Log in
Create Account
Graven Fel
Reputation : 6
Posts : 1122
Location : USA
Age : 27
BS Badges :
Posts : 1122
Location : USA
Age : 27
BS Badges :
     |
 THE ARRANCAR APPLICATION Name: Graven Fel Age: 21-24~ True Age: 5,944 (Unknown IC) Sex: Male Personality: A cold, unfeeling demeanor reflects itself upon Graven’s face in the form of a near-permanent look of disinterest, hiding his heart behind walls of ice. The true chill of his personality becomes apparent when he speaks, his apathy sending chills down the spines of even the most stone-cold, nihilistic bastards among any race. In those who capture his attention, those hellish red eyes seem to pierce straight through their soul, batting aside any defenses and leaving one quivering beneath his gaze. If someone manages to see past the “mask”, however, they might notice the slightly drooped shoulders and set to his face both speaking of weariness so profound that it cannot possibly have been created in a few centuries, or even in a millennium. The only explanation an observer can find lies in his eyes, where a shadow of deepest sorrow and pain unimaginable lurks beneath the orbs colored with rings of fresh blood straight from the heart. As an Adjuchas and later as a Vasto Lorde, he was truly, undeniably happy. Graven was a kind, caring individual who would stand up for even the weakest of Hollows, an undeniably rare outlook in the Darwinist society of Hueco Mundo. Even the few Shinigami he encountered were stunned when he would rather talk peacefully than fight. His transformation into an Arrancar is shrouded in mystery, and few Hollows are old enough to remember him as anything other than such. When questioned about his dubious evolution, Graven’s emotionless expression will darken, and his reiatsu will begin to feel ominous, like the calm sensation just before a storm breaks. Despite the few, seemingly callous words stating that it doesn’t matter, any observer could clearly see that remembering what happened that day is extremely painful for him. When paying closer attention, one might catch a glimpse of tears streaking down his face before the Arrancar is able to wipe them away. As Graven walks away, the last thing either enemies or allies will hear is a name whispered softly, lovingly, as it tears itself out from his throat with more passion and agony than any one being should ever endure. CHARACTER APPEARANCE Height: 5'10" Weight: 165lbs Physical Traits: Scarlet spikes defy gravity, sprouting from snow-white hair perpetually tussled from sleep as they fall over uncaring eyes of the same shocking hue. Pitch black estigma run along his long lashes and down to accentuate tear troughs made over years of hardship in Hueco Mundo. Flowing down to brush his shoulders, the mane of white frames an angular, yet masculine, face devoid of blemishes and scars. A light frown adorns the man’s visage as a clear compliment to the sadness living behind the hellish rifts peeking through half-lidded eyes. Graven stands at 5’10”, a middle-of-the-road height that isn’t tall by any means, but isn’t short enough to be a hindrance. His physique is lean and well-balanced, streamlined enough to reach extreme speeds but sturdy enough to strike a devastating blow. Calloused hands feature well-trimmed nails, a habit born through necessity, as it were. His skin looks and feels remarkably smooth, belying the natural Hierro that protects him from most bodily harm. The snowy locks adorning his head are impossibly soft, seemingly melting in one’s hands. Upon closer examination, one might notice that Graven’s canines are long…almost too long. His left ear is pierced in the lobe and around halfway up the cartilage, the former being a silver stud and the latter being an intricate silver cuff inscribed with the iconic leaves and berries of a “witching” tree. He is clean shaven, and has no freckles spattered across his tanned flesh. The planes of the man’s body are sharp and angular, yet maintain an air of masculinity unfazed by the passage of time, and unmatched by any other. Graven’s Hollow Hole is in the hollow of his throat, marking the last place Alyss touched as she ran her hand down his cheek for the last time. He has no trouble breathing or speaking, but wearing anything to cover it is highly uncomfortable. Graven’s mask fragment wraps around the base of his skull and rests on either side of his face. The right side is reminiscent of a wolf’s jaw, the edge sticking out about an inch and a half from his face before coming to an end, while the left side is made up of two rods that mime the right’s placement. The back of the fragment appears segmented, and plates come down to cover the top of his spinal column. Upon Graven's right pectoral