Melchior, Black death of the sky.
Age/Visual Age: around 1000 or so/ 19-20
Gender: Male
Rank: 5th espada
Appearance: The first thing you would notice about Melchior is his eyes, since they are of a golden, shimmering colour, with thin pupils and a gaze that makes you feel like he stares right through you. His hair is waist-length and blond, flowing, straight and silky. When he moves fast, his hair whips and lashes about his body. His frame is tall, slender and without much noticable muscle, with thing piano-player hands and lily-white skin. All the while he is a beautiful creature, but his gaze and posture quickly makes you feel like you are not worthy of even looking at him. The remnants of his hollowmask is in the form of a pair of long, slender ears, almost like an elfs, that extend backwards from where any persons ears would be
Scars/Tattoos: The only thing sullying his beauty is a small burnmark underneath his left eye.
Hollow hole position: Right at the heart.
Left/right handed: Right handed.
Personality: First impression- A cold, uncaring person. Like a painting he is beautiful and alluring, but distant from our reality. It doesn't take much prodding before it shows though, the hate. Melchior is a very hateful person at heart, he sees everything involving love and relations as something that should be smashed. He has often gone out of his way to destroy his enemies relationships and the like. He is manipulative and pridefull, only seeing those that can force him to his knees as an equal.
Sexuality/status: He will sleep with anyone for pleasure, but since he hates love, he will probably never be 'busy'.
DOB: Unclear
Birthplace: Unclear
DOD: Unclear
Place of Death: A cliff covered in sand, lit up by the dieing sun.
Favorite/dislike food: Shrimp, other hollows/fast food
Favorite/hate place: The human world/White sands
Hobbies?: Destroying peoples relations, harassing underlings.
Tattoo number and location: a 5 in the back of his neck
hole location: Right at the heart, that is to say to the left on his chest.
Maskremanings and shape:In the shape of two slender ears, not unlike an elfs.
menosclassification before becoming a arrancar: Vasto lorde
History: Melchior, wich is a name he gave himself, grew up loved and cared for like a prince. In his home village he was adored by everyone, and like a children he quickly began testing the boundaries of this love. But whatever he did, how ever far he went in his pushing of the laws, people never got angry, never hated him, never cursed at him. It seemed one could only love him and nothing else. This resulted in a single conclusion for Melchiors sake: Love is worth nothing. Whatever he did noone would hate him, noone would stop cheering for him and adoring him.
Soon enough, this slight hate turned to resentment, and then pure, murderous hatred that made him pick up his spear and slaughter all people around him. But no matter how many he stabbed ord broke, they all said they loved him as their last words. Every, single, one!!
He murdered them all. Along with the rest of his feeling toward all humans.
The last one came, his sister, crying for their dead parents, and crying because she found herself unable to pick up the spear and fight her brother back. As the spear came towards her, she changed. She fought back, and the battle between siblings who loved eachother lasted for hours on end.
It was by nightfall, when the sister finally cried out: "I HATE YOU!!" that Melchiors spear fell. He was pierced in the heart, and fell off the cliff they had been fighting their way up to.
He soon came back, as a hollow. And immediatly in this stage he felt a terrible hunger wrecking his insides. It was not long before he started gourging himself on humans, soon devoloping a taste for making couples murder one another and then eating their tortured souls. He even ate a couple of shinigami before the hunger grew too large and he had to start preying on his own. All hollows that crossed his paths were ripped to shredds by his talons and picked clean by his beak. He was the black death of the skies. This hollow then became a menos, but instead of losing his personality Melchiors mind took control of the powerfull form, eating Menos Grande this time and soon enough devoloping even more. By the time he transformed into a hollow he was known as the Vasto Lorde of the skies, always seeking prey from the black air of Hueco Mundo.
At first, he did not care for rank or such, and the first years of his arrancar-dom were merely a travel across the plains, killing hollows out of boredom. Soon enough, though, he was sought out by a couple of arrancar seeking new slaves and warriors. He killed them and ate them, devouring everything with his hatred. Before long he reached Las Noches, barging in in his usual dissonant manner he took on all enemies in his path, until he crossed paths with the fifth espada of the time. The battle was not long, and Melchior emerged the victor. As he was about to continue his spree a man of immense power emerged before him, pressing Melchior down with his reiatsu alone. For the first time in decades, Melchior felt that someone was superior to him, and he swor this man alligence, being rewarded the place as the new Fifth espada.
