Urufu Azathoth

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B A S I C ; ; I N F O R M A T I O N

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Name: Urufu Azathoth
Gender: Male
Age: 17
The Host Race: Human

Appearance: Urufu usually wears a white cloak with two blood red crosses on either side of his body. He has blond hair, is roughly 5'7, and weighs 160 pounds. He has a long scar running up from his left elbow to his shoulder. His fingernails are longer then average, and resemble claws, as well do his toenails, which are clearly visible because he wears no shoes. The tips and outlines of both are stained with blood permanently. The bottom of his black cargo pants are frayed, as well as the cuffs of his sleeves. He wears a pure silver cross on a necklace, from his days with the Vatican. Old habits die hard.

His muscles, though not very large, are incredibly dense, giving him a lean appearance. Those not used to seeing someone like that would instantly deem him weak, right before a powerful punch from the "weak" arms of the "weak" boy broke their face. His clearly Caucasian skin makes him stand out in Japan, though not by much. What truly makes him stand out is his Cloak, as stated earlier. His blond hair is slightly long, but stands in chaotic, lazy spikes that seem to fall where they please, slightly resembling Cloud Strife, minus the large forespike. He has violet eyes, a trait slightly odd. When he was born, they were a soft blue, but over time, as his eating habits changed, so did his eye color. After all, red and blue make purple.

Attached to each hip is a short sword. These swords, titled 'Phobos' and 'Deimos', were crafted from melted down silver that Urufu had stolen with the assistance of an arrancar from the Karakura Museum. They are kept hidden in his long cloak's hips, a ribbon sewn into the fabric to allow them to hang casually without getting in his way. Each blade is roughly two feet long with a three inch width. The hilt is simple for one hand without a proper hand guard, wrapped tightly in leather.

Urufu:

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P E R S O N A L I T Y; ; T R A I T S

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Personality:

Positive Traits

Charisma: Almost to the point of being manipulative, Urufu has a very charismatic personality. As the Alpha of his pack, his charisma and leadership skills have an EX in ranking (typemoon joke, if you don’t get it, don’t worry about it). Possessing a silver tongue and exuding confidence, some people just can’t help to listen to Urufu’s honey words.
Confident: Stated before, Urufu’s confidence is actually quite high. Occasionally, the line between confidence and outright conceited narcissism is passed, but for the most part, Urufu usually keeps it in check. Believing that what he does and how he does it to be correct in all of his decisions, this coupled with his charisma gives Urufu the very air of a natural leader.
Aggressive: While some would consider this a negative trait, Urufu’s aggressiveness for battle and primal bloodlust transfers over to his everyday actions. Holding a great passion for his decisions, Urufu will fight for what he wants with the utmost and absolute certainty of vindication. If Urufu wants something, Urufu will get it.
Pack-Orientated: As a leader, Urufu needs a pack. When he has attained a family or pack, his focus remains stone cold on them. Urufu’s pack is everything, and he will do everything in his abysmal power to make sure they are content and happy.
Durable: Despite his ruined past and atrocious lifestyle, Urufu is 100% his own being. He will never succumb to any form of persuasion or despair simply because someone wants him to. He will look at any situation that presents itself to him and think “Oh. Solutions are easy.” And get to work fixing it. Emotional problems do not present themselves to Urufu. Urufu prevents himself to emotional problems.

Negative Traits

Apathetic: Because Urufu feeds on all forms of being, Murder and destruction of another sentient being mean very little to him. Innocent or Guilty matters not to one whom only sees you as food.
Split: Suffering from split personalities, Urufu occasionally relapses into one of his alternate personas. Having reined them in for the most part, this rarely happens. When it does, Urufu doesn’t change much. His aggression gets a 10 and his destruction gains a 15.
Bloodthirsty: Due to his feeding habits and Apathy combined, Urufu is positively obsessed with Blood. The taste of it is simply orgasmic, and the feeling that it produces as it runs down his throat will illicit feeling of absolute ecstasy in his body. Without blood, Urufu is not capable of survival, but even besides this reason, he has naturally grown to love blood more than anything.
Urufu's largest habit is starting fights, and going through with them. His anger is normally layered close to the surface, and can be set alight with the merest mention of the "V" word. When Urufu starts a fight, he normally tends to finish it. Prone to anger and quick to kill, Urufu's morals are shot.
Biased: Bearing an intense hatred for Humans and Shinigami, Urufu will usually be pretty biased towards them in the beginning. If they prove themselves to him as useful and actually a fairly decent person, he will get over it. If not, Urufu will have a good meal. Either way, win-win.
Violent: Urufu likes to break things to get his way. ‘Nuff said.

TMI?: The main flaw Urufu has is his eating habit. Urufu can only survive on blood (his body having adapted to suit this naturally), resulting in 'regular' food and water being dispelled rather violently in the form of vomit. Because of this, Urufu Azathoth is regularly deemed a modern day vampire, Dracula, or straight-up Monster. That has set Urufu against the world, and if anyone even so mentions the “V” or “D” word, he will go quite batshit.

Urufu is an intelligent, playful being. He loves to have fun, but he knows when to be serious, and not take everything for granted. During battle, he usually uses a Slice-First, Think-about-the-consequences-later attitude, though that doesn't mean he doesn't know how. He is very resourceful, and loves Nature.

If he can't protect those he loves, he feels completely useless, and will train harder every chance he gets to find a way to protect them. Because of his Cannabilistic/Vampiric ways, however, he doesn't have many people whom are close to him, as he gives off a slightly Horrifying Aura. He is your classic White Knight. Hell-bent on protecting everything and all, he will let nothing stand in his way. Incredibly selfless, it is his major downfall. If one knows him, even through reputation, it would be incredibly easy to exploit this.

Not a lot of people make the requirements to becoming his friends, however. Urufu is slightly demented in the fact that he hates nearly everyone. He has been shown that people are selfish, ignorant, obnoxious, etc, and views them as food more then anything else. Due to his ability, the only thing he can consume for sustenance is blood. Don't let that fool you though, he hates being called a Vampire. It generates an anger within him that cannot be tamed.

Rejecting the Vatican life, he chose the path of the Wiccan. The nature witch, as some may call them. Just because he hates people, doesn't mean he hates everything. He has a vast love for nature and all of it's inhabitants. He is at peace the most when he is in the forest, or something woodsy, surrounded by his beasty brotherin. His Zodiac Sign is Dog, his Astrology sign is Aries, and his favorite color is white. He holds it in high regards, because it resembles both a purity, something unscathed by anything else. Also, it can show a white hot, inner rage, something he himself holds.

