~General Information~
Name: Methias Kaguya
Nickname/Alias: -
Weight: 80kg
Height: Six foot
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:Methias stands at a relatively high six foot tall, not too tall, but big enough to be eye catching. His hair is of the darkest of black, almost as if a ray of sunlight had never touched upon it. It is just long enough to reach his chin at it's longest points, and is style'd in no particular way, as if he had just woken up and got out of bed like it. His somewhat blood red eye's tend to gaze upon the world with a genuine hint of empathy. With put a petite nose and thin lips, he tends to be a rather attractive young man, a man many a woman would become weak-knee'd over.
At all times, he has a piece of fabric wrapped around both hands, much like a boxer does before a fight. The reason for this is unknown, but then again, nobody has really ever asked. He appears to never actually carry a weapon, an oddity amongst ninja's, although rumors indicate he doesn't have to carry a weapon.
Most would say his general 'look' would go totally against a member of the Kaguya Clan, and they would be quite right in sayng so. The reason for this, however, is that through the generations, his Kaguya blood has been watered down repeatedly to the state that he has the most minimal chance of recieving the Shikotsumyaku, and most assume him to be without it.
Clothing:His clothing consists of many an item, although the look is only complete once all are taken into account. His trousers are of the same shade of his hair, the darkest of blacks that can almost pierce your eye's as a bright light would. They sit tightly around his waist, yet are somewhat loose around the leg department, apparently for comfort. His chest tends to be uncovered to the outside world, toned and strong muscle's being on display to those who would glance upon him. If this is not the case, however, he wears a white buttoned shirt, with the top three buttons undone. However, with or without the shirt, he wears a black trenchcoat, which stops just before his ankle's. His feet wear a pair of black trainers, as to not go against the general look of the rest of his clothing. This is clearly somebody who cares about their outward appearance. Oddly enough, he seems to rarely have his headband on display, instead wearing it across his right arm, often beneath the trenchcoat. It is unknown as to why this reason is, although it is assumed that he doesn't want some of his actions being reflected upon the village.
Additional Outfits: Rarely, if he is needed for a formal occurance, he may decide to wear a casual shirt and trousers, typically colored in black and white in order to make himself look presentable. And at other times, he is seen wearing a typical ninja uniform, although that is a rarity at best. (Yeah, didn't really care for this section...Will improve if needed.)
Picture of character:
Personality: Methias is a genuinely kind hearted person, able to see the good in anyone and almost anything. This is apparent in his way of fighting, as he tends to set himself boundaries, as to not outright kill an opponent if they are weaker than he is. He will often try to help people for apparently no reason, and will infact risk his own life for the safety and comfort of others. Due to this nature, however, he is incredibly emotional, and is likely to snap if someone were to attack his friends or allies.
If he were to snap, he would become somewhat of a beserker, relentlessly attacking the one who made him snap until they were nothing more than a smoldering corpse rotting six feet under. During this state he appears to feel no pain, no remorse, and only the hatred that fueled the rage. This is but a double edged sword, as he is likely to push himself beyond his limits, and through any injury he may incur, inevitably causing him to make a minor injury serious, or worse.
Another one of Methias' most interesting personality traits would be his mild vanity. Albeit he is kind in nature, his actions appear to be that of some kind of comic book villian who cares that little bit too much about their appearance. He hates feeling ugly to the opposite sex, and makes sure to be eye-catching at any turn. He is also likely to act flirtacious around women he finds attractive, often giving a heartpounding smile, or a sly wink. However, he is definately not a ladies man, and is very respectable to women in conversation.
He doesn't really appear to hate anything, his ability to try and see good in anything tends to prevent the hatred. However, one thing he truly detests in those who kill for the pleasure of it. Fighting could always be considered fun, yet if one was to attack an innocent and cut their life short, well, they would deserve the same action done to them without a moments hesitation.
He is also -very- respectable, and gives respect to those around him as if they were at the same level as him, or even his best friend and leader, Armond. He speaks with a highly emotional tone, sounding a bit like someone who is full of love, happiness and joy. However, when it is required of him to be serious, his voice changes into an almost sinister sound, a slight hint of possible malice being heard within. This is also the voice he uses in battle, if he were to consider speaking.
~Clan Information~
Clan Name: Kaguya Clan
Kekei Genkai: Shikotsumyaku
Clan Symbol: Unknown
Clan History: The Kaguya clan (かぐや一族, Kaguya Ichizoku) is a now extinct clan, known to have been very barbaric. Select few, namely Kimimaro, possessed the Kekkei Genkai Shikotsumyaku. With the exception of Kimimaro, the clan was killed off when attacking Kirigakure in a failed attempt to show off their ferocity. The clan was very savage and had no tactics when going to battle, and refused to back down even when surrounded and completely outmatched, preferring to fight to the death for fun.
However, against what most would assume, there was but a few survivors, those who didn't infact attack against Kirigakure. A very limited few left the clan to join other villages, and while their ferocity was still at an all time high, they were happy. Eventually, as time continued by, the purity of the Kaguya Kekkei-Genkai faded into the distance, and the likelihood of anyone recieving it dramatically decreased aswell. Now, there is said to be a possible four members of the bloodline still alive, although this is just a guessed number.
Ability Summary: Shikotsumyaku (屍骨脈; Literally meaning "Dead Bone Pulse") is the Kekkei Genkai of the extinct Kaguya clan, which gave them the ability to manipulate their own skeletal structure. By infusing their calcium with chakra, they can manipulate the growth and properties of their bones to their likings. The ability seems to be rare amongst the clan members, as Kimimaro was the only one to exhibit it out of his entire clan.
Apparently, this ability gives the user a unique body, as when Kimimaro was fatally ill, Kabuto Yakushi claimed there had been too little information on his body to give any medical treatment.
The main capabilities of Shikotsumyaku is allowing the user to manipulate the speed of their bones' growth as well as the location of calcium deposits. This allows them to create weapons of bones that can either protrude from any part of the body, or pulled out and used like hand held weapons. They can even fire pieces of their bones as long-ranged projectiles. Any bone that they remove from the body immediately regenerates, as does the skin that is damaged when the bones are removed. Users can increase the density of the created bones, making them stronger than steel. This not only makes the created weapons very powerful, but also makes their bodies virtually indestructible.
