THE ARRANCAR TEMPLATE
Enter The Arrancar
I. Basic Information» Name:
The White Phantom» Age:
None» Appearance Written:
A 5'6 male with beautiful tan skin a goatee and nice thighs. The lack of presence in his muscles gives off the strange illusion that he’s doesn’t use them that much. Endurance was the first thing that comes to his mind when it comes to his body. His body, though lithe, he has been constantly put under stress every day from his acrobatic and stealth-like movement. It is a rarity that you would see him standing fully upright.
He’s like a Jaguar, always slinking atop on the trees, preying on his targets. His body is always leaning or covering behind against something, be it a tree or a thick sheet of metal.
Beneath the cold, white mask was the face that he had locked away from the world. The wicked brown face that compliments his eyes; it’s ever a wonder why he chose to hide himself from the world.
The scars from his inner hell still linger from his upper body. He has a disfigured rope burn scar around his neck along with a third degree burn that starts from his chin and reaches down to part of his upper chest, spreading outward unevenly on his torso. » Appearance Image:
II. Personality» Personality:
Alfonso is a complex being, on the one hand he's an apathetic demon that displays little to no emotion, impossible to read or gauge and yet on the other completely unpredictable and marches to his own tune. A wall of apathy, he is almost impossible to read emotionally, the mask on his face a wall between him and the outside world, a wall that very few dare to break and even fewer manage to break through. The few he considers close have about as hard a time understanding him as foes he fights, but that is in essence who he is; more of a wild card than a lone wolf he dictates the path he chooses and kills those that otherwise say or act differently.
Quiet and calm by nature this actually serves to hide a much colder,calculating side to him that only strangers, mortal foes and enemies alike see, it is in battle that Alfonso's true nature is revealed, with an amoral if not completely sadistic outlook to fighting Him pulls no punches and will do whatever it is within his power to defeat an opponent and as such he uses this side of him to surprise unobservant enemies.
Things such as honor and integrity hold no value to him as he tends to see fighting as a dog eat dog situation and that only the strongest survive. This can sometimes lead to him being underhanded or unpredictable simply because that is how nature works in culling the weak and keeping the strong, making him often misunderstood by those who do not understand his roots.
Despite all this Alfonso does sometimes show the very traits he supposedly discards to those close to him, specifically a fierce and unwavering loyalty and a determined drive unlike any to those he cares about, whilst not emotionally as available as most he isn't as distant either and strives to maintain a distinct separation between the normal him and the fighting him, never letting the two merge into one. On rare occasions he is even capable of kindness, sometimes even pity and remorse, but such acts are yet to be seen or noted by others.
Although a lone wolf, there is a possibility that can work with people, but he demands competence and without any small talk. Any distrust or a whiff of impending backstabbing at the end of the mission, and he'll leave without saying a word or worse...kill them.
As far as relationships go it's basically impossible, granted he will feel some sort of feeling after being around them for long periods of time such as friendships. But a romantic relationship it is difficult, if not, improbable because he absolutely detests the thought of being touched.
III. History» History:
The young boy’s fondest memory was when his dear grandfather took him to hunt. He was ten years old and belonging to a long line of hunters. It was destiny for the young boy to follow in their footsteps. With a Baker rifle in tow, the boy was taught how to be aware of the surrounding, the peaceful forest with the song birds and the wind filling to the boy’s acoustic senses. He saw his target, a fully grown stag, it was alone and thirsty. The stag dipped his head to the gentle stream. The boy and the grandfather crept up closer, inching towards, they need to be closer. The kill must be clean.
Clean. It was a feat too much for young Alfonso. No matter how hard he kept his breathing regulated, how gentle his finger against the trigger or how he listened to every word that his grandfather said to him beforehand. It was not enough.
The bullet struck the Stag’s gut and with all its instinctive energy, it jolted into the distance. The boy blew it. Just as the stag picked up its pace, another gunshot from another Baker rifle homed into and drilled into the stag heart; finally removing the stag from the mortal coil. It was effortless, swift and brutal.
