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| Subject: Lance (Arrancar/Persodae) Wed Oct 24, 2012 8:27 pm | |
| Name: Lance Nickname: Drake (what most people call him), 'that hollow' Age: 123 (19 upon time of death) Gender: Male Weapon(s): Claws, sharp teeth, sharp-pointed tail. Number: None (Rogue Arrancar, of sorts) Personality: Given a lack of an understandable speech pattern, one might have a hard time truly pinning down Lance's personality; within this is his first, significant, obstacle in any encounter with someone new. Even then, there is presumably a certain system to his grunts and growls that might eventually lead to translation, but who's going to stick around him long enough for something like that? Ultimately, though, he's often the one to avoid sticking around others due to purported shyness (though, in actuality, fear, as he's come across plenty who would as soon attempt to strike him down as look at him). Such timidness occasionally gives way to the hollow's natural, in-born ferocity, however. If there was a fresh kill in the area, he works his hardest to avoid that area, lest his desire to feed kick in. This he generally tries to quell by assaulting weaker hollows, on the assumption that his eliminating and consuming them is helping everyone else. Strictly speaking, this assumption would likely be false, but he doesn't know that. Certainly nobody's bothered to scold him for that, of all things. And then, oftentimes, does the timidness falter under the draw of curiosity. He will still do his best to avoid the eyes of those around that might see him, to be sure (on the presumption that most living humans won't), but he's well been known to creep along quietly to see what might be happening in a place deemed to be of interest. Whether or not it gets him caught through doing something foolish like making a noise is a different story altogether. Physical Appearance:- Pic:
Most comparable to a miniature dragon, Lance stands at about 4' in height with his four legs outstretched, while his length from head to tail spans thrice that at 12' even. His neck extends a foot and a half itself to end in a head possessing an array of sharp teeth within a reptilian maw, and a mask with a trio of 'horns' jutting out from the back end over his left eye and the upper left quarter of his head around it, the edges jagged as they were when it was broken. Cold red eyes shine from the gaps left for them between the mask and otherwise the scales that cover his head as with everywhere else, themselves possessing slitted pupils. Down his body reside a few spikes from place to place, jutting lightly out of plated scales, so to speak, that cover most of his form, some of which are patterned in black that stands in contrast to the white upon the rest of his body. One particularly large plate in the middle of his back, in fact, partly hides his hollow itself. His front legs are reverse-jointed as compared to a human, while his back possess normal joints, albeit with a somewhat curved structure, and each ends in a trio of clawed fingers. At the end of his tail, resides a single spike, otherwise indescernible from how the appendage thins until that point. Finally, leathery wings rest, usually folded tightly, upon his back, each able to extend about as far as his maximum height (not inclusive of any further height he might get from raising his neck as high as it could go), upon which are a few more black patterns, each pattern on one wing precisely mirrored on the other. Bio: In life, Lance was nothing special; a forgotten orphan left to his own devices, and thereby consistently getting himself into small bits of trouble. A scrap of food stolen here, a small prank pulled there; 'twas nothing that people worried much about, though the fact that he was simply alone never seemed to even cross their minds. It wasn't until he died at the age of 19 that they began to actually care, albeit briefly; who could really be expected to spend much care on a small thief of negligible threat who caught his end from the collapse of the struggling building he called, for lack of a better word, home? So from there he sat, and gradually decayed in mind and (spiritual) body upon soon finding that none of his efforts in his new form did... well, anything. He couldn't eat, he couldn't touch, and finally, as the chain hanging from his chest reached the end of its time eating through itself, he couldn't breathe. Soon his body and mind concluded the decay by tearing themselves apart, thus giving way to his new form that he was forced to quickly flee in for report of 'demons.' Said 'demons', revealing themselves as hollows, were not shy to make themselves known to their new comerade in arms... and, in turn, to be consumed by him after a rather vicious struggle that he managed to come out on top of, but not without his battle wounds. Like this he carried on through his life after death, any semblance or remembrance of his past self well forgotten. Through his many (mostly brief) encounters, he learned of the soul reapers, and the various classes of hollows, and what the end purpose of existence for each seemed to be. Taking his stance out of the first action he'd ever made as a hollow, he chose to stand on the side opposite... well, himself. Lacking any easily discernible speech made that endeavor immediately difficult, but 'twas his choice to make do with what he had, and simply progress from there into higher levels of power to carry out his self-given task. It eventually led to the partial removal of his mask, torn off by an angered hollow, and his awakening as an arrancar... even if his bestial form still