Connor smiled wide in the dense foggy morning, Norway, his old killing grounds were always a nice place to come visit and the memories were always evident. Iceland would have to be his next visit, heritage was key in his mind and the mind of most others like him. He smirked as he saw the sun begin to rise beyond the horizon, he never was one to truly understand many forms of beauty but this was a treat and he knew it to be as such. He sat down and stared at the ever rising sun as it peeked past the horizon, he knew of such beauty in human form when he was in his human life to, this however would not matter. His love was gone and to be honest? This was alright to him in plenty of ways, so he did not let it bother him.
Connor allowed his mind a reprieve as the sun finally finished it's rise, it was about 8 AM on that foggy winter morning and the clouds were filled with vigor, a good rain would come tomorrow, but that was alright, he did not plan on staying to long, just enough to visit what used to be his. It was almost depressing to come back here now however for Connor, so much radiance he had not let himself enjoy, hell, he had a hard time allowing himself this honor now, it was truly a land in which he wished he had better tried to protect rather than destroy, not that his pride would allow that to leave his lips and form any sort of sound. This was all of course just mental thinking, as ironic as it may seem, he actually planned on burning villages down and pillaging them like the good old days but something, call it a conscious or whatever you want, kept him from it, this thing of course was the need to remain separate from his past. He sighed as he looked at the sky and rose to his feet, thinking time was over. It was time to get away from the boredom and do something with the unfortunate tragedy that was life given to him.
He rose to his feet and with a loud thud his steps would meet the ground, on his first step he had released Reitsu hoping to attract something to him, possibly something of interest or at least something worthy of investing his interest and time into killing. He sighed as he waited for something to happen, patience was never his forte nor did he figure it ever would be but he did understand that with patience came reward and he figured at some point his boredom would end. Thoughts he did not bare to understand lingered in his head from the old days, he recognized this field, he had slaughtered many on it century's ago, it seemed like only yesterday, he and his father.... The thought was torn from his head and he smiled lightly at the arrival of a low level Shinigami. He smirked and with a sudden grasp of his sword and removal from his sheathe, the Shinigami was done for. He quickly stabbed him in the chest and observed his handy work. He had been accurate with his aim, straight through the heart, Connor smiled at the Shinigami as he tossed it in the air with his blade and blew it away with the Cero charged in his hand. What remained of the Shinigami was nothing more than ash.
Connor was a brute of a man, he stand a solid six foot nine inches tall and weighed every bit two hundred-fifty pounds, this was mostly muscle and he did not come across as someone you screwed with just for a rise, he would not allow you to anyway. Connor's attire did not make him look any smaller either, his full body armor was coal black and his medium white skin showed rather easily through it, on the left shoulder protector was a green sign resembling wind, on his right shoulder protector, a red sign resembling fire was evident. He placed his sword back into his sheathe while grinning from ear to ear, murder was just to much fun! The sheathe was a coal black that matched the armor in color, and the sword was of the Claymore variety, At least 5 feet long weighing near 10 pounds. It glimmered in the sun when it was not of course, stained with his enemies blood. His hair was coal black and spiked up slightly and in a rather nonchalant manner, his eyes were a scorching red at the moment and were evil without a shadow of a doubt. He tapped his foot impatiently, "Where is thy competition, is all that lie here pathetic weaklings?"
Devon Born 2-1 Arrancar