It was an unclean kill...
The boy looked up at his grandfather, firmly held the rifle and the steely single kneed stance that not even a devil himself would forcefully persuade him to move.
The boy was in awe. He was upset that he caused pain to the stag, but he spoke no word and his grandfather didn’t look at him. Both had their eyes at the felled stag and expected the boy to follow his practice. No wasteful movement, no sudden sound and most important of them all, never stay in one place for too long.
Skinned, stripped of its flesh. They made sure only bones that are left behind, except a small; pound of flesh was left untouched by his grandfather. He knew he was not alone, he heard tales of a surviving wolf that roams in these mountainous forests. With a two sharp tap on his young grandson, a sign to depart.
His grandfather loved him but he was a man of steel and lived through his harsh life. He followed Wellington to Flanders, Portugal and Spain. Waterloo was his the last time he fired a gun in intent to kill another human being. He lived, gained medals and sold them for a small reclusive home in the mountainous part of Scotland. Kenneth’s father followed his father’s footstep to become a soldier, but fate was unkind to him and was perished in Boer War. His wife shortly died after discovering that his husband had perished in the war, leaving her only child to her father-in-law.
Two years later, his grandfather died. It was pneumonia, he thought he could survive it, but his body couldn’t cope with it.
A week later, he ended up seeing the reclusive hut in Scotland for the last time, but the mountains had provided the child a gift in a form of a wolf, slinking through the forest from afar, but visible enough for the departed and disheartened boy to witness the majestic grey wolf from afar.
He loved wolves, and all dogs - all breeds that are healthy and capable to co-exist with man. He let out a soft smile. He wanted to cry then, but he made a promise with his grandfather…
“Reserve yourself; don’t let your emotions drive you.”
A promise that he kept till his parted breath.
Two Years Later
What happens when an incompetent killer collided against an incompetent driver? It would no longer be incompetence, just an accident. Assassins struck down an important figure from Austria, an heir. Alliance upon alliance, treaty upon treaty, rivalry upon rivalry, family upon family, the ingredient for a firestorm of aggression was prepared decades ago, and all it need was someone to fan the wind of wrath. And the curtains slowly began to fall on the tragic young hunter.
The joke in all this was that the own country’s nobles couldn’t care less about the prince’s murder.
“How old are you, Alfonso?,”
An officer of the British Army spoke in plain King’s English against Hunter’s seemingly uneducated English, coated in a thick Scottish accent.
“Aye, I’m Sixteen, sir,” the boy lied. Although he was gifted with a swift growth spurt - balls dropped and the boy grew faster than Jack’s beanstalk. The officer shook his head. He knew. It was the boy’s loud, yet softly spoken – almost childish - the diamond in the rough’s voice that betrayed his physical appearance.
Alfonso lived in Hull with his distant family. They cared little for him – always out causing a bit of ruckus with a rogue grin and a sharp wit for survival. The First World War broke out between Triple Entente and Triple Alliance and he was the first in the line to be enlisted into the army in Hull… and the first to be rejected. He was too young to fight. However, it never let that bother him. He scarpered out to the city and spends the rest of the day doing what would any young fourteen year old would do in a 1914 England. When the sun goes down, he would retreat to his ‘home’ to sleep.
The next day, with his rogue grin, he tried again. This time he almost got it, but just as he laid his hand on a pen and pledged to the King. The officer from yesterday spotted him and demanded him to be escorted out of the building. Despite all this, he doesn’t feel frustrated from this – he kept it all in, like stuffing chopped dry wood under the empty cauldron. Instead he went on his merry day, even when there are lines upon lines of older gentlemen who were ready to explore the finest of Europe.
They were clueless of what they’re getting into.
