Zorrien DelaCroix [APPROVED 2-1++]

Name: Zorrien DelaCroix
Race: Arrancar
Age: Unknown
Looks Like: 25-27
Organization: Shadow's Fall
Rank: Segunda Espada


Appearance Picture:


History:

Time in Japan: This was a crucial time for him, he'd been born into the Human side of things. A boy with but a dream and a destiny ahead of him to make himself a legend. Only going by the legendary name of the Samurai without a name, he began carving his destiny into the works at the age of nine. He made a declaration for all of Japan to hear when he joined in several legendary battles, fighting near Shingan Takada's forces during duels with The God War Kenshin and his forces, he would get much experience here. Though to many's surprise he had no real talent and lousy balance when he started. Though his training and hard work not to mention dedication to this cause he had been born in his opinion to do. He worked and worked at it, winning some and losing some in the ways of duels with samurai. But he came out alive, that was what mattered. Soon the boys body remembered things that were clearly changing with times. He soon got good, when he started winning duels. Legend began to say he'd never lost a duel, but he knew better.

The boy was still aging and becoming a man, his dream to be the greatest swordsman was so strong that injuries didn't matter. His special fighting style made him a legend among his fellow warriors, though his legend was told only as whispers. A swordsman using a blade that was rare and unseen, he was respected among Samurai as a man of honor. Who fought for no gain, one day he did make a choice that surprised everyone. He fought in a war now, entering the fray to help aid Hideyoshi who'd almost completed his goals. He wasn't important or viewed by anything. Just a grunt among the regular units, he'd faked his skills so he would be on the front line. But it was there he showed heroism that was so rare among the common man. What's more was his desire to win, it was strong and evident in the vitality that he showed. Fighting for three days as a human was tiring, some believed it was just a story after this. He killed 1000 men at his first war, but didn't take much credit for it. This was only a step, a step in the direction.

Deciding he'd gotten the experience he wanted, he began fighting Samurais of note worthy nature, but during a duel with one he'd been shot in the back by six arrows. On his verge of death, the male was only in his late twenties. He was feared by the enemy so that he broke the code of honor, however despite the injuries he fought and killed the warrior. But he was dying and it wouldn't be long now before his enemy was joined. The enemies sheer shock at his fall was impressive, he had planned commit seppeku so he may take his life, not some cheap trick. His eyes were such strange things, but he glanced up to notice a fellow Samurai. He held a bow, before he died he had one more thing to do. His speed in these days was something fierce, among humans he was known to have a speed rivaling the gods. The man must of thought the arrows would slow him, but they didn't he moved within an eyes blink. Slicing the throat of the man with ease before sitting and accepting his fate.


Monsters began to appear around him, with masks and holes they weren't very frightening he found them rather amusing. Something strange to look at while he was dying, it was interesting to say the least. Some of them spoke with him as they died, he told them his dream that would never die. He would complete it in the next life he took, his soul cycle would continue. And he wouldn't quite this no matter what. His drive impressed most of the creatures, one carried him to a place that Samurai held dear. The creature told him, his next fate would be to be a hollow. Zorrien sighed somewhat, though he didn't understand it. He was just a human being and thought perhaps as a human more could be done. Zorrien wasn't beaten down by this fate though, he smiled and couldn't help but grin. This was indeed the fate he would walk, in my next life I will be the greatest swordsman. No matter what happens, I don't care if I break every law that this world has. But my skills will be known and the world shall tremble at them.


The warrior died without completing the task he set out for, the goal that had been his only wish since childhood. He passed away at the age of 27 and was considered one of the finest swordsman to be known. The monster whom carried him to the place the future called Mt. Fuji remained with him for many years as he waited for him to come into the next cycle. The world around him changed drastically, when he was born into his next cycle as a hollow. The friend whom carried him to the place he died on top of that mountain was one of the few things he found gone. When he came into this life again this was the time to draw his sword and fight once more. Upon his hollow body he discovered a sword was already there. Declaring the same words before his next life began, he spoke clearly and loudly. I will be the greatest swordsman in this world, no matter what it takes. No matter what path I follow.


Time as a Hollow: His time when he began the life as a hollow was different and hard on him, learning the ways of a hollow and dealing with this hunger were all hard. But he resolved himself to this path, becoming the greatest swordsman was his drive. A dream that would never fade away, among the hollows he'd yet to give himself a rank. He'd gone to a place they called the Forest of Menos, killing for years in that place. Eating and devouring his fellow hollows, he'd almost forgotten how long he'd done it, but before he knew it. Simply calling it quits was all he'd done, this wasn't something he was interested in honestly nothing but training. He met beings whom he found most interesting, their swords were alive and had personalities from what the one he met said. He dueled with many of these beings claiming the title of Shinigami. Unlike his other hollow beings, if he won a duel against them which he had mostly. All his experienced of the sword came with him, he'd kept it all unlike those who forgot most in the next cycle.