lies a single tattoo, a "0", branding him as the Cero Espada. This marks him as the strongest Hollow in existance, and the ruler of the feared organization that has taken over Hueco Mundo. FIGHTING STYLE General Fighting Style: Graven fights best in close combat, using high-speed attacks and vicious combos to tear his enemies to shreds. The abilities he gained upon becoming a Hollow and later an Arrancar assist with this, the blood created and controlled by his reiatsu being versatile enough to use as both a fearsome weapon and a near-insurmountable defense. He is skilled in the use of his Zanpakuto in its sealed state, but in his Resurreccion his talents truly shine as he rips into his opponent with his claws and the Ceros that form in his “fur”. Strengths: Reiatsu/Reiryoku: Graven has an immense level of reiatsu and near-endless amount of reiryoku, far higher than anyone at his caliber has a right to have. Those who experience the full weight of his spirit feel as if they are alone, suffocating at the bottom of the ocean. Speed: Graven's base speed is insane, due to his species as a Hollow, and he has further progressed it along through a mastery of high-speed movement techniques. Cero/Bala: Due to his age, Graven has been using Ceros since before the Gotei 13 was founded, and had a knack for it even then. After millenia of practice, he is able to crank out energy attacks as if they were nothing, while they move faster and hit harder than they normally should. Hand to Hand: Graven's base form, and his Resurreccion by extension, relies heavily on his claws and fangs, so Graven has learned how to weaponize his entire body. He is a master of almost every martial arts style that has been invented to date, and is always willing to learn more. Weaknesses: Pesquisa: Graven sucks at sensing anything over his own massive Reiatsu output. As long as someone is within around 50 meters, he MIGHT be able to feel that they're present. Swordsmanship: While he has a Zanpakuto, this really isn't one of his strong suits. Far from it, actually. He has about the skill of a Lieutenant-Class Shinigami with his blade through sheer force of will, but considering his age he should be able to do so much more with it. Reiatsu Control: Graven has the fine reiatsu control of a chipmunk with bladder issues. It's embarrassing, really. If it weren't for his mastery over Ceros or the ability to control blood, one would think that his greatest feat with his own energy was NOT obliterating Las Noches every time he so much as sneezes. Stamina: While operating under normal day-to-day stress is fine, fighting takes quite a bit out of Graven. This isn't to say that he isn't able to partake in a prolonged fight, but he'll pretty much pass out afterwards. His working maximum is approximately two-and-a-half pages, maybe a little more if he releases. PERSONAL ABILITIES Name: Sanguine Reiatsu Effect: Arguably, this ability places Graven among the most powerful Arrancar, perhaps even dominating in combat effectiveness. His reiatsu is…unique, in that it has the form and consistency of blood. When released, Graven is able to manipulate his own blood, along with the “blood” created by this effect. Solidifying, moulding, and shaping this blood is child’s play, along with enhancing attack or defensive power as he sees fit. Using this technique, Graven can reshape and control both his own reiatsu and any blood upon the battlefield to use against his opponent. He can control about 30 gallons at most, half of which is produced upon release of his reiatsu, gaining 5 gallons every post afterward until he hits maximum capacity. Being hit by the blood itself causes damage similar to an average Cero, allowing him to use this technique as both an effective weapon and a powerful defense. -Technique Name: Negation Wall Technique Description: Graven forms a partial dome of pure, densified blood, defending himself from any attacks on the chosen side. The dome itself is amorphous, allowing it the potential to redirect an energy-based assault back at the attacker as well as reinforcing its strength against melee attacks. The curvature of the dome itself varies according to necessity, and it can be either concave or convex as the situation dictates. This technique is instant, and lasts for 3 posts or until struck as dictated. Negation Wall requires 3 posts to cool down after its collapse, and uses up 3 gallons of blood. It is capable of reflecting any attack up to a 60's Hado in strength, and is capable of absorbing up to Hado #70. After that, it merely reduces damage done to Graven. -Technique Name: Destrozar (ravage, pull or tear apart) Technique Description: Using the nature of his reiatsu against his opponent, Graven