The distant family of Alfonso were unsure of what he was trying to do. They tried to understand him, but his wild, thick accent masked his intentions so they believed that they had the right mind to ignore him.
“Oh, he’s dim, pay no mind.”
“His old family deprives him of education, the poor feral relative of mine”
He holds little hate for his family; in fact Alfonso felt that he intruded into their life. He didn’t know he had a distant relative. All he wanted to do was to get far away from them, so they can carry on as they would before he was dumped on their doorstep. He doesn’t care about their wording, he just lumped all the resentment inside him. When the sun goes down, he returned home and straight to bed. Tomorrow is going to be even busier than today, he thought.
He managed to get in. It wasn’t him pleading, it was pity. The officer who saw him twice gave him a look before finally accepting his lies. He knew he was under-aged, but if he wanted to do it, there’s little point of him denying him progress. After all, he believed that the war will be over in Christmas.
Christmas… what’s so special about Christmas of 1914 that the war would just suddenly end in an abrupt and with an inconclusive victor?
Training was brief and rushed. He stood out, thanks to his past life as a hunter back in the remote part of north Scotland. He was given a proper uniform and a rifle. The uniform was a wrong size, but if he was given a working rifle, he didn’t care if he was wearing a Santa outfit.
The war would end by Christmas, hell, if that’s the case, he won’t be able to fire his rifle.
The war to end all wars; it began with a sharp offensive, followed by constant flanking after flanking. Both Entente and Alliance were hell bent on pushing onward, gaining more than just green grasses. When flanking was no longer an option, the green grass were uprooted and turned as both ends began to dig wide and extensive trenches, spanning from France to the Alps.
Alfonso gained friends, comrades that he grown fond of, friends that he wanted to protect. Some were ready but so many of them were caught off guard, shook even. He never saw them firing their rifles with clarity.
There was one who he cared so much, Albert.
Alfonso met Albert during their rushed training. Although Albert was in his twenties, dark hair and slim body, just barely getting meat in his body - they both got off like house on fire. Albert treated Alfonso as an adult and Alfonso treated Albert like a wanted person. He was the first that he told Albert how he really feels about his life, the young life, the broken home and how he believed that his grandfather had passed away too early. They talked just about everything, everything except the war.
When the artillery shelling began – and what a noise it made. The earth rends the skies scatters. The shrapnel splintered outwards indiscriminately as dirt rose in an awful display of power. Albert was caught in one of them, he survived without a scratch. He managed to tuck in an area while the barrage shrapnel whizz past him, like an army of farmers tossing sickle with a banshee scream. Kenneth found him shortly after the barrage; a single tap on Albert shoulder changed everything. He rejected the friendly tap by giving him the gaze that pierced straight through Kenneth’s youthful soft blue eyes.
It made him feel unease. Where did you go, Albert? He hummed the words to himself, wondering where his usual bantering self, go…
“Al, ye ‘light?” He spoked clear as he could possibly can, the ringing in his ears, caused by the Artillery barrage courtesy of Triple Alliance still lingers, but the instantaneous change, like a Great White snatched him by the leg and dragged him underwater.
Ever since that day, Kenneth stood by Albert, he tried to look after him the best he could, he even kept him warm one cold winter evening with his own body. One minute he would be thankful and apologetic, and then the next – an outburst or fear entrapped his heart like a pulled garrotte around his neck. One night, Alfonso was keeping him warm, but it was not enough, was a moment of weakness for Alfonso for he fell asleep. Albert skulked off into the darkness, attempting to escape from the cruel and barren hell that is the trench warfare. The earth was wet and muddy, the air, thick with cordite and death.
He can’t blame him, but he wrong to leave, sound mind or no.
