Alexander Holmes [Approved 2-1+]

Mon Aug 29, 2011 2:22 am

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General Information
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Name: Alexander Holmes
Appearance Age: His age is indiscernible. He is not a child, as he stands too tall for that, and is not elderly, as he neither has the stoop of age nor a brittleness to his bones, but any other defining features have been wiped clean. He could be anything from 16 to 60, and not even he knows the true answer.
True Age: In terms of his spiritual age, he is close to 700, although he has never made an attempt to keep track. Such frivolous needs escape him, as when one is dieing, he does not care how old he was, only that he was not old enough.
Gender: Male, surprisingly enough. Most would assume that, being a blank slate, he would have no genitalia. But he is distinctively male, in both build and appendages.

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Overall Appearance
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Appearance: Alex is probably one of the more marvelous people you could lay eyes upon, mainly in the fact that he is barely an individual. His body reminds one of a manikin, his flawless pale skin only marred by the shadow cast by his muscular physique. Even if cut, once the wound had healed it would leaves no scars, no matter how deep the gash or how jagged the edge. He has no features whatsoever, no fingerprints or hand prints, no hair along his arms or legs, (and one would assume none in other areas as well) and even his DNA would automatically bond to every testing adjent, meaning he was essentially every person at the same time.

The most startling part of his anonymity, and the most ironic one, is the lack of all facial features. In short, Alex has no eyes, nose or mouth, and does not even harbour the correct shape of skull to have them. His head, where his face should be, is solid skin and bone that curves into an average shaped human skull. The only feature on his head that is noticeable is his ears, still sticking from the sides of his skull as if a testament to his attempt at individuality. His head is hairless and beardless, and remains that way with no upkeep.

Alex has forgone comfort to give himself a look that not only allows him to easily blend into shadow, but also stand out in a crowd if need be. It makes him feel like more of an individual, although he would never admit this to himself. His shoes are small and light leather sneakers, designed to smoothly form to both the shape of his foot and the shape of the ground. They have no laces and are made of a dark brown leather, almost black. The pants that come down to the rim of the said shoes are made of a light silicone based fabric that is designed to blend in with dark backgrounds while still allowing full range of movement.

His upper body supports no shirt. Instead he uses long layers of bandages to cover himself, starting at his waste from under his pants and covering him completely to the top of his head. His arms are normally covered, but during a fight he tears off the bandages to allow a fuller range of movement. Over top of these wrappings is a long leather trench coat with a thin hood that hooks over his face, obscuring the view of it. The leather is a dark brown, almost black, and looks to be well worn. It bears no pockets and has only three buttons closer to the top of Alex's chest.

Alex always wears a mask to preserve the little known fact of his disfigurements. The mask is a solid white oval that covers his head from brow to chin. It has no bumps or markings of any kind, and is often mistaken for a hollow mask.
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Personality
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• Likes |

Quiet § When it is quiet in an area, Alex is able to relax much easier, as because of his loss of sight and smell his sense of hearing has improved greatly.
The dark § Although he does not really understand what the dark is, he knows that when he is in it his enemies are at a large disadvantage, and this pleases him.
People who talk to him § The loss in his soul has made him almost unapproachable, so anyone who actually comes and has a conversation with him, he automatically takes a liking to. Even if they are an asshole to him, he would probably just laugh it off.
Fighting § It is one of the few things that Alex is good at and able to fully do without the use of his eyes and mouth, and thus he has become skilled at it over the years, and enjoys it to no end. Especially because his enemies fear him for all the right reasons.

• Dislikes |

Affixation with beauty § Being blind, he finds vain people stupid and unethical. If someone makes a comment on how he looks or how someone else looks, it pisses him off to no end.
Complex emotions § Another side effect of his partial Soul is that, while he can still feel complex emotions, he does not understand them, and most likely never will. Things like love, hate, trust, friendship, and anger will never make any sense to him, even though he feels them.
Fear § He absolutely hates fear, and anyone who shows it, whether it be of him or anyone else. It pisses him off that anyone would let such a useless emotion sway their feelings towards someone or something.
Anything incorporeal § Things that do not move around on the ground or have no reitsu signature piss him off, as he has no way of locating them. This includes ranged weapons and things like planes.

