Basic Information
Name: Diren Saelshens
Age: 767
Visual Age: 19-22
Gender: Male
Number: 2
Looks: Diren is a rather tall Espada, standing at 5’11” tall with a thin but well muscled body and a slight nearly unnoticeable hunch. He has ragged long brown hair that goes down to the middle of his upper back that is only interrupted by the remains of his hollow mask, which covers the back of most of his head and his neck. On this brown hair there is a certain area that has completely whited out, forming the Roman Numeral symbol for “2”, his number in the Espada. His hollow hole is located in his lower sternum. Diren possesses sharp and narrow pinkish red eyes that seem to be cutting apart whoever he looks at, always appraising. He possesses a crooked smile that has become legendary among the Espada for signaling that Diren is pleased or interested in something.
Diren’s outfit varies rather extensively from that of a normal Espada. While it is in the style of the usual robes, they are split slightly above the center, with the top becoming a vest with a reversed color scheme from the usual robes, black being the primary color. The lower half of his robe possesses the normal white coloring of the Espada robes with a piece of cloth wrapped around his waist. His shoes seem to be a cross between the usual wear of the Espada and boots, meant to give more traction. Diren’s zanpakuto is usually placed going diagonally from across his lower back to his legs, however when he engages in battle, he often straightens it to his side to show that he’s getting serious.
Hollow Hole: Lower Sternum.
Mask Fragment: Back of neck.
Number Tattoo: On his hair.
Aspect of death: Despair
Personality: Diren is a talkative soul who likes to engage in conversation, even when he is fighting with others. He almost always seems to be in a good mood, but when he isn’t, it is quite an obvious fact and most around him try to avoid him if they can. Despite seeming to be carefree, he is fact very serious about his beliefs. He spends a long period of time observing arrancar and appraising them before he even begins to think of testing them to become members of his Fraccion, membership of which is probably one of the most exclusive things most arrancar can aim for. Diren makes those who serve under him work for perfection, expecting excellence, as he believes in nothing less than complete victory. Diren wants to make his opponent realize that there’s no way out, and to despair in their last moments of life, knowing that there’s nothing they can do to stop him. Despite this, Diren is not arrogant, in fact he considers himself and his opponent equals at the start of a battle.
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: Single.
Resurrection Information
Release Command: "Canibaliza" ("Cannibalize")
Resurrection name: "Buitre" ("Vulture")
Represent: Vulture
Family: Neutral/Spirit
Resurrection Looks: When in his Ressurection state, Diren gains Vulture-like characteristics. He sprouts a pair of the crooked brown wings typical to the condor and albatross family from his shoulders/back area. Tufts of feathers grow around his neck, waist and ankle areas and his narrow pink-red eyes becoming larger and more noticeable, as well as gaining a hawk’s beak nose. The lower half of his robe has split into a pair of pants made of the same material and that are just as loose fitting around his legs. His vest seems to have almost fallen off but is being held in place by a chain that has wrapped around the back of it and his bare chest. There are 6 spear prongs on the ends of the chain that are vaguely shaped like the beak of a vulture and function as his weapons in this form. His hollow mask has extended to cover part of the top of his head as well as the entire back of the neck, the Roman Numeral 2 no longer being visible in his hair.
Techniques
Name: Suplente Garganta (Alternate Garganta)
State: Both
Description: Diren has his own personal pocket Garganta realm that he can open remotely without too much focus. It has several uses ranging from him using it to store items or bodies of those he has killed and may need at some point, to allowing him to transport his attacks and have them reappear at another location on the battlefield in order to disorient the enemy. While he can transport himself, it causes more strain on the Garganta to transport humanoid or larger bodies from one point to another without a break.
Cooldown: 2 posts for an object both ways or a humanoid or larger structure 1 way; 4 posts for himself both ways.
Name: Gran Ray Cero
State: Both
Description: This is an advanced cero only used by espada. It requires the user to tribute their own blood, but can be fired as a powerful cyan blast much stronger then the basic cero.
Cooldown: 5 posts.
Name: Cero Floreciente (Blooming Cero)
State: Both
Description: When Diren charges up a Cero he can store more energy into its core until the orb simply can’t hold it anymore and bursts, “blooming” into a series of Sienna colored Cero beams. In his Ressurection form, Diren can form and launch these Ceros at without entering a “fighting pose” at more than twice their normal power.
Cooldown: 6 posts outside of Ressurection; 7 in Ressurection
Name: Bala
State: Both
Description: The basic ability of focusing spiritual energy around the hand and shooting it in a focused blast of extreme speed. Diren's is a violet color.
Cooldown: 3 posts.
