Deep down, D'gerik is a sociopath, changed by everything he had experienced in both life and death. He once didn't care at all about you, your family, your friends, your neighbors, or anyone you know. Now however, that has all changed, perhaps for the better. Whilst it's still difficult for him to build an attachment to anything or anybody, he can now build that attachment, feels that allowing a life to be lost needlessly would be a worse personal crime than taking a life himself.

Years of beatings and agonizing torture have taught the young arrancar to be observant, to trust no one whilst at the same time making as many allies as he possibly could. This makes D'gerik a bit of an oddball. Socially, he's very awkward, having perfect mannerisms and speech, but not knowing the ever graceful art of subtlety. In fact, it's more certain that D'gerik will insult you by mistake, when all he intended to do was point out what he saw as truth.

D'gerik enjoys peace and relaxation at times, after all, even he needs a break from everything at some point, although any play-time he can get within any of his "breaks" are more than welcome in his opinion. His favorite activity for relaxation usually consists of a solitary walk in the world of the living. This helps him remember what he is, who his enemies are, and why he does what he does. He had once been completely and utterly infatuated with pain, violence, and murder - going as far as to spend two-hundred years murdering the same family over and over just for the pleasure and petty vengeance. However, he has come to abhor fighting without need. D'gerik will not strike first, EVER. You can insult his every being, you can put your own sword in his hand against your own neck, he will not strike. He believes that there should be no reason to fight if the only goal is the loss of life, and would instead fight only if it meant defending his own life, or the life of someone he's come to care about.

As a quirk to his personality, D'gerik is haunted by the memories of his past life and his long since dead lover, Diana. Bringing up his past is like asking a veteran about a war he participated in, but in the most vague ways possible. He might start speaking in riddles, or even show his distaste for his past whilst not speaking a word! And if you tease him with his past after having started a fight with him, you will find he loses his leniency. D'gerik will do everything in his power to make you pay for insulting his lover, or calling him weak, or anything of the sort. He seems to stop holding back whenever he's angry, but will take determination and quite the creative mind to strike a nerve hard enough for that to happen.

Aside from height and general build, it may be noted that his skin is a pale almost grayish tone, that seems to glisten slightly in the light. He appears to have some muscle mass, despite how slender he is, comparable to an Olympic gymnast. Despite this, he isn't the strongest by far when compared to others and it sometimes shows in his physique as his muscles are not as built as his colleagues.

Despite the fact that he is neither blind now, nor was he in life (He actually had normal 20/20 vision), they are a cloudy blue-ish grey, similar to the way humans appear when they have cataracts. Additionally, from the moment his hair first began to grow as an infant, it was not silver, nor a dark colour, as was common, but rather a pure white. Additionally, it reaches down just to his shoulders, and his bangs fall down over his face, most of the time covering one of his eyes. Together with his eyes, he drew the attention of quite a few girls in his life, probably would have been able to find the girl of his dreams had he not died before that.

Clothes-wise he sports a white jacket with gold trims at the collar, a hakama, and a black sash. Additionally his jacket is decorated with what looks like a gold-trimmed suspender (Although it is half of a sash carefully sown into the fabric of the jacket) over his left shoulder. On it, many thick strands of black cloth laced with beads in regular intervals. Personality-wise, D'gerik is what the living tend to call "Clinically insane", although the way he dresses and acts does not reflect this. Instead he seems to dress quite formally and behaves like a proper gentleman.

His face gives the impression of a kind man at first glance. His complexion is very gentle, almost feminine in a way, but still visibly masculine.  His nose isn't flat, but it doesn't protrude either. Although, because of the vertical length of his head, it stands around half an inch below his eyes, instead of right between them. His eyebrows aren't thick. Rather, if they were any thinner, they could be mistaken for those of a female. Other than that, only two other things about D'gerik truly stand out the most. (Those being his hair and eyes)

Appearance:

Closest Approximation:

Upon releasing Segunda, D'gerik's scythe disappears, his scales becoming amor-like and covering his body. His scythe disappears from his hand as the blades take the form of wings that wrap around his body like the wings of a seraphim, with the number of blades increasing from 5 to 8. These blades don't have the same range as his scythe, but have far more control at close range.

Additionally, his hair lengthens past the shoulder, his sclera becomes a deep black color to contrast with his purple irises.

