Skaeith Locke [Arrancar]

Arrancar

Name: Skaeith Locke

Description:
(Refer to the avatar for facial features) Standing at a massive five feet, four inches, Skaeith is hardly the most intimidating thing around. Nor does he wish to be, though, always finding those who relied on appearing as if they could wipe the floor with you having the smallest chance of doing so. His build is lithe which compliments his quick, fluid movements. With wild, untamable hair of silver and eyes that glow an azure, Skaeith has an exotic attractiveness about himself. Garbed in the usual white garments of the Arrancar, but with his own personal twist: A white, long-sleeved hoody left unzipped at all times. One sleeve is usually rolled up to his elbow whilst cuff of the other goes a little past his knuckle, a hole cut into which for his thumb. Underneath the outerwear is a black, collared vest usually zipped up around the base of his throat with the collar upturned. His lower half is garbed with white, semi-baggy cargo pants, and discarded the standard sandals in favor of wrapping his feet in black cloth to further his silent approach, his hands and arms are wrapped in a similar way, up to the shoulder, open-fingered. His Zanpakuto comes in a set of twin style short swords sheathed at his lower back in an x formation. The remnants of his Hollow form: A small, jagged fragment of his Hollow mask that runs from his left cheekbone under his eye ending in a point just before his nose and his Hollow hole is relatively small placed on the left side of his chest beneath his collarbone.

Visual Age: 16

Class of Arrancar: Vasto Lorde

Personality:
Calm, collected, laid back, and above all: lazy to the point where it's almost an art. He has no love for fighting, and will go out of his way to avoid having to draw his blades. This however does not mean he doesn't train. Despite his lack of ambition, it's hard to live a lifetime and not desire a time-killer. Training is about the only thing Skaeith can consistently devote himself to. Even so, it's not out of a yearning to become the absolute being; the boy couldn't care any less.

Skaeith's also nigh a constant contradiction. He's stubborn but in no way conservative, with beliefs that change on a daily basis. Sarcastic to a fault, his sharp tongue tends to lead him into the conflicts he seeks to stay out of. Cold and callous, yet at times shockingly kind and compassionate. Loyal, yet distrustful and paranoid. Proud, but in some ways humble. Even he knows his delusions are ridiculous, but that doesn't banish them. Everyone has a secret agenda. Everyone.

A self-inflicted burden is that at times he can be sociable as an aristocrat, yet intolerant of the people he is socializing with. Skaeith can hardly stand the company of most, but if one can prove themselves adequate, he can seem a bit like a puppy. Humor, tolerance, rationality, and common sense are traits he both possesses and finds enjoyable in others.

Despite having more than a mild dislike for fighting and bloodshed, Skaeith will not hesitate to preserve his own life by ending that of any who threaten it.

In short summary, the Arrancar is unpredictable. He has his ways and beliefs, but nothing every stays the same forever.

History:
Skaeith Locke was born on a cold February morning in small town was blanketed in white to a loving mother and a distant father. His first years were spent as anyone's, getting into things he shouldn't, reaching for things he couldn't, and being scolded for things he wouldn't. The child was a bit of a crybaby, much to his father's chagrin.

One day, fed up with the infidelity and unhappiness that plagued her life, Skaeith's mother packed up and took him away from that small town. They moved on to a larger city and tried for a fresh start, hindered by the harassment of the infuriated father, but nevertheless they managed.

He lived an ordinary life, he was your slightly above average everyday average boy. Not a prodigy in music, literature, or athletics, but Skaeith was intelligent. Sadly, he was smart enough to realize that he wasn't smart enough for anything extraordinary and resigned himself to the average, ordinary life. Luckily he had the mindset that it's the little things in life that piece together and make the big things.

Unfortunately, Skaeith was oblivious to the them. Everything felt insignificant and unimportant. Each person he met just felt like another face in the crowd. He was becoming more and more detached with the passing days. However, like the case of most boys, there was a girl. And like most cases, she changed everything. Being unlike all that preceded her the girl effortlessly won over his attention and curiosity. Calm, quiet, and reserved, she spoke little of her mind.

Naturally, Skaeith wanted to know everything about her. Being weird in nigh every sense of the word, the boy's classy ice-breaker was "What's your favorite kind of cheese?"

And so began this unusual courting process. The girl was hard to crack, but the boy possessed an unshakable determination. Day by day they grew a little closer, until finally she caved. The two weren't your average high school couple. Instead of constant flattery and outright affections, they were tender to each other through no ways other than sarcasm and insults. But they were happy together, content with just each others company. Skaeith knew he would spend his days with this woman, and that was fine with him. And so he spent the rest of his life with her happily.

He didn't live to see his twentieth birthday, he was killed in a car accident.

When he came to, Skaeith felt nothing but a sickening hunger. It was pervasive and relentless, plaguing his every second to the point he felt as if he was going insane. Which didn't seem like a far out possibility. What could this ghost-like desert be other than a hallucination brought on by an unstable mind? Memories were reeling through his head but slipping through the cracks before any grip on himself could be taken. Frantic and desperate, he looked for somebody, anybody, to help him. And in a twisted sort of way, he found it. Stumbling upon a group of three beings the lost soul thought to be distorted only by his hysteria and pleaded for their aid. So the Hollow were asked, so did the Hollows grant. In the cruelest fashion imaginable they pounded the knowledge of what a hideous monstrosity he had become into Skaeith's head.
"All because your spirit was too weak, and you couldn't accept death." The ringleader cackled, a hint of sadistic pleasure easily caught in tone. Luckily he was able to enjoy his last few moments. Fury and horror have their limits, and once broken only bloodshed can be wrought.

