Thrane Arrancar [APPROVED, 2-2+]

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Genetics & Basic Information

• Name: Thrane
• True Age: 212
• Appearance Age: 23
• Gender: Male
• Faction:Freelancer

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Appearance

• Appearance: He stands at 6'1" tall, and has long white/silver hair. He wore long black robes and pants that looked to mimic the clothing of Soul Reapers. 75% of his mask remains upon his face, only his right eye and a small section of his face on the right side is exposed. 

Thrane wears simple sandals with white socks over his feet. His arms from the elbows down are covered in bone-like armor, with the fingers ending in razor sharp claws. 

• Bone Appearance: Forearms and hands armored with bone, 75% of mask remains. The mask covers all his face except for right eye. 

• Hollow Hole: Center of chest.

• Reiatsu Colour: Midnight Purple

Personality

Personality: Thrane is cold and nearly unfeeling in combat. His main goal is to your fears against you, weaken your resolve, and kill you in the fastest way possible. If he has to sacrifice an ally to do it, it's truely an option in his mind. 

Outside of battle, he is a little more relaxed, but has difficulty relating to those around him. His humor is odd, cold, or simply macabe. He isn't slow, he just doesn't really understand humor any more. 

Once you get past that, he shows that he is loyal, defending friends from slights or insults (real or preceived) with cold ruthlessness. 

One thing he true regrets, and is a tender subject for him, is his mask. He feels he was too impulsive when he broke it, and he should have waited until he became a vasto lord first. When this subject is touched on, he becomes defensive and withdrawn. 
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Background Information

• History: Thrane doesn't remember most of his life from before he became a Hollow. He had a family... Maybe. It's all so murky. After he became a Hollow, that's when everything really got more interesting for him. 

Not knowing his name, he started to travel across the dead lands he was in. He was a low class Hollow, but felt pulled towards something far off, like he was being called. 

His body in this form was very human like, and as he traveled across the lands, be learned this was exception rather than the norm. 

Only three days into his walk, he was attacked by another Hollow. It was bigger than him, looking like a twisted and warped version of a elephant. This waw when he started to learn of his new body and what it could do. 

The brawl was short and brutal, resulting in a crack of his mask when the elephant tossed him bodily in to a rock. Each wound had started to heal on its own, far faster than he expected. 

The fight was ended when he saw the creature fire a poorly aimed cero. Thrane side stepped and rushed in, slamming his clawed hand through its mask and to the wrist in this creatures face, killing it outright. 

As it fell, the hunger took to him. To this day, he cannot explain what caused him to do it, but he started to feast upon the creature, taking some of its power for his own. 

The power gained from this was small, but it was addicting. In this instant, he made himself a vow, that he would never fall prey like this to anyone. 

For years he traveled like this. Moving from one battle to he next, hunting other Hollows. He learned how to fight and use his power over hullucinations to aid him. One battle melded into the next, and it started to become a blur, yet he walked on, towards that location that called him. 

He walked to a place that others like him, others of great power for thier size. He had learned much in his travels. The land he was in was called Hueco Mundo. He could regenerate non lethal wounds, he could fire a cero from his jaws, and his skin could be harder than iron at times.

Upon reaching the location with the other hollows, it quickly devolved into an orgy of blood. Thrane battled for his life, killing and consuming those he had slain. Each one made him feel stronger... But he still felt empty inside. 

As the battle progresses, they eventually wore down to only around a hundred. It was they stopped being several hollows and transcended into one: a Gillian. 

Thrane could hear all of their voices, but they spoke to him as a group, not all of them voicing opinions. He was the master now, but the hunger was even worse now. Thrane was with othee Gillians now, they had much, much more spiritial pressure than what he was used to. 

He waited. He was patient. He had seen none like him, all the Gillians wore the same 'mask' as the others. He was different. When he discovered this, it started again. He begain to feast once more. Each Gillian only went to feed his power, to make him stronger, and to push him closer to his next evolution. It wasn't an over night thing for him at all. He hunted all across the face of the world, the size and power of the body affording him greater abilities than he ever expected. 

He knew he was on the verge of an evoultion, he could feel it. He just needed the power to truely push him over the edge. 

When that happened, and he did indeed become an Adjuchas, he went back to a much smaller form. He was human sized again, covered in bone like armor from neck to toe, and had his full face mask.

