[Spirit Class 6] Azariel Dalizulaga

» Name: Azariel Dalizulaga
» Alias: None
» Age: ~100
» Gender: Male

» Association: Currently? No one. Not even himself.

» Estigma: His Mask Fragment is a bony frame that covers his forehead and cheeks, ending at his mouth with small fangs pointing down. Almost like the front of a dog's skull.
» Hollow Hole: On the front of his throat.
» Aspect of Death: Submission

» Appearance Written: Malnourished, worn out, ancient. Azariel appears thin to the point where his ribs can be seen pressing against his skin, with minimal musculature that betrays his capabilities. His hairline goes high, and his raven hair is tied in a wild ponytail with a single bang hovering over his face. A sharp, pointy beard grows out of his chin. His skin is pale with a faint, greenish tint.

He carries himself around in loose wear, exposing his top half and covering the rest of his lower area with white baggy pants and a white sash over his belly-plates. Both of his swords, the appearance of his Sealed Zanpakutō, are tied to his lower back.

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» Personality: Azariel’s formative years were marked by strict obedience to his father’s will. This has shaped him into someone who values serving others over developing his own agenda. He doesn’t have a very clear sense of self, because his entire existence has been about meeting someone else’s expectations – first and foremost his father’s, but also anyone with power who might give him direction. This makes him deeply loyal, but also susceptible to manipulation as he’ll often put others' desires ahead of his own needs in an attempt to gain approval or feel valued.

However, underneath his surface is an aching sense that something vital is missing from his life. Azariel feels a profound missing piece – perhaps it’s loneliness, stemming from the loss of both of his parents. The absence of these two key figures in his life leaves him desperate for a place where he belongs, especially since he’s left dealing with some sort of identity crisis. Azariel’s dual heritage – a human mother and an Arrancar father – leaves him feeling out of place in both the World of the Living and Hueco Mundo. Deep down, he knows he’s never fully belonged anywhere, and this fuels his internal struggles. His human side craves love, connection, and peace, while his Arrancar side is tied to power, survival, and indulgence. This internal conflict is a constant source of tension in his personality. On some level, he resents his father for pulling him away from his mother and forcing him into the harsh world of the Hollows. Yet, he also idolizes him, believing that his father’s teachings are the only things keeping him from falling apart.

He has a hard time expressing his emotions, often defaulting to quiet submission, but in moments of extreme stress or personal failure, he’s prone to emotional outbursts or a collapse into self-pity. He’s unsure of how to deal with his own feelings and often doesn’t even recognize them.

All in all, his father screwed up his upbringing from an altruistic standpoint. Though Azariel is a capable warrior thanks to his father’s training, he doesn’t take joy in combat. Fighting was something forced upon him by his father Dali, and while he’s learned to wield his powers effectively, it’s not something he does out of a sense of pride or enjoyment. He fights because it’s what’s expected of him, nothing more.

And yet, despite his grim upbringing and lack of moral guidance, Azariel has a strangely altruistic streak. He wants to help others and be useful, because it gives him a sense of purpose. This is partly driven by his own emotional void, as he believes that serving others or helping them in some way might give him the validation or fulfillment he craves- his Aspect expresses his desire to fill the hole in his heart by serving others. His drive to serve is almost childlike in its simplicity; he doesn’t question why he’s doing it, only that it feels necessary. However, as mentioned before, this makes him naïve and easily exploited, as he can be manipulated into doing things that don’t align with his own well-being or values.

» Likes: Animals (especially birds and dogs), Hiking, Workaholism

» Dislikes: Being scolded


» History:

Birth
Born into the Living Realm as the son of an Arrancar man and a human woman… was strange. A miracle, many would believe back then, but which turned out to be just as possible as humans having babies with each other. The father’s name was Dali, a proud and arrogant Arrancar, and he was not happy when he saw his newborn son enter the world… almost as if completely human. No mask, no fragment, no stigma, and no hole – just a normal, human baby…

Dali’s pride was shattered that day. It warped his relationship with the mother, and it looked like it’d spiral into chaos further down the line. Azariel didn't possess any Hollow-like powers, and as the quiet years passed by through his childhood, impatience drove his father rampant. It had to be the child’s lack of Hollow 'origin'. That was what Dali concluded one day, and while Azariel could not simply relive the life of a Hollow, he could experience them up close. This, paired with the growing threat of the Demonic that spread throughout the eastern hemisphere of the World of the Living, led Dali to take his young son with him to Hueco Mundo to help awaken his Hollow powers – leaving the poor mother behind to witness the growing threats in her world on her abandoned own.