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B A C K G R O U N D; ; P A S T

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Background/History: The Azathoth family was quite prestigious in the Vatican, despite their reputation for being secret Satanists and delving into the black arts of dark magic. The rumours for black magic began when the great-grandfather of Urufu was found in his prime carrying a leather bound book that was wrapped in black chains by a Cardinal of the Pope. Judging by the human-ish face on the cover that was forever found in a scream of agony, it was easily questioned as a spell book for black magicks. It was most certainly not the bible, at any rate. Oddly enough, the owner of the book did not have the key, so the book could never be opened. Because of this, the book was never taken away and left in the possession of the Azathoth clan. Despite their honest and hardworking ways, that tag has never quite left the Azathoth family. It didn’t help that the Azathoth family inherited Hi-Spec, and were born with the ability to see spirits and other unworldly beings.
Born into the family as the seventh son, Sylver and his father shared a closer bond then most families and siblings. This is probably because they were both seventh sons, and that gave them the most common ground. As an infant, the father, Simon, was the only one whom could stop the crying and hush whom is now known as Urufu. Although he has a Japanese name now, he was once known affectionately as Sylver. This was short for Sylvester, but actually became ironic when Sylver grew to have an obsession with the precious metal of the same name (silver).
Growing up, Sylver and Simon were inseparable. Every time Simon left the family's room, Sylver was tagging along. If Sylver was gone and Simon was due somewhere, his mother (Terra) knew where he was. There was never any doubt. Simon and Sylver would never be in two separate locations. It was impossible. For the first four years of his life, Sylver remained in Simon and Terra's room regarding sleeping arrangements. The only reason he had to give it up was because his mother felt he needed to grow up. When his older brother Harold left the family to become a Priest and live as an apprentice, Sylver took over his room.
Unfortunately, the days that Sylver was allowed to tag along with his father to work were drawing to a close. At five years old, Sylver was too big to go with him to important meetings regarding the church. Simon was just too important to let a toddler sully his image. This was not the decision of the father, but the decision of the church. Sadly, when Sylver was putting on his coat to accompany his father on a fateful day, his father had to tell Sylver to stay home. Shocked at first, Sylver couldn't believe what had happened. His father was denying him this right that he had had since he was born? Impossible. Nonetheless, that day, Sylver stayed home with his mother and siblings.
He learned things on that day that shocked him. Three years older and four years more mischievous, one of Sylver's sisters took him into their parents room. Sliding the mattress off of the bed stand, she rummaged in a compartment that Sylver didn't even know existed. Pulling out a large, leather bound book that was held together tightly by black chains, she laughed at Sylver's shocked face. What was this book? This was something new. "Shall I tell you a story?" She asked him, sliding the mattress back onto the bed and motioning for him to sit beside her. Joining her, Sylver was soon told about their family's dark past.
The only reason that she even knew about the book was because she had watched their grandfather give it to their father two years ago. They had thought she was asleep. She wasn't. With a smile, she passed it to Sylver. Taking it in clumsy hands, the black chains were cold to his touch, but the leather of the book was warm. In fact, it was almost hot. It seemed to pulse in his hands with an abysmal heartbeat. It was creepy. He didn't like it. Giving it back, Sylver left the room silently. He didn't talk to his sister much after that day, and avoided her eyes for nearly a week.
Since that day, Sylver began spending less and less time with his father. Every day, he saw his father come home angry, complaining about his job. Because Sylver was no longer with him, his supervisors finally started treating him like a monster again. After all, the Azathoth family were spawned straight from hell. Each and every day brought new horrors to the Azathoth family. Each and every day made Sylver begin to hate the church more and more for what they did. First they separated him and his father. Then they abused his father with insults and ridicule. The straw that broke the camel's back, however, was when he got demoted simply because of his heritage.

Sylver hated the church more than anything. He began refusing to attend his church classes. Soon after that, he began refusing to attend his regular classes. By the time he was 11 years old, he had his own reputation as a troublemaker. He was mischievous, un-adhering to society's rules and laws. By the time he was 11 years old, he was the only child left in his family that remained with his parents. By the time he was 11 years old, he was the last Azathoth child even at the church.
Why had he remained at the church? There were numerous excuses and ways for him to leave. He could have applied at a public school and been transferred from the Vatican into public Rome. His mother would have allowed it. She understood his hatred for the church. Why had he stayed? The answer came in two parts. The first was his father. He still loved him dearly and didn’t want to leave him. The second was even simpler. The book.
Sylvester wanted the book. Since he had first touched it and let the warmth from the leather course into his flesh, he has held a craving for it. The book was the only thing on his mind. Even the darkest hatred he felt for the church was overshadowed by his need for the book. It slowly began to overtake his need even for love and affection from his father. It was almost as if a part of his soul was inside of that book, and he needed to reclaim it.
When Sylver turned thirteen years old, his father gave him a very particular birthday present. It was a crucifix necklace, made of the purest of silver. Even the chain was a reflective, shiny silver. The odd thing about the crucifix was the slot. At the bottom of the cross was a small slit, as if something were supposed to go in it. Or come out.
About this time, Sylver met a kid around his age named Michael Provalli. Michael was an interesting boy. He talked continuously about his job as a shinigami and how he saved people from dangerous creatures known as hollow. After a few months of being best friends in the church (there were hardly any interesting children; The two were outsiders), he even allowed Sylver to see his shinigami form.
it was the first time he saw a shinigami, Sylver was not as impressed as one would imagine. Perhaps it as because of his family’s history of seeing spirits. Sylver himself had always assumed ghosts remained simply because. He had no idea that some people had a job of it. Not even this, however, could deter his mind from the book.
Nearly Fourteen years old, Michael and Sylver began to see less and less of each other. Michael was rising in the ranks of the shinigami, and worked at the church less and less. Similarly, Sylver was growing less and less public. He instead spent all of his time holding onto the book. He had stolen it one night. Although he was crafty and careful, his father saw the entire production. He watched with a sad smile as Sylver took the book. Things would only get interesting from here on out. The more time he spent with the book, the more distant he became from others. The more time he spent with the book, the colder and more paranoid Sylver became.
While Sylver was examining the lock that held the chains around the book, a thought suddenly dawned on him. The slot for the keyhole was the exact same size and shape as the slot at the bottom of his necklace. Fishing the crucifix from his shirt, he compared them. His hunch was correct. They were the same. He then became aware that his father knew all along that he needed the book. Silently thanking his father, Sylver began to examine the cross more closely than he ever had.
The two nubs at the side that denoted arms for the cross were slightly wiggly. Wiggling one around for a few minutes, Sylver became aware that it actually turned. Preparing himself for ..well, he didn't quite know what, Sylver braced himself mentally. Turning the knob, a thin, silver key head slid from the slot at the bottom of the crucifix. Gasping, he knew instinctively what the key was for.
Sliding the teethed edge of the key into the slot on the lock that held the black chains around the book, Sylver prayed that it work. His prayers were answered. The key not only fit the lock, but actually seemed to slide itself in. Turning on it’s own, the black chain and lock fell to the ground with a clatter. Taking a deep breath, Sylver slid the key back into it’s cross position and dropped it down the neck of his shirt once more.
Feeling the full cover of the book with his hand, the warmth was staggering. The heat produced from the book was so hot that it actually burned his hand slightly. Ignoring the pain, Sylver was about to achieve something he had been vying for since he was five years old. Blue eyes filled with intense desire. This was it.
Standing, Sylver quickly moved to shut the door of his room and lock it. He wanted no interruptions for this. Moving back to his bed, Sylver picked up the book once more. The barely-recognizable face that was on the cover was suddenly in much more detail then before. Sliding his fingers over it, the heat was so unbearable it actually singed off the fingerprints on his index and middle finger of his left hand. As his fingers passed over the eyes, they glowed very briefly. The pupils were yellow while the sclera were black. This was a flash of color so fast that Sylver thought he was imagining it.
Sliding his nail under the cover, Sylver took another deep breath and opened the book. Immediately the chains on the floor began to glow with a blue lettering that was written up and down the chains. Ignoring it, Sylver’s eyes scanned the table of contents. Listed in the book were many things. The most notable, however, were the chapters titled “Vereor and the Azathoths” and “Binding Magicks”, which were both bold and all capitals, as well as in thick red ink an odd type considering the other chapters were scrawny characters in a regular typeface. Flicking the page forward, Sylver began reading. Not leaving his room for three days, the book became his only concern.

