Zeran
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| Subject: [Class 3] Gurido, Zeran -WIP- Sat Jul 25, 2009 7:13 pm | |
| Name: Zeran Gurido Age: 16 Gender: Male Group: Student Class: Class 3 Appearence: - Spoiler:
Ignore the shoulder guard. ~Build: Agile, fast, lean, yet well-muscled. ~Casual Wear: Zeran often wears a white short-sleeved vest over a black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and black sneakers. He may also wear a black band over his forehead or black wristbands/gloves. Various clothes may replace the norm for various occasions. ~Nationality: American (Arabian/Japanese) ~Tattoo's/Piercings: N/A ~Birthmark(s): That mark on his forehead. ~Height: 5’10” Personality: Very calm and collected, not to mention lazy, Zeran is in fact much smarter than he would appear (Child prodigy smart). He is seen showing varying arrays of emotions, though he tends to do so only when surrounded by those he calls his friends. This can be untrue, because if something is funny or annoying enough, he will mostly likely show the most appropriate emotion for the stimulus. He is also known to be a little sarcastic, allowing his humor to come out in unexpected ways. Though he seems lazy, and is, Zeran has a lust for knowledge that often gets overwhelmed by his laziness, often making him fall asleep in class if he has already learned of the subject. Zeran isn’t interested much in exercise, but he does enough to keep himself fit. He is known to help those who ask for his help in class, but he often expects payment in return (usually money or favors). Hobbies include the guitar, listening to music, sparring (with/without weapons), television (Mostly comedy), gaming (handhelds w/ headphones mostly) and sleeping. He likes to be around water, though he is somehow disturbed by rain and tends not to stand long in it. In a fight or spar, Zeran tends to move on instinct, though he is able to think calmly and collectively in the heat of battle, quickly being able to figure out a plan to fit the situation. Zeran tends to release his arcane energy in alternating intervals of ten percent, allowing him to gauge an opponent’s strength and be able to see how he can fare against his opponent(s). Needless to say, this can get him into a pickle due to underestimation. History: ((GAH!!! Writer’s Block!!!!)) RP Sample: ((An rp sample from when I first joined Bleach Soulwarriors…Use only when needed...)) - Spoiler:
Zeran stood atop one of the many buildings in Karakura, as soft wind current blowing his hair and vest back, the crescent moon in the sky, and the streets below were almost quiet. Key word, ‘almost.’ A lone hollow, the shape of an arachnid, loomed over an innocent human soul, tears streaming down the young girl’s face. Being the benevolent person he was, Zeran wanted to stop the hollow from eating the harmless soul, but if the higher ups, the Espada, heard that he yet again let a human soul go free, he would probably be eaten like how many human souls are by the hollows. Forcing his head to turn away, he heard a loud scream and a crunch as blood splattered an alley wall down below. Letting out a depressing sigh, Zeran heard another sound, a blade being freed from its sheath. Looking back down at the hollow, he watched as a black garbed shinigami cut straight through the hollow’s mask. Putting a sad smile on his face, Zeran knew the soul of the girl had been freed from the void known as hollow, though, the hollow being his kin (sort of), he felt sad at the same time. Turning his back on the scene for the last time, Zeran snapped his fingers as a portal known as a Gargantua opened before him. Stepping through the portal, he headed for his home of Hueco Mendo, and his house of Las Noches.
Walking out from the Gargantua, Zeran peered out at the looming desert, the crescent moon shining here as well, over the pure white sands, though a few small trees could be spotted here and there. Finally, he turned his head to the large domed palace across the sands, Las Noches. Starting his walk towards it, Zeran pondered about what he had seen in Karakura.
The cycle was endless really. A hollow ate a human soul, then a Shinigami would eventually purify the hollow and all the souls it had devoured would go to soul society, where some may become Shinigami. In another case however, a hollow would survive long enough to grow, and eventually merge with other hollow into a Menos. Sighing, he scratched the back of his head in annoyance. Dwelling over this would just get him into trouble with the higher ups again. Walking for only a few minutes more, Zeran tired of the stroll and Sonidoed towards the palace.
Appearing atop the dome of Las Noches, Zeran turned outwards at the seemingly endless sands. After a few moments, he stepped off the side of the dome, fell downward toward the ground, and finally landed in front of the entrance to the palace. Scratching at the back of his head, he pushed the door open with his free hand and entered the corridors. Every step brought an echo which faded further down while the dim lights casted a faint shadow in his wake.
