Angelo Delacroix

[Angelo]

Vizard

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General Info

Name: UNKNOWN, all who would know his true name have passed away or been killed.
Aliases: Normal: Angelo Delacroix. Hollow: Daemon Syn.
Death Age: 5.
Physical Age: 19.
True Age: 7038.
Current Residence: Roaming Hueco Mundo and Karakura Town within Japan of the Living World.
Ranking: Council Member #5, by own choice.
Sexual Preference: Straight/Heterosexual.
Physical Description: Angelo is a man who seems destined to stand out amongst a crowd, with pitch black messy hair that reaches down to his chin and nearly radiates against his soft pale skin, the two features only accentuated the brightness of his remarkable eyes, blessed and cursed with heterochromia. His brilliant hypnotic eyes were believed to be able to see Hell and Heaven themselves with their intensity, his left eye shining a deep crimson red while his right glowed a bright cerulean blue. During a moonlit night, it was believed that he could hypnotize a person by looking into their eyes and seeing their bare soul.

Upon the formation of even the smallest amount of his Hollow Mask, his hair purifies and becomes a brilliant white as his eyes both turn a vivid yellow color with black sclera surroundings. A haunting sight to be sure, those unlucky few who have seen him like this and survived have never forgotten it, the illuminating gaze of the monster able to pierce the strongest nerves with great intensity.

The mask itself is solid white with inch long spikes jutting forth from around the lower jaw line and a single unblinking large silver eye stares outwards from the center of his forehead. When needed, the eye can close itself and reopen as two normal eyeholes, with Daemon‘s golden spheres fierce gaze shining compared to the pale surface. Often the mask appears as a small chunk on the forehead, hidden beneath his hair, allowing him to appear as a normal human so long as his eyes are hidden, usually behind his sunglasses.

Standing at roughly six foot and weighing around 160 pounds, his build is not very bulky, but still strong, toned, fit, and sleek, obviously built more for speed than brute strength. Many have made the fatal mistake of underestimating his average build for a weakness, but the intensity of his speed and strikes belie a much more talented and skilled individual who knows how to make use of a thin form.

Delacroix always wears a black short-sleeved coat with a silver zipper running down the middle of it, black baggy pants with black leather gloves and boots. Upon the coat are white runic marks, running along his shoulders and torso like vines, with spiked metal bands around his forearms and shins. Inserted into the backs and palms of the gloves and mid-soles of the boots are metal plates for defensive use against any attacks while he is unarmed. The cloth used for much of his clothing originated from his Shinigami uniform, changed and modified to fit in with more modern fashion, separating him from Shinigami, Vizard, and Arrancar alike.

Angelo always has a high tech phone hidden inside of one of his pockets, with microphones usually blaring music in his ears; mostly either Rock, Metal, or Classical music, all depending upon his mood. He often listens to music during battle, using it to get a rhythm for himself, calming his body and focusing, allowing for more fluid movements as he enters what can only be described as a trance.

The former Shinigami also wears a black cloth necklace with a Pentacle dangling from it. It was originally going to be a gift for his sister’s birthday, but unfortunately, he was never able to give it to her. The Pentacle has a Gold circle and Silver links, with roughly a 3-inch diameter. There is a stone at the end of each point for each element; Green Emerald in the bottom right for Earth, Red Ruby in the bottom left for Fire, Blue Aquamarine in the top left for Water, Yellow Topaz in the top right for Air, Purple Amethyst at the top for Spirit, and a Clear Diamond in the very center of the Pentacle for Perfection.

He wears the insignia of his former Squad on his upper left arm and the sheath of his Zanpakuto, Miratouei, is always slung upon his back, the sword’s hilt over his top right shoulder. The sheath is onyx black covered with white runes and decorated with diamond shards, the band holding it a deep blood red color with a silver cross-shaped buckle in the middle. Ryuujin, a katana given to him by his sister, is always attached to Angelo’s left side. The sheath is a deep, solid black with a bronze flame decoration on the bottom. The hand guard resembles a bronze dragon with its wings spread.

When Miratouei’s Bankai has been activated, Angelo’s appearance changes, making him appear to wear a gray colored coat that covers all of his upper body and his arms, actually fitting on his hands like gloves, with gray pants and a white cloth wrapped around his waist, held up by multiple black belts, the end of the fabric hanging around his ankles. The runes on the coat change to black and spread over more of his body and a silver blindfold covers his eyes.

The most noticeable change of all is the appearance of six energy wings upon his back, the colorations either white, golden, silver, and/or black, usually symbolizing what is occurring within the former Captain’s mind, the fight raging wildly.

Angelo’s Bankai Appearance, with Daemon partially beginning to annex him.

His Gigai appears the same as his spiritual form, though his mask, nor the physical changes it brings, and Zanpakuto, nor the physical changes it brings as well, are not able to be seen by normal Humans as they do not transform his Gigai body, only his spirit form. When he is question about Ryuujin, Delacroix simply explains that it is too important to him to have it kept anywhere, save by his side. If persisted about it, he will simply leave the individual before matters become out of hand, but generally the public seems to ignore it, whether out of ignorance or indifference is anyone’s guess.

Whenever Daemon is in control of their body, he will often don a pair of sunglasses in order to cover his eyes and creates only the forehead portion of his mask in order to hide his Vizard nature from those he intends to use and manipulate. The pair is solid black and slim, framing his eyes and fitting them well, as he has a strange distaste for larger ones, his dislike great enough that he refers to people who he has seen them wearing as “insects“.

Personality Usually a very happy person, Angelo likes to try to get along with everyone, even though he often feels pangs of shyness and paranoia, often preventing him from making new friends easily. Once he has gotten comfortable around them however, many will find it hard to believe that the man is nervous at all compared to how much he likes to talk and joke around. At times, his mouth will get him in trouble, as he has a great tendency to say what is on his mind without thinking it through completely.

However, this outer personality is nearly the complete opposite of his inner, for while Angelo’s mind is reminiscent of his outer persona, it tends to change far faster depending on the situation, revealing his true nature, that of a serious and skilled strategist. If Angelo begins to think he is being mislead or lied to, his mind will begin to try and pick out the truth, often working hard and quickly to put things together, though this can occasionally lead to him getting the wrong idea.

This is even further enhanced by actual battle and fighting, which forces Angelo to not only analyze current events, but also to predict and guide further ones to his advantage.

One of the few things, perhaps the only thing, that Delacroix cannot stand is arrogance and pride, which he believes to be nothing more than a fool’s belief. It blinds one to the capabilities and opportunities that others have, not only making one underestimate his opponent’s power, but also neglecting his own allies, putting them in a position to have their talents misused and cost a strategy dearly.

However strong his opponent, as long as he is not involved with Hollows, Angelo will almost always allow them to live, rationalizing that they were simply doing their duty or what they thought was right.

Delacroix has an almost need to defeat Hollows, unfortunately preventing him from being able to rightly judge their power or know when to retreat, as well as trouble fighting against women, and difficulty concentrating when others are in immediate danger.

Unfortunately, this all changes once Delacroix is forced to don his mask, whether willingly by his own hand or forced by his demon. When his inner Hollow, an Adjuchas class Menos, manages to emerge, the Vizard turns into a crazed abomination, unable to distinguish ally from enemy, attacking all within reach with unrelenting hatred, its mind truly sadistic in its need for blood. Only against the most powerful opponents does the beast even bother with thinking out its moves and planning.

It is under these circumstances of facing a worthy opponent that the intelligence of the creature surfaces, and it is most shocking when it does, revealing a very highly intellectual mind, especially for a Hollow. There is even more to this monster than what little is known, but it is well hidden, deep inside the many, many souls it holds.

Recently, Daemon has become more smug than usual in his attitude, causing Angelo to become more and more suspicious as to what he has been doing in his “Free” time, but due to their agreement, Delacroix can unfortunately do nothing more than speculate and hope.

Being an Adjuchas class Menos, the Hollow within is obsessed with gaining more souls, more spirit energy, more strength in his determination to become more powerful and finally evolve into a Vasto Lorde. While he despises and hates Angelo more than any opponent he has ever come across, he recognizes the Shinigami’s power and skill, acknowledging that he will require the strength of a Vasto in order to fully and completely devour the former Captain’s soul.

Syn hates relying on Delacroix’s Zanpakuto, often simply using his own abilities and Ryuujin, but even after he relents and decides to use her, he completely refuses to use the Shikai form of Miratouei, believing a quarterstaff to be far to “peaceful” and not worthy of use in battle, let alone killing, though Angelo thinks there to be a deeper reason than this, namely due to his revulsion towards the Zanpakuto in general, and Daemon also has an extreme hatred of water, nothing short of truly despising it for a reason that Angelo has yet to uncover or so much as even guess at, doing his best to always avoid large bodies of it and violently, ceaselessly attacking those whose abilities revolve around the element in the hopes of ending the use of it.

Mental Realm: Within Angelo’s mind lies a world torn apart within itself, representing the war of souls within his body.

