Post by Wanzer on Jan 9, 2012 0:09:44 GMT -4
Arrancar
Name Sojukin Asamoto
Gender: Male
Age: 1462
Ranking: Espada
Number: Tres
Base Type: Adjuchas
Physical Description:
Sojukin comes across as a very vain male, with every right to be when it comes down to it; standing at about five foot, eleven inches. Every fragment of his face seems to be set into utter symmetrical perfect; the lightly tanned features expanding across the length of his sharp features into a measure that leaves him looking like a male just exiting his mid-twenties. Each of his opulent, emerald green orbs of his eyes, set into an almond shape stare down the line of his small button nose with the emotional heat that only hundreds of years could build up. The lavish green eyes aim forward, burning with the intensity of malice and avarice; pouring forth from them in streams as they seem to glisten and smolder at the same time. Across the high alabaster cheek bones, the male’s ears are hidden by his blonde hair, which flows back across his neck, hugging the flesh there until it slides into a point in the middle. Meanwhile, the hair on the top of his head hands down over the sides, covering the bits of his mask fragment that still cling to the side of his head and face. His bangs, which are many, do the same over the fragments on his forehead, though they part in the middle, creating the symmetry once again.
Across his face, the visages of his mask are plain to see and draw immediate attention from the eyes; the rather large fragment appears as two hands, stretching outward over his entire head made up of two fingers and the thumbs. These chunks of white first stretch just above his cheek bones, sliding in beneath the eyes where the bony protrusions illustrate finger tips. Each of them pull back into the same bone structure of the fingers tracing backwards to the front of his ear lode; at this point a tri intersection forms, as if someone stretched out their middle finger, index and thumb as far as they could. Out of this intersection, two more phalanges emerge, the first extends upward under a few locks of hair; at the end of them, they pass at the forehead each finger step separated by about an inch of space between them. At the top of his head, the ‘thumbs’ of these hands rest each of them covering the upper portions of his skull in two white streaks before the ‘wrists’ can be seen to form at the back of his head twisting forming a semi-circular cylinder which rides down with his hair to the middle of his spine.
Sojukin’s body meanwhile is a the pinnacle of what many call physical fitness; having nearly hunted down every ounce of fat on his body through the course of his existence. With only a four percent of his body being made of fat, the male’s muscle sculpting is chiseled to the point of looking as if they’ve been carved from marble. Everything on his body is lean, lithe and stretched slightly making the male look slightly lanky in comparison to a few others; while his arms hang down to his thighs and his legs make up the majority of his height, he can be considered pretty much proportionate in body shape. Meanwhile the lengths of his toned arms expand downwards while the muscular formations roll down his arms like waves, easily showing themselves as if someone stuck a small ball inside of his arms. In the center of his chest, just at the solar plexus, his hollow hole rests, burning through about a two inch diameter across his abdomen and unlike some other hollow holes, people can see plainly through his.
Clothing wise, Sojukin has rebelled against the normality of the Arrancar uniform. Instead of the normal white garments of the dead, Sojukin has decided to incorporate his own style against the orders of his superiors. The male’s upper torso is covered firstly with a skin-tight black undershirt; this promptly covers up his hollow hole and the number three tattoo on his right pectoral. His shirt clings tightly to his body, cementing against his muscle sculpting as a few red lines run from his shoulders, intersecting at his solar plexus, then running down to his groin. Over this, the arrancar has placed a white jacket, which he has ripped the sleeves off of, making the black of his undershirt visible on his arms. The jacket itself, rides down to his waist, then splits in half around the seams which creates ‘tails’ around his waist that hang down to his knees. On the jacket, a stripe of long red runs from his kidney and down to his hip before circling back around his back; beneath all of this, Sojukin wears normal hakama in black with combat boots beneath them.
Personality
Sojukin is one of the most volatile people alive, hardheaded, selfish, arrogant, vain, easily angered and boastful are just a few of his many traits. His development on the streets of Tokyo as one of its greatest criminals boosted his ego, creating an arrogant young man who felt he could do no wrong as his plans all succeeded until his last one. He is vain to the point of narcissism, holding himself as one of the greatest creations to have ever existed, primarily due to the fact that every woman he had met has commented on how he looks always in a positive light. He complains in minor fights about nicks and scratches on his ‘perfect’ face or body. However, he knows when there is a time to ignore that and to fight with his all. In these situations he will go as far as disfiguring himself to achieve victory.
He sees the weak to be a burden on the strong and only there so the strong may devour them and grow stronger. He will constantly preach this to those weaker than he is or that he believes are weaker than him. Sojukin may know his own limits, but that will not stop him from boasting in the presence of someone stronger than he is and striking with every belief he will win. This habit formed from the streets where it was a dog eat dog world, if you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself you died and if someone was stronger than you were, well either you worked for them or they shook you down for money every chance they got. Sojukin, appears to also developed a very bad case of selective hearing as he will do whatever he wants no matter what ordered. He seems to believe that his way is always best no matter the other options. He most likely developed this trait again, because of his heists and plans during his criminal years in Tokyo never failed, his unstained track record being a huge point of pride for him. He however, will listen to power or reason should it present itself to him, namely if someone much more powerful than him gives him an order he will obey it to the letter in fear of dying. Sojukin does not believe in honor in battle either, he holds himself above this and will attack those who are weakened or those who are fully able to fight. It doesn’t matter to him. Everything is just a meal to be devoured by his blade, this trait was brought about after he unofficially murdered twenty-seven members of his own gang after one of the members ratted him out to the cops. No one knew who did it, so he simply killed all of them, later he developed this thought process through his events as a hollow noticing how every new hollow he devoured the stronger he became feeding this thought process and giving him a reason to believe it was true.
Sojukin is also extremely paranoid and afraid of dying, he sees death as just another thing to control him and his greatest fear is of being controlled. Since he was a child he has always wanted to be free of the oppressive nature of authority and has found that place among the Arrancar, as most are free to do as they please. His paranoia developed as he had been betrayed several times by humans and hollows alike during his hollow and human years. Namely the people he thought he could trust most, resulting in his fixture of even mistrusting his so called ‘sons’, which are the small creatures which were produced out of his body when he was a hollow. He holds the Horror Vacui, in high regard as they are the most powerful of the beings around him that are of the same race. He holds the shimigami in contempt as they are little more than puppets to fate and move around with little or no concern for their own freedoms, preferring to obey orders than truly spread their wings and fly. The higher level vizards he also shows high amounts of respect for, they are strong and free, having brushed off the soul societies rules to do as they please. The vizards he considers his true people, but alas he became an arrancar instead, still as much respect as he has for them, he has no problem striking one down if it calls for it. Everything else, in his own words are food, especially the Bounts as he despises what they stand for. The vampiric race has long stood against all his virtues, even the rogues who ignore the soul societies rules and regulations for their feeding, he see them only as food as they disgrace what he longs for entrapping themselves in some high society order, snuffing their noses up at others and bending into a sect of decrypted puppets with little or no chance of not becoming extinct unless they find some way to breed. Humans and Quincys are little better than the bounts, but some catch his interest as they share his ideals, but still they are merely food.
Sojukin’s favorite activity involves soaking in a hot bath for hours, while daydreaming about his earlier years and triumphs. He particularly enjoys this because it gives him time to think about his life before hand and how he could have done things better to advance his position now. These thoughts can last for hours and he was once dragged in front of the other espada naked, after falling asleep in his bath, then sat through the entire meeting like that, not caring as they had interrupted his thoughts. He enjoys reading as well, but he has little time for it and sees knowledge to be of less use than power as book knowledge cannot help one survive in the world they live in, though he does enjoy strategy, particularly playing chess as it sharpens ones battle reflexes. Sojukin harbors no love for music aside from the occasional ballad to get his blood flowing, he lived without it on the streets and sees it useless, though he does seem to enjoy it on the off occasion.
Sojukin’s favorite food is Takoyaki a spherical, fried dumpling of batter with a piece of octopus inside, and Umeboshi, a small pickled ume fruit usually very very sour. These were treats that his real parents feed him before they abandoned him and have long been scarred into his mind as things that connects him to them. He will seek this out quite often and will sit alone and enjoy them, reflecting on what little memory he has of them left. Sojukin, hates anything that has been fried or is overly sweet. He developed these dislikes after reading that they caused skin problems and refused to eat them after words due to his vain nature. Ironically, he also hates people that are arrogant or don’t listen. Finding them to be overbearing and annoying, while he tries to explain his point of view and they have no heed for it.
History:
A Beautiful Death
Sojukin Asamoto, also known as the Red Serpent do to the bloody red armor he wears and the way his troops seem to move in a snake like formation during battle was one of the most feared and corrupt Shoguns in all of Japan’s history. However, he was stripped from his position by some upstart at the turn of the century and has now turned into an equally feared criminal mastermind. His record so far contained: three hundred raids on the Kyoto farm land, four hundred on the southern lands and seventy on the heart of the capital city, forty villages burned to the ground and two genocides of sub-sects of the Japanese, namely the Dan-Pings. One of his ancestors seems to have been Dutch or European as he has blonde hair with black tips, his eyes are also round. His parents are unknown as he was abandoned as a child and eventually worked his way up the samurai chain, but now he is disgraced and forced to live as a thief.
