J'veras Nosfertunda

GENETICS

Character Name: J'Veras Nosfertunda

Character True Age: approximately 450

Character Appearance Age: Late twenties, 28

Character Gender: Male

Orientation: Freelance Arrancar

Personality: J'veras is a strange Enigma among the ranks of the arrancar, preferring to distance himself from the rest of the groups and avoid unnecessary fighting. He is a rather laid back individual, and often is seen burying himself in a book he had taken from the Human's worlds. Ever since the gap between the worlds was weakened, he spent most of his time hanging around the humans, and trying to remain peaceful with the Shinigami. He is mostly peaceful by nature, but has been known to let his temper get the best of him sometimes. He was once compared, by one of the older Arrancar, to the Grimmjow of the old ranks of Espada, before the winter war had broken out. He is a genuine nice guy beneath it all, regardless. When around people he doesn't know, he tends to be slightly more introverted, but retains an outgoing personality, often trying to start a conversation, but never knowing how to. All things considered, once his temper gets a hold of him, he's been said to change entirely. When his temper takes, he becomes a lot more ruthless and bloodthirsty, not stopping until his Zanpakuto finally manages to overcome him and slap some sense into him.

Born as human: 5/5/1976 (approximately 35 years before the entirety of Bleach (such an extravagant time given due to the supposed amount of time required to devour enough souls and kill enough other hollows to gain enough power to become even a Gillian menos.)

GENETIC LOOKS

Appearance: A tall Lanky fellow, He sports Turqouise colored hair, hanging down to his mid-back and pushed up in the front to lay in a permanently windswept fashion, to allow better view of the shockingly emerald green eyes in his unusually feminine facial features. Soft jaw line meets small nose meets slightly upturned eyes, giving him that dignified air of elegance that he is known for. Wears the trademark hakama of the Arrancar, but instead, dyed a sullen gray, signifying his psuedo-dessertion. Along with the hakama he sports a long-sleeved haori, connected in the middle so that it stays one single piece of fabric, the corners of the gray fabric meeting together in a seamless connection. He sports a mysterious olive tinted skin like the human's ancient greeks, along with a mostly toned musculature. J'veras prides himself on his looks, earning him the nickname J'ver the vain from his few peers. He has been known to wear the clothing's of humans as well, ranging in his choice of clothing. (Note: If he is wearing his human clothing, I will note it, and describe in the post.)

Bone Appearance:His hollow fragment makes itself in the form of the front of a circlet on his forehead and two fine, delicate looking bones under his eyes, further defining the starkness of his eye color.

Hollow Hole: His hollow hole manifests itself just below his collarbone, right in the middle of his chest. It is a small hollow hole, barely enough to show on both sides of the connection of his haori.

Reitsu Colour: His reiatsu manifests itself as a purple aura around his body.

ZANPAKUTÔ

Sealed Zanpakutô: His Zanpakuto in it's sealed state takes on traditional katana form, and is one of the few twin blade when sealed zanpakuto, without much of a handguard, only enough of one to keep his hand from falling onto the absurdly sharp blade.at the point where the blade tang meets the Tsuba, there is a large half-moon piece of the blade cut out, blade following the cutout. it is a slightly longer blade than most normal katana-form Zanpakuto, reaching 4 and a half feet long compared to a normal katana's three feet. when he calls it's name, it enters a state sort like a shinigami's shikai, in wich the blade is simply attached to his arms by chains of his reishi, allowing him to throw the blades and use them as whips, able to retract them at surprising speeds, due to his control over his own reishi.

Racial Abilities: (Need a moderator's approval on this, not sure where to put it): Due to his ability to pay attention to his reishi, he has learned to manifest his reishi to create mundane objects; such as ropes to hang on to , chains to bind with, or in the case of his zanpakuto, ability to extend the chains to approximately 75 yards, with astounding speeds. (Up to speeds of approximately 40 M/s) Due to his ability to control his reishi so well, he also has a much larger area of sensing reishi than most average 'no-name' shinigami or arrancar.

RESSERECCION

Resereccion Name: Fael Lupus

Resereccion Release Phrase: Howling at the silver moon! Destroy!

Release Actions: upon finishing his phrase, J'veras tosses the swords up into the air, before jumping up, timing his kick to the spinning of the blades and slams his foot into the hilt of the blades, activating the spirit channel in the pommel, letting the Resereccion activate and take effect. While it may seem problematic, due to having to release his weapons from his grip, he has mastered the speed to complete it in a swift movement.