And thus, the story continues… in Hueco Mundo.

You're A Hollow, Azariel
Dali had to plan this out thoroughly. An Arrancar born from a human female… it was likely that Azariel’s lack of a background as a Hollow could impede his development of Hollow-like abilities such as Cero, Hierro, Garganta or others. An idea came up as the two set foot on the grey sands of Hueco Mundo – simply introduce Azariel to the predatory Hollows that called this realm home, have him witness them in action… and his Reiatsu would respond to it. Definitely, if the young boy truly was the proud Arrancar’s son.

And many years were spent wandering around, with Azariel following his father’s footsteps as they fended off against any threats that came their way. The atmosphere of Hueco Mundo weighed heavily on his shoulders, and each Hollow slain by his father made his shoulders shiver. The bloody remains of the Hollows… his father demanded him to devour them. Hungry Hollows devoured slain members of their own race in order to empower their Hollow abilities, after all. His father figured that it'd aid Azariel's development too.

It was a slow, grim process, but Dali noticed the growth of Azariel's Reiatsu as he obediently devoured slain Hollow flesh. Results were pouring in, and a wrinkling of skin was forming on Azariel's throat. A wrinkling that slowly hollowed out, followed by a development of bone-like material covering his forehead and cheeks. Dali’s painful patience was starting to bear fruit – Azariel was finally beginning to look and feel like an Arrancar. And with the development of his Mask Fragment and the hole in his throat, his belly suddenly began to bulge out… as if some random object was growing out, until it burst out of his gut.

A pair of simple, short katanas. With the development of his Mask Fragment and his hole, Azariel’s Nucleus had finally gathered within the creation of his Zanpakutō. That wasn’t the only surprise on that day – the sight of his gut bursting open like that was shocking, to say the least. Dali thought for a moment that Azariel had gotten himself killed by his own blades… but when he saw the telltale signs of regeneration slowly patching his open belly up, the proud father couldn’t help but grin.

Azariel now possessed a Hollow Nucleus, sealed inside his Zanpakutō. It was a direct proof that his son had a link to his Hollow powers at last, and that not all hope was lost. His father could finally begin to train him properly.

Hear And Obey
It had been a good 15 years now since Azariel was brought into this world as a human child. After the birth of his Zanpakutō, Azariel could no longer be distinguished from any other Arrancar – not visually, at least. His father took notice that the general Hollow abilities didn't come naturally to him, that they had to be taught to him like a human teacher would teach a human child how to read and write. While it displeased the proud Arrancar father, Dali became a strict, thorough lecturer who expected nothing but the absolute amount of dedication from his son. And his son obeyed him without question.

Cero. Most Hollows that the two faced in the following years attacked them first and foremost with powerful rays of Reiatsu. Dali, strict as ever, saw to it that Azariel got hit just enough to learn how the reiatsu of such a powerful ability felt, but he’d make sure that the boy could survive the wounds and let his Regenerar patch him back together. Often, Azariel would lose a couple limbs or half of his fresh skin to the rays, a few times even being pushed towards the trajectory of the blast by his own father – all for the sake of conditioning the son to the Hollow powers and to strengthen his Regenerar.

Azariel never complained. The rays were painful and fierce, but despite the loss of flesh, blood and bone, he’d always regenerate himself back a few hours after his father made sure to slay the Hollows that targeted them. A few times, Azariel would lose as much as half his body’s mass, but he was under his father’s protection as he was allowed to heal without interruption for about a day… and then, he’d return to normal, resuming his grim training.

His Regenerar began to heal minor wounds on his skin immediately, but his father wouldn’t be satisfied with this immoral practice until Azariel decided to try and fire a Cero of his own to beat back the opposing Hollows that they met on their nomadic path. And it sure happened – wanting to satisfy his father’s wishes, Azariel raised a palm and began firing back, simply not allowing himself to act as a meat shield by colliding his Cero with the opposing ones. At first, he could prevent some weaker Hollows’ Ceros from reaching him like this, but overtime, his Cero began to overwhelm and overpower the young Hollows, even shooting through some of their bodies overtime.

"Do not disappoint me." Those were the most memorable words from his father.