Sojukin cast the flier to the ground and stamped on it as his men ransacked the quaint village. He was mounted atop his stead, Hybrid of Kyoshi, a strong red haired mere that was fabled to be able to run a thousand miles in one day. He found himself most peaceful during these raids, it reminded him of a better time when he went to war for his country to ransack similar villages for land. Now he was just another leech, taking what was once his back while the people suffer. He smiled and signaled his men to torch it after all the provisions had been stolen. Damn…it feels good to be in control, he thought as the village soon caught fire. His lead officer soon rode up beside him and began to speak of his worries.
“Asamoto-sama, our look out spotted the Imperial Army a days march away! They are headed straight for us and the Emperor himself is leading the charge!”
Sojukin turned slightly in shock at the news he was just given. They were so far from the capital, how in the world could they have known they would be here? His mind turned violently as his katana and bow rattled from his steed’s uneasiness. He looked at his officer and suddenly it was clear, the look in his eyes, the look of guilt, it was so clear, dark and unclear like a pool of stagnant water, he wouldn’t make eye contact now and it gave him away. Sojukin grabbed the young man by the throat and threw him off his horse, standing over him as he drew his katana. Moving over him as he readied his blade to kill him, knowing he was a traitor.
“Asamoto-sama, wait please, I had no choice, they have my family. Spare me, let us flee together!”
“You are a coward and you have no honor! There is only one way to redeem your honor now and you will perform it or I will kill you myself. There is no place in this world for traitors in this world.”
The irony in these words struck home to Sojukin and he waited for his officer to pull out his blade and purge it deep into his stomach, then cut across it. He was already screaming with pain and Sojukin loped off his head to end it permanently. He walked slowly back to his horse after cleaning his sword on his officer’s jacket, then called for his men to retreat. They rode and marched for as long as they could finally passing through a mountain pass. Their trek had been long and arduous, but they had escaped, they made camp that night at the bottom of the mountain, while Sojukin sat with his other officers and told them of the others betrayal. As he spoke he noticed the same look of guilt in all of their eyes, he roared in a blind fury and removed his katana and killed them one by one, screaming each had no honor. He loped their heads off one by one leaving the tent covered in blood as he walked out for air. He swore he would not die the way they had, he would die with honor and he would die a beautiful death in combat. He stood against a tree facing the sun as it slowly crept over the horizon; he only watched it for a few moments, before the sound of horses charging over the land could be heard. The imperial army had neglected itself rest and was now nearing their camp.
Sojukin ignored his men, they were all traitors anyway and could fend from themselves, he mounted his steed and quickly turned it around toward the mountain path and spurred it as hard as he could. The horse whined at the suddenness of his demand, but rushes away at his bidding. All Sojukin could think about at the moment was saving his own life and keeping himself from dying at the hands of the imperial army and their dreaded long bow archers, whose aim was legendary. He rode on faster, stopping at one of the higher peaks to see the army was still chasing him and his men were now slain along with a few of the armies soldiers. He rode on in terror and crested one of the smaller peaks, before a rock slide occurred in front of him and he was left with nowhere to go. He had to wait for his doom to come to him, he however would make good on his vow, he drew his bow and armed it waiting for the first soldier to come. He waited and heat of the summer sun was intense and his helmet was trapping in all the heat. He began to sweat violently as he waited, but he would be rewards soon he thought. He continued to wait and saw no one, so he removed his helmet and chest pads to relieve himself from the heat.
Sojukin stayed like that, bare-chested and with no helmet waiting for the Imperial Army to round the bend and he was rewarded with their first line coming around the curve, he fired and pierced the first between the eyes, he drew arrows frantically as they came a horde of them now rushing towards him. He felt trapped yet at the same time excited, this was truly a life or death situation and he knew he was going die, it was an entire army against him, he would soon be out of arrows, but he would make them pay for his life. He fired at some stones above the soldiers as they rushed toward them, it hit the stones, but they did not fall, they were only a few yards away now. Frantic, he began to fire rapidly at them and caused a small rock slide which sent a chunk of the soldiers plummeting to their doom, their screams of terror roaring through the hot air of the mountain said and echoing back around to Sojukin, music to his ears. The events continued on like that for another ten minutes, finally Sojukin had run out of arrows, it was what he knew what would happen from the start and dismounted drawing his katana as soldiers rushed him.
He knew there was no hope left, but rushed forward and began to fight the soldiers one on one in the narrow pass., he knew it wouldn’t be long before archers would begin to climb up to the ledge above and ran death upon him. He cringed as a soldier got close to cutting him and moved to the side, before deflecting another attack, flashing steel seemed to come from everywhere and the air reverberated from the blades clashing. He struck down two soldiers with a heavy swing, but two more took their place immediately, his arms felt heavy and his body was drenched with sweat, glistening in the sun from the swear amount of it. He swore repeatedly as they kept coming and it was all he could do to keep his arms up, he panted and the first cut across his chest occurred, it was just a minor cut but it burned fiercely all the way across his right pectoral. He swung back hard, loping of the soldier’s hand, just before what he knew would eventually occur did. An arrow pierced his heart and his left lung and he knew death was upon him. His vision dimmed as he swung randomly and time slowed. There was nothing he could, but watch now, each swing came down slashing him to shreds as his body wouldn’t move to defend itself. He collapsed and his body lurched over, falling over the edge of the cliff and down below into a wall puddle of water, then turned red from his blood. Sojukin, the Red Serpent, had perished and he just smiled and uttered that he had died a beautiful death, but he still desired to destroy the emperor.
Hell’s Phoenix
Sojukin woke up, but how could this be he thought nervously, he was dead! He looked around and he was still in the same spot he had died in. He looked down and his body was still there and the soldiers were about to take it away. His thoughts ran wild as he tried to stop them, but to no avail, he seemed rooted in place. He groaned and wept, then looked around and at himself. He looked the same as before, but now there was a chain connected to some hook just below his solar plexus. He tore at it, but found it did nothing and looked at it curiously.
“What the hell is this?”
He examined it further and it was about four feet long and laid straight on the ground unless he moved it. Frowning he looked at the very end of it and noticed it was slowly eating itself away, what manner of sorcery is this he thought horrified as he watched the chain slowly, agonizingly slow creep toward him. He tore at the chain harder, but to no avail. Resigning to it he simply laid back and waited. He grew angry as the weeks passed and the chain still wasn’t there, he screamed at his god about this torture and tore at it again. He budged it a little, but not much else. Tearing at the other end he tried to make it split faster, but it wouldn’t and he again just resigned to fate. After another week, the final encroachment began. The pain hit him out of nowhere and stunned him, then he began to scream louder and as hard as he could. The pain was so immense he felt as if someone was slowly tearing him apart and his screams rocked the mountain, just before his body disappeared and a new menace was about to be born.
Slowly, Sojukin opened his eyes, he was different somehow. He felt different felt the need to kill, he grumbled then got up but he had no arms. Shock overtook him and turned back to the puddle of water and looked at his reflection. He screamed ‘Oni!’, then noticed its mouth opened as he screamed. Examining it, he realized he was the Oni. He looked around and opened his mouth, noticing it opened in four different directions in his reflection and was full of jagged, serrated, reticulated teeth. He roared in anger, then began to walk along and found a clearer pool of water and looked at his entire reflection. He was now covered in some brown and greenish hide, he frowned and was greatly disturbed by this but a new tendency for murder was growing in him and he liked it. He crawled into the water for a moment and swam getting his fill as he was thirsty, then looked around and began making his way toward the Emperor’s palace, revenge came first after all.
Hueco Mundo
Sojukin…no Wrath jaw, walked slowly along the path to the palace, then began to notice that humans could not see or hear him. He was elated at this and grinned as best as he could in his new disgusting form. His legs dangled and seemed almost too thin to support his body, yet they had so much power, while the rest of him was covered in tiny faces with larger facial features, sometimes the eyes, sometimes the nose, or the mouth, every face was hideous he thought and continued to move. He broke into a sprint as he reached the halfway point, then ran straight up the side of the fortress walls, walking across the wall as he spied the Palace itself. He grinned and knew the king would be at the top and he would easily be able to kill him there. He smiled and flicked his new rat like tail back and forth in joy, striking one of the faces on his body. Its eyes opened and soon Wrath Jaw was a father.
“Hello father.” The little face said as it slowly pulled itself out of Wrath Jaw’s body emerging with its own. It was almost a foot tall with a round little baby face and grotesquely large nose that was connected to a rather small body with thin arms and legs that should have had no hope of supporting him. There was a pop however as the creature sucked in and his arms and legs gained a little muscle. Wrath Jaw wasn’t amused by the things antics as it danced and yelled “Me is borned Me is borned!” Wrath jaw pinned it under his right paw and moved his claws out of them moving them close to the little things neck.
