Katsuji Kuroi ~ Knight of Blood [Arrancar]

Name: Katsuji Kuroi

Age: Unknown, altough along Malicia he must be around two or three hundread years old.

Gender: Male

Rank: Arrancar

Number: Coming soon

Looks: Katsuji is a tall and well-looking individual. His hair draws somewhat of a blue-ish pale color, long enough to fall behind his shoulders. His eyes are sharp looking and of an amber tint. He also has a pair of sharp fangs, and most of his teeth are pointy and knife-like, just like he posseses claws too.



Hollow Hole: In his neck.

Mask Fragment: His fangs and collar are the remains.

Number Tattoo: -


Sexuality: Whatever comes, he doesn't really care nor has a tabu for anything in particular.

Relationship Status: Unknown. He doesn't understands much of them either.

Resurrecion Information

Name: Cerbero

Represent: Hellhound

Family: Nature (Not exactly but is the most fitting)

Looks: Humanoid and sharp toothed, he grows a white bone-like layer of armor around his body, specially around his forearms, knees, and hands in a glove-like perfectly fitting shape, wich allows him to block and deflect incoming attacks with them, compensating the lack of a zampakutoh. He also grows short blade-like sharp spikes in certain parts of his body, such as in his elbows, forearms, shoulders, knees and even in the back of his hands, since the very start of his wrist to the beginning of his index, middle and heart fingers, resembling three blades thrusting foward -or lying down- one next to each other. They all work as claws for him.

Techniques

Name: Mammoth strength

State: Both

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Name: Skin of the beast

State: Both


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Name: Endurance of Cerbero

State: Both


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Name: Thrill of the hunt

State: Both


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Name: Bloodlust

State: Resurrección


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Name: Primal mind

State: Both


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Name: Sharp wind

State: Resurrección


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Name: Breakneck speed

State: Both


History and RP Sample

History:


Since his early childhood Katsuji was a problematic individual, constantly getting into fights with his pairs and frequently paying visits to the hospital due to wounds in either street fights or school ones. Even tough he was a Quincy back then, an apprentice, he didn't like to keep a low profile or being good at school with high qualifications or whatsoever like most would have done with his capacities -or so he thinks-. He raged at mortal society for what happened with his older brother, who was murdered by a well-known criminal gang, just like a lot of people before him, but justice would just sit, watch and do nothing, failing as usual.

Due to that incident, he grew violent and with little to no respect for the laws and authority, to the dissapointment of his Quincy teacher. His teacher was an old retired and respected Quincy named Shisui whose might everyone had in high steem. Katsuji was the only apprentice Shisui ever took, making everyone to look up to him as his succesor. However Katsuji was not what Shisui would have wanted him to be, altough very cunning and skilled, he lacked respect for the elders and their orders as well as for any other forms of authority. Eventually, and in time, Katsuji was driven by the vengeance he once so longed for and ended using his Quincy powers for the sake of his revenge, disobeying his teacher and becoming a criminal himself, to the human world and ultimately the Quincy society.

Yet, he did not regret it, as the end justifies the means and he did make the justice no one else would do, because no one else had the strenght to do what it takes. By doing so he would become a scourge to all scum of the earth, not only judging Hollows as a Quincy, but judging humans as well, getting rid of anyone who were to get into his way.

Ruthlesy he laid waste to anyone who opposed him and became an outlaw.

So it was, during his time as an outcast he met a woman who was different than the rest of the sheeps beneath them. Just like him, she longed to exterminate the trash at her feet, Hollows, Human, Shinigamis, it didn't matter, there was no distinction. She became a wolf in order to hunt down other wolves, just like he had done with himself. They both shared goals.

Since then, whether on their own or together, they both undertook to cleanse their homes from the vermin, hollows or humans alike. It was not a crusade against them but rather one against all souls that did not deserve existence, in their eyes. What they were was irrelevant, even a shinigami indulging in cowardice could be their target.

