Post by kensei on Jun 27, 2010 3:12:48 GMT -4
Arrancar
Name: Thor
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, Known to be over 300 years old.
Ranking:Prodigum (Around Cuatro Espada Strength )
Number: None (Former Nueve)
Base Type: Vastro Lorde
Physical Description:
Thor is one of the tallest Arrancar around, standing at 6’5 he towers above some of the Espada. He has a very commanding presence, simply because he is incredibly broad. Nearly twice the breadth of an average person, and with massive arms and legs to back it up he often gives off a larger then life appearance. His physical appearance is only amplified by his sullen facial features. He seems to have a nearly permanent scowl on his face, except when he is either in a fight, or playing one of his instruments.
His facial features are very pronounced, from his long square jaw to his high and sharp cheekbones to his set back eyes which glow a deep gold. His forehead is wide and smooth, and atop his head rests a long slicked backed jet black hair. Coming down the sides of his are long black side burns which end at his jaw, right where his mask fragment begins. His only remaining mask fragment is a long single strip running the length of his jaw, looking like a chin guard of sorts. It is roughly an inch wide and bears a single thick black stripe that moves across it in a lightning patter.
He almost always wears his Kosode over his black tee-shirt. On the back of his Kosode, is a golden crest which looks like this, it is about seven inches with the top at the top edge of his mid back, and ending at his low back. Directly above it is a far larger crest, made in gold. The crest which looks like this is the largest he has on his Kosode. It reaches from the bottom of the shoulder blades to the edge of his neck, the large spike wings wrap around his arms, ending right at the peak of his biceps mass. Under his black Kosode is his tee-shirt, and on it covering the entirty of his back is a single golden crest(One on the left). On his black Hakama is a single golden mark on both sides of his thigh. The crest starts just under his hip and reaches down his sides to his knee. For his shoes he wears a worn out pair of black combat/mountain climbing boots he got on his first trip to the human world after the Horror Vacui took over.
Personality
Thor is a fighter at heart, there is nothing he enjoys more in life then a good brawl. He often times spends his days sparring with the other arrancar, or when they grace him with accepting his offer, the Horror Vacui. Which brings up something, Thor doesn’t believe in just jumping an opponent and forcing him into battle. He will almost always lay down a challenge, and give them time to prepare. Be it a few minutes to stretch and warm up, or a few days to heal from existing wounds. He will even agree to some rules, like a no death spar, or no releases, whatever his opponent thinks will either give him an advantage, or even the playing field.
The only time he really ignores this rule is when, either he is being attacked, or it is a planned assault. Like say if the Horror Vacui attacked Soul Society, he would just do battle with the Shingami he found instead of giving them the chance to prepare themselves. Occasionally he will sucker punch someone just to remind them of what the average enemy would do to them, though that is generally when he is sparring with a weaker opponent as he often times will train the lower members of the Arrancar. His philosophy to the higher-archy of Los Noches is that the stronger every member is, the stronger the Arrancar are, and the stronger he is. His allies are an extension of himself, and being able to count on them in battle is the same as being able to fight that battle with several copies of himself, and often times better as they make up for his many weaknesses in combat.
He is a proud man, but he is also aware of his own limitations. While he would never run away from a battle, he is capable of going in recognizing that he may very well lose this fight, but such knowledge only strengthens his resolve to fight as hard as he can and see what his limits truly are. He loves to fight a loosing battle, believing that every time he puts his life on the line he grows as a fighter, and learns something new about his own body. It was this reason that drove him to Los Noches and the Arrancar, and to serve the Horror Vacui and accept them as the leaders of Los Noches. By following them he feels like he is guaranteed the chance to fight strong opponents he otherwise would never have met, and truly gauge himself as a fighter and as a person.
As mentioned before, Thor thinks nothing of helping others, and often relies on them. He is known for his kindness and willingness to help others rise to the top, and because of this he has a very loyal following amongst many of the Arrancar, especially the weaker ones he often times defends from there stronger and more brutish members. While none of them are members of his Fraccion, it does give him a lot of sway amongst the Arrancar, and him being a member of the Prodigum has in some small way helped the Arrancar as a whole accept the Horror Vacui’s leadership.
While he hold no real grudges against any of the other races, he does think the Shingami are an arrogant bunch unwilling to even try and understand the intricacies of the Hollow and Arrancar they so passionately hunt down. He believes they are blinded by the false ideology of their predecessors and are unwilling to see the creatures of Hueco Mundo for what they really are. They are an evolved race, as capable of thought and rational as the Shingami, and yes, every bit as power hungry as they are. The Arrancar, Hollows, and Shingami alike all hunger for power, and greater importance. It was born into them from the human lives they led, and it has tarnished all of the races. A fact the Shingami need to understand, before passing judgment with there “holier then thou” attitude.
To Hollows he generally tries to leave alone, very few are worth fighting, and the ones who are he usually lets live so he can face them again. In some ways this has stunted his growth in recent years, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t still partake of the occasional Menos or Vastro Lorde and add that strength to his own. He likes to spend some time with the Menos, and watch as they struggle to evolve from the near mindless state they are in, into the consciousness of a Vostro Lorde, and the dominant personality that would arise from it. He has even gone so far as to adopt and brand a few of them, just to watch there progression threw the herd. Watching them makes him wonder about his own beginning, and just what life he led, and how he survived the life of a Menos when he was at such a stage in his development, however long ago it may have been..
He is a man who also has a bit of a softer and more refined side to him. His room in Los Noches is littered with the books of the greatest philosophers the world has ever known, from Socrates to Ayn Rand, Aristotle to Schopenhauer. He loves the subject, and likes to debate it from different perspectives given what he knows about the actual state of the human soul, and what happens after death.
Another one of his pastimes is playing instruments. He loves music, and in his room he has two cellos, a violin, and a piano. He has written several symphonies, though given his state, he has never actually heard one be played, much to his own sadness. It is his hope that one day he may be able to live on Earth for some small time and actually learn to conduct music, and play his symphonies in front of a large audience, but that is but a dream for now.
History:
A hand reached up, dabbing the blood soaked hair that ran down the ox shaped mask that covered the head of the mighty warrior. His vision was blurred; he looked up and saw a man with the mask of a serpent poised and ready to strike him. He stood up and faced the man before taking a stance out of instinct as he looked at the strange one. The masked man attacked him, but found the strength of his opponent to much to withstand far too quickly. The masked one looked at him half begging to be sparred and asked. “Who are you?” The ox’s response, “Thor.”
This was Thor’s first memory, one of instant conflict and a weaker opponent. Upon the sand filled world of Hueco Mundo. His mind remembered not how he got there or the life before, flashes are all he sees and no sense do they ever make. His life now filled with opponents to gauge himself against, read now the story of Thor.
His mind was set from that first blow he landed on the Serpent man. He was to find out all he could about this world and the creatures that inhabited it, and to find the strength inside his body and release it to its full glory. And so he searched, for power and knowledge. Months and years, he did not know a measure of time; only how to talk and how to fight. He fought often, and killed many, those he sparred where those who gave him information about the world he lived in and what to find.