“Who and what are you? If you are with me what use are you too me?”
The little thing scratched hits abnormally large head and shrugged, Wrath Jaw had to admit it was kinda cute. It looked sad, before saying.
“I not got a name poppa, you have to name me.”
“Alright your name is Imp…ummm son…now what can you do?”
Imp looked up at his rather, then looked over at the palace walls. It jumped and tucked itself into a ball and soon was a ball of green fire. Wrath Jaw could feel its heat four feet away from it and could still feel it on him as imp launched himself into the tower where the emperor resided. As he crashed into the tower, his entire body exploded in a flash of green fire spreading rapidly through the tower, causing it to turn to ash rapidly. He smiled and looked at his son, who was no back as part of his body.
“So Imp are all the faces like you?”
“No, father, most are but there are two that are different, you’ll have to figure out which for yourself.”
The tiny creature closed its eyes and began to rest, then slowly sunk back at no more than skin level. Wrath jaw smiled, that’s right you rest, you did a good job. Now however, I have a score to settle and your eyes are not yet meant to see your father kill a man. He grinned and ran across the buildings jumping high into the top room where he saw the Emperor readying to flee, his royal guard moving ahead of him. He smiled, then slammed into the emperor, pinning him to the ground as he opened his jaws. I may not reclaim my land he thought, but I can have the second best thing, my revenge. Wrath jaw bent down and wrapped his mouth completely around the emperor’s head and devoured it, swallowing it whole, before leaping out of the palace and vanishing into the forest behind it.
The days dragged on his new body and each passing day, his need to kill grew. He was soon devouring entire villages for the heck of it and the entire Feudal world feared his next attack, until one day as human saw him and screamed and ran from him. He didn’t know how the human did what she did, but she knew he was there and she got away from him. He thought about it, but his thoughts were interrupted by a woman in a black uniform shouting at him.
“Hollow prepare to die!”
“What the hell is a hollow!?”
“You are you idiot!”
“Who are you calling an idiot? I’ve been dead for not even a year and I’m already some demon thing now you want to tell me I’m called a hollow?”
“Maybe if you could see your chest, you’d down that we call you hollows because of the holes in your body!”
Wrath jaw embarrassed for a moment, looked down and noticed for the first time he actually did have a hole doing all the way through. He wondered how in the world he had missed that.
“Ok, that makes sense now, so what are you!?”
“I’m a Shimigami, you idiot, I’m the person that is supposed to purify you and make sure you turn back to a human. That or if you were truly wicked make sure you burn in hell!”
“Oh…well are there more of me?”
“DUH you idiot you know nothing, hollows have to eat each other to get stronger!”
“Oh…ok thanks, oh and next time..if you live don’t talk to the enemy.”
Wrath Jaw turned and began walking away as one the imps he had created flew out of his body and twisted around the rocky slope slamming into the shimigami’s back setting her on fire are the explosion which knocked her out. He smirked as Imp cheered about how smart his father was, then he heard clapping, which could be coming from Imp, because his hands were inside. He looked up and two hollows were above him, one gorilla like in shape with massive arms and a hideously disfiguring mask, the other like a minotaur, with crooked horns and hooves for hands and feet. Behind them was a hole which appeared to lead to a desert. Wrath Jaw didn’t care about the other two hollows, he simply jumped between them into the desert and the portal closed, he was now in Hueco Mundo. A world with no sunlight, he shook his head as he began to wander around the desert, everything was so bleak, just gray sand and gray rocks. He began to wonder if there was anything here, when the sand began to shake under him and a large hollow worm thing burst out of the ground with a bunch of feelers all over its body. Wrath Jaw jumped and had three Imps strike its body, before he ate a piece of its body and swallowed. The thing screeched in hideous pain, then receded into the sand. That was Wrath Jaws first encounter with a hostile hollow, it was by far the easiest fight of them all. The rest were all true tests of his ability, but he always rose to the occasion. He gained strength and soon he met his other children Succubus and Baal. Succubus was a female version of Imp, that produced a massive amount of smoke from its mouth, which blinded anyone in it and slowed down their reaction time as long as they stayed in it and the longer they stay in it, the longer the effect lingers. Baal was a muscular little guy almost as big as Wrath Jaw was. He was bulky and appeared to made out of some sort of boney material which was spiky and evil looking. Baal’s face was twisted and bent, looking more like a beetle's than a human's. He also relished in his ability, which engulfed his entire body in a ball of fire, then spread out almost for a block in all directions, spreading the super-heated flames everywhere.
Each hollow that Wrath Jaw devoured every enemy he defeated, he began to grow stronger and he began to feel something inside of him shifting. He felt as if the collective natures of every hollow he had devoured where getting stronger and were pulling him in. He fought it and began to slaughter more hollows, but soon it became too much. His body broke down again and soon he felt his mind being dragged into something new. He howled in rage, but it was futile, his body shifted and grew large and black soon he was as tall as a skyscraper. His mask changed into a plain one with a long nose. He stood still for a moment, then moved on as a mindless beast, he was now a Menos Grande. He began fighting for control of the body as soon as he became a Menos. He would not allow for himself to be controlled and ripped tore through the other hollows, making their strength his own again. A century passed and soon he was in complete control and emerged as an adjuchas. He grumbled as he awoke in his new body, it was much more humanoid, he had legs now and arms, but his hands and feet were still more like paws and it was easier to get around on all fours. He frowned at this and found his mask about the same as it was when he was a normal hollow. He wondered the desert again for almost six hundred years, before he finally came face to face with an arrancar.
Wrath Jaw paced himself through another painful walk through this god forsaken desert. He sighed, when he saw it, a large castle construct. He paced toward it clearly, wondering what it was and when he was about a mile away; he saw what appeared to be a humanoid in a white outfit entering the castle. He rushed forward to attack, but the humanoid’s spiritual pressure surged and he knew it was no normal human. He stopped and looked at the man oddly. He was tall about 6’2 with a white strip of cloth around his eyes. His hair was black and hung down to his shoulder, with a thin line for a mouth and hook nose. He turned toward Wrath Jaw, with a sharp turn of the heel and began to draw his sword from its sheathe, Wrath Jaw, then saw the hole in his chest, he was shocked and looked up at the man in awe.
“What…”
Wrath Jaw wasn’t allowed to finish, before the man spoke, his voice gruff and threatening, full of power and life.
“Hollow, why have you come to Las Noches, you do not belong here, return to the desert or you will face my blade.”
“Wait, Wait, I’ll go but what are you!?”
“I am an arranchar hollow, you should know this by now, we are hollows who have removed our masks to gain shimigami powers. We watch over this place called Las Noches and we protect the royal family, not that they need it.”
“So…you got more powerful by taking off your mask.”
“Correct, but not all are guaranteed to look like humans, some turn into bigger monsters, but still strength grows quite a bit.”
“Thanks…”
Wrath Jaw left thinking upon his words and for the first time in a thousand years, he began to think of his past life. Soon after Wrath Jaw found himself in the Forest of Hollows, fighting with the most powerful adjuchas, but he soon bit off more than he could chew and angered a Vasto Lorde. He had been fighting like any other day and one of the imps had flown into a cave nearby where they were fighting. A roar echoed out of the cave, then a massive spiritual pressure pushed him down. All he remembered from the event was running away as fast as he could and it chasing him and shooting ceros at him leveling sections of the forest. He panted as the barrage finally stopped and sat down thinking about the arrancar’s words again. He looked down at his hands and pictured himself as he was. He wanted that back and he wanted it now. He reached up and grabbed his mask.
Las Noches
A new arrancar was born and soon the others rushed to the entrance of Las Noches to watch him enter. There mixed reactions of joy and anger as he approached. He felt thousands of eyes discern him as he moved through the entrance and into the main foyer of the massive establishment. He looked around, then looked in a mirror, his old face had returned to him and he smiled. All that was once his was his again and he was overcome with joy as he saw this. His only thoughts now turned to the feature and making himself as strong as possible and annihilating anyone in his way. He was lead to a spare chamber and looked into another chamber remembering how he died and everything from before, he drew his zanpakuto and stabbed it through the mirror.
“I am Sojukin Asamoto, once again and I trample anyone who stands in my way. My power shall be absolute and I will trump all!”
