Name: Genmu Calagoretta
Nickname: Enigma Demon
Age: 183
Gender: Male
Weapon(s): Mind, Traps, and Trickery. Also the ability to give you the most horrifically uncomfortable looking glares and stares.
Number: Noveno Espada
Personality:
Guili is a cruel and demonic individual but he is not so stupid to behave like this among those he needs or that are of value to him at the time or possibly some time in the future. He will toy with people, lead them to the conclusions he has discovered for himself already simply for the satisfaction he feels from knowing he has proven himself more intelligent. He revels in pain, both caused and that which he himself feels, looking at it as something to understand and learn. The world no longer concerns him only that he remains in it to become more informed, and to one day control all those beneath him like pigs for testing his ideas and experiments on.
Physical Appearance:
Giuli is a deceptively thin man who is known to at most times of the day to be sporting new bandages and wounds. Standing rather averagely at about 5'11" his thin frame gives him a hauntingly bony look that while he considers attractive can scare others. His hair is worn long with the front flaring up while the back is tied into a french braid going all the way down to just past his knee. When optional his uniform consists of black and gold colors but normally he wears the standard whites with a tight chest covering that ties at either side of his abdomen like a corest and loose hakama pants.Gloves and a large number of bindings cover his arms which he insist is because of a bone that just won't set right but gives him a slightly masochistic air. His facial features are fairly effeminate and his gaze always seems to be piercing you with high levels of interest of what might be hiding beneath the skin. His Tattoo is the word NINE rather then the number as he dislikes the curves. It replaced the left eyebrow on his forehead in tiny font.
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Bio: Guili began life in a poor family, and from the get go he was the errand boy. As soon as he could walk and talk competently he was on the streets fetching things for his ungrateful parents, and with some teaching from his father picking pockets. In his younger years he would do this thinking of it as a game, and only the lack of support when he was put to death for his actions revealed to him the true nature of his parents and what they had made of him. His games were not games, but thievery and deceit. His parents had used him and when he had been caught had abandoned him to the merciless savagery of a drunken soldier on leave, no court no trial just the drunken rage of a bar patron who'd caught himself a thief.
Even now as he was being beaten to death with the nearest hunk of material the man had had at his disposal his father set him a glance, predatory and yet filled with the cowardice of a pathetic criminal, and disappeared into the crowd. Guili did not acknowledge the physical torment with a single shout, so hurt was he within by his betrayal. His father, his mother, and what seemed the entirety of the bars patrons that pooled out of the bar after them all watched as the soldier brought the thick glass bottle back and smashed it down on his head once, then twice, and finally after a flurry of blows elsewhere brought it swinging back around to crack and smash his skull. With that Giuli knew no more, or at least he should not have.
He awoke feeling empty within and grasped at his chest to find a chain holding him to the ground at his feet. A moment of joy and also panic shot through him as he considered his survival and yet imprisonment before his hand found where the chain latched to him. It was not bound to his wrists, to his waist or either foot. Leading up his chest he found it not attached to his neck by a collar, but directly to his chest and where it connected a strange sort of hole was present. Panic registered on his face for a moment, yanking at it with all his strength and succeeding in only causing himself a strange pain he had felt what seemed like only moments before. After minutes he gave up and looked to his surroundings to find them familiar. It was his fathers favorite spot to play his tricks, and abuse his sons innocent stupidity.
He felt anger rise in him and tried to lash out only to find that nothing moved from his flailing. He blacked out for many hours and when he awoke he found himself surrounded by a few crowds. Among those crowds darted a familiar presence, a sinister presence, a presence he was quite interested in choking to death. Giuli clawed and scratched at the ground trying to get to his father, pain ripping his insides apart and being simply pushed aside in his anger.
He took full hold of his chain and began to start tearing it centimeter by painful centimeter from his chest so he might get just an inch closer to his fathers ankle and pull him to him. His hands began to blister as they continually slid along the chain only for him to pull them back and take a grip at it's base once again and pull and finally the accursed chain came free and he found himself flying towards his fathers back just as he was grinning at some new item ill-gained.
His very soul felt on fire and yet he could hardly give it mind as he fell upon his father and slammed him to the ground. Terror filled his fathers eyes as large hands began to slowly crush him. All Giuli wished to happen to his father was happening and yet he felt a hunger for more as blood began to burst from his orifices. With gusto he opened his maw and bit into his fathers flesh before finishing it off in nothing more then a second gnash of massive teeth and a swallow.