The next day, Alfonso was filled with worry and grief, he was ordered to do a special duty, a duty that every soldier dreads. In every war, there are soldiers who simply had enough of the turmoil and attempted to escape. Many were caught, and their punishment was not a white feather, but a bullet to the heart. Kenneth role was to be one of the riflemen to deliver the death punishment to the coward. His heart began to pump with intensity that could rival the continuous barrage of the big guns. The rifles were already loaded and checked. He had heard rumours that only one rifle were actually loaded while the rest were blank. Just before he could try and find out if he either had a blank or a loaded rifle, the guilty was brought in front of the line of executioners.
His heart sank like the RMS Lusitania, he found Albert, and Albert was standing in front of him.
“Stand ready,” cried the officer in charge of this execution. Kenneth wanted to object, He did no wrong! He’s not at all right in his head! He wanted to shout, but no words, clear or muddied by his accent were uttered.
He obeyed; the rifle was rooted firmly against the side of his upper torso, snugged between his right collarbone and his shoulder. The rifle was pointed precisely at Albert heart. He wanted to hesitate, but his sight was drilled directly at the coward – his close friend.
“Fire”, the officer heckled with a forceful throaty roar. His forceful and effortful cry was drowned a ripple of gunshot.
All but one didn’t recoil.
The firing from the rifle hits him more than ever, the overwhelming kick jerked his body back, almost threatening to rip his arm off but he managed to keep it together. He knew that the aim was perfect, squarely in the chest – a kill shot, just like what his grandfather taught him. He gazed at the limped body of his former friend with such apathy. At first he wanted to blame Albert for putting him in this position. How dare him, for being the first person that he killed, but it all changed when he fired it – a bullet. The force of the rifle recoil confirmed his worst fears. His thought and hopes were washed away along with a puddle of blood. He thought back to when he was in Scotland with his grandfather. Shooting game was what he was good at. He enjoyed it, the wilderness, the eerie silence followed by an occasional bird call. The stalking, the tracking, he felt he was one with nature.
To him, he thought he was doing what he was told, regardless of the fact that he was his close friend that he so desperately wanted to protect. Instead, he just saw Albert as a wounded game that needed the mercy death.
An unclean kill…
They were both gone.
Hollow Life (Then becoming an arrancar):
A patter of footsteps as the wolf animalistic canine slinks into the unfamiliar world filled with uncertainty, a world of twilight. After a few days, the wolf of many mouths with teeth can safely conclude that daytime will never come. It took him a week to escape from the dreaded hellhole of a forest full of towering, lumbering beasts. There was a time when he thought he would be crushed under the gigantesque Gillian, but they parted as he approached towards them, cutting a path for him. Respect or superiority, it doesn’t matter, he just wanted to depart from the wretched forest.
The new born Adjuchas spoke no sound, no nothing. Already the hollow deviates from the original meaning of the name, Accordion Hazard. Whatever he wishes, must be felt. No, why deliver pain to those who hold abundance of emotions - something that is simply a mystery to him. Like a wolf, the Adjuchas began to roam, deciding to explore the realms. The new world, Hueco Mundo is almost like what he lived through when he was imprisoned inside the hell, but unlike his hell, the world was calm, serene, empty.
He kept moving, never stopping for anything but food. As he explored further, loneliness began to creep into the blackened soul. Tell a lie, he lived up to his name faithfully - . You see, whenever he was alone, he hums, it never was a solid repetitive melody, and it was a single, free flowing, endless. If anyone stumbled upon his humming, they will become his food, they were lured to his humming, not because of his power, but he was being too noisy.
One day, after a decade of roaming around alone. He found someone in a shape of a human-like being. Pacing back and forth, teasing with the idea of approaching her, but he kept his distance away from the unknown woman. At first sight, she wears all white, something unknown to him as all white attire often mean a bride.
He called her bride.
Accordion he was careful in his stealth, making sure that he was never far, but never near. Noticing all of her quirks and her personality; she was stern, a bully and with a hint of narcissism in tow. She has no redeemable features other than her beauty, but what is it that he wanted to linger. Was it because she was a humanoid? No, it was more. . .