Sojukin spent the next two centuries honing his new powers as an arrancar, bidding his time as he built up his strength to become an espada
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
Masterizzazione Diavolo: (Burning Devil): Sojukin creates a green ball of fire which floats near or around him. Each ball takes only about two seconds to materialize and can be filled with more of his spirit energy to become larger, but top at about two feet wide and two feet high. He can create each at will and they seem to follow the intended target unless Sojukin throws it at which point it will fly much much faster around five times faster than a cero, but only in a straight line. Otherwise they can easily be outrun or fooled into bumping into something else as they only travel by themselves at the speed of a normal cero. During this their turning ability is moderate and if charging at someone will have to make a large u-turn to resume the chase. The technique is the same as it was before he became an arrancar, each ball explodes on impact turning anything without a concentration of spirit energy into ash instantly. Each explosion will only hit with the force of half a bala and the flames that ensue are where the real damage occurs, each burning at almost 2000 degrees. On a person of equal power, each ball would cause a first degree burn, causing a welt and some darkening. In terms of cost each blast costs slightly more than a bala. He can create at least six at once and can create another as soon as one explodes.
Signore delle Ombra: (Lord of Shadows): A misnomer as the technique has nothing to do with shadows; Sojukin calls upon his reiatsu pumping energy about his feet causing it to expand rapidly into a circle with a five foot radius around him. Flames then roar out of the circle flashing upwards in a black coloration as they screech wildly and form the shapes of various demons and tortured souls, perfectly concealing Sojukin during the activation. While the flames can cause some minor burns to those of similar rank, it can not be used much for defense or offense and is rather a technique designed to stall or distract an opponent from another attack being prepared. The ability consumes about three percent of Sojukin’s total reiatsu.
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Sojukin’s zanpakuto appears to be about the size of an average katana with a hexagon shaped hand guard. This however, is where its appearance with normal katanas ends. His katana when pulled from it’s sheathe is red in color with a black line running jaggedly through the entire blade up to the point. At the start of the blade on the hand guard, is a traditional oni face with its mouth shaped so the blade appears to be its tongue. The oni face is ornate with two red gems for eyes and horns made of ebony. Underneath the hand guard is the hilt of the blade, underneath the cap at the bottom, the hilt is held together with a thick white string which two gold balls on each side fastening it into place, while the cap is also made of gold and keeps the string from untangling itself.
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Armor/ Appearance:
The immoral, the damned and the immortal all look up, seeing the one who would call them from their damned home; the one that would give them a chance to escape the pit of hell and live once again on the plane of man. Eyes full of greed, malice, lust and envy, they await stretching their hands upward towards him as the blonde arrancar brings his weapon over his head and they swarm there. Souls of the damned reverberating through the air in bright purple consuming the air around them in bright heat as a swarm of them rushes up from beneath him; completely concealing his body before erupting into a ball of black flames.
“Consort with Demons, il Stregone.” He shouts into the air and suddenly the screech of the demonic around him vanishes as they are sucked within him; causing him to transcend the former form and gain a great deal of power in the process. At that point, the smoke will clear from the flames and Sojukin will be standing there; his transformation immediately obvious just from looking at his head. The male’s release form changes all of him, but most of all his head; the mask fragments are now removed as no white hands grasp his skull. In their place, two horns each protrude only about a foot forward in a spiral of the deepest black forming a point in front of his head from either of his temples and face towards his enemies ready to gore them. The image of his mouth is now removed from site as fleshy tentacles now wrap around his mouth with about five on each side coming out of ‘sheathes’ on his cheeks and intertwining around the opening of his mouth, creating an impromptu mask as they tangle around each other and look in mouth. When the tentacles pull away, his mouth is a four-sided wall of teeth, the sideways rows closing over those that would be normal as each creates its own vicious spike; meanwhile, his once opulent green eyes have been removed of all color, turning a pure milky white from the sclera and past the iris stopping only at the pure blacks of his pupils.
His body likewise has been modified, though mostly in the replacing of his clothing. Around his chest, a large chest plate of purest alabaster has formed; the normal ‘carapace’ for all arrancar ressurections; however, his is much more ornate than most. On the plate are engraved many screaming heads, in great detail, each of them positioning their faces in different degrees of agony and despair while hands seem to be clawing upwards and out as if trying to desperately get away from Sojukin. These faces do not extend much past Sojukin’s body, only halting after about three inches at maximum from his body; from this, long sleeves of a black extend from the carapace, forming the sleeves he once neglected during his unreleased form. Each piece of black fabric is rippling with lines of red, riding down in various crag like positions to mimic the flowing of blood which connected to the outer most hands connecting to his shoulders; where the fingers appear to be bleeding.
Around his waist, where the tails once existed now rests another version of them; these tails now wrap around Sojukin’s entire torso, creating a slight opening in the shape of from his grow and widening down around his legs; meanwhile the back portion creates a single point around the back hanging down to his calves where the three folds of the fabric wave lightly. This itself is also white, but with the similar lines of red running through it and a black layer directly under the white. His legs largely remained the same; while his feet have been crafted into much larger talon like existences, each with only two toes from each ending in a knife like point with a similar heel in the back. The flesh of these talons is obscured by the black armor tinged red surrounding them, still the most obvious part of his resurrection is what appears on his back.
Shooting up from the base of his spine is the upper portion of another skeleton, the creature only containing its body from the rib cage up while its spine is connected to Sojukin’s. As far as skeleton’s go, the being is fairly average, emerging from Sojukin’s back it is only slightly larger in proportion to him, with his hands being an inch longer and his head being visibly bigger, but not by much. The most defining features are that the skeleton’s fingers only contain three fingers, a middle finger, an index and thumb, just like his mask fragment and from his crown emerge three points from the top of the forehead, making it appear like the skeleton was once some sort of king. Sojukin can move this construction at will and use it to great effect in combat; however, it is used mostly as a battering ram or a defensive tool rather than a precision tool. While the tres espada has been known to allow it to wield his sword, the skeleton has no muscle structure and is being supported purely by reiatsu, meaning blows can still do damage, but nowhere near the level of what Sojukin can do himself. Most disturbingly though, Sojukin can freely move the skeleton’s mouth, making it appear to speak and even use ventriloquism or use reiatsu to create a voice for him to speak with. Generally, the voice has a flanging effect and sounds like numerous creatures trying to speak at once; having Sojukin affectionately call the creature ‘Legion’, mostly out of spite for the now single unified voice in his head that once wanted that same name.
Abilities:
Masterizzazione Bestia Demone: While working on the same principle of Masterizzazione Diavolo, Masterizzazione Bestia Demone is extremely more powerful and much less predictable than its ancestor. Instead of simply forming at his palms, Masterizzazione Bestia Demone forces open a demonic mouth at any point on Sojukin’s body. This mouth then spews forth the fireball from its mouth, launching the energies which Sojukin has been storing up (at least six% of his total energy and after a post of charge time.) At first, the ball seems no small than the average tennis ball but fires quickly from the mouth at the rate of a cero before slowing down to about fifty-miles an hour as it constantly expands until halting at its full expansion of fifteen feet by fifteen feet and exploding. This can easily inflict even the toughest opponents barring the horror vacui and the Captain Commander with ease at a second degree burn for being caught in the explosion, much less being hit from the start and being carried along for the full ride.
L'ombra della morte: (Death’s Shadow) Again, the technique is a misnomer as it does not involve any sort of shadows; instead, Sojukin expands upon his former ability in pre-release. L’ombra della morte ignites Sojukin’s reiatsu into a large pit of black flames, which lap upwards around him and twist into a spire; however, unlike his previous form of this ability, it expands outward with a circumference thirty feet. Another major difference is that when Sojukin uses these flames, he can pressure them in any direction he wants, creating a wave of fire that can create minor burns that act as distractions or hindrances during combat. Consumes six percent of Sojukin’s total reiatsu.
Assassino dei fedeli: (Murderer of the Faithful.): The culmination of all of Sojukin’s techniques, the intense heat that he brought along in every technique to this point suddenly pales in comparison. Igniting at close to four-thousand degrees Fahrenheit, the bright green flames of his technique completely engulf the skeleton on his back, giving it a hood and making it appear as a spectral grim reaper. Once this occurs, the male will have two posts to do as he wishes with the ability, while the flames can not move more than three meters from his body at any given moment, the extension from the skeleton and the flames itself gives him ample room to move the flames. This technique consumes fifteen percent of his total reiatsu at the moment and can be instantly activated, but only once per any given battle; activating multiple times per thread requires a cool down period of at least six posts.
Anima Dannata: (Damned Soul): Sojukin’s most devastating ability in terms of raw power and the most costly. Placing his palm backwards, the skeleton will shake for a moment before placing its hands over Sojukin’s and spew out a purple ball into his hand. This energy will spiral for a brief moment before expanding into a purple blade only a few inches shorter than his normal katana; however, the blade itself can not cut an opponent nor can it block any blows. Once Sojukin swings the blade or it is struck on something, it will erupt into a massive arc of purple fire that rapidly expands itself in every direction but toward the holder. These flames can instantly create third degree burns or even char the flesh completely off an enemy should they come in contact with them; however, they are fairly easy to dodge provided one doesn’t back up once the attack is activated. Consumes twenty percent of Sojukin’s total reiatsu and takes at least two posts worth of charge time.
