Damien Crow [APPROVED, 1-4, HAZARD RANK B]

Childhood: Damien was born without a name and was considered a gifted child from a young age he picked up a sword. Though it was only a toy, the boy knew what he wanted from a young age. His father was someone he never really met, he simply was left with his mother. Whom didn't want a child like him, he frightened her. Though Damien only seemed to love his mother, saving her from a rape when he was still but a boy. At this moment she beat him and abused him as a child, but he was strong and sturdy. Damien was taken by a Swordsman, the man had no formal name. But Damien hadn't been named just ugly child was all his mother ever called him. His new teacher named him Damien. It was in the first days of training his sword skills became evident to the teacher.

It wasn't hard to tell the boy had skills, he was able to swing a sword and divide small mountains with a single slash. This was when his master decided to train him as a master. He no longer was training a student, this was a master and he would show this boy brutality that almost no one else would know. As a general rule, he had an extremely heavy amount of weight put on limbs, his right arm mostly. It was so the arm was stronger, truth be told it was worn up till his years as a teenager. So the muscles within his arm are very strong. His master wanted to balance out the power of both arms, but this didn't happen due to the loss of one. The master furthered the training taking away the boy's eyes for a year, then his hearing. He would have these senses blocked by spells so they wouldn't work at all. His sense of smell was also taken out of action, his senses got super training. Still, at a young age, his master threw him off a mountain ordering him to climb up.

This, of course, happened while he wore a pair of weights on his legs and body, they weighted in at tons, not simple amounts. His body has been trained to be an absolute monster of a weapon. The master would attack him viciously so the boy would be ready to fight at all times. He obtained his Zanpakutō and formed a bond with the spirit through the two spoke often. He never did inquire about the spirit that often or his sword's powers. He simply trained himself, the sensei decided to test his student further. He had him go face another master to see if the child was strong enough, soon this master found the boy to be impressive, but wounded him to the point of near-death. His injuries left no scars on his body as his sensei was a fine healer. However, at this young age, he did something that no one else had. He beat Sword Master using only his left hand, without using his right at all. His master decided to begin training his spiritual pressure.

His pressure was low and the perfect way to train control was waterfall training, it was a special art. But here was the interesting part about these falls inside them were fish that would kill someone if they fell on them. The only way to stop the falls was to use one's spiritual pressure as a means to push it backward. Hold it firmly, the first couple days he had almost died a couple of times. But it was later he showed his control, pushing the entire fall backward. This perfect control over his spiritual pressure is something that made him into a man. His master did something cruel on many days for a child to go through, he made him wear several tons of weights as he walked and shopped for him. It was common things that were done to him soon enough, he was attacked by people daily. Damien's teacher soon was beginning to wonder about the boys training under him and made a choice. He would send the child out into the world for one hundred years, just to see how he progressed.

Damien's journey was something of fun and interest, as a boy, he studied the sword and the arts of it. Learning about them further and practicing for days on end. He'd shown an amazing endurance and pain threshold that most people never discover. He got stabbed eight times by a man with a spear as a boy and kept fighting. This little fight almost cost him his life yet again, the child suffered several defeats growing up. Many powerful warriors were out there, yet he couldn't seem to win. He was taken off guard by Kidō and spells like that. on his third defeat, he made a choice, that no matter what he wouldn't accept a single loss ever again. He went back and took the weights he wore off and fought again. The amount of weight he was wearing as but a child was along the lines of eighteen tons, once removed. The boy's strength became clear for his enemies that won the first fights. He defeated the spear user in under ten seconds. Destroying the man with his speed and power.

The others fell much the same, it was around now he understood the lesson his master wished him to learn. That as a warrior he must grow in body and mind to understand things. His spiritual pressure was great but could have been more. So Damien decided to go and train for as long as it took. He developed moves that are still used by him to this day as an adult. The first thing he made was a move to deal with many enemies at once, the name not be said. However, the move allowed him to overwhelm them with his spiritual pressure as a weapon. He'd knocked out a small group of people with it. Ten yards were hi-limit as a child, another was hardening. Something he designed to absorb impacts from weapons. His intuition and skills began showing more and more when dealing with enemies. He could predict them just by watching if he saw something enough he could copy it without any flaws to it. Or make variations of it, to say the least, his one hundred year journey was getting close to its closing days.