Eventually one told him of the place of Hollows, the lower beings that all come from before ascending to his current state; a hollow, a Vostro Lorde. He left this one alive, and went to the forest these beings lived. He traveled passed many rocks, through endless sand until he managed to find a way into the forest. There he found his first friend in his life, Ghale, the friendly neighborhood Menos Adjuchas.
Ghale was smart, and he taught Thor much. The passage of time, the life he most likely had before of being a feral beast savage and desperate for souls and power as all where at that stage. That he had most likely lived hundreds of these things called ‘years’ before ascending to his current position. And of the power of Los Noches, a area where beings called arrancar’s lived, those who used weapons instead of fists and did not wear full masks. He taught him of Shingamis and Humans, of ceros and ballas. Him and Ghale stayed together for dozens of years before Ghale became a Vostro Lorde and they headed out to gauge themselves against the forces of Los Noches.
The shinning white beacon of chaos in the midst of the sands of Hueco Mundo, Los Noches he had been told this palace was called. The city of those who wore part masks and ruled with an iron grip. His friend Ghale had told him as much information as he could find about this place. Had Ghale been stronger they would have left for it dozens if not a hundred years ago. But now Ghale was strong enough to hold his own against the forces of Los Noches. Here Thor’s might was to be gauged truly for the first time in his life. Here he found his most worthy opponents.
The air was thick with tension and pressure for both Ghale and Thor as they approached the fortress of the Arrancar. Ghale was the perfect complement to Thor’s monsters strength; he had speed and agility three times that of Thor if not more. They where known for protecting heads of Gillian on many occasions, and keeping some peace in parts of the forest. Now this team where to bring there might to the Arrancar.
As they approached four struck out against them, two went for Thor, the other two went for Ghale. Ghale with his snake like moves and palm fighting techniques defeated his opponents after several series of blows Thor on the other hand was a bit quicker about it. As the two went for his front and back of him he turned quickly and reached out each hand grabbing them by the wrist and throwing off there stabs with his long reach. He pulled them closer to him before letting go. His right knee connected with ones ribs while he backhanded the other in the face sending him to the ground bleeding. The other one went to get back up but met a quick kick to his face. None where dead, because none where a challenge. Hordes of Arrancar’s started to come out and swarm the newcomers when Thor stepped up.
His big booming voice was heard clearly by all as he issued there challenge. “Those of you who are the strongest in might, and fastest in speed step forth and fight us. We come to gauge ourselves against your best, do not waist our time and yours.” Two stepped forth, One who had the number 1 tattooed on his head and one who bore no numbers but two swords connected as one. “Which of you is the strongest in might and which is the fastest in speed? And what are you called?” He asked and received a answer from only one. “I am Taza, fastest in speed. The other is Lyina, our strongest.” Neither of them had suspected Ghale and Thor to be a match for them and thus did not resurrect. “I shall be your opponent Taza.” Ghale said before floating into the air. “We should give each other room to fight. Also if we can avoid it lets keep this strictly a spar, no deaths today.” Taza agreed and Lyina nodded. And with that Ghale headed off, and Thor and Lyina left as well.
About four hundred yards away from hueco mundo Thor and and Lyina would do battle. Thor took his stance and Lyina took hers, Lyina made the first move. She put much of her power into her first kick to his face, confident it would end him, but shocked when he blocked it and smashed his giant fist into the back of her knee sending her to the ground. He went to kick her in the head but was stopped as she grabbed his leg and lifted him in the air before throwing him into a small boulder.
Lyina was now serious and Thor was ready to give it his all. He picked up the boulder and threw it at Lyina with all his might; naturally she dodged but couldn’t help but watch it as if flung with unnatural speed towards Los Noches. But it was an opening she shouldn’t have made as his iron fist met her face and his bronze knee said hello to her ribs as she fell to the ground. She responded by upper cutting him in the face sending him about a foot into the air but no more as she kicked him in the gut before soindoing behind him and smashing her knee into his back. There fight went on like this for ten minutes, exchanging blow after blow after blow until finally Thor was brought to his knees in defeat. Lyina was damaged badly, but was still standing at the end of it. Thor asked if he and Ghale could join the ranks of the Arrancar and she gladly took them before the royal family after they had both been cleaned up. Taza and Ghale seemed to have a similar level battle when they met up with the two again.
Thor took the position of Nuevea Espada a week after joining the Arrancar ranks, and Ghale content with serving Thor as always joined his Fraccion. They where a different breed, they didn’t struggle for new numbers like the others, there strength was proven to all. They gauged themselves often enough against the best Arrancar in Los Noches and hollows that came to show they where indeed strong. They trained hard and never left there strive to better themselves, and one day they met there strongest foes.
The battle for Los Noches was no there concern, those who could fight the espada where fighting them already, those who could not had the entire arrancar to fight. There was nowhere the two of them could gauge themselves against the invaders in a one on one.. And so they where content to let the armies gauge themselves without there intervention. They sat in Thor’s chambers as the battles warred on outside, something which would have been bad for the two had the battle not taken a surprising twist.
Ghale and Thor sprang to there feet as the new and powerful riatsus flew into Los noches and vanquished friend in foe. Quickly they repelled the invaders and corralled there allies. Thor and Ghale left his chambers as it quieted down and went to the meeting and watched as Death ended the previous ruling line, a week and pathetic excuse for a ruler in Thor’s mind..
Two days later after much of the commotion had died down Thor and Ghale approached the Horror Vacui, calmly and respectfully. “Ask we, who amongst you are the strongest in might and the fastest in speed. We ask so that we may request a duel to gauge you as our new rulers and ourselves in a non lethal and respectful duel.” Two approached them, one a massive fellow who seemed to be twice as big as Thor, the other a girl with “Who are you two, who has the audacity to challenge us?” “I am Thor, and this is Ghale. We come with all the respect we can give in this challenge. I take it your are the strongest in might? And the other fastest in speed?” Fury looked at him curiously before looking at Death who simply nodded as if giving the ok to agree to this challenge. “We are. I am Fury and this is Victim. We shall duel here.”
Ghale and Thor both activated there resurrections to bring them to there strongest levels as they prepared to fight the two. Victim made the first move, she struck out towards Ghale and made her first set of attacks. Ghale managed to dodge the first two by ducking under a punch and a sliding under a kick but was defeated when Victim’s other foot caught with his jaw as he slid, sending him the other way. She then slammed her foot into Ghale’s throat before he moved but a few inches away, crushing his windpipe. She then proceeded to kick his body into the air, before he was a foot off the ground she slashed into his chest with here Tanto style blade before grabbing him by the neck and throwing him against the wall to clear the area for Thor and Fury. Ghale fell limp against the wall; though Thor could feel his riatsu assuring him he was still alive. Victim simply nodded to Fury before standing back next to Death.