• Flaws |

The Obvious § He has no eyes or Mouth or nose, so all his senses have been extremely stunted.
Fear Aura § Anyone who comes near him has the immediate instinct to move as far away as possible because of his fractured soul.

• Habits |

Hiding alone § Alex has become used to his loneliness, and almost relishes in it. He can often be found hiding in a dark area of the Soul society. Or in most cases, he can't be found, but that is a technicality.
Sheathing and unsheathing his blades § Often, when thinking, Alex will sheath and unsheathe his blades repeatedly, making a small metal against metal scrape whenever he does.

• Fears | Alex is a man of few fears, as he has lost his full understanding of the emotion itself. he can feel fear, but unlike most people, it does not register that the thing he is afraid of should be stayed away from. That being said, he is afraid of many things. He is afraid of women and the other confusing feelings that stir inside him when he is around them. He is afraid of children, for the fear they have of him hurts him inside, and he is very afraid of reprimand, as it means he has failed at something that someone without a disability could have completed.
• Goals | Alex has never really had much of a drive to gain things, as there is not much in life that would make his living situation any better. He might want friendship, but he does not know how to feel the emotions for it. Another possible want could be respect, but the feeling that he gets from others respect is somewhat dulled by the fear that comes along with it. Over all, Alex does not really have a goal, besides staying alive and protecting the innocent.
• Overall Personality | It is hard to tell what Alex is thinking, because he barely shows any emotion, not only because of his lack of facial features. He just sees no need to, as social graces are completely lost on him. Why does another person care whether Alex is sad or happy, excited or bored. Really, it is none of their business. What he does understand, however, is that sometimes people need him to acknowledge that he is hearing them, for some odd reason. This does not mean that he will actually do this, it just means he understands it. Often, while someone is talking to him, he will be off doing something completely different, all the while showing absolutely no outward signs that he is paying attention. He still hears what they are saying and registers it, but he doesn’t show this to people.

When fighting, Alex completely ignores his enemies, If they talk to him, he just takes that moment to attack, not waiting for them to finish their sentence. He sees their lack of focus as a weakness, and thinks that anyone who would be foolish enough to try to speak to their enemy is either too weak to fight or stupid. Either way, he always goes for the kill quickly and efficiently, never leaving his enemies time for their last words. There would be time for that when they had been reborn.

Alex does not get along well with other people. Its not that he tries to be distant and frightening, it just happens to him. So, he has learned to live without emotional contact. That being said, when he is forced into a situation like that, he will often be confused and this confusion often leads to anger or despair, as he cannot express his confusion in a way that the other person would understand.
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Zanpukto
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Zanpakutō Name: There is no name, as neither Alex nor his spirit can speak. Instead, it is a series of images and feelings that were transferred between the small bat and Alex inside his inner world. It would loosely translate to “The Darkness that is Silence” or “Silent Night.”

Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance: His Zanpacto Spirit is a small and unassuming bat. He is about the size of a clenched fist when curled up, and his wingspan stretches about a foot and a half wide. The dark leathery feel of his skin is somewhat dulled by the small fur that grows on his midsection. It does not extend onto his wings, however, and the skin stretched between them almost matches the colour of Alex's trench coat.

Silent Night can be formed out of solid reishi particles as long as Alex is in an area with a high concentration of reitsu, whether this reitsu is created by a being or the surrounding area does not matter. He can also use his own reitsu to create the bat, but prefers not to as it forces him to release reitsu, allowing people to trace him. The bat seems to instantly form out of small black particles, and when it disappears it turns to black dust before dissipating.

Zanpakutō Spirit Personality: Silent night is the perfect partner for Alex as he loves silence. Not absence of sound, mind you, but the silence that can only be found through quiet noises and repeated sounds, much like what you hear when you walk at night. Alex is adept and finding and blending in with this silence, and Silent Night is more than happy to assist. All that Silent night wants from this world it to create the mist silence possible, and does not care for the ulterior motives that Alex or the Soul Society posses.

