Mon Oct 21, 2019 9:36 pm
Alias: Quickblade Anemos,Ane, Old Man Anemos , Sword Saint Anemos
Weight: 200 lbs
Physical Description: Anemos is an elderly gentlemen who always wears his glasses. These are specially designed and more high tech then one would imagine. Allowing for the elderly Shinigami to closely examine things that his eyes don't always see. His eyes are black lacking any real defining traits about them. A scar rests comfortably over his right eye. As one would expect his skin has wrinkles and shows signs of his age. Long white hair and a white beard adjourn his features. Marking him as one of the more elderly gentlemen of the Soul Society. Once getting away from his features underneath. He is built and muscled heavily for an elderly man. Abs and muscles trained from years of combat and hard work. He shows the wear of a man who's lived a long life. Scars and even darker skin from injuries prior.
Broad shoulders yet remain as do a lot of definitions from his muscles. Many journeys in his youth out into the wilderness seeking something lost. It can be properly ascertained that he's lived a long life. As few had dealings with him outside of them. He remained stationary and away from the old man and his fire. Deciding that his body better trained abroad. Thus his body shows action from places where murdering was essentially living. You killed to survive in those days and his body bears many marks from it. Sword cuts and scars with hands able to light a match. He has a tough physique because that was the world he grew old in. A tougher looking body despite how old he is and somewhat keen eyes. When dressing he oftentimes is in a plain t-shirt of any color. Some shorts and sandals that he enjoys wearing around. While having a silver cloak resting comfortably on both of his shoulders. This with his glasses and bottle of booze he carries around. Are the typical things Anemos has on hand.
Old Man Wisdom: Anemos has something that most people can't get easily. He's got the wisdom elderly people come into. He's seen so many things over his long life span. Developed most skills and practices then people could imagine. He remembers when the Soul Society was a lawless zone with nothing but murderers. A place where fights were held frequently among the strongest. When the bloodthirsty Yachiru emerged around those parts. He saw many things go down and obtain his fair share of injuries. But he also learned many things through defeats at hands of multiple people. Humility and understanding he wasn't strong. Anemos never considered himself the strongest of anything. He had a simple goal in the older years. Find his sister who'd gone missing at that time. Devotion to one's family and everything came naturally to him. He has seen and fought a large number of battles and duels.
He doesn't claim to know everything even when asked. Anemos maintains smarter people are out there. But he's got some answers for certain things. Otherwise, he may not be the being you wish to speak too. When speaking plainly about the number who've sought his advice. It's gotten to be a rather large number especially later in life. He's advised on disputes and even on life with others. Telling some people what he's seen. His life was a long one so most honor his word as true. Anemos didn't brag or pretend to be an expert on anything. He does the best he can to help. That's all he can do in the situations he comes upon. If he has to fight he will do so. But oftentimes Anemos isn't quick to anger or even combat. With his age has come a certain level of reluctance. He doesn't wish to jump into battles mindlessly anymore. He'd rather just enjoy his life as it is. Stay away from troublesome problems. But in lies the complication of a long life. When you are one of the last elderly Shinigami around.
With his age and wisdom has come time to think. Time to consider and look at himself. Living life before the formation of the Gotei organization itself. He's seen things that would shock and amaze. He was there when so many things began and happened. His involvement is under questions at best as he seems to have been always out. His search for his family kept him from joining any organization. A family must deal with a family in the end. Anemos didn't have a reputation like the others. He wasn't as renown or special like them. He didn't shock and awe with a reputation as that Gotei did. Those people were the most brutal and feared in the lands. Avoiding them was the best option for survival. So he avoided the Gotei and their kind. Staying as far away as possible from them going further out. Staying far away from the justice they represented at this time. He decided to go beyond the Zaraki District as it's known now. To search for one who betrayed their sacred oath.