Azariel felt a strange, eerie sensation whenever his hands touched his sealed Zanpakutō blades. He could feel the Nucleus inside of it, like a beating Hollow heart promising him even greater capabilities in the long run. His father taught him many other frequent Hollow abilities – Hierro was said to prove a must for Azariel, since it’d allow his Regenerar to work with less wounds during battle. By drawing his Zanpakutō blades for the first time, Azariel felt the pulsating pressure emit from them, aiding him in quickly picking up on how to strengthen the toughness of his skin with his own Reiatsu. He and his father would clash blades with each other on a daily basis to test out Azariel’s Hierro, and if he was able to maintain its toughness while attacking.

It should’ve been a skill that brought joy to him, since he now had a means to minimize the pain he’d been acclimated to as a byproduct of possessing Regenerar. But Azariel didn’t care about that – he heard his father’s words and obeyed them to the letter. His father’s words were absolute… but whenever they took a break during their travels, in the company of other friendlier or like-minded Arrancars within Hueco Mundo, Azariel would pick up flat stones and try to carve a picture of his mother’s face. He… didn’t remember it in detail, but he tried his best.

His father reprimanded him once, and Azariel never tried it again. Focus on mastering all of his Hollow prowess, that was the only thing he was told to do.

Demons
Azariel's 'pilgrimage' through Hueco Mundo alongside his father continued, calming down over the years as Azariel proved to pick up more and more of his father's teachings. The more he learned, the stronger his Hollow Nucleus beat within his Zanpakutō, and his Reiatsu approached his father's level at a satisfying rate. His father hadn't had the best beginning concerning his relationship with his son, but he was proud now. He'd even taught him how to 'blitz' his body forward in sudden bursts of accelerated speed, using a movement technique called Sonido. Now, their travels proceeded much faster, since Azariel could finally catch up to his father's speed…

It was clear that his father loved Azariel's achievements, and just that. But Azariel was happy to be the son his father wanted… then, they appeared. Their filthy feet landing on Hueco Mundo's sandy soil.

Their arrival, and the creation of the Shadow Fall, proved troublesome for the Arrancars that called Hueco Mundo their home, as this new force encroached and claimed land for their own. Many Hollows joined their forces overtime, but Azariel’s father would rather die than be subservient to another. He and many other Arrancars retaliated against the invading forces, coating the sands of Hueco Mundo with their blood as a massive war seemed to taint the canvas that was the grey landscape. Azariel, no longer a child to be protected constantly by his 'overbearing' father, joined the efforts in slaying the invading Demons and freeing Hueco Mundo's soil from Shadow Fall's influence. His Regenerar proved handy, allowing him to survive most battles even if he were to endure damage from foes or clumsy friends. His Ceros grew stronger and a bit more diverse in applications as began to experiment with Bala, and during a particularly heavy resistance, his father showed him how to sacrifice blood in order to perform a super-powered version called Gran Rey Cero – the two of them would often line theirs up together, generating a fused, powerful blast that could mow through large groups of repulsive, insignificant invaders. These Demons had no place in Hueco Mundo.

It was during the heat of battle that his Resurrección emerged as well. Usually, a Resurrección represented a reversion of the Arrancar to a form reminiscent of their past as Hollows in order to summon great power from their Nucleus, but Azariel was born an Arrancar from a human mother. As if drawing from his hidden, inner human side, his Resurrección gathered a glob of gas around his legs to make him look like a ghost from cartoons back in the World of the Living, and his Zanpakutō had transformed into a mere bow and arrow, large but practical, wherein he gathered his Reiatsu and fired empowered arrows the enemy. Not only did the bow and arrows grant him long-range coverage, but the bow itself was tough and sturdy, saturated with his Reiatsu and capable of greater things.

However, as quickly as the battles fulfilled Azariel's desire to be of use to his father in full, it wrenched his heart just as quickly… when his father was slain.

Without even getting the moment to exchange last words with his son, the father was slain by Shadow Fall members during another fierce battle. It tore Azariel’s world apart… he wasn’t ready to part with his father yet – he still had to… do something. Sure, he had most of the skills down now. He could confidently call himself an Arrancar, but… what was he supposed to do now? His father had led the two all these years, and he knew what he was doing – without him around, who would Azariel now follow? Himself? It didn't feel right…

It was as if his Hollow Hole grew larger with that loss. His father had made him the warrior he was now. he knew what was right for Azariel, right? All the Arrancar now knew was that his father wanted him to grow stronger, and in an attempt to further fulfill his late father's demands, he began gathering even more of his Hollow prowess into each arrow he shot at the Shadow Fall members. Some of his arrows were much harder to defend against now, and a few even began to flare up and explode as if charged with the power of Cero itself. Azariel's expansion upon his Resurrección, channeled with his growing Hollow Nucleus, helped him avenge his father's death to some degree… but when the blood was spilled, and silence rose over the red sands, Azariel was left to panic in his thoughts.

