Post by darkrising on Jul 8, 2011 18:38:22 GMT
I paid too high a price for this life of mine, to high a price to breathe this air, my time is borrowed time from another human, borrowed time that I can’t give back……if you try to waste it. I’ll beat you down with the weight of my sin![/u]
Name: Zakeon ‘Zack’ Sallanade
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Dimensions:
Appearance:
Zack currently
(The Sword will come later but for now ignore the sword and all things affiliated)
Zack stands at six foot exactly, he is a little more on the padded side weight wise although he doesn’t look particularly overweight. His hair is black with feint gray highlights. His eyes are a deep emerald green with slight flecks of blue, set narrowly in his face. The rest of his features are softly formed and his hair is kept in floppy spikes.
His clothing is simple yet loose to allow him to perform the martial arts he loves so much. It also allows for free movement. His trousers are baggy and white with a blue line going the full length of his trousers, with a few gaps here and there to make a basic pattern. They flare over his shoes covering the neck of his steel toe capped combat boots. The caps of them are slightly scuffed and worn and there is an ever so slight tear on the leather of the left cap and the end of the laces are frayed so it’s apparent from even a quick glance they’re well used, what isn’t apparent if you look closer is that the small threading used to join the rubber soul to the rest of the boot has small traces of blood and spiritual pressure embedded in it from good use in kicks.
His torso is normal covered with a black tank top although on occasion it might be a different colour but its never a bright colour its always dark, for example red or purple are some of the other colours that are worn. He usually has leather belts adorning his clothing more so as an impromptu weapon as he was born in the south east of London where one needs to keep such items on them for personal safety. On his hands he keeps a pair of gloves that look old and tattered, the fingers are missing the end and its obvious that they’ve been repaired several times over. The leather is old and faded, going grey from years of use and feint red spots can be seen on the knuckles. The worst point of wear on the gloves as well is on the knuckles as though they have been torn and repaired many times before and put through constant rubbing and breaking.
Alignment:Chaotic Good
History:
A beautiful child for a beautiful woman
Zack was born to Crysta Sallanade a woman of the world who did what ever she could to provide for her son. He was born a few weeks premature but as with most premature children he bounced into health at a fairly early age. Born in Mayday Hospital, Croydon in the south east of London Zack was his mothers pride and joy. He was her light in the darkness that she had to live with for many years. His mother was an orphan choosing her own name when she reached the age of eighteen.
She thought that her life would begin anew when she met Zack’s father because he was strong, tall and handsome only she would find that Zack’s father would change her life irrevocably. Zack’s father Willheim was not one for getting married, nor was he one for keeping to a single woman but Crysta was never phased by this because Willheim was a father to Zack none the less and as long as Zack had two loving parents Crysta didn’t care what happened to her. This, however, would ultimately be her undoing.
Zack was born with a well known all be it rare heart defect which became apparent at the age of six. Although the defect was something that he could live with he wasn’t able to go outside to play in the street with the other children, or go to school and play during his breaks because he was too weak. Although he never got bullied at school he was often given a wide birth by the kids because he was always weezing and coughing and they thought they could catch his ‘disease’ Zack kept up appearances as a child mostly because he thought his life was normal but what Crysta and Willheim never mentioned too him was that his heart defect caused him to need a transplant.
There is a problem with this, however, hearts that can fit into six year olds chests without complications are rare to come by and Crysta was not willing to put her only child in a situation where his life would be in danger. The only wish Zack’s parents had at this stage where that they could give their own hearts, however, as Zack was AB- and his parents where not universal blood donors this was not an option. He would have to spend his early years working hard just to survive on a day to day basis.
A shred of normality
His seclusion so to speak at school, however, was the answer to his problem. At school a girl two years above him was asked by the school to look after him at lunch time. Her name was Nicola, or Nicky for short. Although Nicola appeared outwardly very healthy she was actually born with an incredibly weak body, her heart and organs where all fine. In fact the doctors even stated that she would’ve been a great athlete if it wasn’t for her brittle bones and weak muscles. As she had brittle bones she spent her entire life indoors and Zack coming to the school and being someone for her to play with was a godsend and the two became fast friends.
