Hei

Basic Information

Name: He abandoned his name long ago, now refers to himself with various words of different languages pertaining to the color 'black' or to the void of light 'Darkness'

He is most commonly referred to as 'Hei', though.

Age: Approximately 3,452 years old as an arrancar. He has lived for a millennium as a Hollow, but tends not to add that into his age, as he doesn’t care for those days of his life.

Gender: Male

Arrancar or Espada: (Rogue) Espada

Number: Former Tercera

Looks:

Spoiler:

A reddish orange-haired daemon, with all due respect. Though his face is near completely unmarred by the countless battles he's been in(with the exception of one wound), his body has not escaped such as well. With long gashes trailing about, he tends to wear a decent amount of clothing without too much being revealed ...

His hair is usually kept parted, so as not to impair his vision ... and he's let it grow out due to the fact that he tends to end up stabbing someone if he holds scissors(or any other bladed item for that matter) in his hands. They are of a reddish color, which unfortunately makes him stick out like sore thumb when in a crowd.

His choice of clothing varies ... although he much rather prefers a black flowing knee-length trenchcoat-esque jacket, and darker clothing. His wardrobe preference is somewhat related to his past. Ever since abandoning his old life as an Espada and Arrancar of Las Noches, he's always held a disdain for the white outfit they had to wear ... and so, as to leave behind that past, he donned dark clothes. Besides which, he's always been fascinated with 'black', even back in his Las Noches days. You'll never see him without shades of some kind, sometimes black ... sometimes tinged in others, but they usually conceal his eyes.

And that brings us to his eyes ... they are silver and opaque spheres that give hint he is blind, but such an assumption would be foolish. He can see perfectly well, and through these hateful eyes come such ghastly stares the strikes fear into the common people(or the weak spiritually aware). Through these vengeful tools of sight, he sees the world ... and sees it with hate.

All in all, he stands at 5' 8", and while not necessarily heavily muscled, his body is quite strong and well-conditioned. He is left-handed, since he always carries a book by that hand ... and handles weapons first with it. Another interesting note: Much like the avatar, he also has a tattoo over his right eye. Albeit, it is of black ink and there to hide a small scar above his right eye. Not many know that there is a scar there.

The remnants of his Hollow self remain as a small hole a little bit above where his heart is(the hole is incredibly tiny, about a decimeter in diameter). And the other remnant would BE a Hollow mask fragment ... ... except, it seems to be missing. As he’s a somewhat introverted person(amongst those he does not seek to kill … and thus those he commonly interacts with), no one knows about the missing fragment … some claim that it’s that strange white pendant he wears, that appears to hang about his neck with a string tied about. But, really it’s more of a small trinket of the past, a small remainder of a friend.

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Resurrection Information

Name: El Fin
-Release Phrase: All shall fade.

Represent: A Bird of Prey, however ... his appearance makes it questionable as to exactly which one he represents. He appears as an angel, you could say … a fallen one whose wings have been tainted by unforgivable sin, and thus branded with a mark of shame. Pity, he doesn’t feel remorseful at all, despite his appearance.

Family: Darkness

Looks: Like other arrancar, when one utters the release phrase of their resurrection, Hei gains a piece of his former self back. He awakens the natural power that had been locked up when he choose to become an arrancar. But, unlike some arrancar, his overall appearance does not change ... drastically. He still retains his humanoid shape. He's still a bipedal vertebrate.

It's just that he gains some additional limbs. And not arms nor legs ... nor something of the nether region, mind you, but rather, wings. Black wings that sprout from behind him, massive feathered appendages that lazily rest behind him. Whether or not he's aerodynamically fit for flight, he still hasn't tried to confirm if he can. After all, he's always preferred Terra Firma.

Beyond this, his appearance doesn't change at all(minus large holes now ripped into the back of his shirt and jacket ... unless they were removed prior to his release. However, the wings are massive, and the numerous feathers are collected well together to prevent light from passing through ... and thus, when they unfurl a shadow is cast over Hei ... the mix of the light and its absence, the dark, gives hint to his demonic self.

These black wings may seem like aesthetic, vestigial structures ... but they tend to prove rather useful when in a fight. They can withstand low-level attacks, and thus can be used as shields. They also serve as reishi reserves, absorbing free-floating spiritual energy and converting them in a solid shape … the feathers. Most of the following techniques require a feather to be plucked, and utilized ... for they are nothing more than compressed containers of energy, and thus capable of being more than airy pieces of material that are used for decoration.