By the times the great war started, both executors ruled and forced justice upon the city. No one was spared. As the war between the Hollows, Shinigami and Quincys went on, they both became more and more of a trouble for them, until they all had no choice but to acknowledge as a pain the pair of mortals slicing their numbers. As such, a greater power with monstrous strength from the army of Hueco Mundo was sent to take them out. However, the duo was at pair with the monster and forced it into retreating to his realm, soon following him despite the several and soon to be lethal wounds it inflicted on them with the solely intention of finishin him off before dying.

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Deep into the menos forest they finally achieved their goal, yet, dying shortly after but enjoying the last thrill of a hard earned victory. Ironically, the end was just the beginning of it all. Both humans died, only to wake up shortly after and find themselves alone and lost in the menos forest. Alone. Alone was actually a wrong term as soon he would understand while being swarmed by hordes of Gillians, atracted by the sweet fragance of fresh souls and dripping reiatsu.

With their powers numb, they were forced into fleeing to avoid direct combat, but in the sudden rush of the attack they got separated by the Gillians. Long story short, Katsuji ran through the forest dodging the menos in search for a place where he could hide safely, but such place never existed and therefore was never found. He ran until he was cornered by one of them, moment in wich he used his own chain as a last resort weapon, tying it to his neck and beheading it by using the strength of the other hollows pulling him when they arrived at the scene.

A sea of hands fell upon the fallen Quincy, who dodged the ones he could, and bitten off the ones that reached him, ironically given the situation, and even getting Gillians to attack each other in dodged attacks, dismembering each other in the most vicious of them. Eventually and after minutes of struggle, seeing how his doom was inevitable sooner or later, he made a ruthless decision, and quickly picked up a broken hollow claw from the blood-blackened soil and began to break his own chain painfully, slash after slash, before the hollows could eat him, until with a final and enraged scream his body disappeared in a flash... Only to be reborn elsewhere, this time as one of the creatures he once so longed to destroy and judge; A bloodthirsty and hungry Hollow. Yet, alive...

Mindlessy at first, thoughtfully later, the fallen executer began then to devour other hollows without mercy, just like he would do with shinigamis and humans in time. His shape changed into that of a cuadruped monster resembling a dog. There was no meaning at all, no moral, no nothing. Devour to survive, devour for pleasure, devour for power, so it was, so its always been. His insatiable hunger and constant starvation became well-known among the other masked inhabitants of Hueco Mundo, fast, ruthless and brutal "El insaciable" as he was known, dismembered and ate everything and everyone who ever crossed his ways with him. He first grew bigger and bigger every time he devoured another hollow, past the thousand, past the two thousand, becoming a menos every time bigger and then he began to become smaller and smaller, past the three thousand, past the four thousand turning into a Gillian. His hunger drove him insane, there was never enough of it.

He never built any lair, instead, he took over his preys lairs after eating them. He only used them to rest once before hunting again, and so on. He had no need for allies, he had no need for nothing, the only thing he could understand was his eternal starvation. Or at least it was until he became a Gillian. When that happened, he recovered a small part of his mind, altough chaotic and primal, was enough of a haven to save him from total insanity due to his insatiable famine, wich he never stopped feeling at all. He continued to grew smaller and smaller from eating other hollows until he evolved again, into an Adjucha, and finally regained most of his former intelligence, altough in a corrupted and perverted way for what he already was and had done, not that he had any regrets. His powers grew even further, and so did his hunger, only finding small islands of peace in his sea of chaos when he ate another hollow, or a shinigami. Humans and low-class hollows wouldn't work anymore for him.

He needed something bigger.

Soon, he found himself hunting other Adjucha-class menos, out of thrill and hunger. Not only he "needed" it, but he also enjoyed it. Altough minor hollows would not longer suffice, he would still eat them if they were to be saw. He would hunt every single being in Hueco Mundo just for that purpose. Their deaths were not quick, as he took joy in toying with them before his famine did the rest. But eventually his starvation became less and less painful, until it was just hunger. That was when he became a Vasto Lorde, the top class of the pyramid in Hueco Mundo.