The Mountain he trained on was within South Rukongai and was where he would return now from East, it wasn't long before the boy had made a reputation on his way back. The child knew so little about time and the world around him, he paid it no mind. But it was believed he was equal to a Captain's pressure as a boy. The power held was said to make an easy choice for positions of power by many of the organizations at the time. He began to climb up the mountain again, his amount of weight has gone up by twelve tons. The boy would be losing these weights and beginning real sword training when he returned to his master. His master had planned this entire journey to build on to his student, to show him the fields of fighting so he may understand the way the world works. His Master attacked him without mercy when he arrived, the boy was keeping up and dodging despite still wearing his weight. Though the master was holding back simply to test his student's progress. The results of his plan seemed to of gone smoothly.

The real training was about to begin, the master had the boy remove the weight which easily broke the entire ground he stood on. The child was heavy but now became light, the body and mind were ready for each. The training first brought the lesson of pain, he would be stabbed in each point of his body over the next couple days. Understanding the pain and trying to get his muscles and reflexes to act when they should. It only took three before the boy's body understand began to counter the blade with sheer muscle control. Teaching him to be graceful and yet deadly, he was attempting to pass on to his student a perfect fighting style that never needed adapting. But the boy's style was fierce, his master acknowledged it very quickly. Find his style overtaken by it sometimes. This was common for those at the bottom to hear swords going on for days. He and his masters would spend days fighting and training, it was a way of life. Weighted training was done, the muscles and mind were caught up finally.

To say his knowledge as a child was based strongly on fighting wouldn't be a lie. His master soon learned of another gift the boy had, he could inspire others and would easily bring people around him. He had a natural talent that most people didn't have anymore. This was something he hadn't seen before, so the Master informed others he knew. The training that as about to begin would be the toughest for the boy. He began fighting multiple enemies at once, dealing with several sword masters all at once. His great strength and speed were something that took most of his enemies off guard. The boy only appeared to be around the age of six or seven when most looked at him. He'd learned ho to use his shunpo in active combat, but refused to perform Kidō. Claiming that no matter how well rounded a warrior becomes, Kidō was something he wouldn't go near unless it was an absolute need. Thankfully for him, it appeared to not be as desperately needed as his master first thought.

Several wars were taking part at the moment, mostly small village disputes. The Master sent the child to settle one, to which the boy walked into the ton glancing over the situations lowly, learning that some Quincy were causing the problems. The boy went and handled the matter, the Quincy was overtaken by the small boy. They managed to hit him and wound him, but they simply couldn't kill him. At the end of the day, he slaughtered them without losing his own life. However, he was young yet. And his years of knowledge and experience were going to pay off soon enough. His master devised a new weight for him to wear, this one would link not to him but his spiritual pressure. It would promise growth and show him away to the future as he was seeking. The boy couldn't help but agree, soon the objects were placed on his wrists and a release command was given to him. This command would only work however if the boy was in need or the time was right. Which would be many hundreds of years later.

Pre-Teen to Teenager:

The years flew by as the time got away, for the years that passed the boy wore those new cuffs his master had ordered him too. Now he was able to defeat the masters while wearing them, the key to moving around with them on was simply the user must be at full power at all times. Even to move their fingers, it was rough training that could have gone wrong in so many ways. His training under his master was done, now came the true training of a man. He was going to be sent out as a master to do things on his own. It was time for him to set out and become a man, this was part of the journey he needed to complete. The man had already done such great things that he had earned the rank of a Master swordsman at a young age. He went to East Rukongai to quell the wars going on in that region. Maybe this was simply his interest, but his first act was to put down the wars that bothered him so much as a boy. He was ready to guide the people into a brighter future then what they had now.

Upon arrival at the war, he would face one of his biggest challenges and the reason he lost his left arm to this day. When he began his journey now, he arrived at the scene of a bloody battlefield that had certainly been going on for a while. Using his power he put over Fifty thousand men down in an instant, the war had just changed favor now. He'd stepped in for the side that had women and children fighting grown violent men. They would later retreat tow hat is no known as the Zaraki district. However that's something he would rather forget about, his arrival prompted the enemy to retreat. He wasn't done here though, this was just the beginning. He began teaching what would become the Crow clan at this spot, showing them his knowledge as a warrior. Letting them understand the power and what it meant to have such powers before their time. They were being shown pieces, not the full training for his reasons.

He didn't believe they could handle it as simple farmers and people who were just starting. Those people did come back with a leader, later on, this man would be his worst challenge. The first time he would use Bankai in his life, he made such a terrible mistake. Damien always didn't understand the meaning of waiting and trying to figure things out. After this mess he did learn, the man's name was Kazuma. He was a brutal man who fought without mercy, by today's area he would of pry given most of the powerful warriors a run for their money. But the battle didn't beak out just yet. Kazuma tried to reason with him that warriors shouldn't fight for such pathetic people. He was quickly proven wrong, however. The training that Damien gave the four allowed them to defeat fifty people with relative ease. Sure they weren't at his level, but Damien lived this so why would people doing it like a hobby get better. Kazuma's forces came in and the war began again. He used the move again which knocked out the same number as last time.

