Anima Mortis

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Name: Anima Mortis

Age: 504, looks 26

Gender: Male

Personality: Direct - Very straightforward and to-the-point, Anima does not beat around the bush. If there is something he wants, he is immediately after it without delay. He will not lie if it will not benefit him in the least, nor will he attempt to sugar-coat things if the option is available. He is a merciless, determined being.

Cold - Anima doesn’t seem to care about anyone around him, nor does he particularly care about anything around him. If it will not assist him in his goals, then it must be an obstacle to be removed.

Intelligent - Having studied most of his life on every possible subject he could get his hands on, Anima has attained a knowledge on studying. Because of the medium of his abilities, Anima is also very analytical in nature.

Depressed - Nothing seems to please Anima, and he is caught in a state of depression that will never truly leave him. This does not mean he is a whiny little bitch, but rather he will sometimes seem to simply stare into space distractedly. He does not let this get in the way of his goals.

Appearance


Tier: W/E
If Applicable, Position: N/A
What Race: Shinigami

Brief History: The year was 1907, and the Roman peasants were revolting against their poverty and hunger. Nearly 11,000 humans died, and it was a slaughter of great monument. One of the few who hadn’t died was named Anima Mortis, an infant of only three days old. Unfortunately, his parents had died valiantly in the war, fighting for their country and son. Taken in by a refuge shelter, he grew up along with 12 other orphans in the Heaven Rescued Orphanage. Most others, as they grew older, exhibited signs of improvement and emotional duress. Anima did not. The young boy grew cold and distant from the other children. At 5 year olds, his favorite pass time was to sit in the corner and stare into nothing. At 15, this hadn’t changed. Growing older, he never managed to become adopted. No one wanted such a miserable child. His only comfort was to visit the tomb of his parents. Progressively, Anima slipped into a lonely depression that caused him to take on violent and aggressive tendencies. Everything bothered him. If someone so much as looked at him funnily, he would snap and either insult them horrifically, or literally beat the shit out of them.

Because of his behavior, Anima was eventually placed in solitary confinement in the orphanage. With only his schooling to keep him company, Anima delved into it, studying everything he could get his hands on. When he got out of this confinement, he would have every door opened to him. Being trapped in that little room made him realize that he wanted nothing in his way. No more barriers. Everything would be at his fingertips. The world would be at his disposal. And it was, in a sense. By the time Anima graduated from school, he had high honors and was the top of his class. Bidding the tomb of his parents goodbye, Anima was ready to go. He was immediately invited (not accepted, but actually invited) into M.I.T, resulting in Anima moving to America. Three weeks after graduation, he was on a boat to Massachusetts. The trip wasn’t memorial.

The only thing special that happened on the boat was the sinking of it. In the year of 1925, Anima Mortis died. As the light faded from his cold eyes, his soul chain immediately expunged itself from his flesh. A flash of light, and Anima was back in Rome. The chains bound themselves to his parents’ tomb. For the next five months, the soul of Anima Mortis stood in front of the door to his parents’ tomb and screamed his incorporeal head off. This attracted the attention of a very large hollow. It must have been on the verge of evolving into a Gillian, for it was huge. Instead of attacking Anima, however, it merely stared at it. Watching the creature, Anima stopped screaming and stared back defiantly. He didn’t give a fuck what this thing was. If it was here to fight, Anima would fight. For three days the two stared at each other, and Anima’s fists were clenched the entire time. The hollow liked that. Spinewrencher, the name of the hollow, was very amused by this kid.

Not a single word was spoken to another, but they both eventually found a mutual respect for each other. Anima saw this hollow as something beyond, something achievable. This was better then being dead. Maybe the hollow would turn him into …whatever he was. For the first time in his entire life, Anima saw hope for something in the future. As for the hollow, he saw Anima as a heartless murderer. If he devoured him, who knows what would happen. Maybe he would be taken over. For the first time since he died, Spinewrencher felt unease.

Unfortunately for the two of them, they would never see what would happen to them. A shinigami was attracted by the mass amount of reiatsu in the area and came to investigate. Upon seeing the hollow, he attacked instantly. Immediately in shikai, silken ropes captured the hollow before black chains ripped through it and eviscerated the creature. Screaming again, Anima was mortified. His future. It was gone. Thinking that Anima was merely afraid, the shinigami immediately gave him a soul burial. Everything went black.

