Methias - Espada

Name: Suttaa Methias

Age: 576

Visual Age: "Early" twenties.

Gender: Male

Appearance:

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~Height: 5' 11''
~Other: Methias has a scar that slices vertically through his left eye, which could easily be made by a weapon such as a sword. It is around 1cm in thickness, and is colored in a dark shade of red. His mask is located across the bottom of his neck, and is shaped like a jaw. His clothing is also bright white, unlike the black shown in the picture above. His hollow hole is located at the center of his chest.

Personality: Methias is an oddly calm Arrancar, not sharing the agression that the majority of his kin seem to have developed. He appears to be a bit lazy, often being seen passing on his duties to lower ranked Arrancar, or simply sleeping when he should be doing something more productive. He shows absolute confidence in himself, a confidence that can be felt by others around him. He doesn't appear to care much for how he looks, which often leads to his clothing looking run down, and his hair looking untidy. He only appears to listen to orders given to him by the primera himself, seemingly feeling superior to all those beneath him.

While in battle, he retains the calm personality, thinking carefully through every action he is to take. He examines his opponent before engaging, in an attempt to figure out any weaknesses they may possess. He tends to finish battles quickly, as if most opponents are a waste of his time. He seems to not use his Ressureccion very much, possibly due to him wanting to test himself against an opponent on equal footing, and him feeling like he would destroy them insantly if he released.

History/Background: *Methias grew up in Karakura Town, and had a childhood which would be considered far from normal. At the age of 6, he began to see the first signs of Spirits. They were sitting everywhere, each of them either suffering or looking for something in their undeath. Even at such a young age, he understood more than a child of his age normally would. He spent his days trying to help them, which caught the attention of a nameless Shinigami.

This Shinigami was considerably strong, atleast by Methias' standards back then, and was sent to Karakura to defend it from all Hollows. As the time went by, he watched Methias from a far, knowing that the vast amount of Spiritual pressure the young child was giving off would attract horde's upon horde's of Hollows. Time went by, however, and by the time Methias was the age of 10, his eye's had become use to the spirits, and he saw them all as clear as a Shinigami themselves would. The Shinigami continuously reported the abilities of the child, which gradually caught the attention of the captain of squad 12. Two years later, the nameless one came into contacty with Methias for the first time.

This initial meeting went well, and Methias finally understood the idea behind hollows, Shinigami, and even the Gotei 13. Methias wanted to help the spirits himself, yet his new found friend told him that his life would have to be forfeit to do this. Not wanting to die, Methias followed the man on his journey's, watching him fight off Hollow's and sending Spirits on their way to the Soul society.

Then, at the age of 15, Methias was watched the Shinigami battle a considerably strong Hollow, one that was even stronger than him. Sending the spiritual body of the Shinigami into a wall, Methias ran over. Blood covered the man, and in panic, Methias did nothing. Looking up at the mans face, the Shinigami smiled at him. Nodding at him, he said a line that Methias would remember the rest of his life. "Methias... The days we have spent together meant alot to me. However, even as a spirit, I can die... And now is my time... So take my power."

After speaking, he coughed up blood, thrusting his sword into Methias. A burst of power shook the very foundations that were sorounding him. Opening his eye's, he was holding a Katana, and wearing black Shinigami robes. The man was about to die, and with his dying breath he told Methias what he wanted to hear. "In death... I'll tell you what you've asked me for years... My name is... Zeikke." And in that final breath, the Shinigami died.

A smile grew on Methias' face. In death, the Shinigami gave Methias a gift he would cherish. The gift to prevent the deaths of spirits like his once good friend, Zeikke. Tightening his grip on his newly created Zanpakuto, a Reiatsu that would rival a third seat Shinigami burst from Methias, as he charged towards the Hollow that killed his best friend. Jumping upwards, his blade at his side, he swung once. The Hollows mask was then cut in half. Standing over what was then an empty nothingness, Methias vowed to defend Karakura.