Abilities: [What abilities do you gain?]
Boosts: [In this release, you get a 4x boost; you can apply this to as many 'stats' as you want (strength, speed, durability, etc) but they're diminishing returns; the more you have, the less effective they actually are.]

D'gerik Schrödinger was the son of a rich German who fell in love with a Japanese commoner. For the first years of his life, he lived as a normal child would. His family was happy, he learned to be a proper boy, his manners were excellent. He loved talking to others, he enjoyed taking solitary walks.

When he was younger, he faced some bully problems in school because of his hair and eyes. "White as snow", is what adults would compare him to. Although his fellow students and other children his age, or even older than he was, didn't much agree. "You're too white, it makes me sick!" "Why don't you play in the sun a little more, you a vampire or something? Ha!" "Your hair is so white too! Why isn't it black like the rest of us?". He would hear all of this, all the time. About his hair, and what was considered normal for his time. . . He grew to detest the color black, for some reason, it wound up unnecessarily being the cause of his childhood torment. But eventually, it was taken care of. He became one of the most popular kids in his class, although he didn't much care for all the attention. Because of his rich father, he typically got everything he ever wanted, and everything that someone could ever want to live a happy life.

At a young 14 years of age, D’gerik hit a slump. Whether it was puberty, or true desire, he felt alone, he yearned for love. But he was afraid . . . for years he had been mocked by men and women alike for his appearance. Who was to say if he searched for love, he would find it? Who is to say he would continue to be happy as he was before? For two more years, he continued to feel like this, becoming more introverted than when his problems first started. Later on, at the start of the fall semester, he met her. . . She was different, as he was. Her hair was white, and her skin dark, in comparison to others in the area. The very first day of class, a group of girls, girls that D’gerik enjoyed referring to as “The shallow b*tches”, surrounded this mystery girl, they teased her about her appearance, and had full intention to cut her hair. Needless to say, this brought D’gerik a feeling of pure ire, something he hadn’t felt in the longest of time.

Every fiber of his being wanted to end, of not at least harm those girls for what they were doing, but he held himself back. He had trouble holding back sometimes. There were moments where he would seriously injure his bullies, and get in a lot of trouble for it. But one day, his literature instructor taught him how to channel that rage into words on paper. He would write, and write, and write; and it helped. . . There were times D'gerik completely forgot what he had gotten mad about. One day, in the 7th grade, he wrote a poem; one that has stayed with him ever since:



"Should I have said that which I said?
Should I have asked that which I asked?
What did it mean when I asked?
What was its purpose?

Is it possible that I have stated a lie?
Is it possible that all I have said is false?
I do not wish to believe it is so,
For I would hate to see you go.

For so long I have kept away.
I have never asked, afraid to say.
But perhaps that time has long passed.
Perhaps it is time to break the fast.

I limited so much,
Using it as an excuse, as a crutch.
I understand what I have done,
No longer shall I run.

'The bird of Hermes is my name, Eating my wings to make me tame.' "



That, however, was not enough to let them continue what they were doing. He pushed himself between them, he yelled, he raged, he channeled all of his fury towards the girls, but did what he thought was the right thing, and refused to harm them in the end. As they ran in fear, he simply watched. . . D’gerik was holding his tears at this point. He knew exactly what this girl was going through, and he hated the thought that anyone else had to go through with it as well.

After his rage had settled, the feeling was soon replaced with a tad of embarrassment as he looked and realized he was holding the girl in his arms. She was looking right at him, blushing, and he could do nothing but stare right back at her. It was almost like a fairy tale, it was love. . . it was at that moment he learned her name: Diana. They would come to be the happiest couple in their school. D’gerik had grown as a man; he wouldn’t let his appearance bother him, and would eventually teach his lover the same. Everything was perfect, for now. . .