The village of which Anemos calls home was known for a rather odd practice. Ten were chosen and granted the title of Sword Saint. Within the village, this was a tremendous honor. But wasn't a widely regarded title or easily earned. Duels are fought and countless die in the progress of getting it. In his class, four hundred people tried out. The title once held meaning in the Ruknogai, but due to the actions of one. A survivor of the 10 known by the name Remilla Scarlet, she ended the entire practice in one night. Wisdom comes from experience and he's seen both times as a Saint and not. She poisoned eight of their fellow saint's food killing young children and many others. Because she feared a confrontation with them. She held on to her delusions that he'd never find out who did it. Revenge is a drug that one can take for a thousand years. And still, they will keep going in the end. No words will sway or change the choice they've made.
An oath swore on the blood of a fallen village. A lost custom that would never be revived again. An ancient nickname before the Gotei these are things lost to the sands within the hourglass. One merely looks at history to realize how much he's seen. Older and one of the last remaining of the period before the Gotei. When the Sword Saints were still relevant and remembered. They do not exist in history nor books. They are but a forgotten concept of people devoted to that blade. The best advice an old man can give in the end. Is that you will be forgotten someday when the sands reach their conclusion. That is the fate of those who come before unlike the Gotei members. Their names are written in history as people of amazing talent and skills. The only thing he can truly hold as a title. Is the Soul Society's oldest failure. Someone who couldn't save his home or fellow family members from one. Who in blood lust and revenge became alone in this world. Someone who had nothing and became nobody.
Elderly Evolution: Growth and personal experience are things that take time. One's personality as a child isn't the one someone will have for the rest of their days. Anemos as a boy was impulsive and reckless. He charged forward without thinking about consequences. Always rushing into situations with his sword drawn. Never thinking twice about the effect his actions would have. These were things that a young man couldn't see. His elders and instructors constantly preached patience. But he never listened until his journey began. When he got older he grew up in essence. He learned that you can't rush things or jump in. Not everything is your business or requires involvement. Unless friends or family are present it doesn't matter. You need to be steady as a river and flow with the current. But in the end, somethings are a process that one cannot teach or simply gain in days. Father time is the world's most powerful teacher when it comes down to it.
Everything else is secondary when it comes to learning by age and experience. He saw the era's as they came and went and learned to change. When time began to change and evolve into newer forms. It was best realized that the age of murder would pass. Learning to live and love people. Finding some semblance of peace after his time of fighting. Fighting a war outside the Gotei's watch getting a family and growing old. These are things that you can do gracefully or poorly. While he'd like to think he'd done so gracefully. He admits choices within the past could be better handled. Not everything he did was honorable or worthy of the name. Sword Saint presented the top blade wielders of his Rukongai Village. He abandoned honor for a time. Killed just for the enjoyment of combat, fighting any who challenged him. Regardless of the gap in skills while searching for her. But he's learned a rather important thing. A lesson learned through the life he's lived. Revenge serves no purpose, it cuts both you and them.
For when he accomplished that goal he felt nothing. No glee, no joy or happiness for it. He was alone and would remain such for the rest of his life. His wife and children lost without a surname. He gave up everything to scratch an itch for revenge. He even now considers himself an old fool. Not worthy of the title he once carried. Anemos is a fossil who disobeyed and spilled too much blood. Now in the twilight years of his life. He has obtained the skills of a barkeeper. But also of a businessman. Using funds saved from his time abroad to fund himself. To be a simple man who pours drinks. He can at least use what wisdom he has here. Many ask why he doesn't wield a sword anymore. Anemos claims it was long ago he laid down his sword. Only using it to protect others on occasion. He could cut and cleeve flesh asunder that he knows. But in this time he allows regrets to weigh in his heart. But acknowledges it does no good for him to dream about it. Somethings are best left in the domain of the past.
Hobbies a Plenty: After ending his fifteen hundred year search for the traitor. And even during it, he picked up some hobbies to pass the time. Anemos reads and generally likes books. He's able to read in several different languages and speaks them fluently. German being a dialect he's rather skilled in even high German as well. Russian, German, French, and Latin are the languages he picked up. He likes learning new ones and is a rather skilled hand at them. Reading while one hobby wasn't something he did alone. He became a carpenter during his travel trips to make money. Carving wood was a relaxing past time for him. He considers it almost like going into another world of itself. Painting and other things like that also are fun. But he has no talent as an artist outside of wood carving. One must understand that he lived in the human world and soul society. While tracking down the woman he sought. He made many stupid choices in his younger years. Working construction since it put money in his pocket and paid bills.
