Rolk-Revelos [Approved 4-4]

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» Name: Rolk(Revelos Orion LuveK)
» Titles: Gatherer Of Souls
» Appearance Age: Mid twenties-late twenties
» True Age: 274 Years
» Gender: Male
Affiliation/Rank: Wanderer Tier 4-4

» Appearance Description: Even as one would see him approach in the distance, an unwavering chill tickles up your spine, hair standing on end, goosebumps scatter across your skin. A taller man around 6 foot, drapped in torn and mud soiled cloaks, caked with stains of blood that seems to be pieced together from various patches of clothing. A hideous sight for those of the upper class, and an eyesore for those that scrape the bottom of the barrel. Sleek brilliant red hair drapes out the back of the mesh of clothing, it however remarkably clean and healthy looking, a shimmer of light reflected off his eyes shows a crimson right eye with no pupil, his left eye void of all color a dense white making it hard to tell if he even has sight, though they seem weighed down so much that rarely would he be seen looking ahead. If one were to look at his face directly they would be greeted by a clean shaven, good looking man without a spot or smudge on him, a darkened tan from the sun has slightly bronzed his skin, besides his left eye he almost looks human. As many have commented to him as he has wandered, he carries a Zanpakto easily seen jutting out on his back the blade is covered by the frayed and torn cloak covering his body.

» Appearance Picture:
Its as close as i can get it, just with red instead of white hair.


» Appearance Description: (Part 2, De-Cloaked) His garments from some strange foreign land, and not so far away. It would seem as though all his clothes are a patchwork design of many different cultures. Strangely it fits him for without the mantle of his cloak, the colors are all the same either a deep darkened maroon or a lively red and brilliant white threads course through all the fabric. His body toned and hardened from many battles, no scars or marks can be seen. As if not once has he came close to losing to anyone. A thick silver chain clasps to his left shoulder draping down to his waist of the left side as well as down his back attached to the Zanpakto, the chain coiling around the blade it hangs somewhat loosely and moves without a sound. His boots look thick and worn, yet not torn or damaged beyond what walking would do to them, even they match in style and color. Standing there before you, a random mixture of styles and fashion, one could guess of what this man has planned even if you may know him....may know him.

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» Personality: Very silent unless he needs to speak, and when he does those who are around should listen. Wether its good or bad if he speaks at all there will always be meaning to it. With small nods and other body language one can easily tell of his short term intentions. The future goals and endeavors of his life remain even a mystery to him, not knowing to where he will go next or when he will find his place in this world. Even though an answer may not even be given at time, if something is asked of him it may get done, but at a time that it is needed to be done by him. Not short tempered infact anger is far from his mind, and so is peace. Common emotions do not rule him, his mind is always clear and focused on the task. Without knowing who taught him his survival skills or to do the things that come natural he eventually started accepting the things he cannot explain. Even he himself only knows to call himself Rolk as his name is lost to him (Only added the full name for some RP) as was many things in his life. He is blunt and abbrasive, unsentimental towards others emotions if he believes his actions to be true and needed then all will be said and done without hesitation. There is no black and white, gray and silver lining for him, only the way of life given to him since he came to...the way of battle and death that seems to seek him out.
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» Zanpakutō Name: The Rising Dead, Leamutrek

» Zanpakutō Spirit Appearance: More human then lich-like, but a Ghastly horror striking figure from the depths of hell. Drapes of cloth cover most of the more vile and repulsive parts of his decaying body, bones easily seen across his body where the flesh barely clings. Cracks slither along the exposed body parts as though he could fall apart at any moment. He moves without a sound, not even leaving a trace on the ground or anywhere he goes. Horrid and disfigured face, as though it were crushed and cut a thousand time, still you can see where the eyes and nose would be and such things. His arms seem to stretch on forever, boney fingers that seem to have no end either. They glow with a strange aura, like smoke trailing from his hands. White hair, as white as snow blankets his head, coming down across his face like a curtain, a small slit to one side allows just one eye to look out at you.

