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I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 12 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Male.

Revenger Kazan Dec 18, 2013 20:04:15 GMT -5

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Post by KAZAN on Dec 18, 2013 20:04:15 GMT -5

"By blood
Be purified"

Kazan

Nine hundred thirty seven · Male · Arrancar

Build; Kazan stands at a daunting height of seven foot six, which is two hundred and thirty centimeters in the metric system. His flesh ripples with it's every motion in contractions of tremendous muscle, flexing in it's every motion. He stands in the league of most body builders despite his height and possesses an incredible level of upper body physique, which is carved into a perfect 'V' shape completely naturally. He also weighs three hundred and eighty pounds, all of which is raw muscle. He has a sculpted eight pack and deep muscle tone throughout his herculean body. However, while massive, his sheer height prevents him from looking 'hulking'. His musculature appears within human boundaries.
Features; Kazan is always seen with the same expression of rage on his face, but his features are surprisingly youthful and boyish. His face's softer, smother qualities don't quite match up with his extremely masculine body, although it's not exactly contrasting either. Kazan has the face of a young male just reaching his twenties, which seems almost tragic given his scarred body and brutal soul. His eyes are a bright red and his hair is of great length and beautiful golden blonde color, with the a texture somewhere between silk and soft feathers. Any strand of his hair is typically around six feet in length, though it varies as his long hair is often cut to some degree during fights.
Attire; Kazan wears very little, as he is quite proud of his scarred, muscly body. What he does wear is exceedingly barbaric; fitted around his hips and loins is a shaved down bone tasset made from the pelvis of a Hollow. Chains from this tasset bind the shoulder plates he wears, which are really just two tremendous skulls made from Hollow remains. On his right shoulder is a large reptilian skull with a row rusted meat-hooks of iron crudely attached to the bone. Chains hang loosely in unorganized form from the hooks, and attached to the back end of the skull is a large blood-red streak of fabric that was once a cloak before being damaged. It drapes down the right half of Revenger's back all the way down to his knees, swaying gracefully with his motions. He wears knee-high skeletal graves and vambraces of bone on his arms. Both his thighs and upper arms are also wrapped in chains; A blood red cloth hangs in short length in front of his crotch, attached to his crude bone tasset. It is the only thing covering his otherwise exposed genitals, and a similar short red cloth covers his rear by a short length.
Hollow Features; Visible in the center of Kazan's tongue is a gaping Hollow hole. It is two inches in diameter, and has largely reduced his ability to taste. He bears no tattoo because he does not belong to any Arrancar-related order. Kazan's mask remnants take the shape of a four tipped visor overlooking the bridge of his nose that is attached to his forehead. It elongates and curves back towards it's tapered upper length, which is longer than it's lower facial portion. The bone remnant greatly resembles medieval armoring in what little form it has and exudes a knight-like presence.

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General; Kazan is a bloody savage who has survived through 'law of the jungle' and raw power. He believes in strength and dominance - both of which are the only things he seeks and understands in life. He is largely uneducated and unable to do so much as read, though he is quite good at speaking after years of intimidating speeches and countless taunts to lure out foes. He does not believe in order, has no concept of peace or love, and simply seeks to defeat all beings and stand above all entities. He is a complete brute without finesse in everything except the efficiency of his crude fighting style and his understanding of armaments. He despises ranged weaponry, Resurreccion, and those who rely on Hollow techniques such as Cero and Sonido. He hates all order in Hueco Mundo, not limited to just the Renacimiento but all beings who attempt to establish society in a land where only individual strength should govern. He wishes to dye the white sands bright red with the blood of his fellow Arrancar and believes that all born of the Hollow should devour one another mindlessly until only one remains. Generally fearless, unscrupulous, and without mercy. Despises strong females and those who are "too calm" as he sees those who express civilized behavior.
Enjoys
- Combat
- Blood
- Chaos
- Melee weapons
- Toe-to-toe fighting
- Demolishing structures
- Unarmed combat
- Exchanging blows
- Facing enemies like himself
Hates
- Cowards
- Arrancar
- Order
- Powerful women
- Strategic enemies
- Civilizations abroad
- Hollow techniques
- Sonido
- Innocent beings
- Science
Habits
- Bone carving - will make sculptures on rare occasion
- Pointlessly grinding rocks to dust
- Punching things without reason
- Fighting indiscriminately
- Goes berserk often
Positive Traits
- Relentless
- Resolute
- Independent
- Decisive
- Confident
Negative Traits
- Easily provoked
- Brutish
- Reckless
- Detestable
- Prone to conflict
- Disorderly
- Acts perilously
- Uneducated
- Crude
- Predictable
- Uncivilized

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History: Born in the distant reaches of the Dark Ages, Kazan comes from an uncivilized corner of the world settled between Scandinavia, and the Mediterranean.