It taught him everything he needed to know about Hollow, Shinigami, Arrancar, Humans, and even Vizards. In olden times, Vizards actually existed. They were created from a process that involved forced hollowfication and Azathoth binding magicks.
Finally, he reached the chapter on Vereor and the Azathoths. As Sylver read, he began to understand. He now understood why his family was rumoured to be in league with Satan and Black Magicks. They were. In ancient times, this book was constructed with the flesh of a Vasto Lorde named Vereor. The face on the cover was Vereor’s actual face, the hollow flesh being worked until it was leather and then a book bound inside of it.
Why did this happen? Vereor was a powerful Vasto Lorde. Unfortunately, he became indebted to the Azathoth clan after they took him in and saved his life. Why had they done this? Vereor was the first Azathoth. He had been a part of a family called Azagthone and split off after marrying Stella Perecles. As a human, Vereor was cursed to become a monster. Although he fought the shinigami and hollow equally, never favouring one or the other, he was still a monster. After his death, his spirit was sealed into his chain with Azathoth magic, as all Azagthones and Azathoth were. Unfortunately, he was a very powerful practitioner of his family’s magic, and was able to allow a fragment of his soul to remain in the chain and escape. Once free, he had become a powerful hollow and evolved over time. In the living world, his family had continued on, the name of Azathoth slowly growing. Nevertheless, he was captured and resealed into the chain. As a vasto lorde, his magic wasn’t pure enough to allow him to escape again. At least, not on his own.
In fact, the chain around the book was his original spirit chain as a mortal. How had it sustained it’s own existence for so long? The runes etched along the chain was a binding enchantment. It bound the chain to the book and the vasto lorde as a living being. Yes, that meant exactly what it sounded like. The book was a living being (actually being alive being relative). The more research Sylver did on the book and the family, the more he learned about himself, and the less he liked. For instance, the book told him that “One year for each sibling at twice the lucky number. On the day of birth, the beast shall awaken.”
On his fourteenth birthday, Sylver would become a beast similar to Vereor was in his life. Checking the clock, Sylver stared with horror. Upon coming to that revelation, Sylver realized that his birthday was in three hours. He was going to descend into madness in three hours. What the hell was he supposed to do? He had to leave. It was the only option.
Scribbling a note on a piece of paper, he apologized to his family for leaving. At the bottom, he crossed out his actual name and rewrote “Urufu”. That was who he was now. That was his name. On the back, in lighter ink, he rewrote the passage that told him of his incoming doom. Perhaps his father would know. Placing the book on his floor, Sylver carefully stepped on the back cover with each foot, then pressed his hand against it tightly. Wincing from the heat, he burned off his fingerprints. The last markings of Sylver.
Rewrapping the book in it’s chains, he left one loop free. Slinging it over his shoulder, Sylver began to redress. He would leave behind his shoes. The Vatican members wore shoes specially made for them by a private cobbler. They were easily recognizable. Shedding his usual clothes, Sylver instead donned a cloak and black cargo pants. He would let his hair grow out as well. He would become a different person, basically. He would become Urufu. And he would never see his family again.