» Zanpakutō Spirit Personality: Calm and wise, filled with the knowledge of thousands of souls of the dead felled by him. Only speaking when necessary and always to the point, he cares not for the feelings of others. If you were to offend him, his hands would find your neck and your life would be gone. In his way of life there are few things that matter, showing proper respect to those who deserve is a must. Every action has its meaning, far beyond what the surface implies, so to him the meaning of ones actions is what he desires to know. Seeking understanding before action is always the first step he takes. A bit nostalgic and often times a story teller if he would get your attention long enough. He hates his advice being discarded and even more so not even used after he spent the time to say anything. His figure may be that of the dead horror of nightmares, the way he moves and speaks anyone can tell that there is no intention of harm or ill will as if it has long past from his mind to have any need of such things. Even though death has become all that he is, life is more precious to him then anything, for in life there is knowledge. Patient and understanding he has no desire or need for power, only life the life of others.

» Inner World: Graveyards scatter a bone filled wasteland, trees have grown and decayed to standing ash piles resembling their former life. If one were to touch one, it would turn to dust and fall in a pile before you. Grave markers covered in dust and debri, some are whole while others are cracked or shattered and lay on the ground. While some are aligned with there graves many seem to be scattered without reason. Black bubbling sludge oozes along what once was small rivers that weave through the grave markers, seeping down into the ground endlessly. Black birds fill the red stained skys as white clouds float along looking out of place. Lightning cracks and thunder roars constantly over in the distance, yet no rain comes down, no wind, almost no sense of life. As far as the eye can see in almost every direction are fields where the dead lie, no names on any tomb or building. Life has no place in this land, it is a place ruled by death. Off in the distance set aside from all the gloom sits a single apple tree which has grown nearly into the sky itself. Fresh vibrant red apples dot the tree as the green leaves shake in some make shift wind. All around the tree are random flora, yet it all looks so peaceful and tranquil amongst everything else. The ground circling the tree looks as if the grass grows off in small but strange patterns, even leaving small spots were nothing will grow. A single ray of sunlight which can not be seen unless you stand within just a few feet of where this single sprout of life remains. It is a lost desert of those who have come to rest in peace to never be disturbed again, for those who have no need for anything ever again.

Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: From hilt to tip 8 1/2 feet, the hilt being 9" a straight cloth wrapped handle with no guard leading up to a 3 foot wide double sided blade, the blade itself would weight nearly 45-70 pounds. No markings or other such things, simply a huge blade that can cut down 2 or 3 trees at a time. (Giant thick claymore with a small handle.)





» Release Phrase: Rise, and claim there souls.

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» Inner Hollow Personality: Very whimsical and carefree, fun loving and a jokester. One can never tell if he is serious or simply looking to mess with your head. There is a deep resentment towards almost all other hollows, for he desires the death of many for reasons he cares not to explain. Yet there is a cruelty to him as watching the pain in others fills him with small spurts of joy. He has no care for battle as he is only intresting is knowledge and learning all that he can of any and all races abilities. He enjoys toying with people to see how far he can take them before they will snap, or crack. Bending them and twisting them to see what they will say or scream, all the while with a smile on his face. Being emotionally detached there is a certain fun for him to incite any and all reactions from people including the one whom he inhabits. A twisted game of laughs and painful memories with the only hope that one day it will never end so that his fun will just keep going on and on and he will learn more of what makes everything tick...and how to make it stop.


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» Background: As a child growing up he was a quick learner, how to climb trees faster, how to build better tree houses. What to look for while finding a place to fish, or how to hunt down wild animals with the most ease. Figuring out how to do things better was always his strong suit. He was the brains of the operation, as a little kid not much older the 12 all his friends would ask him to help them figure things out. Not always taking advantage of him but to help each other, as a kind hearted and out going he always helped where he could even if he already knew what they wanted. Growing up and headed into highschool his skills payed off even more. School work was a breeze as was any afterschool program he enlisted it. All it quickly became boring for him though, none it kept its interest. Until one day, walking back from school taking a backwards but fun shortcut he got jumped by some kids from another school. After waking up on the ground his heart was still pounding, full of excitement and pain he ran home to wash up and see what he looked like. Amazed by how it felt to get hit, he began to wonder how it felt to hit others. From that day on his life changed drasticly, from being a sweet and out going young man to one of the most ruthless and cunning bullies in all the city. In a short month every school knew of him and each school had a few kids in the hospital because of him. No one messed with him, or could even touch him for that matter. He constantly searched for new people to fight who fought in different ways, Judo, karate, knives, swords, axed, fist weapons he challenged them all bare handed to see how at first it felt to be hurt by them, then to see how fast he could beat them.