Kazan was one of the many children born of a tribe of Amazons - all female clans of warriors, who practiced intensely selective breeding and brutal training as soon as their daughters could hold weapons in order to produce the most deadly female marauders. Theirs was a mixed lineage from the much older Amazons of Greece and it's neighbors that collided with the viking dominated northernlands. Despite many generations and being countless miles away from their roots, this particular clan retained their Mediterranean namesake - the Oepertheans.

This tribe mingled with men sparingly, only for the sake of trading or producing children with male warriors that exhibited desirable traits. Sometimes these rare few men were prisoners, sometimes those who sought out the Amazons in pursuit of their legend, and some were simply passersby moving through their territory... all the same they were slain after "used", as the Oepertheans despised men in their entirety. Their own male children were no exception at all. Males born were tattooed with the rune of 'Naglfar' upon their foreheads, said to be a curse of chaos and misfortune in the Norse folklore of that time. The male infants were then tosses from cliffs or wateralls, almost all of which died either in the fall itself or the unforgiving journey to survival afterward.

Kazan was one of these boys. Marked painfully as a child, then hurled down from a waterfall close to an Oeperthean outpost, he would've died in the freezing rivers below like so many others had he not been dragged away by a nursing wolf without her pups. The nameless boy began life as a feral human child, suckling from the wolf's teat and relying on her body for warmth in the harsh northern climate. His survival was nothing short of a miracle. He lived with the wolves for seven years, before being expelled from their pack to fend for himself.

Even as a small boy Revenger was huge, at least by child standards. Amazonian blood flowed in his veins that had been refined by many generations of selective breeding. Living perhaps as humans were naturally intended, he hunted and killed prey with his bare hands and teeth, eventually learning to sharpen his teeth and nails into rocks as so to imitate the armaments of wolves and mountain lions. He survived infections and parasites, endured bitter cold and many scars from predatory animals he fought in territorial clashes, and in four years of life on his own grew into a vicious adolescent ruled by instinct and violence.

One day however the nameless Kazan was discovered by a passing scouting party of Capetian soldiers - the imperial power to replace the fall of Rome, becoming the foundation for the powerful nation of France. They were far from their home, but had room for the boy amongst themselves. Unable to communicate with him they instead lured in the boy with food, and fortunately had no knowledge of Norse mythology lest they recognize the black inky symbol placed upon his forehead. He eventually opened up to the soldiers as if they were his pack, though they saw him more in the sense of an adopted child. Too far from relatives to hand the boy off too, the soldiers raised him themselves from there on.

Kazan learned the older tongues of French; he was far more coherent as a human than he is now however. He was named 'Charlemagne' after the legendary crusading King of the Carolingian dynasty, for his great size and bright eyes. From outpost to outpost, then eventually back to France, ten years passed - three of which were spent with the now tremendous Charlemagne amidst his surrogate soldier parents. He was trained as they were and held an inherent thirst for battle, soon welcomed amongst the knighthood he rode with as one of their own troops. He battled brigands, rogues, thieves and rabid beasts in defense of numerous French villages. He fully understood what the people of France had done for him and wielded his axe - Charlemagne's weapon of choice - in their defense. He eventually gained the nicknamne 'Avenger' for the way he went into a terrifying frenzy when injured that led to a relentless berserk assault upon his enemies, often leaving hardly discernable and quite messy remains of foes.

For his service to the people of France, Kazan was knighted in service to a minor Lord commanding the same soldiers whom had taken him in as a boy. As a knight Kazan was then immediately tasked with leading a small band of soldiers far east to investigate claims of vast warrior tribes raiding settlements both French and foreign. A curious sense of dread was felt in him as he embarked on his journey, though the morale of his comrades was high; he had a tiny legend for himself in the making that would've gone on to be remembered quite likely. But he did not return from this journey...

The Avenger returned to familiar lands. The memory of his childhood was distant, and repressed in favor of his new and far more comfortable lifestyle. But seeing familiar destruction and no female bodies amidst the dead returned to him the recollection of his early years... and the fearful women he could scarcely remember. Consultation with the locals revealed that the Amazons were indeed responsible for the raids. They slew all the males, or briefly copulated with those they seemed suitable, then took the women as slaves or brides. The particularly young were raised as Amazons themselves.

Had he the time, he would have sent for help. But before he could so much as set up camp let alone dispatch couriers he fell into immediate ambush; he had a hundred soldiers, but over half fell to arrows, and only a handful survived the brutal combat that followed soon after. At the end of it all Charlemagne and his two axes were soaked in blood and sweat, from his friends and his foes, and the stench of excrement and blood filled the air. Countless armored shells and dead herculean women bearing a resemblance to himself littered the battlefield, lifeless and dead, while just three men stood with him remaining.