They spent every break time together and even when she left the school to go to secondary Zack and her still kept in Contact. Although they didn’t see each other for a year or so before Zack ascended to secondary school they recognized each other instantly. Although Zack had deteriorated massively since she last saw him. This, however, wasn’t going to last long. Zack had lasted 12 years surviving, fighting for his life and the only reason he managed to survive this long was because of Nicola. What they never had a chance to realize was they both loved each other more than their own lives. It was, however, a romance that was not to be.
Sadly as the year progressed Zack grew increasingly more sick. The doctors thought that he was starting to see delusions because he was claiming to have nightmares about monsters and creatures that where following his friends. These monsters as Zack got older he began to call demons. This was not entirely the case as they where in fact Hollows but it was these creatures that Zack swore to destroy. One day when Zack was healthy enough to go into school he as was his custom went to Nicola and her friends to have lunch with them. Although he was the only boy that was allowed to sit with them during lunch, or more so the only boy that didn’t really care what they said to him. He was surrounded by the monsters.
Those who bear the weight of sin, are not the sinners themselves
On the fateful day that Zack was plunged into the spiritual world he was about fourteen years old. Nicola had just finished her GCSE’s and she was waiting for her interview to enter into college. This was something that she always wanted to do and because of her life spent indoors she was a girl who was intelligent beyond her years. Zack was walking to her house, it wasn’t too far from his mothers flat where he would be able to congratulate Nicola with a bunch of flowers he bought with the little money his mother could spare him. Nicola always like the gifts that Zack gave her the most because they had real meaning. They where cheap trinkets or temporary gifts that never lasted long but because they where bought with money that Zack had to save for weeks. Nicola always cherished them, she also knew all too well about Zacks heart.
It was that day, however, that Zack caused what should have been his own death but he was saved by a miracle of chance, or a fate so cruel that others would be driven mad. As he walked towards Nicola’s house he could see the demons that had plagued him for years congregating. Dismissing it as the doctor had told him as merely delusions because his heart wasn’t as effective at sending oxygen around his body he merely ignored them. The beings where never able to touch him or his friends so he believed genuinely that they where just delusions, however, upon arriving at Nicola’s house his heart jumped as he could see the door broken open. He stared blankly at the damaged frame grasping the flowers that he had bought for her. He slowly walked towards the door clenching his fist and gripping his teeth.
He was a weak individual but that wouldn’t of stopped him from attacking anyone that where to hurt Nicola one of the few stars he had in his all together dark night sky. Upon entering Nicola’s house he could see one of these demons holding her by the throat. His eyes widened with rage as he dropped the flowers that he bought for her. Nicola’s eyes glancing over ever so slightly seeing them fall on the ground he heart the words ‘so pretty’ travelling from her mouth. Tears streamed down Zacks face as he ran towards the creature throwing a punch towards it panting heavily because he could never keep up physical activity for very long only to pass straight through the creature. In his rage he turned around and swung again and again and again only to see nothing happening. What he was unaware of was this creature was a hollow and what he was trying to fight was not a tangible being but a soul.
Zack, however, would find that soon his heart gave up. He knew his time was running short he could feel it in his veins but he never expected it to happen now as he collapsed watching Nicola being devoured by the creature but strangely enough with a smile on her face. He stared at the action as his vision slowly became more blurred he knew he was going to loose every ounce of his sanity as he watched her die, however, Nicola’s death was to in fact become the tool for his revenge. As he fell dying the hollow turned towards him releasing a blood curdling howl. It waited for Zacks soul to leave his body so that it could devour it and he too would become the beasts sustenance but alas this was not to happen. He would hear the words. “Kurou-Ru Tsuchinoko” as a man garbed in black stepped over his body chains shooting from the ground piercing the creatures body. ‘Now is not your time boy’ muttered this man as Zack’s vision finally faded.
Revenge is a drug, it drives you, it controls you, it changes your mind but when the deed is done what do you have left?
