Ocean Spray [Bount]

Bountō Application
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Name: Cocaine

Alias/Nicknames: Any are unknown to the man.

Age: 6800

Visual Age: 22

Doll's Name: Soakudo

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Personality:
That the world is a game is an excuse used by more than one soul to explain away precisely -why- they find the ideas of mundane thought to be alternately boring and hysterical, but it is again applied to Cocaine. Take a mind gifted with a proper intellect and give it room to grow, and then introduce to it the lure that all of reality could be understood and controlled-one only had to study it from the proper angle. This mind would belong to a young boy born in the shadow of the towers of others. The key? Water.

Cocaine possesses just enough intellect to see past the games of breakfast, lunch and bed, and not quite enough to know that buckling down and working to control the world was a far safer venue that setting yourself up as a demonic lord. But to hear it from him, the latter itself would be foolishness; there are far greater prizes to be won than kingdoms or even gods. Cocaine has an ambition which burns inside him to possess reality itself, and to those ends there is nothing sacred. All those who would cling to the practice of gaining traditional power or worshiping deities who seem so weak on their own thrones are considered lacking in ambition by the Bount, who tends to see rules and restrictions as challenges for growth. The concepts of dark arts are laughable for Cocaine, who sees no such thing as good or evil. Morality, in his eyes, is set down by the gods to be followed by quaking mortal sheep, and if you need not obey them then why should you abstain? For this reason, it is quite simple for the man to perform deeds which could be considered perversions of nature or of justice-why bother stopping? Who was going to catch you? The police? Well, if you were weak enough or shortsighted enough to be stopped by a -cop-, then you deserved your fate.

Understandably, Cocaine thinks of the divine as being nothing more than overgrown humans who have power that they should keep better watch over lest it be taken from them. There is no reason in his eyes as to why a human cannot attain that level, particularly not when the gods pluck away souls and then bind them to their wants.

By the same token, Cocaine suffers from feeling as if there are no absolutes in the world. He occasionally tires of his own games, knowing by his own logic that reality is only what he is reaching for, and if he should put his side of the playing pieces down then there are no stories of justice or morals to rally him back. He is far too proud to resort to giving into such illusions, however,

What do you do when you see the seams of the world and also see just how frail they truly are? When you can shake out the game of mortal lives and bind it to your own ambition to give it its only worth, what rule is there to command you when the nights are quiet and the rewards not as bright as they had once seemed to be?

You entertain yourself. Cocaine has no intentions yet of giving into the same despair which his own logics have brought him to, and if his laughter is a little too wild and a little too out of control-forgive him, he's only having a long day.

Cocaine also has a noted lack of patience, expecting other people to at least be enrolled in whichever task they claim to be intent on. Those who will not either admit to having no interest or no purpose in being involved with a subject are only wastes of time. When the Bount has a more relaxed schedule, he does not mind being diverted, but when he is fixed upon a task he demands for it to be completed and to the flames can be resigned any who do not intend to help or get out of his way. Because of this, many can be put off by Cocaine's mannerisms, which swing from utterly playful to ruthlessly in demand for them to perform appropriately. His life in a complete disarray he follows his own.

The Bount also enjoys amused whining and being utterly off-balance in his approach to others. At heart, he knows that he would rather be seen in thrall to a baker's cart than actually resist fulfilling one of his plans due to mere complaints, but it's far too entertaining to watch other people react. For a man with such a sense of pride, he gives up a surprising amount in just how silly he can get-incomprehensible to all save those who see just how sensitive he can get when his intellectual capacities, the true root of his vanity, are mocked and assumed lacking.

Birthday: 200 A.D.

Birthplace: Haiti

Natural Race: Haitian

Family/Relatives: Most have passed away due to natural causes. Some sacrificed
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Likes: Cocaine often finds himself divulged in many frivolous activities, most of the being completely unimportant to what he's currently doing. Weather it be performing origami, or playing meaningless brain teasers that are meant for children.

Dislikes: If Cocaine had to put his finger on it, any type of interlopers that would be acting against him would Be Cocaine's greatest dislike or "disdain" of his existence. Everything else that he hates always files into an interruption of what he's currently doing.