Inner World: Alex’s inner world is nothingness, as far as the eye can see. There is no noise, no light, no colors, no sound, and no feeling. If one were to go there without having lived without sight for as long as Alex has, they would probably go insane with the lack of anything corporal. Alex just accepts it easily and is able to fully grasp the almost incorporeal state he is in whilst in the inner world. Sometimes though, Alex will have a slightly different experience when he goes to this place. Instead of complete nothingness, he will be in a globe of white, and he will be able to see. Not much, because the white globe is never-ending and only white, but he would see himself and his Zanpakutō spirit, something that, when it happened to first time, confused him to no end.

Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: Although his sword now only seals itself when Alex is knocked unconscious or asleep, it is still worth mentioning what it looks like, as it holds some significance to Alex’s personality. Instead of the extravagant katanas that most shinigami have, Alex’s is very simple. It is a slightly curved single edged blade that has no interesting markings, and the hit is simply a piece of metal that sticks out on both sides of the blade. The grin is just steel wrapped in a black cloth, and the end of the hilt is a small copper cap that helps to hold the wrappings in place. Overall, his shikai is just like him; simple, but effective.

Release Phrase: N/A (His Shikai is a constant release type, and the first time it was released his Zanpakutō spirit released it for him.)

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Shikai Information
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Shikai Appearance: Alex’s shikai is extremely frightening in its appearance. It is two clockwork blades that are strapped to the back of his forearms. These blades are hidden in leather sheaths underneath arm plates that cover the back of his forearms. Extending from the sides of the guards are gears that spin and whir constantly, although they are completely silent. All over the plates are small holes where the center of the gears should be, but instead of simple bolts or screws, there are actual living eyes instead. Although the gears are spinning, the eyes never do. If anyone with any noticeable spiritual power stands near Alex, the eyes are turn and point towards that person.

The actual blades that extend from the sheaths are about a foot long, and are double edged. They are three fingers wide at the base and stay that wide for about 5 inches before they narrow to a point. If you look at the bade from the side it is about a half an inch thick at the base and narrows to a quarter inch at the point. These blades only have two states, fully pulled back and fully extended, and these changes are done by Alex simple flexing a specific muscle in his arm, one that is only flexed when one makes a fist and pulls their hand in, bending it at the wrists. When he does this, the sword on the corresponding arm will extend or retract.

The leather covering that covers the blades is wrapped completely around his arms and does not look like it has a way to un-strap it. It also extends to his hands and covers them with leather as well, and the inside of the glove is covered in a metallic substance similar to a very fine chainmail. On the tip of each finger is a metal claw that can also be retracted slightly. The claws are about an inch long when fully extended, and when retracted they only stick about a quarter inch past the finger.

Shikai Abilities: ((As I have had some issues with this, I will now explain it in full. He does not have a gin power. His blades do not extend forever or something. They just sheath and unsheathe themselves. Think of Ezio from Assassin's Creed 2! Just like his except on the back of his arm instead of the inside! Thank you for listening :P))

Alex's blades are completely designed with stealth in mind, and to let Alex make his kills silently and efficiently, without the need for head on combat. Not to say that they cannot be used to fight in the open, but that is not what they were designed for. Their main ability, that he uses often, is that they can be retracted and then shot out to full length again, with enough force to easily stab through a skull. Even if he is holding the sheath directly against a man’s head, when he releases the sword it would cut through him. Other than this, he uses the weapons simply for fighting, as they do not grant him any more attack abilities.

The last thing that these blades grant him is the ability to sense reitsu at a hugely detailed level, along with a second sense that comes from an extremely high pitched sound that constantly comes from his blades. This sound cannot be heard by any known animal, but his blades can hear it and unconsciously send the information that it receives back to Alex’s brain. This gives him a fairly clear image of where things are around him at all times, similar to a bats sonar. This, combined with his enhanced reitsu sensing abilities, almost negates his inability to see. Of course, he cannot see colours, but this is a small setback. Also, although he can see reitsu signatures through walls, he cannot see what is inside a room using his sonar unless he has opened a door or looked through an open window. The range of the sonar is about 100 meters.