He's had many jobs during that time but always kept himself busy. Bars and taverns needed a few extra hands. People who could handle the bottles and pour them. So it was a calling he was rather good at himself. He helped steer some lives in the right direction. But he also slept with many women likely fathering children. He didn't stop or think about his actions in those days. Merely lived in the moment. Let his choices determine nothing as he enjoyed the feeling of a woman's touch. Another job he picked up very quickly unnaturally so was swordsmithing. He could mend any blade he came across no matter it's problems. He was even gifted at mending zanpakutos. But he never presumed himself to be good or anything. If they asked him he would do it and that was it. Saving money so he could prepare things. He wanted to own a bar someday on an island. To be around fisherman the people he bonded most with.
Just setting up a happy dive for people to come into. Let them enjoy and bring friends to enjoy a drink. He had collected a large cache of beverages of the years. Stored them in places to wait for this dream of his to begin. He didn't have a very interesting story to tell. The Sea's were his favorite part of his journey really. One couldn't fathom the vastness of the open ocean easily. Spend a day sleeping on a boot as a human. Then you will have only began to walk a step in their shoes. They don't have the safeties that other people do. He believes in the old ways and thinks technology is both amazing and something of a hindrance. When men rely too heavily on the newest things. It can change the world in a negative light. But that is just an old man being stubborn as well. You've got to embrace things around you for what they are. If you ever hope to find peace have hobbies and set goals. Never in his life has Anemos desired to be anything important. He saw himself as merely supporting cast for the larger goal.
Celebrated Duelist: An aspect most likely lost in the transition of it all. When one looks back at the history books he was a profound duelist. Nothing like the originals though who outclassed him. He didn't have the formal education that others did. Most of his skills were homegrown and educated. He learned by doing not by school or being given things. Survival at this time was a lot harder then one could fathom. Anemos was exceptional in fighting and surviving. His duels number well above the thousands. As he had to earn a reputation of some sort. To be accepted as a Sword Saint in his village, one of the nine saints. But it didn't matter much in that regard.
Wed Oct 23, 2019 5:51 pm
Chapter 1 - Birthright Born as Alexandros son of Calliope and Hermes. At least that was the way his mother a merchant sold it. That the deity had come to her chambers one evening. Imparting to her a pregnancy with his heir and son as a hero. Alexandros was born during the Archonship of Gamelion 106/27 BCE. (February 27th, 106 BD) Born when the world's wintertime month was more common. The home he knew well was Piraeus with Athens itself. Though a young child he would be given to the military. His mother desiring for him to be a daring hero. One of the likes of Hercules and many other tales. She wished for her son to be one within the stars. At the ripe age of five, he was given to the military as a Demi-God. Constantly told his father was simply a deadbeat among other things. He did not contain the strength of Hercules or immense wit or skills. As a five-year-old being given to the turbulent military he could only do so much. Polishing armor and cleaning stalls were his routine moments.
Outside of that, he began training himself with the proper sword of the era. A spear was too long for his body to handle. They came in at an overwhelming eight feet in length. Far too long for a child to wield in any instance. But their mocking of his short stature and size did nothing. It only provided him more fires to that determination. Alexandros was stubborn and believed fully that a sword was the key. So he devoted himself to that single endeavor as a child. Sleeping with the sword he had trained with. Carrying it with him at all times in any grip. When he worked polishing arm he held it between his little fingers. His mother had heard what a failure he had been. Deciding it best to simply leave the boy with the military. The soldiers spoke bluntly about his chances of being a hero. He wasn't a son of the mighty Zeus. What odds did a messenger's son have at becoming a hero? That was the thinking of the time as he spent his childhood in their custody.