His brief observation from afar became an obsession. He followed her from Hueco Mundo to Las Noches. He was so driven that he would even follow the damn irrelevant Arrancar to hell if it needs must. It’s eating him because he had no idea why he wanted to watch her, why he felt compelled to have social interaction. He was never far from the seemingly important Arrancar, whenever she’s inside the Las Noches castle, he took the opportunity to feast upon weaklings, but even trying to hunt them down with his claw was unsettling. Foods escaped from his grasp as he failed over and over again.
Unacceptable, the Adjuchas hissed, cursing his ignorance. What is it that has changed that he is not aware of? Pacing back and forth, wondering why he was slacking, why his predatory nature was compromised with this unknown feeling. Accordion Hazard began to dash towards in the direction of the Bride’s home, but jolted in grave hesitation.
The hesitation carried on day after day, week after week, month after month. The Adjuchas managed to get closer towards her, but corrected it with a hasty retreat.
It was three years after he had managed to gather up enough confidence to approach the broken masked woman that he knows so much about.
Three years too late.
Little that he knows was that she was caught in a hostile situation where life and death was a minute apart. The Hollow hound with a lustrous yellow mane approached the downed Bride with a forlorn look on his face. The uncertainty began to claw him back, like a master whose dog is pulled back harshly by the lead, but he still powered on. The mask looms over the bride who was edging on the realm of death.
But she still had enough strength for one last action.
Cr~ack! Her elongated fingers slipped round the edge of the Hazard’s mask like it was an ice cream lid, pressing and twisting. Her fingers clawed in tight. Cracks began to appear around the side of his mask where she’s holding. Eyes lit up, gazing back at her with pained bitterness. Her Rosen lips moved, uttering words of attempted demise.
Even before her last breath had taken, she shows unparalleled remorse. Her hand managed to split the mask horizontally into two,
He wished that he listened to his feeling. His partially exposed face, he felt the air whisked across his fresh, pale skin…and it frightened him. He felt the body twist and turn, coil and boil, progressing into a new world and it scares him. He began to whimper. The clear moon suddenly became painful to see. He tried to cover his human like face with his paw, but it was too much.
…he wanted to die. Memories come flooding back to him in a bitter respite; the time when he was tortured by the previous owner, fighting a losing battle against a hollow and killing Albert. He doesn’t want to remember it. He doesn’t want to be close to people. He knows that if he did, it’d only bring pain and fraught.
He began to curl up, tucking his ripped off mask against his form so he’s in a near perfect ball. This is not what he wanted. He just wanted to watch from afar. He likes watching how people go on their day, but he doesn’t trust them.
Only a fool trusts the people who go on their day. He comes to discover himself to be a humanoid, naked and exposed, but the uneasiness, the dizziness, all the discomfort drowning him in spades. He clawed the clothes off the recently departed Bride and began to drape it over his body. He was afraid…
But he’s still determined to continue.
IV. Equipment» Equipment:
V. Racial Techniques/Abilities/Skills» Racial Abilities:
(響転 (ソニード), Sonīdo; Spanish for "Sound", Japanese for "Sound Ceremony") is a high-speed movement technique. While somewhat similar to Hohō in regards to function and speed, Sonído appears to be more instinctual, seemingly requiring no previous knowledge to perform. It produces a different sound; rather than the swishing or sometimes silent Shunpo of the Shinigami, Sonído makes a booming or static noise. Though the technique is exhibited by most Arrancar, the proficiency with which it can be performed is limited only by the individual.
Shroud of Substitution
Whenever is in a jam or needs a means too escape, Alfonso can fashion a clone or substitute to take damage for him, the substitute appears instantly and is immediately dispatched by incoming technique whatever it may be, this can also extend to illusions and poisons where the effects of such are transferred onto the clone, when it fades the substitute carries said damage/effects with it. This technique is used when defensively or when there are very few options.
The range of the substitute is appeoximately 50 meters amd has a 3 post cooldown.