Thor gulped a bit before focusing on Fury. He surpassed all the espada in raw strength, but Fury was going to be something so much more. Fury came at him with speed he didn’t think he would have, it matched Victims completely. The downward blow to his face was so much stronger then anticipated as well. Even released Thor already knew he was no where near his strength. Thor managed to stay up from the first strike but the knee that contacted with his gut sent him into the wall. He got back up, to everyone’s surprise. And to boot a big stupid grin on his face that was covered in blood. Fury seemed to sigh as he dashed Thor again, but when his fist was caught in Thor’s iron grip he was almost stunned. Though his arm was quickly gaining over Thor’s, Thor went for a punch with all his might, however Fury caught it, however Fury was pushed back to the extent of Thor’s arm reach, a good three feet. Fury went for a knee, but Thor blocked it with his own leg, causing his skin to break along with his pants by the blow, but blocked it none the less as well as the next punch he threw.
Fury pushed him into the wall, but Thor stood against it and pushed back, the end result was the wall breaking apart and them flying into the next. Thor gave it all his might and managed to push Fury back, if only a inch before his arms caved and his other leg split open under the tremendous strain. His hands where crushed against the wall form the pressure Fury had been using. Even the floor around him was cracked. Thor was spent, he fell to the ground barely conscious enough to watch Fury walk back towards The Horror Vacui before falling unconscious.
Thor woke up in the Arrancar Hospital with Stitches sighing. The Arrancar doctor who despite the fact that she looks no older then twelve and her mask fragment makes an eye patch with a pink # (number sign) on it was older then Thor knew to be. She was standing over him with here hook and thread Zanpakuto and started swinging it around. “I HAVE HALF A MIND TO KILL EVERY CELL IN YOUR BODY AND YOU COULDN’T DO A DAMN THING ABOUT IT IN YOUR STATE!” Thor was about ready to accept death before she jumped on him and started to cry. “stupid!” Ghale shook his head as he walked over to the two and said. ‘Hurry up and fix the baka. I think he might want to see whats going on.” She did so quickly before walking with Thor as the Horror Vacui had started the construction of Los Noches. Thor looked at Ghale and nodded as he left to go help. Thor went down to one knee and hugged Stitches who he thought of as his little sister. “Thank you for taking care of me. Im going to go see if I cant help alright.” She whipped a tear out of her eye and said ‘fine’ before slapping him as he left, in slightly torn clothing.. He had been out for a days time, and in that time it had all changed so much. The Arrancar where working together to improve things, a strong hand had seemed had finally come to Los Noches, and the beast that resided in it was finally going to be trained properly.
Later that day Thor invited Ghale, Victim, and Fury over for tea, food, music, and a game of cards. Thor looked at Fury and said. “Why don’t you remove your helmet and have some with us.” “No reason.” He said and continued on with playing cards as they ate and drank. “Fury.. We where wondering if we could join the ranks of your, oh what do you call them; Prodigum? I would be honored to be allowed to follow you.” Fury looked at him before saying. “And Ghale?” Ghale smiled before saying. “I follow Thor, always have always will.” Fury nodded, before saying. “Sure. Call.” Fury won that game with a royal flush.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
None
General:
Appearance:
Thor’s hammer is small, roughly two feet long and has a massive metal head that looks as if someone glued three cinder blocks together. It is wrapped in leather and hangs on his waist, it somehow never manages to come off during a battle unless he takes it off..
Resurrecctión
Mjöllnir! Beinbrotum þessa fjötra að bæla okkur!
(Mjöllnir, fracture these chains that suppress us)
Armor/ Appearance:
Thor undergoes very little actual physical transformation when he resurrects. One of the only major differences is that the black strip which runs the course of his chin guard like mask fragment turns a deep crimson red, and he has a visible increase in muscle mass.
Abilities:
Super Strength:
Imagine for a moment, a fire spitting v16 making 1,200 horsepower and 1,100 pounds of torque, the imagine that this massive engine is actually Thor's arm, and you should be able to get a clear mental picture of the sheer ferocity behind each punch. To say that Thor was strong in this state, would be like saying Jager is a twinge odd, or Yun kinda quick. It doesn't convey the true power and ability he holds. The only true testament to his might would be the fact that he was capable of physically pushing back The Fury, a man so shockingly strong that he is only bested by Death himself. At nearly three times the physical might of his previous state, there isn't any amongst the Espada who hold a candle to him in that regard.
Now this power is not without a price. Being so overly powerful, comes with an ability that is overly draining. Within minutes this monstrous state will drain Thor dry, eating away at his relatively low riatsu reserves. (He can keep the technique up a grand total of five post per topic, and seven for the main arc.)
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
[Arrancar only]
Cero:: High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers. Thor’s is a pitch black cero.
[Menos, Arrancar, & Vizard only]
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
[All hollow possess this ability, though the appearance of the ability differs according to a hollow's strength]
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.
[Arrancar Only]
Negacion:: A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
[Menos class and Arrancar only]
Pesquisa:: The ability to sense and track spiritual power
[All hollows may possess this, though the strength of this ability depends on the strength of the user]
Sonido:: Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
[Arrancar only]
Gran Rey Cero:: It looks much like a regular black cero, only it has for red tendrils that seem as though they are constantly penetrating the top of his cero when he is charging it. When fired the cero is decent size, about six feet in diameter and quite devastating. One thing to note however is that the red tendrils seem to lash out from the cero like lightning, slashing across in a violent fashion at anyone within ten feet of the cero. And while they are not nearly as deadly they can cause bad burns to those who meet the crimson bolts.
[Menos, Arrancar, & Vizard only]
Clarification of strengths and weaknesses:
To make things simpler I decided to just explain and justify Thor’s physical strength as well as give a clear gauge of his power.
For starters, physically Thor is on par with the strongest of the Espada in raw physical strength, if not slightly above them. In resurrection that strength is only multiplied, and the gap only grows substantially.
In terms of speed, Thor is on par with the bottom most of the Espada, maybe able to keep up with the Diez Esapda (Assuming that when that spot is filled he is of average capabilities in speed) or the speed of your average Vice Captain. He is able to fight with the other Espada, but like he has a clear advantage in strength, he is obviously lacking in speed compared to others his level.
He also does not have nearly the Riatsu reserves of the other Espada. For example, if the average Espada uses 10% of there Riatsu on a Gran Rey Cero, the same task takes Thor roughly 15% of his own. Obviously meaning he simply doesn’t have the stamina of other Espada. (Though this is slightly counter acted by his almost zero dependency on Riatsu based attacks)
Other Characters:
Kensei Vizard Member
Sagara Zurri Fourth Seat Six Divison
Taza Dos Esapda
Roleplay Sample:
Sagara walked into the Captain’s meeting room for the first time in his life. Four of the Captains where already there, along with the Commanding General and his Vice-Captain. He had been in the presence of Captains, and the Commanding General a few times before, but never had he been there as a fellow commander. Sagara Zurri, fourth seat of the Sixth Division, acting Captain.. Sixth Division had been devastated in the attack on Hueco Mundo, and the following explosion of the tower. Sagara himself had been wounded in the explosion. Not only that, he could feel there power, he was use to have one or two around, even fighting, but as more captains came in the combined weight of there naturally flowing riatsu was enough to make Sagara feel pressured, and maybe slightly dizzy.