Once more he had hair, longer than he rememberes, but all the voices had been silenced, sleeping in a way. He had gained much from the minds of his comrads, but they only held him back now. 

He knew he had to eat however. He needed to feed or he would regress back to a Gillian, mindless and lost. He refused to give up who and what he was now. 

His left arm from the elbow down was a shield, tear drop shaped with a pair of blades, each one running down the sides and meeting at the narrowest point, leading into a small blade like weapon. 

Now is when he started his own journey to continue to grow in power. It was in thus time, in this year that learned of his true limits and that he had smaller chances of success than he expected. 

A year and a half in this form, traveling across the dead world, and met his match. He had hunted down a Hollow of intense power, one that even he could sense from a distance. 

Drawing close to this power, he soon realized he was out of his league. The being had sensed him and come running. It was massive, looking like an oversized bear of a man. Thrane couldn't escape this one easily. 

"So, little one... You come here seeking to feast upon me do you!? Well! I'll eat you instead!" The beast roared out, hitting Thrane with a powerful punch that sent him flying backwards. 

When Thrane finished skidding across the ground, he attempted to respond, slashing hard with his 'weapon' to no avail. 

"Well shi-" Thrane said before being smashed to the ground. Everything hurt, everything screamed in rage and pain, and once more he felt fear. 

"You're brave, but stupid..." The hollow said, reaching down to lift up Thrane. "I bet you will be exactly what I need..."

Thrane was faced with a choice now. He could die here, his tale would be over... Or he could put it all on the line... For a rumor. 

As Thrane was lifted up, the hollow laughed at him. Thrane reached up and grabbed the mask above his right eye. He yelled as he tore it, rending a huge section of his mask off at once, to the surprise of the hollow. 

The battle from this point was quick. His body was wrapped in light, and the glow changed from red to dark purple. When he landed, he had changed fully into an arrancar. His newly formed blade lashed out, ending the creature's life in a quick, decapitating strike. 

"Too early... Way too early..." He said as he started to walk away. "Now what?"

Since this time, he has been wandering, seeking to make his own way in his new form of life. 


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Sealed State

• Sealed Zanpakutô:

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• Racial Abilities: Thrane has the following:
• Regeneration: Thrane has quick regeneration, nearly instant in fact... But only towards minor wounds. His regeneration slows dramatically with more intense injuries. He can regenerate limbs, but it takes more time than a normal battle would allow (several hours). Major organs and his head cannot be regenerated. 

• Hierro: Thrane's flesh is hardened and very durible, able to withstand very punishing attacks with little to no damage done. Those attacks that do get through are usually made by beings far more powerful than Thrane. 

• Cero: Thrane fires his Cero from his mouth, mainly between the gap between his mask's mouth and his own. He is good with his cero, but far from perfect with it. 

• Sondio: While Thrane does have the ability to do this, he is still considered a level when it comes to the peak of this ability. He can use it enough to close gaps or surprise a foe, but little beyond that. 

• Perquisa: Thrane can sense Spirit Pressure, along the same level of skill as beings only just starting out can. He never trained or focused in this, using it to mainly hunt down the area of his meals. 

• Bala: He does not have the ability to use a Bala. 

• Unique Abilities: Manifestation and control over hallucinations: This power is only active on beings that have been injuried by Thrane, the type of injury has to physical and within the last hour. This includes, but is not limited to: A sword slash or stab that harms, a punch that deals damage, a damaging cero, a wounding kick, ect.

All of these abilities are controlled mentally, but it does have a range limit of 1/4 of a mile. If not in direct, physical contact, these hallunications are very limited. 

In his sealed form, the hallucinations are vaguely like what he is trying to convey. They will have many things wrong with them, all of which are quickly picked up on if you maintain a level head. Problems could be things like incorrect coloring, odd speech patterns, and things of that nature.

This ability improves if in Resereccion, granting him a finer degree of control, more of them, and in much, much greater detail. Though still not perfect, it is much better. Normal issues are minimized and most problems are corrected rather quickly, as long as he actively focuses on them.

If in physical contact while focusing on the hallucinations, he can make them quite vivid and intense, possibly to the point of mental scarring if the foes will power is weak. 