This Cero is the counterpart of Cero of Anguish, this is a blinding white Cero which has the same amount of power as the Cero, although this blinds first the opponent and takes all the light from the immediate surroundings. It can only be used in his ressuricion and takes twice as long to charge due to the amount of energy it requires. So basically 3 posts until it's complete
Cero of Anguish:
Taking the traditional appearance of a tribalesque beam with a dark, if not black outline or border; this cero is extremely malleable, allowing him to mold it into any shape of his choosing; be it arcs to beams to lasers and so on, and versatile in that the user can also fire it from their sword or any of their limbs in any manner of their choosing. Upon impact the energy permeates the victims being from the point of contact, combining both binding and offense to create a spectacular blast; the largest level of impact a technique has when it lands, each particle of energy used pushes against a solid point of contact with the force of a kido of equal tier (dealing damage equivalent to tier), this fine degree of control means that whatever form this cero takes will still be problematic to handle, whether as a laser or as a powerful beam.
When Alfonso is attacked associated with a specific element his hierro adapts as it recovers from the damage, making him more resilient towards that specific element attacks. For example if he gets hit by a electrical attack after the initial attack his body will become more resilient keep in mind the attack will still damage him but it'll resist some damage. This resistance can only happen one thread at a time and does not carry over to others...
A technique that allows Alfonso to cast a seeming "radar" for a one mile radius, allowing them to sense any and all beings that have reiatsu in the area, and tell how strong that reiatsu is, and even locate an enemy in battle.
Enemies who have a strong capablity of hiding their reitasu/spiritual pressure can negate this effect.
Duration: 1 Post
Cooldown: 5 posts
VI. Sealed Powers » Zanpakutô Name:
Messaggero di morte» Zanpakutô Appearance: » Unique Power:
Alfonso overall ability is referred to as "black world." The word that would however be used to describe this is "Fear The Blackness." This is what he calls his power. "Fear The Blackness." The basis behind Fear The Blackness is just that. Fear. That is what Alfonso's goal when using his Ressureccion is. His released state is meant to make enemies feel a lonely isolation and inextinguishable anguish similar or identical to what is felt by many in their own bitter situations. He wants them to be afraid of him. To hurt. To scream in terror and in agony at once. The pain that they most languish in will break them, and that is the ultimate and final goal of black world.
Alfonso turns day to night by splitting the skies open and blanketing the horizon in shadows. This allows him full use of any and all techniques that could otherwise not be used during daylight. This can only be used once per thread and when used lasts for three posts or gets complely negated if the enemy has a higher spirtual power than alfonso. This technique does not actually effect the rotation of the earth or position on the sun it simply coats the sky in blackness. Those with a higher tier than Alfonso can completely negate the ability.
Fog of Despair: (Niebla de la desesperación)
It commands the blackness that he releases from his body to thicken and create a fog. All around him and his opponent there is a wide field of fog. From all around, those inside will feel as if they are being pulled apart from every direction. That isn't what's happening. Their body isn't being pulled into the darkness. Their soul is being engulfed. Their courage, bravery, and goals are pulled out the longer that they stay. As time continues in the fog, they are left with only cowardice and terror.
However this technique has it's drawbacks, if he overuses this, then he loses control of his own blackness, and it devours his flesh and leaves him as a skeleton. Alfomso cannot overuse this technique. More than once or twice per release is most likely not permitted. He will find himself crawling towards his own deathbed if he uses it beyond his limit. Therefore, Alfonso can do nothing but use this technique a couple of times. This is also based on the Victims Willpower and Focus, It cannot work on Demons, Suiga, Arrancar, Hollows
It creates a large, thick black tendril from the user's body which holds Garganta-like properties. This tendril is approximately thirty feet long and half a foot wide. It is controlled like a limb. Used for defense, it can act as a Garganta does, so that techniques or the like entering it merely disappear into the Garganta void. (This only applies to projectile abilities of lower tier than the tendril itself) If it hits an enemy, however, it has a different effect.
