JULY 9, 2014.
Post by ASHTON ARTERIUS on Dec 16, 2013 1:33:16 GMT -5
ashton v. arterius
TITLES
nanabantai fukutaichōkidōshū liaison
AGE
one hundred and seventy-seven (177)APPEARING AGE
twenty-three (23)ALLIANCE
zerobantai; goteijūsantaiSEXUAL ORIENTATION
heterosexualMORAL ALIGNMENT
lawful evilappearance - x
The enigmatic vice-captain stands tall at the even height of six foot, wearing a weight of one hundred and seventy-one pounds well with an athletic body-type. With a prominent red coloring, Ashton styles his hair in a meticulous ruffled and spiky fashion, having two strands falling over his face, and signature sideburns that seem to accentuate the light creases under his cold amber eyes. At typically all times, the soul is adorned in the issued Shinigami garbing with a few recognizable modifications allowed by rank. For instance, the collar of his shihakushō is customized with a comfortable black fur, and is tailored for an emphasized V-neck, revealing modest amount of his well-developed pectorals. Under the kimono of the dead, the Lieutenant equips a soft black mesh long-sleeves that halt at his wrists, leaving every inch of his arms covered, excluding his hands. For further accessories, Ashton wears a silver ring on the pointer finger of his right hand, a star-shaped necklace, and a piercing on the upper left ear’s cartilage. Despite being of proper rank, the Nanabantai Fukutaichou does not wear his respective division’s badge. To finalize, his Zanpakutō is armed upon the small of his back, with the handle pointing towards the left side of his body. And as additional armaments, the death god arms himself with two pitch-black wakizashi equipped upon his back via Nibantai-styled military straps within his garbs. And to finish, the lieutenant is known to equip twin purple katanas upon each hip.
personality
From an outward perspective, Ashton is nothing more than the eye of an overbearingly sarcastic and palpably arrogant fog that suffocates anyone unlucky enough to encounter him. And that, by all means, remains one of the few discernible constants of the fukutaichō’s persona. He is nothing more than an anomaly thickly shrouded in jest and mock politeness through a perpetual grin. His ability to maintain a cool composure while slithering countless witticisms from his mouth is only a few cords short of robotic. It takes the touch of god to decipher and translate his emotions through his cold, apathetic eyes.
Undoubtedly, behind those near emotionless amber eyes lies a perceptive and eloquent individual that possesses diplomatic skills and wisdom beyond his years; his insight being extremely prominent in interpersonal scenarios. Carrying such a high position in his respective hierarchy, these strengths prove to offset the imbalance of his poor book smarts, and further accentuate his ability to satisfy his intellectual hungers by grasping more intricate philosophies, sciences, and concepts through kinesthetic means.
Furthermore, Ash’s spirit constantly requires a cerebral and physical feeding in order to remain intact. This is, of course, an underlying issue caused by a powerful, almost childish ambition. The mere thought of inactivity, laziness; the failed capability to keep his aspirations sated stirs certain disgust within the man. Anyone who bears the marking of sloth-like laziness will, without a doubt, fail to garner the slightest amount of respect from the lieutenant. In elucidation, the immense amount of ambition prowling within the snake’s body is nearly inextinguishable, and there isn't a single initiative he wouldn't complete to further his ambitions.
Beyond his sarcastic shroud, lies a near sociopathic core tainted with sadism and ruthlessness, and layered with excessive shields of deceptions and manipulations. While his long-term visions are peering at everlasting peace, his zealotry and villainous characteristics contradict to a confounding degree. While there are few that truly place confidence within the soul, he is undeniably treacherous and untrustworthy. At the base, there is virtually nothing more than an unrelenting and morally inhuman extremist ready to purge the world of all injustices, even if he has to embody the worst of them to accomplish that goal.
Because of this deceptive and destructive template, Ashton projects these views onto any relationships that attempt to pierce through his jesting shields; anything meaningful. Be it of platonic or romantic content. Having worn a deep-seated mask for such a prolonged time, his mind has become such a maze that even he, with time, will presumably be unable to navigate. The emotional reasoning of doing something for the pure enjoyment of it, with no ulterior motives whatsoever, discombobulates him to no end. Developing a true relationship with another soul is hard enough, and even if he wished to tear down his barriers, it’s intrinsic to his being to invalidate and destroy any ties capable of becoming a liability. Getting to know who Ashton really is, and what he represents, would take ambition that overpowers even his own.