From what the only known user of this ability, Kimimaro, has shown, most of the techniques are named after flowers. Most of them are also taijutsu-based sword dances, which are used for close combat and defense. However, as Kimimaro demonstrated, the bones can also be forced to grow from the ground, as a form of a ninjutsu, and that he can emerge from any of these bones.
~Rank/Village Information~
Classification: Jounin
Letter Rank: A
Village: Sheetagakure
~Skill Information~
Skill Specialty:
Elemental Affinity:
Special Characteristics: Due to the incredible nature of his Kekkei Genkai, Methias is highly resilient to attacks, aswell as his own attacks becoming increasingly devastating. He also has a relatively large Chakra Pool, in order to manipulate his bones to such a degree.
~History/RP Sample~
History/Background Story: It began almost twenty years ago, within the very walls of Sheetagakure. The conception. A couple, who were clearly incredibly happy with their life, finally settled down to make a family. Upon finding out that the lovers had infact been gifted with pregnancy, they were the self-proclaimed 'happest couple in the world'. They lived these nine months with no missions, making sure they were both safe to say hello to the newest addtion of their family. And they lived, not a single day of agony on their oh so perfect life. But you know what they say. All good things must come to an end.
Labour. Arguably the most painful thing a woman could live through. However, the moment her waters broke, they and all their friends knew something was definately wrong. For one, they didn't seem to be broken naturally, and the amount of blood dripping from her was far from healthy. But what had happened to cause such an oddity? Soon, the whole village found out about the monstrocity living within her womb. On the Labour Bed, as she was pushing out son out of her, several spikes revealed themselves, ripping her from the inside out, cutting through her flesh like a knife to butter. The last thing to ever escape her lips was but a single, mind-numbing scream.
His father was there to witness the whole event. His own son, killing his own wife. Truly, a tragedy. How one could live with this was almost unknown, yet he did well. He took hold of his son, remembering his heritage. Why did his son have the fabled Kekkei Genkai that was considered the most barbaric of them all. It wasn't fair. But he knew that he had to raise his son as good as he could, or risk forever losing everything he ever cared about. As his sons bones retracted, he took him back home, and continued to live his life for his newest addition to his family.
Into the Academy, and onto greater things
At the age of four, Methias was entered into the Ninja Academy at Sheekagakure. It was definately an early age, but his father insisted that his son would become great, and needed to be trained to control his powers as soon as possible. Simply being around Methias in the past often made parents worry about their childrens safety. His powers were unpredictable, often spiking out due to his lack of learning and mastery. He required someone who understood his Kekkei Genkai, and because it was thought to have been extinct long ago, nobody truly understood how to control it.
And that was the reason for joining the Academy aged four. By learning the techniques of a Ninja, perhaps he could have learned to master his own skills utalizing the same abilities. The first thing he learned was Chakra Control, and how it affected the Jutsu's you could use. This also allowed for him to begin understanding his own abilities, and using this knowledge, he eventually learned to control how and when to bring out his bones, how to control their density, and even how to create new ones in their place. A truly magnificient Kekkei Genkai.
After around two years, he had mastered all the Academy Jutsu, and had been granted permission to take on the Genin Exam. Passing with flying colors, he thought he would eventually join up with a team and continue to have his skills grow in mastery. But somebody had apparently come out with a true surprise for him. When he came face to face with his new Sensei, there was nobody else with him, and he had already met this person before. He had grown up with him. It was his father, Zeikke Kaguya.
And as a Genin, he became stronger than ever before.
Standing before his father, Methias had been granted a knew level of knowledge. His father also harnessed the Kekkei Genkai, but chose not to train him in any way until he had began to master the techniques himself. This was considered a huge rarity, two people being so closely related both having access to the Shikotsumyaku. It was revealed that Methias would join a team in two years, after he had undergone enough training under his father to master the techniques that were so closely linked to him. The first thing he learned was the Drilling Finger Bullets, a simple yet effective technique that could rip apart those who were weak, and prove to be an important distraction against stronger Ninja.
Within the first year, he had also gained a much greater power than he had originally had access too. He was becoming stronger at an alarming rate, learning low level Jutsu easily enough, aswell as proving himself to be incredibly efficient at all the techniques his Kekkei Genkai had access too. The techniques that required complete masters, like the Dance of the Seedling Fern, however, he was nowhere near ready for. His Chakra reserves, while high, were nowhere near the level that he needed, yet atleast.
As the second year had finally come to an end, he had joined a team, called team 0. A team filled with the three with the most unique Kekkei Genkai's available. He hadn't been told what the other two had access too, and he didn't truly care in all honesty, but he would eventually find out that they were as unique as him. Within days, he realised one was a Uchiha who had immigrated from Konoha. Like every, Methias knew of the legendary Sharingan, and how much of a threat the Uchiha could be to the world. They were truly a magnificient beast in a human body. The second, a female, with the abilities of ice manipulation.
Together, they underwent the most of mundane missions, which gradually increased in difficulty. They were soon to be classified as a truly effective team who's powers complimented one another perfectly. Eventually, they had all passed their Chuunin Exams on the first try. This was amazing by all standards, for one, they were all beneath the age of ten, and a whole team passing a Chuunin exam was practically unheard of. Yet they did it. And they did it well. Methias was now Nine years old.
Life as a Chuunin, time for some life changing events!
Becoming a Chuunin wasn't as great as Methias was expecting. Even though he was a stronger Ninja than Genin, he was often looked down upon because of his age. Even Genin disrespected him. He was the youngest member of his team by about three years, and was pretty much always made to look foolish. Yet, while he hated this, he simply continued on his way. But what made it worse was that people still feared his abilities, yet not many of his peers knew exactly what his abilities were. Some said he turned into a demon, some said he was a necromancer. Close, but no cigar, sorry.