Luckily, his birthday was late at night. With an hour and fifteen minutes to go, Urufu began to flee. Escaping into the night with only the book and his necklace, Urufu disappeared. The shadows swallowed him into her gullet, closing her mouth over him and the book. With the moon high in the sky watching him, Urufu paused and gave it a small thanks for being full this night. He would need the light to see.
Around half an hour before the transformation was due, Urufu began to display symptoms. His vision, hearing, and sense of smell were slowly gaining clarity and perception. The trim nails that tipped each finger and toe were growing at an alarming rate. Sharp and thick, they were more akin to talons than nails. Slowly, his blue eyes were beginning to lighten. In time, they would be a rich gold, like pools of molten riches.
Oddly enough, he would have to stop and look around. He swore he heard whispers. Every time he heard the whispers, his chest felt slightly more warm. Of course. Heat. That was the answer. Pulling the book out from inside of his cloak, Urufu studied the over while underneath a large tree. Hiding in the darkness, he studied the cover with perfect vision. His transformation was growing nearer.
Suddenly, the clock struck midnight. His birthday had presented itself. Dropping the book, it hung suspended in their by the chain around his shoulder. A deep laugh echoed around him; The source of the unholy sound was his book. With a shudder rippling off throughout his body, Urufu tore off the cloak and threw it to the ground. Throwing his head back, he let out a loud, eerie howl.
Unlike Vereor, whom was known as a dark creature of mythical proportions, Urufu was much simpler. His altered form included a wolf head, thicker proportions, a tail, and shaggy fur. In totality, he became a werewolf. Running rampant, he tried to get back to civilization and rip apart the world. Fortunately, something stopped him.
There was a harsh glow emanating from Urufu’s chest. It was not actually him, but the book he carried. The face on the cover seemed to be pulsing at a much faster rate the before. A harsh whispering stopped Urufu in his intrepid tracks. The book was saying something. Because of his enhanced hearing and perception, he could actually make it out now.
The time had come, apparently. The book was whispering it at an incredibly fast speed. The time had come. The time for what? Growling at the book, he ripped the chain from his chest and threw it to the ground. With a clutter, the book landed cover side up. The face on the front seemed to outline itself much sharper then before.
Suddenly, a bulge. From the cover exuded an actual face in three dimensions. Rapidly, the leather material that made it up alchemized into a white bone-like substance. It was, without a doubt, a hollow mask. As it rose into the air, a whispy blackness followed it. Forming a body of sorts, the shadow substance under it reshaped to include six tentacles, two with serpentine heads, long black claws, and a thin yet tall body. It was reptilian to the max. Startled, Urufu stepped backwards. Swishing his tail, he readied his own claws to fight.
“I have been waiting far too long for you, Sylvester Azathoth. This book may have had served it’s purpose well, but you are my true vessel. Prepare yourself.” Lunging, the mask struck Urufu dead in the face. Wrapping the tentacles around his body, the mask slowly began to dissolve into Urufu’s face. Shortly after it, the tentacles and claws seemed to disappear into him as well. As this was happening, Urufu himself seemed to echo.
He was slowly being pushed out of his own corpse. As the spirit chain emerged, Urufu noticed one of the headed tentacles wink at him, the glowing red eyes chaotic and evil. Snapping it’s fangs around the chain very close to the base, the rest began dissolving at an alarming rate. Urufu was going to lose his body and become a hollow, all in one 10 minute period?
He thought not. As unanticipated as it was, Urufu had a plan. He was now well versed in the sealing spells of the Azathoth clan. He was now in Medium form (what his family referred to as when they had the most power and could actually perform sealing rights). He would get his body back. Reaching to the ground, he grabbed the glowing black chain. Moving the lock to the end of it, he clasped it onto his Saketsu while muttering ancient Latin.
Twirling the other end rapidly, he swung it hard. Striking his corpse’s Saketsu, he finished his incantation with the phrase “Sino venti quinque vince sopore relinquere.”, which roughly means “May the five winds relinquish your slumber.” There was a flash of white light, and then all the light in the area seemed to dim, drawn into his corpse. Shielding his eyes, he blacked out.
When he awoke, his eyes blinked rapidly to dispel the mucous that had developed. Sitting up, he noticed three things. The first was that he was in his human body (emphasis on human). The second was that Vereor and the book were both gone. The third was that on his chest blazed a tattoo. It was a black sun with nine points, roughly the size of his palm, located directly over his heart.
Standing, he found his cloak and shrugged it back on. The advanced senses from the transformation had dwindled slightly, but still remained in a portion. It wasn’t much, but it was a huge improvement from his old senses. The fur, tail, and muzzle from the transformation too had disappeared, although his claws remained. He liked them. He was going to keep them. Sliding his tongue over sharp, long teeth, Urufu realized his mouth was full of canine-esque choppers. Smiling, he liked that too.
Looking around the forest, he took a deep breath. Inhaling the scents and life around him, Urufu allowed the delicious silence to wash over him. There were no other people. There were no other PEOPLE! This was fantastic. He loved it in the forest.
Suddenly, a deer shot 20 feet to the left of him up the river that was flowing with crystal clear water. Immediately, he was after it. Toughened skin brushed away the twigs and bristles of the forest as if they were feathers. Apparently, something else remained after the transformation. His perception, reflexes, and body had changed to turn him from a church kid into a Hunter. He was a predator now, and kill he was going to.
The moment he reached the deer, his claws sunk into the deer’s haunches. His strength, however, had not changed. Flying forward with the deer, he leaped into the air and landed on it’s back. Sinking his fangs into the neck, he punched at the throat hard. This stopped the fucker. Allowing the delicious blood to sink into his throat, he grinned. It was delicious.

As time passed, Urufu began to learn more about himself. The transformation had changed him into a carnivore. If he ate anything else, he would throw up violently. His body simply rejected anything but meat. It was a simple fact. Trying to live with humans again after a year of living in the forest, Urufu found himself plagued with nightmares.
He saw himself transforming and ripping the humans apart with his claws and fangs, then devouring them whole. The first few time it wasn’t really an issue. He didn’t actually care about humans that much. Although he was still in civilization, he still slept outside. He still refused to wear shoes (with tougher skin, who needed them?) and still refused to get a job and/or go to school. Although he was in civilization again, he was still a loner.
The faces of everyone he saw on the streets began shifting as each and every night was plagued with nightmares.. Everyone he saw started to turn into malevolent creatures. Slowly, he was beginning to hallucinate monsters under every bed, in every alley, and on every face. Whispers became evident around him, and seemed to be coming from the society around him, although these were hallucinations as well. He had no idea what could have spawned these. At first he thought it was from the carnivorous diet, but then disregarded that. He wasn’t showing any other negative symptoms. His next thought was about his bestial transformation, but no other signs of it were showing up. He was once more human.
The nightmares worsened. No longer was he plagued with killing people. Now he saw himself dying in numerous and horrible ways. After that, it became simply watching everything die. His days were filled with the taking of lives as he fed himself. His nights were filled with Death. Slowly, an insomniactic disease began to spread through Urufu. It had been six months since he reclaimed his body from Vereor. It had been three weeks since he slept.
Whenever a hollow attacked around Urufu, he devoured it. Whenever a shinigami showed up to investigate the hollow, he devoured it. Even humans were being devoured by Urufu. Bloodlust and hunger for flesh were also growing inside of him. Cannibalism was something he had learned to love. He had no choice. His body and mind craved it. Needless to say, he got over the initial feeling of wrongness he felt quite easily.