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Techniques
All numbers are based off a scale of one to ten. One being the lowest, ten being the highest. (For stamina, it represents a drain ... so the lower the number, the less consuming it is)

A common trait of these following abilities is the creation of the absence of light, ‘darkness’. This is caused by the nature of the Res being infused with Hei’s reiatsu … and thus when he releases spiritual energy, it gains a light-absorbing property and leaves behind black marks wherever it goes, like a stain. What's so useful about this is that the darkness is that it is merely free-flying reishi released by Hei, and so entering that Zero-Visibility(due to a lack of light) area would make him virtually undetectable as his spiritual signal would be mixed with the darkness he has made as they would register the same to someone attempting to track him. All the while he can easily pinpoint his targets if they are in the dark areas ... although he can't be 100% sure whiter or not he can injure them.

Name: Emplume Cero
Description: Essentially a Cero, infused with the element corresponding to the Res. It takes the shape of a black marble ... yes ... a marble, upon charging. It requires single feather to be plucked from the wings(causing a mild amount of discomfort for Hei) and used as the basis of which the Cero is focused. The projectile rapidly compresses into a dense sphere, and instead of being fired immediately like a blast from a focal point ... is flicked in the general direction of the enemy. Then, like a beam, it shoots forward. A black streak across existence, it will be sent flying forward at a speed more closer to a Bala then a Cero. When it comes into contact with another object(be it the target or a something close by and in the way of the target), it then detonates into a rather large explosion(about fitting for a normal Cero). The blast is seen as a swirling mass of black, due to the properties of the reishi infused into it ... that darkness lingers in a two meter radius zone around the stricken area. Here, all light is incapable of penetrating for a few turns, thus creating a zero-visibility zone. (One can easily enter in and out of here, however.)
-Stats-
Strength: 4
Speed: 7
Accuracy: 6
Stamina: 3
Requires a Single post charge before shot, Cooldown is two posts.

The Darkness lingers for 5 posts, making the area stricken a Zero-Visibility zone(Unless you have specialized vision to see in the absence of light)

Multiple shots can be fired, however. Up to four simultaneous attacks can be shot, although the charge time is added on for .5 posts for every additional one after the second, so 4 blasts results in a two post charge. Cooldown is merely increased by an additional two posts regardless of how many are shot.

Name: La Ira del Cielo
Description: A variation of the first technique ... only on a much large scale. It requires a bit of time to ready, and a high altitude to shoot from. While not millions, or thousands, a hundred plus of charged Enplume Ceros rain down from the sky ... streaking at high speeds and impacting against the target area ... which tends to be a massive amount of space. The explosions result in a blanket of darkness that covers the entire battlefield(though not extending very far up, for that matter). These Ceros are much weaker in comparison to ordinary Ceros, and thus one could be stricken by practically all of them and not be killed. They may suffer injury, but nothing severe as to place their life in a critical state.
-Stats-
Strength: 2 x 400(all the ceros)
Speed: 7
Accuracy: 0 (Mass area-effect)
Stamina: 5
Requires: A LOT of feathers and 4 turn/post charge. This can only be performed once per battle, and then Hei is in need of some time to rest and regain whatever spiritually energy was used up for this.
Duration: The Darkness lingers for 7 posts/turns.

Name: Espada Negra
Description: A single feather, once more, plucked from the black wings. This time, rather than allow it to swirl about, becoming a spiral of destructive energy … it elongates itself, forming a blade of sorts. With the feather being the source of which the reishi, collected and pooled to form a solid portion, extends itself from … it manifests as a blade of darkness, the light absorbing properties of the reishi still present. One could attribute these as similar to the Quincy ‘Seele Schneiders’, as they are composed of cycling reishi particles to form a solid shape … thus creating a chainsaw effect. The only difference is that the Espada Negra does not grow more powerful with each blow it lands upon the opponent(via absorbing their own reiatsu, that is). Actually, the instant the feather begins to release the stored up energy, it lasts for only a short amount of time before dieing out, as the spirit energy is forcibly discharged(something it, a container, was not intended to do). The upside to the weapon is that the energy in question has been converted into Hei’s own power … and thus allowing him full manipulation as to the shape of the ‘blade’. The technique is named due to the darkness produced by it, and because of its initial shape, however its form can be altered at will(though there is a momentary delay, and rapid alterations are nigh impossible. The blade can also not be broken apart willing(to form a spiked mace or something like), as doing such weakens the structure of the blade, allowing it to disperse even more rapidly). It’s quite capable of cutting through moderately powerful Hierro and mid-level barriers. Normal shinigami, ordinary humans, and other weak individuals are at the highest risk of being sliced in two by this blade.
-Stats-
Strength: 6
Speed: 6
Accuracy: 5
Stamina: 7

