Birth of a Vizard (still open for any who wish to rp)

It was work as usual in Karakura city for most shinigami. Not much happened as the barrier kept out a lot of threats. It was a cool day in spring. Just cool enough to bundle up but not enough to not wanting to be outside. The city was busy with traffic people walking to and from their job. School had just let out letting kids run home before they went to play as a gang standing in an ally looking for who they were going to fight.

It was then a shock from the north. A large strong hollow began forcing its way into the barrier. The soul reapers looked up as they felt it and headed off to fight the threat. A few minutes into the fighting they all felt something they hoped they wouldn’t, another hollow forcing its way in on the south side of the barrier. They had to stay to deal with this one. They had no choice but to let some people die.

As they fought, it was about ten minutes and they suddenly felt another power. It wasn’t one coming through the barrier but actually came forth in it. What was going on? This hadn’t happened before. This large hollow power suddenly was fighting the other and winning. The soul reapers just having finished the first hollow sped off for the other two as they felt the second one die its power fading away. Before they could reach it the last hollows power vanished leaving only a soul reapers presence.

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At the south side of the barrier just as the second hollow was dying. The third hollow stepped up to try to eat it suddenly stumbled back reaching up as it grabbed its mask it spoke.

“No you don’t know what you’re giving up.” The mask spoke as the mouth inside replied. “I won’t be controlled by a mindless beast. I’d rather die. It suddenly ripped its own mask off as its body hardened starting to shatter into pieces falling and turning to dust as it hit the ground. It left only a man there Kenshi Oridama. Recently dead, he had just risen in shinigami garb as he fell on his hands and knees puffing heavily as it took all his power to free himself from the mask that tried to control him.

Kenshi sat there on his hands and knees puffing. Only one thing going through his mind, ‘What the hell happened there.’ The air pumping in and out, cooling his lungs. Last thing he knew he was fighting that white thing with pain erupting from his whole being from his chest. Then he was looking through a pair of eyeholes hurting, but full of misery. All he heard was a voice telling him to eat, consume, devour. All he could think about was eating the creature he was fighting. Just as he was about to give in another voice spoke to him.

“Stop. Why are you listening to the hunger?” Kenshi didn’t know. He wasn’t one to be controlled. That is when he rejected the hollow controlling him. He didn’t care it gave him power. He would be in charge of his own body, only him. Even if it killed him.

Then he was falling forward. Now, he felt strong. Not quite as strong as before but stronger then he was before the attack. His body didn’t feel any different physically but he just felt as if he had power in him. As he gained his awareness back, he slid back his hand on the cold pavement still processing everything. His clothing was different. He was wearing some kind of black robes. A shihakusho if he remembered correctly, but why was he in one. He moved the sword at his hip.

“Wait sword?” He said out loud surprised by it. He grabbed it pulling it into sight better. “Why do I have a sword?” Did he die? He looked over where he first went out cold seeing a body being attended to by medics. Kenshi got up quickly stumbling on the leg sleeve, as he was not used to moving in such baggy clothing, and ran over to the body. The face was his. ‘How why what’ was all that ran through his mind. He was distracted as one of the paramedics looked up.

“Don’t worry mister Shinigami. This guy only recently passed, his soul should be around here somewhere.“ The paramedic said to Kenshi. Apparently he didn’t recognize him. Kenshi just stood there looking down. He was dead. His life was over. What was he to do?

As his body was wheeled away Kenshi looked at his own hands at his arms. 'A...soul.....reaper?' He had heard of them but hes never seen one. What were they? What was he? He had so many questions. Nobody to answer them. Nobody around. Nobody. As he looked down at his new form he realized he was alone. Nobody was going to answer him. Nobody cared. He was just a corpse to most of the living people.

Kenshi's eyes narrowed as he lowered his hands. Not out of anger. Not out of sadness. Just determination. If nobody was going to give him answers then he would just have to find them himself. His right hand fell to his side as his left hand fell landing on the grip of his new sword. Kenshi started to walk off. He didn't know where he was going. He did know one thing though. That monster he fought. That monster he became. They weren't good. He couldn't say they were evil, but anything that randomly attacked people needed to be put down. He figured fighting would provide him the answers he sought. He was going to do it his way. No thing.... No body was going to stop him.


No matter the cost.

As he felt that determination Kenshi felt a pulse of something. Something from his blade. He shrugged it off.