Undoubtedly, behind those near emotionless amber eyes lies a perceptive and eloquent individual that possesses diplomatic skills and wisdom beyond his years; his insight being extremely prominent in interpersonal scenarios. Carrying such a high position in his respective hierarchy, these strengths prove to offset the imbalance of his poor book smarts, and further accentuate his ability to satisfy his intellectual hungers by grasping more intricate philosophies, sciences, and concepts through kinesthetic means.
Furthermore, Ash’s spirit constantly requires a cerebral and physical feeding in order to remain intact. This is, of course, an underlying issue caused by a powerful, almost childish ambition. The mere thought of inactivity, laziness; the failed capability to keep his aspirations sated stirs certain disgust within the man. Anyone who bears the marking of sloth-like laziness will, without a doubt, fail to garner the slightest amount of respect from the lieutenant. In elucidation, the immense amount of ambition prowling within the snake’s body is nearly inextinguishable, and there isn't a single initiative he wouldn't complete to further his ambitions.
Beyond his sarcastic shroud, lies a near sociopathic core tainted with sadism and ruthlessness, and layered with excessive shields of deceptions and manipulations. While his long-term visions are peering at everlasting peace, his zealotry and villainous characteristics contradict to a confounding degree. While there are few that truly place confidence within the soul, he is undeniably treacherous and untrustworthy. At the base, there is virtually nothing more than an unrelenting and morally inhuman extremist ready to purge the world of all injustices, even if he has to embody the worst of them to accomplish that goal.
Because of this deceptive and destructive template, Ashton projects these views onto any relationships that attempt to pierce through his jesting shields; anything meaningful. Be it of platonic or romantic content. Having worn a deep-seated mask for such a prolonged time, his mind has become such a maze that even he, with time, will presumably be unable to navigate. The emotional reasoning of doing something for the pure enjoyment of it, with no ulterior motives whatsoever, discombobulates him to no end. Developing a true relationship with another soul is hard enough, and even if he wished to tear down his barriers, it’s intrinsic to his being to invalidate and destroy any ties capable of becoming a liability. Getting to know who Ashton really is, and what he represents, would take ambition that overpowers even his own.
history
Upon the moonlight of August 17th, one hundred and seventy-seven long years ago, a nameless and unimportant male babe entered the world of poverty, famine and malice. From an outward perspective, the child was nothing less than shy of damnation had he and his biological caretakers not come into luck. From an optimist’s point of view the child and his respective family had. With a hard working father and loving mother willing to sacrifice any hair and limb so that their son could perhaps, one day, grow strong and proud. If not just survive. For a few short four years, hope stemmed from a slow growing plant, only to be burned down and stomped on. At the age of four, the future fukutaichou’s small hut of a home was destroyed by a pillaging bunch. With unspeakable atrocities committed upon the family of three, death awaited them. From that day, whether the child’s soul knew it or not, a righteous flame was imprinted and instilled. A flame that follow him to the after live, and steadily grow.
Two hours shy of a week, pity and duty were bestowed upon the recently thrashed soul, importing the child to the 79th district of Rukongai. For all intents and purposes, the young soul was nameless, purposeless, and worse, extracted into one of the worst districts that Rukongai had to offer. All there was to witness was suffering, violence; a plethora of injustices that innately boiled his blood. However, like nearly any and all sapient beings, survival was a first priority. Being a literal child, starting from his newfound blank state was akin to a cow being thrown into a raging tornado. Of course, he did the only thing he knew how to do: wander. For the first few months, the nameless child utilized his feet to the best of his ability. He stole food, useful items, and interesting items on his whims, and avoided the painful consequences with guile.
And he survived for quite some time before he ran into the “Loops.” They were an awkwardly named, yet infamous and feared bunch of thugs with bonds and loyalties that ran as deep as any soldier’s. Noticing his skills, and for sheer recognition of his spunk alone, their leader, Jinsho, a disgusting muscular and overall terrifying man took in the child. When asked of a name, irony finally stood at attention and he realized that he had none. Creating one on the spot, the red-haired thug became known as Ashton Arterius.
For the next forty years, Ashton grew quite the reputation for his ruthlessness under the name of the Loops. However, his malicious actions were hid quite well under his true white knight nature. While he appreciated the swordsmanship skills and street smarts he acquired from the gang, the years fatigued his tolerance of their actions. The corruption they were spreading, the negativity that they were sorely tattooing across the districts, everything they stood for. Eventually, his mind had fully incriminated them. Every time they left a woman beaten, used, and crying, it only reminded him that with little tampering of genetic coding, that could have been him. They were an injustice that needed to be purged, erased, and eradicated from history. He knew that if he challenged all of them by himself, he’d be nothing but dirt on the path to be forgotten. Across dragging months, he would use them for all they were worth and abuse their lack of mental value and internally destroy them.