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Bankai Information
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Bankai Appearance: N/A

Bankai Abilities: N/A
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Inner Hollow & Mask
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Inner Hollow Description: Alex's inner hollow is more of a feeling, as Alex cannot see. No one will ever see what Alex's inner hollow looks like as no one else with sight can go into his inner world. Still, the hollow reeks of fear an vengeance, and whenever he is there Alex is so overwhelmed by his presence that he begins to breath heavily and loses the will to move. The bat sends him images of pain, death and loss whenever the presence is near, further affecting Alex's sanity.

Inner Hollow Personality:Alex's inner hollow is Alex's most hated enemy, and yet there is nothing Alex can do to remove him. The hollow is the remnants of the hollow that devoured a piece of Alex's soul, forever marring him and reducing his existence. The hollow hates him to keeping the beast trapped inside Alex's mind, and Alex hates the hollow for destroying his life and afterlife, as the case may be. Still, the hollow gets no end of pleasure from tormenting Alex, pretending to know what his life was like before he died, speaking of all the secrets Alex could learn if only he would give up his body. Alex has constantly refused, although he is extremely tempted by the offers.

The hollow only lives to take control of Alex's body, making it extremely hard to control and dangerous to him. He constantly fights for control, although through years of training Alex has put a stiff lock and key on the hollow in his mind. Still, when fighting, Alex can hear the dark breathing of the beast from every angle, and knows that he is waiting for a moment of weakness so he can take the only thing left that Alex has; his freedom.

When the hollow is in control, its only instinct is to eat. It wants to devour all the souls in the area, as it died with its stomach only half full. It will attack the strongest soul in the area instinctively, although Alex now commands him vaguely on who to attack and what tactics to use. It often uses its newly grown mouth to bite and tear at his enemies, further showing the mental degradation to the hollow in its hundreds of years of containment.

Inner Hollow Powers: Alex only dons his 'Mask' when he is taken over by the hollow, and thus his combat tactics change completely. Instead of his usual guerrilla style stealth based attacks he resorts to frontal assaults, attempting to overpower his enemies with sheer ferocity. This is helped by the fact that when his mask is present he gains increased strength and speed, and his blades suddenly become two feet long and weight 4 times as much as they did before. The insane attack style that his hollow uses can often bewilder and confuse enemies enough that they leave holes in their guard, allowing a blade to slip through ever now and then.

Hollow Mask Appearance: Instead of creating a mask, Alex removes his. He then tears off the bandages that cover his face, and proceeds to jam his clawed hands in the jaw area, where his mouth should be. After breaking the skin, he tears open his face, revealing a large grinning mouth, its teeth many inches too long and the grin much to wide. The upper area of his face remains blank skin, and the lips just consist of his torn open skin. When the hollow speaks, the head and face to not move, only the teeth do under the skin. It is quite a disturbing sight.

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Vizard Powers
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Vizard Powers: Increased strength and speed, and his blades weight 4 times more and extend to 2 feet instead of one. He also gains the ability to fire Cero, although because of his smaller than normal reitsu the Cero usually lack any real punch. Also, his regeneration speed increases tenfold, although it is still not nearly as fast as high speed regeneration, and he can likewise not heal wounds to vital organs.

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Resurrección
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Resurrección Appearance: N/A

Resurrección Abilities: N/A
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History
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Background: On a day, long long ago, a child was born. He was not born into poverty, nor into wealth, but into a modest home with simple values, the type of home that passed on those values to their children. They generally involved christian tendencies, and large amounts of fear and punishment to get their children on the right path, but they seemed to create a good breed of kids, ones that people would look on and say, "You know what, he is a good guy." Unfortunately for this child, the household he was born into would not be his home for long.