On one half of the land is the wide open mouth of an immense volcano beneath a full moon, pitch black smoke rising to the white sphere high above. In the very center of the volcano, suspended high above the lava by hundreds of thick metal chains attached to the edges of the fire mountain, was a large crimson red castle, shimmering with the lights of the hot fires below.

The other half of the land is an vast field, full of scorch marks and burned trees, lightning tearing up the grounds often as rain constantly falls to the earth. At the center of the area is a large shrine, colored a deep black and covered in lightning rods, mysteriously underneath a noon sun surrounded by storm clouds.

Straight down the very center of the land, splitting it into these two almost self-destructive halves, is an enormously large gate made up of millions of silver, black, red, white, and blue spiked bars going down a line farther than the eye can see and higher than the eye can comprehend with an eclipse hanging even higher above still, the sun‘s rays softly shining behind the moon with an eerie, almost hypnotic, glow.

Unfortunately, this is all while things are peaceful, or more precisely, when Daemon is passive. Whenever the Hollow begins to attempt a forced control, the gate separating the two souls becomes twisted and bent, millions of bars snapping in half and becoming unnaturally contortioned as the volcano violently erupts, magna flying high into the sky as the black smoke thickens and increases in amount, the lightning opposite it becoming brighter in intensity and far more frequent, literally hundreds of bolts attacking the ground beneath the sky with every passing moment.

[Angelo]

History: After drowning at an early age, Angelo was found and taken in by a strong noble family and was enrolled at the Shinigami Academy at an unusually young age, roughly 7 years old, by his Father thanks to his connections, who sensed his son could do great work if he was pushed, but secretly wished to use the boy as a weapon of revenge against the Hollow that had killed his daughter and managed to escape.

While at first the young boy did poorly, his father’s insistence indeed paid off, as the child quickly became more and more skilled with his swordsmanship, far quicker than the other students did, which many believed to be because of the young age of his death, his soul still “fresh” and quickly absorbing the strong amount of energy surrounding him.

Upon inquiry as to why the little warrior had gained such prowess so quickly, the superiors discovered that the child could actually see and hear his weapon’s spirit, Miratouei, already, and had been able to for quite some time. In truth, the only reason that he had not activated its Shikai is that the spirit within the blade had requested him not to yet.

As he went through his training, Angelo took great leaps in power and skill, becoming a great fan of Flash Steps and Hand-to-Hand combat, but mysteriously was unable to perform Demon Arts even close to the amount of power he had, they were always weaker, even though he had memorized the spells and stated them perfectly.

At the age of 10, Angelo activated his Shikai for the first time and not only was the reason for the delay revealed, but also why his Demon Arts were always a bit weaker. The Shikai activation transformed Miratouei not only into a 6-foot staff, but a weapon that drained focused spirit energy.

With the immense amount of power his Zanpakuto gave him, Angelo quickly rose through the ranks of the Academy, even though he stayed an extra 5 years simply so he could hone his abilities closer to perfection.

After leaving the school at the age of 17, Angelo joined the 10th Division of the Gotei 13 and quickly rose through the ranks as his Zanpakuto’s abilities gave him incredible advantages, able to drain Hollow’s attacks, as well as defend against renegade Shinigami.

Unknown to everyone who knew him, Delacroix was not the happiest person with his life, or rather, his first life. While most of the people around him had spent a good deal of time in the Living Realm before coming to Soul Society, he had barely lived at all and wished to experience what the Living did, to feel things, to see their world. In reality, this was the true reason behind his wish to become a member of the 10th Division.

He traveled there often, spent years searching and examining, the more time Delacroix spent within the Human Realm, studying their cultures, learning as much about the living as he could, the more he dreamed of what he might have accomplished if only he had lived. As he was learning more and more with every passing day went by, not only of the Human Realm, but also of himself and Soul Society, the differences and customs, noticing the differences in how they worked and how their residents responded to these rules.

He wondered which life was better, but he soon pushed these thoughts out of his mind, not wishing to become a politician or anything of the kind. He decided he would focus on enjoying both worlds to the best of his ability and not force himself to choose between the two like a fool.

One day, Angelo traveled to the Human World on the tail of a Hollow that had tried to enter Soul Society. Running through the streets, trying to follow the creature as closely as he could until suddenly he nearly ran into a young girl. This normally would not have been a big deal, the girl didn’t even take notice as a normal human wouldn’t, but Angelo’s mind flickered hard, memories rising up and clouding his sight with old images. The young girl was the mirror image of his Soul Society sister, who had been killed years ago by a Hollow.

Finally being able to pry himself away and shut off his mind, Angelo tried to catch up to the beast, but to his disappointment, the Hollow managed to escape to Hueco Mundo. Deciding this once in a lifetime opportunity, Delacroix followed his reborn sister around for a short while, wondering what things were like for her since her death, but as he watched her life, even for the few short hours he did, Angelo soon found that he couldn’t leave her. Living with an abusive family and possessing few friends, Angelo knew that he wouldn’t be able to stand the thought of leaving her alone like this.

As weeks went by, Angelo took more and more patrols through the Human World for Hollows, though in truth, he used the time to watch and try to help his sister, doing small things where he could, answering a question she was having trouble with when she left the room, putting a snack in her bag as a surprise, little things to try and make her day better, though he greatly wished to do more.

On a day like any other, Angelo stood on the roof of the neighbor’s house, the moon glistening at his back as he watched her and the area for any troubles when he suddenly noticed she was staring at him and waving. Caught off-guard, Angelo jumped over to where she was, staring at her confused while she looked at him in the same manner. Attempting to talk to her, he got no response, nor did he get any from trying to use hand signs, soon realizing that she could not see him, but the disturbance in the air he was giving off with his spirit energy.

After much figuring and researching, Angelo came to the only plausible conclusion as to her sudden change, that his constant nearness, the direct exposure of spirit energy to her, was slowly increasing her own spirit energy, which had given her the ability to see the pressure of his being. Deciding on the only way to slow this down even more and to keep in still contact with her, Delacroix took a Gigai body and hid it in the Living Realm, claiming to be helping the 12th Division with their research.

While the body did lessen the amount of spirit energy he radiated, it made following her almost impossible, the Shinigami nearly being caught on many occasions until finally he was, one day while she was traversing a mall. Expecting to be scorned for his following, he found himself relieved, if a bit disturbed, as she thought the reason he was following her was due to physical attraction. After dodging many questions and thinking quickly, the young girl finally accepted his explanation of curiosity and loneliness, allowing him to continue his “stalking” of her. Happy that he could interact with her now, the two quickly became close friends and began to hang out as much as possible, with Angelo returning to Soul Society whenever she went to school and slept as to not raise suspicion nor get into trouble.

As months went by, Angelo watched as she steadily became healthier and happier as things slowly began to come together, turning her life for the better. When his birthday came, she gave him a katana which she herself had detailed and helped to make, naming it Ryuujin, or Dragon King.

As her birthday neared, Angelo planned to give her a necklace he had made himself using shards of Miratouei, a stylized pentacle, but as he came to the Human domain, he received a report of a Hollow attack and quickly realized the location, running to the house as fast as he could, but far too late.

The Hollow was long gone, with barely anything left of the house and not even a trace of blood from what had to be a completely dominative attack. The house of his reincarnated sister was utterly destroyed, her and her family beyond a doubt having been killed. Enraged by this, Angelo returned to Soul Society and began training again, with a greater intensity than ever before, his hatred of Hollows burned deep into his heart.

As years passed, Angelo began to shine among other warriors as his passion for defeating Hollows and his sheer force when encountering one certainly stood out. Soon enough, he was selected to become the Lieutenant of the 10th Division of the Gotei 13, a position that he enthusiastically accepted as with it came the possibility of an encounter with the Hollow that had killed his sister.

Angelo was greatly respected as he always attempted to get along with everyone on one level or another, whether through earning their friendship or simply their respect. Adept at peering into a person’s soul and psyche, the Lieutenant was able to notice talents and latent abilities within others often by simply studying their eyes, allowing him to know exactly who was best to perform certain jobs. While he was kind and gentle to all he talked to, those who saw him in battle knew how easily he could become emotionless and uncaring, destructive and fearless, traits that drew numerous warriors to his side, of his division or not.

Time went on and soon Delacroix, almost surprisingly quick, managed to unlock his Bankai, earning him greater respect as one of the more powerful, and younger, Lieutenants, which resulted in his almost immediate selection by nearly all of the other Captains to become the new Captain of the 11th Division.

Angelo was happy with this position and took great pride of it, though he tended to handle it loosely, often being seen talking with the regular members of his Squad and going out with them, helping to dispatch Hollows even if he wasn’t needed, earning him more distinguished respect as he was seen to be a great warrior and ally to everyone who needed him, uncaring of their rank or division. Many theorized that he was the strongest Captain of the Gotei 13 at the time, though some believed this simply to be favoritism.

When there were no Hollow alerts, Delacroix could be found anywhere in Soul Society, helping normal souls with their daily lives or scouting out new recruits. Sometimes he even helped around the Academy, teaching primarily about Hakuda and Shunpo, two areas of combat he greatly specialized in. He never turned down a request for help and often aided those who didn’t even request it. His natural helpful personality and kindness granted him the nickname of Angelo Delacroix, which stuck on him quite well and many seemed to almost forget his real name in light of his “new” one, claiming it to be far more befitting of such a man.