It was not a matter of biding time and sending for help now; it was about survival. with over a thousand miles stretched between himself and France. His smaller group now afforded him stealth, but every move demanded even more caution now, for he knew they'd certainly not survive another battle with the Amazons. Never had he faced such exquisitely organized carnage... or dreaded, mourneful loss as the soldiers of his adopted country lay dead and unburied. He vowed to return, as he set away in confidence.

Not more than a day passed before hunger set in. All the remaining soldiers and Revenger himself were quite large and muscled, which unfortunately meant a much greater strain on consumed resources. They caught a deer and roasted it before feasting, but not without a band of Amazons catching sight of their position.

Just as the Avenger and his small band of seasoned comrades were prepared to leave, footsteps entered the range of their ears in the brushes and shrubs of the northern forest. They knew what was to come; a silent understanding existed between them that they couldn't run, but attempted a feigned retreat before slipping into the trees and bushes. Dozens of Amazons pursued - and when they neared the concealed Frenchmen, Avenger and his brothers in arms sprung out to attack, driven by their pride in their country, faith in their religion, and battle hardened spirit as warriors.

The Amazons had not sent terribly many troops, but they did not lose to numbers; they lost because they lacked the advantage they once held. Though the Avenger did not win without wounds nor did his allies, at the end of it all heaps of dismembered warrior-women laid at their feet, with just two prisoners taken but fiercely resisting even when bound. The warriors treated their wounds as they discussed what to do with the captives... but one of the Amazons caught sight of the mark on Charlemagne's forehead.

In crude french she called out to him and revealed his true origin; a worthless male leech cast from a cliff, who could never defeat her proud tribe, much less the strength of it's women. She tore her tongue open in an attempt to commit suicide, but her head was split by an axe before she died - the Avender now knew why these women looked so similar to him. All tall and fiercely strong, tenacious and unrelenting, just like himself... the blood he was shedding from them was the same that flowed in his veins. He could not return to France.

Though he wished for his men to go, the three of them remained. One joked that they'd die of infection anyway, unlikly as their wounds weren't so deep. The next remained silent as was his way, giving only a simple nod; the third and by far most passionate set a hand upon the Avenger's shoulder and rose a fist proudly into the air with his brothers in arms. They had shed blood together now, and were bound by fate; if their lives were better spent here battling the brigands that terrorized settlers of France than on the impossible journey back, they were more than willing to shed their mortal coil here, swords, axes, and spears in hand.

They released the remaining captive, and told her they had changed their minds and were fleeing now. The less steely Amazon in comparison to her dead companion took the bait and ran - with the elite band of French knights following her in stealth, right back to a concealed Amazonian outpost. Avenger and his fellows assaulted them whilst they initiated preparations to pursue the Frenchmen, starting the last battle of their lives...

The Amazons here were every bit as elite as the seasoned knights. The tribal women sent after them before had likely been common soldiers amidst their own or novices, for the enemies Avenger and his allies faced now were both stronger and swifter, armed with sharper skills and deadly malice. His mind dissolved into a primal rage as he fought, his sense of humanity dissolving like hot butter dropped atop a scorching hot coal. One by one his comrades died, but they died well indeed...

It was a simple outpost, a series of leathery tents adorned in exotic feathers surrounding a single complex firepit suited for all manners of cooking and utility. But not an inch of it was free of blood now. The dirt ground became a soggy puddle of blood that continuously grew, littered with the corpses of proud Amazons and three elite French Warriors in their midst, slowly buried by fresh bodies of the newly slain. Something snapped in the Avenger... arrows struck him and accumulated across his form, but failed to pierce through the full layer of his rock hard muscles and tissue. His armor had long since been destroyed; gashes, cuts and bruises were spread across him, but it was as if the injuries no matter how abundant failed to cover his colossal body, greater than any of the Amazon's by at least two heads. He had entered into a berserk rampage of nearly inhuman wrath - the genes that the Amazons worked so hard to cultivate in their offspring was here, present amongst them... and cutting them down in the possession of their mortal enemy, a male warrior battling them on their own turf. It was a literal battle of the sexes. Eventually the Avenger's axes grew dull, then fractured, and finally broke. They were used until completely ruined before he began smashing heads and crunching ribcages with ferocious blows driven by extreme surges of adrenaline and extreme rage.

Hours passed, but the fight never ended in that time; when the outpost's original inhabitants perished, the Avenger had only enough time to take the weapons of his fallen allies to use in the stead of his broken axes. Clutching two impressive greatswords, he was now forced to alternate between mowing down waves of Amazons and using their bodies as shields for their storms of well placed arrows. It ended only at the order of an Amazon, with the many women warriors cautiously backing away from the dual wielding titan before them. The Avenger stood his ground, sweeping his blades forebodingly in careful shifts as he eyed a single female approaching him.