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General Info
Name Sojukin Asamoto
Gender: Male
Age: 1462
Ranking: Espada
Number: Tres
Base Type: Adjuchas
Physical Description:
Sojukin comes across as a very vain male, with every right to be when it comes down to it; standing at about five foot, eleven inches. Every fragment of his face seems to be set into utter symmetrical perfect; the lightly tanned features expanding across the length of his sharp features into a measure that leaves him looking like a male just exiting his mid-twenties. Each of his opulent, emerald green orbs of his eyes, set into an almond shape stare down the line of his small button nose with the emotional heat that only hundreds of years could build up. The lavish green eyes aim forward, burning with the intensity of malice and avarice; pouring forth from them in streams as they seem to glisten and smolder at the same time. Across the high alabaster cheek bones, the male’s ears are hidden by his blonde hair, which flows back across his neck, hugging the flesh there until it slides into a point in the middle. Meanwhile, the hair on the top of his head hands down over the sides, covering the bits of his mask fragment that still cling to the side of his head and face. His bangs, which are many, do the same over the fragments on his forehead, though they part in the middle, creating the symmetry once again.
Across his face, the visages of his mask are plain to see and draw immediate attention from the eyes; the rather large fragment appears as two hands, stretching outward over his entire head made up of two fingers and the thumbs. These chunks of white first stretch just above his cheek bones, sliding in beneath the eyes where the bony protrusions illustrate finger tips. Each of them pull back into the same bone structure of the fingers tracing backwards to the front of his ear lode; at this point a tri intersection forms, as if someone stretched out their middle finger, index and thumb as far as they could. Out of this intersection, two more phalanges emerge, the first extends upward under a few locks of hair; at the end of them, they pass at the forehead each finger step separated by about an inch of space between them. At the top of his head, the ‘thumbs’ of these hands rest each of them covering the upper portions of his skull in two white streaks before the ‘wrists’ can be seen to form at the back of his head twisting forming a semi-circular cylinder which rides down with his hair to the middle of his spine.
Sojukin’s body meanwhile is a the pinnacle of what many call physical fitness; having nearly hunted down every ounce of fat on his body through the course of his existence. With only a four percent of his body being made of fat, the male’s muscle sculpting is chiseled to the point of looking as if they’ve been carved from marble. Everything on his body is lean, lithe and stretched slightly making the male look slightly lanky in comparison to a few others; while his arms hang down to his thighs and his legs make up the majority of his height, he can be considered pretty much proportionate in body shape. Meanwhile the lengths of his toned arms expand downwards while the muscular formations roll down his arms like waves, easily showing themselves as if someone stuck a small ball inside of his arms. In the center of his chest, just at the solar plexus, his hollow hole rests, burning through about a two inch diameter across his abdomen and unlike some other hollow holes, people can see plainly through his.
Clothing wise, Sojukin has rebelled against the normality of the Arrancar uniform. Instead of the normal white garments of the dead, Sojukin has decided to incorporate his own style against the orders of his superiors. The male’s upper torso is covered firstly with a skin-tight black undershirt; this promptly covers up his hollow hole and the number three tattoo on his right pectoral. His shirt clings tightly to his body, cementing against his muscle sculpting as a few red lines run from his shoulders, intersecting at his solar plexus, then running down to his groin. Over this, the arrancar has placed a white jacket, which he has ripped the sleeves off of, making the black of his undershirt visible on his arms. The jacket itself, rides down to his waist, then splits in half around the seams which creates ‘tails’ around his waist that hang down to his knees. On the jacket, a stripe of long red runs from his kidney and down to his hip before circling back around his back; beneath all of this, Sojukin wears normal hakama in black with combat boots beneath them.
Personality
Sojukin is one of the most volatile people alive, hardheaded, selfish, arrogant, vain, easily angered and boastful are just a few of his many traits. His development on the streets of Tokyo as one of its greatest criminals boosted his ego, creating an arrogant young man who felt he could do no wrong as his plans all succeeded until his last one. He is vain to the point of narcissism, holding himself as one of the greatest creations to have ever existed, primarily due to the fact that every woman he had met has commented on how he looks always in a positive light. He complains in minor fights about nicks and scratches on his ‘perfect’ face or body. However, he knows when there is a time to ignore that and to fight with his all. In these situations he will go as far as disfiguring himself to achieve victory.
He sees the weak to be a burden on the strong and only there so the strong may devour them and grow stronger. He will constantly preach this to those weaker than he is or that he believes are weaker than him. Sojukin may know his own limits, but that will not stop him from boasting in the presence of someone stronger than he is and striking with every belief he will win. This habit formed from the streets where it was a dog eat dog world, if you weren’t strong enough to defend yourself you died and if someone was stronger than you were, well either you worked for them or they shook you down for money every chance they got. Sojukin, appears to also developed a very bad case of selective hearing as he will do whatever he wants no matter what ordered. He seems to believe that his way is always best no matter the other options. He most likely developed this trait again, because of his heists and plans during his criminal years in Tokyo never failed, his unstained track record being a huge point of pride for him. He however, will listen to power or reason should it present itself to him, namely if someone much more powerful than him gives him an order he will obey it to the letter in fear of dying. Sojukin does not believe in honor in battle either, he holds himself above this and will attack those who are weakened or those who are fully able to fight. It doesn’t matter to him. Everything is just a meal to be devoured by his blade, this trait was brought about after he unofficially murdered twenty-seven members of his own gang after one of the members ratted him out to the cops. No one knew who did it, so he simply killed all of them, later he developed this thought process through his events as a hollow noticing how every new hollow he devoured the stronger he became feeding this thought process and giving him a reason to believe it was true.
Sojukin is also extremely paranoid and afraid of dying, he sees death as just another thing to control him and his greatest fear is of being controlled. Since he was a child he has always wanted to be free of the oppressive nature of authority and has found that place among the Arrancar, as most are free to do as they please. His paranoia developed as he had been betrayed several times by humans and hollows alike during his hollow and human years. Namely the people he thought he could trust most, resulting in his fixture of even mistrusting his so called ‘sons’, which are the small creatures which were produced out of his body when he was a hollow. He holds the Horror Vacui, in high regard as they are the most powerful of the beings around him that are of the same race. He holds the shimigami in contempt as they are little more than puppets to fate and move around with little or no concern for their own freedoms, preferring to obey orders than truly spread their wings and fly. The higher level vizards he also shows high amounts of respect for, they are strong and free, having brushed off the soul societies rules to do as they please. The vizards he considers his true people, but alas he became an arrancar instead, still as much respect as he has for them, he has no problem striking one down if it calls for it. Everything else, in his own words are food, especially the Bounts as he despises what they stand for. The vampiric race has long stood against all his virtues, even the rogues who ignore the soul societies rules and regulations for their feeding, he see them only as food as they disgrace what he longs for entrapping themselves in some high society order, snuffing their noses up at others and bending into a sect of decrypted puppets with little or no chance of not becoming extinct unless they find some way to breed. Humans and Quincys are little better than the bounts, but some catch his interest as they share his ideals, but still they are merely food.
Sojukin’s favorite activity involves soaking in a hot bath for hours, while daydreaming about his earlier years and triumphs. He particularly enjoys this because it gives him time to think about his life before hand and how he could have done things better to advance his position now. These thoughts can last for hours and he was once dragged in front of the other espada naked, after falling asleep in his bath, then sat through the entire meeting like that, not caring as they had interrupted his thoughts. He enjoys reading as well, but he has little time for it and sees knowledge to be of less use than power as book knowledge cannot help one survive in the world they live in, though he does enjoy strategy, particularly playing chess as it sharpens ones battle reflexes. Sojukin harbors no love for music aside from the occasional ballad to get his blood flowing, he lived without it on the streets and sees it useless, though he does seem to enjoy it on the off occasion.
Sojukin’s favorite food is Takoyaki a spherical, fried dumpling of batter with a piece of octopus inside, and Umeboshi, a small pickled ume fruit usually very very sour. These were treats that his real parents feed him before they abandoned him and have long been scarred into his mind as things that connects him to them. He will seek this out quite often and will sit alone and enjoy them, reflecting on what little memory he has of them left. Sojukin, hates anything that has been fried or is overly sweet. He developed these dislikes after reading that they caused skin problems and refused to eat them after words due to his vain nature. Ironically, he also hates people that are arrogant or don’t listen. Finding them to be overbearing and annoying, while he tries to explain his point of view and they have no heed for it.
History:
A Beautiful Death
Sojukin Asamoto, also known as the Red Serpent do to the bloody red armor he wears and the way his troops seem to move in a snake like formation during battle was one of the most feared and corrupt Shoguns in all of Japan’s history. However, he was stripped from his position by some upstart at the turn of the century and has now turned into an equally feared criminal mastermind. His record so far contained: three hundred raids on the Kyoto farm land, four hundred on the southern lands and seventy on the heart of the capital city, forty villages burned to the ground and two genocides of sub-sects of the Japanese, namely the Dan-Pings. One of his ancestors seems to have been Dutch or European as he has blonde hair with black tips, his eyes are also round. His parents are unknown as he was abandoned as a child and eventually worked his way up the samurai chain, but now he is disgraced and forced to live as a thief.