His form changed once again, humanoid and yet beast-like, with the same size than that of an average human, and he fully regained both his older appeareance and his intelect, yet not all of his memories, wich remained deep sunken into the old sea of chaos his mind used to be. Nonetheless, he believed that in order to fully satiate his hunger he must devour a Vasto Lorde... and also he had a perverse desire of finding out how did a Vasto Lorde tasted like. It was during once of his searches that he heard from a tortured hollow about a misterious artifact who could make him evolve even further, of course, afterwards he ate said hollow. That would be the definitve way of getting rid of his hunger. But first, the Vasto Lorde... and so, te search continued.

However, this lead to a rather unexpected outcome. Not only he did not eat any Vasto Lordes, but instead the only one he found after his search was someone whose smell was very familiar... She -because it was a she- had an very uncanny resemblance to someone he once liked in the past, or was it a dream? It was very familiar... It was then, and only then, when he saw her with his own eyes, when he regained his memory, remembering what happened in the menos forest and before. It was obvious she would have survived, he couldn't have imagined it otherwise but... None of that mattered now. He shaked his face and greeted her as if nothing had happened, later on he would tell her how is that he found her, but for now, he had a plan to share.

The only witnesses left were two small piles of finely grinded white bones from skull-shaped masks…

RP Sample:
Katsu was lying comfortably on the floor, his legs one on the top of another, and his hands behind his head while contemplating the ceiling, refusing to care about anything else.- Man, this place is so fucking monochromatic... -he said, noticing with a bored look how everything seemed to be white, the ceiling, the floor, the doors, even the god damn column- Seriously, what the hell is this shit... -he complained raising his eyes with half a smile to look at his comrade, who was right besides him leaning on one of the columns, just as overwhelmingly annoyed by the task as he was, along with the wind brushing her skirt and hair at free will. Not that he didn't enjoy the view. Both, his half shut eyes too.

-They’re really coming this way after all… I can’t believe they’re not even trying to hide their presence. This is insulting. -She said after a few seconds of silence, complaining about the meddling shinigamis. Its not like Katsuji didn't understand her.

Its highly probable they just got lost or something. Maybe they're just retarded, you know, like lemmings -explained Katsu to his friend while raising his right hand to make a convenient gesture of resemblance. Malice chuckled shortly, and slothfully turned her head away, in the direction the meddling shinigamis where coming. Kat sighed, being phantomly striked by her sloth, and so she did take the first step away from the column when the shinigamis finally arrived at the scene. Yet, she stood in that place and glared back at him.

Oh yeah, it’s my turn this time isn’t it? -She asked suddenly.

I... -Katsuji began to answer while raising his head a little, with a sudden sparkle of wisdom yet soon to be drowned by his unimportance on the matter- ... don't remember. -said finally regaining his lazy look as he dropped his head back on the floor- Who went last time? -he asked her out of his own ignorance while attempting to move around without actually getting up, therefore doing so in a very sluggish way.

She replied with a sigh and shortly after began walking towards them. Its not like there was anything else to be said, they were just too lazy to keep talking with the shinigamis shouting in the background, and they both knew it. He then began with the difficult proccess of moving into a more comfortable position from where he would be allowed to watch the incoming massacre comfortably. That way the visage and smell of blood might make him want to join in and play a little.

Without any kind of warning -not like it would have had any effect tough, its not like warnings ever work- Malicia raised her reiatsu pressure, and suddenly it became incredibly hard to breathe for the shinigamis, as well as to make any movement. Katsu was suprised they didn't got crushed by it, he was expecting to see that.

Roaches should just stay hidden and die… -She declared with disgust as she spat on the floor- Stand up and leave, now -she commanded to the shinigamis, who were close to becoming a stain on the floor. Yet they didn't move, or more likely, they couldn't move, tought Katsuji.- Well well well… looks like the roaches want to stay and play -said Malicia after a few moments, seeing how they didn't run away. That was so cruel, he liked it.

Anyways, when he saw her growing those thin crimson-pink claws over her left hand, he knew playtime was over. With a smirk, Katsu stood on his elbows for a better watch

* Please add cooldowns, durations, and preparations to your abilities ^^

Sincerely,
Lightning

The ones that don't have cooldowns/preparations/durations are passive. Like yours.

Sincerely, Katsuji Kuroi.

well then i don't see anything wrong with this ^^ Approved.