He didn't know why, how or when he was drafted into this. But he was here now, so might as well get on with it. For the longest while the man lived in seclusion within the darkest depths of Hueco Mundo. That was until he was called upon again to rub shoulders with the Espada of Los Noches. The Jackal was apart of said regime not so long ago. The Espada wasn't sure what it was that kept the Arrancar going. Their thirst for battle and destruction was frightening. Destined to repeat the same mistakes. So why in the blue hell was he even taking part? Pity the fool. The Jackal found himself standing atop a very high multi-storied building. The Garagunta which he appeared from closed as soon as the man exited. His Reiatsu sensing abilities activated allowing him to scan the area. His teal coloured hair was brushed from his face. The man took a puff of the cigarette in his mouth. Smoke trickled upward from the tip of the cigarette before dissipating into nothingness.

The man paused for a moment and took in his surroundings. The air in the world of the living was different. It was disgustingly fresh. Out in the distance he could sense different battles taking place. The Jackal himself had forgotten what the objective of said battle was. Just what were they trying to accomplish? Lifting his left hand, the man pulled the cigarette from his mouth. His index and thumb was used to grip the damn thing. On the ground it fell before finally stepping on it. The light went out. The man sighed before moving towards the edge of the building. From there he took note of what was happening around him. Wolfgang/The Jackal as he's known has long shoulder length, yet spiky teal colored hair. His skin color is of a brown skin color, sticking to the theme of a Spaniard in certain regards to being an Arrancar. Wolfgang also stands at 6 foot, three inches, boasting a well toned body, but not overly bulky. Wolfgang has piercing teal colored eyes that are equally as seductive as they can be made to give off a devious stare. The Jackal's mask fragment is the bottom half of a jawbone which resembles that of a canine. The mask fragment which is the bottom half of a jawbone is on the left side of the Jackal’s face. It runs along the Arrancar’s own jawbone on that particular side of his face. There are teeth running along the mask fragment. Parts of the mask fragment also extend downward towards the neck of the Jackal. Interestingly enough, the mask fragment of the Arrancar doesn’t seem to hamper him in any way. The mask fragment is of course white with the teeth running along it being black. Moving down the body of the Jackal, Wolfgang has his number tattooed on the right side of his neck.

The Jackal wears the typical black and white Arrancar attire, though the man has added his own unique flavor to it. The Jackal's upper garments consist of white long-sleeved overcoat that fits closely to his body, but not close enough to hinder his movements. There is also a pair of black fingerless gloves being worn on both hands of the Arrancar. The overcoat mentioned has a very high collar to it. On either side of the collars a pair of black tassels is attached to it. The high collar severs to hide the tattoo of his number from view. The man also seems to sport a what appears to be a black flack jacket, though not entirely military style. It’s more like for fashion than anything, yet it sets the Jackal apart from the other Espada. The flack jacket is worn over the long white overcoat. The overcoat is of course buttoned up only exposing most of the Arrancar collar bone. The flack-jacket in question is buckled around The Jackal’s waist moving up towards his chest area. The buckles are of a silver color, with the flack jacket only having straps that covers only one shoulder. More specifically, these are strapped across his left shoulder. The flack jacket of course has a number of compartments that are used to store his deck of cards and other insignificant items.

Wolfgang also wears a black sash around his waist rather stylishly. Wolfgang neglects the usual Hakama of the Arrancar race, instead opting for more closely fitting white trousers. The overcoat of the man also stretches pass his knees, ending up in an inverted "V" shape. Wolfgang unlike many of the other Arrancar, wears black man boots, something many considers to be his own personal style. The trousers that the Jackal sports covers the boots mainly, leaving only the foot area visible, which excludes the shin area and upwards. "Hmm should I wait or start some shit now?". The man said aloud not expecting anyone to answer.

Until today, Rei had done very little specifically for the Committee, it wasn't like they needed an assassin on call generally. However, today it seemed the Espada and their army of hollows had decided to invade the human world. Her staff had quickly gotten to work, clearing the area around their territory while Rei would fan out, in search of someone to answer for these crimes. She traverses the rooftops swiftly, avoiding conflict with ease as she searched for a commander of some sort, someone she could eliminate to break the assault.

Most of the enemies swarming her city seemed to be mindless, easily destroyed.. however, she came across a rather odd looking man, his alliance given away by the bone-like structure on his face. An arrancar, thought how powerful he was didn't immediately become clear. Regardless, the assassin would immediately rush to action. From her perch on the roof, she would vanish in a blur of speed. It seemed he had an answer to his question was there was no, he had missed his chance to start anything. Should he be able to keep up with her sheer speed, he might be able to see the stern crimson gaze of the white haired girl focused on her target, the glint of steel gliding through the air aimed to his throat in a well practiced lunge.

He would have moments to react, anything slower would probably end with his head rather brutally separated from his shoulders after all. How she had approached so quickly despite her weaker spiritual signature would be cause for alarm. Should she fail her initial strike, the girl would retreat back, avoiding any would be counter strikes with an unnatural grace, unloading her weapon in his direction, four shots aimed squarely at his chest as she put some distance between them.

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