Hobbies: There is not a list, because they are constantly growing. Whenever he find something he enjoys. He continues to repeat it to the point of mindless repetition.

Favorite Food: Griol

Favorite Music Kompa

Forte in Sports: Soccer

Special Skill: Cocaine has never had any practiced skills he would attain himself to; the man himself always finding himself jumping to things frequently. When something comes upon itself the Bount is quick to adapt in anything he gives himself practice with.

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AppearanceCocaine stands at depicted height, but makes up for it in sheer bearing alone. His face is too rounded about the chin to have the classical and dangerously sharp features, although he remedies this by the clipping of his pale hair to a decent chin length. His white mask gives much suspicion to strangers as to why he would actually wear this mask. Cocaine looks as if he has something to hide, though much people would not know. Close enough such an assumption may be, but the expression in Cocaine's eyes in one, which few would match to a normal bookworm. If it were not for the fact that he laughs so much or possibly even despite it one could imagine him to be enraged by how intense his gaze can be once attracted to a subject, and by just how much it demands to be granted anything and everything on the spot.




Height: 6'9"

Weight: 192 lbs

Blood Type: O positive

Reproduce: Yes

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Story Cocaine was born in a family of 12. The point of consistency his parents had planned made names un-important, given the name 7 he was set off to live while his parents did what they do. Being home schooled with his other siblings, He happened to make a friend with number 4, being five years underneath his own age at the time. Growing up to break from the pack of the similarities and indifference all the siblings shared Cocaine led to become the leader of a neighboring town at age 23. Eight months later, he was sent a letter from his parents. Cocaine was in dissary, he thought he had broken off all ties from them never wanting them to be in his life. He ignored the letters as they continue to swarm him. Eventually a letter from number 5 came to him and he reconsidered.

Visiting the home of his parent he scowled, spitting on the ground in the loath he possessed. getting tired of waiting on the doorstep Cocaine kicked down the door and took a look inside to find mommy and daddy dearest. The stench coming from down below caught his attention and decided to play with his nose as he curled it up with disgust. Heading down he saw bodies on the floor around him stabbed with multiple wounds as he saw a few still breathing. Bending down to see who he was, Cocaine herd a deep rumbling noise. Looking over to the right he saw his parents over a a heart like shape. Inside this shape on the floor he saw some kanji characters of the Japanese of the Japanese. Cocaine read it slowly fearing what was happened. 'So...aku...do'. A bright light came from the circle as a demon emerged hastily as if he hasn't seen the light in so long. Grabbing cocaine\'s parents quickly he devoured them as their blood rained in the room. Quickly looking over at Cocaine. Cocaine began to shiver as his legs became locked with fear. In flash the man next to him slightly breathing was gone, into the creatures mouth. The Demon then lunged for Cocaine as his hands ran claws down his back Cocaine soon passed out. Waking up in uncharted waters. Cocaine found himself in the middle of nowhere, on water. Quickly taking a drink of the water he found it salted realizing it was the ocean. he tried to sit up founding that his back hurt like hell, a voice mused inside his head. Telling him of what has happened and what will happen from now on. Cocaine's life changed form this point on. They fused.

When Cocaine was making his way through the pacific he was almost near death from hunger. He couldn't stand it anymore. His life reaching a near end Cocaine reached an island. Surprised by the vacancy and the large house that resided in it, Cocaine stayed here for almost a year. Hunting for his food and ordering ship packages of other things due to the catalog, the Bounto trained relentlessly day and night to strive for one thing over all else. Speed in due time a year was almost up and Cocaine was too attached to the house. Finding native locals on the island, he banded them together and they proceeded to worship him. Calling him "Soakudo". Cocaine found this very amusing until one day a man came to the island. wanting to take over the island for his own agenda, cocaine stood up to him, using Soakudo for the first time, Cocaine found their powers to be very similar. The man had reached what he had called "bankai" Cocaine was relived, his damn staff was beating the look out of him. All hope was near until he sprouted a Shamshir. A very, very long shamshir. Cocaine's body was brutally kicked by the speed of the man. His techniques were unorthodox and his taunting never gave up. Cocaine felt his body losing hydration and it started to shrivel up.