remained even then. Standard Arrancar Power:- Specialized Cero: Lance's natural cero only affects spiritual bodies, leaving physical objects otherwise untouched, and has even been known to burn slightly. It requires as much as two posts to recharge before it can be used again. PersodaeLocation of Sinners Mark: Left shoulder, appearing as a red circle within another, between which is an array of strange patterns in that same red. New Mask Appearance: In the now absence of his old hollow hole, Drake's mask has partly regrown, no longer bearing the jagged edges that were signs of the damage done. Besides now covering a full half of his face in his normal form, it still juts out into a trio of straight 'horns' at the back end, and otherwise appears quite the same as before save the swath of black across it. Ability: Easily existing in tandem with, and even complementing, his resurreccion ability, Drake has, through completing the Persodae trials, gained the ability to manipulate his reiatsu into a small array of mirrors. Never can they go more than 15 feet away, but they are each far more reflective than normal mirrors, making them potentially painful to look at even on a partly cloudy day, as well as being able to easily reflect his own light and ceros (from a seijuu of 12 or lower). They can be rearranged however and whenever he wishes, while even seeming to mask some of his own spiritual presence while they are active. Physical force, however, can somewhat easily shatter them. Techniques:Light Beam- Arranging his mirrors in a concave pattern, Drake can send a fairly hot ray of light toward a set point. Mirror Blade- Drake's mirrors can be brought into the shape of a somewhat fragile, but still fairly sharp, blade, driven by mental command rather than touch. ZanpakutōName: Lumen Erus (Light Lord) Sealed form: Resting near the base of his tail, the zanpakuto in its sealed form exists as a short, slightly curved blade, no more than a foot and a half in total length. The blade itself appears dull, even slightly rusted, but it is rarely actually drawn from its sheath for having a body not suited to using it. Resurrección: Quite contrary to his normal form, in his ressurreccion, Lance appears quite as human as when he was living... save, perhaps, for retaining his red, slitted eyes and leathery wings. The partial mask remains, while not quite as curved to adjust for his differently-shaped head, upon which is snow-white hair marred with random flecks of black. A scale-like, hooded cloak covers his body save his arms, which bear fairly pale skin. The transformation itself is nothing to particularly behold; one would have a hard time saying how it occurs for the fact that his wings cover him completely during it. Call out phrase: 'Burn up, Lumen Erus.' (insofar as anyone can understand what Lance says in normal form) Ability: Light manipulation Techniques:- Burn up: Drawing light into himself via outstretched wings, Lance can increase his body temperature to potentially dangerous levels; those nearby at such times may well feel the heat radiating from him. - Solar Ray: Drawing the light around him usually into the palm of an outstretched hands, Lance can create a beam much like a cero, but much hotter. - Flash Bomb: Like with the solar ray, Lance can draw the light into a ball, then toss it forward rather than firing it off. It detonates upon initial impact with anything but wind and stray particles of dust too small to affect it, into a mildly harmful explosion (dependent in part on size) and a blinding flash of light. - Dark Space: Rather than draw light in, Lance can also push it away, creating a space of shadowy darkness within as much as a 10 feet radius from him. Sight within it, including for himself, is a matter of how much light was pushed out, and the effect can only last for as much as a single post given the focus and energy it requires. Similarly, he can't use any of his other techniques while using this one. - Illumination: Even in spaces of darkness (besides his own dark space), if there is any light to speak of around, Lance can transfer it to cast a light glow over a point or object of his choosing, with the brightness dependent on that which the light was drawn from. - Radiant Claw: Forming light into a fairly solid form, Lance can create something akin to a clawed gauntlet around one hand, affording himself an actual weapon to be able to use. Role-play sample:- Spoiler:
Three... two... one...
"Hey! You!"
Right on time.
A light sigh escaped the almost draconian hollow's lips as came the voice of his most recent... tagalong, if it could be called that. No, perhaps stalker would be rather more accurate to say, since they'd not actually held Lance's company, strictly speaking? Wait... no, no, that made it sound so bad, like the woman was doing the wrong thing! Honestly speaking, she was doing the right thing for her job as an on-duty soul reaper, hunting down a particularly elusive (and quite intentionally so) hollow. A particularly harmless one, it was even seeming to her, but that wasn't the issue here.
"Stop... stop running away from me already!"
There was that vocal insistence Lance had come to get used to in the past few days that she'd been tailing him. ‘Twas to be admired, certainly, but it wasn’t quite what he needed. No, what he needed was for her to understand that he was trying to help! That, and of course she’d seen it, he had been attacking the hollow that had been at the scene those few days ago, not the recently departed spirit! He even pointedly led her back to it when she’d ignored the poor soul in lieu of pursuing the ‘immediate threat’ that was Lance.