Zanpakutou
Zanpakutous Name: Cuervo (Raven)
Zanpakutous appearance: In its sealed form Melchiors zanpakuto is a fairly normal-looking spear, although much longer and stronger built. It's handle is jet-black, it's tip is about as long as a katana and in a golden colour. Around the tip a mass of feathers hang. All in all the spear is about double Melchiors length, so almost 12 feet or so. The handle is very flexible and it's reach gives him an advantage in close combat. He may also throw it with tremendous force. Although he has a habit of quickly stab his enemies in the heart, then spinning the weapon, creating a perfect hole in their chest.
Resurrecion:
Name: Odioso Cuervo (Hated raven)
Appearance: First of all his hair is turned black as void, and at a closer look it seems to be made out of feathers. These feathers also extend into something akin to a large, black cape around his frame. The most part of his body is covered in a bone-like substance, like what many hollows and arrancar have as natural armor. His hands form rasorsharp claws, where each finger looks like the skull of a raven, albeit the beak being longer, thinner and much, much sharper.
Kingdom: Raven
Element: Darkness (void)
Techniques
Name: Sombra Bala
Ability: Almost like a normal Arrancar-bala, but instead of consisting of red energy, it is made out of a jet-black energy in a shape not unlike a raven speeding through the air. It holds much destructive power in comparison to its size, but its greatest strenght is the fact that he can controll its path by thought only. With enough time he can produce several of these that fly around the enemy in order to destroy them. Although ten is the most he can controll, as long as he does not have to defend himself against an attack, in wich case all Sombra Bala just fly in a straight line until it hits something.
Duration: Until it hits something
Cooldown: One post
Name: Vacio (void)
Ability: A defensive ability where Melchior projects a field of black energy that cancles out all other reiatsu-abilities and kidou. Within this void only physical techniques such as sonido and flash step work. The downside is that Melchior himself cannot use any reiatsu either, making this somewhat of a double-edged sword.
Duration: 2 posts
Cooldown: 2 posts
Name: Blindado Sombra Cero (Armored shadow cero)
Ability: Odioso Cuervo's strongest offensive technique. Melchior produces a jet-black cero (not as powerful as Cero Oscuras, merely looking like one), but instead of shooting it at the target he adorns it like an armor, becoming a figure of pure black energy that seems to burn in the pattern of feathers. In this form Melchiors speed, strength and defence become alot stronger, and all of his physical attacks are imbued with the power of a small cero. He can regulate this power and waste it all in one attack if he wishes, or dish it out in several. All in all a normal punch does about the same damage as a Bala. The downside to this is that the energy actually burns his own body, and if the enemy manages to survive his onslaught they pretty much have an open goal to kill him. He has been known to use this technique on only parts of his body, limiting its power, but also its downsides.
Duration: Depends, from 1 to around 25? (The damage on him gets worse the longer he goes on, though)
Cooldown: About a month.
RP Sample:
He was a bright figure on the canvas of earthly night. His golden hair seemed to sparkle in the light of the stars, making them jealous. Despite all this, noone could see him down there.
The humans. Prowling their streets, unaware of how insignificant they were, unaware of how worthless their lifes and their accomplishments were. He hated them with a passion.
Suddenly he moved, a blurr, and then he was in an alley, facing a big, lumbering creature with a mask of bone over its face. The creatures muscles tensed, it growled at him.
Hollows too, they were all so small and petty.
Melchior looked at the Hollow as if he starred right through it, as if it didn't exist. Something inside the creature told it to back down, and it did, getting on its knees and becoming a quivering bulk of muscle in the far end of the alley. Melchior turned to what he had come for:
He had been stalking them for a month now. A young man and his girl. They had both colored their hair red together, he had made them hate the color with whispers in the night, with hollows eating the girls dog while her boyfriend was watching it. He had tinkered and tankered with their relationship and now, finally, the girl was pressed up against the alley-wall, her boyfriend screaming at her from the top of his voice. Melchior did not care what they were speaking of, he was invisible to them, and as they screamed at eachother he walked closer.
Soon, pretty soon. He could see the boy fingering on something inside his jacket. A knife most probably, the girl would die. And then he would eat their souls.
It wasn't a knife, it was a small, black box. And as the boy went down on his knees crying of desperation. He told the girl the words that Melchior hated, and suddenly a fire grew inside the arrancars golden hues. His right hand shook. The girl listened intently, soon opening her full lips to give the boy an answer-
But as the yes came, the boys head was already making half a circle in the air, landing on its face in a trashcan. Too late the girl realized she seemed to be floating. She saw her own body, and her last thoughts faded.
Melchior turned to the frightened hollow behind him. It was hungry, he could tell as he held out the two fresh, human souls. It reached for them and he snapped its massive arm like a twig, before taking a step closer, smashing its mask to pieces with an almost lazy movement.
A months work for nothing.
He hated humans. he thought, as he gulped down both the souls and the flesh of his newly slain prey.