He grabbed the back seat as he waited for the meeting to begin, no details had been given to him, but he figured it was pretty big for the Commander General to summon a meeting like this. Sagara counted the higher seated soldiers that where still around in the Sixth Division. Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Ninth seat where ready to go. They might be limping, but Sixth could provide support for any of the other divisions. He didn’t want a fight right now though, he didn’t want to lose anymore of his friends; even if most of them didn’t think of him as there friend..
One would have expected the fact that Sagara was involved in a Captain’s meeting to elevate his ego, and normally they would have been right. But right now the bitter taste of the reality that Sixth Div was it was weighing him down more then any riatsu.. Soul Society was being held together by the remaining Captains holding a tough face and an iron grip. But Sagara could see how close it was to snapping.. He had to keep Sixth Division together no matter what, the real pressures of being a Captain where on him, even if he was just keeping the seat warm until they decided who would replace Captain Yamato..
Another sigh escaped his lips as he looked down and waited for the meeting to start. His mind wondered to who would be the replacement, and how things would change in the division. How they would stay the same, and what course Soul Society, and the rest of the worlds head from here.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
The warning bells sounded as the main hanger of the armor division went up in flames. Vance was about to swipe his card to use the main elevator and go home as the attack happened. He slid his card into his pocket before pulling out his custom 45. Which sat in a chest holster. He started running full blast towards the stealth division armory, when a hollow ran in front of him. He pulled his pistol up and fired a full clip into his head. The hollow dropped dead and Vance loaded another clip into his pistol before continuing on as other started to head near him. He went around a wall before firing another clip at two more coming his way. “Yeah! Lets park at the armory division so we can drive the car another minute! GREAT,” He paused as he fired off the last two shells. “IDEA!” He finished as he slammed in his last clip and continued towards Stealth division. He turned sharply, jumping on top a wall then jumping off it to keep his momentum up. Two combat squads turned the corner and Vance did a home run slide towards them before ending up prone with his gun towards the corner as two more Hollows came running towards them. The squad dropped them before Vance could get off clean shot. Vance jumped to his feet before saying. “It’s a full invasion! Im lucky to have made it this far without running into anything strong.” The squad leader nodded before telling Vance to head to the armory. Like he needed to be told.. The squad continued on, but by the screams he could tell they didn’t get the same luck he had..
He made it to the armory, short on ammo and breath but alive. He suited up as quick as he could and gathered all his ammo and gear, and more ammo for his pistol. He holstered his pistol in favor of his custom sniper rifle. He ran back towards the armor division, meeting up with three different combat squads on his way there. It was a different seen now, defensive had been set up, dozens if not hundreds of squads where present, armor, stealth, combat, ordinance, and a few scientists where handing out some new tools to a few people. Areas had been sealed off and it looked like they where a real military force. Vance joined with the other snipers in finding vantage points to shoot past there guys.. He sweated inside his suit as his spirit scanner went crazy. This was the real deal.. “Out of all the days I’d work an all-nighter.. This would happen..” He said as he put his finger on the trigger..
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Taza wasn’t planning on this, the Horror Vacui had launched a full scale assault everywhere. Any fool could see it coming, but it had happened much faster then he had imagined, they had brought so many to the fold so quickly it was hard to believe. Even Taza had to agree they where quite the capable rulers.. No one had ever brought together the Arrancar and the hollows like this before. In the six thousands years he had lived he had never seen anything like it.
He sighed quietly as he hovered over Tokyo. He would be drinking right now, but he needed to be sober right now. He needed to adjust his plan, the shingami where never going to ally with him and those that wanted to get rid of the Horror Vacui if they started killing everyone and everything, which is what they where doing. They had started a full scale war against the Shingami. And battles where taking place all around Tokyo, but not by the Arrancar.. The horror Vacui had done something.. OR it was just a major coincidence, something he didn't believe in anymore.
He had left the scene of the major battles in Tokyo, if he was truly needed then he would go. But for now he needed to think, and devise a new way to take back Los Noches. Damn, it was all going wrong..
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Kensei ran out of the grocery store that he worked out as he felt the presence of countless arrancar’s and hollows come into Tokyo. His manager was shouting in the background, but Kensei didn’t hear him. He pulled his knife Zanpakuto out of his boot and exited his Giga before flying towards the church. An half dozen humans surrounded him as he neared the Cathedril. They all had a decent amount of Riatsu, some even activated powers that formed as weapons. “Lend me your fists, Kazuno!’ He shouted as his hands become encased in a solid blue metal gauntlets.
He took the position of a boxer as the first three rushed him. He grabbed ones arm while moving out of the way of his thrust before pushing his sword into the gut of the one that attacked him from behind before slamming his fist into the others skill and grabbing the thirds zanpakuto and blasting him with the purple energy that came from the palm of his hand. The energy blew off one of the Human's cheek before Kensie round house kicked him in the face taking off his jaw. He Shunpoed behind one to his right and grabbed him by the head before breaking his neck. He shot the others five times in the head with his Kuro-seishou power, killing them.
“Humans that are that weak attacking us?” That wouldn’t have even killed a Gillian.. But he didn’t have time to ponder that as he ran inside the Cathedral. In front of him was Menos and four other humans with swords they had been pumping riatsu in to make fake weapons. He could feel his fellow Vizards fighting across Tokyo. He hopped the other Humans where as week as the ones he had just fought, otherwise this was going to be a tough battle..
The purple energy swirled around his hands as he activated shitsunen genkotsu (oblivion fist) technique and Shunponed in front of the Menos. He swung down with his fist, however the Menosmet his punch with his arm in a block. What the Menos didn’t count on was the massive force that sent him to the ground. Kensei did a three follow up punches to his face, cracking his mask off and starting rip apart his skin and break his skull open as the other four leaped into action.
Kensei spun around before doing a upper cut to one, which caused him to slam into the roof of the Cathedril. He spun around before noticing the familiar feeling of a blade slicing across his chest. He hissed in pain before slamming his fist as hard as he could into the Human's skull sending him trough one of the pews. The other two circled him cautiously, before one attempted a strike, Kensei Shunpoed behind him and slammed his fist into his back, breaking it before his fist met with the blade of the other, shattering it. He followed up with a punch to the Human's chest sending him into a pillar before his right fist slammed into his skull, cracking open his face. The one that was sent into the pews started to get up, Kensei raised his hand before charging his beam, sending a fully charged Kuro-seishou at his chest, pushing him across the Cathedral. After a few seconds kensei stopped the beam, revealing a charred chest of the human, his skin was burned off in places, allowing one to see charred bone. The smell of burnt flesh clung to the church and Kensei let out a sigh before discharging shitsunen genkotsu. He walked over to the Menos, the last one alive. He slammed his foot into his cracked skull, breaking it open and slamming his foot and the skeleton under it through the Menos's brain. “Whos next.” He said taking off his shirt and wrapping half of it around the wound across his chest. Where was the medics when you needed them?