He let his ego get in his way for the first time in his life, he was trying to play with an enemy. Not taking him seriously as he fought against the man. Using his powers to play around, never expecting that Kazuma was better then he let on when Kazuma used his bankai that's when it happened. You see Kazuma was able to create such power slicing waves of air that Damien had dropped his guard. He'd been arrogant and naive to think so, he'd thought himself the best in the world. He lost his arm this day and his arm being gone he didn't scream in agony. He simply lost the smile he wore, tying his clothing around the lost appendage. He released his bankai, the first time he'd ever done it. The losses on both sides were so high that almost no human event was close to the numbers. It as both sides, all because of Damien's brashness and over belief in his skills. His bankai killed so many people, including Kazuma. But this part had taken him so far from what he truly believed in.

Damien was almost ready to cry at the loss of life, his first lesson he learned was to kill them. Don't play god, you are not meant for such a thing. His mind quickly changed and he made a child among the Crows, the boy long since died but passed on the watered-down gift of the Dragon's Eye. Their version was so weak compared to his that it fit. He hadn't planned to start a clan but decided he would use them and continue this warpath. He wouldn't earn himself a scar again for many years, the next one being his eye. He didn't act cocky anymore, he had such a nature to him that was experienced. The loss of his left arm didn't weaken him, no if anything it made him stronger and more dangerous. His spiritual pressure had increased greatly by this time point, the young teen had made a great impact on the lands of the east. He was planning a trip to the North Rukongai now, his power and might here be on display. He never accepted a bride or wife for this clan, leaving know true female heirs. He mated with those he saw fit and left children to take the clan where it needed to be.

Two sons were his only gift, he taught them everything they needed to know. And had the others train them, he didn't make any laws for the clan except it's known that the Branch and Main House were not his ideas, the Crows were a single being that waged war against the unjust. And more savages lead by the brutal Meng of North were causing problems. This next scar wouldn't be out of any problems, just a skilled enemy. The one whom he did use his bankai on, this time far more wisely then last time. Damien's wisdom had gone up several times over compared to what he once was. When he went to the field he came out alone and dealt the damage, he took out one hundred thousand men in an instant with that power. Many people called him the true ruler of the Rukongai because he was so hard to stand up against. The numbers were so vast these days that such armies fought for control.

He and Meng began the epic duel away from others as their swords clashed and steel began to send out. The armies went at it, the Crow's with the advantage within numbers. His guiding hand seemed to be giving them the edge most of the time. It was believed that he could have taken them out without even trying. His powers over such things made him dangerous, despite the loss of his arm even Meng had begun to realize the gap. What if the fight continued he would lose, the only injury he inflicted on Damien was three cuts down his left eye, looking like a claw. Which was the man's shikai after all, the teen was fighting fiercely and finally noticed they were alone? He'd been facing the bankai of Meng and not even bothered using his shikai. He released his bankai quickly ending the duel with the other. He began to realize that his sword was dangerous in so many ways. He decided that using it too often would be dangerous for those around him, his skills were sharp enough to not use it.

His men were so inspired by the defeat, the North War ended without any bad endings. He simply grinned this time he got wounded those scars were nothing but things gained from his life as he began to grow as a man. He had a deeper understanding of his masters lessons, his master had gotten him ready for such a thing. The last battle he would have would be removing the Quincy that were in the West. But he decided to wait this time and study his enemy, getting him ready was simply the goal he had for the most part. The man's eyes looked on at the future ahead deciding if it would be one they could grasp firmly or not would be decided by the next battle. He drank some sake and got himself ready, meditating and speaking with his sword now. The Zanpakutō had been a major part of his life, the close friend he always needed. Before his training ended he understood his swords shikai and bankai. But didn't have the nature needed to use it in situations when fighting with others. His experience was the only thing missing, he may have seemed fierce but he lacked this piece.

Once this piece was gotten the boy had become a fine warrior, the last time he would ever use his bankai again was against a pureblood Quincy. His bankai hasn't been used since that day, the man came in and killed all but his two sons of the Crow clan. Finding him sitting in chambers and his children sent far away to grow and become men. He released his bankai killing the last Quincy in the area, the Pure Blood fell without much effort giving him an easy kill. The man was so confused by his sword that he almost died in the very beginning. He'd gained the experience needed to be a warrior. His journey into adulthood was almost complete, simply one task remained. Building his clan and training them.