The matriarch of their tribe, the herculean Amazon bore an even more startling resemblance to himself. In broken french she decreed he was to be captured, that he'd proven what worth he had by now, and that he would sire daughters to replace those he had stolen. Much to her surprise he refused and charged in furious assault, but fell to a neat series of envenomed arrows before he could come within range of the woman. The mighty titan thudded atop a pile of dead warrior women, struggling to rise. In his last moments of fading consciousness, he could hear her remarking how strange it was that a son would actually return to the tribe, much less her own son. Infuriated as he understood that she said that in French just to torment his final moments, the Avenger suddenly rose, and following shortly was the blades of his fallen allies... he struggled only for a moment, before adapting; the Avenger's heart was beating so hard now that his weaker blood vessels were bursting slightly, causing his eyes to become fully bloodshot. His skin then slowly turned pink as he charged into his final assault; a fatal dose of adrenaline pumped through his veins, and his body would likely destroy itself long before the poison of the arrows would have any effect, sentencing him to his last few minutes of life. It would be a painful end to his short life... but by the Heavens, it was glorious.

Wielding the greatswords as if extensions of his body, the Avenger mowed down Amazons with even greater strength and speed than he had before. Daggers, axes, spears and arrows all struck his flesh throughout his fatal rampage, but no one weapon stopped him, and none of their wielders outlived the Avenger either. He killed waves of Amazons until reaching the archers, whom once thought themselves safe behind walls of their sisters, until entire rows of them were slashed in half by the giant begat of their own bloodlines. He was one incredible man alone, exacting vengeful genocide on his own biological people...

Charlemagne's own mother stepped onto the battlefield, steeling the morale of her Amazons; she was a legend of her own among her people. She brandished a single axe equal in size to Revenger's two original greataxes combined, commanding surprise even from him for a moment. But it did not last - in an incredible duel the Avenger fought his mother whilst being pelted by the arrows of the few surviving archers, before finally cleaving away three of the Amazon's limbs in a crossed slash of immense strength. She fell with a gaze of awe... stunned that she had been beaten by a man, but feeling a taboo sense of pride in that it had been a child of her own flesh capable of such destruction. She perished just before the Avenger charged over her corpse to slay the remaining Amazons, butchering the now fleeing warrior women into ribbons and remnants. Not even the archers escaped. And then finally... finally... it was over.

the Avenger fell to his knees, with thunderous breaths. He was trying to sustain his tremendous body and all the titantic power it had exerted... but he had pushed beyond his limit, and paid death for victory. He recalled the wolves fondly in his last moments, then the kind soldiers who fed him out of the goodness of their hearts, and the glory of France's proud cities. The Amazons that had made him seemed to alien and strange by comparison. As a child he'd seen the infants in the rivers and in piles beside the cliffs, dead, with the same mark he bore on his forehead tattooed onto theirs. His vision was distorted by hemorrhaging, but he began laughing as he realized something. He'd been trying to give himself a sense of fulfillment by thinking he'd ended something nefarious and injust... but 'I'm not satisfied' was all he could think.

He hadn't chosen to die for France, or his brothers; they kindled the flames of his rage to be greater but they hadn't started that inferno. He realized he still hated the Amazons. The image of muscular, tremendous yet beautiful women skillfully toting weapons filled his mind in hazy images as he realized he was dying. But the flame in him kept roaring, as if his own death and all their's combined hadn't doused it in the slightest. He hated them - they had stolen his childhood, rejected him, and planned to use and kill him. The bitterness he felt went deeper than his morality. But the sense of fading struck him, and it was too late to undo the fatal, mortal exertion of his body, covered in arrows and broken bloodied weapons.

"NO! Not yet, It's not enough! I must... more... MORE...!"

The Avenger didn't know if he'd spoken or thought those last words, as he reached death at the conclusion of that conclusive sentence.

As if his wish were granted, however, life didn't end there. Avenger was the opposite of most fresh souls in that he did not go straight to Soul Society when slain. So much hatred, regret and desire lingered in him instead that his Chain of Fate was reduced to dust by his extreme negativity before it even had a chance to appear, immediately creating a Hollow born from the soul of the Avenger, whom like a tree falling alone in the woods would have no legend of his glorious end no matter how thunderous his descent into death had been...

A tremendous masked being rose from the corpse of the giant man, who's fallen corpse still clutched both his greatswords tightly in a literal death-grip. As if to imitate his last memories of combat the red and black Hollow bore on it's forearms two great shapeshifting blades of bone; the wicked demon was clad in plates of bone, and from the back of it's helmet-like mask descended a great and flowing plume of golden blonde hair. It changed as the Hollow completed it's transformation, becoming a violent bloody bright red, as it's eye sockets shined a similar color in malefic light...