Successfully, Ashton played his part and planted seeds of social corruption from his mouth. Rumors of betrayal, effects of demoralization, and typical mistrust of criminal played out like a perfect chess game. In one exciting explosion, a brawl broke out between the many members of the gang. Those seeds had finally bore fruit, with a taste so venomous that it was capable of seeping through years and years of brotherhood. As he anticipated, this infighting swiftly erupted into a small war that cut through their numbers like a machete on half-melted butter. Only a few members of the Loops survived, yet only one, noticed that a certain member was amiss throughout the chaos: Jinsho. In culmination of his plans, all of the members were hunted down and assassinated by Ashton. The same fellows that fed, cared for, and trained the young soul in combat. They were nothing but another number in the name of justice, Jinsho as well. While the disappearance of the gang was mysterious, they were not to be missed. Soon enough, they were an ugly past to be swept under the rug. Needless to say, Ashton Arterius was proud of himself.
He enjoyed it, reveled in it. Self-actualizing at that point, the young redhead resolved to root out corruption and cleanse it existence. There was a known powerful organization to further this goal, the Gotei 13, to which he enlisted as an academy student many months after the destruction of the Loops.
Throughout his years as an academy student, Ashton raised a few eyebrows. While he wasn’t the most prodigious trainee to ever grace their presence, he wasn’t to be ignored. Most prominently in his knowledge of hollow and excellent skills of zanjutsu, while his kidou skills lacked ever so sorely. That fire burned bright and never dimmed for more than a few seconds, leading him to a great future. His charisma was palpable, and he acted upon that. Knowing that many of the people he associated with would have uses of varying importance, he invested into them. As a “friend” to some, a lover to some, and an acquaintance too, especially to the nobles who would become future puppets for his ascendance and influence.
Graduating at a recognizably high spot in his class, Ashton was assigned to the Seventh Division. This was, of course, another careful calculation of his social engineering, a female noble of the Seiryuu with a powerful daddy whom owed him for many nights of love and nurturing. With his sights set on gaining enough influence to somehow keep an ear on Central 46’s tile, and possibly string those in higher positions to do more for him. A political hunger developed from that hatred of injustice, a hunger for true and lasting peace. There wasn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do to make such a fantasy a reality for all souls.
Of the course of a nearly a century, the Shinigami grew more and more powerful, honing both his manipulative skills and his competence in combat. He climbed the ranks at a normal pace, through reputation and proficiency. Eventually, he even learned the name of his respective Zanpakutou, bonded with it, gained full control over his shikai which garnered more and more respect from his superiors and peers alike. With his true self never faltering, he orchestrated a multitude of situations where he was capable of not only displaying his incredible leadership skills, but his capacity to sacrifice his self for the sake of others, his cool composure, and flexibility. A trait needed both within and without combat. A trait that linked into his menial tasks as well: diplomacy, politics, and suchlike.
Such examples didn’t go unnoted, a fact that he was quite aware of. He continued to exhibit the aforementioned acts at every occasion for the many years, growing stronger and stronger until few within the Gotei 13 had the strength to defeat him, or to outsmart him.
Finally, at the age of one hundred and sixty-six, Ashton Arterius was promoted to the position of Lieutenant, directly under Itada. Being one that lacked noble blood, and especially in this squad, it was an honor that deserved a tip of the hat. Knowing him, or the persona he displayed, the majority of the division respected the man’s advancement. More importantly for the new fukutaichou, however, this was an opportunity of the lifetime that he couldn't afford to waste.
Two hours shy of a week, pity and duty were bestowed upon the recently thrashed soul, importing the child to the 79th district of Rukongai. For all intents and purposes, the young soul was nameless, purposeless, and worse, extracted into one of the worst districts that Rukongai had to offer. All there was to witness was suffering, violence; a plethora of injustices that innately boiled his blood. However, like nearly any and all sapient beings, survival was a first priority. Being a literal child, starting from his newfound blank state was akin to a cow being thrown into a raging tornado. Of course, he did the only thing he knew how to do: wander. For the first few months, the nameless child utilized his feet to the best of his ability. He stole food, useful items, and interesting items on his whims, and avoided the painful consequences with guile.
And he survived for quite some time before he ran into the “Loops.” They were an awkwardly named, yet infamous and feared bunch of thugs with bonds and loyalties that ran as deep as any soldier’s. Noticing his skills, and for sheer recognition of his spunk alone, their leader, Jinsho, a disgusting muscular and overall terrifying man took in the child. When asked of a name, irony finally stood at attention and he realized that he had none. Creating one on the spot, the red-haired thug became known as Ashton Arterius.