When he was fifteen, exactly one year after he first transformed and got rid of Vereor, everything was revealed. It turns out that he didn’t quite get rid of Vereor. He was still there, in the back of his mind. It made sense. His mask had been absorbed into Urufu, and his Soul Chain was now in place of Urufu’s. They needed each other to survive at this point. In a dream, Vereor finally appeared and told Urufu everything. They sat at a table that was shaped and painted to represent a Tao. Seeing as Urufu’s reiatsu was pure white and Vereor’s was pure black, nothing else would have been acceptable.
Vereor explained that he was the cause of the nightmares and hallucinations. His inner wolf was the cause of the new feeding habit and he had no control over that. That was all him. Why? Because now that the two were going to be sharing a body, Vereor wanted to help him. How exactly was insomnia helping him? If Urufu did not need to sleep, then Urufu could hunt more. Why did Urufu need to hunt more? Urufu was going to take over Hueco Mundo. If he hunted more and built up his strength and body, he was going to accomplish great things.
He was then informed that he had a latent ability now that that he and Vereor were sharing power. Seeing as Vereor was not an ‘inner hollow’, but actually just a ‘split personality’, all of his abilities became Urufu’s. Urufu grinned. Good. That’s exactly what the spell he cast was supposed to do. Sadly, the book was gone, so he wouldn’t be able to cast anymore. Luckily, he now had the abilities of Vereor to replace them. Although he didn’t have the same amount of reiryoka and reiatsu as him, he would still use them to his best abilities.
Why should he take over Hueco Mundo? Vereor was a king once. He wanted to regain that title. Why should he help Vereor? If he did, he would gain a true family. His catholic family wouldn’t be an issue anymore. He would be able to live with family and friends and have a great time. Urufu was instantly in.
Immediately afterwards, Vereor taught Urufu how to use his new abilities. Sadly, the cannibalistic and carnivorous qualities were to be lost. He was going to become a sanguinirian. The moment he accepted Vereor’s influence, he would have to abide by Vereor’s old rules. Luckily, he was okay with that.
The following two years involved Urufu learning how to live with two separate beings inside of his mind that were actually a part of him. The first was Vereor, of course. Although he was a hollow and whatnot, the two actually got along fairly well. The second was his Inner Wolf. Even though he didn’t speak, and occasionally took a bit of control if certain urges came up, there were no qualms with any of them. They were a perfect balance of being.
He was also learning how to live with his new lifestyle of drinking only blood, although that was not really an issue. Although he missed meat, he would have to live with it. Literally. Otherwise he was going to die. Along with the blood came his new abilities, and live with them he had to do as well. Oddly enough, he took it all in stride. As the heir of the Azathoth’s, he would have to live with it. As well as abilities, Urufu’s blue eyes became a deep purple. Red and Blue made purple, after all.
Because of Vereor’s influence, he lost the ability to call upon his inner wolf. Every now and then, though, he could feel it’s power coursing through his veins and knew that if he actually fought for it, he would achieve his werewolf form once more. It wouldn’t be too difficult, he imagined. He couldn’t wait to achieve it again, he simply didn’t want to waste it if it was a one time deal.

As a seventeen year old living in the streets of Japan (Vereor told him to go there in order to encounter more supernatural activity. It was home to the largest collection of reiryoka on earth and would provide him with everything he needed to take over Hueco Mundo), Urufu learned that Hollow blood was delicious. In fact, reishi-rich blood and reishi-created blood tasted simply divine.
Karakura town was vastly different then Rome, Italy. In Asia, food was everywhere and rarely missed. Hardly anyone noticed his 1 or 2 victims every three days or so being found missing and then dead. He could feed to his hearts content.
After arriving in Karakura town, Urufu made quite a reputation, and fast. He was the thing that went bump at night. The people feared the one that stalked the street with purple hair and an innocent jangle. As a sanguirian, Urufu was the terror of the people. It was not long before he was contacted by an arrancar. The two were of similar composition; The two fed on sentient creatures in order to remain alive. Finding themselves getting along better and better each day, the two decided to perform a daring heist. Rob the karakura museum of everything they could lay their bloody hands on.
With Urufu acting as the distraction, the arrancar pulled off the grand theft, unseen to human eyes. Sadly, that was the last day they saw each other. The arrancar left Urufu with half the loot and all the excitement of the world. Nonetheless, he used part of his stores in order to create twin short swords, which he now keeps on his person at all times. A tribute to the friendly arrancar. The remaining silver and whatnot stolen is kept underneath the roots of a great tree in the forest, where Urufu currently calls home.

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T H E B E A S T; ; W I T H I N

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Ziamichi Spirit Name: Vereor Obscurum-Azathoth

Ziamichi Spirit Appearance: The most notable trait that Vereor possesses is the texture and color of his “flesh”. Cold and Black, the substance that covers Vereor is akin to a black blood or smoke. Immediately reptilian, Vereor’s body is long (roughly 9’11) and smooth, possessing no hair whatsoever on his body. Instead, his flesh is in a constant state of turmoil, writhing and bubbling on minor levels that is almost unnoticeable. His face is covered in a very basic white mask that is barely defined in detail. Even the teeth are only barely etched out. The only color separate from this white and black is Vereor’s eyes, which not only glow, but actually lighten the area around him. This color is a very deep shade of crimson that is almost cliché in accordance with his appearance.

With a torso roughly three feet long that narrows down to a foot and a half, Vereor casts a fairly decent shadow, aside from the hole in his chest that spans a diameter of six inches. Extending from his high shoulders are skinny arms that measure roughly four feet in length, with fingers that measure nearly a foot and a half on their own (he possesses 4 fingers on each hand as well as thumb, to give him an eerily human visage). Similarly, he also has a pair of humanic legs that end in feet with five toes. Ending each finger, toe, and thumb, is a nine-inch claw made for eviscerating flesh and bone. Increasing his thin body’s length from five feet to nearly 10 is a long tail that extends from his body backwards. It too is perfectly smooth and cold.