What now? If his father was gone, then Azariel would… wither away. Not knowing where to go next. He panicked, contemplating on whether to visit the World of the Living to meet his mother again. Ultimately, it was the first choice he ever made on his own in his whole life – back to his home. Away from the conflict he was once part of. Back to the small home he lived in back when he felt Human…

The Son of No One
His mother had died a few decades ago. It took a while to find his old home again, but now… he felt truly alone. She could’ve put his life back on track again. She could’ve told him what to do now… mum knew best, didn’t she? But what did he expect, since he was taken away from her so many years ago? Did he abandon her? Was it his father’s fault? Was it his own fault?

Being so alone in this world, even after the math of the invading forces from parts unknown… killed his ego even further, causing his Hollow Hole to ache. Azariel fled his old home in tears, spending the following time simply doing what he can. For others. All attempts to fill the hole in his throat, so he could one day feel Human again… even though it didn’t show any signs of closing in.

The world had changed a lot, calming down after the embers of World War 4 ebbed away. Great powers and organizations had placed their roots out there in an attempt to resuscitate the world and tip the balance of power in all sorts of directions. To be of use to those with power… sounded like a sliver of hope in his life.


» Natural Abilities:

Acrobat:
Azariel isn't the most muscular Arrancar out there. However, he's a surprisingly agile acrobat. He can leap and flip around the battlefield with high flexibility, less relying on muscle and more relying on his agility and precision.

Dual-Bladed Sworsdmanship:
Due to the nature of his Zanpakutō, Azariel is proficient with wielding its Sealed form as twin blades, capable of fending against enemies with his swordsmanship. Due to his physical frame, he leans more on swift, tricky hits-and-runs, making sure not to spend too much time in close-range to his enemies.


» Racial Abilities:

Garganta:
Azariel can tear a black rift through space to open up Garganta, either with his hand or his blades, by which he can travel between Hueco Mundo and the Living Realm.

Hierro:
By condensing his Reiryoku within his skin, Azariel can harden it and make it tough as steel, allowing him to reduce oncoming damage and even prevent limbs from being severed easily. An ability he picked up from fighting Hollows in Hueco Mundo as he was trained by his father.

Regenerar:
It is unknown when and how this decision was made within his genetic makeup, since he's never been a Hollow to begin with, but the moment his Hollow Nucleos manifested, Azariel was granted the power of Regenerar - the high-speed regeneration that Hollows showcase, which Arrancars evolved from Hollows can choose to abandon in exchange for even greater power. While he can't regenerate vital organs in the heat of battle, he's proven himself quite stubborn to take down, letting cuts, bruises, and piercings regenerate the moment they're dealt. A decapitated arm or leg can regrow if he's given enough time to concentrate.

Sonido:
Azariel can utilize Sonido with ease, being capable of traveling around with it or veil his presence for brief moments in combat. Beyond that, his Sonido shows no unique characteristics distinguishable from other Arrancars.

Cero:
Azariel is able to condense his Reiryoku and fire it off as a large beam, a trademark skill of Hollows and Arrancars. Usually, he fires it off from his palm, but he can also fire a Cero from his maw or feet. Azariel has also shown to be able to swing his firing palm to wipe the Cero beam across a wider area. Bala is arguably his favorite utilization of Cero up until now, also proving to receive most of his creative capabilities.

• Cero Estilete: As an alternative, instead of unleashing a large, destructive ray of Reiryoku, Azariel can also condense it into a much smaller shape and fires it off as a fist-sized or even finger-sized ray. By condensing it, its piercing prowess is improved, and the condensed power can make it much more difficult to tank than an ordinary Cero, not to mention its faster travel speed with its smaller size. Simple but effective.
  
  
• Gran Rey Cero: His greatest feat is the utilization of a light-green Gran Rey Cero, the last thing his father taught him before passing away. It proves very handy in combination with his Regenerar, allowing Azariel to be more reckless with how much blood he sacrifices to fire it off.
  
  
• Bala Ráfaga:
  A variation of Bala. Azariel manifests a Bala in each hand, then fires off a volley of Bala forward by continuously manifesting Balas in each hand after firing off the last ones. In quick succession, Azariel can cover a wide range in front of him in the volley of Balas, making it difficult to avoid getting hit. However, each of these Balas is still a weaker, smaller orb of reiryoku compared to a Cero, and manifesting this many also lowers the individual power of these orbs. Their purpose is more to distract than deal lasting damage.
  
