Damon Anderson

Name:Damon Anderson
Age:27
Gender:Male




Damon holds the apprence of a full blown rebel. Though are the best words to sum him up. He see no need at anything in this fucked up world for any form of formal wear. He is a muscular male of african decent. He could be refered to by some as handsome. His hair is jet black and reacher down to the end of his neck as well as drapping down covering his ears. He at all time wheres a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes for what reason no one knows. His body is covered in many tattoos many of the of skulls or dragons.

On a day to day basis he aways seem to wear the same thing. His choise of attire being a long black coat. The coat reachs down to his ankles. The coat itself seems to be plated with a new type of created matieral that though is as strong as steel much lighter, as well as granting him a mild protection to energy base attacks that these new invadeing demons tends to use. He wears no shirt under this coat proudly exposeing his upper body to all that see him. On the sides hidden in the coat are two gun holsters that he holds two fully automatic hand guns that he designed himself. He tends to dress in a very punkish style shown mostly in his pants. The pants he wares could be refered to in this modern time as Tripp pants. The pants though fit him perfectly legging are wide, and the bottom of them nearly cover his boots. From the pants hang countless chains all of them the links fasioned into metal skulls. The pants are jet back just like his coat though they have lime green stiching in them.

Personality:Damon summed up is a jackass. He dislike most people, and tends to prefer to be on his own. His hatred for the invaders of the human world causes him to look at anyone that is fine with it as a peice of shit for just handing there world over to the the vile beat that now ravaged and destroyed everything they had build. The idea that know the people that the world was ment for have to live hidden infuriates him. He has a deep seeded hatred for all soul beings, and more the happy to send them back to there world the hard way. Damon can be a very hard person to get along with, aand even worse should one get in his way when he is in one of his moods, which tends to be daily. He has a sweet and softer side, though it is hidden behind the mass shell of dispaire, and darkness the world had placed around him, and should one try to even crack that shell that in itself would be a accomplishment worth or praise. The only part of the other side of him he openly shows is his compassion for saveing other humans. Though he woud kill any Spirit Being on sight he becomes even more fired up, and sure that there destruction must be done for the humans to take back there world when he sees then praying on humans.

Though he comes off as one that would fear nothing he does tend to have a slight jittery reaction at the sun, as being that he grow up in a underground city created he had never seen the sin before. It is because this that he prefers to travle at night, as when the sun is out its warmth startles him, and make his fell as if he could start burning at any moment. The last espect of his overall personality is his detremination. He wishes for nothing more then to free the human race from the grip of the Spirit beings. The earth was the human world, and there was a veil between the worlds for a good reason, and looking at the world as it was now, that was the very reason. His dedication to this cause is unshakeable, and it fuels him to push on when others have given up.
Appearance:He is a tall man standing from head to toe around five foot eleven. He hold himself in a very rugged out back style as he tends to on a regular basis show up covered in dirt, and blood. This does not bother him one bit, as he cares little for his own apperance. His chest, and abs are quite toned showing the form he keeps his body it at all times for battle. His hair unless its rains is normaly matted. He is abnormal from everyone else due to his dark skin complection
Height:5'11"
Weight:197 lbs.



Power Development Stage 1 Appearance:His first stage is his weakest stage, but the world weakest is uses loosely. When he releashes his first stage his body type as well as appearence tend to change quite a bit. The very power that is releashed from his body at this form cased his sunglasses to shatter revealing the eye he hids from the world. His optics now glowing like burning orbs he holds his right hand out as slowly his spirit energy begins to manifest itself into a physical form. That form being of a giant blade. The blade itself is rectangular in shape completely with all sides of it deadly sharp. The blades itself black as night with nothing to distinguish it other then the words carved down the center of it reading "Death is upon you.". The handle of the blade is long reaching nearly two feet long showing that the blade was ment for two-handed, use though Damon holds it with one had as if it where as light as a feather to him. With the gaining of this sword his body also goes though a small change. His muscles tend to grow slightly hinting at a increase in his own physical strenght, and speed.
Power Development Stage 1 Abilities:A moild increase to his own physical abilites comes with this allowing him to move much faster, to the point that he can nearly keep up with Shinigami, and Arrancars with there movement techniques. His blade is one of great power able to cut though even spirt beings like they are nothing should he land a hit. The blade itself hold the power to allow Damon while weilding it to command black flames that radiate around the blade. Swinging his blade not only can he attack with the blade, but the dark flames that flow from it act as a one-two punch.

Power Development Stage 2 Appearance:This being his final,and strongest from Damon come to his full power at this form. The once giant blade he held and swinged around fades from the mortal world in a gust of flames. James himself takes on a even more of a horrifc like change. It is his hatred that fuels his spirit energy, and this takes the form most here. His body in this form grows much larger, his build becomeing terrifying to most. His eyes now turning a pure gold, his skin also begin to change to near back washing away his tattoos. His neck lenght black hair also grows in this form reaching down to his ass.
Power Development Stage 2 Abilities:In his form his physical strenght, and speed are new beyond equal. He as well no longer need his blade to control the back flames but now that same aura that circled atound his blade now circles around his hands. The same concept is added for when he punches as with the sword, but now he can on command control the flames as a weapon themselves. His eyes now become a great factor in his ability. His eyes lock on to spirit energy allowing him to follow any type of spirit energy that is in there area, this allow him as well to counter the flash step of the shinigami as when they move they leave a trail of there reitsu behind that he can follow, and know which way they are moveing, and comeing from almost at the instant they move.