As the years continued to fly by, Methias eventually came face to face with the Uchiha he had in his team. Yet not in the normal way that was expected. No, he had been killed, murdered infact. The way he was killed seemed odd, however. He had almost appeared to have been pierced by ice. And Methias knew of only one person who could control and create Ice Jutsu. With a great rage, he set forwards to find her, taking with him a tracking Ninja from the village. It took them three days, but they found her in a desolate wasteland. And to greet them, she simply mocked her old team-mate, and mentioned plans of how she always knew sh was going to kill the Uchiha. Apparently, she had been sent by another village to kill all threats. Methias was her next target.
Their battle was fierce, however, in the end, Methias stood victorious, taking the first life he had ever taken. He was completely shaken by this, but time healed his wounds. Within a month, he was back on his Ninja duties, and by the time he was fourteen, he had been promoted once more. This time, he was called "Jounin".
Jounin to current day, the final chapter. So far...
He was constantly being sent on high level missions. By this time, he had mastered all the abilities he had heard of by utalising his Kekkei Genkai, making himself one of the most effective Ninja's in the whole village. For this reason alone, he learned to not blink, and to not feel remorse for those he had killed. This was hard, considering his very caring nature, but he had to do it. His village needed him, and he had to prove his worth. And with every mission he had completed, he was gradually being accepted as a member of the Village.
Yet, while he was getting stronger, his father was getting weaker. Because of both his and his fathers body, medical care was almost non-existant. If they weren't lucky enough to be healthy all their lives, the likelihood of them surviving an illness was at an all time low. A shame, but alas, great power also had great drawbacks. Much like the Mangekyo Sharingan, which cost the user their eyesite, this cost those lucky enough to be blessed with this Kekkei Genkai a world without medical treatment. A shame, really.
On Methias' Eighteenth birthday, his father had finally passed away, leaving a depression looming over Methias. It was horrible, but alas, even the death of your closest family member eventually heals. And it did, only it took three months this time before he returned to work. By this time, he was also very vain. It was unknown as to why the reason, but some had assumed the loss of a loved one had made him want to show himself and his family in the highest possible light. Girls often threw themselves at him because of his newly found amazing good looks.
Now, at the age of Nineteen, he is truly a force to be reckoned with. Our story continues from here.
Roleplay Sample:
A topic from a Bleach RP around a year ago.
More recent:
Last post made on a Bleach RP, as a basic Hollow:
As you can see, I mainly RP Bleach, which is the reason behind these RP samples. Yes, this does follow through to all RP i'm in, so there's no worry about that.
Name: Methias Kaguya
Nickname/Alias: -
Weight: 80kg
Height: Six foot
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance:Methias stands at a relatively high six foot tall, not too tall, but big enough to be eye catching. His hair is of the darkest of black, almost as if a ray of sunlight had never touched upon it. It is just long enough to reach his chin at it's longest points, and is style'd in no particular way, as if he had just woken up and got out of bed like it. His somewhat blood red eye's tend to gaze upon the world with a genuine hint of empathy. With put a petite nose and thin lips, he tends to be a rather attractive young man, a man many a woman would become weak-knee'd over.
At all times, he has a piece of fabric wrapped around both hands, much like a boxer does before a fight. The reason for this is unknown, but then again, nobody has really ever asked. He appears to never actually carry a weapon, an oddity amongst ninja's, although rumors indicate he doesn't have to carry a weapon.
Most would say his general 'look' would go totally against a member of the Kaguya Clan, and they would be quite right in sayng so. The reason for this, however, is that through the generations, his Kaguya blood has been watered down repeatedly to the state that he has the most minimal chance of recieving the Shikotsumyaku, and most assume him to be without it.
Clothing:His clothing consists of many an item, although the look is only complete once all are taken into account. His trousers are of the same shade of his hair, the darkest of blacks that can almost pierce your eye's as a bright light would. They sit tightly around his waist, yet are somewhat loose around the leg department, apparently for comfort. His chest tends to be uncovered to the outside world, toned and strong muscle's being on display to those who would glance upon him. If this is not the case, however, he wears a white buttoned shirt, with the top three buttons undone. However, with or without the shirt, he wears a black trenchcoat, which stops just before his ankle's. His feet wear a pair of black trainers, as to not go against the general look of the rest of his clothing. This is clearly somebody who cares about their outward appearance. Oddly enough, he seems to rarely have his headband on display, instead wearing it across his right arm, often beneath the trenchcoat. It is unknown as to why this reason is, although it is assumed that he doesn't want some of his actions being reflected upon the village.
Additional Outfits: Rarely, if he is needed for a formal occurance, he may decide to wear a casual shirt and trousers, typically colored in black and white in order to make himself look presentable. And at other times, he is seen wearing a typical ninja uniform, although that is a rarity at best. (Yeah, didn't really care for this section...Will improve if needed.)
Picture of character:
- Spoiler:
Personality: Methias is a genuinely kind hearted person, able to see the good in anyone and almost anything. This is apparent in his way of fighting, as he tends to set himself boundaries, as to not outright kill an opponent if they are weaker than he is. He will often try to help people for apparently no reason, and will infact risk his own life for the safety and comfort of others. Due to this nature, however, he is incredibly emotional, and is likely to snap if someone were to attack his friends or allies.
If he were to snap, he would become somewhat of a beserker, relentlessly attacking the one who made him snap until they were nothing more than a smoldering corpse rotting six feet under. During this state he appears to feel no pain, no remorse, and only the hatred that fueled the rage. This is but a double edged sword, as he is likely to push himself beyond his limits, and through any injury he may incur, inevitably causing him to make a minor injury serious, or worse.
Another one of Methias' most interesting personality traits would be his mild vanity. Albeit he is kind in nature, his actions appear to be that of some kind of comic book villian who cares that little bit too much about their appearance. He hates feeling ugly to the opposite sex, and makes sure to be eye-catching at any turn. He is also likely to act flirtacious around women he finds attractive, often giving a heartpounding smile, or a sly wink. However, he is definately not a ladies man, and is very respectable to women in conversation.