leaves a portion of it inside of his opponent after a successful attack. Once the reiatsu hits the target’s bloodstream, Graven rips it out violently, turning his opponent’s blood against him. This technique leaves lacerations along 15% of the body in most cases. This ability is able to be activated upon a successful attack, and takes 5 posts to infect enough blood to take effect. After this attack takes effect, it requires 3 posts to cool down. -Technique Name: Cero Blades Technique Description: By blending 1 gallon of his blood with a Cero, Graven can form a katana out of the mass of raw power that is similar in form to his Zanpakuto. The blades created by this technique are around the same strength as the steel making up a Zanpakuto, and release the full force of a Cero when shattered. A small trail of reishi follows the spine of the sword, revealing to an observant onlooker that Graven can fire the Cero at any time, allowing for a little “tactical creativity”. Damage done from this blast is equal to that of an ordinary Cero. The sword itself has no charge time, lasts for 3 posts, and must cool down for 3 posts upon release. ZANPAKUTO & CERO Sealed Appearance: The nucleus of Graven’s powers, his “heart”, is a work of art among Zanpakuto. The hilt is a gleaming piece of gaboon ebony, wrapped in white cloth and capped with silver. The tsuba takes the appearance of two magatama, one pointing towards the edge of the blade and one towards the spine, while the blade itself appears as if made of a pure, flawless diamond, gleaming like glass but sharper than a razor. Encasing its priceless cargo is a matte-black sheath, embellished with silver and giving off a dull shine. Just resting one’s eyes upon this mighty blade sends a chill down the spine, as if they had stepped inside the ancient tomb of a lost king, one not meant for the eyes of any mortal to behold. Zanpakuto Name: Emperador Pesadumbre (Sorrow-sworn Emperor) Zanpakuto Call Out: Awaken, Emperador Pesadumbre! Cero: Graven is capable of using Ceros, Balas, the Gran Rey Cero, and Cero Oscuras, as well as a handful of...unique Ceros, listed below. Technique Name: Cero Devastación Technique Description: As this technique is released, Graven draws his power back in upon itself, causing a large blast of crimson reishi to draw itself from the target to his finger, tail, or mouth. Anything caught within the blast collapses in upon itself from the sudden gap, much like a vacuum. Of course, the sudden rush of matter colliding with itself proceeds to evacuate outward, causing a large-scale shockwave that slices through anything in the vicinity. This occurrence marks the key difference between Cero Devastación and the Cero of any other released Arrancar; Graven’s Cero has the ability to implode instead of explode. This technique takes a single post to charge, and takes 4 posts to cool down. It strikes with the force of a Cero Oscuras initially, and the return shockwave is equivalent to a 40's Level Hado. Technique Name: Cero Iluvia Technique Description: The hellish light glowing between the plates of Graven’s mask fragment intensify as he charges this, one of his strongest techniques. Ceros pulse and flow down to his tail, coagulating and blasting outward in a rain of destruction as he lashes his tail towards the enemy. The two Ceros that make up this technique are absolutely devastating, causing reality to warp along the edges. They each strike with the force of a Forbidden Kido spell, and upon detonation Graven's release form ends, and he becomes fatigued. This is a final technique, and it's power is definitely worthy of such. The ability is only able to go 150 meters before detonation. EXTRA: Name: Gemelos Effect: High-speed movement is an exceedingly fine art, and none are more natural to it than Graven. As a wolf, it is part-and-parcel with his nature to strike hard and fast with as much grace as a cat. One might even call him a savant, albeit a deadly one. Due to his natural grace combined with either blade or claws, Graven is capable of preforming advanced techniques with little to no difficulty. His skill with this technique has even become such that he can be considered one of the fastest of his tier, stunning his foes as he moves at supersonic speeds in combat. The key behind Gemolos, however, is that this advanced form of Sonido allows him to create afterimages of himself that act as mirages. He can create up to 5 mirages of himself using this ability per thread, and they immediately fade after an attack, appearing for only around 2 seconds as if Graven himself were stuck before disappearing. Name: Enhanced Senses Effect: Due to his nature as a Wolf-Based Hollow, Graven's senses (excluding his spiritual