Jack Skellington

Basic Information

Name: Jack Skellington

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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Personality:

Jack is simply angry all the time. His time as a Hollow pet has tainted him and warped his very essence, creating a soulless killing machine. At least, that's what the hollow think they've done. While it is true that he has been demoralized, his anger and torturous glee are both fabrications. Sometimes he actually does hold this anger, and finds it easier to slip into the facade day by day, but for the most part, he's a very calm person.

While he does have an intense amount of pride, it is not for quincy or the quincy way. Jack, oddly enough, has a large quantity of Hollow Pride. Unlike other quincy, Jack doesn't hate all hollow. In fact, he was raised by Hollow, which means he has a familiar love for them. Although his diet had been changed to include Hollow, he holds no ill-regard for them, similar to how if a hunter eats a deer, they may not hate all deer. Food is just food.

Everyone needs to eat. It doesn't matter what. If they don't eat, they'll die. It's just survival of the fittest. People need to stop taking food personally. A meal is only a meal. Even if a rousing battle full of blood and action (which he enjoys; Jack became quite the adrenaline junkie with his lifestyle)

The hate that most quincy have for Shinigami and Soul Society, however, is concrete set. He hates all shinigami with a passion. He will wait for them to prove themself to him, as reason tells him to, but if they prove themself to be a useless creature or fetter, he will destroy them. Soul Society is a petri dish for scum.

Rank: 4

Sexuality: Straight

Relationship Status: Single

Armor/Glove Information

Name: Kürbis Fata Morgana (Pumpkin Mirage)

Bow Manifestation: The bow itself is a deep purple, nearly black in color, and it's length reaches 5'6". Deep curves and spikes present itself in the center. There are no real details or intricities in the design, though the cross-hair looks similar to a bat.

Looks:

His reiatsu becomes so potent it covers his body completely and gives him the appearance of something else. Something sinister. Jack refers to this form as his Pumpkin King form. The funny thing is, under the reiatsu mask, he still looks normal. If the cloaking is cut, he will still bleed. The cloaking is only as thick as his skin is anyway, meaning it doesn't provice any extra services, such as defence. Until this form turns off or is deactivated, all the 'skin' from the cloak that is cut off will reform, more time taken depending on the severity of the wound.

Techniques

Name: Orange Türöffnung
Description: This is a special ginto technique. Upon activation (which requires the incantation "Buzzing Memories hidden through a door, simple objects nothing more, When the full moon starts to climb we'll sing out!"), a pathway will appear between dimensions similar to a garganta. It opens with much similarities to the black doorway, though it is tinged with orange and in the shape of a large pumpkin.

Name: Kürbis-Cage
Description: All of Jack's arrows gain an imprint. After striking their target, no matter what it is, an imprint of his reiatsu is left on that substance. This imprint is in the shape of a pumpkin. If he curves his next arrow to touch more than one but not connect solidly, his reishi will form a solid line to connect the two or more. The more reishi he pumps into the arrow, the thicker the lines.

Name: Flamme Regen
Description: After firing a volley of arrows into the sky, they will split into numerous smaller arrows and rain down. The reishi that forms the arrows will have converted into a dark orange flame that can burn with an intense heat, capable of scorching bone forever.

Name: Heizen
Description: This technique creates a transparent, rectangular beam of energy from the silver tubes which slices through the opponent. It is activated by the command: "Feel the wrath of battle and accept this sacred chalice - Sacred Bite!"

Name: Gritz
Description: This technique forms a man-sized pentagonal Quincy cross which envelops its target. It is activated by the command: "A silver rod strikes the five-fingered stone bed - Quintuple Restraining Frames!"

Name: Wolke
Description: This technique uses a silver tube to create a large blast. While it may not be intended for use as such, Uryū uses it to cushion the impact of a fall. It is activated by the command: "Tilt the goblet to the west - Emerald Grail!"

Name: Hirenkyaku
Description: To perform the technique, the user gathers spiritual particles under their feet and rides them to the desired location. Like the air-walking skill displayed by most Arrancar and Shinigami, it can also be used to hover or fly for long distances.

Name: Reiryoku Absorption & Manipulation
Description: A Quincy primarily absorbs spiritual energy from the atmosphere, and combines it with his or her own spiritual energy to form weapons. They have an easier time collecting this energy in environments with higher concentrations of spiritual particles, such as in Soul Society or Hueco Mundo. To a sufficiently powerful Quincy, there is no difference between spiritual particles and spiritual energy as a source of power. They can manipulate spiritual energy for offensive purposes. A Quincy most commonly reshapes spiritual particles into various types of bow and arrows, but can also concentrate spiritual energy into the form of swords, Seele Schneider, or Gintō.

History and RP Sample

History:

To say the least, Jack was an accident. Not in the sense of his birth, he was planned between a quincy mother and human father, and conceived normally. At the age of five, his quincy powers were just beginning to manifest. His reiatsu would flicker around him occasionally, an orange glimmer tussling his brown hair. The accident was when an arrancar tore open a portal to earth and stole him. He was whisked away in the middle of the night, his parents not having a clue. The purpose? The arrancar in question was one of those with mass intelligence and curiosity. His hypothesis was that anyone could be brought down to an arrancar's level, that of 'evil'. He was right.

He was raised in hueco mundo as a hollow. The arrancar that raised him was named Rey Calabaza, and actually was a decent father. Surprisingly, he taught him everything he actually needed to know to survive. He could find food and water (Though he was raised as a hollow, the arrancar knew he needed to eat human food), although there was one catch. Jack was slowly adjusting to eating Hollow. By the age of 10, he was capable of eating Hollow normally. By the age of 12, he and Rey became well known in Hueco Mundo as a traveling pair of psychotic monsters that devoured all.