Coming into his adult life he slowed down on such things and moved on to bigger game...war. In the battlefield he was herald as a prodigy of war, knowing what the enemy was doing without even seeing where they were or how many of them. With his military training and tactics his platoon never lost a man and always seem to sway the tide of the war. In 6 short years he left the military in honors and was granted a high rank, and even higher should he decide to return. Shortly after returning to his home town, without knowing who or what a hollow was his end was met while arranging some of his things into his new house.

His acceptance into the 13 Court squads was well anticipated. Struggling slightly in the beggining as a recruit he soon figured out the little tricks to help give him the edge in combat. With extensive and constant training to hone his skills to allow him to move and attack as he need to win the battle, it was noticed by many for his tenacity was known on earth as it was begining to be known in the Soul Society. There was never any malice or hatred in the way he fought, only simple need to win and survive. Before joining the 13 Court Squads, an incident almost made him completely give up for the longest time he did not understand what happened that day. His squad became outnumbered in an instant, to fast for him to think of a way to counter...one man died, then shortly there after another, and then another. In a short few moments only he and his closest friend were alive, he was severely wounded and not a scratch came to his body. He knew the outcome as he stood there, gritting his teeth he prepared for the end. His friend suddenly moved and began to try and distract the hollows to come at him. He moved to stop him as he noticed something move from out of the battlefield and pierce into his friend, then it went black. Waking up there amungst the bodies, with no ideah how to survive he returned to tell the tale and finaly take a seat in the 13 Court Squads with a heavy heart.

Many years later while fighting against a small group of Arrancar, they were pressing hard against his squad, being the 3rd seat in squad 11 he shouted and commanded those with him to follow his lead and react without hesitation. As the assault was about to begin he heard a voice echo into his head "Its time to show you what you can really do" without another thought his brain rattled, body began to shake the white substance of the hollows began pouring from his body covering his face, the last thing he remembered was the horror shocked faces of his squad. Coming to once again from a blackout he saw before him his squad slaughtered and with ease he could see it was from his own blade. Instead of returning this time he felt himself a monster and left the soul society to wander aimlessly in regret and turmoil over his actions...the voice in his head ever taunting and toying with him make his heart silent and without emotion, his mind more vigilant and focused to put this voice out so he can continue just one more step at a time.

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General Skills

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

Will Skills

• WillPower/determination Adept
  
• Mental Deduction Beginner
  
• Pain Endurance Beginner
  
• Focus Beginner
  

Racial Skills

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

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» Role Play Sample: "The tingling sensation of sweat trickling down my chest and back, dripping off my chin and arms. Barely able to breath, the weight of my sword intensified from the prolonged fight, eyes wavering in and out from the last attack that cut clean into my left shoulder. Unable to tell if its bleeding out to much, the adrenaline coursing through my veins barely keeping me awake...I can feel myself about to give out, and yet before me my enemy in no better condition...what a drag. With one arm he managed to give me a fight that has left me with nothing. The thought of swinging my own sword relishes me pain for i know i only have one last attack, if it doesnt end it here then i will be free of this hellish nightmare where i have no more power to end this fight which should have ended long ago....curses, why do i always get in these situations, how do they find me all the time i cant keep going like this anyway. Fine so be it let this be my end, but im taking this bastard down with me!!!" -The weight of the sword lifted as i start to move again, my breath stilled, heart beating calmly as i move towards this creature. My wounds stop bleeding, the sweat cools and drys instants as i move across to my foe. Fingers feel as though there softly wrapping themselves around the handles of my swords. My senses heighten as i see him move to strike as well, in a flash the battle returns to me all that has gone by, fueled by the irritation of my own mistakes made over and over again my arms tighten, i swing letting out all the energy i have left in me into my blades. Feeling the strength sap from arms as i feel his blade pierce into my stomach, but a smile is on my face i felt it, as i watch my blades carve through him leaving only his sword jutting from my body as i collapse to the ground wispering- "Haha...i won"