When the commander informed his mother disowned him and threw him away. He cried helplessly into the commander's arms. He'd been abandoned as a hopeless failure with no powers. His tears were of anger and great sorrow. He knew not what would become of him in this world. The commander adopted him as his own in this way. He would begin training as a soldier from this day on. Not to be a commander of men like his adopted father. But to be a common foot soldier like all others. At five years old he swore a vow on the stars. That he would make the man who plucked him from his sadness proud. He began training himself to frightening extents. At six years old he had muscles and abs that most adults dream of. His body had been molded from rigid training and dieting. He also had earned a reputation at being extremely fast. Some believed it was his gift from Hermes. The child could deliver messages that took grown men hours within an hour. And be back reporting on it before news arrived.
His reputation as a fierce swordsman continued to grow as well. Sparring with trained soldiers every single day of his childhood. Delivering messages and getting to practice. His childhood as a merchant's son had evolved. He'd no longer gotten to enjoy the port city of Piraeus. He didn't cast thought upon his mother again in his childhood. She was the woman who gave life but did little else. He didn't do anything but try to please his adopted father. In the end, one fact did hold truth for Alexandros. He wasn't a hero by any stretch of the imagination. He had a losing record that could make god's laugh. He'd fought often against the men in the barracks and gained many bruises and shiners. His wrestling and grappling skills were weak. He wasn't cut for it as he couldn't even wield a spear. The first attempt at such landed him in the dirt. The only grounds they gave the boy was the speed with the blade. He was drastically quicker then most normal men could dream.
He did once lament to his adopted father Patronikas, that had he been born the son of Hephaestus he'd of at least been useful. He could forge iron and bend metal to help them. But he was born the son of the deity who carried messages. But he had an athletic body frame and could do things few others could. After seven years it became known. That any race ran by him wasn't won by short margins. He simply didn't tire and could run for hours without any loss. The strange part of it came to that speed as well. They compared him akin to a lightning flash. There and gone in moments before one could do anything. And this did transition into his swordsmanship. Though at seven years old they didn't know what to expect. But finally, a chance merged for him to prove himself to his adopted father. The men were going missing and vanishing on the roads. Something was killing them without leaving a trace. Alexandros was sent to find out what it was. His speed was the key factor because they believed he could escape.
Paranoia was something he'd seen within the ranks. Many claiming that Hades had strode forth from the pits. But he didn't believe that for a moment at seven years old. Gods and Goddesses didn't care about the mortals or his father would have seen him once. They were simply deadbeats on Mount Olypimus who lived for themselves. Mortals could claim whatever they wanted in the end. This chip on his shoulder had begun to form as he grew. Beginning his journey into the countryside he ran. Alexandros ran for several hours before he smelled it. It was a sickly and sweet odor at the same time. Confronting his nose as he wanted to gag. That smell felt heavy and made his stomach turn. His mind began screaming for him to run away when he saw her. Her hair was crimson as though aflame with something. She looked akin to a beast at this moment. Her eyes burning as they turned to stare holes into Alexandros. He could feel the warm liquid running down his inner thigh.
Fear as she dropped a portion of her meal. Licking her lips as she'd eaten the last one sent. His brain kept screaming for him to run. Demanding he flee to Athens quickly as his legs would carry him. What was she that she shifted forms like this? What had he come across these were thoughts that ran through his mind. Slowly he took a step back as he felt realization sinking in. She was transforming into a serpent. His hand gripped his sword now drawing it quickly as he kept it in front of him. Using it to keep her strikes from his center. She was larger than a man or a horse-drawn carriage. She'd topped every possible thought he had on the subject. His hands and legs trembled as he'd already pissed his pants. Swallowing hard as he looked at the twisting coil. Darting off as quickly as he could leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. Alexandros moved with his life on the line here. Uncertain if he would live or die. He saw her quickly gaining on his right side with tremendous speed.
The first time any being had kept pace with him. He quickly slashed cutting at her eyeball. Which slowed him for a moment causing the creature to change. Her frame came out of the snake shedding that skin quickly. A fist collided with his jaw making everything splinter and shake. He hit the ground rolling towards the city closer. Injuries aplenty covered his body as the woman encroached further. Ready to claim her prize. She grabbed the back of his neck preparing herself for another meal. Not often had this creature fought for a meal in such away. As she opened her jaws preparing to sink fangs into flesh. A spear flew past her as the guards and troops emerged. Soldiers followed quickly some upon horses and others running. Spears ready to save the young boy from further harm. She repulsed back for but a moment. Before making one attempt again as a spear cut her shoulder. Others prepared to be launched she spoke so only he could hear. "In your twilight, you will die alone, I swear it upon mother Hecate."