However, barely three months passed before Methias was confronted by another Shinigami. However, his previous expectations were about to be shattered. The Shinigami, instead of helping him, raised his blade in order to fight him. Methias learned that day of the sin it was for a Shinigami to give their powers to a human. Clenching his blade, he battled with this new enemy, fighting on even terms. However, just as Methias was gaining the upper hand, his opponent spoke calmly as his Zanpakuto took the form of an axe. Unable to take the blows, Methias was eventaully defeated, laying in a puddle of his own blood. The man looked at him, and managed to heal Methias' injuries. Grabbing him, he took him to the Soul Society.

Upon getting there, he looked around the place he awoke in. The room was... Dull. The area he was in was alien to him. Walking around the area, he was grabbed by a man in white robes, who proceeded to grin at him. Without talking, he took him to a room where several would-be Shinigami were gathered. This was Methias' first class in learning how to use Kido, Hadou, and releasing the power within a Zanpakuto. It took Methias barely a few days of this training before he heard the voice of an angel speaking to him. His face dropping to a frown, a cry was heard that caused him to become slightly depressed. He then spoke to the female voice, asking her "Why do you cry, Seraph?"

As he did, a bright light covered his blade. His weapon changed form, and it then looked almost angelic. He was the first person in his classes to master his Zanpakuto's Shikai. Smiling to himself, the class congratulated him in this huge accomplishment. By this time, Methias had turned the age of 16. His power however, only continued to increase rapidly. After a few months, he was sent to see the current Captain Commander. This person looked down at him, and spoke in the calmest of manners, asking Methias what had happened to Zeikke. After answering all the questions, Methias was asked to continue his training with them. The captain commander respected the power that Methias possessed, and believed that he could be a great asset to the Shinigami.

After a year had passed, Methias had gone through intensive training with the Captain Commander. During this time, he had learnt to use a Bankai, the pinnicle of a Shinigami's power. However, as he wasn't dead, he wasn't given a spot in the 13 protection squads. Nodding towards him, the Captain smiled, and ordered Methias to go back to Karakura town. Even though Hollow's were still attacking the area because of the huge amount of spirits that gathered there, Shinigami were being sent. The Captain Commander then sent Methias back, with a strange disc that would allow him access back into the Soul Society through a gate located in the park. He was then considered a Substitute Shinigami. Walking through the gate, Methias suddenly lost conciousness.

He then awoke in a hospital, attached to a life support system. It was apparent he was believed to be in a coma for the last few years, since the day Zeikke gave him his Shinigami powers. Unsure if he had just been dreaming, he rummaged through a pocket. He thought it was strange that he was wearing clothes in the hospital, but it didn't bother him as much as pulling out the disc that the Captain Commander had given to him. Methias then saw his family run over, as he shoved the disc back into his pocket. His family gathered around him, all smiling and saying how it had been nearly three years since Methias was caught in a car crash that had put him in a coma.

As the days weared on, he caught up with his family, and had the disc to control the ability to leave his body to become a Shinigami. His phone had been programmed to detect when Hollows were around, and he was ready to battle them. He lived his life through out the years, however, he ended up dying of a rare heart condition at the age of twenty four. While awaiting a Shinigami to take him to Sereitei, however, he entered deep into despair after watching his family mourn his death. It wasn't long before he became what he had hunted for all those years, a hollow. He became a mindless abomination, devouring everything in his path, before developing a taste for Hollows.

While on his journey to eat more of his own, he ended up in Hueco Mundo. While he was there, he ate several hollows, before the process took place which turned him into a mindless Gillian. Shortly afterwards, his own mind took over the body, as he began to eat all the other Gillians that sorrounded him. Ripping into their flesh, he eventually became what was known as an Adjuchas. In this state, he became smarter, and continued his journey into darkness.

Then, some three hundred years later, he achieved the pinnacle of evolution, the Vasto Lorde. It was then he developed a thirst for power, and during that time he heard rumors that Hollow's who remove their masks become incredibly powerful. Grasping hold of his mask, he pulled it off slowly, taking on his new form. However, when he did this, he ripped up his eye, which caused a scar to be formed on his newly humanoid state. When he did so, he was approached by a creature like him, and offered an opportunity to join an elite group of Arrancar known as "Espada"...

