Jason Buck [Shinigami]

Name: Jason Buck

Nickname: The Soldier

Age: 753

Gender: ONE-HUNDRED PERCENT MAN

Squad: 11

Rank: 6

Weapon(s): He probably has a jar of spoiled mayonnaise hidden somewhere. Really spoiled mayonnaise. So spoiled it’s almost as poisonous as Orihime’s cooking.

Personality:
“I have personally killed 6,078 men in cold blood while looking them in the eye; jumped on 1,455 live grenades; and stuffed fourteen feet of my own intestine back into my stomach.
If that doesn't scare you out of your frilly pink leotards, guess what: You are an idiot and you hate the Soul Society.”
-Jason Buck on real fear

Jason, whether due to a fearless attitude towards everything or his lack of the mental capacity to process fear, cannot – and will not – feel fear, unless it’s directly induced (toxins, psychic abilities, etcetera). On multiple occasions, Jason has charged into a situation that many others had the common sense not to, and emerged victorious. Granted, on multiple occasions, he had emerged with more than a few broken bones, gashes, several nasty bruises and a blister on his big toe. However, sometimes, this headstrong, gung-ho attitude is what’s needed in the face of adversity.
Just not in the measures he delivers it.

“Stop hiding behind your little toys and FIGHT LIKE A MAN!”
-Jason Buck on true strength

Jason values prowess in combat. True, so does the rest of the eleventh division, but rarely will you see anyone grabbing an opponent by the scruff of their neck after they’ve released their Zanpakutō, barking in their face like a man possessed. He has no objections to releasing a weapon’s Shikai form, but what he does have an objection to is people relying too heavily on their powers instead of their own skill. Being in possession of a Zanpakutō that only releases itself for ten seconds at a time with far longer gaps in between, Jason has had to rely on his own power for most of his career, and has repeatedly snapped weaker Hollows’ necks with his bare hands.
To make a point.

“You sissified maggot scum have just signed your death warrants!”
-Jason Buck on being a violent warmonger

Jason lives to fight – that’s about as simple as you can put it. As long as it’s against a clear enemy, he will beat them to a pulp, and then some. People are afraid to spar with him, as he has erased the meaning of ‘holding back’ from his brain – along with a lot of other things as well, apparently. Whenever he fights, he always gives it everything he has, and will barrel forward until something stops him. Usually something bigger, harder, or a blunt instrument on his noggin. It’s rumoured that he was born that way, and that he was a violent person with anger issues from the moment he exited the womb. Complete tosh, of course – it started when he was old enough to crawl.

“You’ve done me proud, boys.”
-Jason Buck praising people of a lower rank on a job well done

Despite everything, Jason still retains some semblance of sentimental thought, as even a person so obsessed with destroying can be subject to being a little teary-eyed when they see people achieving the goal they worked so long and hard for. When he’s beaten fair and square, and has been genuinely outdone, he doesn’t act bitter – he doesn’t know his limits, but that doesn’t mean he can’t appreciate another person’s strength. Ask anyone who’s surpassed him in combat, and they’ll tell you that, while he may seem a little disappointed at the outcome, he’ll never cease to give a hearty pat on the back to the victor. If he can.


Physical Appearance:
Tall and built with highly-toned muscles, Jason has the body of a fighter – even if his mind is that of a berserker. His skin, covered in various marks and scars from the many fights he has engaged in, is of a healthy tone, but with an undeniable twinge of pallor mixed in. Nevertheless, the fact is that Jason is built like a tank, but more… Streamlined. Not exactly awe of fear-inspiring, but enough to show he means business.

Cut to about an inch in length for sheer practicality, Jason keeps his sandy-brown follicles in an orderly manner, believing good hair is not sensible hair, and that it will simply get in the way when he fights. Rumours say that he could have some of the greatest hair known to man or woman, but the fact remains that it is not. His eyes, a deep shade of green, rarely leave one of three states - angry, violently happy, and asleep.