Sojukin cast the flier to the ground and stamped on it as his men ransacked the quaint village. He was mounted atop his stead, Hybrid of Kyoshi, a strong red haired mere that was fabled to be able to run a thousand miles in one day. He found himself most peaceful during these raids, it reminded him of a better time when he went to war for his country to ransack similar villages for land. Now he was just another leech, taking what was once his back while the people suffer. He smiled and signaled his men to torch it after all the provisions had been stolen. Damn…it feels good to be in control, he thought as the village soon caught fire. His lead officer soon rode up beside him and began to speak of his worries.
“Asamoto-sama, our look out spotted the Imperial Army a days march away! They are headed straight for us and the Emperor himself is leading the charge!”
Sojukin turned slightly in shock at the news he was just given. They were so far from the capital, how in the world could they have known they would be here? His mind turned violently as his katana and bow rattled from his steed’s uneasiness. He looked at his officer and suddenly it was clear, the look in his eyes, the look of guilt, it was so clear, dark and unclear like a pool of stagnant water, he wouldn’t make eye contact now and it gave him away. Sojukin grabbed the young man by the throat and threw him off his horse, standing over him as he drew his katana. Moving over him as he readied his blade to kill him, knowing he was a traitor.
“Asamoto-sama, wait please, I had no choice, they have my family. Spare me, let us flee together!”
“You are a coward and you have no honor! There is only one way to redeem your honor now and you will perform it or I will kill you myself. There is no place in this world for traitors in this world.”
The irony in these words struck home to Sojukin and he waited for his officer to pull out his blade and purge it deep into his stomach, then cut across it. He was already screaming with pain and Sojukin loped off his head to end it permanently. He walked slowly back to his horse after cleaning his sword on his officer’s jacket, then called for his men to retreat. They rode and marched for as long as they could finally passing through a mountain pass. Their trek had been long and arduous, but they had escaped, they made camp that night at the bottom of the mountain, while Sojukin sat with his other officers and told them of the others betrayal. As he spoke he noticed the same look of guilt in all of their eyes, he roared in a blind fury and removed his katana and killed them one by one, screaming each had no honor. He loped their heads off one by one leaving the tent covered in blood as he walked out for air. He swore he would not die the way they had, he would die with honor and he would die a beautiful death in combat. He stood against a tree facing the sun as it slowly crept over the horizon; he only watched it for a few moments, before the sound of horses charging over the land could be heard. The imperial army had neglected itself rest and was now nearing their camp.
Sojukin ignored his men, they were all traitors anyway and could fend from themselves, he mounted his steed and quickly turned it around toward the mountain path and spurred it as hard as he could. The horse whined at the suddenness of his demand, but rushes away at his bidding. All Sojukin could think about at the moment was saving his own life and keeping himself from dying at the hands of the imperial army and their dreaded long bow archers, whose aim was legendary. He rode on faster, stopping at one of the higher peaks to see the army was still chasing him and his men were now slain along with a few of the armies soldiers. He rode on in terror and crested one of the smaller peaks, before a rock slide occurred in front of him and he was left with nowhere to go. He had to wait for his doom to come to him, he however would make good on his vow, he drew his bow and armed it waiting for the first soldier to come. He waited and heat of the summer sun was intense and his helmet was trapping in all the heat. He began to sweat violently as he waited, but he would be rewards soon he thought. He continued to wait and saw no one, so he removed his helmet and chest pads to relieve himself from the heat.
Sojukin stayed like that, bare-chested and with no helmet waiting for the Imperial Army to round the bend and he was rewarded with their first line coming around the curve, he fired and pierced the first between the eyes, he drew arrows frantically as they came a horde of them now rushing towards him. He felt trapped yet at the same time excited, this was truly a life or death situation and he knew he was going die, it was an entire army against him, he would soon be out of arrows, but he would make them pay for his life. He fired at some stones above the soldiers as they rushed toward them, it hit the stones, but they did not fall, they were only a few yards away now. Frantic, he began to fire rapidly at them and caused a small rock slide which sent a chunk of the soldiers plummeting to their doom, their screams of terror roaring through the hot air of the mountain said and echoing back around to Sojukin, music to his ears. The events continued on like that for another ten minutes, finally Sojukin had run out of arrows, it was what he knew what would happen from the start and dismounted drawing his katana as soldiers rushed him.
He knew there was no hope left, but rushed forward and began to fight the soldiers one on one in the narrow pass., he knew it wouldn’t be long before archers would begin to climb up to the ledge above and ran death upon him. He cringed as a soldier got close to cutting him and moved to the side, before deflecting another attack, flashing steel seemed to come from everywhere and the air reverberated from the blades clashing. He struck down two soldiers with a heavy swing, but two more took their place immediately, his arms felt heavy and his body was drenched with sweat, glistening in the sun from the swear amount of it. He swore repeatedly as they kept coming and it was all he could do to keep his arms up, he panted and the first cut across his chest occurred, it was just a minor cut but it burned fiercely all the way across his right pectoral. He swung back hard, loping of the soldier’s hand, just before what he knew would eventually occur did. An arrow pierced his heart and his left lung and he knew death was upon him. His vision dimmed as he swung randomly and time slowed. There was nothing he could, but watch now, each swing came down slashing him to shreds as his body wouldn’t move to defend itself. He collapsed and his body lurched over, falling over the edge of the cliff and down below into a wall puddle of water, then turned red from his blood. Sojukin, the Red Serpent, had perished and he just smiled and uttered that he had died a beautiful death, but he still desired to destroy the emperor.
Hell’s Phoenix
Sojukin woke up, but how could this be he thought nervously, he was dead! He looked around and he was still in the same spot he had died in. He looked down and his body was still there and the soldiers were about to take it away. His thoughts ran wild as he tried to stop them, but to no avail, he seemed rooted in place. He groaned and wept, then looked around and at himself. He looked the same as before, but now there was a chain connected to some hook just below his solar plexus. He tore at it, but found it did nothing and looked at it curiously.
“What the hell is this?”
He examined it further and it was about four feet long and laid straight on the ground unless he moved it. Frowning he looked at the very end of it and noticed it was slowly eating itself away, what manner of sorcery is this he thought horrified as he watched the chain slowly, agonizingly slow creep toward him. He tore at the chain harder, but to no avail. Resigning to it he simply laid back and waited. He grew angry as the weeks passed and the chain still wasn’t there, he screamed at his god about this torture and tore at it again. He budged it a little, but not much else. Tearing at the other end he tried to make it split faster, but it wouldn’t and he again just resigned to fate. After another week, the final encroachment began. The pain hit him out of nowhere and stunned him, then he began to scream louder and as hard as he could. The pain was so immense he felt as if someone was slowly tearing him apart and his screams rocked the mountain, just before his body disappeared and a new menace was about to be born.
Slowly, Sojukin opened his eyes, he was different somehow. He felt different felt the need to kill, he grumbled then got up but he had no arms. Shock overtook him and turned back to the puddle of water and looked at his reflection. He screamed ‘Oni!’, then noticed its mouth opened as he screamed. Examining it, he realized he was the Oni. He looked around and opened his mouth, noticing it opened in four different directions in his reflection and was full of jagged, serrated, reticulated teeth. He roared in anger, then began to walk along and found a clearer pool of water and looked at his entire reflection. He was now covered in some brown and greenish hide, he frowned and was greatly disturbed by this but a new tendency for murder was growing in him and he liked it. He crawled into the water for a moment and swam getting his fill as he was thirsty, then looked around and began making his way toward the Emperor’s palace, revenge came first after all.
Hueco Mundo
Sojukin…no Wrath jaw, walked slowly along the path to the palace, then began to notice that humans could not see or hear him. He was elated at this and grinned as best as he could in his new disgusting form. His legs dangled and seemed almost too thin to support his body, yet they had so much power, while the rest of him was covered in tiny faces with larger facial features, sometimes the eyes, sometimes the nose, or the mouth, every face was hideous he thought and continued to move. He broke into a sprint as he reached the halfway point, then ran straight up the side of the fortress walls, walking across the wall as he spied the Palace itself. He grinned and knew the king would be at the top and he would easily be able to kill him there. He smiled and flicked his new rat like tail back and forth in joy, striking one of the faces on his body. Its eyes opened and soon Wrath Jaw was a father.
“Hello father.” The little face said as it slowly pulled itself out of Wrath Jaw’s body emerging with its own. It was almost a foot tall with a round little baby face and grotesquely large nose that was connected to a rather small body with thin arms and legs that should have had no hope of supporting him. There was a pop however as the creature sucked in and his arms and legs gained a little muscle. Wrath Jaw wasn’t amused by the things antics as it danced and yelled “Me is borned Me is borned!” Wrath jaw pinned it under his right paw and moved his claws out of them moving them close to the little things neck.
