not overly bulky but his physique can be made out under his white-sleeveless espada robes Standing 6'3'' Zetsumei can almost always stand out even amongst other espada thanks to his unnatural stature. If not wearing his uniform, in the center of his chest there can be seen the tell tale hole indicative to all hollow. At the nape of his neck, rests the Tattoo signifying his rank. Zetsumei's pants hang loose and his feet are covered by low, black shoes that resemble what tennis players of earth wear.
Personality-
On and off the battle-field, Zetsumei is most often a cool-headed and calm strategic type of person. Cold and methodical are also apt titles for this arrancar. He is the type of person who takes in the entire situation, and weighs the consequences before making a decision. In the past, Zetsumei's fellow arrancar have criticized him for what they perceive as indecisiveness or his unwillingness to charge head-long into a battle. Zetsumei however could not care less what others opinions of him are, he knows that his caution has enabled him to survive where others have perished. Once decided on a course of action, Zetsumei will calmly carry it out without hesitation or mercy.
Without a clear cut plan of action, if a plan fails or when extremely angered however, Zetsumei tends to be crass and acts more on instinct and fury then common sense, allowing his killer instinct to overwhelm his better judgment. When this happens, basking in the glory of combat, Zetsumei loses all focus on anything but destruction until his thirst for battle has been quenched by the blood of his enemies.
Amongst his comrades, Zetsumei is talkative to an extent, not so forth coming with conversation himself but has no trouble speaking when spoken to. Never an overachiever, but isn't what you would call laid back either, Zetsumei is the type of person who believes that actions speak louder than words and that one should always be doing something. Zetsumei is disgusted by laziness and stupidity; braggarts are also some of his least favorite people. Displaying any of these traits is likely to put you on Zetsumei's bad side. In this case, Zesumei is likely to be very rude or confrontational to the person he sees display them.
Enjoying his own company more than that of others, Zetsumei, if one can get past his height and features, tends to fade into the background when in a group with other, louder arrancar. Allowing others to speak and reflect on what is being said rather than voice his opinion unless strongly opposed to the actions suggested. If opposed, barring a direct order from a superior, Zetsumei will not be swayed from his decision to not proceed.
Zesumei values his pride and honor as a warrior and still lives by the code of bushido. However, he is extremely loyal to las noches and if given an order will carry it out without question, for that is also bushido.
History:
Spring. 1274. Hakata bay, Japan. Kublai Khans forces had landed in Hakata bay. Hearing of the Mongols intrusions into Tsushima and Iki, Japans brave samurai forces had been mobilized and had been preparing for the Mongol invaders to reach the bay. 130 000 samurai met over 40 000 Mongol and Korean troops. One of these samurai was Captain first-class Zetsumei Ryoushi. The Mongols fought like the cowardly dogs they were. Dispensing with the honorable tradition of one on one combat, the Mongols fought together as one, flinging sword and arrow at any Japanese soldier within range. Zetsumei, along with all of his comrades were enraged at the sight of this and fought back with all their might, but unlike their Mongol counter-parts. The samurai kept their honor intact. Zetsumei himself had cut down many of the enemies, but all were taken one by one and never from behind.
The fighting went on the entire day and into the night; the Mongols had taken heavy casualties despite their dishonorable tactics and were forced back towards their ships. All the while, Zetsumei had been cutting down Mongols one after another. Lost in a sea of rage and blood, the young captain had been late in recognizing that the Mongols had sounded a retreat and for the most part were heading back to their ships. He and his small contingent of samurai pursued their enemies with an increased vigor, this however was to be his downfall. Upon reaching the ships, the Mongols let loose volley after volley of arrows in to the pursuing Japanese force. Forcing them, for the most part, to retreat out of range. Zetsumei and his company however were among those at the front line. Zetsumei barely had time to look up from his most recent victim to notice the arrow now sticking out of his chest. Coughing blood and cursing the Mongols and their treachery and cowardice, Zetsumei was helpless as his last sights were of his soldiers, his brothers; his friends were laid to waste by the projectiles. The last sounds of his mortal life were of them dying as the rest of the Japanese celebrated the victory.