Resereccion Appearance: His body grows a sheen layer of bone all over his body, his hands grow claws that glow with his reishi, extending his reach twofold. His feet grow into almost-paws, with sharp and reishi-enhanced claws. His hair shortens to a spiky mess to accomodate his speed increase. his eyes turn a darker green and his hollow bone grows under his eyes to cover down to his chin, leaving large, triangular tear tracks from each edge of his eyes. his bone plating is a dark maroon hue, in stark contrast to his everything.

Resereccion Abilities: his resereccion grants him further enhanced speed, and it allows him to use the sonido at much farther distances.


DUES EX RESSERECION

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SKILLS

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Skill Level: Hierro: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Skill Level: Pesquisa: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Skill Level: Sonido: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master
Skill Level: Cero/Bala: Beginner/Adept/Advanced/Master

PAST

History:

J'veras was a much more introverted boy in his life. He was such a quiet child, he was often marked as 'that child' by everyone, his teachers, his peers, and especially his family, that forgot he even existed when they moved away, leaving him behind in the now abandoned house. He hated his parents, hated them enough that he plotted vengance, but never let it show. he still continued school, slowly doing worse and worse. When he was 13, he made the discovery that, well, he didn't like women, he preferred men, and that was enough for everyone in the school to try to kill him, forcing him to either hone his reflexes or die. After taking years of the abuse by the entire school, he finally snapped, at the age of 15. He made his way to the top of a tall 5 story building, standing at the ledge of the rooftop. he tossed himself off the roof, to the surprise of no one. Unlike most Jumpers, he didn't have an audience. He hit the pavement, feeling that pain of death for only an instant before everything was gone.

He opened his eyes, seeing the vast emptyness of the new world that he thought was limbo. He didn't know how close to accurate that statement was. He looked around him, before looking to himself, noticing that he was large. Much larger than any normal human being. He had no idea what had happened to him, he didn't know he had turned into a simple Large and humanoid hollow that had kept it's sentience in some sort of miracle. He felt something. he didn't know what. It caused him to look in that direction, before being attacked by a smaller hollow. He screamed, reacting instantly and crushing the small beast under his much larger fist. he felt the power surge through him, his first hollow killed, his first bit of reishi absorbed. He took another look around, rubbing at his face, feeling the mask at his face, a mask that stopped at the top of his face in the outline of a Diadem, the jagged edges sending a strange chill down his spine. He started moving, remembering the first rule of the dog-eat-dog worlds, keep moving. So he moved, and didn't look back, killing lest he be killed again.

After what felt like an eternity, which the then humanly named jeremiah, didn't know was only about 5 years in human time, he felt it. He felt a tear in the fabric of reality. Little did he know what he had felt, though. He just followed the pressure blindly. having learned that large pressure means strong things, and defeating strong things makes you stronger, and that regardless of what gender he might have preferred, the stronger he was, the more everyone feared him, and that was a feeling that the once-invisible child had never known, to be feared. He found that pressure he had been feeling, having lost himself to his own thoughts, the memories fueling his rage. he had shrunken with the power he had absorbed, getting faster. Stronger. He approached the rift, sensing something more delectable than the power of the other hollows. Human souls. he crept through the rift, making sure to try to hide his presence from the other hollows that were moving towards the rift. As soon as he had passed one end, though, the other end closed up, as he pushed his way through, he approached in the sky over an unknown town. Big enough to be considered a city, but with few enough large buildings to be considered a town. He snuck out of the void, quickly spotting the soul of an older man shuffling along past him, unaware of the danger he was in. He reached out, plucking the unsuspsecting soul of it's traipsing, devouring it quidkly. The hollow reveled in the power granted to him by devouring even a single human soul, letting out an almost guttural noise of almost-pleasure, a low rumbling of the vocal cords. He spent his time, feeling for souls, devouring them, growing stronger in a village that was just outside of the reach of the Shinigami, allowing him to freely roam and devour as he saw fit. he learned to control his reishi to become nearly unnoticable, learned to sense where souls were instead of just randomly wandering. He learned to become more effecient. All the while shrinking in size to become more stealthy, more deadly, more agile. He grew in power, until he had bypassed the Gillian level, simply by consuming souls too fast for the transformation to take effect, and jumping to the Adjuchas class. Changing into something more animal, resembling a wolf of all things. an ironic joke about his loner habits.