RP Sample: (This is a post I made on Bleach Online, I hope to got you accept this as a Roleplay Sample...)

A young male stood upon the open field, long black hair running down his face. The hair was styled in no way in particular. In fact, it looked quite a mess. His face showed no flaws, with dark, almost black eye's. Standing at around six foot tall, he radiated a healthy glow, his body well toned from the years of training it had gone through. He wore what appeared to resemble a white cape, yet his clothing looked far from normal from any normal Shinigami. He was wearing a blue buttoned shirt, yet all the buttons were undone, revealing his chest and stomach. He wore lose blue trousers, much akin to many Shinigami robes, the only difference being the color. He wore a pair of straw colored boots, instead of the normal Shinigami footwear. This was Zeikke Suttaa, the Captain of the Eighth squad.

Looking up at the sky while laying down upon the grass, he didn't seem to have a care in the world. His eye's focusing on the clouds as they passed by, attempting to find anything that resembled an animal of some kind. His hands gently resting across his chest, he found himself pushing upwards to a seated position. The sun in the sky showed the time, and the time was to head to Central 46. This was the day that he had been told to meet them, a matter of grave urgency, or so they said. Zeikke wasn't truly friendly with the people within the group, and he himself often found it hard to agree with some of their outrageous decisions. However, his duty as a Captain forced it upon him to make sure he made it their on time, and as such, he lifted himself from the ground. Looking down at himself, he was covered in hundreds of small green blades, which he quickly brushed off of his clothing and out of his hair.

His eye's then diverted as a black, winged creature was heading towards him, a hell butterfly. These were creatures that the Soul Society used to get their messages sent around quickly and efficiently. Listening to it, it appeared to request that Zeikke made his way to the Central 46 as soon as possible. Sighing lightly to himself, he walked casually, the wind catching the cloak that rested on his back. Floating gracefully, it almost looked like it could have made him float away into the very clouds he enjoyed to stare at so much. Each step made but a small sound, not loud enough to be of annoyance, but just loud enough to be heard. Before long, he stood outside two gates, the entrance to where he was being called. Making one last brush down before he entered, he repositioned his hair as to look respectful. Taking but a few steps forwards, he came face to face with forty wise men, along with six judges. Each looked at him with a serious look upon their faces. Bowing his head, he awaited what they were going to request of him.

"Zeikke Suttaa, Captain of the Eighth Squad. We at Central 46 make a request, a request that we believe you would be the best man to forfill." the first judge said, moving a strange box from the ground onto his table. "In this box lies something very valuable, that we call the Hōgyoku. Even as a Captain, we doubt you have heard of this. It is a truly dangerous artifact, and we request that you look after it yourself. The reason is simple, we have head reports that somebody is after it. If they get hold of this, the Soul Society will be in grave danger. Do you understand?"

Feeling slightly mocked, Zeikke smiled slightly before moving towards the box, taking it from the judges hand. He nodded his head slightly, speaking a few words of his own. "I'll guard it with my life." he said. His voice sounded confident and calm, however, thoughts were going through his mind, questions being asked to himself. He couldn't quite understand the value of what was in the box. Even though he knew he shouldn't look inside it, he truly wished that he could open the box and see what made this artifact so special. However, he was a Captain, and to do so would be going against his own title. Getting given a nod by the judges, he turned around and headed back towards his personal quarters.

The sky was now dark, night had fallen. He smiled as the wind pressed against his face, his hair being blown gently in the slight gale. He had always enjoyed a gently breeze, in fact, that was why he believed that his Zanpaktou was as it was. The box resting in his left arm, he looked down at the blade sheathed at his waist. It was pretty average in the way that it looked, many Shinigami wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between it and any other. Zeikke, however, could feel a gentle wind radiate from it like a fan blowling weakly. It was truly an amazing masterpiece, to say the least. Looking upwards, he continued his way to his personal quarters, and before long he found himself opening the door to what could only be described as organized chaos. The room was small, only managing to fit in a bed, various clothing as well as a mantle piece that allowed for Fujin to rest on while he slept. It was part of a bigger building, however, that was the eighth division headquarters. Placing the box on the best, he sat next to it, closing his eye's.