Name: Bala Lucio (Bullet Pike)
State: Both
Description: Diren can increase the concentration of his Bala to such a level in the short time that they take to form that they are nearly bursting with energy and when he allows it to be released; the Bala lengthens into a copper-colored spear that flies towards the enemy as fast as a normal Bala, aiming to pierce right through them. While in his Ressurection state, Diren can fire a barrage of these spears in an attempt to overwhelm his opponents.
Cooldown: 5 posts
Name: Sonido
State: Both
Description: A more natural and flowing variation of Shunpo used by Arrancars to move extremely fast for a short period of time and is usually, but not in Diren’s case, evidenced by a sparking of the air. Despite having his Garganta’s to rely on if he needs them, Diren has near mastery over Sonido, especially in short jerking movements.
Name: Reiatsu Drain
State: Ressurection
Description: Diren has the ability to siphon reiatsu through the spear points on his chain. The more and longer it comes in contact with his opponents body, the more reiatsu it can drain, although the drain is of decent speed to begin with. This reiatsu can be used to augment the cutting ability of the spears and can travel along the chain to another spear or back to Diren (it functions like the chain in Ukitake’s Shikai).
Cooldown: 2 posts.
Name: Cuerpo Resucitado (Risen Body)
State: Ressurection
Description: Diren can use reiatsu that he’s stolen from others or channel his own reiatsu through the chain and through one of the spears into a corpse and return it to life to fight for him. The amount of awareness that the corpse has and the amount of the person’s original abilities that it can use is directly proportionate to the amount of Reiatsu that is inserted into the body. Eventually the body will run out of reiatsu and return to being dead or it can be immobilized or incapacitated.
Cooldown: 4 posts between each body at the minimum, in addition to having the required amount of reiatsu.
Name: Solid Reiryaku Weaponry
State: Ressurection
Description: Diren can rip feathers off of his body and channel reiatsu through them to create solid weaponry, like a sword or a hand axe, that are similar in consistency to his zanpakuto. He doesn’t often have to use this technique though, since his style usually prevents enemies from getting close to him, but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t proficient in using any of these weapons. However, when creating these weapons, for every feather that he rips from his wings he has to feel the acute pain that such an action causes, although it usually doesn't show. Thus, it is usually inadvisable to use this attack while flying, though it has been done. There is also a limited number of feathers that he can use per Ressurection (I'm not estimating the amount of feathers on a vulture's wings, suffice to say that I shouldn't have a reason to abuse this; if I've been reduced to using this every 3 posts, something is wrong with how I'm playing this character).
Cooldown: 3 posts.
Name: Advanced Energy Manipulation
State: Both
Description: Diren is superior in the manipulation of his own energy and is even able to use it for tasks that many would consider to be straining quite easily. For example, during one of his various plans or battle strategies, Diren has often used his ability to create illusions or mirages to confuse the enemies and lead them into further traps. He is capable of producing various types of illusions and phenomena, but the more elaborate the setup, the more energy that he must use to set it up. He also must maintain near absolute focus on the illusion that he is creating or flaws will appear more easily or the illusion may disappate due to a lack of energy flow. While there are several ways that have been known to escape his illusions, such as touching it or noticing flaws while he is unfocused, the only surefire ways to escape one of Diren's illusions when he has created it correctly and is remaining focused on it is to either release a vast amount of reiatsu that will automatically shatter the illusion (When I say vast, I mean VAST) or to legitimately deny that the illusion is real and be able to prove it to yourself in any one way.
Duration: 2-3 posts at most, the more elaborate the illusion, the more difficult it is to maintain it.
Cooldown: 3 posts; Varying when the illusions get more elaborate.
Name: Cero Presa (Prey Cero)
State: Ressurection
Description: The true masterpiece Cero that Diren has claimed as his own completes his unusual combat style with an attack to function as a nail in the coffin, per say. In order to perform the attack, Diren has to surround the opponent with at least 6 compressed Cero orbs whose energy is still being contained, the orbs forming some type of shape, usually a simple circle in his case. As soon as this task is finished, the power being stored within the orbs is released as massive sienna beams that shoot into the sky, creating a cero wall around the edges of the shape. One up in the air, the beams will curve into each other like Diren’s Cero Floreciente and the combined Cero will be forced downward by the release of energy, filling the shape with an onslaught of hellish fury. The more orbs he plants, the more powerful the attack.
Cooldown: 7 posts
Name: Disillusioned
State: Both
Description: Diren has been around a long time and despite his position is actually quite logical. This, combined with his calculating attitude make things such as illusions and trickery (I’m expecting you to not take this literally, he can still be fooled by a strategy and the like, but say someone says they’ll switch sides and don’t mean it, he won’t be fooled in the least) have near no effect on him, since he understands them so completely that almost nothing that anyone could create could truly surprise him.