Several days later Zack awoke to the smell of surgical spirit seeing a bright white room he stared down at his chest seeing a stitched line flowing down. He tried to think back to that day but he could only see shreds of it and the intermittent time. It was like watching movie clips as from a broken VCR. The thing that was strange for him was that his parents seemed elated at his awakening. They where so happy but at the same time they seemed sad. He wasn’t sure why this was the case because he couldn’t understand what good came from Nicola’s death. He was constantly screaming as loud as his lungs could muster “SHE DIED, IF I DIDN’T HAVE SUCH A SHITTY HEART SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!!” he screamed it for days in the private ward.
He hated himself, his parents never even knew what he was talking about and his doctors merely said it was trauma from loosing his closest friend. None of them believed him as they heard his voice bellow into the night. He didn’t understand why he was able to keep this screaming and activity up for so long either because before he could barely even sing a song loudly for more than a minute before he became out of breath but now he seemed to have a strong heart. It was explained to him several days later that Nicola died of a broken neck as she fell over but the doctors managed to get her body in time so that they could transplant her heart to Zack. Nicola’s parents made it clear to Zack over the intervening days that through him their daughter will live a full life and that she always wanted to ‘cure him’. This is the story of Zack’s life up until the age of fourteen. At the age of Fourteen Zack was no longer weak, he was no longer pathetic and he no longer had to hide inside. Instead he was able to run, fight and protect his friends and family. From that day forewords he devoted his life to becoming a protector. He grew stronger by the day he started by doing press-ups daily only to move onto weights until he built up his strength and he always ran with a weighted vest, initially with only a few kilograms extra until he was strong enough to carry at least twenty kilograms in his vest and still run a mile with ease. There was only one thing that Zack would ever say when people asked him why he became so focused on his physical fitness. It was one word and he always said it with Nicola in his eyes...”Revenge”
Awakening and the Reality of his Revenge
When Zack reached the age of eighteen he was visited by a familiar face. It was a face burned into his soul from the first moment he was plunged into the spiritual world and a face that he would feel rage towards because of his tardiness and his apathetic approach to it. This face was of the man that saved him. The man clad in black with a katana of obsidian he stared blankly at him as the man approached him touching his shoulder. “You don’t remember that night do you?” He muttered.
Zack gritted his teeth as he looked at the man of all places he chose to come back to it was at Nicola’s grave. Her eternal resting place. “You dare to show your face here” Zack said through his teeth as he clentched his fist his larger stronger muscles coming through his thin layer of fat. “You can see me but you can’t touch...yet” Smiled the man as he jumped into the air in a back flipping motion and landing...on nothing! Zack looked up in awe. “I’m sorry about your friend. You want revenge don’t you hah hah of course you do. You loved her didn’t you. I mean after all you can’t deceive my eyes” Zack flew into a rage at this and went to strike the man in mid air only to fall straight through him.
“Your not quite there yet...” Muttered the man as he smiled and pulled out a small circular piece of bait. “It was a lot of effort to get this and the 12th squad would of loved it, oh well ce la vie” crumbling it into dust in his fingers a chorus of blood curdling howls could be heard. Zack recognized this howl and it was then that the pain began. He clutched his heart as he heard the howls and felt it beating and the man clad in black laughed. “Sorry kid I gotta go, not supposed to be here ya see if my captain catches me Im a goner, I mean it, he’s a real nasty fella” as he finished speaking he disappeared in a flash with Zack trying to grab him as he fell down the ground. It was then he heard her voice for the first time in years he heard it.
‘get up Zack, You where never this weak before’
His eyes widened as he felt the pain in his heart get stronger and stronger. It started to beat faster and faster as the howling got closer and he could start to hear the footsteps of the creatures. He knew what was coming the same monsters that stole her away the same things that gave Zack his new life. For a moment he managed to force himself upright enough to stare at one of the creatures and he howled in his face.