A few months after his birth, the small boy, now named Alex, was taken from his parents. Although he himself never knew what had become of them, if someone were to look into it it would seem as if the family was erased from existence. There is no longer a record of their lives, and just as it was with his parents, no one outside a small group knew of what happened to the boy. It was as if he had never existed to most.

But to the boy, all as not over. He was raised, if one could call it that, in a small dungeon cell in a keep somewhere in the mountains, not that he ever even saw its location. He was rarely allowed to leave his cell, and when he did it was to get the small amount of exercise that they allowed him and the other boys who had been taken captive. They would go into a small indoor hall and be given a ball to do with what they wished for an hour, always once a week. It was rare for Alex to partake in this particular event, as he was not interested in sports.

Often, Alex had wished that he had had at least a small window overlooking the outside world. With his lack of knowledge, any window to anything would have warranted praise and excitement. But no, instead Alex learnt all there was to know about the small cell where he spent the first 8 years of his life. He knew every nook and cranny, where all the bugs generally stayed. In fact, he named all of the larger bugs that lived in his cell, and would cry for hours when one died.

On the day he turned 8, he was taken before a large group of cloaked figures. They looked him over, and, after he was deemed worthy, he was given to one of the men, to take home and be used as a slave. This was not any normal slave trade, however. These slaves would toil for their masters for ten years, whilst under a binding spell of loyalty, and then would be sacrificed to the small cult's demon master.

Before he could begin the next stage of his life as a slave, however, Alex had to go through the binding ritual, supposed to keep him forever loyal to the one he was bound to. Tattoos were placed over his back and arms, all inscribed with daemon's names, and in the center of it all, the name of his new master. He was then taken down out of the mountains, a bag over his head the whole way, until he was thrown painfully into another cell in the basement of a much more dank house.

Fortunately, after the initial day of imprisonment, Alex was given much more freedom. He was, of course, a slave, and thus worked constantly at all hours of the day, but the perks were worth the slavery, at least for now. He got to look out of windows, see people on the busy streets, watch as gardeners tended the garden, (He was not able to go outside and see the garden for himself, but watching through the windows was enough.) and help the cooks prepare the meals for his master and his guests.

After a few years of this though, Alex became angered by his imprisonment. He began to demand to go outside, speak with someone other than his master. He was denied again and again. He eventually became sick of the treatment, and at the age of 17, only a few days from his birthday, and the day he was to be sacrificed, he murdered his master using a fire poker.

He ran for what seemed liked days, catching rides on carts with random travelers until he was so far away that no one old find him. He eventually found work in a labor yard. The work was dangerous, but it paid well enough for him to buy a small plot of land outside the town. He then quit his job and began to farm, after being showed how by one of his neighbors.

At the age of 24, Alex now had a respectable farm and was making enough income that he began to attract local women looking for a husband. He would turn them down again and again, always saying he was not looking for anything like that. On one such an occasion though, he fell in love with the woman at first sight, and her with him. They were married the next month, and lived together happily for many years. They had a child, a baby girl, and Alex began to think his life was going to be perfect.

Unfortunately, it could not last. Alex and his family were attacked one night by a beast that none of them could see, Alex as forced to watch as first his child was killed, and then his wife. He ran, and managed to escape the beast. He left everything behind that night, and began to drift aimlessly across the world, looking for new happiness.

He never found it. One night, while sleeping under a tree, Alex looked over the field and saw his wife standing there, arms spread wide, waiting for him. He got up and ran to her, but it was not his wife when he got there, but the same beast who had attacked them that night, using his wife's soul to lure him away. He was first killed physically by the beast, and it began to devour his soul swell.

Out of nowhere, a man in a black robe jumped from behind the beast, and with one mighty swing of his sword, cleaved it in two. But when the man in black went to release the lost soul who the beast had been attacking, he saw something that dismayed him to no end. The soul before him had no face, no distinguishing features of any kind. It seems the beast had only absorbed part of his soul, and now the man was doomed to live his life in the Soul Society faceless. With a sigh, the man in black tapped the soul with his sword, letting it return to the Soul Society.