His drive for the swordsmanship mastery was so strong that he brought that information with him, he was known as a hollow with a sword. Which many didn't fully understand as to why a hollow who wasn't a Menos Grande class had a sword to begin with. The male was different from others, he almost kept a human like appearance from time to time. He wasn't big and bulky like the others, not to mention he gave off a higher amount of reiatsu then anyone around him. But fighting with these beings called Shinigami wasn't something he found fun, he wanted swordsman. He'd been known to kill Hollows for being weak and not carrying a sword with them. This went on for some time, he just remained in the Forest of Menos, with no real idea of how time worked. He became one over time, but even as a Gillan he didn't look like the others. He was a special case many of the others told him, he was past Gillan in no time. Becoming an Aduches as they called it, perhaps he misunderstood.

He did seem more human like in this form, but his body was very much easily noticed as a hollow. Black hair and eyes like the devil seemed to be the special thing that made him better known as the hollow of the sword. He wandered outside of the Forest of Menos now, going to a new place. He felt it was beneath him to fight there any longer, he'd learned how to open a Garganta and go wherever he pleased. He'd decided to start fighting stronger enemies, his swordsmanship wouldn't grow otherwise. He fought Captains on rare occasions, that's what other hollows called them. They were men wearing white Haoris and seemed extremely strong. He'd been forced to retreat from one of them, but came back and fought again. It wasn't in him to give up on a dream like this. He'd pushed himself harder and harder, trying to find his way of becoming an absolute hollow. He'd not reached the peak of perfection, but his swordsmanship had gotten so much closer to it then he'd ever hoped.

Perhaps in this life his goal would be reached, he hoped beyond much of the hope he'd ever held on to. Soon he came up with a plan, upon feasting on over 10,000 of the strongest hollows he could find. He grew even more powerful, but then he'd decided that his sword had been dirtied enough by their weakness. This wasn't the place he wanted to be anymore, deciding to wander those deserts of Hueco Mundo he killed hundreds who dared face him. His strength was absolute, he became known as the hollow with the eyes of the Reaper. The name meant in short his eyes were so frightening that people ran away, this was true for even hollows he encountered. They ran as though dogs with their tails between their legs. Some grew so frightened of his eyes that they had fled almost like the humans he once dueled had. This world was a curious place and it seemed to lack the fundamental causes that Japan had. He'd not seemed to of forgot it, the Samurai's goal and drive for that.

From here on he remained sitting in that hellish place, sitting and remember what he could. As a hollow his powers were extremely strange, he was feared by many that he came across. His almost complete human body had eyes and hair, he appeared to be an old style Japanese man. Even wearing a kimono now, he hadn't finished this path had he, no it wasn't the end. His sword could grow stronger and he felt it, his next step of growth would come from taking his power to the next level. Becoming an Arrancar, a being he'd seen from time to time. But even at this level they fell before him, though not without alot of effort. He'd faced these things that returned them to their hollow state called a Resurrection, before finally reaching his end of the rope. He'd become a hollow, he never changed, he spared several swordsman whom he came in contact with over the years. Hoping they grew into better warriors so they may fight later. He was right on as always, but this life as a hollow was over. Arrancar was the next state he would go to.




The True Beginning: His first couple months as an Arrancar were interesting, he felt himself become more then he'd imagined, though he knew not what the ranking was for those like him before he changed. It didn't really matter, he'd yet to face beings called Vasto Lorde and so wasn't able to decide what he was really. His swordsmanship in this form was almost perfect, he could of been mistaken for a regular human with immense power to those who didn't know better. His hollow mask remains were small around his ears mostly. But they were hidden under his hair, only earring's made of bones seemed to be on his ear, not hanging or dangling low. They were directly connected to it, but were far smaller then most remains and hide themselves well. This wasn't really a point or anything, they were out of his way. The hollow hole was in a strange place, one he'd not really been expecting it. His hollow hole was located directly in the location his heart was supposed to be, this statement pry meant he was supposed to be heartless.

But this was far from the truth, he began contemplating his method on things and becoming a far calmer hollow then those around him. He openly loved challenges of sword duels with other races as well, some called him a renegade without a cause. Though those who lost their dreams wouldn't understand, his dream would live through any cycle it didn't matter which one he was in. He could become a Shinigami and still keep this dream that was so important to him, his sword would always be with him. As he trained in this Arrancar body, he quickly noticed the differences that came with this stronger form. He could punch holes in mountains depending on the strength of the mountain he may destroy it. His sword slashes and power had really grown, but his insight was something of a weapon. His power as a hollow was time, always had been something of that nature to begin with. He never did really get it, but his power was at first simply a hindrance.