When it comes to clothing, Jason is not afraid to wear clothing unsuited to the weather, if only to make a point that he's more manly than you, always has been, and always will be. When not in his standard uniform (unaltered, due to a sense of duty), his usual outfit consists of a form-fitting tank top, one that shows off his muscle tone. Conversely, his baggy cargo trousers - of varying camouflage patterns - do not do this so well. In terms of footwear, he favours combat boots, either polished to a shining black, or stained brown and slightly red by who-knows-what.

Bio:
As a child, Jason was never a very peaceful person. Not that he cried – in fact, when he was a baby, he cried so little it was scary. What was also scary was how violent he was with his toys, incessantly smashing them into something. When he grew up, it was much the same. When asked what he wanted for his birthday, he always asked for a toy weapon. Sometimes he’d ask for a real one. He got the toy ones, but his firearm was saved for when he was of age.
He then refused to use it, saying it was a ‘weapon for sissies who can’t look their prey in the eyes before they kill them.’

All throughout his life, Jason participated in various martial arts, settling on the biggest-advertised one in the area – solely because it was the cheapest one in the area to learn. However, when it came to hand-to-hand combat, none could outmatch him in the art of screaming like a madman and beating the hell out of a confused foe, with little to no technique whatsoever. He just did whatever worked – it hadn't failed him once, apart from a rough estimate of about a quarter of the time. Nevertheless, he never let his wounds get the better of him, always striving to get stronger.
Because he loved fighting.

As an adult, Jason met all the physical requirements required to join the army – however, his numerous assault charges, five cases of grievous bodily harm and one count of attempted murder were stopping him from getting in. His counsellor told him not to worry about it, and that there had to be something else he was good at. However, as he had the intelligence and foresight of a dead fly, getting a job would be difficult.

However, by some stroke of good luck, he managed to find someone willing to hire him. So elated was he, that he wouldn’t have to deal with the ‘wimps’ in underground fighting tourneys, that he didn’t realise he was going to be hit by a car. And, despite his overwhelming manliness, Jason could not survive being hit with several tonnes of steel, and died a bloody, painful, screaming death.

The first thing Jason saw upon awakening as a spirit, was a Hollow. The first thing the Shinigami that was called to pick him up saw, was an extremely angry man with either no fear or no brains, holding the Hollow in an impromptu Full Nelson, attempting to wrestle the beast to the ground. While he was quite annoyed at the Shinigami for sending him to the afterlife, he was absolutely delighted to hear that he could be a Shinigami himself – and would be paid for killing Hollows left, right and centre. In fact, he would be encouraged to.
Nobody told him they were just purified. They didn’t want to ruin his moment.

And, though disappointed when he found out he wasn’t killing anything, upon graduation, Jason read a book. This being an accomplishment in itself, this was made all the more astounding by the fact it was a book detailing the war on Quincies. Spying a chance to get into even more fights, Jason prowled the world of the living, looking for anyone who used a bow and arrow to dispatch Hollows. While hunting, he awarded himself many medals of his own design, for acts of astounding bravery and skill.
However, his rampage ended approximately two weeks later, when somebody told him the Quincies were dead, save for a few stragglers not worth bothering with.

Jason now passes his time by beating seven shades of black and blue out of any Hollow that dares to cross his path, and any he dares to cross paths with. He hopes to achieve Bankai one day, in order to allow him to completely annihilate an Arrancar. He knows it’s little more than a pipe dream, but he figured that by serving in the eleventh division, he could grow strong enough to take on bare-handed. He was already punching Hollows in the face to get their attention.

Inner world appearance:
A huge dustbowl, with explosions and gunfire visible and audible for miles around. However, the space Brutus and Jason occupy seems to always be clear.


Zanpakutō


Name: Brutus

Zanpakutō spirit: Taking on the appearance of a tough, gruff, gravel-voiced soldier with an aura that says ‘I will eat your limbs,’ Brutus does not sound or look particularly nice. Donning a dark green trench coat and a matching tin helmet, a grenade is constantly in his hand, and though his eyes are covered, one can tell that he's smirking at you while planning to murder you. Messily.