ones) are far more sensitive than those of a human or Shinigami. Even other Hollows are incapable of matching this aspect of the Espada in action. Beyond-perfect eyesight, sonar hearing, hyper-sensitive skin and taste-buds, and a nose nearly 1,000 times more sensitive than normal all combine to make Graven the perfect predator. RESURRECTION Appearance: Upon release of Emperador Pesadumbre with the command to “Awaken”, Graven undergoes an animalistic change. His uniform molds itself into a bodysuit, the white fur and v-cut remaining among the sleek plates as fur-trimmed gloves spread and form themselves into claws capable of shredding steel with ease. Graven’s mask fragment expands on either side, mirroring each other to extend 7 inches out from his face, forming a wolfish muzzle with downward points at the “chin” on both sides. The back of the fragment spreads across his back and down his spine, creating armored hackles before ending in a wolf’s tail made purely out of the bone-like substance. Upon completion, a roar tears itself from Graven’s throat, letting loose a massive shockwave of reiatsu as a blood red glow begins to form among the fur-like needles and the joints of his mask fragment. Abilities: Emperador Pesadumbre draws reishi in from the surrounding area to form Ceros, imbuing and mingling them with Graven’s blood to pump the destructive power through his entire body. He can then release the Ceros at will through his body or the blood under his control. The control Graven has over blood is increased, allowing him to manipulate double the original 30 gallons at once. His claws are insanely strong - on the level of a Bankai of equal tier - complimenting his natural abilities and replacing a Zanpakuto when necessary. Boosts: x3 to Speed and Reiatsu/Reiryoku, and Strength RESURRECTION SEGUNDA Appearance:  Graven's appearance changes drastically once his Segunda Etapa is released. In addition to the changes seen above, his mask fragment disappears, the bone-like plates and spikes covering his back and tail replaced with heavenly-soft white fur, spreading around his pelvic area to cover everything lower than his waistline. His feet grow claws, becoming much more animalistic as they begin to take on the aspects of a wolf's paws. His fingers are gloveless, covered in black pads with tufts of white fur wrapping from the fingers around to the pulse points. His claws extend to a good inch and a half from his fingertips. Abilities: Name: Sangre Del Emperador (Blood of the Emperor) Description: While in Segunda Etapa, Graven has an infinite supply of blood. He can never bleed out fully, his natural regeneration is enhanced to High-Speed Regen, his manipulation of the blood is unlimited, and he is coated in it, increasing his Hierro by 3x. His claws are now as strong as a Shinigami's Toukai, able to defend against the strongest Shinigami technique without worry. Boosts: x4 to Speed, Strength, and Reiatsu/Reiryoku BACK-DROP Background: The young man's feet crunched lightly in the early frost that came with Leaf-Fall. His tribe was starving, and the Antlered One ahead of him is his prey, munching lightly on the brownish grass left underfoot. The deer stood its head up, snuffling the air as he took aim. His stick-thrower was true, blood spattering the earth as the great beast was hit in its core-beat. The death throes of the mighty animal tore the earth with abandon before the hunter cut its throat with his Sharp-Rock. Gutting the animal, he began to take the muscle and separate it from the bone, pelt, and organs. Feeling the air grow chill, the man began to cut with a purpose. A wolf howled in the background, making his situation more dire. Ice-Death was nearly upon them, and the storm that was coming was bound to catch him. Another howl forced his numbing fingers to slip, slicin his arm and bringing him face-to-face with the Fang-Beast. Using his Sharp-Rock, he slash at the predator to no avail, a pair of teeth closing in his throat. As he lay dying, the hunter watched his prize get eaten by the beautiful animal before him, the one whose bloodlust was more than his. The next thing he knew, he was shivering in a cave, hiding from the blizzard outside. The shaman of his tribe spoke few words, the Nordic tongue slipping from his mouth as he gave the young hunter his last rites. Vision going black, the man sighed, never again to look upon this world. Or, so he thought. Mindlessly, starvingly, the hunter spent the next hundred years devouring those he once called his people. He was known as Skoll, the spirit wolf destined to swallow the sun at the end of the world. He hunted his people until his hunger was too much. Slaughtering the spirits around him gave some