This task would take him a while, building a training his clan. After destroying all those Quincy, he'd been given several nicknames his legend was known as the man who makes armies tremble in fear. He didn't care about such things anymore, the big-headed boy that once walked to the field feeling as though a God among men. I had since learned that he was simply a man, a man who had a cause to fight for. His cause was peace and justice for now, but he wouldn't follow those he saw trying to use him. The Crow clan was getting political and he decided to pack his things and go in the middle of the night. The Head of the Crow clan left, leaving behind a legacy that was something most people would never really see again. Freeing these people from suffering and leaving them and his sons to make the future for themselves, he never dreamed they would ruin their chances and become such poor excuses for family. He'd decided to stay out of the fights the clan had gotten itself into, watching from the sidelines with some amusement. His boys were waging war on each other now, a father couldn't have been more disappointed in his children. Spending his time observing them he decided perhaps it was time to move on.

Adulthood

Leaving behind his children and the Crows he began a journey of discovery, he learned the Soul Society a place was the realm they lived in. It was ruled by a people known as the Gotei 13, they were quite knowledgeable people. He'd run into Shunsui Kyoraku before the two shared drinks and sometimes spoke about secret womanizing moves. He made a friend in the man in his opinion, Shunsui was a smart and educated man whom he took a liking too upon meeting. Shunsui Kyoraku was one who helped him understand the world they lived in better. Shunsui told him once that he'd met many capable men and someday if he wanted, that the man could become a Captain. He simply told his friend that perhaps another time, he was still enjoying the time away from the family. Besides, it wasn't his time yet, the next generation needed to prove their metal after all. Old men like him would just be in the way of the kids trying to get their feet wet in this crazy world.

He didn't know what people wanted him for, he'd been a fine warrior yes and had become a man around Shunsui Kyorakus age now. But this was simply the age he fell into, he knew Shunsui himself respected the talents he had. which was compliment honestly to him. He respected the man's gifts and talents above everyone he'd met, the man was superior even to his teacher. Though something told him, he'd long since overcome his master. But his journey needed more under its belt and he couldn't explain what he was looking for. He was crying for the moon, it meant simply wanting something but not knowing what it was yet. Perhaps it was something that escaped him at the moment as a man and warrior. He rubbed at his chin for what seemed days thinking about it, getting drunk every night and having parties while he began to ponder the missing piece in his life. No matter what he seemed to think about, it felt like something was missing from his rather lengthy life. He'd never really understood one thing his time alive, that subject eluded him.

Love was what it was, but what did one do about such a thing. He slept with multiple women daily so it wasn't as though those needs weren't being met, he was beginning. He'd never really understood love, so perhaps seeking his originally family down. To which he got nowhere really, the man couldn't locate any leads on them. They were simply a mystery in ways that he couldn't define with words, his training had long since been completed. Nothing new for the old dog to learn yet, this world was a strangle place as it was. He wondered what Akagami thought on these matters. But decided he knew what he would do now, making a choice that would affect his life for the long term and short term for the next several hundred years. He decided to go to the South again and train. The Rukongai was so big compared to what he knew of the land, his teacher never did educate him on the basic things that were important like maps and so on.

He arrived at the place, going up the mountain where his master once trained. The region wasn't taken care of. But his master had passed away a long time ago, so now it was just an unkempt house atop a mountain. He began cleaning and taking care of it, he was doing something peaceful and enjoyable. His time up here was fond memories of the days as a youth were things seemed so easy. He began training again, for what was hard to say. He began to train without pushing the water up, using his energy to protect only his body and not push up the waterfall. This time he was fine-tuning his craft, becoming a hermit almost just to become a better swordsman. What came of this was knowledge and experience, he began studying strategy and becoming quite well learned by even some of the brightest minds. He understood people and the way the mind worked so much better after studying the people. Beginning to read and write, so his skills would improve. The training was almost like a practice for him.

It wasn't just training the body, the mind was getting the needed training it so much deserved. He heard that his Friend Kyoraku had to deal with a man named Sosuke Aizen, the two discussed what happened and the outcome. He said he wasn't aware such things happened in the Gotei 13 of course, because he never knew of such skills. He'd pondered how a battle with Aizen would of went, considering he never saw the required release spoken of by his friend. Perhaps he could have taken the male with his Bankai out, but he was so much like his friend here. Using his Zanpakutō was something he avoided if at all possible. These events seemed to be so horrible these days, something needed to be done. But what was it people could do when they encountered such problems. But perhaps friendship was the answer, he heard about the many exploits of the Ichigo Kurosaki. The man showed great character and depth, he respected this of the man. Despite Shunsui's and his drinking sessions.