Alex awoke sometime later, the sun of the Soul Society beating down on him. He could feel the heat, and hear the bustle of people walking around him, but he could not see it. And when he tried to call out for help, he found his mouth unable to move. Not as if he could ever have moved it though. It was as if the mouth had never even been there, that there were no muscles connected to his lips. He would have cried, except he found he had no eyes whatsoever.

Alex wandered through the Rukongai for days, no one stopping and taking pity on him. Anyone who walked anywhere near him would instantly walk quickly away trying their best to stay away from one so tainted. And the few who did get past the strange aura would instantly back away once they saw his face. This existence lasted for much longer than it should have. Soon the days stretched to weeks, and then to months. Still, Alex wandered, although now he was finding he could sense where people stood, almost like a glowing shape in his head that let him see them.

Eventually, he overheard people talking about the shinigami, and their strange abilities. He would, from that time on, follow any shinigami he found around. Strangely, their glows were much stronger than the average person, so it was easy for Alex to pick them out of a crowd. By this point, Alex was able to see a faint outline of the buildings. He assumed that they were made from the same substance as the people, but had less of it.

While following the shinigami, he learned of many things, like reitsu and the special powers that came along with it. Once, he saw a young girl who was doing a test to see if she could go to their academy. She focused, and a glowing ball appeared above her hand, at least in Alex’s mind. So, for days, Alex sat in a corner in one of the back streets of the rukongai, trying to create his own ball. He was eventually able to, the small glowing orb appearing on his hands filling his heart with new hope.

On the day that the shinigami came looking for new recruits, Alex found a package of white bandages and wrapped them around his head, completely covering his face. When he went to the test, the shinigami were surprised, not only by his odd appearance, but by the fact that he could control his reitsu so well, in some cases better than some of the testers. He was immediately signed up from the academy, with some difficulty as he could not talk to tell them his name and information.

Alex found the academy boring, as he was exempt from many of the tests because of his inability to speak or see. He could not cast Kidō, and his ability to fight hand to hand was considered mediocre, at best. He could fight fairly well for someone with no eyes, but he could not catch the subtle movements of his enemies thanks to his lack of sight. He cursed himself, but almost out of pity, the academy passed him and put him into one of the lowest positions possible in the 2nd division.

He never really advanced in the squad, always staying at the lower tier along with the old and the meek. It really pissed him off that he could not seem to improve, but no matter what he did he always hit a wall of inability, thanks to his lack of sight. Luckily for him, his sword was like an extension of his body, so he did not need to see it to wield it. That was probably the only thing that kept him in the squad.

He was on a routine patrol of the human world along with some of his fellow squad mates when he finally overcame his disabilities. It had been a standard patrol until when they were about to leave, and they were beset by a hollow. This hollow was stronger than any they had seen before, and they were supposed to call backup if that was the case. Unfortunately, the man with the communicator was taken out by the hollow before he could radio for help. Alex ran forward to strike at the beast, but was knocked into a wall by the strong monster, and fell into unconsciousness.

He soon awoke, only in a strange place he had never been before. He could sense nothing, except for a small bird shaped object a few hundred meters awake. It slowly approched him, and as it got closer, Alex realized it was a bat. It eventually got within a few meters of Alex, and softly and slowly landed on his shoulder. Alex did not complain, and ignored the instict to hit it off as it bit into his shoulder. In a few seconds Alex knew what he had to do, a series of images had flashed through his mind and explaned a contract to him. He would be given power by this bat, allowing him to unseal his blade. This would only happen once, and it would remain unsealed. Do not let it re-seal, he was warned, as it will never unseal again.

Alex's limp body awakened, and as it did, a burst of reitsu exploded from the area and sent dust flying in all directions. The other members of his squad were all down, some with missing limbs and even a few had been devoured by the beast, but the ones that were still concious looked over at the centre of the dust in awe. The dust spiralled, turning into a miniature whirlwind, and then instantly dispersed, revealing Alex.

