Czaiohme Aussatz (Arrancar)

Name: Czaiohme Aussatz

Nickname: Blade Dancer, Dancing Queen

Age: Unknown, assumed several thousand

Gender: Female

Weapon(s): None

Number: #17 (Second in command)

Personality: Czaiohme is very cold to most, disliking anyone who gives any mercy or quarter. To her, the most graceful thing you can do in life is die. It is because of this warped thinking that Czaiohme kills anything that is not Arrancar, slaughtering them to prove her ideals to everyone. No one remembers seeing her happy ever, or even angry. In fact, you'd be hard-pressed to get her to show anything outwardly as a facial expression. She's been harmed before, but still, her face held the same slate expression. Her mouth is sewn shut to prevent her calling her zanpakuto, but her mind can reach others to speak.

However, once released, she acts like a different person. She acts somewhat glad to be fighting. Even as everything's happening, the fight gets her going into a stage where she wants to keep going, enjoying the beautiful dance of slashes and blood that is her style of fighting. It is in this state that she acts like her rank depicts, going forward to decimate her opponent.

Physical Appearance: Czaiohme isn't one for appearances, oftentimes not looking exceedingly well-kept at all, unless in her released state. She has short, black hair and an unblinking stare with dead, black eyes, her pupils being white. Her skin is a ghostly white. In fact, the only thing that had a shred of color on her is her blood red dress, complimenting her adequate figure nicely. Her arms are normally chained behind her, to prevent wide-scale death on her part.

People have likened her expressions to inanimate objects, mostly. She rarely gets excited, angry, or happy. Instead, she always holds the same expression through everything. This makes it very difficult to read her. The ones that know her like this are lucky to have not seen her with Klinge Tanz active...

Bio:Existing for as long as anyone remembers, never changing or ceasing. That would accurately describe Czaiohme. No one remembers the day she was born. No one remembers if she ever loved anyone. No one even remembers if there was a happy time in her life. That's because anyone unfortunate enough to see her happy has met their end by that same happiness. Czaiohme is only happy while she's dancing, and for that reason, people fear when she takes steps, fearing it to be the beginning of another dance.

Luckily for those around her, she takes her crushing depression without dancing most of the time. Few have seen her dance, but the few that have claimed that among dance, it is some of the move fluid movements any had ever seen. It's true, seeing as how she had so long to perfect the use of the dance.

She used to live out in the Sands, not wishing to go anywhere else. Anything that came up to her was immediately slaughtered by her rhythmic dancing, and anything that wasn't, knew of the rumors surrounding the Blade Dancer and refused to antagonize her. She lived by herself to avoid killing, as all she really wanted was someone to talk to. She utterly despised her power and wished it would go away, but nothing would chance fighting her. It was simply too dangerous. So in the Sands Czaiohme lived, her lonesome depression only ending when her emotions drew her want to dance out.

Her wandering eventually ended when she came across Zel. Czaiohme mentally smiled, loving the strength the other Arrancar was putting off, and so approached her with a proposition. Czaiohme would promise her very existence to Zel, as long as she kept finding ways to create beautiful symphonies with people. Zel seemingly took the deal, then gave Czaiohme her own place to live. Now, she no longer has to endlessly walk, and just sits within her room, biding her time until her fluid movements are needed once more.

Zanpakutō

Name: Klinge Tanz

Sealed form: A small wakazashi mouthed horizontally across the small of her back. There's nothing special about it. In a black sheath this very basic blade sits, nearly camouflaged on her outfit. The blade faintly glows while unsheathed, giving it an ethereal aura of sorts.

Resurrección: She only releases if her Hierro is damaged. She can only release her zanpakuto by telepathically speaking to another being. She cannot speak to herself and release it. Her wakizashi rises out of it's sheath and begins floating around her, replicating to create four copies of the foot-and-a-half long wakizashi, all forming a sort of ring around her. As she dances, the blades change shape and formation around her. Her reiatsu also causes symphonic sounds like an orchestra to play behind her dancing. Her outfit turns to a black top just covering her chest with her belly exposed, and black, miko priestess pants.