So maybe he couldn’t bring himself to completely admire the dedication to but one of her two (or were there more? He didn’t know) duties, but at least the dedication was there. It was better than those soul reapers he’d come upon who wouldn’t give things a second thought once he’d eluded them.
’No,’ he amended, ’this might be a bit much…’ ‘This’ being the blade now sticking out of the ground very dangerously close to one of his clawed front feet. She had actually thrown her sword at him, of all the things to do! Naturally he had to reach over and extricate it from its new resting place in the cement (finding himself still surprised how surprisingly heavy the things could be) and offer it up to her with a sequence of little grunts and a singular growl; his version of ‘here’s your sword, miss.’ Not that he could expect anything but sudden panic at the fact that he now held the woman’s sword, and that was surely a very bad thing. A few more grunts and little growls to the effect of ‘it’s your fault for throwing it at me’ might have followed had he the slightest faith she could understand him, but instead his expression settled into something akin to exasperation.
From there he knew very well he had a few options. He could toss the sword to her, but that would only rouse more panic; or, if that subsided for rational thought soon enough, the very real possibility of being stabbed. He didn’t want that, not at all; he still had plenty of things to accomplish in life. Well… insofar as his existence could be called a life. He could set it down, unharmed, and back away, even take the opportunity to quickly flee; that didn’t seem a bad idea. Then there was the final option: take the sword and run. Then again, that wasn’t even really an option since, what was he going to do with a sword? His claws, teeth, and even tail fulfilled the job of ‘weapon’ for him quite well already.
Option two it was, then, and barely had he rested the sword delicately upon the grey cement before him did Lance make to quickly flee. His wings suddenly unfurled, casting their dark shadow on the ground below from the sun hanging high overhead. The first beat was to seemingly no avail; it only rose him to his, for lack of much better terms for them, toes. ‘Twas the second heavy beat quickly after that set him a few inches into the air, his legs dangling now uselessly below him. A third finally dislodged an errant wrapper that had otherwise gotten itself stuck in the crack left behind from the zanpakuto’s entry into the cement, and set him higher into the…
…well, it would’ve set him higher into the air were it not for the necessitated dodge to the side. Faith that his wings could get him into the air before the woman reacted and went for a swipe was swiftly betrayed, and the quick flap that sent Lance to the side had to be rectified by another almost immediately after lest it send him crashing onto the hard cement not yet far below.
’Go after someone else!’ he protested, even in the knowledge that it would fall on deaf ears. Seemingly unintelligible growls and grunts that he was forced to try and communicate with, after all. Rather than achieving the reaction he might have hoped for had the female soul reaper been able to understand him, or even so much as a pause, it instead spurred her on to another quick, downward slash with that sharp blade of hers. Ah, and she was coming back for still another, with him rather lacking in the ability to move quickly right now… wasn’t that just perfect. How much trouble he had to go through just to try and save someone, and yet he still went about it! Anyone would likely say that it was about time for one to rethink their life when all they did seemed to have negative consequences for them, but call Lance stubborn. He’d be quite alright with such an accusation, in fact.
For now, though, the more pressing issue: how to deal with the soul reaper that had her sword and was intently using it, and himself being barely airborne? He didn’t want to, really didn’t want to, but only one valid option came to mind:
Cero.
The merest thought brought the beginnings of what outwardly appeared to be a white flame flickering softly between the hollow’s now-exposed, and already rather dangerous-looking (an accurate observation, no less), teeth. Barely he avoided another swipe at his neck in the process, pulling it back far enough to even be slightly painful; small nuisances compared to how much he didn’t want to lose his head.
“Wha… don’t you…” the female stammered, taking a quick step back.
Too late; what was in process would not be stopped at that point, and the cero had to be released lest the build-up damage Lance himself. A mere few moments later, and the woman’s vision was filled with purest white. She acted quickly to shield herself with her arms and blade, naturally, but that could not by any means hold back the stunned expression as the blast subsided.
She was, save for damage on the arms of her shihakusho that might have even been caused by searing flames with how rough the resultant holes appeared. With the cero faded away, however, the hollow that had released it was nowhere to be found. What the woman did from there, so long as he could detect her pursuit, was beyond his concern; Lance only cared about flying off quickly as he could under the warm noon sun, surrounded by naught but the wide-open sky. Ah, and the relatively large building behind him that he’d promptly used as a means of cover, lest its unwitting efforts go ignored.
