Name: Avaron Freecs
Age: 19
Gender: male
Group: Night Class member
Class: Ex class 7
~Nationality: Japanese
~Tattoo's/Peircings: A red teardrop underneath each eye
~Height: 6ft 4
Personality: Avaron is a disturbed individual, his actions follow the path of any whim that seems interesting to him at the time, although this can often be subject to spontaneous change. On minute he could be any person that crosses his gaze whilst the next he might be looking to purchase a kitten. He really is an unreadable character but above all he is dangerous, although his motives may seem random as a whole the majority of the time they involve murder, theft and other criminal activities. He has no respect for the law as he see's life as a game that was tailored for him the rest of the population are just pawns with the only purpose of making his existence more enjoyable. Avaron isn’t an aggressive person per say but he has no aversion to violence and is more than happy to participate in a fight always looking to re-affirm his strength. Avaron will lie when its convenient for him felling no real ties too anyone his biggest motive is self preservation and gratification.
History: When Avaron was younger he was both independent and solitary, the few "friends" he did have as a child turned out to be people he would manipulate to do things he found humorous such as bacteria in the cafeteria so his whole school got cholera this is just one example of the acts of vandalism he had committed which ultimately resulted in him being expelled from school followed by the head master sending a notice round leaving Avaron without the possibility of acceptance to any school in the country. With his parents worried about his behaviour Avaron was taken to a Psychiatrist after his third visit he came out giggling sadistically only to be followed moments later by the shrink with a pained look on his fast babbleing nonsense at high speed and proceeded to jump through the nearest window resulting in his suicide. This was at the age of twelve. After this incident Avaron's parents could take the stress no more and had him committed to an asylum. During a four year stay in the institution Avaron noticed his ability to have people act on his every whim was becoming stronger and more natural it was more than just a way with words, it was almost as if he was able to toy directly with they're mind's an idea he found more than a little appealing but it was still a phenomenon he could not comprehend which bothered him. There was an inmate at the asylum that Avaron had grown quite partial too almost like a pet, the attraction due to her harbouring sycophantic tendencies much like Avaron during her stay she had relentlessly proclaimed that magic was real and she was a user of it a claim that no one took any notice of as she was never able too prove it. She told Avaron that his gift for manipulation was his aptitude for magic flourishing in its most natural form but obviously this wasn’t an explanation he could believe due to the girls obvious insanity so he snapped her neck, deciding her babbling was an annoyance. At 16 Avaron decided he had grown bored of this setting opting for something a little more lively, so he proceeded to break free of the asylum. After setting fire to every patient in the infirmary to distract the staff, he walked calmly through the institution only stopping at the entrance to as the guard too open it for him a request which was quickly adhered to. Avaron had talent for manipulation had grown even further during his stay he now found himself able to layer his voice with a slight echoing tone that generally forced civilian's to act on his requests. After taking his leave of The institution he spent the next year and a half roaming the streets of Japan with a Gang he formed under the alias of "The Jester" (sorry I realised when I was writing this I’ve gotten a little close to just impersonating the joker lol but I wasn’t on purpose
) he was partial to wearing a frowning clown mask when he went out trashing the street of Tokyo, taking whatever they wanted and murdering those who didn't oblige them. One night a few of Avaron boy's attempted to mug a man as he walked down a dark alley but they were engulfed in a bright light and when it faded they were left charred and smouldering unable to understand what was happening Avaron quickly attempted to use his talent telling the man to drop his possession’s and leave they're territory, The man was left un-phased by this attempt but he did however notice Avaron's talent for magic. After restraining the violent individual the man sent Avaron in the direction of the Kiahou school luring him there with the promise of more power. After increasing his skills at the school for nearly a year he was expelled at the age of 19 for the murder of one of the tutors, a man who had refused to teach him a spell as it was deemed forbidden. Avaron quickly joined the night class further increasing his talents unrestrained but he still makes an appearance to his old school if for nothing more than too liven things up.