After the battle, Zetsumei had awoken as a plus. A chain had been attached to his chest and kept him confined to the limits of the battle-field upon which he had died. All around him, looking up at him with their blank expressionless stares, were his fallen comrades. This was too much to bare. With a mighty yell and, and even mightier tug, Zetsumei pulled at the chain in his chest, in hopes to free himself, thinking himself to be a captive. The pain was immense, the world rippled in and out of focus like waves of reality receding from the shore that was Zetsumeis consciousness.
With a sudden jerk that left him unceremoniously sprawled out across the sand, Zetsumei was free. The chain had snapped, only a few links remained attached to him. Pulling himself to his feet, Zetsumei could hear wailing from a few places around the bay. A figure in a black robe had also appeared but was blocking his view of what was making the wailing sound. Maneuvering so that he could get a better view, Zetsumei saw that it was another samurai who had lost his life during the battle, and was now chained to Hakata bay. The black robed figure brought his arm down and with a quick clean slice seemingly executed the samurai. Knowing that dead men can't be executed, Zetsumei was at a loss for words and shamefully remained in hiding as he watched the man in the black kimono turn and leave as quickly and silently as he had appeared. A sudden realization had hit Zetsumei, he had seen this before. up to this point, when Zetsumei would see an apparition of a person whom wasn't really there but seemed as real as the people he traveled with or the monstrous creatures he occasionally would glimpse throughout his living days. He would chalk it up to his imagination, sake or being tired. But seeing him there, now, simply standing there in his black, flowing robes, the same robes he had seen approaching the apparitions of people, and looking to oppose the monstrous creatures, made things clear for him. The things he saw throughout his life weren't his imagination, it was a spirit world, and then he realized something else. He was dead.
It wasn't long before the chain of fate dissolved completely. Not knowing what to expect. Zetsumei Ryoushi, the once brave and noble samurai was consumed by fear. Fear, and anger. Anger for those who had took his life, anger at allowing himself to be controlled by his emotion. This was precisely what was happening again, as Zetsumei felt himself being inexplicably filled with emptiness. Zetsumei never lost his consciousness through his hollowfication and was fully aware of his previous life before hand as well as afterwards. After the initial shock and feigned disgust that comes with devouring souls, Zetsumei took to his new existence swimmingly.
As the years went on, Zetsumei began losing his sense of self. Moving from soul to soul as he devoured all the souls he could find. One day Zetsumei was faced by a gillian, although he had grown powerful from the souls he had ingested all was for not and he himself was devoured. Awash in the tumult and constant pressure of numerous others and consciousnesses all vying for control. Zetsumei after many years through sheer will to not fade away, to not go gently, to retain some semblance of himself managed to take sole ownership of the gillian body he now inhabited.
The cycle of eating human souls had now gained a new perspective as well; Zetsumei had found that eating other hollows as well as gillians increased his power, so he did so. Continuing this for countless decades, Zetsumei was approached while on hunt for a loose gillian. The unwanted visitor was a shinigami, Knowing that the man was a threat worse than the unthinking gillian he was hunting, he decided that he would have to take care of the gillian before making a move on the black robed figure. Alas that wasn’t to be as in the midst of Zetsumei consuming the other gillian the shinigami struck.
Just as Zetsumei thought that he was about to be killed for a second time, the gillian he was devouring fired a cero blast at the shinigami mortally wounding him and inadvertently entering him into the process of consumption that had already been started. The world for Zetsumei turned black.
Awaking after what felt like minutes, but was in actuality over a hundred years Zetsumei could feel an abundance of power which was not present previously. He found himself in a form closely resembling his old body. Zetsumei fell to his knees clutching at his chest. Feeling as if the raw power of the reiatsu inside him would burst out at any moment, Zetsumei tilted his head to the sky and whispered aloud. "Wha, what happened? What am I?" directing his question to the heavens. He remained there for a short while collecting himself amongst the broken shards of his mask. After that, thanks to his huge amount of reiatsu. Zetsumei quickly rose through the ranks of the espada and is currently Number Two.
Abilities (pre Resurrección):
Gemelos Sonído (Spanish for "Twins Sound") - advanced form of sonido, allows user to leave behind after images and is somewhat faster than regular sonido. At this point, Zetsumei can leave behind three after images at a time
Additional Info: *note* Zetsumei’s skill with sonido and cero are highly advanced and regarded even in comparison to espada of higher rank
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Resurrección
matar los, destructor (kill them, destroyer)
Armor/ Appearance:
Abilities:
Gemelos Sonído (Spanish for "Twins Sound") - advanced form of sonido, allows user to leave behind after images and is somewhat faster than regular sonido. At this point, Zetsumei can leave behind five after images at a time in resurrection.