‘You can fight them Zack, I’m always here with you, I always was’
He heard her voice again. He heard it as the creature that was standing in front of him raised its arm and launched him into a wall Zack slamming into it the pain in his heart getting stronger. His pupils shrank as his eyes started to shake his teeth gritting harder than before. It was as if he was filled with some kind of energy he could no longer contain and then it happened. As the beast moved towards him the scaleria(White Part)of Zack’s eyes took on a shade of red as the creature moved towards him bits of what appeared to be liquid bone started to group towards his arms and legs, as well as his face.
A cackle came from Zacks mouth as he stared at the ground. The creature raised its arm to hit Zack only for his own arm to raise up in the last second stopping the creatures attack with no effort at all. “Hah hah hah I’m the same as you things!” He screamed at the creature as he grabbed its lower jaw with his other hand. “I’m just more fucked up” he said in a cold tone as his other arm grabbed the creatures top jaw and he started to pull the two apart ripping the creatures mouth in too, he watched as it started to disintegrate. The rest of it is a scrap book of flash backs to Zack seeing the true potential of his fullbring.
Upon waking up in the graveyard in front of Nicole’s grave the pain in his heart was gone. His heart beat like normal but felt different. He never heard her voice again the only thing that Zack had from that day was a note in Japanese. The note read...’Karakura Town holds the answers you seek
With that Zack spent the next two years of his life preparing to live in Japan in Karakura town under the guise of being a student teacher.
Rank: 0
Specialists: Martial Arts/Speed Specialist
Advent Affinity:Hollow (Most assume Shinigami)
Power Focus: Heart
Fullbring:
Name: Weight of Sin (Daizai no Juuryou)
Type: Fullbring
Strength: Feeble
Description: Weight of Sin is a fullbring that is focused and in a sense formed from Zack’s transplanted heart. The heart that Nicola gave him is his most treasured possession. It is what gave him a new life but it also has a sadder part in Zack’s life. It is a constant reminder of his own weakness before he gained this heart and it is a reminder of what he calls his sin.
Zack’s Fullbring ultimately causes him to take on the form of a Christian Demon, however at its current level it merely takes the form of what appears to be a pair of gauntlets on Zack’s hands, however, unknown to Zack and anyone else that would look on them they are actually his hands as his body changes to accommodate his power. The gauntlets are bright red and metallic in appearance and feel. They are largely plain at the current stage in his fullbrings evolution with the only exception being that the fingers have sharp points on them similar to talons and the metallic red stops just short of Zacks Elbow.
Drawback: Zack’s fullbring is not one that can be controlled completely by his own actions. If his emotions get carried away or the residual energy that was left in the heart by Nicole deems Zack to be in danger it will automatically activate. The fullbring also causes him to pass out when he has finished using it.
Use Conditions: To Use it Zack must fullfill one of the following criteria.
Restrictions: Limited to Zack only
Advent Human Power:
Name Sin of Wrath
Type: Fullbring Ability
Strength: Feeble
Description: This ability works in a similar way to a Vaizards hollow mask in that it is a small boost of power given to Zack, this is, however, that is where the similarities end and it becomes more apparent that Zack has gained his power not from a Shinigami but from a hollow. This ability boosts Zacks hand to hand skill by one point. This is to illustrate the rage that Zack goes into when activating his fullbring. As he activates it he becomes more attuned to his animalistic instincts and as a result sense and reason take a back seat in his mind.
Drawback: Zack doesn’t really know whats happening meaning that he will easily over use his limits, or allow himself to get hurt merely to attack the victim of his rage. This also means that anyone who gets in the way will also get hurt. Also repeated use of this will cause Zacks heart to give out and cause him to relapse back into the months after he got his transplant where the heart was still weak.
This ability can be used a total of three times per thread and if over used then Zack will be unable to do any major physical activity for one real life month. If he goes over his limit by double this time is increased to two months one month of which is spent in a hospital and finally if he uses his ability seven times then his heart just gives out.
Use Conditions: Zack must be angry or feel a degree of anger towards his opponent.
Restrictions: Only useable when Weight of Sin is active.