He doesn't really appear to hate anything, his ability to try and see good in anything tends to prevent the hatred. However, one thing he truly detests in those who kill for the pleasure of it. Fighting could always be considered fun, yet if one was to attack an innocent and cut their life short, well, they would deserve the same action done to them without a moments hesitation.
He is also -very- respectable, and gives respect to those around him as if they were at the same level as him, or even his best friend and leader, Armond. He speaks with a highly emotional tone, sounding a bit like someone who is full of love, happiness and joy. However, when it is required of him to be serious, his voice changes into an almost sinister sound, a slight hint of possible malice being heard within. This is also the voice he uses in battle, if he were to consider speaking.
~Clan Information~
Clan Name: Kaguya Clan
Kekei Genkai: Shikotsumyaku
Clan Symbol: Unknown
Clan History: The Kaguya clan (かぐや一族, Kaguya Ichizoku) is a now extinct clan, known to have been very barbaric. Select few, namely Kimimaro, possessed the Kekkei Genkai Shikotsumyaku. With the exception of Kimimaro, the clan was killed off when attacking Kirigakure in a failed attempt to show off their ferocity. The clan was very savage and had no tactics when going to battle, and refused to back down even when surrounded and completely outmatched, preferring to fight to the death for fun.
However, against what most would assume, there was but a few survivors, those who didn't infact attack against Kirigakure. A very limited few left the clan to join other villages, and while their ferocity was still at an all time high, they were happy. Eventually, as time continued by, the purity of the Kaguya Kekkei-Genkai faded into the distance, and the likelihood of anyone recieving it dramatically decreased aswell. Now, there is said to be a possible four members of the bloodline still alive, although this is just a guessed number.
Ability Summary: Shikotsumyaku (屍骨脈; Literally meaning "Dead Bone Pulse") is the Kekkei Genkai of the extinct Kaguya clan, which gave them the ability to manipulate their own skeletal structure. By infusing their calcium with chakra, they can manipulate the growth and properties of their bones to their likings. The ability seems to be rare amongst the clan members, as Kimimaro was the only one to exhibit it out of his entire clan.
Apparently, this ability gives the user a unique body, as when Kimimaro was fatally ill, Kabuto Yakushi claimed there had been too little information on his body to give any medical treatment.
The main capabilities of Shikotsumyaku is allowing the user to manipulate the speed of their bones' growth as well as the location of calcium deposits. This allows them to create weapons of bones that can either protrude from any part of the body, or pulled out and used like hand held weapons. They can even fire pieces of their bones as long-ranged projectiles. Any bone that they remove from the body immediately regenerates, as does the skin that is damaged when the bones are removed. Users can increase the density of the created bones, making them stronger than steel. This not only makes the created weapons very powerful, but also makes their bodies virtually indestructible.
From what the only known user of this ability, Kimimaro, has shown, most of the techniques are named after flowers. Most of them are also taijutsu-based sword dances, which are used for close combat and defense. However, as Kimimaro demonstrated, the bones can also be forced to grow from the ground, as a form of a ninjutsu, and that he can emerge from any of these bones.
~Rank/Village Information~
Classification: Jounin
Letter Rank: A
Village: Sheetagakure
~Skill Information~
Skill Specialty:
- Main: Taijutsu
- Sub: Ninjutsu
Elemental Affinity:
- Main: Wind
- Main: Fire
Special Characteristics: Due to the incredible nature of his Kekkei Genkai, Methias is highly resilient to attacks, aswell as his own attacks becoming increasingly devastating. He also has a relatively large Chakra Pool, in order to manipulate his bones to such a degree.
~History/RP Sample~
History/Background Story: It began almost twenty years ago, within the very walls of Sheetagakure. The conception. A couple, who were clearly incredibly happy with their life, finally settled down to make a family. Upon finding out that the lovers had infact been gifted with pregnancy, they were the self-proclaimed 'happest couple in the world'. They lived these nine months with no missions, making sure they were both safe to say hello to the newest addtion of their family. And they lived, not a single day of agony on their oh so perfect life. But you know what they say. All good things must come to an end.
Labour. Arguably the most painful thing a woman could live through. However, the moment her waters broke, they and all their friends knew something was definately wrong. For one, they didn't seem to be broken naturally, and the amount of blood dripping from her was far from healthy. But what had happened to cause such an oddity? Soon, the whole village found out about the monstrocity living within her womb. On the Labour Bed, as she was pushing out son out of her, several spikes revealed themselves, ripping her from the inside out, cutting through her flesh like a knife to butter. The last thing to ever escape her lips was but a single, mind-numbing scream.
His father was there to witness the whole event. His own son, killing his own wife. Truly, a tragedy. How one could live with this was almost unknown, yet he did well. He took hold of his son, remembering his heritage. Why did his son have the fabled Kekkei Genkai that was considered the most barbaric of them all. It wasn't fair. But he knew that he had to raise his son as good as he could, or risk forever losing everything he ever cared about. As his sons bones retracted, he took him back home, and continued to live his life for his newest addition to his family.
Into the Academy, and onto greater things
At the age of four, Methias was entered into the Ninja Academy at Sheekagakure. It was definately an early age, but his father insisted that his son would become great, and needed to be trained to control his powers as soon as possible. Simply being around Methias in the past often made parents worry about their childrens safety. His powers were unpredictable, often spiking out due to his lack of learning and mastery. He required someone who understood his Kekkei Genkai, and because it was thought to have been extinct long ago, nobody truly understood how to control it.
And that was the reason for joining the Academy aged four. By learning the techniques of a Ninja, perhaps he could have learned to master his own skills utalizing the same abilities. The first thing he learned was Chakra Control, and how it affected the Jutsu's you could use. This also allowed for him to begin understanding his own abilities, and using this knowledge, he eventually learned to control how and when to bring out his bones, how to control their density, and even how to create new ones in their place. A truly magnificient Kekkei Genkai.