Then, lo and behold, once more the Avenger was surrounded by Amazons. Hundreds of them - all of which he vaguely recognized even in his monstrous state, for his final memories imprinted deeply on his new state. His memory had been all but incinerated by Hollowfication... but charred remnants remained, and familiar rage drove him to reenact the massacre. This time however, he devoured the Amazons in handfuls, lunges and snatches, cleaving through trees and tearing through land in pursuit of those who fled until he had taken not only their mortal lives but their souls as well. It was an exquisite start to his life as a Hollow. Consuming so many souls at once granted him great power, but more importantly fleeting euphoria. He became so addicted to souls his thirst rivaled even the worst amongst Hollows.

He was drawn to the Amazons still, and for the next few years gradually destroyed their settlements and devoured their people. It was feared by some that the curse they inscribed upon male infants to ensure their demise had turned against them after years of success... but in truth, it was one of the spurned children who grew into a fierce man, and beyond that a powerful Hollow fueled by hatred and grudge steeped in his regrets and insatiable rage.

Soon enough, no Amazons remained - singlehandedly the Avenger had contributed to their extinction. He'd lost much however. His comrades whom had moved immediately to Soul Society thanks to their lack of regrets, his knowledge of French and almost everything he remembered. What he did recall lacked logic or reason - it was the pure hatred he had for the Amazons, but he no longer remembered them by name. Only by image and emotion... the fleeting images his mind had replayed before him as he slowly perished. He continued to seek female warriors to devour, fighting many Shinigami, and travelling across the world as an extremely dangerous Hollow before finally dealt major injures yet again in a duel. This time however, he lived.

The Avenger made an exodus to Hueco Mundo to recover from his wounds, content to have injured his adversary... though his satisfaction was temporary. He soon found himself dueling again in the white desert. this time his ideal prey was a strong female Hollow. His mind was a ruin and his twisted perception saw strong female enemies as the Amazons he had faced in life, constantly taking him back to the experience partway. He lived an insane and crazed life as a Hollow populated by slaughter and vengeance that wasn't really revenge anymore, but a grudge that hadn't been satisfied and evolved into relentless hatred that no longer cared what it consumed so long as it resembled it's original creator.

The berserk Hollow endured numerous blood orgies of Hollows savagely tearing at another in large conflicts, but in one single fight greater than the others a terrifying experience swept both he and all the others away as they dissolved together into a singular being. The Avenger resisted, insisting he had to continue battling Amazons, unknowingly conquering the consumption that besieged most Gillian; when the towering black Menos was fully formed, it bore not a mask of it's kind, but the helmet-like effigy of the Avenger's fierce visage. His mind and body alike were quite altered...

A degree of sense was forced into him. He recalled names of his own, but 'Avenger' became 'Revenger' as his understanding of language was damaged even when restored. The name Charlemagne never returned; years later he'd choose the name Kazan as his own, shared only with a select few survivors of his power. He continued in unending, insatiable rampage, armed with more intelligence than before as he beset his fellow Gillian ruthlessly for years. He scooped up hordes and packs of Hollows in his colossal hands to shovel them all together into his gaping maw, leaving destruction and bloodshed wherever he went whether it was the white desert or the forest of great quartz tree trunks below. His evolution into an Adjuchas was gradual, but still swift. It made him an even greater terror in Hueco Mundo, soon leading him to be despised by the other Adjuchas and their own packs.

The Revenger stood with no minions. He used no cero either, but instead overwhelmed other Adjuchas with his melee prowess. He devoured their often bisected remains without remorse on a heavy diet of blood, masks, and souls. Centuries had passed, and more were yet to come, though Kazan evolved surprisingly soon. He attained the peak of menos development and entered their final stage, but unending wrath drove him to see battle wherever he could find it, both in the human world and Hueco Mundo. He continued to eat and eat pointlessly now as there was no fear of devolving as a Vasto Lorde. He contributed to the scarcity of his kind by murdering and eating them... particularly the stronger members of the farier sex amidst the Vasto.

Again however there came a time when the Revenger met his match in battle. He blocked what seemed to be a powerful assault on his mask... but though he completely thwarted the attack, whether triggered subconsciously or by his inexplicable desire for 'more' that had survived even death, his mask suddenly fragmented and shattered violently causing him to transform with a shockwave that blew away his opponent briefly. The furnace of unending wrath that sought to climb higher even atop the pinnacle of Hollow evolution had driven Kazan to become one of the exceedingly rare natural Arrancar, around the mid 1500's.