Unfortunately, as fate would have it, his will to help others would be his undoing. On what was thought to be a routine Soul Burial for a loose spirit turned quickly into an unstable situation, the small group of Academy Students that had come to its aid were ambushed by several powerful Hollows.

Taking immediate action and sending his students to the spirit’s aid and then to Soul Society, Angelo took it upon himself to resolve the situation, and he did so easily, dispatching Hollow after Hollow as they attempted to take his life until a tear appeared behind him, drawing his attention for a mere moment as he realized it was a Garganta, but that little distraction was all that was needed as the remaining Hollows slammed into him, shoving him into the hole and through to Hueco Mundo, beyond the reach of Soul Society.

Awakening moments later, the Captain found himself completely surrounded by Hollows deep within the vast landscape, but most notably was the obvious leader of the group who had orchestrated the whole plan, an Adjuchas class Menos standing before him. Just as Angelo gripped his Zanpakuto and activated his Bankai, the creatures attacked without mercy and all became darkness.

Did he die and become a part of them? Was he eaten alive and somehow able to regain control? Did they die and he absorbed them within himself? To this day and forever more, Angelo will never be sure of how it happened exactly.

Through some sort of cursed miracle, he found himself in Hueco Mundo intact, but changed somehow. He wondered what had happened, but just as he began to dig into his memories, new ones flooded him, forcing a scream from his lips as his body throbbed with new power and his mind was wracked with thoughts and knowledge he did not wish to know.

It flashed in front of him, the memory of not only what had happened leading to the attack, but what had happened after it, after he had become the vile being he was forced to be for the rest of his life. He could see through his eyes, but it was different, the view, the colors, it was all…strange. He saw himself attacking his loved ones and soldiers, destroying many lives and wrecking Soul Society before suddenly returning back to Hueco Mundo.

He didn’t know how much time had passed since those memories, or even if they were real or not. He couldn’t stand it, he had to prove it was a lie and thus left for Soul Society, but upon his return, his nightmare had proven true. His family had been slaughtered and his Division was annihilated, their souls devoured by the Hollow within him.

He was discovered quickly and he tried to reason with his fellow Shinigami, to tell them what had happened, but everyone who would have defended him in the past were now dead or feeling betrayed by him, forcing him to retreat to the realm of Hollows.

As he traversed the empty world Angelo delved into his mind and powers, soon discovering that the Hollows that had attacked him had somehow entered into his body. As much as he hated it, as much as he refused it, he was now an abomination, a Vizard.

At first, Delacroix wished to kill himself, and tried, but the powers he had gained were vast and diverse, different ones preventing his extinction. Trying again and again, Angelo soon discovered why these powers would always activate, even if he tried to prevent it.

The Hollows were still thriving within him. At first, it was merely the powers activating of their own accord and the whispering doubts in his mind, but after soul searching himself for answers, he found them with the feeling of the multitude of Hollows deep inside him, laughing at him and haunting him, especially once he found out that two of them were actually the ones who had killed his sister, as a Shinigami and as a Human.

Whatever had happened, the Adjuchas class had somehow taken almost all of the other Hollows into himself more directly than Angelo, which quieted most of the other voices, but increased his power and made him much harder to control. When questioned on who he was, the creature simply replied Daemon Syn, an obvious paradox to Angelo’s nickname.

Deciding that he if couldn’t end his and the Hollow’s life, then he would keep to his original duties and eliminate the enemies of his home using his newfound powers, not just simply the Hollows, which he knew would always exist, but the more powerful threats, beings like him, the Vizard, and their antithesis, the Arrancar. If he had to die, he would do it while attempting to redeem himself, not by simply handing himself over.

Unfortunately, the Hollow within would not simply lay dormant and allow the Shinigami to have control of their now shared body and powers.

At least once a week the Hollow would randomly force control of the body and go on a rampage, annihilating anything near him and absorbing all nearby souls, growing in strength time after time. Attempting his best to keep the Hollow under control, Angelo would try to be in Hueco Mundo during the takeover, but time and time again, he didn’t make it in time and he awoke to blood stained clothing and a deep feeling of hate.

Knowing that if this was kept up for much longer, with the beast‘s power increasing at an almost alarming rate, Angelo knew he soon wouldn‘t be able to get back control of his own body. Swallowing his pride and rationalizing his decision, Angelo made a deal with his Hollow side, In exchange for no forced takeovers, Angelo would willingly release his body to Daemon for 24 hours every week, with no struggling whatsoever, allowing Syn to do as he pleased without resistance, and with complete secrecy, as the Shinigami would be unable to know what he had been up to during his control time. It was the closest thing to controlling the beast that he could manage, at least then he would know when the takeovers were about to happen and he could retreat away to Hueco Mundo, leaving the Hollow unable to so much as guess where the Captain had been.

The beast was unconcerned at first, not particularly caring for the deal as it believed that he could obtain plenty of time on his own, but a few weeks later, after one of his forced controls had been interrupted by Angelo, he suddenly agreed to the Shinigami’s proposition, taking him up on his offer with a strange arrogance. What had made the Hollow change its mind? Delacroix had no clues, but knew he had to accept it even if it made him incredibly uneasy.

Unbeknownst to the Shinigami, the Hollow had somehow found the Vizard Syndicate and joined their Council of Seven, taking on the number Five, apparently by his own choice as he had initially killed the number One. How or why is unknown to all save the remaining Council members, with many having been killed and replaced since that time long ago.

With his control back to at least some degree, Angelo began traveling in the world of the living more often, using the old Gigai he had left there years ago. There, he continued trying to help people, to make life better for anyone he could, and he soon became somewhat of a legend in the living world, a man with Hell and Heaven in each eye, traversing the world and helping those he could to save themselves.

Ages past and soon the warrior had done good for himself. While he never asked for it, he was often paid for his help, and through that, he was able to buy good clothing, food, and interesting objects, new pieces of technology that caught his interest. He soon found himself an avid lover of music and other pieces of culture, such as art and literature, though these were obviously harder to carry around compared to music.

As unfair as it was though, when Angelo was forced to live up to his deal, Daemon did nothing to help his reputation. He would destroy entire villages and towns to devour more souls and gain energy, but as terrible as this was, it was sadly just his secondary objective, as his primary reason behind these horrid attacks were simply for the fun they brought about.

For centuries, he has been like a phantom, drifting through Hueco Mundo and the Living Realm, saving those who he could, eliminating threats, and living his life, attempting a normal existence, though he knew it would never be such.

[Angelo]

Additional Info:
Talents:
Spirit Control: Due to Miratouei’s natural ability, Angelo has honed his ability to control his spirit energy at all times almost on a subconscious level. With minimal concentration, Delacroix is able to lower his power to seem no stronger than a normal Human, but able to raise it with astonishing quickness to his full power. It is a great talent that has granted him the ability to hide amongst the living for centuries and to surprise his opponents who foolishly come to the conclusion that he cannot become much stronger.

Hakuda: An almost lost art amongst Shinigami, Angelo has trained diligently in Hakuda in order to be able to surprise his opponent should they ever believe that the loss of his Zanpakuto will be his downfall. The spikes along his forearms and shins allow for even his missed attacks to harm his enemy, slicing through material and flesh easily, while he has also outfitted hidden armor into his boots and gloves to help serve his abilities to defend himself when using this method of combat. After the activation of his Bankai, Delacroix’s efforts in this area of battle proved to be even more beneficial, allowing him to master his powers even faster and become far more proficient in a short amount of time, becoming a true master of his Zanpakuto.

Hoho: While many Shinigami believe that mastering Shunpo is enough to grant them an advantage in battle, Angelo has trained in all areas of the Hoho, increasing every possible aspect of his self, including his reflexes and thinking capabilities, as well as his swiftness at casting Kido, attempting to make himself as fast of possible in all areas of his being; mind, body, and spirit.

Weapons:
Ryuujin: Always attached to Angelo’s left side is a black and bronze katana. The saya, ho, and tsukaito are a deep, solid black with a bronze flame decoration on the kashira and ishizuke. The top of the saya and tsuba resemble a bronze dragon with its wings spread, which, once the katana is pulled out of the saya, the main body of the dragon remains on the saya while the wings form the tsuba. The blade is sharp and smooth, a clean silver color. While it is a material blade, Delacroix is able to coat it with some of his spirit energy, giving it the capability to harm spiritual beings, though it isn’t quite as strong as an average Zanpakuto.

Accessories: Angelo always has a high tech phone hidden inside of one of his pockets, with microphones usually blaring music in his ears; mostly either Rock, Metal, or Classical music, all depending upon his mood.

Within another of his pockets, usually worn by Daemon or Angelo if the sun is too bright, is a pair of sunglasses. Chosen by Daemon, they are a black pair of the Oakley brand name and are of the “Unknown” type, the irony apparently too much for Daemon to resist.