Come passing this, he continued to grow. Although he was happy, aspects of him were no longer the same. He couldn't stand people allowing themselves to be bullied, or being made fun of. He couldn't stand anyone that thought there was no such thing as pain, this was weakness, this was something he had grown up with, and he hated it. . . He couldn't stand it. He wished to someday fix the issue. He hated more those who allowed themselves to be bullied than those who bully others themselves. This too, however, would never be the same. . .
Everything changed on the day of his 19th birthday. . . On that day, it had been revealed to his family the hard way that his father had gotten involved with a Yakuza group. He had made a “business proposal” that not only lost the group hundreds of thousands, but also cost the lives of the leader’s two eldest sons. For this, they had decided D’gerik’s family had to pay. They had assaulted his home, one of the men, killing D'gerik's father with a single bullet. The man leading the group seemed angry, he said something about wanting to toy about with the old man for a bit. In the end, they decided to use the only other man in the house: D’gerik. First, they made him watch as his mother was tortured for hours, and eventually killed. Later, that pain would be inflicted onto him. Although he wasn’t close to done, what happens next would change him forever, in both life, and death. . .
The Yakuza had taken him; they wanted his father’s family to suffer, no matter the cost. When D’gerik came to, his eyes met with the last thing he ever wanted to see, his ultimate nightmare; Diana. . . She had been kidnapped, and although he begged and begged, nothing would be changed. First, they cut her hair, then, was the torture, throughout all of which, D’gerik could only watch. . . Finally, they began to tear off her clothes. D’gerik screamed, his fury was close to its limit, he kicked, he used all of his strength, but it was not enough. . . They raped Diana, forced D’gerik to watch. Eventually, they killed her, slowly, and painfully. D’gerik, was no more, he had snapped. Happiness was no longer a feeling within him, all that was left was pain, and agony. . .

D’gerik spent his last 3 months in a hidden facility, where the Yakuza tortured him for what seemed like an eternity, until he finally just gave up, dying from a combination of loss of blood, and will to live.

D'gerik wandered the facility as a ghost, trying only to figure out what it was that killed him, chained to the very source of his unending agony. But the facility having been abandoned after his death, there was nothing there he could use as evidence. Years later, an initiate shinigami had come to take him to the soul society; however, it was already too late. . .


D'gerik had stumbled upon the room of his death, upon his now fetid corpse, coated in blood, and knives that were never removed from his shoulder-blades.

He remembered everything. He relived those three months in a matter of seconds. In his fury, he could think of nothing else but agony; the same as what he felt now. D’gerik remained in this room for days, screaming in agony and pain. All of his memories flooded his very soul, eroding his chains at an elevated pace. Not having expected the quickness of the erosion, the initiate would not make it to his destination in time. Mere moments before the initiate’s arrival, D’gerik would let out one last, agony-infested scream, transforming and becoming a hulking, yet slender hollow. One of his hands had now replaced with the blade of a massive scythe, his lower body had become unmistakably serpentine, and his face now covered by that so very well-known mask of bone. Blinded by his agony, he brought himself to kill the Shinigami, who was sorely unprepared for both the speed of the erosion, and the sheer power that had transformed D’gerik into the monster he had become. Now a hollow, and with nothing standing in his way, D’gerik sought out those who had ended his life to have his excruciating, and painful revenge.

For the next two-hundred years, D'gerik would hunt down the men that ended his family and his life. Some would drown, some would be crushed. But that's not all he did. In his sadistic insanity, those members of the Yakuza that had no families would be allowed to live until they had started one, only to leave their children alive and repeat the process after they had grown. Whole families would be forever cursed to eventual, torturous, agonizing death; but left alive so as to provide a near infinite source of souls to feed upon. Eventually, other, more powerful hollow would come along, regardless of the battles, D'gerik would kill them too.

Fifty years after he had commenced, D'gerik continued to devour the families of the Yakuza, but something else had shown itself deep within; D'gerik hungered for the energy of other hollows. And so he began to as well devour any hollow foolish enough to try to get in on his meal. Hundreds would be devoured over the course of the years. One-Hundred year's passed, 2 whole generations of the yakuza families would be tortured, murdered, and devoured. Thousands of Hollow would follow the same fate. D'gerik would eventually evolve into a menos.
One thing that separated D'gerik from other menos, was that he still hungered for humans, specifically, his hunger was directed to the Yakuza. Bent on making them suffer for as long as he possibly could, he would continue to devour the souls of the humans; and, at one point, would do so whilst also hunting down hollow to devour as well.