For the next forty years, Ashton grew quite the reputation for his ruthlessness under the name of the Loops. However, his malicious actions were hid quite well under his true white knight nature. While he appreciated the swordsmanship skills and street smarts he acquired from the gang, the years fatigued his tolerance of their actions. The corruption they were spreading, the negativity that they were sorely tattooing across the districts, everything they stood for. Eventually, his mind had fully incriminated them. Every time they left a woman beaten, used, and crying, it only reminded him that with little tampering of genetic coding, that could have been him. They were an injustice that needed to be purged, erased, and eradicated from history. He knew that if he challenged all of them by himself, he’d be nothing but dirt on the path to be forgotten. Across dragging months, he would use them for all they were worth and abuse their lack of mental value and internally destroy them.
Successfully, Ashton played his part and planted seeds of social corruption from his mouth. Rumors of betrayal, effects of demoralization, and typical mistrust of criminal played out like a perfect chess game. In one exciting explosion, a brawl broke out between the many members of the gang. Those seeds had finally bore fruit, with a taste so venomous that it was capable of seeping through years and years of brotherhood. As he anticipated, this infighting swiftly erupted into a small war that cut through their numbers like a machete on half-melted butter. Only a few members of the Loops survived, yet only one, noticed that a certain member was amiss throughout the chaos: Jinsho. In culmination of his plans, all of the members were hunted down and assassinated by Ashton. The same fellows that fed, cared for, and trained the young soul in combat. They were nothing but another number in the name of justice, Jinsho as well. While the disappearance of the gang was mysterious, they were not to be missed. Soon enough, they were an ugly past to be swept under the rug. Needless to say, Ashton Arterius was proud of himself.
He enjoyed it, reveled in it. Self-actualizing at that point, the young redhead resolved to root out corruption and cleanse it existence. There was a known powerful organization to further this goal, the Gotei 13, to which he enlisted as an academy student many months after the destruction of the Loops.
Throughout his years as an academy student, Ashton raised a few eyebrows. While he wasn’t the most prodigious trainee to ever grace their presence, he wasn’t to be ignored. Most prominently in his knowledge of hollow and excellent skills of zanjutsu, while his kidou skills lacked ever so sorely. That fire burned bright and never dimmed for more than a few seconds, leading him to a great future. His charisma was palpable, and he acted upon that. Knowing that many of the people he associated with would have uses of varying importance, he invested into them. As a “friend” to some, a lover to some, and an acquaintance too, especially to the nobles who would become future puppets for his ascendance and influence.
Graduating at a recognizably high spot in his class, Ashton was assigned to the Seventh Division. This was, of course, another careful calculation of his social engineering, a female noble of the Seiryuu with a powerful daddy whom owed him for many nights of love and nurturing. With his sights set on gaining enough influence to somehow keep an ear on Central 46’s tile, and possibly string those in higher positions to do more for him. A political hunger developed from that hatred of injustice, a hunger for true and lasting peace. There wasn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do to make such a fantasy a reality for all souls.
Of the course of a nearly a century, the Shinigami grew more and more powerful, honing both his manipulative skills and his competence in combat. He climbed the ranks at a normal pace, through reputation and proficiency. Eventually, he even learned the name of his respective Zanpakutou, bonded with it, gained full control over his shikai which garnered more and more respect from his superiors and peers alike. With his true self never faltering, he orchestrated a multitude of situations where he was capable of not only displaying his incredible leadership skills, but his capacity to sacrifice his self for the sake of others, his cool composure, and flexibility. A trait needed both within and without combat. A trait that linked into his menial tasks as well: diplomacy, politics, and suchlike.
Such examples didn’t go unnoted, a fact that he was quite aware of. He continued to exhibit the aforementioned acts at every occasion for the many years, growing stronger and stronger until few within the Gotei 13 had the strength to defeat him, or to outsmart him.
Finally, at the age of one hundred and sixty-six, Ashton Arterius was promoted to the position of Lieutenant, directly under Itada. Being one that lacked noble blood, and especially in this squad, it was an honor that deserved a tip of the hat. Knowing him, or the persona he displayed, the majority of the division respected the man’s advancement. More importantly for the new fukutaichou, however, this was an opportunity of the lifetime that he couldn't afford to waste.
WRITER
Ash on HARD difficultyK-PROJECT, suoh mikoto as ashton arterius
coded by electric of gangnam style