Training and devoting himself to mastery of this body of his he became increasingly interested in the outcome that would come of his life. Meeting many young hollows, that were perhaps just lost on the way to power. Some decided to become Arrancar too soon they said, but he believed it was more that they lost the drive. The thing that lets them remain who they are, the resolve that was important. A hollow is a being just like any other, he wouldn't accept anything less. But to make his dreams come true he would need battles, conflicts that would test him to his core. He had no choice but to try and grow from this as much as he could. Spending time training among the Hueco Mundo and training his body endlessly to remember conflicts, he had. His swordsmanship was about complete in his opinion, but a memory from a life long ago caught up with him. He wasn't ready to die just yet either, he began training though now he changed everything around. Learning the way of the sword but also the way of growth. He believed more tactical movements were needed, but as a Hollow he was the most different one that pry ever existed. His beliefs and ideals were way different from those around him.

Zorrien began to regain himself in this life now more, he understood his dream as a Swordsman and being known to all in this world as the greatest in the world. It was something he was vocal about before each battle, he at least tried to be in any case. It was something of a dream that never would say the words die, he wasn't able to accept loss or defeat. Even when he did lose he went back and trained like a madman to become stronger then the others. He wasn't a vicious hollow or one that was violent, he didn't take insult with most words people had. He was simply a hollow not a being here to prove a point, not here to show off. He was an Arrancar, this wasn't the time to become anything more or less then that. He joined one Organization and was given the title of Segunda Espada. A number two was placed on the wrist of his sword arm. He wears bracers and gloves so most never do see it.


His time now as the Segunda Espada of this organization had begun, perhaps that was the reason why he'd trained so hard. No it wasn't that, he was simply a man without much else to do at the moment. He had a dream, a big one and it wouldn't be completed if he got complacent. But for now he would work towards Shadow's Falls goal, they weren't much of importance to him. He was using them to test his skills just as he'd done with that war among the Humans when he was one himself. This would be the test to see if he was ready for his declaration of becoming the greatest swordsman in the world, the tournament he would someday hold. A place where no powers would be used, just swordsman meeting and fighting. For now his dream would wait only till he completed this test he'd set for himself, numbers were meaningless. Primera or Segunda, he had a goal and it would be met someday.



Personality:


Collected: He's very collected person, calm and witty as he thinks things over before acting. Though if it comes to his dreams or the discussion of them. He is very collected and calm, but caring when it comes to the people under his charge. He's very careful with them not willing to let them die and will most likely get upset if they do seem to fall. This will be the only thing that will pry send him over the edge if anything ever would. This state of mind is most likely absolute without a doubt. He is able to examine things and see through things very easily as well because of this..

Driven: To be honest Zorrien is the most driven man that many will have met, he is very much driven towards his dream of becoming the greatest swordsman that walks this world. His ideals and structure are all built upon this dream, he doesn't understand people who let go of their dreams even for a moment. Because to him the dream is the absolute goal that they should aim for at all times. Due to this he is a very Driven man and will not stop till his goal is completed, it's likely this trait will follow him even when he moves on to the next part of his Soul Cycle .

Caring: To say the least he does care about his enemies and friends, he doesn't seem to mind putting himself on the line to rescue them at all. He doesn't have the nature to just walk away from people who need help, he's not one to speak often unless the words have meaning. He is very sharp and good at reading people and seeing through things still, deceiving him is almost impossible. People may come and go, but their natures will always be something that changes and goes with the flow of time. It's simple and a truth that people should accept.


Sword Styles:

Ketatamashii Stance: This stance deals with thrust attacks, the user only moves one direction. However with his attacks in this form, his speed is a bit faster with the sword. He can thrust the blade so rapidly it appears almost 50 of them are there. His mastery of this stance is rather rare in it's use, only has three moves that are special for it. These moves are powerful and meant to pierce the flesh of the hardest armor he encounters, Ketatamashii was a form built on the stringer of the Scorpion and this is it's beginning. The Ketatamashi Stance is by first bringing his sword up and pointing the blade towards his target. The hilt and hand are by the side of his head, ensuring the full power of the thrust.


