Koyōte Sutāku
| Subject: The Wolf Pack is Back Sun Apr 04, 2010 5:17 pm | |
| Basic InformationName: Koyōte Sutāku/ Lily Age: 200 Gender: Male Arrancar or Espada: Arrancar (Espada Level Rogue) Number: (Its Starrk, you already know.) Looks: Resurrection Information (Optional, but good to have)Name: Los Lobos Represent: Wolf Family: Light (Only one that fits what a Cero is.) Looks: When released, he wields two ornamental pistols, each of them the same length. These pistols are actually Lilynette, as both pistols appear to house her physically as well as her consciousness she can be seen speaking through both as well as retain a sense of feeling via outside stimulus. Part of Lilynette's mask appears on his head, stretching from the back of his head around to the eyepiece on his left eye, with the flame pattern changing to emerge from the eyepiece and follow the mask fragment around to the back of his head while the mask itself is connected, by two chains, around his right eye. His Arrancar outfit changes drastically as well; his upper body is covered in a grey fur-lined jacket over a double-breasted vest, while his legs are covered in some kind of dark skin-tight pants with grey knee-high fur leggings covering his lower legs, and his arms are covered in some kind of gray elbow-length fur armbands that appears to end at his wrists. There are also ribbon-covered bandoliers emerging from his upper back and disappearing into his upper forearms. With fur-covered holsters, Starrk's released form resembles a Wild West gunslinger. Techniques (Optional, but good to have)Name: Cero Metralleta Description: Starrk uses his right pistol to unleash a barrage of Ceros simultaneously that, because of their density and grouping, appear to fuse together into one large Cero blast. He is able to change the direction of this attack during firing, making it extremely difficult to avoid. It is unknown if his left pistol is capable of using this technique as well. Name: WolvesDescription: In reference to the name of his Zanpakutō, Los Lobos, Starrk is able to summon a pack of wolves seemingly numbering in the hundreds. The wolves are controlled verbally by Starrk and will chase down the enemy with the intent to cling via a bite. Upon biting the enemy or getting close enough, the wolves erupt in explosions of varying size and power. They're capable of being very destructive, as when one exploded, it destroyed a large area of Karakura town in a huge column of explosion which dwarfed the surrounding buildings. Starrk seems to be able to summon them without limit, thus overwhelming the enemy with their sheer numbers. These wolves are apparently pieces of both Starrk and Lilynette's soul that they are able to split apart and control in battle. Love Aikawa remarks that they are like flames, as they reform from any harm done to them (even if they are literally cut into pieces) to continue their attack without pause. It is also shown that the two bandoliers, originating from Starrk's upper back and leading into his forearms, are the source of the wolves. This ability fuses him and Lilynette even further as the pistols disappear and she becomes a presence in his body, even allowing her to speak through him. Name: Reiatsu SwordsDescription: Starrk is able to summon spiritual energy swords from his bandoliers, which vaguely resemble the ordinary katana he wields in his sealed form, but with four curved prongs hanging off of the guard. He used one, then eventually two swords to combat Kyōraku's dual-blade Shikai. History and Personality: History: Starrk tried to live with other Hollows, but just by being around him, they lost their souls and died. Because of this, he became jealous of how the weak are allowed to come together and wanted to become weak. In an attempt to escape his loneliness he split his soul into two, himself and Lilynette. Starrk doesn't remember which of them they originally looked like before the split and suspects that their original appearance corresponds to neither of them. Even still, Starrk wanted to become weak so that he could join a pack and if that were not possible, he wanted to find someone as strong as him. [1] When he split his soul, he asked the newly formed Lilynette if she has a name. She tells him it and asks if he has a name, even though they are both the same person. He tells her and throws her a cloth to wrap herself up in, as she asks him what will they do now. He tells her that they can do anything. She asks where will they go and he says anywhere. He then asks that no matter what, they just stick together, forever. Starrk and Lilynette were alone when he was first found by Aizen, who asked him if he had killed all the mountains of