“Who and what are you? If you are with me what use are you too me?”
The little thing scratched hits abnormally large head and shrugged, Wrath Jaw had to admit it was kinda cute. It looked sad, before saying.
“I not got a name poppa, you have to name me.”
“Alright your name is Imp…ummm son…now what can you do?”
Imp looked up at his rather, then looked over at the palace walls. It jumped and tucked itself into a ball and soon was a ball of green fire. Wrath Jaw could feel its heat four feet away from it and could still feel it on him as imp launched himself into the tower where the emperor resided. As he crashed into the tower, his entire body exploded in a flash of green fire spreading rapidly through the tower, causing it to turn to ash rapidly. He smiled and looked at his son, who was no back as part of his body.
“So Imp are all the faces like you?”
“No, father, most are but there are two that are different, you’ll have to figure out which for yourself.”
The tiny creature closed its eyes and began to rest, then slowly sunk back at no more than skin level. Wrath jaw smiled, that’s right you rest, you did a good job. Now however, I have a score to settle and your eyes are not yet meant to see your father kill a man. He grinned and ran across the buildings jumping high into the top room where he saw the Emperor readying to flee, his royal guard moving ahead of him. He smiled, then slammed into the emperor, pinning him to the ground as he opened his jaws. I may not reclaim my land he thought, but I can have the second best thing, my revenge. Wrath jaw bent down and wrapped his mouth completely around the emperor’s head and devoured it, swallowing it whole, before leaping out of the palace and vanishing into the forest behind it.
The days dragged on his new body and each passing day, his need to kill grew. He was soon devouring entire villages for the heck of it and the entire Feudal world feared his next attack, until one day as human saw him and screamed and ran from him. He didn’t know how the human did what she did, but she knew he was there and she got away from him. He thought about it, but his thoughts were interrupted by a woman in a black uniform shouting at him.
“Hollow prepare to die!”
“What the hell is a hollow!?”
“You are you idiot!”
“Who are you calling an idiot? I’ve been dead for not even a year and I’m already some demon thing now you want to tell me I’m called a hollow?”
“Maybe if you could see your chest, you’d down that we call you hollows because of the holes in your body!”
Wrath jaw embarrassed for a moment, looked down and noticed for the first time he actually did have a hole doing all the way through. He wondered how in the world he had missed that.
“Ok, that makes sense now, so what are you!?”
“I’m a Shimigami, you idiot, I’m the person that is supposed to purify you and make sure you turn back to a human. That or if you were truly wicked make sure you burn in hell!”
“Oh…well are there more of me?”
“DUH you idiot you know nothing, hollows have to eat each other to get stronger!”
“Oh…ok thanks, oh and next time..if you live don’t talk to the enemy.”
Wrath Jaw turned and began walking away as one the imps he had created flew out of his body and twisted around the rocky slope slamming into the shimigami’s back setting her on fire are the explosion which knocked her out. He smirked as Imp cheered about how smart his father was, then he heard clapping, which could be coming from Imp, because his hands were inside. He looked up and two hollows were above him, one gorilla like in shape with massive arms and a hideously disfiguring mask, the other like a minotaur, with crooked horns and hooves for hands and feet. Behind them was a hole which appeared to lead to a desert. Wrath Jaw didn’t care about the other two hollows, he simply jumped between them into the desert and the portal closed, he was now in Hueco Mundo. A world with no sunlight, he shook his head as he began to wander around the desert, everything was so bleak, just gray sand and gray rocks. He began to wonder if there was anything here, when the sand began to shake under him and a large hollow worm thing burst out of the ground with a bunch of feelers all over its body. Wrath Jaw jumped and had three Imps strike its body, before he ate a piece of its body and swallowed. The thing screeched in hideous pain, then receded into the sand. That was Wrath Jaws first encounter with a hostile hollow, it was by far the easiest fight of them all. The rest were all true tests of his ability, but he always rose to the occasion. He gained strength and soon he met his other children Succubus and Baal. Succubus was a female version of Imp, that produced a massive amount of smoke from its mouth, which blinded anyone in it and slowed down their reaction time as long as they stayed in it and the longer they stay in it, the longer the effect lingers. Baal was a muscular little guy almost as big as Wrath Jaw was. He was bulky and appeared to made out of some sort of boney material which was spiky and evil looking. Baal’s face was twisted and bent, looking more like a beetle's than a human's. He also relished in his ability, which engulfed his entire body in a ball of fire, then spread out almost for a block in all directions, spreading the super-heated flames everywhere.
Each hollow that Wrath Jaw devoured every enemy he defeated, he began to grow stronger and he began to feel something inside of him shifting. He felt as if the collective natures of every hollow he had devoured where getting stronger and were pulling him in. He fought it and began to slaughter more hollows, but soon it became too much. His body broke down again and soon he felt his mind being dragged into something new. He howled in rage, but it was futile, his body shifted and grew large and black soon he was as tall as a skyscraper. His mask changed into a plain one with a long nose. He stood still for a moment, then moved on as a mindless beast, he was now a Menos Grande. He began fighting for control of the body as soon as he became a Menos. He would not allow for himself to be controlled and ripped tore through the other hollows, making their strength his own again. A century passed and soon he was in complete control and emerged as an adjuchas. He grumbled as he awoke in his new body, it was much more humanoid, he had legs now and arms, but his hands and feet were still more like paws and it was easier to get around on all fours. He frowned at this and found his mask about the same as it was when he was a normal hollow. He wondered the desert again for almost six hundred years, before he finally came face to face with an arrancar.
Wrath Jaw paced himself through another painful walk through this god forsaken desert. He sighed, when he saw it, a large castle construct. He paced toward it clearly, wondering what it was and when he was about a mile away; he saw what appeared to be a humanoid in a white outfit entering the castle. He rushed forward to attack, but the humanoid’s spiritual pressure surged and he knew it was no normal human. He stopped and looked at the man oddly. He was tall about 6’2 with a white strip of cloth around his eyes. His hair was black and hung down to his shoulder, with a thin line for a mouth and hook nose. He turned toward Wrath Jaw, with a sharp turn of the heel and began to draw his sword from its sheathe, Wrath Jaw, then saw the hole in his chest, he was shocked and looked up at the man in awe.
“What…”
Wrath Jaw wasn’t allowed to finish, before the man spoke, his voice gruff and threatening, full of power and life.
“Hollow, why have you come to Las Noches, you do not belong here, return to the desert or you will face my blade.”
“Wait, Wait, I’ll go but what are you!?”
“I am an arranchar hollow, you should know this by now, we are hollows who have removed our masks to gain shimigami powers. We watch over this place called Las Noches and we protect the royal family, not that they need it.”
“So…you got more powerful by taking off your mask.”
“Correct, but not all are guaranteed to look like humans, some turn into bigger monsters, but still strength grows quite a bit.”
“Thanks…”
Wrath Jaw left thinking upon his words and for the first time in a thousand years, he began to think of his past life. Soon after Wrath Jaw found himself in the Forest of Hollows, fighting with the most powerful adjuchas, but he soon bit off more than he could chew and angered a Vasto Lorde. He had been fighting like any other day and one of the imps had flown into a cave nearby where they were fighting. A roar echoed out of the cave, then a massive spiritual pressure pushed him down. All he remembered from the event was running away as fast as he could and it chasing him and shooting ceros at him leveling sections of the forest. He panted as the barrage finally stopped and sat down thinking about the arrancar’s words again. He looked down at his hands and pictured himself as he was. He wanted that back and he wanted it now. He reached up and grabbed his mask.
Las Noches
A new arrancar was born and soon the others rushed to the entrance of Las Noches to watch him enter. There mixed reactions of joy and anger as he approached. He felt thousands of eyes discern him as he moved through the entrance and into the main foyer of the massive establishment. He looked around, then looked in a mirror, his old face had returned to him and he smiled. All that was once his was his again and he was overcome with joy as he saw this. His only thoughts now turned to the feature and making himself as strong as possible and annihilating anyone in his way. He was lead to a spare chamber and looked into another chamber remembering how he died and everything from before, he drew his zanpakuto and stabbed it through the mirror.
“I am Sojukin Asamoto, once again and I trample anyone who stands in my way. My power shall be absolute and I will trump all!”
Sojukin spent the next two centuries honing his new powers as an arrancar, bidding his time as he built up his strength to become an espada
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
Masterizzazione Diavolo: (Burning Devil): Sojukin creates a green ball of fire which floats near or around him. Each ball takes only about two seconds to materialize and can be filled with more of his spirit energy to become larger, but top at about two feet wide and two feet high. He can create each at will and they seem to follow the intended target unless Sojukin throws it at which point it will fly much much faster around five times faster than a cero, but only in a straight line. Otherwise they can easily be outrun or fooled into bumping into something else as they only travel by themselves at the speed of a normal cero. During this their turning ability is moderate and if charging at someone will have to make a large u-turn to resume the chase. The technique is the same as it was before he became an arrancar, each ball explodes on impact turning anything without a concentration of spirit energy into ash instantly. Each explosion will only hit with the force of half a bala and the flames that ensue are where the real damage occurs, each burning at almost 2000 degrees. On a person of equal power, each ball would cause a first degree burn, causing a welt and some darkening. In terms of cost each blast costs slightly more than a bala. He can create at least six at once and can create another as soon as one explodes.