As he matured into a young teenager, he began to grow bored of simply shooting arrows. It was too tame. He needed more in his abilities. Rey agreed; An archer was nothing without some specialties. He needed something awesome. Something super special awesome. There was only one place he could get it, as well. Letting Rey open a garganta, he bid his father farewell and traveled to Earth. He wouldn't be back soon. For four years he looked for other quincy. It didn't take him too long. The quincy were a proud race, and though they were rare, they recognized their own kind.

Due to the taint of hollow, it was discovered that Jack had a certain style. His arrows seemed to give off a special after-effect; an image in the form of a pumpkin. In fact, everything he did had a special pumpkin motif. For this reason, he dubbed himself the Pumpkin King, and everything he did or made after that was sure to have a pumpkin style.

He was taught how to perform Hirenkyaku, form reishi panels, and even use Ginto. The most powerful thing he gained, however, was a special glove. His master had' actually given him a quincy glove in order to utilize his full potentials. The master taught him how to create seele shneiders as well, and even use Ransotengai, though he hasn't quite mastered it yet. His full potential, however, lies within his specialized arrow techniques. There was one thing he needed to do, however.

Using his special ginto, he was able to return to Hueco Mundo. Finding his father, he found the arrancar dead, slain by a shinigami. Why would someone kill his father? He was a gentle man, kind and caring. ...More or less. Enough was enough. His brother hollow may have been a tad barbaric, but they weren't evil by any means. Simply hungry. Everyone had to feed. It was finally time for him to use his abilities for something other than self-gratification. It was time to wage war on the murderous scum that was the Soul Society.

RP Sample:
Times were tough in this desert. Especially for Druid. All he wanted was a family. All he wanted was a home. All he wanted was to be loved and to love. Unfortunately, he wanted all of these things at such a sick obsession they became needs. Walking slowly in the harsh light of the moon, Druid's feet sank slightly in the sand-like quartz crystals that made up the desert. His path was clearly layed out before him. Absolutely nothing as far as the eye could see, and absolutely no one as far as the ear could hear. He must have been destined to be alone. It was an eternal curse. No matter what, these other brutes that filled Hueco Mundo just didn't understand his longing for a family. Well, it didn't matter. They could all go fuck themselves. Then again... maybe they could be useful. After all, they were a sort of family. They had given him a home, access to new abilities, and a sort of friendship/teamwork that normally went along with family.

Staring at the number eight that was tattooed horizontally across his left hand, Druid placed his right hand over the number, still being able to see it through the hollow hole that was oddly placed there. Sighing, both hands dropped to his sides, before he changed his mind and slid them into the pockets of his jacket. Continuing his lonely saunter onwards, he finally saw something. It had taken him several hours, and the only thing he saw was white crystal sand and his shadow, given to him by the large moon shining in the same position forever behind him. What he saw was a large palace. Las Noches. That's what that other guy had called his home, the one who turned him into an arrancar and give him the eight tattoo. He was the one whom told him to go there. Grinning slightly, a single thought flickered through Druid's head. He just may have a family.

Suddenly, something actually broke the silence. A sound that filled his ears as naturally as chocolate cake filled fat people. Wiggling his toes slightly in the sand, he felt tremors rock the earth under him. Something was coming. Something big. Sliding his foot quickly, he half-pivoted, half-slid in order to turn around. There. Something WAS following him. It was an adjuchas around the same size as a menos grande. It appeared to be a flaming moose, or something. A really big flaming moose. And it was clearly about to attack him. Unsheathing Ryuga from his back, Druid burst forward with Sonido and bit deeply into the calf of the beast with his sword. Roaring, the adjuchas lifted it's leg and kicked at Druid with surprising speed. Well that just wouldn't do. Flipping to the side out of the way, Druid launched into the air facing the Moose's head. Charging a Cero in the hole of his left hand while remaining stationary, a large fire ball was charging in the beast's mouth at the same time.

Fire was beginning to get annoying. Firing the Cero, the red ball/beam of energy cut through the fire and shot down into the adjuchas throat, burning him through from the inside as if he had chucked a water balloon filled with acid. Sonidoing above the beast, Druid merely floated along the currents of reishi in the air back to the bottom as the flaming moose's fire died out and his corpse disappeared. Landing lightly on the balls of his feet, Druid wiped the blood on his blade off using the charred corpse of the moose thing. Sliding Ryuga back into his sheathe that clung tightly on his back, Ryuga continued on his merry way, actually smiling slightly. And then he saw it. A large building loomed on the horizon.

Sprinting along down the sand dunes that led to Las Noches, Druid's mind raced. Would they accept him? Were there females? Could he finally have children and raise a good family? Or were they just monsters like the other beasts that roamed this place? Shaking his head to clear them of such thoughts, he continued on his sprint towards the door. In his excitement, he actually managed to slip and fall in the sand, but rolled through it and kept running after even touching his bare feet to the crystals once more. It was very fast, and very amusing. None of it mattered to him though. Spitting out a glob of quarts sand casually, he finally made it to the door. Wiping a thin layer of sweat from his brow, he tweaked his hair to look good and waited a moment for his flushed skin to cool down.

Taking a deep breath, he smiled genuinely and pushed open the massive palace doors. Entering the darkness that existed in the doorway, two words breathed ironically quietly from his mouth, "I'm Home..."