Scorpion's Tail First Thrust: Now this thrust is done in a way that makes it very hard to dodge, it sends out a large thrust that has enough power to punch a hole in a mountain side. Being struck by this could get someone killed if they are not careful. However he can control size if he is having a simple duel and doesn't wish to slay the enemy, the size and power are manageable to a lower degree. However he can punch a a crater or hole into a mountain depending on said mountain with a single thrust of this attack. It puts his energy along the blade, in a way that makes the back of the attack stronger by applying an energy that cascades upon the front of the attack. Making it grow as it travels, the larger the distance the greater the power.


Scorpion's Tail Final Thrust: Now this thrust doesn't quite have the power of the first, but it does have something far more dangerous. The speed that the first lacks, this thrust is quick and almost unable to be seen due to the speed of it. Some have said that he didn't move for it, his hands were simply in one place then the hole was in their stomach. This will create a hole if it hits something. Their is a danger of a longer range from this attack however it doesn't build up like the first thrust.

Meiun Stance: Another stance of swordsmanship that is rather special in it's own rights. The way this one works the blade is put out infront of the male's chest and held at a horizontal perfection. Like the male is ready to block, this is in truth his second fastest form. He can react simply by a touch on his sword and counter in several ways. This stance is known simply as the counter style, because of how quick the reactions are from it. The truth of this stance isn't in the way it starts out, the stance is open and changes. But it's built on a very fast counter striking system. Granting the user far greater speed in an instant, one of the counters for this is only usable from the sheath. Meiun is a stance he normally uses for people he deems beginners of the arts. Not one of his more advanced styles like The Scorpion style or others that he uses in a profound way to try and find their level.

Meiun Morte: This is the only move this stance uses, it's an absolutely fast counter, allowing the user to speed forward and slicing an enemy from any angle available. This often causes the problem of attacking him, almost no openings are available in this form of attack. This move if it connects will cause severe damage to the body of whom ever it strikes, it may be performed from the draw sequence. This is more or less an extremely fast draw, this allows the wielder to attack at a speed that some believe never changes. However Zorrien does use this often and it's constantly changing.

Tora Stance: This style is a common one and is his favored use of one against almost anyone, he does love this one and almost by habit starts in it. The stance is rather common, putting the sword before him in both hands. This stance does come from a past that he had before this life as the Second Espada, becoming such has made him far stronger then he ever expected. The stance is commonly used in kendo and many classical samurai stances. As a swordsman aiming to be the greatest in the entire universe. Zorrien's skills in this stance by far are the most dangerous, speed, power, and overall skill are high. This is the last of the three stances he's made thus far in his life time, having only needed them.

Tiger's Claws: By slashing his sword in this stance, two other blades form on either side of his sword, by the sheer speed of the attack making them real. These blades are visible, to very few though. So many believe them simply invisible, the required skills to see them must be equal to or above that of Zorrien. The Tigers Claws may be used in any slash style attack, be it up, down, left, or right. Even sideways will work fine, however the wielder must be aware of the angles and where people are going.

Tigers Roar: This move is able to counter energy based attacks, though the male simply could just fire a cero, this is an energy slash he sends out. The blast of which is strong enough to take out half a town at full power if he stands and charges it up for four turns. The downside to that style of the strike, is that he must then wait four turns. However at regular he may simply use it over and over again. The blade seems to be roaring as the energy wraps around the sword.

Spirit of the Tiger: The final move and this one is one of the most dangerous, his style allows him to make a slash so fast, that it appears with him is a tiger. The focus and art behind this is rather hard to explain. But a tiger that comes to the male's knee's is brought out and if anyone is touched by it or touches it. They will find themselves slashed into ribbons, this creature can move around and attack. Slicing it or blasting it will defeat it rather simply, however once beaten all the sword slashes that make this creature up will simply disperse and cut into the ground.



Resurrection:

Futuro: The power of Zorrien, his aspect of time is kept the Segunda mark on his body for a long time. This power requires a great deal of patience and insight. It is what makes Zorrien a dangerous man, Futuro is able to send attacks and Zorrien himself into the future by several minutes. Making him appear in different location, their is however a time limit he can breach into. Zorrien may only send some attacks to the max of 3 turns. That is his limit, he may only send himself to the future by 2 turns. He must return to the regular reality that is around him before that time frame comes. Outside of his release he is limited to only attacks and may only send. One attack at a time, cero, bala, or sword art. These are all effective in this form. Now to make it clear for an example of how this power works. It appears the attack is going to happen and it simply vanishes in a poof like manner. The attack will reappear on the said turn that it was sent to in the future. Zorrien is aware of each ripple is within the time stream he has created by using Futuro.

This power does let him send Ceros into the future and make them wait as stated before the example is simple. A blast fired will simply appear not to happen those the wielder was unable to pull it off, however it will come back and show itself once again in due time. The same is said for sword slashes and moves of the like, this is likely not to change in anytime soon.