When he awoke, he was surrounded by a group of black-clad people that simply exuded power. They informed him of everything that had happened, and then explained to him how he was supposed to live now. When the basic information was explained to him, he was summoned to the Chamber of 46 for questioning. Why had he survived against the hollow for so long? A hollow did not sit and watch a soul for three days without doing anything. Something must have prevented him from attacking, and they wanted to know what. When Anima couldn’t provide an answer, their only conclusion was to train him as a shinigami in an effort to unlock his hidden abilities and see if they had anything to do with it. Enrolled in the Shinigami Academy, it was time to put his brains to use.

For the next 400 years, Anima trained in the ways of the shinigami. It wasn’t difficult to pass the shinigami academy’s literary exams and whatnot. His intense studying methods allowed for him to focus and remember all that he read and was taught. When it came to the combat portions, his aggressive nature allowed him to reap the benefits of beating the crap out of what bothered him. Needless to say, he graduated from the exam on his first try, something that nobody doubted he would be available to. Unfortunately for him, he would never be able to unlock his shikai and use it to his full potential.

During his years in the Shinigami Academy, he had a rival named Aziz Quetzl. Aziz was jealous at the ease that Anima did whatever he wanted to do, no matter what it was. Sneaking into his room late one night, he incapacitated him with a chloroform-like substance and dragged him into the human world using an illegal Senkaimon. Cast into the world of the living once more, Anima was disgusted. Things had changed in the time he had left. No matter. He needed to get back to Soul Society and unlock his shikai. That was necessary. It was an evolution from what he was. As it stood, he had barely progressed from the time he first joined. Sure, he was capable of performing flash step and wasn’t too bad at kido, but that wasn’t an evolution by any means.

Luckily, Aziz was stupid and dropped him in the one place that he thought would cripple Anima with fear. The middle of the ocean. He knew that Anima hated being alone, and nothing was more isolated then the pacific ocean’s center. Floating about the crystal waves of the water on a platform of reishi condensed under his feet, Anima had time to think. Staring down into the water depths of the ocean, he saw something that made the hair stick up on the back of his neck. A wreck was on the floor of the ocean, half-covered in coral and sand. Nonetheless, it was his ship. His corpse was down there. It was rotten and nibbled on by the fish of the sea, but it was down there. He was never recovered. He wasn’t remembered.

Gritting his teeth, his determination was set. He couldn’t just sit by here and watch himself be forgotten. His parents had died fighting for something they believed in. Anima’s only goal was to evolve. Grasping that idea and dream, he needed to evolve and he knew it. He needed to take charge of his own life. Looking deep inside of himself, Anima greeted the one being on the planet that could help him, Sentio. Greeting the magician in a large arena that reminded him of home, Anima nearly laughed. His cold blue eyes stared at the empty seats surrounding him.

”Sentio… I need your help.” Kneeling to the man that stood before him, Anima was completely at his will. He didn’t want to fuck around. He needed to evolve by any means necessary. ”Rise, Anima. If you want my help, you’ll have to earn it.” Holding a long cane in his hand, he slid his hand down the cane cryptically. As soon as his hand passed over the cane, it transformed into a sword. Drawing the same sword from his sheath, Anima nodded. He figured it would come to this. It always did. Nothing came easy in his life. Besides, if it wasn’t worth fighting for, it wasn’t worth it.

Using his shunpo, Anima launched towards Sentio with his sword swinging. Blocking it easily, a simple flick of the blade and palm-thrust to the chest sent a disarmed Anima flying backwards. Crashing into one of the seats, he grimaced. Of course Sentio wouldn’t be defeated so easily. What was he thinking, just flying in there like that? Picking himself up from the rubble, he dusted himself off. Locating his sword, he started a path for it. Suddenly, he heard echoing steps. Sentio was headed towards him. Keeping his eyes on him as he crept towards his zanpakuto, he nearly gasped. Sentio flicked the sword, and it immediately transformed. No longer did he hold a simple katana. In his hand was an eight-foot buster sword.

”Fuck.” Cursing, he dove for his sword. Immediately, Sentio was in front of him. Swinging the sword in a wide arc, Anima was nearly slashed in half. Ducking at the last moment, the top of his hair was given a bit of a shave. Great. Not only was the sword long, but it was sharp as well. Thankfully, the duck allowed him to reach his sword. Grabbing the hilt, he drove the blade up and tried to slash through Sentio’s crotch. Unfortunately, he snapped his fingers and clothes transformed into a suit of medieval armor. The magician had become a knight. Swearing as his sword clanged off the metal, Anima rolled backwards. Looking at his sword, he wondered if he could accomplish such feats of magic. He needed his sword to evolve as well if he wanted to win. Not only did he need to evolve, but his sword needed to evolve as well. Evolution was necessary for Anima no matter how one looked at it.