After around two years, he had mastered all the Academy Jutsu, and had been granted permission to take on the Genin Exam. Passing with flying colors, he thought he would eventually join up with a team and continue to have his skills grow in mastery. But somebody had apparently come out with a true surprise for him. When he came face to face with his new Sensei, there was nobody else with him, and he had already met this person before. He had grown up with him. It was his father, Zeikke Kaguya.
And as a Genin, he became stronger than ever before.
Standing before his father, Methias had been granted a knew level of knowledge. His father also harnessed the Kekkei Genkai, but chose not to train him in any way until he had began to master the techniques himself. This was considered a huge rarity, two people being so closely related both having access to the Shikotsumyaku. It was revealed that Methias would join a team in two years, after he had undergone enough training under his father to master the techniques that were so closely linked to him. The first thing he learned was the Drilling Finger Bullets, a simple yet effective technique that could rip apart those who were weak, and prove to be an important distraction against stronger Ninja.
Within the first year, he had also gained a much greater power than he had originally had access too. He was becoming stronger at an alarming rate, learning low level Jutsu easily enough, aswell as proving himself to be incredibly efficient at all the techniques his Kekkei Genkai had access too. The techniques that required complete masters, like the Dance of the Seedling Fern, however, he was nowhere near ready for. His Chakra reserves, while high, were nowhere near the level that he needed, yet atleast.
As the second year had finally come to an end, he had joined a team, called team 0. A team filled with the three with the most unique Kekkei Genkai's available. He hadn't been told what the other two had access too, and he didn't truly care in all honesty, but he would eventually find out that they were as unique as him. Within days, he realised one was a Uchiha who had immigrated from Konoha. Like every, Methias knew of the legendary Sharingan, and how much of a threat the Uchiha could be to the world. They were truly a magnificient beast in a human body. The second, a female, with the abilities of ice manipulation.
Together, they underwent the most of mundane missions, which gradually increased in difficulty. They were soon to be classified as a truly effective team who's powers complimented one another perfectly. Eventually, they had all passed their Chuunin Exams on the first try. This was amazing by all standards, for one, they were all beneath the age of ten, and a whole team passing a Chuunin exam was practically unheard of. Yet they did it. And they did it well. Methias was now Nine years old.
Life as a Chuunin, time for some life changing events!
Becoming a Chuunin wasn't as great as Methias was expecting. Even though he was a stronger Ninja than Genin, he was often looked down upon because of his age. Even Genin disrespected him. He was the youngest member of his team by about three years, and was pretty much always made to look foolish. Yet, while he hated this, he simply continued on his way. But what made it worse was that people still feared his abilities, yet not many of his peers knew exactly what his abilities were. Some said he turned into a demon, some said he was a necromancer. Close, but no cigar, sorry.
As the years continued to fly by, Methias eventually came face to face with the Uchiha he had in his team. Yet not in the normal way that was expected. No, he had been killed, murdered infact. The way he was killed seemed odd, however. He had almost appeared to have been pierced by ice. And Methias knew of only one person who could control and create Ice Jutsu. With a great rage, he set forwards to find her, taking with him a tracking Ninja from the village. It took them three days, but they found her in a desolate wasteland. And to greet them, she simply mocked her old team-mate, and mentioned plans of how she always knew sh was going to kill the Uchiha. Apparently, she had been sent by another village to kill all threats. Methias was her next target.
Their battle was fierce, however, in the end, Methias stood victorious, taking the first life he had ever taken. He was completely shaken by this, but time healed his wounds. Within a month, he was back on his Ninja duties, and by the time he was fourteen, he had been promoted once more. This time, he was called "Jounin".
Jounin to current day, the final chapter. So far...
He was constantly being sent on high level missions. By this time, he had mastered all the abilities he had heard of by utalising his Kekkei Genkai, making himself one of the most effective Ninja's in the whole village. For this reason alone, he learned to not blink, and to not feel remorse for those he had killed. This was hard, considering his very caring nature, but he had to do it. His village needed him, and he had to prove his worth. And with every mission he had completed, he was gradually being accepted as a member of the Village.
Yet, while he was getting stronger, his father was getting weaker. Because of both his and his fathers body, medical care was almost non-existant. If they weren't lucky enough to be healthy all their lives, the likelihood of them surviving an illness was at an all time low. A shame, but alas, great power also had great drawbacks. Much like the Mangekyo Sharingan, which cost the user their eyesite, this cost those lucky enough to be blessed with this Kekkei Genkai a world without medical treatment. A shame, really.
On Methias' Eighteenth birthday, his father had finally passed away, leaving a depression looming over Methias. It was horrible, but alas, even the death of your closest family member eventually heals. And it did, only it took three months this time before he returned to work. By this time, he was also very vain. It was unknown as to why the reason, but some had assumed the loss of a loved one had made him want to show himself and his family in the highest possible light. Girls often threw themselves at him because of his newly found amazing good looks.
Now, at the age of Nineteen, he is truly a force to be reckoned with. Our story continues from here.
Roleplay Sample:
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- A horrific growling noise could be heard through the very walls of Las Noches, as the newest addition to the Espada prowled through the marble halls. Walking on all fours, the white haired, wolf-like Espada truly manifested the insanity that lied within his mind. Scraping his metal claw upon the ground, a screech joined in with the now many musical notes that filled Las Noches with noise. Scratching the ground as he continued down the halls, his ruby colored eye's fixated on the ceiling, somewhat oblivious to the world around him.
His clothing could be seen to be loose, a little too loose. The only thing keeping his trousers on was the black belt that tightened around his waist, a tail ripping through just beneath it. The clothing on his upper body covered all but his arms, even his neck being hidden by his neckbrace. On his right arm, the number "10" was in clear sight. Although it marked his ranking within the Espada, Methias didn't care for rank, only living for the chance to see those around him suffer.
Truth be told, Methias was lost. He had only been in the grand palace for a mere week, and still hadn't got aquanted with the magnificient place. This didn't bother him, however. He just wanted to find something to do. Boredom, such a terrible thing. He truly longed for a chance to destroy someone's very mind. Unlike most of his kind, who enjoyed causing death to whomever stood in their way, Methias delighted in causing a fate worse than death. Eternal madness. To see someone fearing for their very life, all the while slowly becoming nothing more than a vegetable bought about more pleasure than a swift death ever could. Most of his victims ended their own life, much more satisfying.