The former Shinigami also wears a black cloth necklace with a Pentacle dangling from it. It was originally going to be a gift for his sister’s birthday, but unfortunately, he was never able to give it to her. The Pentacle has a Gold circle and Silver links, with roughly a 3-inch diameter. There is a stone at the end of each point for each element; Green Emerald in the bottom right for Earth, Red Ruby in the bottom left for Fire, Blue Aquamarine in the top left for Water, Yellow Topaz in the top right for Air, Purple Amethyst at the top for Spirit, and a Clear Diamond in the very center of the Pentacle for Perfection.

Fighting Style[/u]: Agile and strategic, Angelo’s fighting style revolves mostly around dodging the enemy and luring them into positions or areas where he would have the advantage, often thinking out tactics several paces ahead of what he is doing as he focuses his attacks on specific areas of the enemy’s body in order to weaken them, hoping to deal just enough damage and weaken them extensively enough to force them into surrendering. Delacroix tends to use his Zanpakuto, Miratouei, and katana, Ryuujin, in battle, though he can fight quite well without either of these weapons. Due to Miratouei’s powers, he tends to neglect using Spirit Energy attacks, especially his despised Hollow capabilities, but when he does use them, usually against weak opponents, his preference is that of Demon Arts, and those of Binding enchantments over Destructive spells.

Unfortunately, Daemon’s method of attack is much more aggressive, attacking not simply to weaken his opponent, but to taunt and humiliate them. Only when his foe proves themselves to be worthy of a true battle does he focus on the kill. He will apply more force to his attacks, increasing their power greatly as he attacks mercilessly, driving his opponent into a corner until he has gotten his “fill“ of them and they no longer entertain him, at which point he begins focusing on causing them great pain and nearly torturing them, literally bringing them closer to death inch by inch. Syn prefers to use the katana Ryuujin in a battle, or even to fight unarmed, before even touching Miratouei. When forced to use the Zanpakuto, he will keep it in its Sealed form for as long as he can, and if he is forced to realize that it is not enough, he will quickly activate its released Shikai form, and then immediately call out its Bankai name, transforming it into a more suitable weapon. Daemon rarely even bothers with Spirit Energy attacks, though on the rare occasion he does, he prefers his own Hollow Abilities over the Demon Arts, though he vastly prefers the Destructive arts over the Binding, unless he plans to torture his captives…

Zanpakuto

General

Name: Miratouei; Mirror Projection
Type: Kido.
Spirit Description: Miratouei is a pale young girl, standing at about five foot seven inches with a petite frame, who has soft violet purple colored curly hair that reaches down to just a few inches past her shoulders, framing her face and emerald green colored eyes. She is barefoot and wears a long, all white, kimono made of silk with a midnight blue dragon swirled around a sword on her back. Blue bands go down each side of her sleeves and sides. There is a large bow behind her back made of a solid blue silk and she has long silky white sleeves that cover her hands and almost going down to her knees when she stands straight.

Her personality is almost the same as Angelo’s, the base difference being that she is more like his inner mind rather than his outer personality. She does her best to perceive situations and analyze them, helping to point out flaws within their opponent’s strategies and abilities. When Daemon is in control, she often attempts to spy on him without either his or Angelo’s knowledge, but unfortunately the Hollow almost always catches her, which has caused his hatred of her to grow even more. Due to her hatred of Daemon, she purposefully weakens her attacks when he uses her and increases the amount of energy she absorbs, which, while it helps to protect him, or more precisely, Angelo, it also weakens his attacks even more, perhaps harming him almost as much as protecting him.

When the Shikai is activated, Miratouei grows two six-foot long white wings.

Upon initiation of Bankai, Miratouei sprouts four more wings, totaling six, and merges herself with Angelo, modifying his clothing as well as granting him her energy wings.

Whenever Daemon breaks away from Angelo’s hold and manages to take over his body, Miratouei’s appearance alters, her clothing becoming inverted as the pure white turns shadow black and the deep blue converts to blood red. When Shikai or Bankai are activated and Daemon steals control, or is even so much as attempting, it begins to affect the coloring of her wings. If Angelo and Miratouei are in full control, his wings are golden yellow or purest white, but if Daemon begins to struggle, they slowly turn a darker silver until becoming solid black, signaling Daemon’s complete control.
Sealed: Miratouei takes the form of a straight sword split into two 3 foot long, 1 inch wide, silver blades that are separated by a 1-inch gap between the two. The two blades connect at about one foot down the sword to form a single 2 inch wide blade for the remaining two feet of the sword, creating a small 1 inch wide “hole“ in the first foot of the sword.

It has a hand guard that forms a circle around the hilt, parallel of the sharp side of the blade. The right part of the guard resembles white angel wings, while the left part is modeled after black demon wings. The actual hilt of the weapon is 7 inches long, spiraled midnight blue and crimson red. At the top, where the wings “sprout” from the hilt, is a diamond-shaped gem, which is shadow black on the right half and purest white on the left.

The sheath of his Zanpakuto is always slung upon his back, the sword’s hilt over his top right shoulder. The sheath is onyx black covered with white runes and decorated with diamond shards, the band holding it a crimson red color with a silver cross-shaped buckle in the middle.

Mysteriously, perhaps through natural ability or a trained talent, Daemon is able to use Miratouei’s Shikai abilities without activating its form.

Spirit Absorption: Any concentrated amount of Spirit Energy that comes within a 5 meter range of Angelo is weakened by Miratouei’s natural ability to absorb energy, even in Sealed Form. The closer to Miratouei the source comes, the greater the drain is, with the greatest reduction occurring upon impact with the Zanpakuto in any of her Released Forms. The drained energy is used to help give greater strength to Miratouei’s attacks, as well as almost constantly regenerate Angelo‘s power reserves, though this does not apply to Daemon, the sword‘s spirit determined to make him suffer and work on his own. Unfortunately, the absorption ability also affects Angelo’s Kido and Vizard abilities, weakening them varying amounts dependant on the situation.

Shikai

Activation Phrase: “Flicker Miratouei!”
Appearance: Miratouei becomes a solid white color as it begins to meld together and expand, transforming into a 6-foot long quarterstaff as the light dims to pure black and then finally finishes as the weapon becomes translucent, appearing to be made out of solid crystal, radiating innumerable amounts of different colors when exposed to light. Due to all the Spirit Energy it constantly absorbs, the weapon is incredibly dense, the crystal easily assumed to be of a diamond-like nature, and breaking the Zanpakuto is nearly impossible.
Abilities:
Using the technique “Dividing Destiny”, Angelo produces two symbols to his left and right with diamond bits, the left colored blue and the right colored black with his spirit energy. Through careful manipulation of the emblems, Delacroix can send them after his opponents, able to use them as cutting discs and as a scattering projectile, exploding the symbols and sending energy encased shards around the battlefield. If given the chance, Angelo can also split the large discs into two smaller ones, creating four total, increasing their speed, but greatly weakening their final explosion.

Upon the order “Dazzle the Heavens”, Miratouei is enveloped in a radiant light just before it expels hundreds of sharp crystals, blasting forth in a long, wide, line in an attempt to impale his foes.

Angelo can call out the command “Glisten”, which causes the ends of the staff to elongate and bend, converting them into blades, the style of which is dependant upon Angelo’s focus.

With the instruction “Enchant”, Delacroix can create a small scale illusion around him, only able to extend 15 meters around him before dissipating. Using a strong amount of spirit energy, it is very powerful and realistic, but has a great weakness in that at least one part of the illusion appears as crystal, which, if noticed, is a dead giveaway.

Miratouei’s last activated skill is “Illuminate”, which causes a brilliant light to shine forth and temporarily blind any nearby foes within 10 meters of him.


Bankai

Name and Activation Phrase: “Kenranhouseki Miratouei!”; Dazzling Gem, Mirror
Appearance: Miratouei’s spirit form merges herself with Angelo, modifying his clothing as well as granting him her energy wings, increasing his amount of abilities, but primarily increasing his speed greatly while further strengthening his defense against Spirit Energy attacks.

Splintering into thousands of shards, Miratouei’s physical form envelopes the Vizard’s arms and legs, wrapping around them and clustering together to form a pair of clawed crystal gauntlets and greaves, a pentacle design appearing in the gauntlet’s palms. These armored weapons increase the power of Delacroix’s punches and kicks, grant more protection against Kido and other Spiritual attacks, as well as defense against actual physical attacks, and boosts his overall strength and speed.

If Miratouei has absorbed enough spirit energy, she is able to increase her crystal amount, materializing the energy wings upon Angelo‘s back, blessing him with new techniques, but at a heavy cost of power, as the Zanpakuto begins absorbing even greater amounts, tiring him out even faster.
Abilities:
“Fate’s Reflection” Ensuring that a Spirit Energy ability hits directly upon Miratouei‘s wings or armor, Angelo is able to reflect the attack back at the user, effectively defending himself and countering their strategy, though unfortunately due to her natural draining abilities, the reflected attack is reduced weakened by roughly 75% if impacted upon her armored wings, 50% strength if impacted upon her energy wings, and 25% if impacted upon her armor. Due to the simple fact that the attack must impact Miratouei, Angelo is forced to allow the spirit energy hit him, dealing impact damage to him. Unfortunately, Miratouei cannot reflect attacks if they hit from opposite directions, and continually returning attacks from a stronger source can drain her energy faster.