His new abilities served him well and he easily overwhelmed his enemy, but spared her. The Revenger's personality had developed tremendously... he allowed her to live so that she too would one day reach a level of power like his own. He then left, pursuing greater enemies still.

The time between battles grew very distant for the Revenger... he continued to learn in this time, accumulating knowledge of the Shinigami, Arrancar, and the Hollows. He learned full well of Hueco Mundo and discovered his Hollow powers in time, eventually sealing his excess power into a Zanpakuto like other Arrancar he encountered. However, unlike them, he refused to release; he still preferred to defeat enemies with raw strength, without reliance on a disfiguring transformation. The Revenger felt he was perfect as he was. He continued to battle and consume, gaining infamy and refining his abilities as an Arrancar. He fought abroad for centuries and honed his sense of combat into an art form; the motions and attacks of his enemies were recorded perfectly into his memory, as his mind itself was geared for battle in it's every detail. His combat style became a patchwork of the countless styles and techniques of enemies he had faced, which gradually developed and sharpened until it blended together seamlessly as his own brutal art of destruction.

But times changed too soon; Arrancar gathered and erected the great white walls of Las Noches, ruled by a single monarch not of their own. How sick it was to him that one Arrancar could be listed above all others... insult was added to injury at the subsequent creation of the Espada, consisting of powerful Arrancar also seeking to impose some manner of authority throughout the once comfortably lawless realm ruled by strength alone. But people organizing and fighting together silenced that chaos, and Revenger found his battles being divided further and further apart. Arrancars he would have dueled instead joined the ranks of Las Noches, depleting the desert of suitable enemies to isolate them in a single place he himself would be unable to defeat alone. It was a bitter turn for life.

However, the Revenger would not shirk away from the challenge. He continued to hone his techniques and seek adversaries as he always had, seeking strength so that he might one day topple the white walls of Las Noches and return the desert to it's familiar chaos...

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Alliance; Rogue Arrancar (Rebel, opposes the Renacimiento)
Difficulty: Hard
Alias; Revenger
Age of Appearance; Vague, but seemingly early twenties
True Age: 937

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Last Edit: Dec 18, 2013 20:21:19 GMT -5 by KAZAN

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Kyo

I JOINED ON January 1970. I'VE MADE 79 POSTS. I AM A SEXY Male.

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Post by Kyo on Dec 19, 2013 14:21:16 GMT -5

GREAT SPIRITUAL POWER: He's a vasto-lorde class natural Arrancar who's eaten enough souls to fill a small country. Revenger commands overall tremendous reiatsu and extreme physical power, both of which have been extensively evolved through centuries as a Hollow. Even after breaking his mask his continued lust for battle and consumption of life has hardened Revenger into a formidable presence capable of standing toe to toe with most foes.

EXPERT HAND-TO-HAND: Kazan has completely mastered the 'offensive' aspect of unarmed fighting. He is able to punch, kick, and headbutt so swiftly in a relentless sequence that he appears to move in a vague blur while attacking. He's capable of making countless strikes in an instant, or performing a slower strike usually when kicking that has devastating momentum. However, he's essentially only mastered half of what melee combat truly is, because he specializes purely in offense and completely neglects defense. He will take whatever damage thrown his way in the process of attacking - Kazan won't hesitate to knowingly take injuries if it means landing a strike because he has unwavering faith in his might. He has no idea what to do if someone tries to grapple or overpower him, but any time he can throw a punch, he is quite likely to ruin someone's day.

NO CERO: Kazan cannot use Bala, Cero, or any variant of these techniques - period. He has no skill in using them and doesn't even know how. They are detested by him as desperate equalizers for those who are weak and he would never dirty himself by resorting to such cowardly means. He is permanently unable to acquire such Hollow techniques and their relatives.

EXPERT WEAPON USE: As you would expert for a man who's literally existed in combat for numerous centuries, wielding improvised armaments abroad, Kazan is quite handy with weapons. He is most fond of huge blades, axes, and large weaponry of all kinds but is much more proficient with combat tools that rely on brute strength more-so than anything else. For this reason he generally prefers axes, cleavers, and machetes. When armed Kazan fights quite differently than he does with hand to hand attacks. Every swing is a slow, but potentially maiming or fatal blow, as the edge of his axe threatens even the toughest of hides. However, his knowledge of blocking and parrying is minimal, used only to make an opening for a counter attack. He is likely to take damage even when blocking, as he rarely intends to subvert damage.

NO SONIDO: Kazan does not practice Flash Step. Sonido is another technique he spurns as a desperate means of evasion for those too cowardly to stand up to their opponent's attacks. He does not know how to do it, has no understanding of the technique, and has never learned it nor will he ever. Sonido is for wussies. Don't dodge, take it like a man!