Chi Powers:Damon's chi is one of hatred, and vengence. His chi is pure black, and seems to radiate around him with a untamed wild fire. His chi like all else radiates from his core located in his abdomen. With his chi he can spread it out though his body stenghtening his body more. He mainly uses this as a defensive ability as he strenghten his muscular system with his chi allowing him to take more damage, and even ward off lesser damage with little to no damage done to him. Doing this though takes much concentration, and when he uses it as a means of defence, he sacrifices his own speed, and agility. The secound power of his chi allows him to concentrate, and condense his energy to a part of his body. This is more of a offensive means as with this the area that he routes most of his chi to begin to radiate with a dark aura.

Awakened Appearance:When his chi is awakened spirit energy begins to wrap around him, rageing with his untamed power. His body nearly seems to be engulfed by the dark energy. His eyes begin to glow a dark red with his hatred being the source of his chi. The ground around be tends to crack slightly from the power he releashes. Seeming to burn in his skin almost as if carved ito his flesh glowing in red letters are the words "Death takes you now". His cloth at this point tend to become slightly tattered becomeing damaged by the black chi that envelopes him. Up and down his arms, and even in his neck the vains in his body begin to boldge out hinting at the increace in his power, as well as increase in the sences of sight, and hearing.
Awakened Powers:With his awakening of his chi he gains many benifits, but the main things that help him are not only his increase, in physical ability due enhanceing his muscular, and nervous system with chi, but also the ability to condence his chi. Doing this he cand create attack of energy that would be closely related to the Hollow's Cero blast. His blast are pure black as his chi, and hold a wide range of effect from explosive, and disinigrateing proterties, to that of blades, spear-heads, and arrows.

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Background:Born in such trying times Damons parent where also humans that had grown to hold otherworldly powers. He spent his life in a underground city the people called Feridia. Feridia was a rebel town as all they lived inside opposed the spirit beings takeing over the human world with a firey passion. They all saw there world falling apart as the Spirit bings fault, as if they could have handled there own affairs none of this would have happened. This being all around him it was ineviable that he himself would also come to hate the spirit beings as well. Growing up in a city underground to say life was hard would be a gross understatement. Food was scares, and what they had was normally near spoiling, but as a child with no other option Damon learned at a young age to take what he can get, and never complain. His parents where members of a undergroud task force thats main mission was to not only protect the city should Spirit Beings find there way, down to them, but also to educate the children that to ahd began to show signs of spirit energy, of the human races, past, and the destruction of there way of life all due to the Spirit Beings. Damon himself was a late bloomer as many would say, as normally in this time where more and more humans where finding there spirit energy, the normal age for a child to being to show signs was seven. Damon though did not begin to show signs uptill he reached the age of ten.

The arrival of Damons Spirit powers nearly broke his parents, as they after his seventh birthday where over joyed that he did not show signs, not wanting him to have to live with the same powers they did, and be linked to the beast of the other world. Once Damons powers began to show at times he ahd to be isolated from others, as they where much stronger then any other child that had just gained, them, and with him unable to control them he tended to cause much destruction just by them rageing out of him. His powers always seemed to...scare everyone around him, mainly thoughs with spirit energy, as there was just something not right about them. They seemed to be fueled by darkess, comeing out in there fullest form when the most negative of emotions came over Damon. It time he learned to atlest hold them from expelling at the wroung times, but that did not help anything the spirit sensitive humans in his city sences something darker in him, and would not come near him, shunned him, and even began to hate him seeing him as bad as the spirits on the surface.

By the age of fifteen Damons parents saw that he was becomeing more and more isolated in the city, and belived that maybe it would be best for him on the surface, as even though they where all humans people looked at him as a monster, and with the mounting tension between damon, and the people of the city they did not know if his anger would cause him to releash his powers, and do something foolish. Moveing to the surface the land now ravanged, and destroyed left as little more then a deserted wasteland they lived. Life there was even worse as food, and shealter where even harder to come by, as well as the constant attack from Hollows, and demons. Damon at a young age had to learn how to battle, and use his powers, but even he himself saw they where nothing like this parents, but darker, and stronger.

For years they lived on the surface killing countless spirit creatures that attacked them. They lived a nomadic life constantly on the move looking for food. Damon tried with his parents every day getting better, and learning how to control, his powers as well as soon passing them up in strenght. By the time he had reached eighteen his powers had nearly come completely under his control, but there was one thing he could not cap. His hatred, for what the spirit beings had forced the humans into. This hate seemed to feed his powers, makeing them stronger, but also at time driveing him to be cold, and heartless. At the age of twenty he saw fit that i was time for him to leave his parents, and find his own path. His parents at the time fought it bitterly, but he know they where growing old, and if he left they could return to the city and be safe. He stayed with them only long enough to see them to the entrances into the underground caverns that leaned to the city before he turned away heading out over the wasteland.