Age/Visual Age: around 1000 or so/ 19-20
Gender: Male
Rank: 5th espada
Appearance: The first thing you would notice about Melchior is his eyes, since they are of a golden, shimmering colour, with thin pupils and a gaze that makes you feel like he stares right through you. His hair is waist-length and blond, flowing, straight and silky. When he moves fast, his hair whips and lashes about his body. His frame is tall, slender and without much noticable muscle, with thing piano-player hands and lily-white skin. All the while he is a beautiful creature, but his gaze and posture quickly makes you feel like you are not worthy of even looking at him. The remnants of his hollowmask is in the form of a pair of long, slender ears, almost like an elfs, that extend backwards from where any persons ears would be
Scars/Tattoos: The only thing sullying his beauty is a small burnmark underneath his left eye.
Hollow hole position: Right at the heart.
Left/right handed: Right handed.
Personality: First impression- A cold, uncaring person. Like a painting he is beautiful and alluring, but distant from our reality. It doesn't take much prodding before it shows though, the hate. Melchior is a very hateful person at heart, he sees everything involving love and relations as something that should be smashed. He has often gone out of his way to destroy his enemies relationships and the like. He is manipulative and pridefull, only seeing those that can force him to his knees as an equal.
Sexuality/status: He will sleep with anyone for pleasure, but since he hates love, he will probably never be 'busy'.
DOB: Unclear
Birthplace: Unclear
DOD: Unclear
Place of Death: A cliff covered in sand, lit up by the dieing sun.
Favorite/dislike food: Shrimp, other hollows/fast food
Favorite/hate place: The human world/White sands
Hobbies?: Destroying peoples relations, harassing underlings.
Tattoo number and location: a 5 in the back of his neck
hole location: Right at the heart, that is to say to the left on his chest.
Maskremanings and shape:In the shape of two slender ears, not unlike an elfs.
menosclassification before becoming a arrancar: Vasto lorde
History: Melchior, wich is a name he gave himself, grew up loved and cared for like a prince. In his home village he was adored by everyone, and like a children he quickly began testing the boundaries of this love. But whatever he did, how ever far he went in his pushing of the laws, people never got angry, never hated him, never cursed at him. It seemed one could only love him and nothing else. This resulted in a single conclusion for Melchiors sake: Love is worth nothing. Whatever he did noone would hate him, noone would stop cheering for him and adoring him.
Soon enough, this slight hate turned to resentment, and then pure, murderous hatred that made him pick up his spear and slaughter all people around him. But no matter how many he stabbed ord broke, they all said they loved him as their last words. Every, single, one!!
He murdered them all. Along with the rest of his feeling toward all humans.
The last one came, his sister, crying for their dead parents, and crying because she found herself unable to pick up the spear and fight her brother back. As the spear came towards her, she changed. She fought back, and the battle between siblings who loved eachother lasted for hours on end.
It was by nightfall, when the sister finally cried out: "I HATE YOU!!" that Melchiors spear fell. He was pierced in the heart, and fell off the cliff they had been fighting their way up to.
He soon came back, as a hollow. And immediatly in this stage he felt a terrible hunger wrecking his insides. It was not long before he started gourging himself on humans, soon devoloping a taste for making couples murder one another and then eating their tortured souls. He even ate a couple of shinigami before the hunger grew too large and he had to start preying on his own. All hollows that crossed his paths were ripped to shredds by his talons and picked clean by his beak. He was the black death of the skies. This hollow then became a menos, but instead of losing his personality Melchiors mind took control of the powerfull form, eating Menos Grande this time and soon enough devoloping even more. By the time he transformed into a hollow he was known as the Vasto Lorde of the skies, always seeking prey from the black air of Hueco Mundo.
At first, he did not care for rank or such, and the first years of his arrancar-dom were merely a travel across the plains, killing hollows out of boredom. Soon enough, though, he was sought out by a couple of arrancar seeking new slaves and warriors. He killed them and ate them, devouring everything with his hatred. Before long he reached Las Noches, barging in in his usual dissonant manner he took on all enemies in his path, until he crossed paths with the fifth espada of the time. The battle was not long, and Melchior emerged the victor. As he was about to continue his spree a man of immense power emerged before him, pressing Melchior down with his reiatsu alone. For the first time in decades, Melchior felt that someone was superior to him, and he swor this man alligence, being rewarded the place as the new Fifth espada.