Jumping backwards, he narrowly avoided a slash from the monster sword that Sentio wielded. ”Don’t take your eyes off me, foolish one.” Sentio snickered, before flicking the large sword once more. It immediately transformed into a rapier matching the armor. Glaring with his cold eyes, Anima took a step back. Smiling, he closed his eyes. Sentio laughed, before launching forward. Trying to sense him via reiatsu, he found he couldn’t. Was it because they were the same being in essence? No, he still felt the sword. In fact, all he felt was the sword. No, he felt the armor as well. How come he couldn’t feel the core?

Snapping his eyes open, he blocked the slash with his katana and sidestepped around Sentio. Of course. Slashing backwards, the tip of the blade punctured the armor slightly, drawing the faintest amount of blood. He was still there. His reiatsu hadn’t disappeared. It had changed. Of course! Figuring out what had happened, Anima shunpo’d forward a couple dozen meters. Turning, he laughed. So simple. Closing his eyes once more, he concentrated on the sword in his hand. Feeling it for what it was, he delved his very soul into the sword. Feeling every scratch on the steel, every bend in the metal, and every stitch in the fabric of the handle, he understood. Pulling the soul of the sword back into his own body, he mimic’d the frequency as well as he could. Pushing it back into the sword, coupled with his own, he forced it as hard as he could.

Immediately, the blade transformed into a replica of the buster sword that Sentio carried earlier. Sentio swallowed audibly. He had figured out how to Call upon an object’s soul? Smiling, Sentio took a step forward. Good. He wouldn’t have to hold back anymore. Flicking his rapier and shrugging his shoulders, the clothing and sword reverted back to their original state. ”Ah, Anima… You never cease to amaze. Good luck.” Anima gritted his teeth. Sentio did not seem nervous. He seemed almost happy that he … no longer had to hold back. Widening his eyes, Anima took an instinctive step back. No. Now was not the time for cowardice. Gripping the hilt of his sword with both of his hands, he took a step forward. Suddenly, the two disappeared.

Clashing in the middle with identical swords, the regular katanas attacked their twins with ferocity. Equal fighting styles. With every slash, the two rose higher into the air, propelled by the force of their strikes. With every slash, the swords transformed. Rapier vs. Claymore. Buster sword vs. Longsword. It was a different match-up every time. Eventually, Anima grew frustrated. Flipping backwards off of a parallel strike, he kicked Sentio’s chest, sending him flying back into the rubble that Anima had previously inhabited. Landing on the ground in front of him -hard-, he began walking forward. The time had come for Anima to get something for his work. Bringing the katana high above his head, he stared at Sentio without mercy. Smiling, the spirit closed his eyes and lowered his head. As the blade dropped, it severed through the flesh of his inner spirit. The moment Sentio was decapitated, Anima woke up.

”Rumpus Speculum Quod Ostendo Sum Quis Subter Supter, Sentio” Holding the katana high in the air, he slashed downward. It appeared as if nothing had changed for the man, but he knew. He knew he had entered his shikai. Staring at the waters around him, Anima felt the souls of all man-made objects calling out to him, begging to evolve. Staring down at the ship below him, he smiled. He knew exactly what to do. Inhaling deeply, he dispersed the platform beneath his feet. Dropping into the icy waters, he swam for the ship. Grabbing onto the hull, he closed his stinging eyes against the blue waves and concentrated on the boat that he would attempt to Call upon.

In mere moments, the ship had been restored to its former glory. As it rose from the sea, water spilled from the deck back into the ocean. Clearing the corpses into the sea, he disposed of all souls still trapped to their bodies using the Soul Burial method taught to him in his fourth week at the soul academy. Setting course for shore, Anima set off.
Eventually, he had made it to the western world. Tracking hollow attacks, he hunted for a few months before a shinigami had shown up to take care of a rather nasty Gillian. Upon greeting Anima, he allowed his brother soul reaper to join him in his senkaimon back home.