Despite using the feather as the medium and the source for this technique, it actually costs a large amount of energy from Hei to break apart the feathers and unleash the reishi stored within. It also takes a small drain to maintain the shape for as long as possible, or else it would just flicker and die out immediately after being activated.

Requires a feather and a single post to ready.

Duration is 3 posts, before it dies out. If the shape of the blade is altered during the usage, the duration is cut by a single post. (If altered on post one, it’ll end on post two. If altered on post two, it will end on the same post. If altered on post three, it will sputter and die out immediately).

Cooldown: While there technically IS no cooldown for this, increased usages results in longer charge times. For every two used, the charge gains an additional post.

Up to two ‘blades’ can be produced at any one time. If two ARE used, the charge bumps up a post as mentioned. There is no doubling of charge times when simultaneously preparing two. The blade can also be charged separately. (One on turn one, the other starting on turn two). Although this is still under additional charge limitation.

That's all for now.
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History and Personality:
History:

His own history is an enigma within itself. He is of the darkness, a pitieous creature born of the ill of the world, like all other Arrancar ... stemming from the origins as malformed Hollows. The only thing he knows ... is hate. Hate. That little word. Four letters. Mono-syllabic. A noun or a verb, depending on context. Hate, and all of its cousins: Disgust, Contempt, Abhorrence, Detestation, Revulsion, so on and so forth. That one word was all that was engraved in his mind. It was this that caused his death as a Human, this that cause his rise as a Hollow ... this that caused his birth as an Arrancar.

And even now, that one little word is responsible for everything in his life. His hatred, and boundless fury, costed him his Rank. Demoted from the Espadas for a long string of failures stemming from his overly aggressive nature and (non-self)destructive tendencies, his Hate then became absolute. Humilation was the air, insecurity was the fuel ... and this demotion was the spark that lit ablaze his present state-of-mind. There was nothing in this world that he could care about. Nothing he could love, nothing he could trust. His hazy eyes adopted the light of Rage, and his hate evolving into something beyond that which it is. There is nothing left for him. And so, he decided one day, that he would make one thing his.

The 'End of the World'. He turned rogue, fleeing Las Noches but not without attempting to eliminate as many Arrancar as he could ... and olbiterating portions of the Castle. He cared little whether his small rampage succeeded or not, after all ... he was only establishing a point, his 'Declaration of War'. After that, whatever name he had left, he abandoned. Taking on new identites and aliases, he proceeded with his escape beyond Hueco Mundo.

He did not know where to go, but he knew that there was only one thing he could do, regardless of where he went. The one thing that was within the nature of all Hollows, and thus by technicality, of all Arrancar. Destroy

He rests only to regain whatever strength he has lost in expending himself in the annihilation he's performed in the human world. Cities wiped out in the blink of an eye, while 'natural disasters' became the sole reason for the events. It matters not to him, as there is only one thing he has in mind. He wants to end everything. He wants to end the meaning of Existence ... and all forms of it. With that gone, and thus himself also gone, he would be content. Such is his goal ... and in these recent years, he has taken different courses in Fate that would have been acceptable in his earlier days. After all, in order to commit Trans-dimensional Genocide, one would need a helping hand or two, no?

His hatred, subsiding from centuries of inaction(or at least only small-scale attacks), is not what it used to be ... and thus his mind is no longer the empty container hosting an organ that functions even less than that of average. His want to kill has decreased, but his desire is still there. His heart, should he still have one, and its greatest desire remain unchanged ... but, he wouldn't mind delaying it every now and then to learn a bit more about everything ... learn, and the consign to Oblivion.

Where he has come from before, where he is now, and where he shall be later are unknown. But one thing is certain: His presence will be born anew.