One-hundred years later, another menos (an oddly powerful one as well) had become attracted to D'gerik to the point of leaving Hueco Mundo in order to hunt him down. D'gerik's lust for pain, however, would not be defeated even by this. The duel resulted in the extinguishing of 2 of the Yakuza families, leaving only 3 surviving the aftermath. Regardless, D'gerik would devour the menos as well, further evolving from here, becoming an even rarer Adjuchas class menos. This process of brutal, inhuman torture, eventual murder, and consumption of both human and hollow would continue for the next seventy years.
One day, D’gerik would find something that intrigued him. A set of children, almost the entire generation’s worth, that reacted in the most peculiar manner as D’gerik killed their parents; they looked in his direction. There was no mistaking it, those children’s eyes filled with terror were directed not at their parents, as any other child would have simply seen them slowly slice in half vertically before falling over in two, spilling everything they had before their children. No, they looked at him, and he returned that gaze. Although D’gerik did not know what this meant, anyone who had experienced these things before would know that the children were gifted souls. Not only so but, in this particular case, each and every one of them would grow into a full generation of Full-bringers. These children would become the greatest and most difficult hunt of his life as a hollow.
Each child was different in his or her own way. The first child; He was the first for everything. He was born first; he was the first to realize D’gerik was there; he was the first to learn to speak; he was the first to learn about his abilities, to train, and hone them expertly. It was for these things that D’gerik decided. . . He would be the first to go. . . Years would pass; D’gerik would hunt only menos and the hollow that were capable of killing the children. He would challenge menos more powerful than himself in order to hone his abilities further. Many times he would come close to losing, gaining him many a battle scar, and further increasing his lust for battle. D’gerik realized that his pain brought him strength. And with it, he could bring more suffering to those who had wronged him in life.
He became a force feared by lesser hollow, as he chose to consume everything and everyone that could further increase his power. He wanted to make sure that the children realized just how hopeless everything was for them, how his mask symbolized everything their ancestors had done to him and his beloved, and it symbolized how alone he had been all his life, and seemingly would be for eternity. During his quest for power, D'gerik was now the one BEING challenged by many who believed themselves stronger than he, only to be conquered and consumed with minor effort. D'gerik believed he had attained ultimate power at last, but then something curious occurred. A menos, much smaller than he was approached him. He introduced himself only as "A friend", and explained that he came with a proposition. He praised D'gerik's ability almost without end, describing him as one of the most powerful hollow he had ever encountered, and made a request he was certain D'gerik would not refuse.
"Join me," started the hollow "I have been waiting to destroy the king of this retched place for an age now, and finally I've found someone worthy of joining my conquest. Together, we can overthrow him, I take his place, and with you as my right hand Hueco Mundo will bow to us and only us!"

D'gerik stared at the hollow, for a small, small moment, he actually considered the offer. But in the end spoke the following "Those are the words of a madman, and a Tyrant. If you are Truly so powerful, you can do it yourself..."
These words angered the hollow. Truly he was mad with a lust for power to a degree higher than D'gerik. "You know nothing of the strength that belongs to the king..." He started again. "I cannot defeat him without you, but if you won't challenge him with me, I'll just need to take your power for myself!" And without another word, charged at D'gerik. The first mistake D'gerik made in this encounter was blocking instead of dodging, and underestimating the smaller hollow because of his size. His eyes widened as the hollow slammed into him, blasting D'gerik away with power beyond his own, something he hadn't felt for an age. D'gerik felt his motion end as he slammed into a mountain, creating a crater that shook the nearby landscape and destabilized the rock formation. For the first time in year, D'gerik was injured beyond that of a mere scratch. Now began a game of Cat and Mouse, and D'gerik was the mouse. He wasn't sure how far he ran, how many hollow were taken as collateral by the attacks of the incredibly powerful hollow, or just what the extend of that hollow's power was.
Hours of running, blocking blows that were too close for comfort, and Dodging Cero, after Cero, after Cero, D'gerik came to the conclusion that there was only one way that he could defeat this foe; he would have to resort to trickery. At first he tried using the Hollow's momentum against itself, letting the creature pick up full speed before letting him slam into a mountain, but it did little more than bruise him. Next he tried suddenly changing direction in order to get a proper slash at the hollow with his blade, but his opponent was faster and usually dodged or got a better hit in return.
For the first time in hundreds of years, D'gerik was truly desperate, his conviction to destroy those children was second for once. If he lost this battle, then he would once again die alone. The thought was enough to make him desperate. D'gerik began to fire Cero, but not as a strategy, but out of fear.
Fear, he had almost forgotten what it felt like. To feel like nothing you do can save you, like these are your final moments and they would be filled with nothing but pain and solitude. This is what he wanted those children to feel, that which he felt in his final moments, but how would he do this if he fell to this hollow? How...? For once he didn't know... and it angered him, beyond what anything or anyone had ever angered him in the past. D'gerik attempted to turn once more, and managed a slash across the hollow's arm. D'gerik became more aggressive now, which should have gotten him killed, but it was different, this time... The hollow seemed to weaken. Every time D'gerik managed another cut against the hollow, the effect seemed to intensify. Soon, the hollow couldn't move his arms, and he looked like he had been torn apart when all he had were a few small cuts.
"W-what the hell have you done?.." He asked out of sheer anger. "What is this spiritual pressure... i-it hurts.. what are you?!" ... Hours after they had begun, D'gerik's victory was at last attributed to one single cut that he perhaps would have never inflicted had he not remembered why he fought, had he not remembered that he feared the thought of dying alone for a second time...