Hollows in the area. Starrk tells him no, that they just died. This impresses Aizen, who tells Starrk that he seems strong, and he then tells him that he is looking for allies. Starrk responds that they are as well, and asks Aizen if his allies are strong. Aizen tells him to come along and find out for himself. Starrk agrees to join him, noting that Aizen looks like he can stay with them without dying. Personality: Starrk is a lazy and unenthusiastic character who apparently spends much of his time asleep and which no one, except Lilynette, appears to try and stop him from doing. In fact, he rarely directly addresses any Arrancar other than Lilynette, his other half. Despite being the highest-ranking Espada, he is not eager to take a leadership role, shown when he easily allows Baraggan to take over at the battle of the fake Karakura Town. He is not particularly interested in whatever is going on around him, although he is surprisingly observant and a capable analyst. Unlike many of the Espada, he is not violent or overly arrogant. He initially does not seem to care a great deal for his fellows, showing no visible signs of distress or concern. When he learns of Aaroniero Arruruerie's (sapposed) death, he lazily states there is nothing he could do about it, and when Baraggan and Harribel are apparently overwhelmed by their opponents' respective Bankai, he only asks Kyōraku if all the captains' Bankai are so powerful. However, this indifferent attitude seems to be dispelled with Baraggan's death. Starrk comments that it's horrible that Aizen doesn't spare even a word for Baraggan. Starrk himself is notably affected by this turn of events, being drained of his motivation to fight. After arguing with Lilynette for a while, he restates that he's not the type for revenge, but his desire to not see any more comrades die proves to be enough motivation for him to keep fighting. Starrk seems to be opposed to the notion of killing people, offering Love Aikawa and Rōjūrō Otoribashi a chance to run away instead of having him finish them off. In comparison to the other, more serious Espada members, however, Starrk is often shown in a much more comical light, with situations often ending in him on the receiving end of physical abuse from his partner Lilynette, even though he does little to stop her actions. He can be serious on occasion, although his personality does not change much; he comes off as reluctant, but nonetheless willing to complete the task at hand. Such is the case when he was ordered to take back Orihime Inoue, despite saying he abhors such a strategy. He is fairly similar to Shunsui Kyōraku in personality, something Starrk himself acknowledges. Role-play Sample: A adjustment to the glasses was made, and the books carried in the hand of the Bounto: Origin of Species by Charles Darwin. Nowhere within this text did it confirm the likely possible creation of spirits. Thus in the mind of a Fisto, where logic was key. The studies of this man, are discredited. Not like the hot desert air didn't make things worse however. After all the Bounto, had, made his way among the sands. Found himself, in this unique area. This large, dome. Dome implying the curved shape of this huge building, and the fact that, this building was so large, that it was dome-like in shape. Redundant. Perhaps, but the dome still stood in his path. So he made, his way, around it. Finding out where all this chaos was coming from, simply following the unique powers clashing in the distance. Due to the overall impossible structure of the current area. It was perhaps, to big. To grand a place to be torn down for the sake of a few loose coins. But the merit that would come from taking out this great monument to the power of the Arrancar Race was to good a chance to reject.
It, That large building that reached up into the sky, and pillared its way to the clouds(even if only by dreams) bustled with the living Arrancars. Those who, had been living, and because of there living and that they where alive it was seen that them being so alive was them living in a state of false livelyhood. They where, in fact, so annoying. That they would become irrelevant. In actuality the entire reason of being here was in fact so irrelevant that when it came down to analyzing his own actions with the superego, he could not even process or manifest it into words. Sigmund Fraud would be ashamed. Hope glimmered. A savage nazi, burrowing into the dunes of trenches, this war would be bloody. The time to act, was now, the time to kill was now. It was now. Now, was the hour and the hour struck at now. Though if it was a dome, or a room. The hour never changed. Either way, the event followed in unison with fate.