Time was getting closer, he decided he did enough training here. and went into Hueco Mundo to train for his life for a while. Going there was one thing most people didn't do, he had a door opened and walked in. No one is sure why, but he went in and was attacked upon arrival. He killed hundreds of hollows going through the Forest of Menos, the numbers were said to be well over hundreds. He wasn't one to hide his presence or try anything like that. He was not on a rampage, simply here to learn what was out there. He walked straight through killing most people that he encountered trying to kill him. This was the way his journey had been. He would spend several years just wandering around the Hueco Mundo, doing nothing really but fighting and training like hollows do. He wanted that vicious nature, the nature of an enemy who came down on him with a desire to eat him and grow. This was his choice, he was going to train and face this enemy head-on for the future that was going to come.

Soon he would return, he'd defeated several Arrancar and other creatures, that people may not of known the names of just yet. But they seemingly hollowed, nothing more than that. He finished what he claimed to be the final journey deciding his last would be a visit with the Iramasha. He wanted to see the angelic and hollow beings that were near the Soul Society. So he left the realm of the Menos and began to train in the other world, he was enjoying the knowledge and learning he obtained from this. The world was such a big place, many people were so strong. He didn't even know about it, but this made it interesting. Was he a small fish in this pond, perhaps a big one. It was something the was very interested in learning about, he studied with some of the best. Becoming so well rounded as a strategist that people were surprised the boy was such a wild card. His power to see through illusions and the gifts he'd picked up all came to a single point in his life. It was almost time for him to move on again.

Completing his study of the Iramasha, he decided to go to the Human world for a while. Studying the humans whom he knew little about, they were such squishy people. His first day there someone tried to be a mugger and take his objects, it was such a weird race. The man tried to swing a small dagger around like he was big with it. He easily beat the man but this wasn't the point, humans seemed to be so strange and different that most people wouldn't have imagined such an interesting race. They were so fragile, yet deep within they learned so quickly. Such a quick learning rate was impressive, he wished he could have learned that fast as a boy. He would have to talk to his friend Kyoraku and ask him about his thoughts sometimes on these humans. They were such amazing creatures in their own right. He wondered if any of them had gotten to a level of where they could defeat hollows and people. He saw many fantastic things while here, it was like Christmas for him when he was there.

He completed his goal now it was time for one last thing, he went home having a long conversation with the friend Shunsui Kyoraku. A man he built a friendship with, Shunsui wasn't the type to put people out in the open. He told him of his travels and the amazing things he saw, he believed this world was such a big place. The laws and codes of it must have been just as big and vast. Shunsui seemed relieved the man had enjoyed his journey, almost smiling and enjoying listening to a child discuss his thoughts about something. This journey to discover the races was most amusing, the Iramasha were some of the most impressive creatures he'd ever seen, to say they were angelic wasn't able to even do them justice. But his time of traveling was almost at its final stage, he was going to have to decide on something. He told Shunsui he wasn't sure if he was able to be a good Captain finally, saying that people should have a teacher whom they communicate with. Not someone who knows so little about this land.

What happens next is really up to the coin almost, Damien is likely to do whatever he feels is correct. Training could be it, he could join some powerful organization now and become the running man for his own if he decided. He only had one friend in this world thus far and his name was Kyoraku Shunsui a man with eyes that saw the justice of this world. Able to do things that he never could explain, he was surprised such a man took a job as a Captain. However, he'd heard of the new age people and began pondering his friends old rambling more. It was truly something for a friendship like this one to last so long, he thought Akagami would be his friend alone. He'd distracted himself from love for the most part now, deciding it would find him when the time was right. Of course, he longed for it as all people do. This was simply the way this world worked. Time and training were the keys to a happy and long life, bringing peace and joy to those who wanted it most. Only time will tell the results of his choices.

Upon leaving the Gotei for personal business. Damien went on a trip to see his Master. His master on his death bad did something. Locking up Damien's zanpakuto and the powers he considered his previously. Making Damien unable to wield what he thought was his sword. Explaining that all this time his powers were trapped inside. That he would need to train himself all over again just to accomplish anything. Not heartbroken that he'd lost something. He merely gave a grin and told his teacher. He would return to the Gotei because they had enemies he could fight. And kids he could teach like his mentor did to him.