Skip ahead about twenty years, and you'd find that same wolf Adjuchas wandering back around in Hueco Mundo, devouring hollows and lower menos as instinct told him. almost losing himself in the feral pleasure of the thrill of absorbing the powers of the freshly killed. He wandered pointlessly, until he came across the vast red walls of what was deemed Las Noches, the fortress of the things known as the Arrancar. He thought a good idea to scout the buildings, which he felt were emitting a massive amount of the spiritual pressure. He one day found himself wandering too close to the buildings during a period of heightened spiritual pressure exertion, causing him to tremble with excitement at the thought of devouring the one creating such a strong reiatsu. He hopped over the walls of the shorter bastilles, before catching sight of the electric blue flash of color. moving faster than he remembered seeing any normal hollow.

(This part of history is my RP sample, and as such, refer to it.)

Ever since that fateful day and that shock of blue, J'Vero's life had not been what he thought. He had gotten his human body back, albeit at the price of having a hole through his chest, and a bit of the cartilagous bone. He learned to live as one of the Arrancar quickly, feeling how his power had slowly grown the more he trained. He soon found out Aizen's plans for the world, finding he didn't agree with them, he managed to escape Las Noches without Aizen's notice, and he has been on the run for the centuries since, finding a way into the human world to pass the time faster and hiding out.
(Second part of RP Sample is how that happened out too.)

RP Sample:

The Wolflike Adjuchas perched on the steep walls of the fortress of Las Noches, watching the flash of electric blue move about the large open courtyard, paying much less attention to the black blur that was it's sparring partner, fixated on the one with blue. He thought to himself, hackles raised, that the blue one must be the one giving off such intense reishi. He barely dodged out of the way of a stray blast of energy, only barely feeling the instinct to move before the blue bolt of a bala flew just past his jaw, grazing him with a burn on the side of his face. 'shit. that was too close. that hurt just by a graze. I'd hate to get hit by one of those full force.' he thought to himself with as much of a scowl as he could manage in this form. The black and blue blurs had moved up higher in the air, almost like they were flying as they clashed and rebounded, the sound of metal clashing against metal ringing in the Adjuchas's ears. He winced slightly as he followed the blue blur as it was sent crashing down into the ground just below him. He managed to get a good look at the blue blur now that it had stopped moving. he caught eye of the strong musculature. the tanned skin. Those same electric blue eyes he could catch a very quick glimpse as the man took a step up the wall, giving him the perfect angle to see every muscle. Had the adjuchas been a human, he would have found it hard to hide the debilitating problems caused by such a man on the 'teenage hormones'. He mentally chuckled slightly as he caught his train of thought mid-sentance. He didn't realize that the blue blur was repelled again, this time much closer than he expected.

"what the...?" The man that was the blue blur growled as he was sent straight into a section of the wall instead. Damn that Cuattro. He was toying with him. He barely caught himself midair from the force, noticing the wolf-like Adjuchas watching them. 'heh, we've got a visitor.' He growled lowly, a viceral noise he was used to making when distressed or just annoyed. He went slamming into the wall next to the Adjuchas, grunting as he got up, deciding to ignore the wolf. 'I thought so, a simple Ajuchas that doesn't know where it is, but that damn bat is more trouble than that thing.' he sighed as he stood up shakily, the battle taking toll on him. He smirked as he returned to the offensive, before being repelled by the accursed bat.

The wolf Adjuchas grumbled to himself as he moved out of the way of the obviously extremely destructive battle going on above him. He growled lowly to himself as he hid behind a building, content to just feel the fluctuations in the spiritual pressure. The sight of those sharp blue eyes came back to him with a vengance, but suddenly, he was interrupted by his thoughts with the two combatants came closer than expected and he ducked behind another building. He heard talking.

"Give it up Grimmjow. This is pointless and Lord Aizen wanted to see me." The black haired one spoke with a monotone.

"Shut up ya damn bat!" the one identified as Grimmjow responded, the heat of battle taking over even his voice as he barked out the insult, before getting sent through the building again.

"You're weak, Sexta. Stop wasting my time." The other man spoke in that chilling monotone.