Roleplay Sample:The sky burned with brilliant colors of orange, purple, and pink with the sunset. Sitting alone atop one of the dunes that covered the landscape he watched one of the last beauties left in the world he was born in. Seeing this mad him wonder about times past. Seeing this he was sure would have ment nothing to the people back then, but now it was one of the few things left to gaze at. The cold air that radiated around him with the comeing of night sent slight chills down his body. A slight sigh escaped his lips as he stood upp dusting his pants off. His cold hands dived into his pockets before he glanced at the sun set before turning his back to it and wondering the wasteland once again. It had been years since he finally decided to isolate himself, and yet it seemed he was still no where closer to finding his purpose then he was before. Still most humans with powers of the spirit looked at him as if there where a abomination. He could not understand why. Could they fell something inside him that he did not know about? Still even then why would they hate him so much he had never done anything to another human, in fact he spent all his time looking for others in need of help. They had no reason to hate him, and this only infuriated him inside that no matter what he did he was till in the wroung.

-His arms rested at his side, and his head hung low as these thoughts took over his mind. He was so entangled by these thoughts then he shut himself off to the world. He walked in complete silence, but he soon found himself snapped back into the world as it seemed a object flew at him at great speed, and powers slaming across his face, and sending him whirling though the air, before crashing to the hard ground below. The attack was weak barely hurting him, but still as he sat up he shook his head, and rubbing his temple before looking up quite annoyed that he was hit when he was not looking. His mind returning to the real world as his though was now broken he once again stood up shakeing his body and dusting his pants off. He looked to his left and right to see if he could find his attack but he soon slightly smiled as he turned around almost to sudden for a person to relize it, and held out his hand.

Seeming to fade from nothing Damon caught a blade that was swung down at him, and set his eyes onto the figure of his attacker. The attacks eyes widened as he felt his blade stopped by a person mear hand, and as he tried to pull his blade from Damons grasp he releashed the blade seeing it as the lost cause it was and jumped back to square up Damon. Looking at him do this Damons smile slightly widened as he saw what it was. A arrancar...a weak one that that he could tell as it still help its animalist figure with the posture of a human. A lion one it seemed its fur a dull white, and its main bushed up around its neck. It was a little taller then Damon was, but that was nothing as his spirit energy as he could fell was much weaker. Damon held the blade tightly not moveing it from the air as his eyes fixed on the arrancar seeming to taunt him. Slowly he brought the sword down, and spun it so that he grabbed hold of the handle.

He observed the blade itself. The sword of a Arrancar. He had to admit that it was a fine weapon. Sharp, and balanced, but in the hand of a weak user it was as useful as a stick. Looking to the low level Arrancar, and back to the blade he tossing it back to him. The Arrancar now snarling, at the fact that Damon was taughting him caught the blade, and immediatly seemed to vanish in to thin air. Damons neck sliwly tilted from side to side. The sound of the bones in his neck poping slowly radiated though the quite night air. He heard the sound of the booms a Arrancar made as it moved. Though he could not see him for now no worry came over Damons face. Only locking his fingers together, and slowly pulling them back as he cracked his fingers the Arrancar once again appeared behind him, trying a failed tactic.

The Arrancar roared as its blades sliced though the air. Damons posture remained the same stay still as the blade came closer to him with every passing secound. A look of victory graced the Arrancars face, as he truely belived that he had attacked to fast for Damon to reach. sliching downward he saw the battle as over, but just as the blade as about to touch Damons defenseless body it seemed to fase though him before sliceing though what was nothing more then a image left behind. The arrancars blade slammed into the ground cracking the earth under him. Dirt and rubble filled the air, and the once look of confidence that the Arrancar wore turned to confusion, and annoyace.

His head turned from side to side looking in every direction for Damon, but failed to stop him. Stabbing his sword into the ground he began to chuckle before he opened his mouth to speak, its voice more like a growl."Heh...What a coward the bitch R...." Was all that came from his mouth before pain over came his body, and blood began to leak from its lips. its body trembled, and its feet slowly rose off the ground. Looking down he saw what caused this. A hand stabbed though its chest directly above its whole. The Arrancar in its dieing gasp spoke its voice trembleing, and shakey" How......t..t...the...h..hell!. Blood flowed from the wound, as well as its mouth before its body went limb.

Behind him Damon stood his head lowed to the ground as his right arm lifted into the air holding the dead body of the Spirit Being up off the ground. Throwing his right hand to the side the swung the cadaver though the air sending it flying before it rolling on the ground and stoped. Damon spoke no words only shook his hand trying to get as much of it filth blood of its hands before a light "Tsh" escaped his lips. Placeing his other hand in his pocket he turned away from the dead Arrancar and walked into the darkness of the night though the words he spoke as he faded away seemed to radiate in the air

"Worthless beast...Have fun in Hell.."

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