Those were the last words given to him as she fled the area. Men came picking his body up from the ground. Injuries covered him from head to toe. When he was brought back to barracks in a carriage with a doctor. His adopted father came down and hugged him tightly. As did his father's wife who both saw him wounded terribly. The men claiming he'd encountered a beast and wounded it. But had been ill-prepared for the conflict with speed alone. His youth and body didn't have strength akin to a man. He lost they believed only due to his age really. But he had taken the creature's eye with his blade. His hand still clutched his sword tightly as he was carried to his home. It was here he would lick his wounds from childhood. He would see himself fighting that creature again someday. One day he would get revenge for this. For that smell he had come into contact with that would never leave him. Someday he would have his revenge for what she brought upon him.
Chapter 2 - First Deployment His first official deployment came three years after the incident. At the age of ten, he after his recovery was being sent out. The trip was to a fortress being attacked by wildmen. A tribe of people who didn't live in cities or condone thinking. From what his father informed him of. He was going to be going to ease back into things. The fortress commander was a tough customer who routinely drove them back. Keeping enemies of the wilderness at a distance of the great empire. Greece was a big place something he didn't fully understand. Athens was the home he'd known best, but as he traveled on the carriage. He saw the vastness of fields and the limitless size of the world. Spending his life inside the barracks shoveling the stalls and polishing armor. Hadn't prepared him mentally for the world beyond those walls. But his childlike nature finally sprung forth. Interest and bewilderment at the surroundings were clear. He saw many things on his journey into the wilderness.
The wild animals that roamed the forests of the countryside. It was there something caught his eye. A golden deer prancing through the wilderness. In his childlike excitement, he sprung off the wagon. Running forth using his outstanding speed. He kept pace with the deer with relative ease shocking his companions. The ten-year-old boy could outrun a deer. But as he finally cornered it he stopped and knelt before it. He'd not chased it for any other reason but to offer it food. Alexandros didn't know the legend of the deer. Nor did he care to hunt animals without offering something. He gave silent thanks for letting him play with the deer. He didn't attempt to harm or even do more. Leaving the berries he began to leave when a woman emerged. She had a bow with an arrow notched in its place. "Why do you chase the sacred creature of Artemis? " She demanded to know as she remained hidden. Slowly he brought his hands up not moving.
"I meant no disrespect, I only wished to race with it. And offer thanks for it letting me play." The woman's gaze shifted as she didn't release the bow. Slowly she brought the arrow down staring at him. The hind was unharmed and had left. Taking the offered berries along with it from him. He'd never intended to hurt the creature. It was majestic and far too beautiful for him to touch. He just wished to run and have fun with the hind. He turned slowly gulping as the woman's fierce eyes looked through her hood. "Tell me, something boy, why did you not capture the hind? " She asked him now, deciding to test him here. Alexandros looked towards where it was and smiled shrugging his shoulders. "I'm no hunter, I don't have such right or privilege to hunt something that beautiful. I'm just a foot soldier for Athens, I'd not wish to bring ire by desecrating such a thing with my lack of skill." He said honestly in his answer as the woman began laughing.
He could hear almost laughter until tears were in the female's eyes. She'd never heard that response before. He laughed a bit bringing his hands behind his head. Hearing voices call to him he turned to leave. Slowly he turned around and she stood before him. She planted a gentle kiss on his forehead before vanishing. His eyes blinking as she said one thing. "Blessed be your soul young one." He didn't know what she meant by that fact. But he turned and raced back to his carriage. Easily catching up with as he ran faster than arrows could travel. He didn't lament being weaker than the legends before him. Why worry about things you can't help? He wasn't a Demi-God just a little kid born to a woman and deadbeat. That was what he firmly believed as a child. His father was Patronikas. He had no other father nor a mother he respected in this instance. Jumping back on the wagon after his run through the wilderness. He got a firm scolding about running.