Zanpakutou
Zanpakutous Name: Cuervo (Raven)
Zanpakutous appearance: In its sealed form Melchiors zanpakuto is a fairly normal-looking spear, although much longer and stronger built. It's handle is jet-black, it's tip is about as long as a katana and in a golden colour. Around the tip a mass of feathers hang. All in all the spear is about double Melchiors length, so almost 12 feet or so. The handle is very flexible and it's reach gives him an advantage in close combat. He may also throw it with tremendous force. Although he has a habit of quickly stab his enemies in the heart, then spinning the weapon, creating a perfect hole in their chest.
Resurrecion:
Name: Odioso Cuervo (Hated raven)
Appearance: First of all his hair is turned black as void, and at a closer look it seems to be made out of feathers. These feathers also extend into something akin to a large, black cape around his frame. The most part of his body is covered in a bone-like substance, like what many hollows and arrancar have as natural armor. His hands form rasorsharp claws, where each finger looks like the skull of a raven, albeit the beak being longer, thinner and much, much sharper.
Kingdom: Raven
Element: Darkness (void)
Techniques
Name: Sombra Bala
Ability: Almost like a normal Arrancar-bala, but instead of consisting of red energy, it is made out of a jet-black energy in a shape not unlike a raven speeding through the air. It holds much destructive power in comparison to its size, but its greatest strenght is the fact that he can controll its path by thought only. With enough time he can produce several of these that fly around the enemy in order to destroy them. Although ten is the most he can controll, as long as he does not have to defend himself against an attack, in wich case all Sombra Bala just fly in a straight line until it hits something.
Duration: Until it hits something
Cooldown: One post
Name: Vacio (void)
Ability: A defensive ability where Melchior projects a field of black energy that cancles out all other reiatsu-abilities and kidou. Within this void only physical techniques such as sonido and flash step work. The downside is that Melchior himself cannot use any reiatsu either, making this somewhat of a double-edged sword.
Duration: 2 posts
Cooldown: 2 posts
Name: Blindado Sombra Cero (Armored shadow cero)
Ability: Odioso Cuervo's strongest offensive technique. Melchior produces a jet-black cero (not as powerful as Cero Oscuras, merely looking like one), but instead of shooting it at the target he adorns it like an armor, becoming a figure of pure black energy that seems to burn in the pattern of feathers. In this form Melchiors speed, strength and defence become alot stronger, and all of his physical attacks are imbued with the power of a small cero. He can regulate this power and waste it all in one attack if he wishes, or dish it out in several. All in all a normal punch does about the same damage as a Bala. The downside to this is that the energy actually burns his own body, and if the enemy manages to survive his onslaught they pretty much have an open goal to kill him. He has been known to use this technique on only parts of his body, limiting its power, but also its downsides.
Duration: Depends, from 1 to around 25? (The damage on him gets worse the longer he goes on, though)
Cooldown: About a month.
RP Sample:
He was a bright figure on the canvas of earthly night. His golden hair seemed to sparkle in the light of the stars, making them jealous. Despite all this, noone could see him down there.
The humans. Prowling their streets, unaware of how insignificant they were, unaware of how worthless their lifes and their accomplishments were. He hated them with a passion.
Suddenly he moved, a blurr, and then he was in an alley, facing a big, lumbering creature with a mask of bone over its face. The creatures muscles tensed, it growled at him.
Hollows too, they were all so small and petty.
Melchior looked at the Hollow as if he starred right through it, as if it didn't exist. Something inside the creature told it to back down, and it did, getting on its knees and becoming a quivering bulk of muscle in the far end of the alley. Melchior turned to what he had come for:
He had been stalking them for a month now. A young man and his girl. They had both colored their hair red together, he had made them hate the color with whispers in the night, with hollows eating the girls dog while her boyfriend was watching it. He had tinkered and tankered with their relationship and now, finally, the girl was pressed up against the alley-wall, her boyfriend screaming at her from the top of his voice. Melchior did not care what they were speaking of, he was invisible to them, and as they screamed at eachother he walked closer.
Soon, pretty soon. He could see the boy fingering on something inside his jacket. A knife most probably, the girl would die. And then he would eat their souls.
It wasn't a knife, it was a small, black box. And as the boy went down on his knees crying of desperation. He told the girl the words that Melchior hated, and suddenly a fire grew inside the arrancars golden hues. His right hand shook. The girl listened intently, soon opening her full lips to give the boy an answer-
But as the yes came, the boys head was already making half a circle in the air, landing on its face in a trashcan. Too late the girl realized she seemed to be floating. She saw her own body, and her last thoughts faded.
Melchior turned to the frightened hollow behind him. It was hungry, he could tell as he held out the two fresh, human souls. It reached for them and he snapped its massive arm like a twig, before taking a step closer, smashing its mask to pieces with an almost lazy movement.
A months work for nothing.
He hated humans. he thought, as he gulped down both the souls and the flesh of his newly slain prey.
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