Fast forward a few years from that moment... The first child was now a 25 year old schoolteacher, he had all but forgotten of D’gerik’s existence. But D’gerik had not forgotten… The boy had married since then, and D’gerik knew this was the perfect way to get to him. “No children. . . But so be it” Thought D’gerik; It was time for his ultimatum to play out at last. The boy was relaxing after a long day’s work, his wife preparing a meal for the two, all seemed calm as a loud crash followed by a loud scream would bring the boy rushing to the kitchen, where he would stare in horror as a hulking, yet slender creature whom he had thought long gone was now back, and seemingly stronger than before.
Years of battle and the consumption of other hollows had allowed him to evolve further. He looked far more human than what the child would be able to remember, smaller, almost his own height... D'gerik had achieved his final form; A Vasto Lorde... What was once a scythe he called a hand was now a quarter moon scythe extended high like a staff in his hand. His other hand was wrapped around the back of the woman’s neck. The boy stared in horror as D’gerik’s scythe grew closer to the woman. D’gerik stared at the boy, barely grazing the woman as he asked;
“What is your name, boy?” to which he simply replied
“Jaden. . . J-jaden Takahara.”
D’gerik gave the boy a maniacal grin from beneath his mask. “Well, Jaden Takahara, do you remember me? “ He asked. Jaden took some time to dig deep into his memories, back to his infancy, back to the day he lost his parents. And slowly, it came back, the sound of his feral growl, the gleam of his dark, menacing scythe, and his mask. . . Oh his terrible, mask, like a serpent, but still a human, eyes that seemed to look directly into your soul.
“Your family took my life from me, Jaden. They took my home, they shot my father, they raped, tortured, and killed my mother and my lover! And finally, they left me for dead, having tortured me for months. . . They left me alone in the dark, with nothing but death to look forward to...” D’gerik explained. Jaden had attempted to reason with the creature, telling him that he wasn’t his father or any of his ancestors; that he and his family had nothing to do with it. But D’gerik was not in the mood for excuses. He shouted at Jaden to be silent, and with one swing, he dismembered the woman’s right arm, then dropped the now profusely bleeding female, placing his scythe just over the center of her back.
“Leave her alone! Please, I beg you!” Jaden cried.
“That’s funny…” responded D’gerik, “Those are the exact words I had used. . .” And with no hesitation, he executed the female, leaving her a mess of gore on the kitchen floor.
Jaden cried out in terror, agony, anger, hatred; he felt everything that D’gerik lived for, everything that he had set out to force the families that took everything from him to feel. It was so perfect in his eyes. Now however, the fun was about to begin… It had not disappeared from his memories that the boy was a fullbringer, and the time had come for D’gerik to find out what Jaden was capable of.
In a fit of pure rage, Jaden lashed out. His abilities were advanced, given how much time he was given to hone himself. At first, he merely threw a punch with inhuman strength. This however was easily evaded. D’gerik tossed the boy aside, through the walls of his kitchen, a blow that would have easily killed any other human. He gave a menacing glare to the boy, his scythe at the ready. But he wanted to feel Jaden’s full power. He burned with an inner desire to feel pain, to be knocked aside by his blows, to make Jaden feel the same way D’gerik felt when all was taken from him.