“Moonlight Mirage” Creating an immense full moon high above, a zone of 50 meters is completely cast in its light and filled with a dense amount of Spirit Energy, Angelo is able to make an elaborate illusion of practically anything he wishes, whether it be people, things, places, there are almost no limits to what he can convince the people within the area is around them, and with the high amount of Energy used, it is impossible to tell where he is actually hiding, providing him with a high level of stealth. Unfortunately, the weakness of “Enchant” is carried and due to the setting of the illusion, if it is used while the sun is out, the crystal is much easier to find, as it shimmers if not properly covered up.

Inner Hollow

Inner Appearance: Only seen in silhouetted form as of yet, the beast stands at 7 feet tall and is incredibly bulky, thick with muscle mass. The only visible traits of him are his glowing red eyes, always staring at Angelo and Miratouei.

Mask Appearance: A solid white mask with inch long spikes emerging from around the lower jaw line and a single large silver eye in the upper center. While many wonder how this would allow Angelo to see, this eye actually only sees Spirit Energy and allows for the tracking of targets much easier than with real sight. However, if this is somehow prevented or is simply unneeded, the eye can split into two smaller eyes and allow for normal sight. Daemon primarily relies upon the singular eye, while Angelo prefers the normalcy of the pair.

Full Hollow Mask Appearance (Single eye)

Mysteriously, whether due to the Hollow’s immense power or its level of control, whenever Daemon himself is the one dominating the body, he is able to extend the Mask’s power to other portions of the body, effectively transforming Angelo’s body into a Hollow. Thus far, however, only 61% of the entire body can be altered, anymore and it begins to have a strange reaction, the Hollow loosing its rationality and body becoming frailer.

Unfortunately, due to the strange nature of Angelo and Daemon’s “relationship”, Angelo is only able to bear his mask without penalty when Daemon allows him to do so, otherwise wearing it can cause Delacroix extreme pain, becoming more and more unbearable to his body, and psyche, with each passing minute as the mask further covers more of his face. Once it has forcefully passed the halfway mark, Daemon can obtain control with little effort and thus do as he pleases until Angelo manages rips it off.

Level Of Control: Level Two: A Vizard with level two can maintain control of their hollow abilities for 3-6 posts with a 3 post resting period after losing their mask before pulling it out again
Hollow Abilites:

Ability Name: Él Que Se Quema: “He Who Burns”.
Physical Manifestation: The complete form of Daemon’s mask will appear upon his face followed by the construction of two large floating wings in the area around him.
Description: This technique allows Daemon to change Angelo’s body and partially restore his Hollow Form, granting him greater control over his powers and abilities. The activation causes Daemon mask to grow back to its original state as two large armored spiked wings materialize and float around his body, able to be used defensively or offensively.
Effects: Grants Daemon easier control over his body and much more of his Hollow powers, as well as wings he can use as weapons or shields, but unfortunately this is taxing on his energy and makes the Hollow much weaker after battle.

Ability Name: Ala Llameante: “Flaming Wing”.
Physical Manifestation: Immense flames cover all of Syn’s wings, enabling him to attack with them or flap them together, sending out a large rush of flames towards his targets.
Description: Gathering all of his fire around his armored wings, Daemon can use them to temporarily attack with or “flap” them to cause a wave of wildfire to rush forth.
Effects: Increases the speed and power of his wings, as well as deeply burning, near incinerating, anything they touch or come near.

Ability Name: Día De Ceniza: “Day of Ash”.
Physical Manifestation: After spreading outwards, the flames ignite the area, making it almost impossibly to reach Daemon by land.
Description: Concentrating his Hollow powers, Daemon slams his fist into the ground and envelops it in flames, turning the entire battle field into an inferno, stretching outwards of up to 50 meters.
Effects: Deeply burns, if not flat out incinerating, anything it comes in contact with as it spread out and keeps at an intensely high degree of heat as it continues to rage.

Cero:: A very high level Hollow ability, a Cero, Hollow Flash, or “Zero”, is a charged blood red spirit energy blast able to be fired from various body parts, including the hand, finger, mouth, or tongue, with a great amount of strength.

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.

Shinigami Techniques

Name: Reverse Demon
Number: Unknown.
Incantation: Unknown.
Effect: This technique nullifies an opponent's movement by hitting them with a perfectly opposite surge of energy.

Name: Six Rods Prison of Light
Number: 61
Incantation: Carriage of thunder. Bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six.
Effect: Summons six thin, but wide, beams of light that slam into a target's midsection, holding them in place.

Name: Waste Flame
Number: 54
Incantation: Unknown.
Effect: Completely incinerates a target.

Name: White Lightning
Number: 4
Incantation: Unknown.
Effect: Fires a concentrated bolt of lighting from the caster's forefinger.

Mirror Door - It creates a glass-like barrier which is difficult to break from the outside, but quite simple to break from the inside.

Shunpo / Flash Step - A movement ability that allows the user to move faster than the eye can follow.

Additional

Other Characters: None.

[Angelo]

Roleplay Samples:
The haunted spirit barely had time to react as the energy was thrusted inside of it, its mind blank, its body tense, but then it came, what it had hunted for so long. Power.

Burning, like fire, but with the intensity of lava, the feeling of hotness spread around its flesh, giving the sensation of melting around its face, causing a shrill scream to escape from its lips, cracks appearing along its mouth and shattering, allowing the beast to open its mouth as it roared to the heavens, its eyes opened wide in shock and pain, falling onto its knees with arms limp along his sides.

All around its pearl white mask tiny cracks began to appear, not on the mask itself, but on the skin surrounding it, cracking deeper and further, spreading around its head and slowly across its neck, down along its shoulders and arms. From each splinter and crack, fracture and rupture, blinding white energy shined through, illuminating the area around the transforming Hollow.

Thanatos’ scream rung through the air constantly, its intense volume able to resonate even the deafest ear. Slowly, as the fissures ran their course, his arms raised up to his mask, gripping it tightly as cracks finally began to appear upon the shell, black energy leaking out as it crossed his forehead, seeping out like a slow mist as his hands pulled at it, the veil slowly lifting from his face, but mysteriously it seemed as though his skin was being pulled with it until gaps began appearing, like strings breaking after being stretched too tightly.

As the last threads of skin began to split away from the mask, the white rifts reached the last few untouched areas of Thanatos, his body shining with energy as the black mist continued to flow from the mask. Finally, with one last scream, the remaining threads snapped off entirely and the cover was destroyed, shattering in the Hollow’s grasp and falling to the ground, glittering like bits of diamond, just as his very body flashed with brilliance, illuminating the area he resided before pulling in the light, absorbing the very particles that mysteriously lighted Hueco Mundo and engulfing the surroundings in darkness before exploding, the black body of the former Hollow descending from his form as his armored wings dissolved, falling to the ground around him, laying in chunks.

Breathing hard, slumping forward with his face against the ground, the shards of his mask, bits of his body, and fragments of his wings began to gather, swarming to one core point and building tighter and tighter together until the energy convulsed, spreading outwards in a strange, yet magnificent fashion, reforming the remnants of the ex-Hollow into a blade.

Slowly bringing his arms up and placing his palms against the dirt, Thanatos pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, raising his head and looking up, blinking for a moment before he realized what was blocking his view of the faux sky above.

Leaning onto his knees, the newly formed creature touched the long almost threadlike fibers, their color dark and absent of light, as black as his former body had been. His fingers brushing against a soft surface, smooth and soft, almost spongy. A smirk crossed his lips as he looked down upon his new body.

Slowly standing up on his legs, the creature looked down at where he had been laying, seeing the glimmering blade laying before him. Reaching down and picking it up, he held it high as he examined it, a wide grin showing his clear pleasure.

Pulling the blade down to his level and swirling it around his hand, waving it, feeling its weight before gripping it tightly, Thanatos turned for the first time to the one who had granted him this power and new form.

“Thank you Cain.” Spoke the newly formed Arrancar, bowing his head slowly.




~


Daemon simply looked at the girl as she went on, a slight smile upon his face. She was a bit rash, but that was a good quality more often than not. Definitely befitting a leader of outcasts. He watched the way she moved and her energy fluxing, seeing what her body language could tell him, but without actually seeing the body, it was a bit tougher than he thought it would be. Still, blinding himself to her was the best way to go about this.

“I do not mock your training, no not at all, but keeping the situation in mind at all times is a lovely way of making sure no mistakes happen.” Syn remarked, his voice still calm, but a hint of softness was added to it, as if in an attempt to keep the conversation at a lower level of volume. “Of course you have thought this through, only the dumbest of fighters don’t think out at least one battle strategy, and you do not seem the type to rely on only strength.”

Daemon held the stone up, examining the interesting way energy just vanished as it came into contact with the stone. Clicking it shut, he put the case back in his shirt over his heart and zipped it up once more. He looked back at the girl and noted her Zanpakuto in her hand, pointed at him. It took nearly everything he had not to move closer to her and examine it, the energy was strong, almost as strong as the one in his, but yet it was so small…There was a big desire to change his eyes back to normal, just to see what this pencil sized Zanpakuto actually looked like.