And a scream. Always a scream, but… not from the direction the soul reaper was surely still in? Another light sigh escaped the hollow’s maw upon the foreboding thought, and he responded to it with a quick, jerky turn in the direction of an event that would doubtless find him seen and at least temporarily pursued again. Ah well; ‘twas just a day in the life, so to speak. No point complaining about something he couldn’t do anything about if he were to continue about his intention to devour hollows and thereby keep them away from others. He could but occupy himself with memory, of his many escapes, and the few since faded scars left behind from many of them, or conversely from the hollows he hunted that well since learned to see him as a threat, rather than an ally. Memories of victories, of the occasional defeat; of his ‘birth’ what seemed so long ago and the path it had set him on since.
Not once did he think about anything that might have been before that, and it was fine that way; a hollow he was and would likely remain for quite some time further. It had its negative points, certainly, but all the positives even now elicited a light smirk (or perhaps smile? ‘Twas hard to tell sometimes with his unusual facial structure) to his lips. ‘Drake,’ they dubbed him thanks to his appearance, and that was fine as well; he’d only the slightest inkling of a truer name, and with no way to communicate it in a way others would understand or care about, it was simply rendered meaningless.
Yes… he was the ever-elusive hollow Drake, slayer of hollows and consistent escapee.
Life was good that way.
Rank/level - ADV-0 Hankou - 16 Reiryoku - 15 Hakudo - 15 Seijuu - 15 Bukijuu - 5 Hoho - 16 Points awarded: 7 ( 2, 5) Total points: 82
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Title : The Infamous Hash Posts : 4463 Soul Cash : 6274 Age : 30 Location : Barrie, Ontario
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| Subject: Re: Lance (Arrancar/Persodae) Wed Oct 24, 2012 11:35 pm | |
| Application looks great, no problems there.
I can approve this for ADP-0 with 60 points. With another character, you could have gotten a higher rank, but it's a hollow, so anything beyond ADP-0 would be unreasonable. I just wanted to clarify that. ^^
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Title : Ninja Mod Posts : 406 Soul Cash : 5024 Age : 40 Location : Around and about
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| Subject: Re: Lance (Arrancar/Persodae) Thu Oct 25, 2012 11:56 am | |
| Since I'd kinda like said higher rank, I changed some stuff around to make him an arrancar (albeit a fairly unique one, as mentioned). Hope everything's suitable, power-wise. | |
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Title : The Infamous Hash Posts : 4463 Soul Cash : 6274 Age : 30 Location : Barrie, Ontario
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| Subject: Re: Lance (Arrancar/Persodae) Thu Oct 25, 2012 1:25 pm | |
| I can approve it for ADV-1 with 75 points then. With that rank, you could take an Espada position from 2-4. Right now, only 4 is available from those ranks. Will you take the 4th position, or just go rogue? | |
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Title : Ninja Mod Posts : 406 Soul Cash : 5024 Age : 40 Location : Around and about
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| Subject: Re: Lance (Arrancar/Persodae) Thu Oct 25, 2012 1:49 pm | |
| I'll just keep him rogue; suits his story better, particularly in that he wouldn't associate with hollows remotely near long enough to be given anything like a number. That said, points have been applied. | |
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Title : The Infamous Hash Posts : 4463 Soul Cash : 6274 Age : 30 Location : Barrie, Ontario
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| Subject: Re: Lance (Arrancar/Persodae) Thu Oct 25, 2012 2:13 pm | |
| All right, moving this to accepted. | |
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Title : Ninja Mod Posts : 406 Soul Cash : 5024 Age : 40 Location : Around and about
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| Subject: Re: Lance (Arrancar/Persodae) Tue Nov 13, 2012 8:18 pm | |
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SISTER SITES SO I WISH FOR STRENGTH
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CENSUS IF I CANNOT PROTECT THEM FROM THE WHEEL
ARRANCAR | ♀ 16 | ♂ 18 |
BOUNT | ♀ 3 | ♂ 3 |
FULLBRINGER | ♀ 5 | ♂ 12 |
HOLLOW | ♀ 3 | ♂ 4 |
HUMAN | ♀ 6 | ♂ 7 |
QUINCY | ♀ 7 | ♂ 6 |
SHINIGAMI | ♀ 13 | ♂ 36 |
TOGABITO | ♀ 8 | ♂ 12 |
VISORED | ♀ 7 | ♂ 11 |
TOTAL | ♀ 68 | ♂ 108 | |
SPOTLIGHT THEN GIVE ME A STRONG BLADE
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