Suddenly, a smile formed behind his mask. Behind the wreckage and smoke he could feel Jaden’s anger growing, and his power flowing out. He was being cocky, and it could have cost him what little he had. His thought process was interrupted by what he felt looked like a flaming spear flying directly towards him. It would have hit him as well, if not for his speed and reflexes. Instead, it just barely clipped his shoulder
. “Oh my. . . It seems he has some fight in him after all. . .” He knew for certain, the fight had finally begun.
From out of the smoke, Jaden flew out at blinding speeds. He formed a blade, seemingly out of flame, and began to swing at D’gerik wildly.
“Oh come now,” D’gerik stated as he dodged and blocked Jaden’s powerful, rapid strikes.
“-she was just a human. Nay, she was an insignificant insect!” he continued and taunted. He could feel Jaden’s strikes increasing in power and speed as his fury grew larger. It was only when Jaden’s swings grew more powerful that he knew for certain that something was wrong. He was taking hits, just as expected, but more than what Jaden was throwing at him, and not all the wounds burned. But what was it?
Suddenly, he saw it, another weapon; one that did not belong to Jaden! There was someone else on the battlefield. Before he could identify who, however; Jaden would have sent D’gerik flying with a high kick, just below his hollow hole. D’gerik would stand to see that the remaining members of the now ex-yakuza families, the four fullbringers, now stood in front of him.
“You slaughtered our families, took everything from us, now it’s your turn…” They said in unison. D’gerik couldn’t bring himself to move as he was tossed around by their blows and slashes. They made the same promise he made. They wanted to kill him for the same reasons he wanted to kill them.
[“Is this really how it’s going to end?”] D’gerik thought [“Do I really end up losing in the end. . . alone, like before. . ? Mother. . . Diana. . .”]. . .
“No. . . no, no, NO! I REFUSE!” He yelled, Catching the youngest of the children by the leg; using his body to knock the other three away.
“For hundreds of years I have hunted down your families. . . They raped and murdered my mother and my lover. . . And just when I thought they couldn’t do anything more they tortured me until my body could move no more. . . It was my deepest desire to do the same to you. . . to all of you. But now… now I’ve realized that keeping you all alive is pointless… I will be alone from here until the end of time, nothing will bring back my mother, nothing will bring back Diana... I am done. And so I break my ties to your family the only way I know how. . . By finishing what I started!” The three would stare in horror as D’gerik tore the youngling apart with the blade of his scythe. With renewed flame, D’gerik was fighting at his fullest potential now, and it would prove to be too much for the siblings.
The female charged forwards in a fit of rage. She swung an arc of electric energy, only to be sidestepped and swiftly beheaded. D’gerik calmly walked towards the remaining two who decided to fight together. But alas, they stood no chance. The eldest could not prevent D’gerik from slicing his sibling in half before finally moving on to him. D’gerik dismembered Jaden, picked him up, forcing him to stare upon the mutilated bodies of his siblings whilst a scythe was driven into his chest.
Just like that, it was over, there was no one left. The siblings’ souls were his, and the families were exterminated. With a powerful roar, D’gerik announced to all who could possibly hear him of his deed. He felt every part of his body becoming stronger than it once was. He would not evolve again, but still grow stronger, just on the peak of changing one last time. His revenge having been completed, he no longer felt the need to hunt down a family which either way was now fully extinct. However that instinct inside of him remained deep down. He came to fully detest humans, hollow, and Shinigami alike.

Years later, he met with the colleagues of the shinigami he had killed so long ago. They wanted his blood, but D'gerik was not about to stop. The ensuing battle would last hours; both parties would take massive damage. D'gerik's would come to feel a blade just barely slice into his mask. He placed his hand to his face, and for the first time in ages would come to realize it was there. He wasn’t human anymore, he hadn’t been for hundreds of years. He was a monster, he no longer felt anything for humans, Shinigami, or even common hollow. So why did he need the mask? He felt unable to find the answer, so he simply decided he that he really didn’t. He would dig as deep as he possible could, and with all his strength, he would come to at last tear his mask from his face.
The shinigami had never faced something like him, a monster with no feelings, no care for the life of others, and full acceptance that he was no longer anything close to human, and that he was apart from everything. He was alone; an arrancar… They stood no chance. They died slow, agonizing deaths. All D'gerik felt, was his muscle’s movement.

He stood in the room, surrounded by corpses and memories of who he once was. But the man who was once D’gerik Schrödinger, was no more. The last of the Shinigami had told him something before it died; something that would stick with him forever. “Damn you, and your black heart. Curse the beast that made you a reality. . .” Blackheart, this is what would come to replace his name. D'gerik was through with everything. No longer did he feel anything from the sight of blood other than disgust for making a stain, no longer did he feel anything for loss of life that did not affect him. He would, from now, and forever be known, as D’gerik Blackheart......