“The best laid plans of mice and men often go awry.” Quoted Daemon before grinning slightly. “Granted you are female, so you stand a better chance than them, there is still a chance. Also, who is to say your plan is the best plan? Do not take this into offense, but it is in all truth a liable question. I am not attempting to usurp you, do not take it that way, but there may be a few secrets I know that you don’t, whose to say?”

The ancient Vizard studied Rider’s energy for a moment, finding it interesting that he barely sensed any pure Hollow energy. Either she had completely and totally suppressed her inner Hollow, or it had yet to attempt an attack on her psyche…The more and more he paid attention to this girl, the more interesting things he discovered and the more he couldn‘t wait to see how things played out. He refused to take a back seat to all of the events coming, the lines that would be intersecting soon, but he had to be calm about this or else he may cause her to view him as a threat and that would be the end of the entertainment.

“I have little to no doubts in your ability, and I am sure that this shall play out to be very interesting to say the least, and so I was wondering if I could join you in the upcoming war, this dance between Shinigami and Vizard? I can promise you, I would be no anomaly you have to wonder about working to coup d’etat as I can say that you are one of the more interesting performers and would be dearly missed from the stage. I will simply do what I can and further your power. Think of me as a manifestation of that blade you hold, an instrument of getting your message out and eliminating obstacles.” Stated Daemon, turning his full body towards the young girl and focusing his sight on her, his voice soft, but stern, giving it a feel of elegance, power, and confidence, but no trace of arrogance. “So, Rider of the Wave, would you care to dance across Seireitei together?”


~


Appukuten slithered in front of Zirv as he walked. Even though the tri-headed snake could not actually come into contact with anything, it weaved and dodged anything that made movement towards it, as if preparing itself for a surprise attack that was to come. Every couple of feet, the serpent would glance behind it to its master, hissing at him for a brief moment before moving once more.

~Impatient today are we Appukuten?~ Mentally asked Zirv as he stepped through the empty halls.

He had been traveling down empty halls the entire day, specifically choosing them to avoid a commotion as he knew that he was going to be nothing more than eye candy today, something that people would stare at and think to themselves, most, no doubt, would be hateful of the warrior for “stealing” their position. If he saw too many people gawking, he knew he would become true candy, giving them a taste of the strength this fighter held in his soul.

Subconsciously, or perhaps consciously in one small part of his mind, Jeax was heading towards the most powerful energy in the area, the Captain of the 11th Division. He had never met her before, but the rumors were abound, though almost all of them were about her looks, how she could stop a Hollow in its tracks if she just angled herself the right way.

Sighing softly, Zirv looked up at the ceiling, feeling his head already beginning to hurt. While he was human, with needs, thoughts, and wants, no different from any other, he could at least focus on what’s truly important in a society such as that of Soul Society. He had heard nothing of her power, and only that her Zanpakuto was truly beautiful in Shikai form, a fact that he had only learned from a few women.

Feeling the energy just ahead of him, Appukuten immediately stopped as they readied to round a corner, the snake returning to its master and slithering up his body, wrapping its tail around Zirv’s waist and raising its heads up, one above, one to the right, and one to the left, surrounding the former Lieutenant’s head, hissing softly, as if whispering to its owner in his ear.

Turning around the corner and heading for the room that currently housed the owner of the energy he sought, a voice rang out through its open door.

"My, my... If it isn't Jeax Zirv… My name is Sakurazaki Reira, Captain of the 11th division. It's a pleasure to meet you." Spoke a soft, female voice.

~Hmm, blooming of cherry blossoms, or perhaps, decoys?~ Murmured Zirv within his mind, a slight smirk upon his lips as he turned into the room, noticing the Shinigami before him, turning to his side and noting the woman sitting on a chair and looking at him, the one who possessed the energy he had been seeking. Within seconds his eyes honed in on hers and focused, blocking out the rest of her as for now, he wished to learn about her, not her body. “And the same to you I assure you.”

His eyes flickered for a moment, looking to the others in the room. No doubt they were 11th Division members, probably none too pleased about his selection. While he was respected by thousands of Shinigami, it were only those who had been under his command and seen the abilities of the death god, almost all others were spiteful of him, as the rumors of his tactics and disobedience had spread like wildfire.

Turning back to his newest Captain, he was caught off guard for a moment, as a memory flickered deep within his mind. Closing his eyes and shaking his head, he opened his eyes again and looked her in the eyes, their deep brown making an easy hold to latch onto. His mind barely wondered for a moment as to explain the sudden disorientation, but he deemed it unnecessary, she could blame it on her looks if it pleased her, for now he had more important matters to focus on.

“I understand that you are in search of a new Lieutenant and that was the reasoning for my summons?” The swordsman questioned as the heads of Appukuten learned forward, examining the girl from mere inches away before pulling away and looking to the surrounding Shinigami, baring their fangs slowly, as if daring them to attack.


~


A soft ringing resounded through the area as Angelo drew his blade in preparation of the Hollow strike. He was well trained in Hand-to-Hand Combat, but if his Captain thought this was a bad area, then it would be best to start out strong. The Zanpakuto was strange for a Sealed form, not only concering its hilt, but more importantly the edge it bore, the start of the blade being split into two and fusing together near the middle, giving it a two-pronged fork appearance. Staring at it as he held the sword before him, glimmering in the sunlight, a thought that often plagued his mind bubbled up once again.

What type of foe is such a blade designed against?

A normal Sealed form was often just a sword, normally nothing special about it short of guard shape or colorations, but the blade was plain with few variations. His was split in two for half the blade’s length, and while that didn’t exactly impact his ability to kill Hollows, it most certainly brought about the question of a “special design” that most unique Sealed forms had almost in mind, but for what design was his suited? Very few weapons had that style, and most were all for a single reason, to catch an attacker’s sword, but Hollows didn’t use swords. Was he destined to be specialized in combat against Vizards or Arrancar? Perhaps renegade Death Gods? Or maybe, the prime theory that Angelo feared, maybe it was the Gods’ way of telling him he was destined to turn against his friends and family, to be a threat to everyone he held dear?

He couldn’t even guess what its Released forms would look like, if they would reveal yet another shape of questionable nature. The colorations, the hilt, the guard, the actual blade, it all gave nothing away to its possible Shikai or Bankai forms. The only good guess that anyone had is that it might be some sort of Trident or dual-pronged spear, and even that was a slim guess.

His split eyes flickered for a moment as his mind came back to focus on the task at hand. He had zoned out for maybe a few seconds, but to him, it had felt like an eternity. His Zanpakuto always felt like it controlled his Destiny, dwelling on it often shifted his perception of time. Flipping the blade around in his hand and gripping it tighter, he looked to his Captain and nodded.

“I’ll be sure to make you proud.” He said with a slight grin, his eyes looking to the side of the building as he sensed the first Hollow approaching rapidly.


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His eyes were focused on the edge, but only barely as his mind wandered. Slowly, but quickening, Delacroix’s right foot began tapping against the rooftop. One would have thought him impatient, but if they approached close enough, which due to the volume wasn’t very close, they would hear the reason.

*I don’t need your forgiveness, I don’t need your hate, I don’t need your acceptance, so what should I do?*

The music rang out from his ears, their vibrations fluctuating the air around them. Though the music deafened him, and many would consider that a weakness, it forced Angelo to focus on his ability to sense Spiritual Energy, a skill he knew he had to perfect. He wasn’t stupid though, he knew that this could still become a deadly situation and was prepared to disable it if he was forced into a handicapped fight.

*I don’t need your resistance, I don’t need your prayers, I don’t need your religion, I don’t need a thing from you!*

Practically the instant the lyric broke, almost as if on cue, a large Hollow soared up the building and looked down, its mask split in two with an open mouth, sharp teeth ready to tear Angelo apart for his spiritual power.

The beast was covered in a deep red fur and possessed four large muscular arms, its mask covered in black stripped lines, almost like jail bars. It landed hard barely 10 meters in front of Delacroix and roared before rushing forward, its feet stomping loudly with each impact as its hands turned to fists.

Pushing off with his left foot and dodging to the right as a fist came towards him, Angelo swerved around and slashed through the tainted soul’s wrist, only cutting halfway through before a second hand came for him, forcing the young Shinigami to push off into the air.

Glowing eyes of the Hollow followed the Soul Reaper even as screams of pain forced their way out of its mouth, its third arm reaching out and grabbing the mid-air warrior by his Hakama, flipping him upside down and smiling wide as it pulled its arms up, reading to grab and tear apart the Death God at its first opening.

~And this, ladies and gents, is why I don’t care for the uniform!~ Growled Delacroix’s mind as he reached up to his sash, pulling on it and undoing his clothing.

Its snack falling through the air towards the ground, leaving only a shred of its outfit within its grip, the beast thrusted all three of its remaining hands towards the soul, screaming out as Angelo’s sword dived into the flesh of one of its many palms, pulling on the blade and moving himself up as the others rushed passed him, swinging around and onto its arm, pulling the blade out and swirling, cutting the beast’s mask just below its eyes, a death cry blasting forth as the top of its head was sliced through, blood gushing and painting the roof below them.