Giuli was of course confused by his body and fled shortly after filling the void in him. He had huge hands, a hardened face that extended slightly outward like a dog, and a hole in his chest he could have ridden a horse cart through. He flexed his jaw and found it opened quite wide, unhinging so he could take in whole horses if he felt an urge to do so. He felt a need to wallow in anguish and rage, and yet overrode that with his insatiable hunger to fill the emptiness inside and for weeks he hunted souls, his mothers, the man who had beaten him to death, those individuals he could recognize as being there and doing nothing to save him from his fate. He did not really know if they had been there, did not know if they had been aware of what was happening and would have stopped it in the case that they were aware, but sought the need for reasoning behind these victims. His need for reason came from an innate guilt for his actions, guilt at eating these innocent people with as much worry as he'd felt when lifting valuables form their pockets only days or weeks before. As the weeks went on however he felt less and less need to reason himself into the feast but more need to reason why they didn't deserve to be in his belly and so those weeks turned to months and those turned to years.
He soon found he could venture between his own world and another, Las noches it was called according to those he met there. He once or twice ate them when they attacked first but found their flesh unappetizing and would never think to hunt them as his sustenance. He spent a century-and-a-half in the limbo of a hollow, several times encountering hollow and every new year returning to the human realm he found himself being astounded by the new creations and innovations of humans. Phones, automobiles, and in the end of the later century they had phones small enough to fit in the palm of a babies hand even.
He was astounding at this marvel of technology as he finished eating a young woman's soul, prodding it with his giant hand, as a shout rent the air and he threw himself aside as the blade of the shinigami struck sparks on the ground. Giuli backed away planning to run but found himself trapped by a beam of light that wrapped about his diaphragm and trapped his arms at his sides. The shinigami turned on him, revealing the trailing end of that yellow light coming from his fingers before it separated and completed the knot about Giuli. His balance lost Giuli collapsed to the ground kicking dust into the sky and crushing a vehicle beneath him.
He expected a quick end but the shinigami approached him slowly, circling around so he could be seen as he released his blade with an utterance of twilight, and the weapons formed about either of his hands as a black and white gauntlet. Slowly the shinigami approached grinning with a malevolence not even Giuli felt he'd ever had towards another. This was a shinigami who thought this was just a grand game and he was some kind of god over ants, and Giuli would make him pay for his arrogance. The man came close enough to spit on Giuli and laughed miming holding his hands like a man imprisoned and chained.
He taunted Guili and his situation and those taunts turned to screams of surprise terror and pain as Giuli's jaw snapped open, wider then the widest hollows maw he had ever seen. Giuli's jaws clamped down hard over the mans biceps and with a twist of his head he came away with the flesh and weapons and left the man with naught but a pair of stumps and the ability to fall back screaming. Giuli swallowed and with a surge of strength that ripped the yellow light from him.
He lashed out with his hand and for a moment balked to find the shinigami not go flying from the strike. Yet he knew he had swung, and knew his arms should have been long enough. Perplexed by his inability to crush the man with massive hands he held one to his face and balked at the human nature of it. Slender and pink, long yet powerful fingers wiggled at him before he clenched it into a powerful fist and disappeared into the wastelands of las noches to understand what had occurred that gave him what he took for a frail human body.
Once there, he came to know what had occurred and learned the name shinigamification for it. He had in some way broken away from his hollow mask, leaving but a remnant over part of his forehead and wrapping back around on ear like a leg from a pair of glasses. He was somewhat intrigued by his form, it was older then he had remembered himself but he could only barely remember his appearance so maybe he had been this old when he died. A hollow at one point approached him with an offer to follow him to where he belonged, and curious about his new body he he slew it with his single hand. It's mask literally exploded as his hand smashed into it and he seemed to not even notice a piece of the mask as it stabbed deep into his knuckle.
He glanced at it a moment before pulling the inches long shard from his knuckle and discarded it. He seemed intrigued by the hole stuck through his hand from knuckle to wrist but with only a moments more spent on his curiosity he took a look to the sand before him and began a slow trek to the the castle he saw in the distance, from which the steps of this hollow trailed. He enlisted in their ranks for the convenience, they knew what he wanted to know and offered that knowledge only if he joined with them.