His feet eventually led him to a whole new place, a huge, grand room. Several seats could be seen in plain view, along with a table to sit around. Methias had a seat on this table, the lowest ranking, but still there. His eye's glanced across each and every seat, firstly thinking it was empty, before noticing another in the room, sitting on the grandest seat in all of Las Noches. The Primera's throne.
Staring blankly at this new being, it was someone he had never seen. Although he hadn't met many of the Espada, he could only assume that this being was the Segunda Espada, although even the truly insane may have doubt in their mind. His lips grew into a snarl, another growl escaping through it. This didn't seem agressive, however, it was simply how his upbringing had left him, his mind being eternally warped. Luckily enough, the Espada didn't take into account mental instability when deciding their ranks.
Moving forwards, he climbed up onto his seat, simply continuing to snarl and watch the new arrival. Seeing as how he was sitting, Methias thought it was what he was expected to do. Nothing more than an animal? Maybe in this state, but such was the will of those who created him. With a sudden change, his snarl lowered to an emotionless state. A chance meeting, or something that would affect the future of Methias' life? Only time could tell.
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- Leaning back into the chair, Methias began to examine the room, suddenly ignoring the male who was sat in the Segunda seat. Truth be told, he had somewhat struggled to pay attention to something for more than a few moments, his mind as wild as he. Las Noches was, in his own opinion, an oddity. Marble, something of royalty, decorated the castle within the sand. However, the Arrancar.. They weren't royalty, they were murderer's, thieves and rapists. Scum, you could say. Such beings who belonged locked in a cell for all eternity. Could they really think so highly of themselves? Damn right, everything fun in the world was that they manifest, so why the hell not enjoy it? A grin grew on his lips.
Madness, chaos, insanity. It was all the same thing. And Methias loved it all. Creating chaos by making his opponent become insane, something that only a mad man could do. It was something else to enjoy it. A sudden burst of laughter escaped his lips, a look that would send a chiver down the spines of knights growing within his eye's. "Another wolf, 'eh?", a voice could be heard in the distance, not too far away, coming from the segunda's seat, apparently. Methias' facial expressions returned to nothingness, as his eye's fixated once more on the man.
Wolves. Pack. Family. Three things that would mean nothing more than a group of animals to most could but bring Methias' most precious memories back to him, if they weren't long forgotten. Some people cherish their past, some people detest it. Methias? He couldn't care less. His memories as a wolf pack human were destroyed as he became a Hollow, along with any kindness he had left to give. All that was left within him was but an empty void where a heart should have been, and a desire to inflict a fate worse than death upon others who would so foolishly attempt to attack him head on. Idiots, all of them.
Returning to reality, Methias ran the metal claw attached to his right hand across his face, a small slice following down his cheek. Blood dripping from the wound, it was clearly obvious that this being didn't feel the slightest bit phased by the situation, and was merely, for some reason, trying to calm himself down. His head nodded on it's own, in responce to the apparent Segunda Espada's question, although the very ice he tried to break was holding up as strong as ever, mostly due to Methias' stubborn and twisted nature.
Moving from his seat, he returned to his all-fours position, making his way towards the Segunda's seat. As he did, he took note of all visible numbers upon the man's very body. Although most were hidden, he quickly noticed the "II" on his cheek, showing that he was either the current Segunda Espada, or more likely, a previous. Not one to ever consider a rank a remote idea of anothers strength, Methias kept his guard up, albeit he still seemed as relaxed as ever. Making a few grunting noises, Methias attempted to communicate to the male to no avail, although one who may be able to mildly understand these noises were an attempt to know more about who was before them.
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- The ex-second... Methias' initial impression seemed to be right on the mark. An Arrancar who was stripped from his rank and employed into the Privion, such a pity, seeing as this very being was, to say the least, strong. Any Arrancar who was the Segunda deserved respect, even if they no longer held such a rank. Could Methias himself make it to such a state of respect? Probably, he knew deep within that his abilities could turn the strongest of beings to mere puppets, controlled by the masters firm yet delicate hands. But alas, would the primera know of the chaotic power he possessed? The answer was a firm no. Not a single being in this godforsaken land knew of what Methias could do to them if he considered doing so. Just the way he liked it.
This Arrancar who stood before him.... The ex-Segunda... He too was akin to Methias. They both had goals. Methias, he was easy to please. Gaining respect from the other Arrancar was the first step, although that was somewhat difficult in his current mindset. However, to do so would be to move up in the Espada rankings. A truly boring task, but alas, it was something to do. Once this respect was gained, he intended to do all in how power to achieve his ultimate goal... Death to the human race. And doing so would be all-so simple. Using his superior manipulation abilities bought on by the feast of illusions he had at his disposal, he would manipulate the very Espada to do his ideals... But this was a long way off yet. First, he had to continue communicating with his fellow wolf.
Zoning back to reality, his eye's moved from the Tattoo'd "II" to his apparent allies eye's. Could it be that their goals were similar? Probably. This arrancar was clearly a pridefilled man, who's initital goal was clearly to become the Segunda Espada once more. This would likely result in an inevitable battle between the two of them, but that wouldn't be for a while now. Even so, not one knew one single thing about the other, opening a whole door of possibilities. The very thought of such an event bought a smile upon the face of the young-looking Espada, before he casually nodded at the man. Things were going to get interesting.
It wasn't every day something with considerable strength walked into Methias' life.
Moving away from the man, Methias moved to his hind legs, or normal legs to someone who hadn't shared the same upbringing as he. Eventually standing beside the huge, marble wall, he placed the tip of his claw upon it, the marble being carved instantly, the scratches gradually forming a word. The embodiment of eternal madness, the ruiner of lives, the most twisted mind in the whole of the Espada... "Methias" was his name, and this name was but reflected on the marble wall.