Name: Zakeon ‘Zack’ Sallanade
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Dimensions:
- Height: Six Foot
- Weight: 15 Stone
- Build: Muscular but not Toned
Appearance:
Zack currently
(The Sword will come later but for now ignore the sword and all things affiliated)
Zack stands at six foot exactly, he is a little more on the padded side weight wise although he doesn’t look particularly overweight. His hair is black with feint gray highlights. His eyes are a deep emerald green with slight flecks of blue, set narrowly in his face. The rest of his features are softly formed and his hair is kept in floppy spikes.
His clothing is simple yet loose to allow him to perform the martial arts he loves so much. It also allows for free movement. His trousers are baggy and white with a blue line going the full length of his trousers, with a few gaps here and there to make a basic pattern. They flare over his shoes covering the neck of his steel toe capped combat boots. The caps of them are slightly scuffed and worn and there is an ever so slight tear on the leather of the left cap and the end of the laces are frayed so it’s apparent from even a quick glance they’re well used, what isn’t apparent if you look closer is that the small threading used to join the rubber soul to the rest of the boot has small traces of blood and spiritual pressure embedded in it from good use in kicks.
His torso is normal covered with a black tank top although on occasion it might be a different colour but its never a bright colour its always dark, for example red or purple are some of the other colours that are worn. He usually has leather belts adorning his clothing more so as an impromptu weapon as he was born in the south east of London where one needs to keep such items on them for personal safety. On his hands he keeps a pair of gloves that look old and tattered, the fingers are missing the end and its obvious that they’ve been repaired several times over. The leather is old and faded, going grey from years of use and feint red spots can be seen on the knuckles. The worst point of wear on the gloves as well is on the knuckles as though they have been torn and repaired many times before and put through constant rubbing and breaking.
Alignment:Chaotic Good
History:
A beautiful child for a beautiful woman
Zack was born to Crysta Sallanade a woman of the world who did what ever she could to provide for her son. He was born a few weeks premature but as with most premature children he bounced into health at a fairly early age. Born in Mayday Hospital, Croydon in the south east of London Zack was his mothers pride and joy. He was her light in the darkness that she had to live with for many years. His mother was an orphan choosing her own name when she reached the age of eighteen.
She thought that her life would begin anew when she met Zack’s father because he was strong, tall and handsome only she would find that Zack’s father would change her life irrevocably. Zack’s father Willheim was not one for getting married, nor was he one for keeping to a single woman but Crysta was never phased by this because Willheim was a father to Zack none the less and as long as Zack had two loving parents Crysta didn’t care what happened to her. This, however, would ultimately be her undoing.
Zack was born with a well known all be it rare heart defect which became apparent at the age of six. Although the defect was something that he could live with he wasn’t able to go outside to play in the street with the other children, or go to school and play during his breaks because he was too weak. Although he never got bullied at school he was often given a wide birth by the kids because he was always weezing and coughing and they thought they could catch his ‘disease’ Zack kept up appearances as a child mostly because he thought his life was normal but what Crysta and Willheim never mentioned too him was that his heart defect caused him to need a transplant.
There is a problem with this, however, hearts that can fit into six year olds chests without complications are rare to come by and Crysta was not willing to put her only child in a situation where his life would be in danger. The only wish Zack’s parents had at this stage where that they could give their own hearts, however, as Zack was AB- and his parents where not universal blood donors this was not an option. He would have to spend his early years working hard just to survive on a day to day basis.
A shred of normality
His seclusion so to speak at school, however, was the answer to his problem. At school a girl two years above him was asked by the school to look after him at lunch time. Her name was Nicola, or Nicky for short. Although Nicola appeared outwardly very healthy she was actually born with an incredibly weak body, her heart and organs where all fine. In fact the doctors even stated that she would’ve been a great athlete if it wasn’t for her brittle bones and weak muscles. As she had brittle bones she spent her entire life indoors and Zack coming to the school and being someone for her to play with was a godsend and the two became fast friends.