Claiming he saw a Golden Hind and decided to run after it. Encountering a woman who was protective of it. Though he left out the details of after due to his embarrassment. One of the men remarked it could have been a hunter of Artemis or the deity herself. Either way, he didn't know the answer as they arrived at the garrison. To say the familiar smell filled his lungs from before would be an understatement. Overgrown with plants and wildlife had taken it. His eyes and those of the battalion also narrowed. Doors had been ripped off hinges and stone laid broken. This place had been overtaken by someone or something. Stepping off the wagon ahead of the larger and stronger men. His hand gently rested on his sword now. The enemies were still here he could feel it in his bones. But the question was, were they monsters like her? His grip began to tighten as his shoulders tensed and eyes burned. Was this her doing he smelled the scent once more. Three years had passed and yet it remained something unforgettable.
A smell that one just could not forget no matter how long they lived. People had died here and remained here. Slowly with steps steady, they continued into the domain now overrun by foliage and plant life. Coiling around doors and even human corpses. This place had long since been abandoned by the people within. Slowly they moved towards the fortress doors watching closely for enemies. It wasn't until they all entered the fort it happened. Bodies began springing up from around the yard. Hidden among the dead were men with unshaven beards. Wearing green plants for clothing and camouflage. Numbering in a small amount they sprung the ambush. His eyes narrowing Alexandros didn't wait for orders on this occasion. With his sword drawn already, he closed the distance between him and one man. With a slash, he cut the man down who'd only just noticed his presence. His blade cut through the gut cleanly as he moved quickly dispatching those with bows.
While others fought against the wild men who'd appeared in the fortress. A melee broke out into an all-out brawl between the forces. Despite being outnumbered by the wild men they were doing well. Tactically speaking they'd have done better had it not been for Alexandros. His participation in the fight elimination of the ranged units they had. That was what made the difference, survivors of it claimed not one arrow flew. They were able to focus on the fight entirely while the boy slew twenty archers in total. While the statement wasn't entirely true they shot at Alexandros. But couldn't strike the boy due to his speed and movements. The battle lasted for twenty minutes before outside bodies joined the fallen. They'd fought for a while killing roughly seventy men and women within the place. Finally entering the fortress it was worse than imagined. Inside lingered a smell far stronger and papers lingered upon the desk. More wild men began springing up inside of the place though not with arrows this time.
Alexandros before their appearance had studied the contents of the desk. Finding papers and birds to send reports back. Asking for more people, they'd been ambushing and killing the arrivals. Every report was not the same reporting different causes. Missing or killed in action as his eyes drifted towards the room. This writing was the same as the documents his father had shown him. They'd been betrayed by the garrison commander. He'd switched sides and Alexandros was the first to realize it. Others had begun to walk to the commander who appeared well enough. Before he struck killing three of them instantly. Sending bodies upon the floor with no others. A comment about having to clean this mess up uttered from him. Alexandros rounded the corner and darted quickly. Slamming his sword's blade it into the groin of the garrison commander. Feeling the familiar sensation of flesh. His withdraw of it as quick as he slashed upwards with a quick movement.
His blade ripping into the throat sending blood spraying across the ground. Jumping back a few paces as he narrowly avoided a counteroffensive. He brought himself lower wielding his sword. He could hear the wild men talking about him now. Claiming no child could move as he did, making him a clear threat. They were a bit further inside the fortress as he turned and ran now. Not going deeper into the cells as he knew not to bother. Running out the exit he exclaimed for them to hear. Enemies were following him, the garrison had turned on Athens. Quickly without missing beat soldiers formed ranks on either side of the door. As men came out they were struck with spears. Piercing flesh sending them falling in front of the door. All the exits were covered as the commander made a choice. Bringing a torch he burned the building. Condemning those inside the hellish blaze. Alexandros didn't like that they didn't explore it. Sheathing his sword he tapped his foot on the ground. Before darting into the building now quickly.