Turning back to the fellow wolf, he tapped the bottom of the "S", twice, in an attempt to get the name out of the ex-Espada. This incapability to talk was but a true irritance, something Methias wish he had picked up from the scum of the earth, the humans. His eye's seemed to lose interest in the general goings on, but he still stood and waited, while his mind slowly wondered away to another place. The home of empty darkness and devastation around every corner, his own twisted yet amazingly fun world.
- Spoiler:
- Zoning away from what would have been a very strained conversation, Methias found himself in a strange yet wonderful place, voices echoing all around him, screams of innocent lives being destroyed, blood raining from the sky. Heaven? Not to most, to say the least, but it was the closest thing he could imagine it to be. As the red rain decended from the sky, the very landscape began to morph into the cities that the humans built, destroying the beauty of nature with their horrendous creations of destruction and chaos. Such a reckless disregard for what was their before, costing the lives of many of the animals that reigned before them.
The pendulum continued to swing, every tick followed by a familiar tock. Time seemed to move forward in correlation to the pendulums swings, the humans own world falling apart, much like the world they claimed as their own. Clearly karma would eventually bite humanity in the rear, as Methias' visions showed. Such was the will of the gods. Those who destroy will be destroyed themselves, those who give shall recieve. A curse to all living beings? Of course. But the beauty of it was that nobody could tell when it would occur. Fates twisted game, something of marvelous beauty and horror. With a sudden echoing screech, the world within Methias' mind crumbled into mere nothingness, returning to the hall of Espada's rule.
His eye's once again fixating on the fellow Arrancar, the name "Skaeith" came to his mind. Had he heard it during his mental slumber? Most likely, it was the most logical explanation. Being able to absorb information like a sponge was truly a brilliant feat to have, atleast it was the case while his mind warped elsewhere. He wasn't sure how much time had passed, although he felt sure that Skaeith's voice broke his creations. A pity, he was just starting to enjoy them.
As Methias finally took in the name, his head nodded slightly in responce to the name, showing he had put the name to the face. Although he put off a creature-like vibe, behind such insanity, Methias was truly a genious. A mind to be reckoned with, and a strategic master. Although not many could ever consider this side of him as real, he showed enough intellect at the right times to make people doubt he was nothing more than a creature of chaos, madness and destruction. If only he could speak, and remove the chains that kept his wolf-like tendancies close to his heart. However, time would only loosen these chains, and then he would recieve the respect and fear he so rightfully deserved.
Moving to his hind legs once more, he took on a more human posture, placing his right "Claw" on his hip, before smirking slightly. Moving his left hand in a wave, it became apparent that Methias had grown bored of this conversation, his thoughts wondering off elsewhere. Feeling his feet move towards the exit, he continued to walk normally until he reached the door, once more falling to his all-fours position and exiting the room. His first meeting with an Arrancar who spoke to him would surely not be something he would forget in a hurry.
>>Exit<<
A topic from a Bleach RP around a year ago.
More recent:
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- It was amazing how quickly his plan had began to work. Within a few mere moments, his 'ally' on this day had appeared before him, surging around the streets before him, quickly opening his mouth to speak. Methias could have heard this, with his acute sense of hearing, however, while what he said may well have been interesting, this Arrancar truly couldn't bring himself to listen to much more than the first few words. Why? Because conversation bored him. He was a man of action, who thrived off of destruction and chaos. His previous action of destroying a small store was but the first step of an unthinkable chaos that was about to be unleashed upon Karakura Town, if someone didn't arrive to atleast attempt to stop them now.
Looking over at the younger Arrancar, he couldn't help but grin manically as he saw a single card hit a five story building, causing it to eventually crash down to the ground, taking the lives of the pitiful humans who lived there. Fools. So weak and disgusting. Shortly after the building had met its end, the Priviron had finally made it to where Methias was, opening his mouth to speak once again, however, this time Methias had no choice but to listen. "Isn't this wonderful... We have the whole city as our playground." was its choice of words. Funny. Methias was just thinking the same thing. Yet, this mindless chaos was no fun without someone trying to stop them. How long was it to be until a worthy opponent was to reveal themselves? The answer to that was apparently not very long.
Now standing before Methias, was quite the trendy looking man. Dressed up in what appeared to be a formal dress suit, this Arrancar tilted his head slightly in confusion of the attire. Why someone would even consider wearing such a suit in this weather was simply a mystery in itself, let alone how this man was moving so quickly while wearing it. It clearly wasn't a suit made for battle, although this person seemed to have some form of spiritual awareness and skill to say the least. A human with a large Reiryoku supply, perhaps a Quincy was the most likely occurance. Methias himself had never actually had combat with a Quincy before, but to his knowledge, they used spiritrons in the air to create a bow and arrow which could then be used in combat for effective, fast, and almost deadly ranged combat. But could such a being truly pose a threat to a member of the might of the Espada? Likely, yet unlikely all the same. Perhaps against the lower members of the Espada this being could show his true skill, but against the likes of the higher ranks, those that would kill without a single warning, and that would attack relentlessly, the outcome was much more favorable to the Arrancar. Heck, this was a two on one situation, atleast until the 'boy' opened his mouth.
With a loud 'Oi!', Methias was finally bought to real attention. Someone was definately a wee bit upset with the destruction of Karakura Town. A pity, but nonetheless, he had asked for this by unleashing his Reiatsu into the air for all to feel. Placing but a single hand on his head, he listened as he was called an 'Albino Reject', and how he was challenged to a one on one fight with him. His grin turning to a smirk, Methias raised his hand, gesturning to the other Arrancar to stay alert for any other interferances. Letting out but a manic laughter, he couldn't help but feel as if this was going to be highly amusing to say the least. A bit of overconfidence could definately be seen by those who looked upon him, but he likely had every right to be so confident. Hollows were, after all, the strongest creatures in existance, and this one here had removed his mask at the legendary Vasto Lorde state. Before even removing his mask, he was stronger than most Captain level Shinigami, and the removal only increased this gap further. This child knew not who he was speaking to. He probably didn't even realise that this Arrancar was amongst the Elite of the Elite.