Call out phrase: Dance with me, Klinge Tanz

Ability: Her ability is, quite simply, dance. As she dances, her attacks take on different styles and formations. However, what most cannot see are the near-invisible lines of reiatsu going from her weapons to her fingertips. This is what actually controls the weapons, but since the reiatsu is so trace, it seems like they are levitating. The threads can be cut, and when they are, she loses control over that weapon until she reattaches said thread. If all of the weapon's threads are cut, she falls back into her unreleased state.

Techniques:Mäßig - This uses her default weapon in a moderate beat. Spinning strikes and wide slashes followed by elegant movements from Czaiohme.

Langsam - The weapons turn into maces, allowing for slower, but heavier strikes. Her dance slows so that if one were to watch her, she would seem to be moving hypnotically slow.

Rasch - The weapons turn into short katars, barely even a foot long. The strikes in this dance and very random and speedy, accentuated by her jerky style of dance. Her movements often stop at places some would think impossible to throw a strike from.

Lebhaft - The weapons turn to form two Persian scimitars, long red ribbons floating behind the scimitars. This dance resembles belly dancing, and is meant to be an active, quick-striking dance. However, the strikes are slightly easier to see in this dance than in Rasch.

Bewegt - The weapons form six spears, and this is, by far, her deadliest dance. She begins dancing wildly, as if she were summoning a demon, while the spears sway and slash wildly around her. Generally, she avoids using this one, as it's very easy to harm herself with it.

Role-play sample: Along she walked, the desert sands shifting over her feet with each step. She really wasn't going any place in particular, just... Along. It was like the wind carried her from place to place now, as she was really too down to really do anything. Eventually, she leaned forward and landed on her knees, heaving a great sigh. Her black eyes turned up to the sky, a morose look in them.

Her eyes slid back down, fixing themselves upon a lone Hollow. The Hollow seemed to notice her as well, instantly lowering itself to jump away. However, the Arrancar was instantly upon it, standing in front of it. "What are you doing here?" The Hollow shivered and looked about, not saying anything. It wouldn't dare to risk a rise of emotion out of Czaiohme. However, she sighed softly. "Are you afraid of speaking to me, or can you merely not speak?" Still, it didn't speak. She waved her hand and began to walk away from it. It lifted it's head as if it didn't quite understand what exactly had transpired, but it was relieved. It knew just who Czaiohme was. It was gone before Czaiohme even thoughts to turn back, and still, she walked.

She began to lose track of time as she walked, days seemingly passing her by as she did literally nothing. She just followed where her feet went. Eventually, and it was so fluid that she almost didn't notice, but she walked through a Garganta she summoned and into the Human World, still idly walking. It wasn't long that her pulsing reiatsu was found out, Shinigami finding her rather quickly. "Stay right there! You can't be here, Arrancar!" She looks to them, glumly looking to the three. "Stay here?" She tilts her head softly and then smiles, splitting several of the stitches. "Maybe you'd like to... Dance with me?"

Her reiatsu exploded, pushing the Shinigami back from her and sending up a layer of dust. However, the dust quickly cleared, revealing her rhythmically gyrating to odd sitar music that seemed to be playing from everywhere. Her outfit had changed drastically, showing her now to be wearing something quite revealing. The chains clattered to the ground, her arms free from their bindings and her fingers slowly flexing. Blood ran from her lips as the sewing on her lips had been torn away. There were four blades levitating around her slowly. However, the Shinigami seemed undaunted. "Get her now! Don't allow her to get away!" Dashing forward, all three slashed at her, making her laugh cutely. Suddenly, her grin grew in insanity and her laugh darkened as well. All three slashes were stopped by three of the blades, with the fourth still floating behind her. "Ahh... Your deaths... Give me blood... Make it beautiful!!!" Suddenly, the last blade sweeps across wickedly as Czaiohme spins, beheading two of them effortlessly. The one ordering the other two around had enough thought to drop quickly enough to avoid the sweep.