relief, but it eventually became too much, and his world was consumed by darkness. The empty, jet-black abyss swallowed him whole as ten thousand voices screamed in his head. Who was he? Why was there so much pain? Nothing helped the lone consciousness that retained his sanity amongst the morass of tortured souls that made up this mindless form. Images flashed before his eyes, too fast to follow. A young man shivering in a cave, a chain leading from his heart that ate away at itself followed by screams of agony. A beast with a leering mask charging others of the same. What, he wondered, did it all mean? Pain wracked his skull as he thought on the development. Why, he wondered, did it hurt so damn much?! As he screamed, a name tore into his mind. Graven. Why was that so familiar? A bright light pierced his vision as he came to a sudden realization. The name was his: Graven Fel. As the light intensified, so too did the pain. It spread to every part of his body, bones cracking and reshaping themselves into those of a predator. Opening his eyes, Graven gazed upon the bleak terrain of Hueco Mundo for the first time with his new eyes, his new understanding. He was an Adjuchas: powerful, sleek, and deadly. Muscles roiling underneath the fur-like spikes of his mask, the wolf began howling in pain as bones snapped into place, interrupted by a gentle hand resting itself upon his broad flank. Hand? He looked at the woman seated before him, her eyes soft and understanding. The blonde's face was partially shown, the mask covering her body reminiscent of a lioness. She introduced herself as Alyss, her voice soothing the turmoil in Graven's heart as she worked circles into his sore muscles. For centuries untold, Graven wandered the white dunes at the side of his mistress, the Vasto Lorde who had saved him that day. She taught him how to hunt in the icy forests and mountainous terrain of the North, to kill those that threatened their way of life and the territory they had carved for themselves. Alyss was by no means violent, however, and more often than not Graven found himself hunting down Gillians and Adjuchas that preyed upon the downtrodden and the weak. He relished as much in the fight as he did helping others; tearing his lady's enemies limb from limb was exquisite. Over time, his power grew, and so did their territory. Alyss had declared herself Queen of the North, one of the legendary rulers of Hueco Mundo, and he became her King and Mate. Many came to challenge their rule, and Graven wholeheartedly enjoyed every struggle, every clash of claw and fang. He was protecting his people, his pack, and NO ONE would take them from him. He treasured each moment spent with Alyss, sharing each of his kills with no reserve. Eventually, after one of his duels for the Crown, Graven heard a sharp crack from his back, followed by that long-forgotten pain he so despised. Groaning in effort, he begged for Alyss to come to his aid. His beloved people stood in a circle, unable to assist in any way as muscle and sinew flexed and popped under his skin. What was happening? Was this regression? He feared the worst when he heard the honey-sweet voice of his mate before him break into tears, but it was not to be so. Amidst cries of joy and his own agony-induced screams, he caught the words "celebration" and "coming into...power." Blearily, he opened his eyes to find his mate sleeping peacefully beside him under the boughs of the rowan tree that grew in their chambers. The silver stud earrings that she wore glinted briefly in the perpetual moonlight as he raised a clawed hand to gently caress her sleeping face. From the spattering of blurred memories he had from the kingdom-wide celebration, he hadn't regressed. In fact, he had evolved into the epitome of the Hollow evolutionary tree: one of the legendary Vasto Lordes. If his mate hadn't been one herself - hell, if HE wasn't one - Graven might have even doubted their existence. Yet, there he lay, a two-legged wolf with an eternity spent with the one he loved laid out before him. The white plates that had replaced his fur shifted as he curled himself around Alyss, the white hair sprouting from the top of his partially-covered face framing his mask as the werewolf-esque being held the one thing he couldn't live without. As the years went by, Graven and Alyss began consolidating their regions to form the only functioning kingdom in Hueco Mundo. Those who were too weak to defend themselves flocked to the North, where Graven had persuaded a group of powerful Adjuchas to assist him in his efforts to protect. Young and old, wounded or otherwise; none of it mattered to the ruling pair. The North was a safe haven, and those who lived there earned their