His powers were a relative mystery to them but what he was and what he would one day be capable of was information they had for him, and he gladly accepted the offer, and joined the ranks of the Arrancar. His arrival was met with, shall we say, conflicted opinions. On one hand he provided a a slew of new improvements to the Las Noches citadel and on the other....he tended to blow through his fair share of fodder numeros. So far the verdict was out on whether they trusted him but he seemed content with the number nine tattooed on his body.
ZanpakutōName: Libélula Crepuscular ~Twilight Dragonfly~
Sealed form: The unreleased forms of his blade are a pair of rope attached straight bladed single-edged swords. The handles resemble somewhat a bone-material with notches placed in spots a human like hand would naturally rest, as if to emphasize the greed of Guili's soul that would never wish to release any power he has finally taken for himself. The blades are unadorned and uninspired but that the right blade has a whitened edge and black back, while the left has a black edge and a white back.
Resurrección:
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Guili's Twilight Mode ressureccion begins with him by flipping both the sealed blades into knife-hand positions resting along the length of the arm. After uttering the name the blades seem to meld with the arm, sinking into them as his ressureccion form takes shape. His right arm changes and forms into a gauntlet like arm of pure white clear diamond, his left arm follows likewise becoming a pure black diamond gauntlet with a small circular indentation on the back of the hand itself. These diamond arms protrude slightly into his body coating the bones of his upper body and back while not interfering with their workings before stabbing out around his shoulder blades and form three wicked looking blades of black and white diamond, each color on the opposing side of the body from the arm that matches it. Having his ressureccion essentially all be formed from the diamond material his is one of very few that can repair damage done to it even including slicing off one of it's arms as he can reform new diamond to rebuild the wound.
His entire upperbody and abdomen become covered in a bone-like substance, parts of it stained a black that has a focal point around his hollow hole high in his chest. Loose plates of the same bone material hand over either hip and over his groin and rear. His legs are likewise adorned by the bone-white coverings with knee plate topped by a wicked hook to spell doom to any who take a knee-blow from him. His eyes are adorned by a strange masquerade like mask, with inbuilt punkish goggle lenses the right one white and the left one black. The black lens he cannot see through except under certain circumstances.
Call out phrase: Máximo Endurece
Ability:
Diamond Generation
He is capable of creating diamond from his arms in large mass, effectively erecting a giant wall before him in a few short moments, or launching a flurry of shards a low-level quincy could be proud of though less aimed and more shotgun fired. These diamonds and all he generates are much more durable then a normal diamond stone would be and more than capable of holding against an attack, though strength of the attacker would decide just how truly capable they are. The two types of diamond he creates are white and black diamonds, the black diamonds are capable of being formed into the same circle pattern on the back of his hand and used in the same way as the very circle they are made of. He is capable of incredibly intricate manipulation of the growth, such as making something as delicate as a many-petaled flower from simply diamond.
Darkness Generation
His black diamond arm is likewise capable of forming diamond, black in color, to the same degree as his other arm but that is not it's main purpose. This arm is capable of using it's dark diamond to generate an oppressive black field of intangible energy.
This field causes all the radiance of light to subside within its bounds, the radiance of light. With light this means simply that no light can be cast within the area, a lantern simply provides a point of light that does not radiate to the surroundings to let you see them. This area is large and grows larger from the focal point of the circle forming it, be it the one on Genmu's hand or one generated from black diamond that he has placed elsewhere.
Techniques:
Death Grip: Utilizing his diamond generation Giuli launches punch after punch shooting off his fists at each one like a bala made of rock. HE can likewise combine this with bala to increase the damage. Firing open hands like if he were to grab something is likewise a useful way of binding a person by catching an arm and pinning it to a wall.
Reflector Shield : Giuli is able to make mirrors from his diamond growth that can reflect the energy of his own energy attacks. This allows for a plethora of new tricks to use on an opponent and if given time to prepare leaves him a master of a battlefield. Once Giuli has spent time studying a persons energy, such as gaining possession of one of their Cero Marbles or simply having excessive time seeing it in action he is able to augment his Reflector Shields to also reflect this other persons energy signature thus bouncing their own cero and energy assault of the mirrored surfaces.
Role-play sample:
https://bleachoblivion.rpg-board.net/t792-asao-asakobi-doneStatistics:
Rank/level - ADV-3
Hankou - 15
Reiryoku - 10
Hakudo - 13
Seijuu -10
Bukijuu - 7
Hoho - 10
Total points: 65
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