General Info
Name: Thor
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown, Known to be over 300 years old.
Ranking:Prodigum (Around Cuatro Espada Strength )
Number: None (Former Nueve)
Base Type: Vastro Lorde
Physical Description:
Thor is one of the tallest Arrancar around, standing at 6’5 he towers above some of the Espada. He has a very commanding presence, simply because he is incredibly broad. Nearly twice the breadth of an average person, and with massive arms and legs to back it up he often gives off a larger then life appearance. His physical appearance is only amplified by his sullen facial features. He seems to have a nearly permanent scowl on his face, except when he is either in a fight, or playing one of his instruments.
His facial features are very pronounced, from his long square jaw to his high and sharp cheekbones to his set back eyes which glow a deep gold. His forehead is wide and smooth, and atop his head rests a long slicked backed jet black hair. Coming down the sides of his are long black side burns which end at his jaw, right where his mask fragment begins. His only remaining mask fragment is a long single strip running the length of his jaw, looking like a chin guard of sorts. It is roughly an inch wide and bears a single thick black stripe that moves across it in a lightning patter.
He almost always wears his Kosode over his black tee-shirt. On the back of his Kosode, is a golden crest which looks like this, it is about seven inches with the top at the top edge of his mid back, and ending at his low back. Directly above it is a far larger crest, made in gold. The crest which looks like this is the largest he has on his Kosode. It reaches from the bottom of the shoulder blades to the edge of his neck, the large spike wings wrap around his arms, ending right at the peak of his biceps mass. Under his black Kosode is his tee-shirt, and on it covering the entirty of his back is a single golden crest(One on the left). On his black Hakama is a single golden mark on both sides of his thigh. The crest starts just under his hip and reaches down his sides to his knee. For his shoes he wears a worn out pair of black combat/mountain climbing boots he got on his first trip to the human world after the Horror Vacui took over.
Personality
Thor is a fighter at heart, there is nothing he enjoys more in life then a good brawl. He often times spends his days sparring with the other arrancar, or when they grace him with accepting his offer, the Horror Vacui. Which brings up something, Thor doesn’t believe in just jumping an opponent and forcing him into battle. He will almost always lay down a challenge, and give them time to prepare. Be it a few minutes to stretch and warm up, or a few days to heal from existing wounds. He will even agree to some rules, like a no death spar, or no releases, whatever his opponent thinks will either give him an advantage, or even the playing field.
The only time he really ignores this rule is when, either he is being attacked, or it is a planned assault. Like say if the Horror Vacui attacked Soul Society, he would just do battle with the Shingami he found instead of giving them the chance to prepare themselves. Occasionally he will sucker punch someone just to remind them of what the average enemy would do to them, though that is generally when he is sparring with a weaker opponent as he often times will train the lower members of the Arrancar. His philosophy to the higher-archy of Los Noches is that the stronger every member is, the stronger the Arrancar are, and the stronger he is. His allies are an extension of himself, and being able to count on them in battle is the same as being able to fight that battle with several copies of himself, and often times better as they make up for his many weaknesses in combat.
He is a proud man, but he is also aware of his own limitations. While he would never run away from a battle, he is capable of going in recognizing that he may very well lose this fight, but such knowledge only strengthens his resolve to fight as hard as he can and see what his limits truly are. He loves to fight a loosing battle, believing that every time he puts his life on the line he grows as a fighter, and learns something new about his own body. It was this reason that drove him to Los Noches and the Arrancar, and to serve the Horror Vacui and accept them as the leaders of Los Noches. By following them he feels like he is guaranteed the chance to fight strong opponents he otherwise would never have met, and truly gauge himself as a fighter and as a person.
As mentioned before, Thor thinks nothing of helping others, and often relies on them. He is known for his kindness and willingness to help others rise to the top, and because of this he has a very loyal following amongst many of the Arrancar, especially the weaker ones he often times defends from there stronger and more brutish members. While none of them are members of his Fraccion, it does give him a lot of sway amongst the Arrancar, and him being a member of the Prodigum has in some small way helped the Arrancar as a whole accept the Horror Vacui’s leadership.
While he hold no real grudges against any of the other races, he does think the Shingami are an arrogant bunch unwilling to even try and understand the intricacies of the Hollow and Arrancar they so passionately hunt down. He believes they are blinded by the false ideology of their predecessors and are unwilling to see the creatures of Hueco Mundo for what they really are. They are an evolved race, as capable of thought and rational as the Shingami, and yes, every bit as power hungry as they are. The Arrancar, Hollows, and Shingami alike all hunger for power, and greater importance. It was born into them from the human lives they led, and it has tarnished all of the races. A fact the Shingami need to understand, before passing judgment with there “holier then thou” attitude.
To Hollows he generally tries to leave alone, very few are worth fighting, and the ones who are he usually lets live so he can face them again. In some ways this has stunted his growth in recent years, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t still partake of the occasional Menos or Vastro Lorde and add that strength to his own. He likes to spend some time with the Menos, and watch as they struggle to evolve from the near mindless state they are in, into the consciousness of a Vostro Lorde, and the dominant personality that would arise from it. He has even gone so far as to adopt and brand a few of them, just to watch there progression threw the herd. Watching them makes him wonder about his own beginning, and just what life he led, and how he survived the life of a Menos when he was at such a stage in his development, however long ago it may have been..
He is a man who also has a bit of a softer and more refined side to him. His room in Los Noches is littered with the books of the greatest philosophers the world has ever known, from Socrates to Ayn Rand, Aristotle to Schopenhauer. He loves the subject, and likes to debate it from different perspectives given what he knows about the actual state of the human soul, and what happens after death.
Another one of his pastimes is playing instruments. He loves music, and in his room he has two cellos, a violin, and a piano. He has written several symphonies, though given his state, he has never actually heard one be played, much to his own sadness. It is his hope that one day he may be able to live on Earth for some small time and actually learn to conduct music, and play his symphonies in front of a large audience, but that is but a dream for now.
History:
A hand reached up, dabbing the blood soaked hair that ran down the ox shaped mask that covered the head of the mighty warrior. His vision was blurred; he looked up and saw a man with the mask of a serpent poised and ready to strike him. He stood up and faced the man before taking a stance out of instinct as he looked at the strange one. The masked man attacked him, but found the strength of his opponent to much to withstand far too quickly. The masked one looked at him half begging to be sparred and asked. “Who are you?” The ox’s response, “Thor.”
This was Thor’s first memory, one of instant conflict and a weaker opponent. Upon the sand filled world of Hueco Mundo. His mind remembered not how he got there or the life before, flashes are all he sees and no sense do they ever make. His life now filled with opponents to gauge himself against, read now the story of Thor.
His mind was set from that first blow he landed on the Serpent man. He was to find out all he could about this world and the creatures that inhabited it, and to find the strength inside his body and release it to its full glory. And so he searched, for power and knowledge. Months and years, he did not know a measure of time; only how to talk and how to fight. He fought often, and killed many, those he sparred where those who gave him information about the world he lived in and what to find.