History and RP Sample
History: Diren was originally a carefree, happy young man who had just entered college and planned to marry his high school sweetheart after he could get a high enough paying job to support her. That was before he was walking back to his apartment from his classes one night and ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Diren walked in right in the middle of a drug deal and was chased for several miles before he thought he was safe and stopped. However he’d underestimated the men who wanted him dead and as he was walking home the next night, he was shot straight through his lower sternum, not dying immediately. He was forced to watch as the man walked over to him and bent down, mocking and laughing at him before he was shot straight through the head.
After his death, Diren wandered around as a Plus, overcome by rage. He was angry at the man who had killed and humiliated him so much, he was angry at himself for walking into that situation, he was angry that he wouldn’t be able to live his life and marry his love. His rage coalesced into purpose. He wanted revenge, wanted to make those men feel what he had felt, and he would do anything to get it. It was this emotion, this determination that caused him to transform into a hollow. Diren wandered around, devouring first the men who had killed him, satisfying his hunger for a long time. After several more such feedings, he fell in with a group of hollow who worked together to eat large amounts of humans, and for the first time, he went to Hueco Mundo.
While he was there, Diren was separated from the group of hollows by a large attack which decimated more than 90% of them; the remaining 10% was their body parts. Afterwards he continued to hunt for food on his own, realizing that if he had the humans and other hollows all to himself, that he would grow all the quicker. Diren was quite efficient and after several years, merged with others of his kind to form a Gillian, after a long two years in that conglomeration of hell his own consciousness rising above the others and taking control of the body, reforming it into what he desired. He’d become an Adjuchas, one of the higher levels of Menos that existed in the world. Like the rest of his kind, he entered the forest of Menos and after observing many Hollow throughout the forest for nearly a year as he continued to feed, he took some of them under his wing and organized a faction of his own in the Forest, over the years becoming known as the equivalent of a Duke due to his great wisdom and planning ability, as well as having no fear of battle. His strategies made overcoming other similar groups of Menos a piece of cake and the group quickly rose in influence, their small corner of tree boughs being left alone by most of the other Forest-dwellers.
Many, many more years passed and Diren eventually rose to become a Vasto Lorde, the highest class of Hollow and one of the mightiest denizens of Hueco Mundo. He continued to lead his troupe to food supplies and continued to feed himself, since he knew that if he ever lacked food, he would revert back to an Adjuchas and would never be able to attain this form and power again and so was careful to make sure he claimed a good amount of the harvest for himself. Eventually, he wandered out of the Forest on a whim one day and was met by Aizen, who offered him a chance to have no fear of reverting back to his previous form and for power beyond his imagination. To this end, Diren struck a deal with him, becoming one of his arrancar and offering his entire group of Menos to the man to do the same, as an offering of sorts. Through many a vast amount of years of careful planning and words spread here and there, Diren rose through the ranks gaining the favor of some and the ire of others, eventually gaining the coveted position of the Segunda Espada. After his long life as a Hollow and an Arrancar, he had truly become a General and a Strategist, a calm person who could be trusted to act as such in trying situations and observe a situation truthfully. He goes where his best interests and beliefs lie, but will not let these beliefs blind him either in battle, or in the corrupt politics that the arrancar practice. Like many others, he seeks to gain the power that a Segunda Etapa, a second Ressurection would bring to him and would allow him to perhaps wield even greater influence in Las Noches and beyond, but also to study it and see what it would take to bring it out in a trained soldier and see how it could be put to use properly in combat.
Role-play Sample:
Alyssa slowly backed away from those that were approaching her, fear plain in her eyes. For some reason these demons had started following her several days ago and she had no idea why. Gradually, they’d gotten closer and closer to her until finally, tonight, they’d caught up with her. Now these 3 demons looked relatively young, definitely not elders but definitely older than she was. Each of them had a sick grin on their face, which made Alyssa believe that whatever they had planned, she wouldn’t enjoy it at all.
Absorbed in her thoughts as she was, she didn’t notice a tree root behind her and tripped backwards falling down onto her back. The lead demon of the group snickered at her, a black haired suave looking man in a business suit and a blood red tie. Then a moment later he began to speak, “Well well little girl what do we have here. One of Fate’s favored little pets is it? Well here’s the thing girl, we can’t have you gaining all of your power here since that would hurt our position wouldn’t it boys?” to which the other two thugs nodded empathetically.