Cocaine wouldn't let that happen, Running straight for the ocean, the man named now revealed as SiC ran straight after him purely confident. In their ocean battle, Cocaine compressed the water around him and flattened him with over a trillion tons of water pressure. His body curled up into a ball and turned blue. Soakudo in his body seethed for him to take it and Cocaine received the man's immense speed and his attributes, tasting his first, delectable soul. Over the rest of the years training Cocaine decided to leave his island until further notice. The man named SiC taught him that there are many, many other people stronger than him out there and he planned to being his kind together. Entering Karakura town Cocaine roamed the streets, trying to bring together whatever of these so called "bounto", which he learned from Soakudo, are and how to stand above. Cocaine spent the next hundreds of his years progressing his control over his Doll, their fused entity allowed Cocaine a more smooth Control over himself as well as the animalistic cravings of the Doll.

Fighting Style: Cocaine seems to enjoy to make the opponent feel helpless before he actually tries to accomplish his goals.

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Rp Sample Shades of crimson vermilion danced and flitted about the horizon’s expanse in a scarlet ambiance, the brilliant incandescent patches of burnt orange being filtered through the nebulous gray pastels of clouds that swept through the sky. The vivid splotches of luminance were cast upon the silhouette of a solitary figure, yielding a dancing shadow that was melding with the sable curtain of night that had begun to blanket all. The figure bore witness to the sunset that was occurring in a solemn and pensive reverie, the sun’s stellar ray waning with the passage of time. The fiery orb’s radiance dissolved behind the vague line of the horizon as ebony tendrils tore and rend the unfurling streaks and hues of orange asunder, and the pitch black abyss swallowed all form of light. This particular night held an air of serenity, the variety most commonly found in times of tranquility prior to the repugnant and most foul strike of calamity. Though the night exuded a demeanor of peaceful ignorant bliss, it held within its coils a most ominous severity that required attending to.

The lone figure held itself with a deadly poise, every little movement deliberate and with purpose; no action was wasted. A pair of thin black-rimmed glasses glared ominously in the waning light, appearing to percolate a steel-cold force that would bring most to their knees in a series of actions that would result in their blathering, whimpering form being sent off to join the 4th division. Leisurely, a lithe arm was raised, the dexterous fingers placing the precariously placed spectacles further upon the bridge of his nose, the figure waiting with the utmost fortitude in terms of patience; The Bounto Cocaine always exuded a demeanor of severity and great importance, albeit the dead-cold seriousness he was exhibiting was several degrees higher than normal. His body showcased a visage of a tempered warrior, calm and collected in absolute solitude. His rigid stance, complimented by his solemn and somber demeanor, was nothing less than comparable to the biting sting of winter’s frigid blade.

Though his features were youthful and seemingly adorable at first glance, this was in direct stark contrast with how he held himself; unwavering in a resolute stance of extreme aloofness and rigid formality, the Bount was the epitome and pinnacle of distant. Most who attempted to approach the Bount were abruptly taken aback by his dull and somber personality- it truly was odd to bear witness to what appeared to be a child holding himself as an adult. A noticeable decline in not only the incoming members to the any interloper, but in the proficiency of skills that current races held (Or didn’t, for that matter), was the reason Cocaine stood patiently in one of the palm trees of the island. Clearly, the deteriorating rate of the quality among souls was a disease that needed to be rooted out forcefully if it were to ever to present itself to its former rate of success. races have grown found of not having a mentally adequate bountou population, exploiting and misusing the lack of authority to do as they pleased with little to no thought of the impairment as if they were placed the Gotei 13, but themselves as well. Lack of will to improve led to a lackadaisical and comfortable position, which in turn led to a debilitating state. This would be stamped out quite thoroughly, and without hesitation…rules clearly had to be enforced.

The Bount had already taken measures to root out the problem, and it was the very reason he stood erect on the palm tree right now. A request for a meeting with a soul with some sort of mental capabilities has just been made- anything less than strict adherence to the command given would be met with…less than savory consequences. Cocaine wasn’t a particularly merciless Bount; he merely believed in always doing what was right. The races would soon find that rule-breaking and slacking off, would become the absolute last action that they ever performed. Arms folded within the chalk-white suit he had pressed deep on his arms, he awaited the slow trickle of Soakudo to leak from him and take a solid human form under him and rappel down the tree and onto the sand. Whoever decided to show up would find the Bount's call…interesting, to say the least.