Eventually one told him of the place of Hollows, the lower beings that all come from before ascending to his current state; a hollow, a Vostro Lorde. He left this one alive, and went to the forest these beings lived. He traveled passed many rocks, through endless sand until he managed to find a way into the forest. There he found his first friend in his life, Ghale, the friendly neighborhood Menos Adjuchas.
Ghale was smart, and he taught Thor much. The passage of time, the life he most likely had before of being a feral beast savage and desperate for souls and power as all where at that stage. That he had most likely lived hundreds of these things called ‘years’ before ascending to his current position. And of the power of Los Noches, a area where beings called arrancar’s lived, those who used weapons instead of fists and did not wear full masks. He taught him of Shingamis and Humans, of ceros and ballas. Him and Ghale stayed together for dozens of years before Ghale became a Vostro Lorde and they headed out to gauge themselves against the forces of Los Noches.
The shinning white beacon of chaos in the midst of the sands of Hueco Mundo, Los Noches he had been told this palace was called. The city of those who wore part masks and ruled with an iron grip. His friend Ghale had told him as much information as he could find about this place. Had Ghale been stronger they would have left for it dozens if not a hundred years ago. But now Ghale was strong enough to hold his own against the forces of Los Noches. Here Thor’s might was to be gauged truly for the first time in his life. Here he found his most worthy opponents.
The air was thick with tension and pressure for both Ghale and Thor as they approached the fortress of the Arrancar. Ghale was the perfect complement to Thor’s monsters strength; he had speed and agility three times that of Thor if not more. They where known for protecting heads of Gillian on many occasions, and keeping some peace in parts of the forest. Now this team where to bring there might to the Arrancar.
As they approached four struck out against them, two went for Thor, the other two went for Ghale. Ghale with his snake like moves and palm fighting techniques defeated his opponents after several series of blows Thor on the other hand was a bit quicker about it. As the two went for his front and back of him he turned quickly and reached out each hand grabbing them by the wrist and throwing off there stabs with his long reach. He pulled them closer to him before letting go. His right knee connected with ones ribs while he backhanded the other in the face sending him to the ground bleeding. The other one went to get back up but met a quick kick to his face. None where dead, because none where a challenge. Hordes of Arrancar’s started to come out and swarm the newcomers when Thor stepped up.
His big booming voice was heard clearly by all as he issued there challenge. “Those of you who are the strongest in might, and fastest in speed step forth and fight us. We come to gauge ourselves against your best, do not waist our time and yours.” Two stepped forth, One who had the number 1 tattooed on his head and one who bore no numbers but two swords connected as one. “Which of you is the strongest in might and which is the fastest in speed? And what are you called?” He asked and received a answer from only one. “I am Taza, fastest in speed. The other is Lyina, our strongest.” Neither of them had suspected Ghale and Thor to be a match for them and thus did not resurrect. “I shall be your opponent Taza.” Ghale said before floating into the air. “We should give each other room to fight. Also if we can avoid it lets keep this strictly a spar, no deaths today.” Taza agreed and Lyina nodded. And with that Ghale headed off, and Thor and Lyina left as well.
About four hundred yards away from hueco mundo Thor and and Lyina would do battle. Thor took his stance and Lyina took hers, Lyina made the first move. She put much of her power into her first kick to his face, confident it would end him, but shocked when he blocked it and smashed his giant fist into the back of her knee sending her to the ground. He went to kick her in the head but was stopped as she grabbed his leg and lifted him in the air before throwing him into a small boulder.
Lyina was now serious and Thor was ready to give it his all. He picked up the boulder and threw it at Lyina with all his might; naturally she dodged but couldn’t help but watch it as if flung with unnatural speed towards Los Noches. But it was an opening she shouldn’t have made as his iron fist met her face and his bronze knee said hello to her ribs as she fell to the ground. She responded by upper cutting him in the face sending him about a foot into the air but no more as she kicked him in the gut before soindoing behind him and smashing her knee into his back. There fight went on like this for ten minutes, exchanging blow after blow after blow until finally Thor was brought to his knees in defeat. Lyina was damaged badly, but was still standing at the end of it. Thor asked if he and Ghale could join the ranks of the Arrancar and she gladly took them before the royal family after they had both been cleaned up. Taza and Ghale seemed to have a similar level battle when they met up with the two again.
Thor took the position of Nuevea Espada a week after joining the Arrancar ranks, and Ghale content with serving Thor as always joined his Fraccion. They where a different breed, they didn’t struggle for new numbers like the others, there strength was proven to all. They gauged themselves often enough against the best Arrancar in Los Noches and hollows that came to show they where indeed strong. They trained hard and never left there strive to better themselves, and one day they met there strongest foes.
The battle for Los Noches was no there concern, those who could fight the espada where fighting them already, those who could not had the entire arrancar to fight. There was nowhere the two of them could gauge themselves against the invaders in a one on one.. And so they where content to let the armies gauge themselves without there intervention. They sat in Thor’s chambers as the battles warred on outside, something which would have been bad for the two had the battle not taken a surprising twist.
Ghale and Thor sprang to there feet as the new and powerful riatsus flew into Los noches and vanquished friend in foe. Quickly they repelled the invaders and corralled there allies. Thor and Ghale left his chambers as it quieted down and went to the meeting and watched as Death ended the previous ruling line, a week and pathetic excuse for a ruler in Thor’s mind..
Two days later after much of the commotion had died down Thor and Ghale approached the Horror Vacui, calmly and respectfully. “Ask we, who amongst you are the strongest in might and the fastest in speed. We ask so that we may request a duel to gauge you as our new rulers and ourselves in a non lethal and respectful duel.” Two approached them, one a massive fellow who seemed to be twice as big as Thor, the other a girl with “Who are you two, who has the audacity to challenge us?” “I am Thor, and this is Ghale. We come with all the respect we can give in this challenge. I take it your are the strongest in might? And the other fastest in speed?” Fury looked at him curiously before looking at Death who simply nodded as if giving the ok to agree to this challenge. “We are. I am Fury and this is Victim. We shall duel here.”
Ghale and Thor both activated there resurrections to bring them to there strongest levels as they prepared to fight the two. Victim made the first move, she struck out towards Ghale and made her first set of attacks. Ghale managed to dodge the first two by ducking under a punch and a sliding under a kick but was defeated when Victim’s other foot caught with his jaw as he slid, sending him the other way. She then slammed her foot into Ghale’s throat before he moved but a few inches away, crushing his windpipe. She then proceeded to kick his body into the air, before he was a foot off the ground she slashed into his chest with here Tanto style blade before grabbing him by the neck and throwing him against the wall to clear the area for Thor and Fury. Ghale fell limp against the wall; though Thor could feel his riatsu assuring him he was still alive. Victim simply nodded to Fury before standing back next to Death.