Personality:
One could say he is the embodiment of the Wrath of God. His explosive nature is quite substantial, giving him an intense adrenaline rush that denies acknowledgement of pain as he attempts to annihilate his given target. Once an enemy is sighted, he is relentless ... even if there are other enemies, he pursues and attempts to kill the one deemed to be the 'target'. When enraged(and he often is), there is nothing else in the world that matters than having his revenge ... although releasing all that pent-up anger would help too. Reason is traded for instinct, and words(should there be any) for loud roars that are more than just a show of his emotional state.

But, for all his foul violent nature, he's generally a stoic ... preferring not to show emotion lest he ignites his fury and abandons reason. A man of little words, he prefers simple gestures over having to speak ... and tries to get out of any situations in which he must reply verbally. His appearance gives rise to a dark and brooding young man, and the only part that truly fits is the 'dark'. He holds profound hatred for everything, and perhaps that is the source of his entire wrath?

While he may seem like a simpleton in combat, should the fight prolong ... his fury simmers down a little, allowing his cerebral functions to return to near-norm levels. Should this occur, he begins to plan ahead ... and usually he comes up with the most frightening ideas of how to win. After all, he's not very ... err ... noble. If a fight has going on, he'll use anything to have an advantage. From the environment in which he is fighting to a weakness in opponent, he has no qualms with exploiting those so as to achieve victory ... and probably decapitation of the opponent.

For a block that acts like a dolt and rages like the Hulk, he's also a bit attracted to literature ... which explains why he's usually not far away from a book. Most people are shocked to see him calmly seated somewhere with a paperback book in hand, reading. If asked why he's like this, he may respond that only when going out to destroy would he choose to let loose everything inside.

Role-play Sample: (I assume I'll need one seeing as how I'm aiming for a 'former' Espada rank)
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He came with the night. The absence of the sun brought forth his arrival, and those silver eyes, the orbs by which he viewed the world, gazed hatefully at the idllyic land. Small urban cities, it seemed to him ... with thousands of ignorants milling about, unaware of the world beyond their little pathetic bubbles.

They knew nothing of the world. They were trapped in their own little realms, shielded from the outside. And Dunkel was sickened to the core of whatever was his self, to see ignorant human beings claim a bit of peace, if only that of the mind.

Like hell. He was going to tear their world inside out! He was an immortal who suffered from nearly the beginning of the passage of time itself, who stood at the side watching Humanity rise ... and fall .. again and again. His mind droned on, with a contemptuous voice drilling him, riling him ... invigorating him. The voice carried on, his subconscience merging with it ... until sensibilty was lost in favor of primal wanton destruction. Muttering out the short phrase to unleash his power, he carried forth ... destruction the only thing in his mind.

The cars of late-night commuters were sent toppling, hunks of plastic and steel were lifted in the burly arms of a once fragile being ... and sent flying into the numerous buildings of the neighborhood. Explosions followed, screams upon the heels of the former ... the concerned called out, for answers, for reasons, for loved ones. Most got the same unvarying response, as their bodies wear torn to pieces by the superhuman strength of Hei.

His rage was absolute now, for it was too late to fall back and reconsider. Already, he was mowing down innocents with a lamp pole, shattering bodies and buildings with long swipes of the steel rod. And so the destruction continued, as buildings were slowly wrecked ... and crumbled down into their foundations, the signs of civiliation were completely destroyed, and the city's transformation into a shoddy grave for thousands occurred only within hours.

The once peace was long gone. The hum of city life replaced with deafening crashes of buildings, and roaring flames. The voices of the many who lived hear ... those that gave to the sounds of the ignorant and their pitiful view of life were, for the final moments, cries of agony or perhaps 'mercy!' only to be extinguished, much like candles before a storm.

And there he was, a Demon. A winged disciple of the damned. Bathed in the blood of the dead, surrounded by the carcasses and ruins. Letting out the inhuman roar as he continued to defile the deadland, turning all into ash and dust. From all about him came the swirling destructive energy, that bombarded whatever buildings or their remains still standing. Corpses that had been left strewn were wiped utterly clean from existence.

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Succesful terroist attacks, the news stations later claimed. And that the country's military would be investigating the incident. Fools, they were providing more victims to feed the enraged beast. Like lambs to the slaughter, they would go on in ignorance ... but there would be no savior for them.

Only problem I have is with your 1st tech's cool down:

Bump it up to 3 posts

Approved.

Happy Hunting.