Name: Soakudo

Manifestation:

Face:
Soakudo's
face is normal size and a feature about him, is his nose is highly
sensitive and it's often moves to make it look smaller trying to close
up to avoid smells. Soakudo's eyes were fairly particular in this
situation. His eyes being completely white, showing no sign of an Iris.
His hair is a semi-bright green color,that puffs up into an Afro of two
feet in surrounding length, which stuns many opponents due to its
atrocity. Though most people think he needs to tame his hair as it has
many split ends that make him look freaky. His mouth in combination as
he smirks, giving him an intimidating face. His face is a dark brown
due to the fact that he is Haitian, in collaboration with the rest of
his upper body.

Upper Body:
His upper body is somewhat
muscular. He has a big six pack on him, that isn't bulging muscle, but
enough to make him have some type of strength, his arms are very long
and have a very good biceps and triceps giving the slight indentation
that his arms are longer than normal. With this in mind he has a very
good range of attack. Though he appears to be tough, which contradicts
the point that he doesn't have a mark on him. What suits don't do to
the same extent they once did is reveal the wearer's background. In our
sartorially egalitarian age, one doesn't need to be a blue blood or an
Ivy grad to occupy the corner office or know the name of the best
tailors. Although it is redundant, due to the fact that the doll can
easily change his appearance.

Height & Weight:
His
weight is not much compared to others and comes to about one-hundred
seventy pounds. As he is a speed demon fighter, it is expected of him
to be lighter so that he can move faster than others. Though sometimes,
this can be a nuisance. Most of them pick on him by surprise attack for
fun as his weight makes him fall easier. His height is where he really
shines though at 6'9". Most that don't know him are intimidated by him
being much taller than him. Only people who know him actually look at
him at eye level on a friend basis, though he has the name Soakudo
because of his attributes. His upper body is brown like the rest.

Lower Body:
Soakudo's
lower body is longer than his upper body, and could be called long
legged. Having such long leg's give him the ability to be a much faster
running speed. His legs not only have a lot to do with speed, but also
to do with how he attacks the opponent. He can use leg movement's to
trick how they receive his movements by going the other way. His legs
aren't the best built though, but are much like his upper body. His
legs are also good for jumping from place to place. Other than that,
not many notable features can be told here, since it is just his legs.

Element:

Ethereal Water and Electricity.

Reformed
elementby manipulation and recreation. Because of the doll's fusion
with Cocaine, when he actually projects the reiatsu of the doll, it can
come out as the forementioned element. The water can be fully
manipulated down to the molecular level by will of Cocaine.

Medium:

Cocaine's
body. Due of the Fused doll, The bounto power is used by a
manifestation of weapons that can be excreted out of his body. A spear
can come out and that would be the medium of The Soakudo. If Soakudo is
materialized. He comes out that weapon. Soakudo cannot be separated
from that weapon or the weapon turns to dust and Soakudo is transported
back into Cocaine.

Techniques: 2

External Gathering

With
the summon of a special saw mounted Hachiwara. Cocaine can then extend
his range to form seals. These seals are written in the air by tracing
it over with the claw of the Hachiwara. These seals can range from a
"Neko" Kanji as a cat would come out of the seal doing whatever Cocaine
commanded it to do and to a "car" For Cocaine to drive.
COOLDOWN IS 10 POSTS
Viral Study

If
the water of Cocaine has been controlled to enter inside the body
through a wound or an orifice, the water has the option to obtain the
properties of a virus like molecule by the will of Cocaine. By entering
a cell, the water molecule enters the vacuole of the cell and splits
itself into a hydronium and hydroxide equilibrium. Once such has been
performed, the two ions collide each other to generate an effective
collision to process a current of electricity. This single Kinetic
energy reroutes the cell to the ions control. Where by the will of
Cocaine that cell can perform a Mitosis, Osmosis, ect. Cannot be used consecutively. Thus meaning to perform this technique again, the user must wait an allotted time of five posts.

Looks good, approved

he needs to use our template just like everyone else

He followed the template, jsut added some extra stuff. Anyway, I MADE the template off this. Just deleted stuff.