Thor Blerster
Thor wandered the halls of Las Noches, his enormous form dwarfing the majority of arrancar he passed; his movements were quick, careful, and impossible to mistake. He was a man on a mission, on the lookout for something that had caught his interest. There wasn't a single arrancar in Las Noches that would've risked invoking his ire at a moment like this... as he had a reputation that most Arrancars would dream to attain.
Thor was never the person to loose his temper, and yet he performed acts that even the most furious of arrancar would've only been able to consider. His pragmatism was met by an equal amount of chilly logic, and Las Noches was beginning to realize what a dangerous combination that was. Yet, for some reason, he seemed perturbed today. Why, you may ask? Because he was forcibly dragged back to this god forsaken wasteland. And how he also coudn't find his fraccion, Colbolt. Which all in all got him to a point where he couldn't hope to hide his feelings about.
Thor was never the person to loose his temper, and yet he performed acts that even the most furious of arrancar would've only been able to consider. His pragmatism was met by an equal amount of chilly logic, and Las Noches was beginning to realize what a dangerous combination that was. Yet, for some reason, he seemed perturbed today. Why, you may ask? Because he was forcibly dragged back to this god forsaken wasteland. And how he also coudn't find his fraccion, Colbolt. Which all in all got him to a point where he couldn't hope to hide his feelings about.