They spent every break time together and even when she left the school to go to secondary Zack and her still kept in Contact. Although they didn’t see each other for a year or so before Zack ascended to secondary school they recognized each other instantly. Although Zack had deteriorated massively since she last saw him. This, however, wasn’t going to last long. Zack had lasted 12 years surviving, fighting for his life and the only reason he managed to survive this long was because of Nicola. What they never had a chance to realize was they both loved each other more than their own lives. It was, however, a romance that was not to be.
Sadly as the year progressed Zack grew increasingly more sick. The doctors thought that he was starting to see delusions because he was claiming to have nightmares about monsters and creatures that where following his friends. These monsters as Zack got older he began to call demons. This was not entirely the case as they where in fact Hollows but it was these creatures that Zack swore to destroy. One day when Zack was healthy enough to go into school he as was his custom went to Nicola and her friends to have lunch with them. Although he was the only boy that was allowed to sit with them during lunch, or more so the only boy that didn’t really care what they said to him. He was surrounded by the monsters.
Those who bear the weight of sin, are not the sinners themselves
On the fateful day that Zack was plunged into the spiritual world he was about fourteen years old. Nicola had just finished her GCSE’s and she was waiting for her interview to enter into college. This was something that she always wanted to do and because of her life spent indoors she was a girl who was intelligent beyond her years. Zack was walking to her house, it wasn’t too far from his mothers flat where he would be able to congratulate Nicola with a bunch of flowers he bought with the little money his mother could spare him. Nicola always like the gifts that Zack gave her the most because they had real meaning. They where cheap trinkets or temporary gifts that never lasted long but because they where bought with money that Zack had to save for weeks. Nicola always cherished them, she also knew all too well about Zacks heart.
It was that day, however, that Zack caused what should have been his own death but he was saved by a miracle of chance, or a fate so cruel that others would be driven mad. As he walked towards Nicola’s house he could see the demons that had plagued him for years congregating. Dismissing it as the doctor had told him as merely delusions because his heart wasn’t as effective at sending oxygen around his body he merely ignored them. The beings where never able to touch him or his friends so he believed genuinely that they where just delusions, however, upon arriving at Nicola’s house his heart jumped as he could see the door broken open. He stared blankly at the damaged frame grasping the flowers that he had bought for her. He slowly walked towards the door clenching his fist and gripping his teeth.
He was a weak individual but that wouldn’t of stopped him from attacking anyone that where to hurt Nicola one of the few stars he had in his all together dark night sky. Upon entering Nicola’s house he could see one of these demons holding her by the throat. His eyes widened with rage as he dropped the flowers that he bought for her. Nicola’s eyes glancing over ever so slightly seeing them fall on the ground he heart the words ‘so pretty’ travelling from her mouth. Tears streamed down Zacks face as he ran towards the creature throwing a punch towards it panting heavily because he could never keep up physical activity for very long only to pass straight through the creature. In his rage he turned around and swung again and again and again only to see nothing happening. What he was unaware of was this creature was a hollow and what he was trying to fight was not a tangible being but a soul.
Zack, however, would find that soon his heart gave up. He knew his time was running short he could feel it in his veins but he never expected it to happen now as he collapsed watching Nicola being devoured by the creature but strangely enough with a smile on her face. He stared at the action as his vision slowly became more blurred he knew he was going to loose every ounce of his sanity as he watched her die, however, Nicola’s death was to in fact become the tool for his revenge. As he fell dying the hollow turned towards him releasing a blood curdling howl. It waited for Zacks soul to leave his body so that it could devour it and he too would become the beasts sustenance but alas this was not to happen. He would hear the words. “Kurou-Ru Tsuchinoko” as a man garbed in black stepped over his body chains shooting from the ground piercing the creatures body. ‘Now is not your time boy’ muttered this man as Zack’s vision finally faded.
Revenge is a drug, it drives you, it controls you, it changes your mind but when the deed is done what do you have left?