Thor gulped a bit before focusing on Fury. He surpassed all the espada in raw strength, but Fury was going to be something so much more. Fury came at him with speed he didn’t think he would have, it matched Victims completely. The downward blow to his face was so much stronger then anticipated as well. Even released Thor already knew he was no where near his strength. Thor managed to stay up from the first strike but the knee that contacted with his gut sent him into the wall. He got back up, to everyone’s surprise. And to boot a big stupid grin on his face that was covered in blood. Fury seemed to sigh as he dashed Thor again, but when his fist was caught in Thor’s iron grip he was almost stunned. Though his arm was quickly gaining over Thor’s, Thor went for a punch with all his might, however Fury caught it, however Fury was pushed back to the extent of Thor’s arm reach, a good three feet. Fury went for a knee, but Thor blocked it with his own leg, causing his skin to break along with his pants by the blow, but blocked it none the less as well as the next punch he threw.
Fury pushed him into the wall, but Thor stood against it and pushed back, the end result was the wall breaking apart and them flying into the next. Thor gave it all his might and managed to push Fury back, if only a inch before his arms caved and his other leg split open under the tremendous strain. His hands where crushed against the wall form the pressure Fury had been using. Even the floor around him was cracked. Thor was spent, he fell to the ground barely conscious enough to watch Fury walk back towards The Horror Vacui before falling unconscious.
Thor woke up in the Arrancar Hospital with Stitches sighing. The Arrancar doctor who despite the fact that she looks no older then twelve and her mask fragment makes an eye patch with a pink # (number sign) on it was older then Thor knew to be. She was standing over him with here hook and thread Zanpakuto and started swinging it around. “I HAVE HALF A MIND TO KILL EVERY CELL IN YOUR BODY AND YOU COULDN’T DO A DAMN THING ABOUT IT IN YOUR STATE!” Thor was about ready to accept death before she jumped on him and started to cry. “stupid!” Ghale shook his head as he walked over to the two and said. ‘Hurry up and fix the baka. I think he might want to see whats going on.” She did so quickly before walking with Thor as the Horror Vacui had started the construction of Los Noches. Thor looked at Ghale and nodded as he left to go help. Thor went down to one knee and hugged Stitches who he thought of as his little sister. “Thank you for taking care of me. Im going to go see if I cant help alright.” She whipped a tear out of her eye and said ‘fine’ before slapping him as he left, in slightly torn clothing.. He had been out for a days time, and in that time it had all changed so much. The Arrancar where working together to improve things, a strong hand had seemed had finally come to Los Noches, and the beast that resided in it was finally going to be trained properly.
Later that day Thor invited Ghale, Victim, and Fury over for tea, food, music, and a game of cards. Thor looked at Fury and said. “Why don’t you remove your helmet and have some with us.” “No reason.” He said and continued on with playing cards as they ate and drank. “Fury.. We where wondering if we could join the ranks of your, oh what do you call them; Prodigum? I would be honored to be allowed to follow you.” Fury looked at him before saying. “And Ghale?” Ghale smiled before saying. “I follow Thor, always have always will.” Fury nodded, before saying. “Sure. Call.” Fury won that game with a royal flush.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
None
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Thor’s hammer is small, roughly two feet long and has a massive metal head that looks as if someone glued three cinder blocks together. It is wrapped in leather and hangs on his waist, it somehow never manages to come off during a battle unless he takes it off..
Resurrecctión
Mjöllnir! Beinbrotum þessa fjötra að bæla okkur!
(Mjöllnir, fracture these chains that suppress us)
Armor/ Appearance:
Thor undergoes very little actual physical transformation when he resurrects. One of the only major differences is that the black strip which runs the course of his chin guard like mask fragment turns a deep crimson red, and he has a visible increase in muscle mass.
Abilities:
Super Strength:
Imagine for a moment, a fire spitting v16 making 1,200 horsepower and 1,100 pounds of torque, the imagine that this massive engine is actually Thor's arm, and you should be able to get a clear mental picture of the sheer ferocity behind each punch. To say that Thor was strong in this state, would be like saying Jager is a twinge odd, or Yun kinda quick. It doesn't convey the true power and ability he holds. The only true testament to his might would be the fact that he was capable of physically pushing back The Fury, a man so shockingly strong that he is only bested by Death himself. At nearly three times the physical might of his previous state, there isn't any amongst the Espada who hold a candle to him in that regard.
Now this power is not without a price. Being so overly powerful, comes with an ability that is overly draining. Within minutes this monstrous state will drain Thor dry, eating away at his relatively low riatsu reserves. (He can keep the technique up a grand total of five post per topic, and seven for the main arc.)
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
[Arrancar only]
Cero:: High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers. Thor’s is a pitch black cero.
[Menos, Arrancar, & Vizard only]
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
[All hollow possess this ability, though the appearance of the ability differs according to a hollow's strength]
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.
[Arrancar Only]
Negacion:: A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
[Menos class and Arrancar only]
Pesquisa:: The ability to sense and track spiritual power
[All hollows may possess this, though the strength of this ability depends on the strength of the user]
Sonido:: Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
[Arrancar only]
Gran Rey Cero:: It looks much like a regular black cero, only it has for red tendrils that seem as though they are constantly penetrating the top of his cero when he is charging it. When fired the cero is decent size, about six feet in diameter and quite devastating. One thing to note however is that the red tendrils seem to lash out from the cero like lightning, slashing across in a violent fashion at anyone within ten feet of the cero. And while they are not nearly as deadly they can cause bad burns to those who meet the crimson bolts.
[Menos, Arrancar, & Vizard only]
Additional
Clarification of strengths and weaknesses:
To make things simpler I decided to just explain and justify Thor’s physical strength as well as give a clear gauge of his power.
For starters, physically Thor is on par with the strongest of the Espada in raw physical strength, if not slightly above them. In resurrection that strength is only multiplied, and the gap only grows substantially.
In terms of speed, Thor is on par with the bottom most of the Espada, maybe able to keep up with the Diez Esapda (Assuming that when that spot is filled he is of average capabilities in speed) or the speed of your average Vice Captain. He is able to fight with the other Espada, but like he has a clear advantage in strength, he is obviously lacking in speed compared to others his level.
He also does not have nearly the Riatsu reserves of the other Espada. For example, if the average Espada uses 10% of there Riatsu on a Gran Rey Cero, the same task takes Thor roughly 15% of his own. Obviously meaning he simply doesn’t have the stamina of other Espada. (Though this is slightly counter acted by his almost zero dependency on Riatsu based attacks)
Other Characters:
Kensei Vizard Member
Sagara Zurri Fourth Seat Six Divison
Taza Dos Esapda
Roleplay Sample:
Sagara walked into the Captain’s meeting room for the first time in his life. Four of the Captains where already there, along with the Commanding General and his Vice-Captain. He had been in the presence of Captains, and the Commanding General a few times before, but never had he been there as a fellow commander. Sagara Zurri, fourth seat of the Sixth Division, acting Captain.. Sixth Division had been devastated in the attack on Hueco Mundo, and the following explosion of the tower. Sagara himself had been wounded in the explosion. Not only that, he could feel there power, he was use to have one or two around, even fighting, but as more captains came in the combined weight of there naturally flowing riatsu was enough to make Sagara feel pressured, and maybe slightly dizzy.