Turning to another corridor, Zeran neared his quarters, a lone Arrancar standing in his way. Stopping, Zeran looked at the Arrancar neutrally, while the other looked at him with spite and a cruel grin. “Well if it isn’t the little human lover,” the Arrancar sneered. This Arrancar had been a nuisance to him ever since he had set foot in these walls, though Zeran had easily surpassed him in level and status. It seemed as though he existed only to annoy him, but, what really edged the Arrancar on, was that Zeran never did anything in response other than blasting him with a few balas, though they were so restrained that they only threw him back, not harm him, though it did tick him off big time.
Starting to walk again towards his room, the Arrancar put his arm in Zeran’s way, making him halt once again. The Arrancar leaned towards him, a frown on his face. “Save any humans or Shinigami today?” Zeran just sighed and Sonidoed around him and walked into his room, shutting the door behind him. Once again, that idiot had managed annoyed him, and most likely it would happen again. It seemed that even the Arrancar’s presence even started to annoy him.
Sighing, Zeran made toward the cabinets and opened the hatch. Scanning over the contents, Zeran picked up a cup of instant ramen. Taking the required time to make the noodles, Zeran patiently ate the finished dish. Why no other Arrancar ate like this was beyond him. After finishing, Zeran touched the mask fragment on his head. He was somewhat saddened by the fact that eating human food didn’t reduce his hunger, his annoying hunger for souls and hollows, though he had to admit it tasted good. Sighing, Zeran turned to a knocking at his door. Whoever it was definitely came at the wrong time. Stepping towards the door, a dark malicious voice spoke out, “Knock, Knock…”
Almost immediately after the voice spoke, the door burst open, and a quad of Adjudas hollow rushed at him. Eyes widening, Zeran sonidoed up into the air, pulling a strange-looking mask from a pocket in his vest simultaneously. How could Hollow manage to get into Las Noches? Unless… Looking at the door way, Zeran spotted the Arrancar grinning from ear to ear who had just gone too far. Dodging the Adjudas with another sonido, Zeran spoke from midair, anger finally reaching his voice, “I hope you’re enjoying this, Jaz, because it’s the last bit of fun you’ll have as an Arrancar, ever again.”
Finally putting the mask on his face, Zeran let his Reiatsui flare up, though both his ability and the mask stopped it from being detected, not even by the hollow or Jaz. Lowering his arm from the mask, Zeran looked up at one of the Adjudas falling towards him, a ravenous hunger in its amber eyes. Jumping up to meet it, Zeran unleashed a roundhouse kick to the Hollows head, another to its chest, and then an axe kick onto its back. Watching the Hollow fall to the ground unconscious, Zeran looked straight forward and sonidoed backwards and behind two more Adjudas. As the Adjudas turned to meet him, Zeran poured his Reiatsui into his hands and pierced straight through both of the Hollows’s heads. Letting their bodies evaporate, Zeran ducked below the last Hollow and drew his Zanpakto. Turning swiftly, he thrust his Zanpakto into the hollows abdomen, and slashed upwards through the head.
As the last Hollow fell, Zeran turned around to face Jaz, who already had his Zanpakto drawn and was now speaking his release, “Rise, Basilisco!” A dark mist started pouring from his being, his body becoming scaled, his hair now red, and his pupils turned to slits. With the final changes being the long tail and a carnivorous jaw, Jaz looked at Zeran with a determined blood lust. The Reiatsui was strong for a Numero, but it was still weak compared to him. Pointing his Zanpakto at Jaz, Zeran disappeared from Jaz’s sight. Appearing behind him, Zeran swung downwards at Jaz’s shoulder, only for Jaz to sonido as well. Turning to meet him, Zeran blocked one of Jaz’s hands with his Zanpakto, and then grabbed him by the neck with his free hand, and swung him around into a wall. Struggling fiercely, Jaz tried to claw his way out of Zeran’s hold, only to find his attacks were leaving no mark on Zeran’s hierro, increased as it was by his dense Reiatsui.
Sighing, Zeran focused his Reiatsui into his palm, a faint blue light coming from it. Slowly, the light turned darker, into a bold navy. Jaz’s eyes started to widen as he realized what was coming. Now, he opened his mouth to form a Cero of his own, but Zeran placed his other hand over Jaz’s mouth, stopping the forming Cero. With his own finished charging, Zeran spoke, “Farewell, Jasper.”
The blast pierced through the wall and out the dome of Las Noches, a low bass sound emanating from it. The upper body of the Arrancar incinerated to nothingness, the lower torso and legs of Jasper Kusaru fell to the ground below, disappearing into dark reishi and the souls from the vessel drifted into the abyss, towards the Soul Society. Sighing, Zeran placed his hand over his mask, removing it slowly as his Reiatsui diminished. How in the world was he to explain this to the higher Espada now? Turning to look at the unconscious Hollow behind him, Zeran licked his lips. Sadly, a thought crossed his mind. I guess it’s time for dinner… He slowly walked over to the hollow, and his meal.
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