There is one other attribute that Vereor owns that definitely separates him from everyone/thing else. Protruding from his back, with a diameter of roughly a foot each, are six tentacles. The top pair have a length of roughly 10 feet, and end with serpentine heads that also each have the same eyes as him. Vereor is capable of seeing through these eyes, although he must truly concentrate if he wishes to use all of his eyes at the same time. For the most part, he merely allows the heads (which are sentient and can choose to control their tentacle-bodies if Vereor gives permission) to do as they please. Their mouths are filled with jagged fangs, 32 on both the top and bottom. Directly below these tentacles are simple tentacles of 9 foot lengths. Below those are 8 footers. Once more, these are also the same smooth/cold substance that Vereor is comprised of, the flesh barely bubbling or writhing.

Ziamichi Personality: If Vereor would have become an arrancar, his aspect of death would have been, without a doubt, Pride. Believing himself to be superior to all, which was only amplified by his ascension into Vasto Lorde, the hollow believes himself to be on a level higher then all, including his host. He has no qualms with flaunting his abilities to prove his worth, although he prefers to hide his true abilities from those he deems unworthy. He doesn’t find a point in sullying the area around himself to simply prove himself better then others. That knowledge should simply be universal fact.

Because Urufu and Vereor stem from the same family (Vereor being the first, Urufu being the “last“), he allowed Urufu to befriend him, and actually find general interest in the kid now. The two have become surprisingly close, despite their rough start and separate views. Everyone else, however, can suck it; unless they have proved themselves to Vereor as worth his time, he doesn’t care enough about them to insult them, as it were. Because of his closeness with Urufu, he allows his inner childness to display itself and cause hallucinations for Urufu, if for any reason to mess with the child’s head. Although they may argue, the two have a truly powerful bond. Not much else is known about Vereor, aside from his battle lust, which matches Urufu’s own.

Ziamichi History: Vereor was the first Azathoth. Living his life as a powerful leader of the clan, his use of their special brand of magic was most dastardly. Instead of practicing the specific sealing brand that they were known for, he instead took their neutral trait and turned it into an offensive tag. Using it for insanely evil torturing techniques as well as powerful offensive techniques, he was a fierce warrior that was known throughout the clan for having Black Blood, an insult of sorts that meant he wasn’t quite human. Eventually, his cold disposition coupled with his darker and darker spells led for the clan to usurp and kill him. Sealing his soul into the soul chain, as was their custom, they locked it away into their chain archives.

For several hundred years, the soul of Vereor remained locked in the soul chain. Unfortunately for the Azathoth’s, Vereor was only known for not practicing their specialty magic. That was a rumour he himself spread. He was actually quite powerful in the sealing magic of the Azathoth clan. Working his weakened magic (which was still more powerful then most living practitioners), he eventually freed himself from the chain over time. From that point on, it was all downhill. Undergoing hollowfication nearly immediately -the chain had prevented it, but freeing himself allowed for the process to catch up-, he was transported to hueco mundo. From then on out, it was an intense bloodfest as Vereor evolved over time. Due to the sealing, he kept his memories, something rare among hollow kind, yet not unheard of.

Eventually, one of the Azathoth clan-masters figured out what had happened. Hunting Vereor down, they resealed the vasto lorde into his soul chain. This time, they redoubled the seals and doubled them again. Because of this, as well as Vereor’s magic having weakened during his tri-evolution, he was not able to free himself. Several thousand years later, however, Urufu was able to. Accidentally freeing Vereor, Urufu had no choice but to seal the spirit inside of his own body. The two now share the body, although Urufu remains predominant.

Ziamichi Powers: Vereor possesses the ability to alchemize his own blood into the blood of others, and infuse that blood into his own body. By doing such, he is capable of utilizing another’s abilities, memories, etc. This is what he gained after becoming a hollow. He also possesses all baseline hollow abilities.

As a human, Vereor possessed the ability to manipulate his reiatsu using spells in order to achieve the desired effects, most noticeably in a dark manner. Although he cannot use this magic to the same extent that he could before, he is still capable of teaching it to Urufu. Also, Vereor warped the family gene pool by performing a spell on himself that cursed the Seventh Sons of Seventh Sons in the family to become a monster during the full moon by altering a genetic code in their body. Currently, only Urufu and Vereor possess this trait.

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B E N E F I T S ; F O R H O S T

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Unique Traits: Urufu has become an insomniac due to Vereor’s influence, and hasn’t slept for quite a few years. This is his most common trait, as well as becoming a sanguinirian. He is only capable of sustaining himself on the blood of living creatures, be they animal, human, hollow, etc. If he attempts to consume anything else, he will vomit it up violently. Also, Urufu must be very careful as to what he consumes, for if he drinks the blood of someone with AIDS or similar disease, he may gain it himself (unless he drinks pure blood to heal himself of it, which will happen the next time he feeds, most likely). Because of this, poisoning Urufu is quite easy.

Due to his inner wolf, Urufu also has certain higher physical aspects then other humans. Most noticeably are his sense of smell, sight, and hearing. They are roughly 3x higher then a regular humans, and can be used against him just as easily as he uses them.

A natural trait that Urufu has gained from living on the streets and in constant danger, however, is his toughened skin that allows him to walk on all forms of terrain without shoes.

Forms:

Vasto Lorde Form: Urufu transforms completely into Vereor, and becomes capable of using all racial hollow abilities. He normally remains in this form while in Hueco Mundo or similar areas, for this transformation spiritualizes his body and allows for him to exist in such an environment. While in this form, Urufu’s voice and Vereor’s are both heard when he speaks, and although his actions are reminiscent of Vereor’s, he still retains the majority of control. Nonetheless, Vereor may still persuade him. While in this form, his magical abilities are enhanced on a minor level.

Inner Beast Form:

Primordial Blood:

Within those of a certain breed exists The Primordial Blood. It is the missing link between Apes and Man, as well as the future link between Man and Shinigami or Hollow. In essence, The Primodial Blood is the DNA sequence that controls everything once the body STOPS functioning it. To those that can manipulate their DNA, especially users of Retribution, they can activate this dna sequence and undergo a specific transformation entitled Sliding. Once he Slides, he undertakes a very intense form that allows him to fight naturally on par with many supernatural foes. As cliche as it is, The Primordial Blood can only be accessed in times of absolute need, 99% of this being life-or-death situations. This is, however, able to be overcome by two conditions. The first is intense emotion on such a scale that it completely bypasses the life-or-death situation (such as a loved one dying, etc). The second is pure skill with Retribution, and training to master it.