He grabbed the back seat as he waited for the meeting to begin, no details had been given to him, but he figured it was pretty big for the Commander General to summon a meeting like this. Sagara counted the higher seated soldiers that where still around in the Sixth Division. Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Ninth seat where ready to go. They might be limping, but Sixth could provide support for any of the other divisions. He didn’t want a fight right now though, he didn’t want to lose anymore of his friends; even if most of them didn’t think of him as there friend..
One would have expected the fact that Sagara was involved in a Captain’s meeting to elevate his ego, and normally they would have been right. But right now the bitter taste of the reality that Sixth Div was it was weighing him down more then any riatsu.. Soul Society was being held together by the remaining Captains holding a tough face and an iron grip. But Sagara could see how close it was to snapping.. He had to keep Sixth Division together no matter what, the real pressures of being a Captain where on him, even if he was just keeping the seat warm until they decided who would replace Captain Yamato..
Another sigh escaped his lips as he looked down and waited for the meeting to start. His mind wondered to who would be the replacement, and how things would change in the division. How they would stay the same, and what course Soul Society, and the rest of the worlds head from here.
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BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
The warning bells sounded as the main hanger of the armor division went up in flames. Vance was about to swipe his card to use the main elevator and go home as the attack happened. He slid his card into his pocket before pulling out his custom 45. Which sat in a chest holster. He started running full blast towards the stealth division armory, when a hollow ran in front of him. He pulled his pistol up and fired a full clip into his head. The hollow dropped dead and Vance loaded another clip into his pistol before continuing on as other started to head near him. He went around a wall before firing another clip at two more coming his way. “Yeah! Lets park at the armory division so we can drive the car another minute! GREAT,” He paused as he fired off the last two shells. “IDEA!” He finished as he slammed in his last clip and continued towards Stealth division. He turned sharply, jumping on top a wall then jumping off it to keep his momentum up. Two combat squads turned the corner and Vance did a home run slide towards them before ending up prone with his gun towards the corner as two more Hollows came running towards them. The squad dropped them before Vance could get off clean shot. Vance jumped to his feet before saying. “It’s a full invasion! Im lucky to have made it this far without running into anything strong.” The squad leader nodded before telling Vance to head to the armory. Like he needed to be told.. The squad continued on, but by the screams he could tell they didn’t get the same luck he had..
He made it to the armory, short on ammo and breath but alive. He suited up as quick as he could and gathered all his ammo and gear, and more ammo for his pistol. He holstered his pistol in favor of his custom sniper rifle. He ran back towards the armor division, meeting up with three different combat squads on his way there. It was a different seen now, defensive had been set up, dozens if not hundreds of squads where present, armor, stealth, combat, ordinance, and a few scientists where handing out some new tools to a few people. Areas had been sealed off and it looked like they where a real military force. Vance joined with the other snipers in finding vantage points to shoot past there guys.. He sweated inside his suit as his spirit scanner went crazy. This was the real deal.. “Out of all the days I’d work an all-nighter.. This would happen..” He said as he put his finger on the trigger..
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Taza wasn’t planning on this, the Horror Vacui had launched a full scale assault everywhere. Any fool could see it coming, but it had happened much faster then he had imagined, they had brought so many to the fold so quickly it was hard to believe. Even Taza had to agree they where quite the capable rulers.. No one had ever brought together the Arrancar and the hollows like this before. In the six thousands years he had lived he had never seen anything like it.
He sighed quietly as he hovered over Tokyo. He would be drinking right now, but he needed to be sober right now. He needed to adjust his plan, the shingami where never going to ally with him and those that wanted to get rid of the Horror Vacui if they started killing everyone and everything, which is what they where doing. They had started a full scale war against the Shingami. And battles where taking place all around Tokyo, but not by the Arrancar.. The horror Vacui had done something.. OR it was just a major coincidence, something he didn't believe in anymore.
He had left the scene of the major battles in Tokyo, if he was truly needed then he would go. But for now he needed to think, and devise a new way to take back Los Noches. Damn, it was all going wrong..
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Kensei ran out of the grocery store that he worked out as he felt the presence of countless arrancar’s and hollows come into Tokyo. His manager was shouting in the background, but Kensei didn’t hear him. He pulled his knife Zanpakuto out of his boot and exited his Giga before flying towards the church. An half dozen humans surrounded him as he neared the Cathedril. They all had a decent amount of Riatsu, some even activated powers that formed as weapons. “Lend me your fists, Kazuno!’ He shouted as his hands become encased in a solid blue metal gauntlets.
He took the position of a boxer as the first three rushed him. He grabbed ones arm while moving out of the way of his thrust before pushing his sword into the gut of the one that attacked him from behind before slamming his fist into the others skill and grabbing the thirds zanpakuto and blasting him with the purple energy that came from the palm of his hand. The energy blew off one of the Human's cheek before Kensie round house kicked him in the face taking off his jaw. He Shunpoed behind one to his right and grabbed him by the head before breaking his neck. He shot the others five times in the head with his Kuro-seishou power, killing them.
“Humans that are that weak attacking us?” That wouldn’t have even killed a Gillian.. But he didn’t have time to ponder that as he ran inside the Cathedral. In front of him was Menos and four other humans with swords they had been pumping riatsu in to make fake weapons. He could feel his fellow Vizards fighting across Tokyo. He hopped the other Humans where as week as the ones he had just fought, otherwise this was going to be a tough battle..
The purple energy swirled around his hands as he activated shitsunen genkotsu (oblivion fist) technique and Shunponed in front of the Menos. He swung down with his fist, however the Menosmet his punch with his arm in a block. What the Menos didn’t count on was the massive force that sent him to the ground. Kensei did a three follow up punches to his face, cracking his mask off and starting rip apart his skin and break his skull open as the other four leaped into action.
Kensei spun around before doing a upper cut to one, which caused him to slam into the roof of the Cathedril. He spun around before noticing the familiar feeling of a blade slicing across his chest. He hissed in pain before slamming his fist as hard as he could into the Human's skull sending him trough one of the pews. The other two circled him cautiously, before one attempted a strike, Kensei Shunpoed behind him and slammed his fist into his back, breaking it before his fist met with the blade of the other, shattering it. He followed up with a punch to the Human's chest sending him into a pillar before his right fist slammed into his skull, cracking open his face. The one that was sent into the pews started to get up, Kensei raised his hand before charging his beam, sending a fully charged Kuro-seishou at his chest, pushing him across the Cathedral. After a few seconds kensei stopped the beam, revealing a charred chest of the human, his skin was burned off in places, allowing one to see charred bone. The smell of burnt flesh clung to the church and Kensei let out a sigh before discharging shitsunen genkotsu. He walked over to the Menos, the last one alive. He slammed his foot into his cracked skull, breaking it open and slamming his foot and the skeleton under it through the Menos's brain. “Whos next.” He said taking off his shirt and wrapping half of it around the wound across his chest. Where was the medics when you needed them?