Several days later Zack awoke to the smell of surgical spirit seeing a bright white room he stared down at his chest seeing a stitched line flowing down. He tried to think back to that day but he could only see shreds of it and the intermittent time. It was like watching movie clips as from a broken VCR. The thing that was strange for him was that his parents seemed elated at his awakening. They where so happy but at the same time they seemed sad. He wasn’t sure why this was the case because he couldn’t understand what good came from Nicola’s death. He was constantly screaming as loud as his lungs could muster “SHE DIED, IF I DIDN’T HAVE SUCH A SHITTY HEART SHE WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!!” he screamed it for days in the private ward.
He hated himself, his parents never even knew what he was talking about and his doctors merely said it was trauma from loosing his closest friend. None of them believed him as they heard his voice bellow into the night. He didn’t understand why he was able to keep this screaming and activity up for so long either because before he could barely even sing a song loudly for more than a minute before he became out of breath but now he seemed to have a strong heart. It was explained to him several days later that Nicola died of a broken neck as she fell over but the doctors managed to get her body in time so that they could transplant her heart to Zack. Nicola’s parents made it clear to Zack over the intervening days that through him their daughter will live a full life and that she always wanted to ‘cure him’. This is the story of Zack’s life up until the age of fourteen. At the age of Fourteen Zack was no longer weak, he was no longer pathetic and he no longer had to hide inside. Instead he was able to run, fight and protect his friends and family. From that day forewords he devoted his life to becoming a protector. He grew stronger by the day he started by doing press-ups daily only to move onto weights until he built up his strength and he always ran with a weighted vest, initially with only a few kilograms extra until he was strong enough to carry at least twenty kilograms in his vest and still run a mile with ease. There was only one thing that Zack would ever say when people asked him why he became so focused on his physical fitness. It was one word and he always said it with Nicola in his eyes...”Revenge”
Awakening and the Reality of his Revenge
When Zack reached the age of eighteen he was visited by a familiar face. It was a face burned into his soul from the first moment he was plunged into the spiritual world and a face that he would feel rage towards because of his tardiness and his apathetic approach to it. This face was of the man that saved him. The man clad in black with a katana of obsidian he stared blankly at him as the man approached him touching his shoulder. “You don’t remember that night do you?” He muttered.
Zack gritted his teeth as he looked at the man of all places he chose to come back to it was at Nicola’s grave. Her eternal resting place. “You dare to show your face here” Zack said through his teeth as he clentched his fist his larger stronger muscles coming through his thin layer of fat. “You can see me but you can’t touch...yet” Smiled the man as he jumped into the air in a back flipping motion and landing...on nothing! Zack looked up in awe. “I’m sorry about your friend. You want revenge don’t you hah hah of course you do. You loved her didn’t you. I mean after all you can’t deceive my eyes” Zack flew into a rage at this and went to strike the man in mid air only to fall straight through him.
“Your not quite there yet...” Muttered the man as he smiled and pulled out a small circular piece of bait. “It was a lot of effort to get this and the 12th squad would of loved it, oh well ce la vie” crumbling it into dust in his fingers a chorus of blood curdling howls could be heard. Zack recognized this howl and it was then that the pain began. He clutched his heart as he heard the howls and felt it beating and the man clad in black laughed. “Sorry kid I gotta go, not supposed to be here ya see if my captain catches me Im a goner, I mean it, he’s a real nasty fella” as he finished speaking he disappeared in a flash with Zack trying to grab him as he fell down the ground. It was then he heard her voice for the first time in years he heard it.
‘get up Zack, You where never this weak before’
His eyes widened as he felt the pain in his heart get stronger and stronger. It started to beat faster and faster as the howling got closer and he could start to hear the footsteps of the creatures. He knew what was coming the same monsters that stole her away the same things that gave Zack his new life. For a moment he managed to force himself upright enough to stare at one of the creatures and he howled in his face.
‘You can fight them Zack, I’m always here with you, I always was’
He heard her voice again. He heard it as the creature that was standing in front of him raised its arm and launched him into a wall Zack slamming into it the pain in his heart getting stronger. His pupils shrank as his eyes started to shake his teeth gritting harder than before. It was as if he was filled with some kind of energy he could no longer contain and then it happened. As the beast moved towards him the scaleria(White Part)of Zack’s eyes took on a shade of red as the creature moved towards him bits of what appeared to be liquid bone started to group towards his arms and legs, as well as his face.