The wolf Adjuchas shivered as he watched this battle unfold, unaware of the presence behind him. he yelped in pain as he felt the blade stab through his hindquarters. turning, he spotted an individual he could only call Fox faced. He growled lowly, trying to remove the blade from his haunches and failing as he heard the footsteps. "Well well, what have we here, an Adjuchas that's not running in terror from even Ulquiorra's Reishi, hmm. you will make an interesting gift for Lord Aizen." the fox faced man smirked even more, if that was possible for him. The last thing he knew was feeling a massive pressure from the fox faced man before fainting... (End part 1.)


(Part 2)

J'Veras groaned as he shifted in the little cot provided to the arrancar of Las Noches, leaning over and standing up off the bed, stretching in his wolfish fashion, hearing his spine pop and crack pleasurably as he worked out the kinks in his muscles. He was STILL getting used to his body again. After spending so long as a hollow and and Adjuchas did disorienting things to one's sense of self. He sighed as he decided that he needed to take a stroll. Pristine white hall after Pristine white hall, he managed to avoid any of the other of the Espada he was forced to serve under. Sure he was a strong Arrancar, but not in the Espada's ranks, by far. He barely managed to avoid the strange octava espada while in his thoughts. he really needed to stop doing that, getting lost in thought. He took a wrong turn apparently, and walked towards a closed pair of doors. He stopped in his tracks as he heard the voice of Aizen and another espada, probably the Cuattro.

"When The Soul Society invades, I'm counting on you, Ulquiorra." The smooth voice of the leader of the Arrancar spoke.

"Yes, Lord Aizen. I will stop them when They get here." he heard Ulquiorra's monotone. He heard the shuffle of feet, hiding behind the opening of the doors so he could hear better.

"once I get rid of the Gotei Thirteen, the world, no... the worlds will be mine." Aizen chuckled softly, his voice never raising above the smooth even tones of normal.

"And a glorious rule it will be, Lord Aizen." Ulquiorra's monotone replied. J'Veras sighed as he returned to his walk unnoticed, bypassing most of the rest of everything. He heard the explosions in S'zayel's labs, and Arrurueiro arguing with itself, and the general goings on of Las Noches. The thoughts of those all-too-familiar electric blue eyes kept haunting his every thoughts. Grimmjow. The sexta Espada filled his waking moments with those ghostly eyes, that flawless technique. He was perfection, and currently something that J'Veras needed to stop thinking of.

"Oi. J'Veras!" He heard the gruff voice of the object of his attentions from down a hall, hearing that grunt of effort as he could tell he was lugging something exceptionally heavy around, or he wouldn't have been showing effort. "Do me a Favor. Kill Aizen?" Grimmjow Joked. J'Veras liked being the only one that Grimmjow Dropped the hot-blooded front for. He could tell that Grimmjow was being punished for something, and he knew that the man had gotten a new scar since last time he saw him go anywhere. So he could make a sure bet that he had gone to the human world against the Soul Society against Aizen's orders.

"Har Har, Very Funny, Grimmjow." he scowled, shaking his head as he walked to the Fellow Bluenette.

"You think I'm kidding?" Grimmjow grunted, adjusting the small pack on his back that was causing him the effort put forth. "he's making me carry this stupid pack of I don't know what all day." he scowled, shaking his head. He quickly had another of his whimsical thoughts. run away with me, Grimmjow... Leave Aizen and the espada... It'll only lead to death... . he frowned as he shook away the thought. he had planned to escape eventually, but now knowing what Aizen planned for them, made him ready to leave immediately. He gripped his Zanpakuto with a slight trepidation. "oi, What's up with ya?" Grimmjow asked, seeing the tense grip on the hilt of the Zanpakuto.

"Oh. Nothing's wrong. Just thinking." J'Veras sighed softly, shaking his head. He chuckled lightly as he patted Grimmjow on the back and walked back the direction he was headed. His whimsical fantasy playing back in his head. He frowned as he walked to the outskirts of Las Noches, humming to himself softly as a melody came back to him from his years as a human. Memories had a habit of doing that with him. He Felt the intense spiritual pressure, letting out a sudden gasp as the shiver ran down his spine from the immense Reishi of just that one source. He frowned softly and gripped his Zanpakuto closer, hearing Lupus' voice in the back of his head, his paws padding across the rock of his mind in irritation. "Let's go, Lupus. It's just us now."

Since there is another copy of this, I'm archiving this copy.