Bleach: Online World is a fun and exciting way to exercise your creativity and escape into a world you help build! It is an expansive roleplay experience depicting the entire Bleach Universe, but this time we control what happens. This is a great place to meet new people, make friends, and come to have fun and relax for a few hours as you lose yourself in the mind of a character that you design!
Here, you decide your own destiny as you forge your way through Soul Society as a Shinigami, or through Hueco Mundo as a Hollow. Travel the world as a human, or corrupt it as a Bount. Hunt your prey and escape your enemies as a Quincy, or put on your mask and roar as a Vizard. Whichever path you choose, your role in this expansive, alternate Bleach universe is up to you! There are no canon characters to deter or impede you, and everyone can help each other build their story! So what are you waiting for? Hop on in, and get started!
Morning. It was morning at last. The great ball of fire that watched over the land had finally risen. That great ball that gave life, light, and warmth, and for one man in particular, safety. The sun rose up over the river bank, casting away the darkness and revealing what lay hidden within. A field of green grass adjacent to a river, snaking its way through the land. Small hills dotted the landscape, breaking the picture of a purely flat land. An artist would love to draw such beauty, yet for those who were not blind would not see this landscape as some sort of painting. But as a battlefield.
Corpses of horrid beasts littered the field. Blood, purple in color, escaped from mighty wounds that littered each of their bodies. The corpses were disintegrating slowly, turning into little more than black particles that ascended into the air. Each of the beasts was pale in color, adorned with a unique mask upon each of their faces. These masks possessed great mouths, large enough to swallow a whole human up with. Each of the monster had a large injury on these masks, seeming to be the killing blow on each of them.
Among this battlefield there was only one figure moving. A large man leaning against what one would call a sword. His knees trembled weakly as he gripped the massive blade with all his might to remain standing. His body was riddled with various wounds leaking precious blood, staining his clothing and the ground beneath him. Beads of sweat caused his body to glisten ever so slightly in the rising sun. Perhaps the most noticeable thing however was his breathing. It was loud and rough like an animals. It was the sort of breathing someone did only when they had reached the level of exhaustion that caused them to collapse.
So many...many more than before... He thought, gritting his teeth and letting out a loud groan as he took a step. Move....need to move... Through sheer strength of will he forced his legs to move. Pulling that gargantuan blade from the earth he placed it on the hook on the back of his attire, resting it against his back. Was his sword always this heavy? It felt as if his legs could give out at any moment. With a snarl he began to force himself to walk, trying to get away from the battlefield as quickly as possible.
He wasn't afraid of more of those creatures appearing. Not during the day anyways. No, rather, he wanted to escape the area of what had drawn those Hollows in. He needed to reach a certain, indeterminate, distance to escape the effects of his own Curse. Garret knew that if he stopped he would collapse. If he collapsed he would sleep. If he slept then he would lose time. Garret needed to buy himself more time at the expense of his body's energy. He could rest when he got away.
Escaping the plains and entering a nearby forest, the swordsman continued to drag himself. His breathing was heavy and hoarse. His vision was growing blurry. How much blood had he lost? Last night had been rough. A far rougher night than he had experienced in awhile. There were far more Hollows than before. Why was that? Was the Osen getting stronger? Or was Garret just unlucky. The former thought sent a ting of panic through Garret. If the Curse was getting stronger, than he too was going to need to get stronger. Much stronger.
Garret lost track of the time. He hadn't been paying any attention to the suns position or the changing light. His mind was to fogged by exhaustion to take such things into account. These woods seemed endless. All he saw was trees and bushes. Dirt and detritus. He heard the sound of birds, and earlier the sound of something heavy fleeing from him. Perhaps it was a deer, which would have made for some good eating had Garret the strength to go after it. So, with no knowledge on the current time span it happened. His knees buckled. They had carried him far enough and his body just could no longer move anymore.
"Damn...it..." Garret growled, trying desperately to keep his knees from hitting the ground. Arm rested against a tree for support he stared down at his knees, trying with all his might to stand back up. Vision was becoming cloudy, eyelids wanting to close. "No!" He growled, pulling himself up and managing to take a single step. That single step took everything. His legs gave out and Garret fell. His face collided with the ground, and a grumble escaped his mouth. His body couldn't move, no matter how hard he tried. All he could get were tiny twitches among the many tremors throughout his body.
He had no idea when he lost consciousness. His body literally forcing itself asleep, to try and recover all the stamina that Garret had lost during the night and morning. His body could recover faster than some people, but even it had its limits. He was too tired to even dream. How long did he lie there? How long did he simply lie there on the forest floor, on that small patch of dirt? For quite awhile actually. There was only so much pushing the body could endure.
The sound of footsteps though brought the Rogue back into a conscious state. A few factors got taken into account when Garret awakened. First was the warmth upon his skin, signaling that the sun was still out. Second was the pain in not only his stomach but his entire body. It was sore. While the injuries he had received last night hadn't fully healed yet, they at least stopped bleeding for now. Garret was a mess to look at. A man as large as himself, a body similar to that a cutting board and currently littered with fresh wounds. On top of the fact he was currently sleeping in the dirt and had a sword larger than himself on his back. He was quite the sight. The sound of footsteps though woke Garret up slightly. Just enough that he was able to move his mouth, able to find his voice. "Go away..."