He dives away, panting and watching his beheaded brethren fall to the ground. He held his own neck with a look of uncertainty and gulped, shaking slightly. Just who was this, that she was so easily able to cut down people with a sick grin? She began slowing down, the weapons changing shape to form maces. "Come... Dance with me. I haven't danced in ages..." She began laughing again, prompting the Shinigami to glare. "I wont give in, Arrancar! I wont let you terrorize anyone here!" He dashed forward, and Czaiohme was ready for him, sending the heavy swings outward. However, the Shinigami seemed adept at blocking the swings, showing promising skill as he fought off Czaiohme's relentless maces.

Suddenly, Czaiohme freezes in place, the weapons changing shape once more to form katars. However, she was just frozen there, standing in an awkward stance on one leg. The Shinigami took this chance to jump back, panting. It was beginning to be too much for him to handle, yet it seemed the Blade Dancer was just getting warmed up. She randomly jerks forward, sending a katar quickly at his head. Thankfully, he was able to block it at the last second, getting thrown off-balance and jumping back further. She grins and begins shaking, doing a sort of exorcist routine to eerie violin music as she jerks forward, quickly stabbing into his legs with two of them. He cries out in pain as he pulls the katars from his bone, the blades quickly floating back to Czaiohme. "Such a lovely symphony... Please play me more..." She continued her routine, hacking and stabbing at the man, giving him no time to react as she relentlessly tore at him. His zanpakuto was long knocked away from him as he could only watched the hypnotic dance of the Arrancar.

Then, perhaps just as randomly as her current dance, everything stopped. The blades floated behind her as she leaned forward, pressing her bloodied lips to the man's forehead. Miraculously, he was still alive, looking to her and making no sounds that weren't pained. Czaiohme smiled and nods. "You were magnificent... Truly, your voice was something to remember... However... You may go now..." She pressed her palm to his head, and swung a katar to slit his throat. The man only made a couple gurgling noises before he fell silent, prompting the Arrancar to get back up.

Then she dropped her Resurreccion,running out of power and reverting back to her unreleased state. Of course, her arms snapped behind her, causing her to groan in pain as the chains affixed themselves around her arms once more. Several clinks passed, then a sewing needle arose from her clothing, threading itself through her lips to silence her once more. Twitching, her face returns to normal, the morose look of pain and depression. With overcast eyes, she looks back to her Garganta and nods slowly, walking into it. It was over just as quickly as it had began, and ended the way it always does. Why was she forced to endure such pain? What could she have done to deserve near constant pain, and while she was not in pain, insanity? Someday, she would find her answers. She didn't know where, but she wouldn't die until it happened.

Just asking for clarification; it says her mouth is sealed shut so that she cannot call on her zanpakuto, yet she can use her release. Do you mean to say that she can release her zanpakuto through telepathy?

Also, since she is second in command, you need to include in her bio how she came to be in that position.

Another thing, can the strings of reiatsu controlling the weapons be cut at all?

Once all the above concerns are addressed, I can move on to grading the RP sample.

1) She must telepathically ask or tell someone to dance to call her zanpakuto, and I added it.

2) I edited that in.

3) They can be, and when they are, she loses control over that weapon. I added that as well.

All right, everything looks fine now.

I can approve this for ADV-2 with 70 points. Once they're applied, I will move this to approved. I trust that Kizo is handling the details of your second in command position.

Statistics:
Rank/level - ADV -2
Hankou - 16
Reiryoku - 10
Hakudo - 8
Seijuu - 16
Bukijuu - 8
Hoho - 12
Points awarded:
Total points: 70

Moving this to accepted~