Greeting Aziz with a punch to the face the moment he returned home, he slaughtered the shinigami where he stood. None cared. Aziz was a dick, and his attitude was so bad that the other shinigami merely ignored it. They blamed it on a hollow or something. Anima didn’t remember. Soon after this, he was given the task of heading to Earth in order to assist a shinigami squad in fighting the strongest Adjuchas they had ever encountered.

Unfortunately, Anima would not return to Soul Society. Although they had defeated the Adjuchas, Anima was trapped in a grapple and thrown into a garganta that sent him straight to Hueco Mundo. Having no way of returning home, he was stuck in Hueco Mundo for several centuries. Barely surviving some nasty encounters, his skill with sensing reiatsu and Calling on the souls of things allowed for him to formulate a garganta-like kido spell and return to Soul Society.

His time in Hueco Mundo merely made him thirst for more power. He needed to evolve. After refusing an offer to join a squad, he returned to Earth under the pretense of watching over Rome for Hollows. Although he was doing this, he was also mastering his shikai, and learning how to achieve his Bankai. Occasionally, he would pop back into Soul Society for “orders” and other pleasantries, but for the most part, he stayed in Rome.

Associated Character: Urufu Azathoth

Basic Powers:

Zanpakuto Spirit: Sentio

Inner World:

[Locked]Shikai
Release Phrase: Rumpus Speculum Quod Ostendo Sum Quis Subter Supter, Sentio

Natural substances, materials, and items are created from the elements of the planet combining in some form to produce a construct. Other objects, those made by man, had to have had a First. This First was what early man based their creations on, the original blueprint if you will. Using the Fullbring theory that every object has a soul, the special ability known as Calling utilizes this soul along with the user’s soul to “evolve” that item closer to its First.

The first step in doing this is to manipulate the user’s own Soul Frequency to match the Object in question. This happens by sending a “pulse” of spiritual into that object in order to get a feel for that soul (in a similar fashion to calling someone with a phone). After the user’s soul matches the object’s soul (when this happens, the user’s soul will stop feeling like their respective species, and become that of the object, for example a human whom Calls a sword will then “feel” like a sword.).

After the user’s soul matches the object’s soul in frequency, the user will meld with the object on an ethereal plane. This does not mean the object in question will be absorbed into the user, but rather their souls will combine. They will remain separate components in the physical world, however. The two become one.

This is merely the first step in activating the Calling’s true ability. After the user and item meld their souls, the user gains the ability to manipulate the physical properties of the item. Because the soul of the being and item are one, this is as casual as moving one’s own arm. Using a sword as an example, the user becomes capable of increasing its density, sharpness, size, designs, etc. The sword must remain as a sword, however. The user cannot turn the sword into a hammer. They CAN change the make-up of the object, however, and transform a plastic sword into a real sword, for example.

The actual ability of Calling is not merely physical manipulation. The final stage of calling is to force the user’s spiritual energy into the object and force it into an evolution by combining this with the ability to alter the physical aspects. Because every man-made object has a primordial model that they are based on (known as a First), this evolution is known as the First Form. Activating the Final Form transforms that item into a replica of the original.

This is not a perfect art. Achieving a true First Form takes much practice and usually more then one Calling on that item. Because of this, that object will have various stages of evolution. Depending on how one thinks that item should evolve, it may open up another branch of evolutions, equaling out to there being many possibilities of transformation being achieved during a Calling.

The more one transforms an item, and the more familiar with it they become, the easier it becomes to manipulate that particular item. They will eventually own a mental blueprint of the transformed object, and will find it very simple to transform any base object of that type into the respective transformation that they desire. Not all man-made objects can be transformed like this by any particular Caller. Every Caller has an affinity for a certain object, and will find Calling objects of that type much easier then others.

In-Depth Example: A Caller by the name of Alexander Abraham has an affinity for the object type “Housing”. By creating a lean-to on a sandy beach, Alex would have sufficient shelter for the night. Unfortunately, a lean-to isn’t THAT reliable in windy weather. Thankfully, Alexander is capable of Calling that lean-to, and transforming it into a Tent, House, Castle, Fortress, etc.

Chain of Evolution: Lean-To < Tent < House < Castle < Fortress < Mount Olympus

However, simply because this particular object would require a large amount of spiritual energy to Call into its First Form, Alexander simply needs to Call it into a Tent or House, both of which would be much more useful then a Lean-To on a cold, windy night.[/Locked]

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Shunpo of moderate degree

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Comments/Notes: Fine by me
Tier: 3-1

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