The sound of static then penetrated the ears of all who were around him, followed by the distinct disappearance of Methias' body. It almost looked as if he had teleported, but anyone who had seen an Arrancar fight would have known that this was Sonido, the Arrancar equivilent of Shunpo and Hirenkyaku. Within this single bound, he was now standing face to face with the Quincy, his right, clawed hand darting towards his stomach at an incredible speed. This was by no means undodgable, but would have definately posed an immediate threat to those who weren't use to high speed, hand to hand combat. The plan was simple, appear, attack, disappear. This would likely give him the most effective way of combating a ranged fighter, judging by the infinite shaped bow he was now carrying. If he cannot be seen, he cannot be fired at. Yes, making the opponent fight at Methias' pace was definately his strong point. After the initial attack, if contact was made or not, Methias would have used Sonido once more to immediately disappear from sight, and appear back in his original position. Was today finally about to get truly interesting?
Last post made on a Bleach RP, as a basic Hollow:
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- Such a pitiful race, those humans. They thought they were something, and yet they were nothing more than a cancer. A cancer on the face of a dying planet. Every moment they lived they were at risk of dying by some form of another. Even their own race often turned against one another. And yet the Shinigami believed that the Hollow were the scum who needed saving? Far from it. Hollows were the beginning of something great, something beyond their comprehension. They would be the race that would take over the spiritual world, and even the Shinigami's limitless potential would be broken down into dust. It was only a matter of time, and one of the newer additions to the Hollow numbers was about to make his mark known to the outside world.
A gentle breeze blew across the streets of Karakura Town, a scent of death lingering like the bad smell it was. The night sky was illuminated by stars, each being brighter than the one before, the moon being fully revealed at the highest point of the sky. Within this town, there was all the expected services. A school, hospital, police and fire station. All that and more. And yet, it was a relatively peaceful town considering the importance of the events of all those years before. However, would all these alone have been enough to keep the area safe? No, not at all. Every inch of this town was more often than not covered by one of those 'Death Gods'. But even their defence couldn't hold a stop to the Hollows, and day by day, the spirits of Karakura Town were gradually being devoured, one by one, and there was nothing they could do to truly put a halt to this.
The wind continued to blow towards a hospital, infact, the main hospital of the entire area. It was, for lack of a better word, huge, reaching up to those magnificient stars that sat in the air enjoying the good life. Almost every room in this hospital was holding people who were on deaths door. There was rumors that this was the hiding place for the Quincy, a simple old hospital in which they could practice their skills in order to become strong enough to fight off the swarms of hollow that simply loved to be in the area where death was imminent. And yet, the wind still blew past.
The destination was coming up. A small field, in which a young woman was brutally murdered, was the area of interest on this night. Why? A tormented spirit, a pulse, was being reported to be wondering around here. Apparently, women who get killed often enjoy sticking around the area due to being unable to accept their deaths. These were the likely beings to turn into Hollow, those who wanted revenge. Hollow were but a bunch of negativity all packed up in a body. This made them truly hateful, and a deadly combatant who didn't believe in sparring. This, was why they were so dangerous, and why they were the creatures that Shinigami tried so hard to stop.
And yet, on this day, there was only one Hollow trying to get a meal. But this Hollow was oddly small, only around the size of a German Sheppard. Most would think this would affect it, but alas, it didn't. Instead, his power was compact, allowing for more deadly impact shots, instead of spread out damage. His body was the brightest of reds, truly being a unique Hollow. This was made even more unique when it was realized he looked almost exactly like a wolf. Ironic, isn't it, how a child who grew up with wolves became one in death. Attached to his face, a mask, which mimic'd the shape of a wolves head, with a few subtle differences. Namely, the eye holes were slightly bigger, allowing for Methias' bring red eye's to pierce through the souls of those whom he looked upon. Aswell as this, the ears were perfectly triangular, and pointed straight upwards. While most wolves were Triangular, these were almost like Equalateral triangles. Too much perfection, one could say.
Stepping forwards onto his right paw, his eye's immediately located the target. Young woman, sitting on the floor, clearly scared of what was around her. Lowering his head, the Hollow began to walk through the grass, making his way towards her in an almost frightening pace. The walk turning into a run, the grass set ablaze, a world of fire immediately spreading due to both the wind and the grass. Within seconds, he was above her, and as just a few more passed, he was already digging into a fantastic meal, although his meal would have been struck short. Standing just beside him was another Hollow, who too apparently wanted to feast on this womans tasty body. A single giant hand shot towards the wolf-bodied Hollow.
Digging his feet into the ground, he dropped his meal, instead jumping up towards the arm. Landing atop its arm, Methias was immediately being swung wildly, having to use his four feet in unison to make any ground up the arm. Yet he did this effectively, merely a few moments passing before he came into contact with the mask. The head. Lowering his head once more, fire began to affect where he was standing, immediately burning the creature, its arm almost being turned into nothingness with only a few steps. Shooting forwards, their heads collided, smacking one another around twenty yards apart. The wolf Hollow, Methias, was still fine. The other had taken more damage, but was still more than an immediate danger to Methias. They were clearly around the same age, when it came to being a hollow, their abilities quite evenly matched it would seem. Yet Methias' condenced body was more frightening than most realized. The single moment where their heads collided had left the bigger Hollow with a crack down his mask. Now was the time to attack.
Using his smaller body to gain a burst of speed, he shot behind the Hollow, before leaping into the air from the blind spot. A common strategy, but one that was still incredibly effective. Landing behind the head, his three inch claws dug into the targets skull, ripping through it like butter. However, the hollow was still alive, but apparently injured. Yet, even worse than his, Methias' meal had been ruined! The initial attack that the hollow had used had somewhat burst the spiritual particles that kept he body together. He needed a new meal, and he needed it quickly. Simply gazing at the other Hollow, he realized what he had to do.
All in all, the Hollow kind actually tasted better than Pulses.
As you can see, I mainly RP Bleach, which is the reason behind these RP samples. Yes, this does follow through to all RP i'm in, so there's no worry about that.
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