He stood tall, the normal hesitancy in his body structure gone. On both arms were new gauntlets and bracers, and the sleeves of his trench coat had been torn off. From his point of view, everything could be seen crystal clear. He briefly looked at his new weapons, and what he saw was strangely comforting. Two glowing curled up bat wings rested on the back of his arms, although he was sure that was not what others saw.

The hollow looked as if it would attack Alex, but he did not get the chance, Alex moved faster than even he thought possible, and the next thing the hollow knew, there were three large slices through its mask. Alex landed behind him in a crouched stance as the hollow disintegrated. Without even a thought for his dieing teammates, he opened the gate to the Soul society and walked through, leaving that part of his life behind him. The gate attendants looked at the carnage and quickly dispatched a healing squad, and looked on in wonder at the division 2 shinigami who had defeated the beast.

From that moment on, Alex became one of the best assets to the Executive Squad of the Omnistukido. He was silent, deadly and felt no empathy for those he killed, and thus made the perfect assassin. He moved up the ranks until he could live comfortable, and only went after high level deserters and vizards that had openly declared their hate for the shinigami.

On one such assassination mission, however, something changed within Alex. He was tasked to hunt down a Vizard that was causing havoc in the human world, demolishing buildings and the like. The assassination went smoothly, with the man dieing without even knowing Alex was there, but as the blade slipped between the man's ribcage, something awakened inside of Alex. He felt a disturbingly familiar presence, and was worried as there was no way to tell others of this feeling. He shrugged it off though, knowing there was nothing he could do about it.

He started to have faint glimpses in his sleep, seeing the mask of a hollow that sat on the edge of his memories, haunting him. It began to get worse, to the point where when he slept the hollow would speak with him, taunting him with promises of his lost memories being returned, and letting him see his wife again. Whenever Alex asked what he meant in the dreams, the hollow just laughed and Alex woke up, drenched in sweat.

Still, he continued his duties in the soul society, completing mission after mission, until one day when he was tasked to assassinate a shinigami who had been raping girls in the rukongai. He hunted down the man, and caught him in the act of forcing himself on a girl. She screamed, and he cut the girls throat and continued to have his way with her as she bled out. Alex had been just barely to late to stop him, and as he heard her dieing breath, something clicked inside of him. Rage. Pure unadulterated rage. It flowed through his every pore. It was as if all the anger he had felt since he lost his soul was flowing through him at once, and that was when the beast struck.

With a sickening tear, Alex ripped open his face with the claws on his gauntlets. The hollow took over, and proceeded to loudly and violently tear the man to pieces and eat him, the loud noises drawing a small crowd and bring a group of shinigami to stop him. He turned on the shinigami next, killing two and maiming another before Alex gained control again.

It was not easy for him to gain control however. When he lost the control, he went into his inner world, and met the beast that had been haunting his dreams face to face. The beast stood at about 10 feet tall, its mask a plain white oval, just like Alex's. When the beast spoke, Alex heard the words directly in his mind instead of through his ears, and it frightened him to no end. Even the familiar presence of Silent Night resting on his shoulder did nothing to comfort him.

The beast once again taunted him with memories of his past. He spoke of a girl, the once that he had used to kill Alex. His mask morphed and became the face of a young girl, beautiful beyond comparison, and Alex collapsed, the recognition so powerful it broke his heart, as he had no more memories of her than he had of the hollow. Yet her face made emotions flash through Alex's mind that he had not felt since the loss of his face, and it caused him physical pain to feel them.

Alex rose up from his stupor however, and walked slowly towards the monster, hi right hand blade extended. The beast didn't move, simply spoke in the woman's voice, pleading with Alex not to kill her, telling him that she loved him. Alex kept on walking, and with one blow, sliced the woman's face in half. The beast simply laughed, and Alex awoke in an instant, covered in the blood of the two shinigami and the man he had assassinated.

After seeing what he had done, Alex ran, using his powers as an upper level Omnitsukido member to leave the soul society before the search squads were released.