Once the genetic key is activated, the owner of the Primordial Blood grows slightly, an intense gain in muscle mass requiring the body to stand at nine feet tall (on average). From the spinal chord extends a tail, which is quickly covered in fur (as is the rest of the body). This fur is actually similar in composition to steel wool, and is very tough. It provides great defence. The skin naturally toughens as well, increasing the defence gained from the steel wool-like fur (Purely cosmetic, does not change stats). The hands and feet of the user become too big for whatever shoes or gloves they may have been wearing, and will most likely have ripped through them. After their knees reverse, the heels raise up. The user is most likely standing on the balls of their feet now, as comfortably as ever.

Sharp, strong claws grow from fingers and toes, as well as equally dangerous fangs grow from an elongated jaw. The nose shifts from that of a human (or humanoid) into that of a canines, as do the ears. The eyes occasionally change colors (depending on the user) into a red or gold. Gold usually indicates an Alpha, and Red usually indicates a Beta. No color change indicates a pack member, though this isn't always the case. Every sense exempt taste and touch increases exponentially, though this can be as dangerous to the user as to their victims.

The most obvious ability gained during the use of Primordial Blood is that which allows for the user to turn their body into a blade. Their reiatsu is able to be channelled through the steel wool-esque fur that adorns their flesh, strengthening it and sharpening it to the point that it can rival an actual sword. This reiatsu is also able to be expelled violently in bursts from such actions as punching or kicking. The bursts average a size of a foot squared, depending on the amount of reiatsu put into it. This technique can also be used as a sort of flash step, by activating the burst under the user's feet, they are capable of rocketing towards their location. This can also be used to create a very brief stable platform from which to support ones self on or use it to increase their propulsion or change trajectory slightly.

All healing abilities of Retribution are still intact, and no longer requires blood. Instead, the user's reiatsu physically stitches flesh back together or replaces it with a 'patch' made of fur that slowly transmutates into actual flesh. This, however, is purely the cosmetics. All actual regeneration that must be done is physically sped up to the point that it merely becomes High speed regeneration. Bones and whatnot are still regrown, and could be healed improperly if not set right. While regeneration particularly nasty wounds, the user must remain as still as possible, for much concentration is needed. Transforming into Primordial Blood form heals all wounds that had been previously undergone as a Human. Ending the transformation, however, returns the wounds and adds the wounds inflicted from battle.

These, however, are not the true abilities of Primordial Blood. These are merely enhancements of Retribution that can be found by using this much more evolved form. The true ability of the Primordial Blood is to use Retribution towards it's full potential. By tapping into their deeply subrooted DNA, the user is capable of finding past skills and techniques they had previously copied. They are then capable of reconstituting those techniques or abilities into their form, and use them once more. This ability is called "Divine Retribution", and requires no blood to activate. However, if one used blood (doesn't matter whom the blood belongs to, as long as it is blood), it is far easier to activate the ability. This is due to the body using Blood as a catalyst to activate the technique, and having familiarity with it. Divine Retribution is very taxing on the body, and has been known to occasionally burn through that ability's use in the body, never allowing that person to use it again.

Drawbacks: Drawbacks for Inner Beast Form have already been stated. If Urufu overuses his Vasto Lorde form, Vereor could take over his body.

Control: It varies from 5-8. Vereor is very static while inside Urufu, and the two may argue and he could fight against Urufu if they aren’t on good terms at the current time.

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T H E H O S T ; ; P O W E R S

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Power Development Stage 1 Appearance: Urufu’s body does not change during the use of this ability, unless he manipulates his appearance.
Power Development Stage 1 Abilities: Urufu possesses the ability to produce vast amounts of a black liquid that is similar in composition to condensed reiryoka. This reiryoka liquid is actually an alchemized version of Hollow Blood and comes from Vereor. It is then able to Alchemy is actually a very close description to Urufu’s true abilities. By drinking the blood of his opponent or allies, Urufu is able to alchemize the reiatsu and blood into the abilities they possess. The knowledge of these abilities and how to use them are strictly instinct and muscle memory. Any strategies must be figured out on his own. After establishing how to use this ability, Urufu named it “Retribution”.

Retribution:

Power Development Stage 2 Appearance: Urufu’s body does not change during the use of these abilities.
Power Development Stage 2 Abilities: Urufu is capable of using his family’s brand of spells and magic. His family uses primarily sealing abilities, and Urufu has adapted to that. Because of Vereor’s influence, however, Urufu is slowly learning offensive spells as well to augment this. (A full list of Urufu’s spells will be posted in inventory or whatever and require approval for use).

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E X T R A ; ; I N F O

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Ziamichi Class: Class A

Skills:
0 Tier is allowed 1 Master, 2 Advanced for each section
1 Tier is allowed 2 Advanced for each section
2 Tier is allowed 1 Advanced, 2 Adept for each section
3 Tier is allowed 1 Adept for each section
4 Tier and below only get beginner.

General Skills

Durability: Adept
General Speed: Advanced
Strength: Advanced
Weapon Skill: Beginner

Ziamichi Skills

Skill Of Ziamichi Powers: Advanced
Control Over Spirit: Adept
Seal Strength: Advanced

Racial Skills (Hollow)

Pesquisa: Beginner
Sonido: Advanced
Cero/Bala: Advanced
Hierro: Adept

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R P ; ; S A M P L E

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Roleplay Sample: A foolish Shinigami had requested a battle with Urufu Azathoth, as he tried to enjoy a relaxing day at the beach."A spar you say?" He asked grinning. "Sounds good." Bringing his claws to his lips, he was pleased to note that some of the blood from the hollow didn't wash away in the ocean. Several moments ago, Urufu had stolen the Shinigami's kill, and slayed a Flying Hollow with quite a bit power. Licking it off, he swallowed it. His purple eyes flashed black for a second, before he yawned. "This may hurt.." He whispered to himself, as gigantic wings sprung from his back, ripping the skin and his cloak. Blood dripped from his back slightly, but he was fine. Wiping away one tear threatening to fall from the corner of his eyes, he grinned. Launching himself into the air, he flapped his enormous bat-like wings, and held aloft in the salty ocean. Looking down on the shinigami, he began to charge a cero from his hand..