RP Sample: This is a more bleach related sample but i figured since it's just a sample the subject matter wouldn't matter, if you want me too write one based on kiahou i can do that, its too aim for a nightclass elite position
Another day, another chore. Once again Jin had been assigned the job of patrolling Rukongai a moderately uneventful practice that left him free to watch the happy villager go about they’re daily routines. These slums were a poverty stricken place only two sectors in from the poorest outskirts, they were home to crime and disease backwater alleys filled with scum and death. Nothing seemed to prosper here the residents usually either ending up dead or on the short path through a career in crime, but that was the life of Rukongai and no matter how hard it got the peasants lived it with a smile. That was something that had always impressed Jin when he’d lived here the way that they managed to pull through the gruelling struggle that formed the everyday life on these streets without ever becoming depressed, a few steps in any direction and it wasn’t long before you’d hear the beginning note’s of some cheery shanty as the civilians sang they’re work away.
As bountiful a feeding ground as soul society was it was rare for it to experience the visiting of hollow. Filled with unarmed souls just ripe for the plucking but guarded by the Gotei 13 it proved an impressive deterrent to the demonic predators, upon saying that it wasn’t like there were never any hollow, there were always the odd few around the more hot-headed of the hollow population, breaking through to prove they’re worth and feed they’re lust for power but on the most part they stuck to the material world less abundant but also the less dangerous of the two or feeding on they’re brethren in the desert’s of Hueco Mundo.
As Jin walked the dusty street’s from the corner of his eye he noted a stream of people panic stricken and running out the entrance to one of Rukongai’s many back alley’s he smiled at the clear sign of trouble, a signal that his day wasn’t too be as boring as he’d first expected. As much as he hated the work of patrol it was even worse when all he had for entertainment was the sound of the idle chatter of the villagers.
Within a second he reached the source of the trouble using Hohou to stand above the alley. As he gazed down he saw what had instigated the panic the small sleek frame of a hollow lay beneath him feeding on the soul it had recently ensnared. The thin aerodynamic frame of a cheetah or some member of that big cat family, with a mask to match. The demon sniffed the air, sensing the new comer’s reiatsu it turned and fled running the backwater ally’s with uncanny speed. Jin wouldn’t permit that, a beast like this running the street’s of Rukongai was just too much of a threat it had too be stopped. He took off after it the wind whipping past his face as he deftly flash stepped through the tight confines, swiftly eluding the approaching turns never once missing a step his agility always compensating for him. The blurred surrounding flashed by just intertwining blocks of colour melding from one to the next as his focus stayed locked on his prey never letting the sprinting figure leave his line of vision.
His breathing was ragged and staggered the air passing him by so quickly he was having a hard time inhaling it, the aroma’s of his surrounding never able to grasp his nostril’s leaving him void of smell nothing concerning him other than his thought’s of catching his prey, he began pouring more Reiatsu to his lower limbs increasing further his speed, his moments nothing but a blur to passers by, slowly gaining on the creature, it had to be at least Adjuchas class to be keeping ahead of him at this speed, the distance between then becoming neither shortened nor stretched they were matched foot fall for foot fall. Jin pounded through the air his powerful movement ripping at his muscles, he wasn’t yet used to travelling at these speed’s yet and it was definitely taking its toll his leg’s becoming less and less responsive to his commands at the gap between the two un-sightable figures began to close. He was doing it finally closing in upon his victim, he knew what he had to do…..but could he manage it, so far he kept all his focus in maintaining his speed was it even possible to perform a kidou simultaneously? Well he was about too find out.
“Hadou Number 23: 36 Pound cannon”
The incantation ripping through his throat as a rasp his voice box left as nothing more than a dried hunk of flesh from the harsh currents he had forcibly inhaled down his throat. The condensed blade of wind shot from his hand slicing through the fleeing hollow cleaving it in two, Jin skidded too a halt able to do nothing more than pant trying to revive his oxygen deprived organs. As the hollow scattered to the wind, nothing left but it decomposing carcass Jin released his Hohou dropping to the floor, as he moved to walk away from the scene wanting to find a bench to rest his weary muscles he saw something flutter in the wind. It was a seal, half attached to the back of the rapidly disintegrating hollow’s head, and what was more Jin recognised the symbol it was a control seal………..someone had been puppeteering this hollow.
“Ahh shit” he sighed under the realisation that he’d just managed to stumble upon even more work.
Subject: Freecs char 
Sat Jul 11, 2009 9:53 am