Gran rey cero- A larger more powerful form of cero that creates a huge blast of energy from the hand By mixing the users blood with a cero (Only espada can use)
Tendril shot-The protrusions of bone on Zetsumei’s body can extend and be used to impale his opponents within a 30ft radius (tendrils can be cut through but reform and are very fast) (like the adjuchas Ashido and Rukia fought before meeting up with the others.)
Spike Shot-This technique allows for the 6 inch spikes on Zetsumei's knuckles to charged with reiatsu and shot out towards an opponent exploding on contact.
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
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
Negacion: A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
Pesquisa: The ability to sense and track spiritual power
Sonido: Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
Additional
Other Characters: none
.
Roleplay Sample: This is from a naruto site I was in awhile back it's not exactly accurate in my writing abilities nowadays, but I assure you they've only improved and I’m only using it to save time. (its 2:40am give me a break....please)
A chilled breeze swept across the grassy plains as Udemae crept across its lush green surface. Staying flat on his stomach, he began inching his way forwards. Moving ever closer to his intended target. Who was sitting with his back turned, leaning on an overturned tree. The young Uchiha moved with a practiced skill, closing the distance between the two as silently as possible.
“Just a little bit further.” The newly appointed genin thought as he could make out the back of his latest victims head.
Udemae’s smile was as wide as could be, seemingly ear to ear. Reaching down and pulling up the metal bucket he had brought with him, Udemae made a silent countdown in his head. Then, as fast as he could manage, Udemae sprung to his feet and raised the bucket to eye level then overturned it, dumping its contents onto the unsuspecting genins head and shoulders as he sat, still on his log. Now completely drenched head to toe.
“Damn it Udemae, one of these day you’re going to do this to the wrong person, then you’ll be sorry”. The recently wet genin had said in response to Udemae’s prank as droplets of the water he had just been splashed with dripped off of various parts of his body making feint sounds as they impacted with the Earth below.
“Well Ichiro, today is not going to be that day now is it?” The overjoyed youth responded after a fit of laughter.
“Now what are we gonna do Udemae baka?” Ichiro shouted. “Now you have to go back and fill that bucket back up again”. The very annoyed and more than slightly agitated genin asked of his attacker with an incredulous look on his face.
“So” Udemae responded simply with a dismissive waive of his hand.
Ichiro’s temper was almost too great to be controlled as he looked on as Udemae had a goofy smile still plastered on his face. “I hate Udemae so much, if only…..if only one day I could gain enough power too kill this whelp, than I could live happily in the knowledge that this screw up of a flunkie shinobi is buried in the ground where he belongs”. Ichiro plotted mentally before speaking through gritted teeth.
“Well Udemae, now you have to go all the way back over the hill to the well and refill this”. Ichiro finished as he pointed towards the metal bucket on the floor.
“No prob” Udemae said back in a curt manner and walked off towards the hill, bucket in hand.
Udemae didn’t see what Ichiro’s problem was. To him, a quick trip over a hill was not something to fret about. He supposed that Ichiro had once again just been upset by one of his “cool” and “hilarious” jokes. Udemae hadn’t a clue about anything Ichiro might or might not have in store for him later down the road, and quite frankly wouldn’t be all that worried if he did. As far as Udemae was concerned, Ichiro is and would always be under him in terms of strength and ability. So was mostly everyone else in Udemae’s mind but at this moment in Ichiro’s case, it was a good bet he was right.
Making the brief climb over the hilltop, Udemae already had his mind working, thinking of who he could get to play his next “innocent” prank on. With the well in sight, Udemae began to pick up the pace in anticipation of what he could accomplish afterwards before he would have to go home and train with his father, Yota Uchiha.
Tying the rope which hung from the well onto his bucket, Udemae began turning the lever which in turn brought his pale downwards into the well, then as it reached the bottom and began to take on water. Udemae reversed the direction he was turning the lever beside the well and brought the pale back up. Maybe I should just go throw this on Ichiro again and watch his face go red. Udemae thought to himself with a laugh as he headed back towards Ichiro.