He ran quickly as he could dart out of the path of the flames. Moving further inside to the basement. His form moving further and deeper into the bowls of the building. It was there he found them, small children shackled and chained. Quickly with a movement of his blade, he cut them down. But a turn and look of realization came. They had no pathway out as he clenched his fists. Flames had blocked the exit. Swallowing he looked around finding a bucket of liquids. He drenched himself and the children. Tossing one over his shoulder and another he carried. Managing to get two of them out of the building. He ran through the flames using the liquid as a shield. Quickly bursting out of the building in one sprint of speed. Smoke flowing off his body as he stopped landing on the ground now. The two children still breathing, he'd only managed to save two of them. That was the result of his efforts. The result of what came about from exploring despite the danger.
Chapter 3 - The Truth Alexandros came out of those flames coughing. His lungs had filled with gas as people patted his back. His eyes looking around in time to see them executed. The person in charge had killed them as he got up to protest. His legs were weak as his eyes grew narrow. The man walked towards him seeing the look. "You belong to me brat if you'd let them die it wouldn't have been an issue. " His eyes watered not from tears as his lungs filled. Anger began to seep across his expression. Very much angry as his hand gripped at his sword. With a loud sound that went across the jungle. A palm came across his face now. "You belong to me and Athens you fucking..." The sound of a whipping noise was all they heard as the man fell to the ground. His hand sliced off at the shoulder. Alexandros's eyes burned red as he pointed his sword towards him. He'd crossed a line here and this moment. As the others began to aim weapons at him.
It happened in the blink of an eye, arrows ran into the fortress. Almost like the sky had been blackened by them. Jumping back under some concrete for protection. He avoided any direct impact of arrows as his breathing became heavy. He felt his legs give way as he knelt. He'd crossed the line here and could do no more. Was this the true face of his father and kingdom? Did they truly toss away such promising men? Children being abducted and put into this place. What levels of lies and truths had been hidden. His eyes slowly looked upwards as more of them emerged. First checking on the children but seeing him. His digits clasped his sword for but a moment before tossing it aside. He didn't care anymore what they did to him. He walked over to the dead children he'd rescued. Falling to his knee's he punched the ground. Cursing over and over again. He'd been so close to helping them. If only he'd not passed out he could have protected them. His eyes gazed at the man who ordered this.
Anger flooding his eyes once again. No amount of punishment was enough for this man. He prayed that Hades would think of an outstanding punishment. If he was a Demi-God why couldn't he protect them?
Sat Oct 26, 2019 9:43 pm
Shinigami History Part 1
Shinigami History Part 2
Passive Skills, Sword Skills, and other things.
Release Command: All things in the universe are frozen over
Zanpakuto Sealed Form Appearance: In his zanpakuto's sealed form it doesn't appear any different from a regular katana. Despite his heritage and it's natural appearance being quite different. The blade appears very old yet extremely sharp. The edges and steel itself are cold to the touch. As some times you'll see a slight glimmer of ice around the sheath. Occasionally small bits of ice form around his zanpakuto's container and even still on the blade. When removed from the sheath an air of chill fills the area around it. Generally making the ground beneath it freezes solid. He's been shone to touch objects with the blade making them freeze solid. It's core temperature low enough to cause such effects. This happens without his reiatsu and is just a natural function. The blade almost appears like a crystal in terms of appearance. But it does still retain an old feeling about it.
Nothern Star:By pointing his zanpakuto in a straight line in front of him. A massive surge of ice explodes outwards. Covering the area in front of him up to thirty feet in ice. Sending jagged edges and other things in the air. As it is the size of a five-story building. This technique ties into his power to flash freeze things. Creating a rather quick and effective method. The ice temperature can be changed or manipulated. But in terms of weaknesses, it can be undone by fire. Also shattering the ice is possible for those with enough power. Its durability is linked to his zanjutsu skill. It is possible to be cut by this ice due to it raises sharp edges almost like pieces of earth. Akin to that breaking it is up to a person, in terms of time. This happens almost instantly due to the flash freezing he can do with moisture and his reiatsu.
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