The Shinigami had thrown up some sand in the first little bit in hopes to blind him. It worked.. slightly. As the sand blinded him, he smirked. He was the wolf of retribution, for The goddess' sakes. Urufu didn't need to see to defend. "I can still hear the whistle of the wind as your blade approaches." He said, as he twirled with his left wing extended, smacking Rokiro (The Shini) and knocking his blade away from his wind. "And I can still hear your blood pumping through your veins." He said, as he began to slash and hack at the boy with his claws, both from his hands and shoe-less feet.

He wore no shoes, and never trimmed his nails, until they became a hassle. They were sharp as daggers, and incredibly sharp and thick. See, Urufu needed blood to survive. Until he got it, he had barely any abilities. He needed a way to penetrate some skin and get to the delicious red nectar inside of someone. If he ate regular human food, he would throw it up. And that wasn't pretty.

As the sun shone down on the two, Urufu finally cleared out his eyes. Still slashing towards Rokiro, his vision was fuzzy, but soon cleared. The ocean was like a thousand diamonds strewn across a blue blanket. It sparkled and shone with an intense blue that made Urufu smile, and nearly forget he was fighting. Nearly.

The sand was white hot and glowing, shining off of everybody's near-naked body as they shone with sweat and ocean spray, many of them soaked. Some people were working their tans, and many had children that were making sand castles and the such. Focusing back to the task at hand, Urufu increased the reiatsu in his arms. This helped force oxygen into his muscles, and made him go faster.

Pushing, he practically forced the wind to separate away from him to increase his speed. He didn't technically do that, but it seemed like it as sweat poured from his body in his attempt to harm his sparring partner. Sharpening his claws with reiatsu even still, he continued his barrage of nail, adding tooth occasionally, snapping at Rokiro's form to get some blood. He was moving so fast, he wasn't sure if he even hit the boy once.

Eat him.. eat him..eat him.. That voice was still in his head. Sometimes he could ignore it.. but usually he couldn't. And he usually listened. As the Shinigami was torn to pieces by his deadly claws, He listened...

Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:21 pm

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Comments/Notes: Yako and Zane are awaiting the chaalenge of rping againist Urufu

Tier: 1-1

Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:27 pm

Ranks Added

Sun Apr 17, 2011 7:56 pm

Spells:

Name: Ensis De Angelum
Description: The first spell that all Azathoth’s learn if they wish to master more advanced spells, this is a staple skill among the family of Dark Priests. By condensing reiryoka into a very basic claymore sword shape, the user may then lodge this sword into any part of the area. After creating another blade, the user may connect the two via spiritual chains. The more swords created equals a higher possibility of trapping the opponent. The structures created from this are pure white, due to that being the color of Urufu’s reiatsu.

Even though they are in the general shape of a sword, they are very bad at offence. They are not very sharp, and normally simply “inserted” into an object with blunt force. They will also disappear after three posts each. The chain will also disappear after seven. If the user places his hand on the sword or chain and provides the appropriate amount of reiryoka, they can renew the life of it for the original lifespan once more.

Name: Susurrans Caelestis
Description: After a boundary field has been created by Ensis de Angelum (with four or more swords), this technique can be activated. All levels of transformation and all techniques inside of the field are broken. Everyone inside will be dropped down to their most basic level (unreleased, etc). Any summons trapped inside will disappear. All created items will also disappear. Any projectile attacks and whatnot are destroyed as well. This technique is basically a reset button to the boundary field it is created with, and even affects the user. When this technique is activated, the swords and chains that create the boundary field glow briefly. After one post (each), releases are able to be used once more, etc.

“Sit mortale hoc dominantur divinitate regni dereliquit.”

Name: Infernus Mirage
Description: This technique actually does not require Ensis De Angelum as a prerequisite. After activation, which requires a specific enchantment, a circle will generate around the user with a radius of one meter. This circle will then be inscribed with a large cross, each end touching some portion of the circumference. After muttering the command word, the circle will swirl and split into two, shrinking as it does so and moving to be under the caster’s feet. As it does this, the user will begin to glow the color of their reiatsu. The next few attacks that they perform will have the additional effect to cause the opponent to undergo their worst fears and absolute horrors via hallucinogenic effect.

“Gustate gehennae incendiis et accusam desperatione dicere reprobatione.” The command word after this is “Ignis”.

Name: Alis Deficiens
Description: This technique requires an Ensis De Angelum boundary field to have been successfully made with six or more swords. After activation, all swords and chains will transform color from white into black. For the next two posts, nothing may move while inside of this field. No attacks can be launched into it, for once it enters the field, it will also stop moving, no matter the speed it is traveling at. Even the user is affected by this technique. After the two posts are up, all movement will still be sealed, however new movement can be initiated. After an additional three posts, all old movement will be restarted at their appropriate speeds.

Name: Lamina Infinita Opera
Description: This is a custom spell created by Urufu Azathoth, fusing the magic of the Azathoth’s with his own ability and Vereor’s blood. By utilizing the blood of Vereor, he is capable of giving the swords created from Ensis de Angelum an actual cutting edge. He is also capable of creating a multitude of swords at this point, to be used as he sees fit. Because he is creating so many, they are very weak and can be destroyed with usually one or two strikes.

When he activates this technique, Urufu creates what seems to be infinite swords. These swords can only exist within a field of approximately 1 kilometre of maximum diameter, but the field can be shortened to be contained in any room of smaller space that Urufu is in. If Urufu is in molecular overdrive, this technique can be enhanced further by activating Divine Retribution abilities along with those specialized swords.

When the swords are created, they are placed in every available object around Urufu. This can be the ground, trees, walls, etc, and are usually sunk into that object roughly half-way. Able to call any sword he so chooses from the ground into his hands at will, Urufu has slight telekinetic pull over the swords he creates. While he isn't able to control them for extremely complicated manoeuvres, he is capable of raising some from the ground and firing them like projectile weapons, form walls, or even create a dome around himself.

The first disadvantage is the chant that Urufu must express to activate the technique. It is very long and if interrupted, can stop the technique from happening. This chant will be posted below. One other thing about the swords he creates is they aren't as strong as real weapons. A regular sword versus one of Urufu's swords would result in the true sword winning.

Chant: Ego os omnium ferrum
Argentum corpus et sanguinem si vita
I furati mille abilities
Unknown morti, non notum Life
Resist adipisci dolore scientiarum
Sed haec nunquam manus aliquid creare
Exspectans retributionem habeo piget
Unde, precor, ferro opera infinita.