It should be noted that injuries sustained by these are not real. At all. He cannot trick all your senses like with hypnosis, but can make it look like you are wounded to those also under his power. The more people he has to maintain the hallucinations upon, the more difficult it can be. Those with average or weaker wills tend to be more quickly broken by his abilities.

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Resereccion

• Resereccion Name: Wraith

• Resereccion Release Phrase: Hunt, Wraith

• Release Actions: Thrane places the blade upon his left forearm, taking a deep breath and yelling out "Hunt, Wraith."

• Resereccion Appearance: Thrane's overall appearance changes very little. His weapon shifts from a sword to a bladed shield. A thin blade covers each side, down to the V at the base of kite shield. From the base extends a short sword, maybe half the lenght of his sealed blade. 

The shield has markings similar to the markings on his mask, only without the break.

Thrane's body does however go through a few changes. His armor plates extend across his chest and arms, going all the way to his waist and up to the bottom of his jaw.

He still has pants similar to that of the Soul Reapers, but his shoes and socks are gone. Instead, his feet are armored like the rest of him, and his toes have sharp claws, much like his hands.

His shield is attached to his arm, and cab only be removed by sealing his weapon back up, or cutting off his arm. While the limb will grow back, he has to grab back up and put on his shield. 

• Resereccion Abilities: His abilites with hallucinations is improved, giving him a finer degree of control over them. 

In this stage, physical contact can potentially strip away outside contact and trap someone within the recesses of their mind, if they lack will power to overcome it. 

Breaking of physical contact will end that, and it does require concentration to maintain. During this time, Thrane is defenseless.


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Roleplay Sample

• RP Sample: Thrane sat upon the edge of a large stone, his sword across his lap as he looked out into the world he called home. The blackness of the sky, the pure white lands before him, the lack of true life. 

"So many things out here could be better... We had peace for a short time once... Or so I was told..."

He picked up a small stone and tossed it into the air once. When it started to fall he closed his eyes, catching it and smiling to himself. 

A voice called from his side. "You there... So small but you have so much power..."

When Thrane looked, a trio of Hollows, probably adjuchas, stood near him. They did well at hiding their presence. 

Standing, he drew his sword and smiled at them. "You really don't to do this... It's not going to end well for you."

The leader slid forward. He looked a giant snake had a baby with a pile of marbles and a troll doll. "No, young one... You are the one who is going to have the bad end... We will feed on your power, griw strong and -- Arrrg! Son of a bitch!"

The creature was screaming as Thrane pulled his arm out of it's side. The attack was sudden and far faster than was ever expected of him. He started the first illusion and rushed towards the second of the Hollows. 

This one looked like an overgrown oxen with bat wings. It was powering up a cero to fire and Thrane sonido'd to one side, making it adjust its aim. 

When it fired, it found only air before slamming into it's friend. This one roared in pain, looking like a giant komoto dragon. Thrane stood on the back of the Oxen, blade in his right hand and thrusting it down between the plates of armor, finding the flesh under it and grinning. 

His eyes went wide and then started to glow as the creature flailed around for a moment. The whole world had shifted for this hollow. Thrane made it seem like had just slain his allies. 

It roared out in the real world, rushing the giant lizard with horns lowered. The lizard screamed in panic and then pain as it was impaled upon the horn. 

Meanwhile, the leader was staggering back up, eyes wide at the twisted landscape it saw. It wasn't as exact as the Oxen's, but was still warped. Trees and roots of twisted white were reaching for it, small skulls on the end, trying to bite at him. 

All of them were injured, enraged, and/or hallucinating badly. Grinning under his mask, he charged his cero, firing point blank into the back of the one he was on. The beam ripped through it and it was quickly dissolving away. 

The leader shrieked in terror as Thrane took over full control of the weak hallucination. The komoto dragon started to run, bleeding badly and trying to regenerate it's damaged organs. 

Landing next to the leader, he decided to simply end the game. A quick slash parted the top of it's head from the bottom, and simply walked away.

The injuried one wasn't going to be a problem any more. "If only they had listened to me... The poor fools. I could have helped them..."

With a sigh, he jumped into the air and sonido'd off into the distance. Life would be easier if the hollows started to work together, even if they only did it for a short time. 

"Oh well... Can't help them all..." He said, shaking his head as he moved through the air, his yellow eyes turning to the sky.