  
• Bala Filo:
  The reiryoku used to manifest a Bala is instead encapsuling himself as a veil of aura, and any contact with the veil (physical or energy-based such as Kidō, Cero etc.) causes it to detonate as a small explosion and injure both parties. The only reason Azariel developed this self-harming variation is because of his Regenerar. The veil disappears upon blowing up, and it can't be stacked if left untouched. Once the veil disappears, it takes 3 posts before Azariel can apply a new veil on himself.
  Azariel can also utilize Bala Filo to envelop his Sealed Zanpakutō with it. Contact with the Sealed Zanpakutō with this veil will cause the veil to release a small explosion in the same manner, and with the same cooldown.
  
  
• Bala Centinela:
  Firing off one Bala, Azariel can cause it to lock onto the Reiatsu of one target caught within his direct field of vision. Once a target has been chosen and is within his visual field, the Bala will then home in on this Reiatsu signature - however, the target can utilize moves that exert their Reiatsu over a wider area such as energy-based attacks, confusing the homing Bala and causing it to detonate prematurely. He can only fire off one such Bala per post, and a cooldown of 2 posts is needed afterwards.

» Zanpakutō Name: Fantasma

» Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: A pair of short, straight katanas with simple, square guards and tucked away in black sheaths on his lower back.

» Sealed Zanpakutō Power: The blades themselves are pretty effective in the hands of a dual-wielding warrior like Azariel. However, beyond their sharpness and light weight, they offer no specific Sealed Power.


» Resurrección Release Phrase: Breathe, Fantasma.

» Resurrección Release Action: Azariel grinds the two Sealed swords together, generating sparks as he calls his Zanpakutō's name, which causes a green gust of Reiatsu to swirl around him and veil his release.

» Resurrección Appearance: Emerging from the green gust, Azariel's lower body becomes foggy as a withering glob of gas hides his legs, making him look like a classical ghost. His Zanpakutō blades have fused and become one - transforming into a grey, fierce bow that quickly grows and drops an appendage, this becoming a sharp, deadly arrow. The bow's sight window is shaped like the open maws of a hound.

Resurrección Bow:

» Resurrección Abilities: Gathering his Reiatsu within the bow allows Azariel to fire arrows with immense power and high speed, attacking his foes from a long range and with enough force to create craters in his wake. The bow can produce a multitude of extra arrows to maintain his arsenal.

A rather simple Release at first sight, the arrows are straightforward but destructive in their own right. By gathering his Reiatsu within his bow, then channeling it into the arrow, it can be shot with great force and precision.

Initially, the arrows did just that. After his father's death, however, Azariel became capable of imbuing each arrow with additional amounts of his Reiatsu to gain a special effect, inheriting a specific property based on what Hollow prowess he channels into it. An arrow can only possess one Hollow property, which is listed below. Each of the listed special-property arrows can only be fired once per post, and he can shoot max 2 different special-property arrows per post as well:

• Titanio: By channeling the power of Hierro through the arrow, Azariel makes it even tougher and sharper than before. An arrow of this caliber can penetrate defensive walls of Reiatsu much easier.
  
  
• Fósforo: The arrow's form bursts with flares of Reiatsu before Azariel shoots it, watching the arrow fly faster thanks to jets of Reiatsu escaping its tail from the power of Cero imbued deep within it. On impact, the arrow explodes, easily creating an arena-sized crater from the Cero blast that bursts from it.
  
  
• Neón: Akin to his Bala Centinela, Azariel channels the power of such a Bala through the arrow, which makes it able to home in on a single target that is locked on via being caught in the sight window as Azariel fires, making it much harder to evade its piercing strike unless using strong or large obstacles to guard against it. Much less destructive than Fósforo, but arguably harder to evade.

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General Attributes
» Durability: C
» Speed: D
» Strength: D
» Soul: B

Will Skills
» Willpower: Adept
» Deduction: Beginner
» Focus: Adept

Arrancar Skills
» Cero: Advanced
» Nucleo: Adept
» Regenerar: Adept
» Sonido: Beginner


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» Character Intent:
I imagine Azariel as a character who is able to aid and help a lot of people, but who struggles greatly with helping himself. A naïve guy with plenty of potential, but who's held back by his internal struggles. Potentially, I'd like to lead him down a path of self-reflection, clash against the ideals of servitude that he's had for so long, and attempt to become more Human again thus leading to the filling of his Hollow Hole. I also see him as someone who's held back mentally much more than physically.