The Topaz was indeed Flawed, and that flaw was so flawless that it seemed to be flawed in the eyes of those who where alive, and flawed. How annoying, how indescribable. The dreadnought, was already about. Like the clouds which never pierced the skies before. The red baron of a Bount had posistioned himself. That nose-ring, attached to the face of the man, who was so flawless, had ripped, and morphed, flawlessly. It was not even seen, because of the flaws that had captivated the enemies who where oh, so, flawed. But the man, Adjusted his fucking glasses. With a glint hinting that he would, not be denied satisfaction. How dare he be disrespected in the home of another. It was not a Gentleman like thing to do. But it would happen. It was a day like no other, Like spadroons. The rain poured down over the area. Not even touching the French or Haitians. With a quick accelerated movement.
Arrival, above the man, female. Whatever that Arrancar who claimed the rights of being the Highest in charge was. Touou perhaps. Indeed. He adjusted his glasses, as the man peered to Pluto. That female who had been seen from the corner of his eye. That event the latter. The man winked, as the cloud ripped open. It was forming during the whole charade down below. The water had already soaked into the roof of the building, weakening the foundation little by little. As the whole that Mr. Touou was formed, That new opened hole, cracked, and a pillar, of that odorless, and colorless liquid dropped down. It decended, at such an alarming rate. That it would reach the Arrancar. The Touou, as it spiraled counter clockwise. The water being like senbon, but as deadly as katanas. Pillar being wide enough to drown, and submerge, yet able to be split in half by a sword strike. If an opponent was dumb enough to take the pillar head on. Now, this Bount, was not afraid to die. Therefore.
The clouds accumulated in numbers. Making the rain, intense now. About this time Drake would have followed suite of the Commanding Touou. Syker took his glasses off, and placed them in a pocket. Snapping his fingers as the roof of the building had cracked greatly, flooding inward. Spiraling down a rush of water of unfathomable proportions. He spiked his green hair up, as the water, had caved in the below area, and now tendrils of water, spiraled upwards. Erecting into the sky aiming to, mutilate. Only the sound of think rain was sensed. But no, none of this was reality was it? Null. The benefactor had already contracted the storm. The water burst, vaporous liquid. Filled the domes helm. The Cave in following suite. But still, the glasses sat in that pocket.
Where, was this proportion. Why did the air have to be so foggy now. It was not even normal. The man, adjusted his glasses. Which he didn't even have on his face. The water from the rain, would assimilate with the surfaces touched. That assimilation, bring negative Mr. Poi, to activate his ability. 1000, Sen in Japanese. Arsenic, bland and useless without a good amount of people to hit with it. Regardless, the meteors rained down. In his mind that is. Syker had already coated himself with some of the Dread. So that Exodus would rise and help him have some sort of edge. Or so it would seem. That large pool processing into a higher form. A state unknown by mortal means. Whichever worked at the time. These little doosy, was meant to torment or kill. Like a tracker Hound.
Eruptions, the brain reaching a state of pure bliss. That dread, was potent, its own deserted shell never existed. Truly a free doll. No Bount hurt from the events, no Frenchies either. It rolled back it forth, altering and fluxing its own lips. It wanted to taste and crave it. It wanted the entire blossom to be formed. The vapor, rinsed, morphed. Into its watery form, and drew inward. Spiraling vortex to the height of the sky, in which the pillar blasted downward. Approaching the roaches. This action, described as the light tower into heaven. Craniums, oh how these craniums where not spared. Each with an individual sprialing torrent fleeting for them. Syker looked at the Arrancars, analyzing them. "Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe." He smacked his hands together, as a blade of water, formed around the wrist. Pulling with water pressure. It was simply effective. That crude sword created to face off with Whoever dared rush at him. It had begun. Death is a fisherman, the world we see his fish-pond is, and we the fishes be; his net some general sickness; howe'er he Is not so kind as other fishers be; for if they take one of the smaller fry, they throw him in again, he shall not die. But death is sure to kill all he can get, and all is fish with him that comes to net." ( I can post like this , however it would require a good topic.] | |
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