Jumping off its arm and onto the ground, Angelo pulled off the rest of his uniform, sneering slightly as he tossed it to the ground with the rest as it fell from the creature’s grasp. Flicking his blade clean of blood and then glancing over his regular clothes to make sure they weren’t too badly ruffled to restrict him, Angelo’s eyes looked to the cursed soul.

~It must have been newly formed, any beast that size would have been a much harder fight if it had time to get used to its newfound strength and size.~ Thought out his mind, reflecting on the beast.

Within seconds his attention was pulled away as another Hollow got close enough for him to care, his eyes watching the ledge for a brief moment before a hand reached up and grasped the edge, a loud cry resounding into the air. Spreading his feet out and leaning down as he brought his Zanpakuto to his side, gripping it tightly, Angelo prepared for the next threat.


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[Angelo]

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Hearing his Captain’s note through a break in the music and taking it as a cue to take them out as faster, Angelo didn’t even await the Hollow to pull itself up onto the ledge to avoid the chance of counterattack, pushing off with his foot and rushing towards the edge, his Zanpakuto skidding across the rooftop as he ran. Reaching the edge just as the beast raised its head, its bone white mask with a red spiral design upon it, Angelo swerved his right foot in front of him and turned to his side, skidding hard as his arm snapped forward with the motion, throwing his Zanpakuto straight into its forehead, forcing out a scream as cracks reached outwards from the impact point, right above the center of its eyes, its grip lessening upon the building.

Propelling himself to the edge and slamming his foot against the monster’s mask, cracking it even further, Delacroix pulled his blade through the side of the Hollow, shattering its veil and sending it falling to the streets below as the Shinigami turned around, eyes flicking to the various Spirit Energies converging upon him.

Picking the closest one, the Death God rushed to the opposite ledge and was taken by surprise as a large onyx black Hollow with deep blue hues along its skin, thickly muscled legs clad with 5 talons each, and black membrane wings flew up into the sky, screeching loudly as its beak-like mask twisted to look at the warrior, its golden eyes focusing in on him.

The Soul Reaper looked up at the creature, backing up slightly as it turned itself around completely, pulling up its two long black legs before bending down and soaring for the Shinigami, its keen eyes centering on him as its body dropped from the skies. Growling to himself slightly, Angelo’s mind searched for a strategy against this flying haunt, devising the best way to bring him down to ground level, if not completely finish him off.

Gripping his blade tightly, Delacroix once more launched it towards his foe, but this cursed soul was quicker to react, its talon feet quickly jerking forward, hitting the blade on its side and sending it flying back, several meters behind Angelo.

His trick having worked, the officer smirked as he crouched down, bending his knees low to the ground before propelling himself up the instant the beast’s legs moved towards the blade, moving through the air and grabbing onto its ankle, Delacroix pulled hard on it, yanking it closer to the ground as his feet swept upwards, slamming hard into its leg, a hard cracking sound echoing outward as the bone snapped.

Angelo’s head swung back as his attention was diverted for a moment, a 3rd Hollow jumping on top of the roof and roaring towards the sky above, its crimson eyes glaring fiercely at its competition for pray. It was a dark green color and strong, very muscular, but still retained a mostly humanoid shape. Its pearl white mask streaked with jagged yellow lines, almost as if lightning itself had attempted to fell the brute.

The winged foe attempted its best to keep its altitude, but the dive that it was already entered into and the added wait of the Soul Reaper prevented its adjustment from succeeding, the creature falling towards the earth like a comet as it slammed into the ground, Angelo dropping seconds before impact and rolling as the fiend skidded along its pathway, its wings tearing and ripping, its roar echoing as it crashed.

Slowly getting up as the ogre-like Hollow smirked, its mask making a loud cracking noise as what could only be described as its lips moved wider. Lifting up its large arms yellow streaks appeared along its entire body like veins, pulsing softly, again, again, again, again, pumping through the creature’s immense body. Slamming them down quickly and hard, the ground beneath its large fists turning into a crater around them, lightning suddenly sparked along the ground, racing towards Angelo.

Surprised by the ability of the Hollow, Angelo pushed off with his left foot and dived to the side, the bolt roaring passed, Delacroix crying out as a trace of the electricity hit his foot, spreading through his body before going back to the ground.

Biting his lip and getting up from the ground, the unseated Shinigami looked at the blackened ground that marked the lightning’s trail. The beast was indeed powerful, if he got a direct hit, he could very well knock the warrior out. Worse yet, Angelo’s ears picked up on a mysterious sound that his eyes confirmed to be something he was dreading. Slowly, but surely, the winged Hollow slowly began to pick itself up, the beak of its mask snapped off and cracks spread through along it, weakening it, but not enough to full on kill it. Even in its weakened state, its mask damaged and leg broken, it still presented the problem of a dual challenge.

His body sensing, mind searching, eyes roaming, Angelo finally found his Zanpakuto, barely 2 meters behind the Ogre, with the flyer roughly another 5 to the blade’s right. Of all the times to know Flash Steps, now was when he wished he had the power to pull it off the most. Seeing the monster raising up its arms once more, Delacroix leaned down, his mind attempting to plot out a strategy to take on lightning and win.


~


Bolts screamed along the ground as they targeted Angelo, the warrior pushing off with his feet and leaping over the bolts, landing on his feet with his knees bent, eyes focused solely on the elemental Hollow.

The fighter had taken a gamble, hoping that this lightning was still bound by the laws of its natural counterpart, and having won, the battle had quickly turned into a game of timing and movement, having to jump over the bolts and at the same time keep moving forward towards the creature.

Suddenly feeling his Captain’s spirit energy bursting for a few seconds, Delacroix was pleased to see that he wasn’t the only one whose attention was caught as the lightning Hollow turned slightly, its eyes focusing on Takero.

Taking the distraction for what he could, the Soul Reaper dashed towards the monster, jumping into the air as its attention came back and slammed its fists unto the ground, lightning ripping along the earth towards Angelo, but it was too late as the warrior came down from his leap, his boots slamming into the shoulders of the beast, ramming it into the ground. Gritting his teeth as the impact pulled the arms out of their sockets, Delacroix tightened his fists as they were brought back, slamming them down again and again into the mask of the creature, its roar permeating the air as more and more cracks began to appear upon it.

Noticing the flyer once more out of the corner of his eye, Angelo pushed his foot against the thunder beast’s mask and shoved off, cracking it further, hitting the back of the winged creature with his hands and using it to push off again, diving even further as the monster was shoved to the ground, grabbing onto his Zanpakuto’s hilt as he rolled across the ground.

Stopping his roll with his feet and hand, pressing against the ground firmly, the Death God’s eyes flicked between the two, making sure neither had had enough time to prepare a counterattack before rushing forth once more, stabbing the electric fiend through its back as it began to stand, its cracked mask falling to pieces as it moved. Pulling the blade from its body and slashing through its neck, the Hollow was eliminated as its head separated from its body.

Moving towards the flyer, Angelo nearly took his time as he approached it, stabbing it hard through the neck, then slashing upwards, splitting its mask in two and purifying it. Glancing around, he sensed more approaching Hollows, but for the moment, they were too far away to be an immediate threat, the recent closest ones having been dispatched by his Captain.

~He wasn’t kidding when he called this place really bad, even if they weren‘t powerful the shear number of them could prove deadly, especially if they got halfway smart…~ Muttered Angelo’s mind, his music blaring through his ears.

Taking a deep breath and trying to relax for the brief moment of peace he had received, Delacroix gripped his Zanpakuto tightly, the silver blades gleaming in the sunlight as he awaited more cursed souls to liberate.


~


The mask covered his entire face, crimson red eyes shining in their holes, surrounded by blackness, giving him an eerie look as he scanned the darkness of the night atop a house, his mouth agape and breathing hoarsely. He had been waiting there, unmoving, for what seemed like forever, staring into the void of night, sensing for other presences, not truly taking an interest, but biding his time until his opportunities would be at their greatest peak. Slowly the two eyes began to close as the mask expanded, covering them and opening a third hole, this one in the center of his forehead, revealing another eye, larger than the others.

The eye moved around the mask, completely free of any “restraints”, reaching down to his chin, swerving round almost to his ear, then once more returning to the center of his forehead, sensing, waiting, picking out the best it could find for its need.

And find the best it did.

The mask cracked, small splinters falling to the ground below as its teeth bared themselves, a soft hiss spreading outwards as the lips formed into a sadistic smile.

Kneeling down on his feet, bending his legs, his arms limp in front of him, the beast pushed off hard, soaring through the air and landing hard onto the ground, two small craters forming around his feet in the concrete before he pushed off again, the two growing larger till they combined into one.

Landing on the soft ground much lighter this time, he took off through the park, the wind whipping around him as his eye stared straight ahead, staying on its target even as the body moved, its eye adjusting to each directional movement until finally no obstacles blocked his way to his prey, a soft chuckle vibrating the air.