Those hit will hear screams inside of their minds, and if they have a lower Focus/Willpower than Alfonso, souls which reside with them such as a Zanpakuto spirit, will be forcefully pulled out of their corporeal form with force equivalent to Alfonso's strength. (This does not mean the actual spirit is removed but gives off the illusion that it is.) Causing the victims mind to be filled with despair
The tug becomes harder and harder and more difficult to resist with time. If an enemy is two tiers below Adalo, the effect is immediate, but if they are merely one tier below him, then for every they possess three post before they are pulled in. If the enemy has strength that's superior to Alfonso's, this technique is ineffective.
This is performed by touching the part of the body out of which one wishes to cast this technique.
This theme goes with Alfonso due to the fact that it relates to fear and desperation, having the very core essence that has helped you strive for greatness and have that be taken away leaves the person vulnerable and afraid to continue on.
Drawbacks: If the technique misses it takes two post before his arm can return too normal. The tendrils can still be used for defensive purposes but it's vulnerable to contact attacks and abilities such as punches, kicks or even slashes from a sword. Depending on what part Alfonso wants to make into a tendril it can take 1-2 post depending on how injured he is.
This technique also requires Alfonso too be within melee range in order to pull the spirit out. This doesn't work on hollows, arrancars, demons ,Vizards.
VII. Resurrección» Resereccion Name:
El Mensajero de la Muerte» Resereccion Release Phrase:
"Drown their souls in darkness"» Release Actions:
Alfonso basically covers his entire body in shadows enveloping him causing his body too become more skeletal and ghost-like giving him the appearance of a lost spirit or phantom. » Resereccion Appearance: » Resereccion Abilities:
Hour of Hades
During night or affected by Erebos, Alfonso's initial strength and speed are doubled. During day, he drops a tier in regards to his rank and gains no speed or strength increase.
Chains of Lucifer:
Chains appear wrapped around Alfonso's forearm, extending over the palm of his hand. He can shoot these chains out at up to three opponents manipulating them as he sees fit. If struck by the chains, the opponent is immediately wrapped by the chain and bound and their strength is sapped, reducing it down to by only one tier. When his opponents are bound, he may retract the chains to pull his enemies close to him or swing and throw them around as he he sees fit. If a chain is broken, Alfonso may pick it up and use it as a ranged weapon.
Note: If the enemy has enough Willpower and Strength they can easily break free from the chains.
The user's aura in resurreccion alters, taking on a hollowfied nature that manifests as dark energy with a soft, holy blue tint/glow. Being the embodiment of a hollow the user's reiatsu seeks out energy, not discriminating between beings, techniques or even armors so long as they are constructed out energy (reishi/reiatsu/reiryoku etc). Anything of spiritual make up is a target for this technique; larger, more powerful beings and techniques having priority over the weaker ones.
As the user's aura feeds on them simply to maintain itself. Targeted persons under this techniques area of influence will receive small damage per post as the user's aura also feeds off their energy unless amplified to a stronger level, in which case the damage will be equivalent to tier.
This technique's main forte is techniques that are stronger or more potent than itself. As it feeds on these techniques (at half bala speeds) the aura grows progressively stronger slowing down to cero speeds once it reaches Advanced potency or higher, using said technique's own energy as fuel in order to consume it. Once consumed the user's aura then remains at said tier for a post before reverting back to its normal state (If a advanced level technique is consumed the users's aura remains at said level for 1 post before turning back to normal) anything within its influence during this will receive damage equivalent to tier as well.
Drawback:This technique does have drawbacks. The user must constantly maintain their aura as it cannot be solely fueled by their opponent's energy or it will turn on them.
This process is far more taxing on the user than it is on the victim given they have to constantly maintain control over their aura in order to prevent it from turning on themselves.