Sealed form: Taking the form of a steel-bladed machete with a notched wooden handle, Brutus’ sealed form is not particularly suited to combat. However, where it fails in being suited for actual swordplay, it excels in dealing with its wielder’s incessantly inconsistent attack patterns, and habit of just swinging in whatever way works at the time.


Shikai


Call out phrase: “Give ‘em hell, Brutus!”

Shikai description: The machete turns completely red when using Invigorate, blue when using Shield, Green when using Anesthetic.

Ability: Depending on certain conditions, various buffs can be applied to people he deems allies, within fifteen metres of him, for ten seconds. These are activated by blowing on the bugle at his belt, thus deploying the corresponding battle standard. Oddly enough, his Shikai is only active for as long as the buff is, and can only be activated by activating the buff. Please note that, as the following effects must be charged, and as Jason is ‘questionable’ in terms of stability, effects may charge quickly. No two buffs can be activated at the same time, and a buff cannot be charged while in use.

Techniques:
Invigorate
Affected allies gain a thirty-five percent increase in energy. Similar to taking a shot of adrenaline, except it only lasts for ten seconds/one post, and only lasts when in range of Jason. Charged by Jason dealing damage.

Shield
A barrier is put up around affected allies, nullifying weak ranged attacks, and reducing the effectiveness of others. Living beings can walk through it easily, and it does not block physical attacks. Charges as Jason takes damage.

Anaesthetic
Affected allies feel no pain from their wounds, or subsequent attacks when under the influence of this technique. However, they can still register blows, and where the wounds are. Dangerous to use sometimes, due to being unable to recognise being hit in the heat of battle. Charges over time (10 posts).

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There it was – the ever-familiar sound of bones being snapped in two.
The Hollow was one of the smaller ones, one that Jason could get his arms around, and purify. Just to make a point to some stunned greenhorns about ‘true strength,’ he was wrestling a Hollow to the floor, repeatedly punching its mask. He didn’t seem to care that his knuckles were raw and bleeding from making contact with the – unusually terrified – entity. Mind, you’d be pretty scared as well, if a hulk of a man barrelled into you while screaming maniacally. You’d likely be even more scared if he proceeded to knock you to the floor, and threaten to break your neck with his bare hands.

Jason was eventually thrown against a wall, but though he seemed dazed, the nigh-brainless Shinigami was standing and ready for action. Blood was seeping from various parts of his body, but upon realising that he was wounded, he simply ignored this fact outright – bar what he said afterwards.
“Pain does not hurt me! I do not have time to bleed!”
With this, he delivered a vicious uppercut to the monster’s jaw, knocking the biped backwards. A series of un-coordinated punches followed, with Jason not even thinking vaguely about the teachings that had been bestowed upon him in a past life. No stance, no technique, just him shouting like a madman, barking incoherent phrases at his foe.

Claws were raked across his arm, but he simply responded by slicing off his own opponent’s broken arm, and the driving it straight through the knee of the Hollow. He wasted no time in knocking the poor creature to the floor, and then jumping upon its face for amusement. After what seemed like quite a numerous amount of leaps, the Hollow was purified, prompting a sadistic chuckle from the perpetrator. However, his victory was short-lived, as he was then assaulted by yet another Hollow, this one significantly larger than an elephant, charging furiously at him.

“Maggot!” Jason shouted, jumping onto the large Hollow’s head, and driving his steel through the brain, essentially decimating the Hollow with little effort, or so it seemed. Though he was forcing himself not to register it, Jason was injured and weary, but his fighting spirit was far from being extinguished. However, despite how powerful the blow, the fact remained that the hollow was still wandering around.
This was swiftly dealt with, it has to be set.

And that's that. hopefully enough to get me into the sixth seat.

Approved for MDR-0 with 40 points.

Statistics:
Rank/level: MDR-0
Hankou: 8
Reiryoku: 6
Hakudo: 8
Seijuu: 6
Bukijuu: 8
Hoho: 4
Total points: 40

Moving this to accepted~