EXPERT HIERRO: Kazan does not specialize in Hierro, but it is a quality of his body he makes use of and benefits from. He has a very rough understanding of how Hierro works which makes it difficult for him to predict the amount of damage he'll take when blocking an attack, but his Hierro is generally quite strong, though it's not the strongest or even close to that. Nevertheless his Iron Skin is in the league of many high class Arrancar, capable of blocking most blades barehanded unless they have immense force behind them.

DISCORDIA PULSE: When facing those who rely 'too much' on energy based capabilities, Kazan uses this skill; with it he releases a large spiral projectile of transparent Hollow reiatsu. Everything inside of it appears grey until no longer in contact with it. The pulse has a significant effect on reiatsu based attacks, projectiles, structures, and substance of any kind. It weakens these things by scattering the energy they use beyond their ability to hold, essentially disintegrating forces such as kido or bala. It's also used to dampen the effects of any reiatsu driven enhancements as well. However, Discordia cannot completely negate anything, and will have a reduced effect on powerful reiatsu or reiatsu projected by a much stronger enemy.

PHYSICAL PESQUISA: Kazan can't really feel a person's spiritual power, and only gets a vague idea of their spiritual pressure based on what they exude. However he does have the natural sense of pesquisa - he just uses it differently. Kazan can release small pulses of his reiatsu through the ground or objects he's touching to 'feel' the location and shape of things around him within sixty feet. It's a short ranged sensory move quite similar to sonar, and while good for finding out where a foe is hiding, it's also useless in determining the actual spiritual power of enemies.

MASTER REGENERATION: Like most natural Arrancar Kazan retains his high speed regeneration, and didn't give it up for 'more' power either. Generally his regeneration works at a pace too slow to be noticed by the untrained eye, but by forcibly discharging reiryoku into this biological process, Kazan achieves swift regeneration capable of mending huge lacerations and growing back limbs. It is quite easy for him to use and he is capable of readily replenishing his blood supply with it, something he ends up having to do quite often. The length of time it takes to heal normally is usually days, but through this 'forced' regeneration Kazan can do it in seconds. Can't be used if he's exhausted.

PERFECTED STRENGTH: This is what Kazan lives for; the raw, brute strength of his body can demolish skyscrapers and beat enemies into pulpy, vaguely organic remains of what they once were. He commands a level of physical strength that one can only attain through sacrifice - he has abandoned reiatsu based offense completely, and instead devoted that spiritual power to empowering his body far beyond what anyone else would even consider. There is no level of defense that guarantees his blows will not break through; Revenger commands master-like strength but could be seen as more crude, though just as massive. He can lift innumerable tons, disfigure steel walls as if they were tin foil, and punches hard enough to shatter a skull.

NOVICE AGILITY: Kazan can't use Sonido, obviously limiting his mastery of agility; however, the raw muscular power of his legs does propel him quickly, and it's nothing to take lightly. He punches insanely fast but can't cross a large distance in a short amount of time, making it easy for him to be picked off at a range. Essentially the speed of his attacks is quite quick but all other forms of speed-dependent movement are what you would expect for a novice of his level.

NOVICE PERCEPTION: Unable to really feel spiritual pressure beyond a modicom of it's most basic properties, Kazan doesn't really try to sense reiatsu and wouldn't be very good at it even if he tried. His ability to discern the properties of abilities is limited - he just lobs Discordia at them and charges forward, unaware of the enemy he speeds toward is stronger or weaker than him.

NOVICE SPIRITUAL CONTROL: Kazan can't really use cero and naturally has a great difficulty in wielding any kind of spiritual technique. His mastery over reiatsu is poor, as is his control over even his own spiritual pressure, though he is capable of simple techniques and applications of it. However he generally only uses this as a countermeasure to his enemy's spiritual offense, as the spiritual techniques he wields rare as they are do no damage whatsoever.

ARRANCAR ZANPAKUTO

[/font] TYPE:[/b] Greataxe
ZANPAKUTO APPEARANCE: Carried by Kazan is a tremendous battle axe that is the physical form of his dormant Hollow powers given shape. The tremendous axe is a single edged, brute implement of flawless structure; it's haft is four feet long, and from it's top extends a great curved Axe blade framed by metallic teeth. The haft and blade are actually one piece, but a series of interlocking metallic plates surround where the two areas join and conceal the rows of metal fangs extending from beneath the plates to cling unto the axe blade's surface. The axe blade itself is tremendous; it extends a full 29" inches forward, and is 23" inches tall. While not impossibly large or entirely oversized the weapon boasts extreme sturdiness, but is also heavy. The axe blade is four inches thick except at it's neatly sharpened edge. The broad weapon's great weight is further backed by extreme durability. It's edge can cleave through solid concrete without fear of becoming dull. It is used in a manner similar to a bulldozer, intended to destroy all in it's path with a reliance upon nothing but raw strength... The entire axe weighs 186 pounds, and while difficult to swing, it is actually designed to be wielded with a single hand. Any normal person would probably wear this weapon on their back but Kazan instead is able to carry it bound to his hip. However, he usually carries it by hand anyway.
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ARRANCAR RESURRECCION