His mind wondered aimlessly for a short moment, before visions of what just might have been in the box ran wildly in his head. Could it really be that dangerous? Where they exagerating? Was this a test? Who knew at this time. However, curiosity was surely taking hold of Zeikke. His eye's opened, looking towards the chest in awe. Leaning forwards, he began to think "What's the worst that could happen? Really... I'm not going to abuse it." As he thought, he saw his hands lifting upwards. The box then opened, revealing a sphere... The Hōgyoku. Taking hold of it in his hand, he simply looked at it for a while, wondering how the strange jewel looking "thing" could have been so powerful that it would require a Captain to guard it. However, something strange happened as he was holding it. He wasn't sure how it happened, but a sudden pain shot through his head. White covered the room he was in, shards of it. They moved towards his face, pressing against it. Having no idea what was going on, he soon fell into unconsciousness.

His eye's opened. He was then standing upon a cloud. The could was huge, and as far as the eye could see was simple, fluffy clouds. This was his Zanpaktou Spirit, Fujin's world. However, Fujin himself was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was greeted by a man dressed in red. A black cloak rested on his back, and white hair covered his face. He was incredibly pale, looking almost ill. In his hand was a sword, no, a Zanpaktou. Looking up towards Zeikke, the figure spoke to him. "Haha! That's no way to greet your new best friend, is it?!" it yelled, and within a second there was a collision of blades. Zeikke was luckily quick, very quick. The figure fought a lot like himself, in fact, they both even looked incredibly similar. Pushing forwards on his blade, Zeikke manged to push the figure away. Feeling how strong it was, Zeikke released his Zanpaktou's Shikai, speaking the words "Slice the wind, Fujin" As he did, his blade disappeared in a gust of wind, a trait that was mirrored by the figure standing in front of him.

Both raised their right hands, and then *clicked*. Two incredibly concentrated bursts of wind collided, a huge screech being let out. What felt like an explosion had pushed Zeikke backwards, however, looking upwards, it appeared he had clicked first, as the pale figure has a gash on his right arm. However, it was smiling. The figure then charged towards Zeikke, snapping its fingers faster than Zeikke could recognize. Unable to respond fast enough, he clicked the fingers on his left hand, an air blade defending the attacks, most of them atleast. Cuts grew on Zeikke's arms and chest, ripping through. The figure was now at his face. Placing both hands forwards, Zeikke spoke "White Lightening" and clicked the fingers on his right hand. As he did so, a bolt of blue shot through the creatures chest, as well as an air blade. The battle was over faster than it began, however, the creature still stood before him. "Wake up, my power is now yours to command."

As the creature spoke, Zeikke awoke in a building that could only be described as, well, rubble. The whole building was destroyed, and he was surrounded by people he recognized from his own squad. At his feet lye the Hōgyoku. His hand moving to his face, he felt a strange mask. Shaking slightly, it began to shatter. Realizing that he had done something, he panicked, surging towards the gate he had given to him. The gate opened via the key he held close to him. Stepping through, he eventually ended up on earth, a place that could only be described as... Peaceful, given the current situation. The mask on his face shattering, he didn't know what he was going to do, and as such, he tossed his key and Captain's cloak into the gate before it close, turning his back on the Soul Society, realizing he may never return there again.


Skill Ranks: (Rank from 1 to 5 you specialties as an arrancar) Your choices for arrancar are Cero, sonido, hand to hand, weapon proficiency, Endurance.

1. Weapon Proficiency
2. Cero
3. Endurance
4. Sonido
5. Hand to hand

Wow, Superb but I didn't see you as an Espada lover....Approved