Signore delle Ombra: (Lord of Shadows): A misnomer as the technique has nothing to do with shadows; Sojukin calls upon his reiatsu pumping energy about his feet causing it to expand rapidly into a circle with a five foot radius around him. Flames then roar out of the circle flashing upwards in a black coloration as they screech wildly and form the shapes of various demons and tortured souls, perfectly concealing Sojukin during the activation. While the flames can cause some minor burns to those of similar rank, it can not be used much for defense or offense and is rather a technique designed to stall or distract an opponent from another attack being prepared. The ability consumes about three percent of Sojukin’s total reiatsu.
Additional Info:
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Sojukin’s zanpakuto appears to be about the size of an average katana with a hexagon shaped hand guard. This however, is where its appearance with normal katanas ends. His katana when pulled from it’s sheathe is red in color with a black line running jaggedly through the entire blade up to the point. At the start of the blade on the hand guard, is a traditional oni face with its mouth shaped so the blade appears to be its tongue. The oni face is ornate with two red gems for eyes and horns made of ebony. Underneath the hand guard is the hilt of the blade, underneath the cap at the bottom, the hilt is held together with a thick white string which two gold balls on each side fastening it into place, while the cap is also made of gold and keeps the string from untangling itself.
Resurrecctión
Armor/ Appearance:
The immoral, the damned and the immortal all look up, seeing the one who would call them from their damned home; the one that would give them a chance to escape the pit of hell and live once again on the plane of man. Eyes full of greed, malice, lust and envy, they await stretching their hands upward towards him as the blonde arrancar brings his weapon over his head and they swarm there. Souls of the damned reverberating through the air in bright purple consuming the air around them in bright heat as a swarm of them rushes up from beneath him; completely concealing his body before erupting into a ball of black flames.
“Consort with Demons, il Stregone.” He shouts into the air and suddenly the screech of the demonic around him vanishes as they are sucked within him; causing him to transcend the former form and gain a great deal of power in the process. At that point, the smoke will clear from the flames and Sojukin will be standing there; his transformation immediately obvious just from looking at his head. The male’s release form changes all of him, but most of all his head; the mask fragments are now removed as no white hands grasp his skull. In their place, two horns each protrude only about a foot forward in a spiral of the deepest black forming a point in front of his head from either of his temples and face towards his enemies ready to gore them. The image of his mouth is now removed from site as fleshy tentacles now wrap around his mouth with about five on each side coming out of ‘sheathes’ on his cheeks and intertwining around the opening of his mouth, creating an impromptu mask as they tangle around each other and look in mouth. When the tentacles pull away, his mouth is a four-sided wall of teeth, the sideways rows closing over those that would be normal as each creates its own vicious spike; meanwhile, his once opulent green eyes have been removed of all color, turning a pure milky white from the sclera and past the iris stopping only at the pure blacks of his pupils.
His body likewise has been modified, though mostly in the replacing of his clothing. Around his chest, a large chest plate of purest alabaster has formed; the normal ‘carapace’ for all arrancar ressurections; however, his is much more ornate than most. On the plate are engraved many screaming heads, in great detail, each of them positioning their faces in different degrees of agony and despair while hands seem to be clawing upwards and out as if trying to desperately get away from Sojukin. These faces do not extend much past Sojukin’s body, only halting after about three inches at maximum from his body; from this, long sleeves of a black extend from the carapace, forming the sleeves he once neglected during his unreleased form. Each piece of black fabric is rippling with lines of red, riding down in various crag like positions to mimic the flowing of blood which connected to the outer most hands connecting to his shoulders; where the fingers appear to be bleeding.
Around his waist, where the tails once existed now rests another version of them; these tails now wrap around Sojukin’s entire torso, creating a slight opening in the shape of from his grow and widening down around his legs; meanwhile the back portion creates a single point around the back hanging down to his calves where the three folds of the fabric wave lightly. This itself is also white, but with the similar lines of red running through it and a black layer directly under the white. His legs largely remained the same; while his feet have been crafted into much larger talon like existences, each with only two toes from each ending in a knife like point with a similar heel in the back. The flesh of these talons is obscured by the black armor tinged red surrounding them, still the most obvious part of his resurrection is what appears on his back.
Shooting up from the base of his spine is the upper portion of another skeleton, the creature only containing its body from the rib cage up while its spine is connected to Sojukin’s. As far as skeleton’s go, the being is fairly average, emerging from Sojukin’s back it is only slightly larger in proportion to him, with his hands being an inch longer and his head being visibly bigger, but not by much. The most defining features are that the skeleton’s fingers only contain three fingers, a middle finger, an index and thumb, just like his mask fragment and from his crown emerge three points from the top of the forehead, making it appear like the skeleton was once some sort of king. Sojukin can move this construction at will and use it to great effect in combat; however, it is used mostly as a battering ram or a defensive tool rather than a precision tool. While the tres espada has been known to allow it to wield his sword, the skeleton has no muscle structure and is being supported purely by reiatsu, meaning blows can still do damage, but nowhere near the level of what Sojukin can do himself. Most disturbingly though, Sojukin can freely move the skeleton’s mouth, making it appear to speak and even use ventriloquism or use reiatsu to create a voice for him to speak with. Generally, the voice has a flanging effect and sounds like numerous creatures trying to speak at once; having Sojukin affectionately call the creature ‘Legion’, mostly out of spite for the now single unified voice in his head that once wanted that same name.
Abilities:
Masterizzazione Bestia Demone: While working on the same principle of Masterizzazione Diavolo, Masterizzazione Bestia Demone is extremely more powerful and much less predictable than its ancestor. Instead of simply forming at his palms, Masterizzazione Bestia Demone forces open a demonic mouth at any point on Sojukin’s body. This mouth then spews forth the fireball from its mouth, launching the energies which Sojukin has been storing up (at least six% of his total energy and after a post of charge time.) At first, the ball seems no small than the average tennis ball but fires quickly from the mouth at the rate of a cero before slowing down to about fifty-miles an hour as it constantly expands until halting at its full expansion of fifteen feet by fifteen feet and exploding. This can easily inflict even the toughest opponents barring the horror vacui and the Captain Commander with ease at a second degree burn for being caught in the explosion, much less being hit from the start and being carried along for the full ride.
L'ombra della morte: (Death’s Shadow) Again, the technique is a misnomer as it does not involve any sort of shadows; instead, Sojukin expands upon his former ability in pre-release. L’ombra della morte ignites Sojukin’s reiatsu into a large pit of black flames, which lap upwards around him and twist into a spire; however, unlike his previous form of this ability, it expands outward with a circumference thirty feet. Another major difference is that when Sojukin uses these flames, he can pressure them in any direction he wants, creating a wave of fire that can create minor burns that act as distractions or hindrances during combat. Consumes six percent of Sojukin’s total reiatsu.
Assassino dei fedeli: (Murderer of the Faithful.): The culmination of all of Sojukin’s techniques, the intense heat that he brought along in every technique to this point suddenly pales in comparison. Igniting at close to four-thousand degrees Fahrenheit, the bright green flames of his technique completely engulf the skeleton on his back, giving it a hood and making it appear as a spectral grim reaper. Once this occurs, the male will have two posts to do as he wishes with the ability, while the flames can not move more than three meters from his body at any given moment, the extension from the skeleton and the flames itself gives him ample room to move the flames. This technique consumes fifteen percent of his total reiatsu at the moment and can be instantly activated, but only once per any given battle; activating multiple times per thread requires a cool down period of at least six posts.
Anima Dannata: (Damned Soul): Sojukin’s most devastating ability in terms of raw power and the most costly. Placing his palm backwards, the skeleton will shake for a moment before placing its hands over Sojukin’s and spew out a purple ball into his hand. This energy will spiral for a brief moment before expanding into a purple blade only a few inches shorter than his normal katana; however, the blade itself can not cut an opponent nor can it block any blows. Once Sojukin swings the blade or it is struck on something, it will erupt into a massive arc of purple fire that rapidly expands itself in every direction but toward the holder. These flames can instantly create third degree burns or even char the flesh completely off an enemy should they come in contact with them; however, they are fairly easy to dodge provided one doesn’t back up once the attack is activated. Consumes twenty percent of Sojukin’s total reiatsu and takes at least two posts worth of charge time.
Hollow Techniques
Hierro
Cero
Bala
Gargunta
Sonido
Practicing Pesquia
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