The man then continued, “So we’re just gonna have to take care of you now, while you’re weak and no one even knows who you are.” With that the man started to walk towards her again, a menacing look in his eyes, his two goons following right behind him. Alyssa gasped and started to shuffle backwards without looking and trying to escape but suddenly found her back up against a tree. The man just laughed at her again as his posse closed in to do who knows what to her. Alyssa was breathing heavily now, her eyes wide in terror, she didn’t know what to do, and all she heard in this forest was the man’s laughing and the mournful wind of the dead……
Several hours had passed, and Alyssa lay on the ground, the three men standing over her. The girl’s stomach had been torn open and her intestines wrapped around the rest of her body like rope to keep her from escaping. Her face was beaten and blistered, bruises everywhere on it and one of her eyes swollen shut. Her arms had been torn to shreds and looked like little more than two sticks that you would attach to a snowman and call them his “arms”. Her pretty brown hair that was usually covered in grime was today stained with blood. The part of her left mostly untouched was her legs, where large chunks of skin had just been cut off, her feet being left completely alone, “It wasn’t like she was going anywhere” the man had said jokingly.
The man looked down at her with contempt in his eyes, “Well boys, it looks like the princess has been put in her place, I think she’s learned her lesson. So let’s be nice and put an end to her pain now.” As the man began to reach toward her, Alyssa started to scream, her eyes wild “No…..No…..NO! Get away from me…..get away…….GET AWAY!” She started softly and gradually got louder and louder, her mind having lost all semblance of order and now grasping at straws to survive. As the man laughed and moved his hand toward her face, Alyssa screamed a final time and then suddenly went silent.
This surprised the man, so he drew his hand back a moment to take a look, maybe she’d succumbed to her wounds and he wouldn’t have to get his hands dirty. Suddenly a different sound began to echo through the forest, a happy but almost crazy sound. Laughter, and it was coming from Alyssa’s lips. The man wore a shocked and then a perturbed expression on his face, “What’s wrong with you, have you gone mad?” Alyssa continued to laugh loudly for several moments and then still chuckling, looked into the man’s eyes to answer him. “No….not at all…..Hey mister, before this ends would you like to play a game?” The man glance at his two counterparts, who simply shrugged, they had no idea what was going on. The man turned back to Alyssa and smirked again, “Sure, why not. We’ve got plenty of time out here, so what do you want to do before you die?” This made Alyssa break out in another momentary fit of laughter, which she struggled to break as she spoke, “Oh no, hahaha, it won’t be me who’s, haha, dying Mister….it will, ha, be you.”
The man stepped back in surprise and began to speak without even thinking, “You have gone nuts, haven’t you noticed your situation? There’s no way you could kill the three off us, what is this some kind of sick joke?” Alyssa snickered back at the man and with a sudden burst of energy managed to unsteadily rise to her feet, her insides still wrapped around her. Another fit of laughter wracked her frame before she finally spoke again, “I guess you don’t want to play, fine we’ll skip right to the main attraction then.” In an instant, before any of the three demons could notice a tail of shadows had formed and speared itself through the lead demon’s chest and then wormed it’s way back inside, spinning and cutting through the man’s torso 5 more times before it stopped, the man’s nerves finally registering what had just happened. He doubled over on the ground in pain, which only leaned the tail into her further, the pressure causing even more pain. One chuckle later, the tail had wrapped around his throat and remained there until it had squeezed the life out of him.
Alyssa quickly retracted the extension, the tail making a slurping sound as it wound its way back through the demon’s body. The other two thugs backed away immediately, not knowing what to do know that their leader had been killed. As Alyssa laughed again, 6 shadowy daggers appeared around her and launched themselves towards one of the thugs. The man, not even seeing it coming was impaled twice in the torso, once in each leg and once in each arm. Not deadly wounds alone, but suddenly the man’s eyes went wide and he collapsed to the ground, he wasn’t breathing.
By this point, the other goon was terrified for his life and turned his back trying to run away, but suddenly he heard a voice right by his ear, “Now where do you think you’re going you fucking son of a bitch, I’m not done have my damn fun with you yet and you don’t get to fucking leave until then.” The man felt air moving and then suddenly agony as a knife was shoved into his spine, and as that was pulled out another rocketed into his lower back. With each strike the man’s thoughts became more and more unclear and unfocused…..why was he here again, and what was this sensation in his back……it made him feel alive! So the thug was screaming in joy as Alyssa stabbed and tore him to shreds with her weapons true form.
After 2 hours of mauling the man’s body, even though he had died after about 15 minutes of it, Alyssa stood up. She glanced around at the bodies of the other two men and then at that of the man below her. With that the girl turned and walked away from the scene, a light laughter escaping from her lips, “That was a FUN game hehehe.” As the girl got further and further away, her laughter stopped and instead she began to hum a tune, a beautiful and flowing tune, but one that she made sound out of key and discordant, almost maddening to the ears of any who would hear it, but there was no one around. No one but the wail of the wind, the wail of the dead.
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