The creature, the beast’s target, had no time for avoidance as it turned to the intense power approaching it. Before its eyes could even focus and recognize the attacker, a hand slammed into the monster’s face, grabbing onto it tightly and pushing back, ramming it down into the ground as legs descended upon its shoulders, breaking the bones within them, leaving its arms limp, and forcing a scream from deep within the Hollow before a second hand grabbed its throat and squeezed, crushing its windpipe, leaving it gasping for air that just would not come.

Pulling hard on the Hollow’s mask, the creature’s gold eyes stared wide as cracks began to form around the edges, snapping louder and harder until finally a segment broke off, revealing a portion of a human face. For a brief moment, the human actually looked relieved, breathing hard and looking around, but then his eyes focused on the creature above him, recognizing the mask upon its humanoid head, his blue eyes beginning to shine with terror as the beast bit the mask he had been wearing not moments ago.

Once the chunk of mask was devoured, the beast looked down and smiled wider, the human screaming loudly as the creature’s hands disappeared with the speed they moved at, grasping onto other chunks of the mask, ripping them off and devouring them, piece after piece, until only one remained covering the human faced Hollow’s lower jaw. Smirking devilishly, the monster ripped it off, the defeated creature screaming out as its body dissolved into millions of particles, the Vizard devouring the last hunk of mask and feeling its power surge through him as the particles followed down his throat.

Daemon despised eating normal Hollows, Menos and Arrancar being the only true souls that evenly slightly satiated his insatiable hunger, but unlike Hueco Mundo, they were a rarity here in the Living Realm and he could not leave for his preferred meal, not right now. He needed to stay incase his target, his true prey, revealed themselves…Vizards, or Shinigami at least, are what he wanted, to increase his powers further, but they were harder to find alone and easy for the taking. He wasn’t in the mood for a fight tonight, no, he wanted something interesting to happen, something to meddle with, that was his only entertainment as of late. Battles had become a bore, too weak of enemies were the only kind that showed up, truly interesting ones hiding or not bothering to come within his reach. It was almost unfair..

Standing up and breathing out, a fine white mist escaping from his lips, Daemon’s eye searched the area. He wished to eat no more with the strongest Hollow’s soul already within him, but he wouldn’t pass up an easy target if another was near.

Unfortunately, he discovered none even close to him, and thus his eye sunk into his mask and the two holes for his normal eyes opened once more as the mask crumbled away, leaving only a small patch on his forehead, covered by his hair, his appearance almost completely human save his eyes and the hidden chunk. His shadow encircled golden eyes looked about as he started walking through the park, awaiting something interesting to occur for his entertainment.

[Gahrok]

That was a very well written app and I'm glad we have a good writer as our first council, however there are a few things that need to be adressed. First off you didn't mention in your history how or when you became council and that is perhaps the most important thing that needs to be explained within a council members history.

The rest is done quite well but your abilities need a fair amount of toning down. Your shikai is amazingly strong, the first two parts I have no problem with but the second two are simply a little overboard for shikai. If you want to keep your blinding an illimination ability you definetely have to weaken them significantly. Its just too much to make someone fully blinded and without a limit on how long, if you said it made them partially blinded for a short time then I could accept that. As far as the illusion, for being one of many abilities it should not be nearly impossible to break out... or even so impossibly realistic.

Lastly theres your bankai. As it stands it has the potential to be godly in its strength. I'd say your illusion needs to have some weakness, beacuse it being impossible to break if far too powerful. And about your armor, I'm not 100 percent clear on the concept but I don't think that all attacks should be reflected, that is far too strong. Perhaps what you should do is have all attacks weakened to a certain degree, and something like your wings or a certain part can deflect spirit attacks if they are of a certain strength.

And the last thing is, unless I'm mistaken... you haven't listed here your phase of hollow control. That needs to be done, you can start at phase 2 as a council member and I'd reccomend it. Usually I'd also have to give you hell for not using our template but you seemed to have your app written quite clearly and articulately this way so no worries there.

I enjoyed reading it and can see your a good rp'er, so lets see those changes adressed and get you rp'ing!

[Angelo]

Okay, let's run through this lol

History <> To be quite honest, I was hoping that I would be able to reveal that through interactions with people? I explained WAYYYY more in my History than I already wanted to, a man must have SOME mysteries about his past, ya know? lol I hinted at it in my Personality and a few lines in my History. If you reread it, maybe you can spot what I'm talking about? I want to make some of it a surpirse/twist, you know? If you still want me to include at least a few things, let me know.

Blinding <> I thought I had made it temporary lol, but anyways, now it is lol

Illusions <> Gave weaknesses. *Cries* Aizen has no weakness! lol jk jk (I'm sure they'll figure one out sooner or later anyways)

Armor/Wings <> To be honest, I believe you are reading that wrong. 1st, not "all" attacks can be reflected, only Spirit Energy attacks. 2nd, They ARE weakened, by Miratouei's natural ability and the impact upon her. In fact, if you fire a Cero at me, depending on WHERE it hits Miratouei, it can be weakened up to a MAX of 75% power when it is fired back at you, meaning it is only 25% as strong as when you fired it at me. Also, yes, it IS reflected back, but if I punch you in the face and you somehow manage to "bounce" my fist back at me, the fact is, I *still* hit you in the face, so even though I reflect the Spirit Energy attack back at you, it still hit me, just not as hard as you intended.

Hollow Control <> Yes, I did list this. Perhaps you skipped over it? IDK, but it is there *Nods*

Template <> Actually, it IS your Template to be honest lol, I simply added my own sections. I was going to put them in the "Additional Information" area, but with the way I split this CS into 5 parts, I would have had to split it into 6, so I had to put them in other places.

Thank you ^_^ The changes have been made.

[Gahrok]

Alright so the changes to your abilities all look to be in order. And yes, unfortunately I would like you to at least put a brief, even vague, mention of how you came to be a council member. I understand you'd like to develop some plot twists and secrets however If you vaguely introduce it I'm sure it won't give it all away, and unfortunately It's important for me too see how you became a council member. As you said, a few things will suffice. And your right, I missed the hollow control but found it this time (yay for ctrll f).

Now as to your armor, I understand now that it reflects rather them completely parrying, but this is something you will have to specify in the description as well. Just to make things clearer and set in stone. Also I'm still seeing it to be a tad strong seeing as how you also have your powerful illusion, there needs to be some weakness to this armor or I dont see people having much of a chance against you if they use spirit attacks. Perhaps you can add something like a weakness from close range? Just give it that small addition of some way for spirit attacking foe's to have a bit more of a chance and we are all good. I get your punching anology, its just that the insinuation of something being reflected is that its initial attack is also weakened, especially if its an attack that cuts. If you were to say you reflected a long raged cutting attack I would assume it would not have cut through your armor, correct? Though it still may have had some impact.

Anyways those are my only two remaining concerns. Everything else looks perfect.

[Angelo]

I added a mention of becoming Council, though I think I might have made it too vague, I still want to at least try and see if its good enough lol

Also, added a weakness to Fate's Reflection.

Hopefully it'll work lol

[Gahrok]

Alright a few questions, and I really am sorry to drag this out but I'm working my harrdest to make sure no abilities have the potential to be exploited for god-moding. Is there a point at which a spirit attack wuld be too powerful to be reflected by the armor? Do direct physical attacks such as zanpaktou slices have a much more potent affect then spirit energy as they cannot be reflected or is the armor also very physically reflective? I'd like for there to be sum limiter, perhaps on the amount of reflection... like just a quick mention that if someone is his equal or higher it would be difficult to continually reflect ALL of their attacks completely. You did add the part about impact and that was good. Also I'd like to know how the armor would fair against the close ranged non-spirit attacks of a zanpaktou.

Oh and the history is sufficient.

[Angelo]

Its alright, I understand, I'm just anxious lol

Power <> Honestly, I am not sure. I guess if they are of a higher ranking than me (The "Class" thing you guys have set up), then it would be harder for me to reflect, like a 50/50 chance, and if they are 2 ranks higher, then I would struggle to reflect, roughly 25/75, will that work?

Physical <> No, this is one of the things I attempted to clarify. Physical attacks canNOT be bounced back, only Spirit Energy attacks, such as Kido spells. The armor acts as normal armor concerning physical attacks, it simply helps protect me, nothing more, and given that only my arms and legs are protected, that leaves plenty of other "open" areas if they can hit me.

Limit <> As I mentioned above, yeah, I can put that no problem.

Melee <> Hmmm, it is VERY dense with Spirit Energy, so it would be able to take a lot of punishment (Remember Kenpachi talking to Ichigo about how that works?), but, depending on the strength of my foe, it would probably begin to splinter after a while, especially if hit in the same area (If I'm blocking with it a lot for example).


Oi, the only thing I don't like about all this is that it gets me so close to flat out stating the weakness of my Zan lol, it wont be long before people start guessing.

[Gahrok]

Ok now that I have you on record clarifyin those things... ... you are free to go my friend. I'm sorry to make you come close to stating your weaknesses, but It's something I'm applying universally. We decided we were going to poke and prod until we were sure that everyone's ability's were not infallible... because that would take the fun out of battles!

-Accepted, enjoy your freedom!