He wandered for days, constantly avoiding squads of shingami that were hunting him. One day he found a group of shinigami, and sensed a strange hollow like mix to their spiritual pressure. He risked going up to them, and they revealed themselves as members of the Vi\ard corp, an elite group of vizard that remain neutral in fights. Alex thought they may be his way to salvation, and followed them to their base.

Over the next few years, Alex learned to control the hollow inside him, to a point. The hollow still took over his body when he donned his mask, but now he took commands from Alex in this state, something the hollow had angrily agreed to as soon as Alex had learned to stop him from taking over. He now accepts Alex's commands during fights, although he still fights with his own unique style. He no longer attacks friendlies and will leave as soon as Alex orders him too.

Still, Alex is haunted by the girl, and almost every night he sees her face. He will never forget her, and yet he already had.
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RP Sample
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Role Play Sample:
Alex stood stark, his arms tensed and ready to move if even the slightest threat was sensed. He did not know why, but being around this man put him on edge. Then again, he had always noticed that around shinigami. The glow of power that exuded from him automatically caused his shackles to raise, even when he had no conceivable reason to do so. Still, he needed to keep calm. He was sure if he made to rapid a movement the man could slice him up before he could take even one step to the door.

They sat in silence for a moment. No, not silence, but lack of sound. There was a major difference. Alex loved silence, as he was easily able to be silent. Lack of sound, however, made every movement sound like an explosion. The wind seemed to have stopped and the various animals and birds lay silent in sleep. There was not a noise, not from the surrounding houses or the rest of the house. Alex could hear the slightly hoarse breathing of the man overtop of the slight wispy breaths of the girl so clearly it was as if they were breathing in either ear.

And abruptly, the silence ended. The girl began to explain herself, firmly but at the same time gently pulling him forward. The man interrupted with an angry, slightly frightening insult. A peasant? Surely he was more than that. He had expected himself to be an anomaly, something to take interest in. This man must have sensed the odd aura Alex gave off. Alex knew it existed, and yet both the girl and the man seemed to ignore it. Perhaps shinigami did not feel it as a regular soul did. Either way, after the man was done examining his daughter’s damaged throat, he took notice of the slight glow coming from under Alex’s bandages.

The way he spoke about Alex, as if he were not there, angered him. It was not enough that he could neither see them nor join in on the conversation? They had to ignore his presence as well? In any other circumstance, he would have been on the throat of the man, teaching him a lesson in manners. After a moment, Alex retracted the thought. It was not the man’s fault he was rude, he had been raised that way. Noble children often grew up to have an inflated ego, as Alex had seen in the years he had lived in the Soul Society. Still, maybe in the future he would show the man he was no object to be appraised.

She spoke of his attributes, and she was correct on most parts. This girl was very astute with her observations, but she did not know the truth behind her words. He knew that he would make a perfect assassin, and not just for the reasons specified. He had never felt any sort of empathy for another being while he was in this form, except for the rarest of cases. He had watched entire families be murdered in some of the darker areas of the slums and had felt not even a twinge of sadness or regret. He knew that if he killed a man, he would not dwell on him for longer than it took to wipe off his blade with the man’s shirt. It frightened him that this was true, but it was true nevertheless.

Suddenly she stated she had wanted a brother. Surely she could not mean… He turned to stare at her, not really understanding her intent. She wished to be his sister? To be his… family? That was new. He had not thought about that before. What if he had a family? Surely the bonds created this way could open him up to a world of new emotions, possibly even unlock his muddled past from his mind. Still, it was an odd thing to say, she barely knew him. In fact, she had not even seen his face. It was the least he could do.

He reached up slowly, pulling the mask off his face and letting his hood fall back. He untied the knot on the back of his head, and began to slowly unwrap the bandages, started from the top of his head and moving towards the bottom of his neck. His blank, ageless face was revealed, the lack of any features the most startling feature of all. Let her see his true being so she may know what it was she wanted as a brother.
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Skill Sheet
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General Skills

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

Racial Skills

Hoho: Adept
Cero/Bala/Kidō: Beginner
Zanjutsu:Advanced
Hakuda: Adept