Post by zero sinclaire on Apr 6, 2009 19:33:53 GMT -5
[/i] clothing and is difficult to pick out from the ordinary. he tries his best to stay with the flow and reduce all variables of him sticking out, though in the end miserably failing due to his obsession with the renaissance. then again, he could just be mistaken for some kid who has a dead set passion for gothic clothing.[/ul]
( kouki zero sinclaire )
the vizard
"should i cry for the dead when i’m one myself?"
name: kouki zero sinclaire
alias: kioku, kou, sin
age: seven hundred and sixty ; seemingly twelve
gender: male
appearance:
( the nonsensical rebellion )
“an invisible and invincible enemy: yourself.”
“an invisible and invincible enemy: yourself.”
zanpakutō: chéri memoria
shikai: dispersez la haine, mon chéri
voyez – one of his blade’s specialty is detection, just like any support role, and this attack allows him to scan a whole area and get a census of the average reiatsu levels of anyone within the vicinity. he is able to sustain the duration and lengthen the area coverage but it takes a great toll on his body.
corrumpez – another specialty of his blade, opposing his detection element, is distortion, which is what this attack is for. it takes his own reiatsu level and messes it around by making it either very low, almost non-existent, or insanely high to scare off (or attract) opponents to him. of course, there is always the possibility of making his level shift from high to low, low to high as well. just like the previous ability this also drains him depending on duration of usage.
illuminez – by far this is the only offensive attack in his shikai’s artillery. this attack involves a quick succession of high speed slashes left and right which creates a pentagram pattern on the ground. he will then jump away and mutter or yell out a command and the opponent(s) within the said symbol will be “illuminated” with clumps of reiatsu shooting from each line and angle; this attack is severely draining and is usually used only four times a day.[/ul]
bankai: rejetez la peine, mon memoria
étourdissez – his storm element will become a supportive role, and to a certain extent an offensive role as well. the area will start to be enshrouded by a thick fog, almost ‘blinding’ really, which practically blocks out the sense of sight with sound effects of rattling winds and whatnot. from there illusionary copies of himself will appear and swing about his sword, delivering a quick gust of air and clear the fog, only to show the opponent a sickly red scar across his/her chest, back, or any part of the body hit.
brouillez – this particular attack is supportive. with the use of wind his blade will conjure up gusts and small whirlwinds of wind at fairly high speeds zooming in all directions to halt or at least slow opponents down. these gusts are also capable of damage due to their speed and any object they pick up.
mort – this attack highlights a more brutal side to the “storm” element. immediately from the name alone, one thing comes to mind: it’s gonna hurt. this attack relies on the situation around him – the cloudier, the colder, the foggier, and etc the better. however, at the same time, it also relies on his emotions, which increases the rate of destruction just a bit more. everything around him begins to rage, as if conveying his unstable emotions, and takes the shape of hilt-less swords which rush at enemies at his command. this technique can be used at a maximum of twice per day, sometimes less; zero refers to this attack as a ‘last resort.’
renaissance – the only attack in his whole artillery which is a healing spell. “rebirth” relies on both the wind and storm elements to create a type of “breeze” which sweeps through selected targets (from his mind) in a shape of a “spirit” (supposedly, his zanpakutō’s apparition) and heals most, if not all, wounds on them. however, this only goes to external wounds and not internal organs; this attack also drains him quite a bit and is used as a ‘finale’ of sorts.[/ul]
kidō:
tenteikuura – used to communicate with multiple souls of his choice as opposed to relying on technology all the time.
haien – with a concentration of reiatsu and snap of his fingers he can generate a small blue-grey flame to spread and incinerate the target to ashes.
kurohitsugi – this spell summons a black coffin which engulfs and damages the enemy.[/ul]
hollow mask appearance:
( regain the forgotten )
“time still moves forward, it won’t matter anyway.”
“time still moves forward, it won’t matter anyway.”
personality:
likes – dark colours, video games, monochrome photographs, manga, lollipops
dislikes – neon colours, texting, paintings, romance novels, jellybeans
hobbies – gaming sprees, monochrome photography, collecting bus transfers, staring off into space, singing (whenever he feels like it)
habits/quirks – nail biting, chewing loudly, grimacing, easily surprised, pansexual
objectives – he doesn’t have any at the moment.[/ul]
history:
( all i have )
“there’s absolutely nothing to lose.”
“there’s absolutely nothing to lose.”
name: destroyer ; kuro-kun !
contact: pm, email (please do not add to msn) ; please pm for personal contacts
role-play sample: length depends if i’m lazy at the moment or not. sample taken from only nightmare.[/size]
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don't forget,
He was simply sitting there, staring at the sky, lounging and freeloading at the various tombstones all over. Of course, none of them had any appeal to him, most of the names having no significant impact on him, but the atmosphere was more than enough for him. Honestly, it wasn't even that time of the year yet, but right now he had nothing better to do, and he hadn't visited in such a long time too. When he left, he left everything, including this. Then again, he had left that particular memory a long time ago, in another foreign country no less. Perhaps if they had some type of nameless monument it would've made things better, but of course, there wasn't one. All he could do right now, in this place, was sit and reflect.
... not that it did much in the long run anyway.
It was cold right now and the leftover packets of snow were slowly melting away, evaporating really, and showing the dead grass, sticks, stones, and wet leaves which remained. For a cemetery, it did look nice. Most of the ones he'd been too were usually in fields, not in patches of concrete and little blades of grass. The place was modest and small, nothing like the vast expanses he remembered from oh-so-long ago. Not that he wanted to.
There was really nothing much for him to do here, just sit on his arse and stare, nothing more. There was totally nothing to reflect about, because he absolutely refused to look back, and no person to visit. Out of the blue, the young man let out a frustrating sigh, exhaling in exasperation and shoulders slumping in defeat. He might as well just throw the flowers, like he usually did, and let them scatter. Only problem was, there was no wind at the moment. Super. Instead, from his spot, he simply got up and felt around his coat. It was red, dark and blood-like in colour (oh the irony), cozy and thick enough to withstand the pre-spring weather. After searching for a few moments he decided to check his pants, where the little box was, and took out the small carton. It wasn't a healthy thing to do, much less for a person his age, but he could hardly care less. Fiddling a few more minutes to find a lighter he popped one of the sticks into his mouth, flickered on the little item, and smoked away.
It would serve as a good test for the wind, if it blew the ashes away. Or maybe, this time around, he would burn the flowers and let them scatter as ashes. Either way, no matter what, the flowers were going.you're never alone.