reputations as fierce warriors who would fight to their last breath to protect that safety. Unfortunately, it couldn't last for long. The very nature of Hollows proved to be their downfall. Several thousand years had passed since Graven's first breath as an Adjuchas when the first reports came in. A brutal young Vasto Lorde and his devoted minions were terrorizing the West, slaughtering and raping to their hearts' content. They seemed to be moving into the North, headed for the palace of ice that made up the seat of their power, something which he would never allow. Alyss was with child, an exceedingly rare thing for Hollows, and Graven would have none of this Dante's chaos disturbing the calm around his home and causing her stress. He would be hard pressed to win, however, as even his years of experience and the overwhelming power he had amassed might not be enough to kill another Vasto Lorde backed by the Adjuchas he called his "Four Horsemen". In the end, though, it hardly mattered. In the midst of the night (as far as one could tell in Hueco Mundo), Graven awoke to the slimy sensation of a large amount of corrupted reiatsu moving into his private chambers. Being sure not to disturb Alyss' slumber, the Vasto Lorde stood up and readied a Cero in the direction of the intruder. Much to his surprise, a sudden blast struck the still-forming orb in his hand, flinging him to the wall and stunning him. A red boot appeared before his dancing vision as he struggled to clear his head, only to find a fist thrust into his gut as he attempted to stand. Blood poured out of the werewolf's mouth as the bat/human hybrid before him lifted him to his feet and pinned him to the wall with reiatsu. Dante CarmesiHoja sneered at the King of the North before declaring to the quartet that attended his whims that they "had an audience". Alyss was dragged violently out of bed, her screams muffled by the combined reiatsu of four Adjuchas. Graven struggled against his bonds and howled madly as her sleepwear was torn from her rather-curvaceous form. Sniffing for a moment, Dante smiled at the raging wolf and congratulated him on his child-to-be before driving his foot into her stomach to hold down the struggling woman. His Four Horsemen joined him in his laughter as they all descended upon the helpless Alyss with ravenous abandon. Graven's vision turned red with blood and rage as her screams pierced through the pain-filled stupor poisoning his mind. The red soon faded to black as his life force began to fail. As he hung dying, the scent of Alyss' blood hit his sensitive nostrils. Blood. Blood is everywhere, stains everything. Thrashing, he poured every ounce of his reiatsu into getting free of the restraints, trying desperately to get the blood to STOP until he heard a long-forgotten sound, the distinctive cracking sound indicative of a change in a Hollow's mask. With a final, blood-curdling howl, Graven broke free of Dante and company's grasp, sending the Vasto Lorde's minions flying. His mask had shattered, causing him to takes the appearance he has currently. The blood that coated the room floated to his side, moulding itself into a Zanpakuto sitting in its sheath at his side. Standing up and grinning, Dante brushed himself off and rearranged his clothing. Stating that he was "done" anyway, he widened his grin even more as he charged a Cero and fired. Two weeks after, Graven stood in the ashes of his kingdom before a shallow grave. Bandages covered half his body, testifying to the beating that Dante had given him. Alyss had died in that initial Cero, blasting her abdomen open and leaving her dying. Graven hadn't fared much better, barely managing to live. He had stood over Alyss, comforting her as she faded away, her hand resting upon the hollow of his throat before finally falling limp. Dante had laughed, dubbing him the "Ghost of the North", because he would be all that remained of their kingdom when the Four Horseman were done. He gritted his teeth, wondering why he was left to live. The loneliness was killing him. Then, he realized he didn't care. He would use his age and experience to rebuild everything Alyss had strived for, except on a larger scale. He would unite all of Hueco Mundo, so that no more monsters like Dante would ever surface. Most of all though, he wanted Dante's head on a spike. Gritting his teeth once more, Graven gripped the hilt of his Zanpakuto and cursed. Fiddling with Alyss' ear stud, he punched a hole in his ear to keep a part of her with him as he left the last vestiges of their home. He had work to do. Side Notes: Took the opportunity to update the thread with the new template! RP Sample: http://www.bleachstory.net/t6695p30-northern-lights-private#82518 |