Most importantly however, if there are no spiritual sources of energy within this techniques area of influence at the time of activation it will turn on the user dealing Immense damage to them per post until another source of energy is found.
In addition to their aura being hollowfied, the user's body also alters, each cell becomes spiritually carnivorous. So much so that the user's entire body becomes a tool that maximizes on predatory intent, reacting to any spiritual being or technique that gets too close. Whenever on the receiving end of a physical or weapon based attack, whatever part of the user's body the victim is closest to liquefies, becoming like quicksand or tar, trapping said weapon or limb used to execute the attack. The victim(s) is then pulled into the user's body at cero speed with a force equivalent to a kido of equal tier.
As they are pulled in, the victim(s) is essentially crushed in a manner similar to being chewed or bitten by the user's body, with the force equal a kido of equivalent tier. Said victim(s) is then assimilated into or consumed by the user's body as though the user themselves were eating them. In addition to this the user's hierro functions as teeth to aid this process, dealing additional damage to the victim based on the user's durability. The victim may free themselves with a strength of equal or equivalent tier.
The user's dark, hollowfied aura manifests itself as a black, fiery, dragon, that hones on on its intended target (at cero speeds) consuming anything in its path(at cero speeds), dealing damage equivalent to the users cero/strength tier. Like the user's aura this technique focuses on stronger more potent techniques, using their own energy to consume them, in doing so the technique then becomes as potent as the last technique it consumed. This technique for it to work as it cannot be solely be fueled by another's energy.
This technique is fired from the user's hands as it takes the shape of their bullets, the size and speed of the bullet depending on the tier with techniques about as large a bala and moving at half bala speeds whereas techniques being as large as a cero oscuras and move at cero speeds. These bullets grow in size whilst consuming other techniques.
Signature Technique: The Black World
Black world causes his skin to turn completely white, and his features to vanish. However, while he is white, Alfonso controls the color black. Yet only that which he creates. In a raw form, he can create blackness as spots on surfaces which he chooses, so long as he maintains physical contact with that spot until the blackness has been created. He can use any part of his body to create spots. Once it has been created, Alfonso's ability can take place. The black areas he can create on any one place can vary in size from a small dot to the size of a small room.
There are two effects to this blackness. The first is an advantage to Alfonso. His main ability is not only "darkness" and "black world," but is summed up in "ghost" or "lack of existence." When alfonso is in physical contact with one of the black spots, his body turns transparent. He can still be seen, but people can see through him. This is not the only power. As long as alfonso keeps contact with a black spot, he cannot attack or be attacked. All attacks go straight through Adalo as if he is a ghost or a hologram, while all of his touches and attacks go through everything else, both without effect.
When the opponent steps on a black spot, all of their senses immediately shut down until they leave that black spot. Touch, sight, hearing, and energy sensory are all lost as long as contact with the black spot is maintained. The only consolation is that touch returns after six seconds, but the other spots do not. That is the power that Alfonso uses. He cannot create these spots on air, but he can create them on walls, on the ground, or on less flat surfaces.
To help him in combat, alfonso can, create black swords made of reiatsu in his hands or along any of his tendrils to be wielded. The only limitation is how many he can produce at one time. It can leave black spots and act as any metal blade would. Physical contact with the blade causes the same effect against enemies as touching a black spot.
There is more than this as well. There is Alfonso's own desire to submerge his opponents in blackness and make them fear. For the rest of the ability, Adalo has techniques. There are techniques which encompass more than destroying their senses. Alfonso can drag opponents into the very darkest pits of despair and fear and agony all at once.
VIII. Skill Sheet
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- Willpower: Master
- Mental Deduction: Adept
- Pain Endurance: Advanced
- Focus: Advanced
- Durability: Advanced
- General Speed: Adept
- Strength: Beginner
- Weapon Skill: Adept
- Garganta: Beginner
- Sonido: Adept
- Cero/Bala: Adept
- Regen: Advanced
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