A cackle came from Zacks mouth as he stared at the ground. The creature raised its arm to hit Zack only for his own arm to raise up in the last second stopping the creatures attack with no effort at all. “Hah hah hah I’m the same as you things!” He screamed at the creature as he grabbed its lower jaw with his other hand. “I’m just more fucked up” he said in a cold tone as his other arm grabbed the creatures top jaw and he started to pull the two apart ripping the creatures mouth in too, he watched as it started to disintegrate. The rest of it is a scrap book of flash backs to Zack seeing the true potential of his fullbring.
Upon waking up in the graveyard in front of Nicole’s grave the pain in his heart was gone. His heart beat like normal but felt different. He never heard her voice again the only thing that Zack had from that day was a note in Japanese. The note read...’Karakura Town holds the answers you seek
With that Zack spent the next two years of his life preparing to live in Japan in Karakura town under the guise of being a student teacher.
Rank: 0
Specialists: Martial Arts/Speed Specialist
Advent Affinity:Hollow (Most assume Shinigami)
Power Focus: Heart
Fullbring:
Name: Weight of Sin (Daizai no Juuryou)
Type: Fullbring
Strength: Feeble
Description: Weight of Sin is a fullbring that is focused and in a sense formed from Zack’s transplanted heart. The heart that Nicola gave him is his most treasured possession. It is what gave him a new life but it also has a sadder part in Zack’s life. It is a constant reminder of his own weakness before he gained this heart and it is a reminder of what he calls his sin.
Zack’s Fullbring ultimately causes him to take on the form of a Christian Demon, however at its current level it merely takes the form of what appears to be a pair of gauntlets on Zack’s hands, however, unknown to Zack and anyone else that would look on them they are actually his hands as his body changes to accommodate his power. The gauntlets are bright red and metallic in appearance and feel. They are largely plain at the current stage in his fullbrings evolution with the only exception being that the fingers have sharp points on them similar to talons and the metallic red stops just short of Zacks Elbow.
Drawback: Zack’s fullbring is not one that can be controlled completely by his own actions. If his emotions get carried away or the residual energy that was left in the heart by Nicole deems Zack to be in danger it will automatically activate. The fullbring also causes him to pass out when he has finished using it.
Use Conditions: To Use it Zack must fullfill one of the following criteria.
- Be in Mortal Danger
- Observe someone that he has gotten incredibly close to (RP’d in more than five threads with them and at least two private threads) in danger.
- Upon entering combat with a hollow
- Upon Reaching a higher level of skill with his fullbring he may be able to activate it at will.
Restrictions: Limited to Zack only
Advent Human Power:
Name Sin of Wrath
Type: Fullbring Ability
Strength: Feeble
Description: This ability works in a similar way to a Vaizards hollow mask in that it is a small boost of power given to Zack, this is, however, that is where the similarities end and it becomes more apparent that Zack has gained his power not from a Shinigami but from a hollow. This ability boosts Zacks hand to hand skill by one point. This is to illustrate the rage that Zack goes into when activating his fullbring. As he activates it he becomes more attuned to his animalistic instincts and as a result sense and reason take a back seat in his mind.
Drawback: Zack doesn’t really know whats happening meaning that he will easily over use his limits, or allow himself to get hurt merely to attack the victim of his rage. This also means that anyone who gets in the way will also get hurt. Also repeated use of this will cause Zacks heart to give out and cause him to relapse back into the months after he got his transplant where the heart was still weak.
This ability can be used a total of three times per thread and if over used then Zack will be unable to do any major physical activity for one real life month. If he goes over his limit by double this time is increased to two months one month of which is spent in a hospital and finally if he uses his ability seven times then his heart just gives out.
Use Conditions: Zack must be angry or feel a degree of anger towards his opponent.
Restrictions: Only useable when Weight of Sin is active.
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