[/font] NAME:[/b] Conejo (Rabbit)
RELEASE PHRASE: "Matarlos, Conejo!"
RELEASE TYPE: Melee/Transformation
RELEASE APPEARANCE: The release itself is tremendous; Kazan's zanpakuto dissolves into an incredible quake inducing release of pure blood red energy that soon fades to pitch black, and assumes the inky ethereal form of a phantasmal skull above where he released, concealing his new form. Upon releasing Revenger takes on a completely different form; where the towering blonde savage once stood is now a soft fluffy white rabbit, with shiny red eyes and usual lapine features. This generally unassuming white bunny is Kazan. It is the size of your usual adult white rabbit, and looks pretty much just like one. An image can be seen below if you really can't imagine a fluffy white bunny.

RELEASE ABILITY: The power of Conejo concentrates all of Kazan's powers into an extremely small form, which is.... the erm... the soft white bunny. Appearances aside this is nothing to take lightly; the strength and speed he gains is tremendous, being several times greater than that of his unreleased form, although he can't wield weapons with his adorable front paws. Conejo allows for Kazan's reiatsu, which is now a dark inky black-green, to be discharged in currents of physical force. This kinesiomancy is used to deflect projectiles and further enhance the lapine's extreme physical prowess. It can even be discharged so long as the rabbit remains near it. However, when he releases Kazan loses most higher thought processes. His brain is shrunk down to fit into his new rabbit-sized skull, causing him to lose most human qualities. The fluffy white bunny possesses an extreme craving for flesh and has intense violent urges, driven by the instinct to bite off heads and rip out throats. This long eared mammal is the perfect expression of absolute evil, without remorse or restraint, as it seeks to inflict despair and devastation to no end merely for sick sadistic pleasure. Kazan is berserk for the entire duration of his Resurreccion as the killer rabbit and loses all vestiges of human existence, except for the sole quality of unrequited malevolence. In bunny form Kazan can manipulate his jaws and mouth as a whole, allowing it to expand and transform into a vicious fang-filled maw designed to devour a human head within fractal amounts of a second. This rabbit is not an herbivore, dining on the very souls of it's victims. It is, truly, the most foul beast...

RELEASE TECHNIQUES:

[/font] OF THE LAPINES:[/b] The Killer Rabbit's devastating supermove; by moving in swift circles at high speeds over and over and discharging kinetic currents of inky blackish green reiatsu around in spirals, Kazan forms what appears to be a sinisterly green-glowing black tornado that speeds violently towards his foes. He is within it but moves so quickly during the usage of his technique that numerous rabbit-shaped silhouettes can be seen within as afterimages of the murderous bunny. He will forcibly bite off chunks of structures and throw any weapons lying around into the tornado, all of which are used to bludgeon and lacerate foes within to add to the existing damage the killer rabbit will already inflict on those caught by his malefic gale.

LAGOMORPH STRIKE: The Killer Rabbit takes advantage of his immense leg strength by propelling himself forward at speeds the naked eye will not dare to record. In this high power, high speed technique Kazan completely concentrates the green-black shroud of reiatsu that usually envelops his rabbit form during attacks, all of which is discharged into a single bite upon getting close enough to an enemy's skull. This technique is designed to bite off the top right rear portion of an enemy's skull with a chunk of their brain. The damage is so substantial and highly concentrated that even an enemy of higher spiritual power will still receive a major if not mortal wound when struck. It takes exceptional agility and perception to avoid this technique, though it is not impossible. If an enemy can survive the damage they will be blind, as part of the brain portion consumed governs sight. Kazan must be still for a moment and needs to charge his reiatsu for a moment before striking as well, allowing enemies to be aware of the impending anus-cleaving assault he has in store for them.

HYPERSPEED: One of the perks of being a bunny is lightweight, effortless motion. The killer rabbit may go from tiny everyday bunny hops to sudden dashes of supersonic speeds, moving so fast that only an inky black and green blur of reiatsu is seen in a streak where he travels. The murderous bunny is capable of insane speeds, capable of making numerous attacks in a single second. His tiny body and vastly enhanced agility also make it quite easy to avoid attacks and leap for an enemy's weak spots. Though most fond of eating brains, the killer rabbit is also fond of gorging on the eyes and livers of his foes, snatching out the organs in sudden bursts of deathly agility.
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Last Edit: Dec 19, 2013 14:24:11 GMT -5 by Kyo

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