And so it was. When restraint and self-control finally made their reappearance, Skaeith found himself struggling to leash his appetite with the flesh of those he had fell. A perverse satisfaction spread over him paired with a sense of sickness. To say he loathed what he had become would only fall short. With a wounded pride at having deteriorated to such a beast, he resolved to take down and decimate as many Hollow as possible before they returned the favor. The task was made less strenuous when the newly born Hollow literally stumbled onto his innate ability during a fight not wisely picked. Fleeing from his pursuer, all Skaeith could think of was the need to get away, to vanish. Passing under one the trees that sparsely populated this wasteland he felt himself sink into the shadow it cast. Fearful that this was a power of his opponent he closed his eyes and resigned himself to a grim fate. One that never came.

Daring a look around to see what had happened, the Hollow was startled to find he was in an entirely different region of Hueco Mundo. And so the technique "Shadow Step" had been discovered. With it, Skaeith could step into a shadow and reappear in another within twenty or so yards. Never was he able to use it to travel the distance he had during that flight for survival.

Time lost its meaning in the world of gray and black. All there was, was the devouring of his Hollow kin. Skaeith's body had gone through a variety of changes. Growing, growing, and growing still until suddenly shrinking was thrown into the mix. Oddly enough, though he was decreasing in size, he could feel his power was growing like never before. From the monstrosity that looked as if it had been ripped from the scripts of a cheap horror movie he had evolved drastically, now resembling a normal sized wolf, though still with the demonic-like touch of being a Hollow. Unaware was Skaeith that he had become a highly powerful Adjuchas class Menos. He'd never bothered to learn much more of his kind after the first time he had met others. All he knew was Hollows were not to be trusted, not even himself.

Eventually, Skaeith could feel the years begin to drag on. Hunting, though never had it been exciting, lost it's meaning. The growth in power didn't provide thrill. It never had. He could hardly remember why he did it in the first place. Weary of this pointless existence and endless solitude, the Hollow broke his mask thinking that would be the end of it. Reiatsu erupted from him in such a massive amount even he was shocked. Surprise was short lived and swiftly replaced by a agony unlike any other, and darkness quickly overtook him.

When Skaeith once more, much to his behest, became coherent he felt himself being carried. Not bothering to open his eyes, he figured someone was about to be pleased with their next meal. It seemed like a reasonable conclusion, as one of the things that were carrying him (he hadn't bothered to check) was chattering excitedly. "Did you feel that Reiatsu? This one's gotta be at least around Vasto-..." but the voice was quickly cut off by a harsh "Shh!"

The sound of a tremendously large gate opening reached his ears and curiosity was beginning to reach that level of unbearable. Slowly did he open his eyes to slits, but couldn't make out much as he had been carried through the gate.

"Welcome," A deep voice echoed through the halls. The gate doors slammed shut and Skaeith's eyes shot wide open.

"To Las Noches."

Specialties:
1. Weapon Proficiency [Lvl. 3]
2. Cero [Lvl. 3]
3. Hand-to-Hand [Lvl. 3]
4. Sonido [Lvl. 2]
5. Endurance [Lvl. 2]

Looks good. Approved. Oh, and just tack on the levels that were suggested in the Getting Stronger suggestion topic. To save you time, I found it for you.

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(Elites)The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Slot has Lvl 3 while the rest have lvl 2

Innate Ability: Phantom King

Skaeith is the self-proclaimed "King of Shadows", however taking a deeper look at his abilities it may not appear just an empty boast. This ability further suggests such, as by melding one of his own Shadows with another he may take reign over it as if it were one of his own; along with giving it the same attributes. Skaeith is also able to freely detach the Shadow his body casts for the purpose of said melding. If he were to meld it with the Shadow of a living entity, Skaeith would actually gain control over that entity for 1 Turn. From a severely weakened, dead, or incapacitated entity (Must be Spiritually Aware, and a PC) he may "steal" they're Shadow. This is the main way in which his power and Resurreccion grow, and for each "theft" one additional Shadow will appear along with his Septimo Sombra ability. To a living creature who's Shadow is stolen; they will feel drastically weakened and even sickly. Having ones Shadow torn from them is as the same as having a limb severed, though unlike a limb the Shadow will regrow with time. [Roughly 1-2 days. If Endurance is their weakest score, 4.]

Skaeith is also capable of seeing Shadows in any circumstance, even in lighting that would make it seem there is none at all; aided also by the crimson outline from his Sombre Espada ability. As a final note, not matter what, Skaeith will always cast a completely discernible Shadow from his figure mostly due to his unparalleled harmony with the element.

I'm not to comfortable with you A. possessing people and B. making them feel as if a limb as been choped off. just because of your IA

1. It only lasts a turn, and if their close to me in power or have high endurance, they'd be able to resist well enough.

2. It's not an auto-hit. I have to first merge the Shadows which can be evaded.

C. I practically have to beat them within an inch of their life or outright kill them to even enable myself to rip the Shadow from them. In which case I could simply just cut an actual limb from them, which would be far more crippling as very few people make use of their Shadow, lest they're of my Element.

Honestly, if you compare my Innate to those of others, such as your beastly ability, it's pretty unimposing.

well since you explained it like that....fair enough....

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