Post by Astaroth on May 1, 2018 21:31:19 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: [Guts's Jawline]
Password 2: [#Rekt]
Type: [Berserker]
Affiliation: [Hell]
Rank: [Craido]
-Basic Information-
Name: Astaroth Valentin Holst, But None know that name who now live. I Am Astaroth..
Age: [1456 years old / Died originally at the age of 27 / Was sent to hell at the age of 406 / Appears to be around 24]
I Was Born before the world knew its size.. Before the world of man knew more than killing to survive. I Am now too old to recall my exact age, but I am older than you by a large margin I am willing to place my life on that.
Birthday (Month/Day): [July 8th 559 AD]
Blood Type: [None / Bleeds Ash]
RP Sample (Optional): [Anything including Arantima Aoire]
-Appearance-
Height/Weight: [12 Feet 5 inches tall 2812 pounds] "I am More than Twelve feet in height, and weigh more than Two hundred Stone..
Physical Description: [*See profile picture for image*]
His Entire Body is made of Ash and crushed Bone instead of Flesh and blood. His hair is actually thin Bristle like Extrusions of bone that sound like porcupine quills when he moves instead of normal hair. He does not bleed when sliced, instead he crumbles and drains out this sand like substance when the rare attack actually harms him. His skin is almost flawless on the outside however, being smooth as alabaster to the touch, though it is as cold as any stone. His Body is Dense and thick, but Slightly brittle almost, like breaking or cutting through Gypsum. He Wears Two Empty scabbards on his Hip, no one in all of hell knew why until he began fighting. They are Filled with the Same Ash and that forms his body and steel dust made from the millions of crushed weapons from the eons of Hells existence.
My Skin has Turned a Stony Blue Tinge from the Eternal death that plagues me without giving me sweet release. My Hair Has Turned a pale and ghastly White from the same affliction. I do not bother to tame it any longer as the wild nature seems to fit my new form well, don't you think? I have grown in size substantially to withstand my gargantuan strength, capable of crushing most mortals in my hands to a pulpy soup to drink them down. I am no hollow but blood and viscera are still satisfying, and even other sinners are pleasant if fleeting snacks.
My Right hand has become overgrown with a Crystallized Bloody bracer, a constant painful reminder of the power I once wielded with Rasan naga I think.. Hell's way of telling me that I threw it all away. These Tattoo's? These Tattoo's were etched into my Flesh Mere Months ago, "Calm in mind and Gentle in spirit.. The Rage of a Demon trapped within. The Rage of a Storm so loud no man can hear it, Contained inside this Heart of Sin." It is written in a language I have never spoken, but I understand it's meaning.. As if another way of tormenting me. Shaving off mine own Flesh does not Cleanse me of these markings! I have burned them in the pools of Molten rock, clawed them and even allowed them to be eaten by the Guardians of hell.. To no avail.
My Mask However.. I have tied two false braids of hair to the sides here, and wear this only becuase All that is Beautiful in hell is crushed, endlessly without simply being killed. it is my curse to Continuously be reborn with my own unmarred face, so that those in hell who are fickle and vain Hunt down that unmarred face for the flesh.. I Still Wear my Hakama pants from my Shinigami uniform.. I will never forget what I was, Even if My only desire is to crush it all to dust! Damn the Zanpakuto! Damn the Seireitei! Give me Back my Maraina!!
-Personality-
Dislikes:
- Shinigami - "Your lives are lies and rotting bile! I was once one of you and was betrayed by everything I was taught! My own Wife Died because of the Shinigami way!"
- Zanpakuto - "your Swords are even worse! I will break every last one! They are not your souls, they are not your allies.. They are ruinous betrayers bent on destroying all you love!"
- Rasan Naga - "If my Blade still exists.. I will drag it to hell and melt it in the fires of hell where my new form was made! This Blade above all others is a betrayer.. I will destroy it!
- Time - I have been alive for nearly two centuries.. All I have known in my time has been pain and suffering and rage.. Only One creature has been able to quell that tide and Time took her from me! Waiting.. I cannot stand waiting!
- Love birds - "There is no such thing as love.. I thought I had it, but I was proven wrong. Love didn't stay my blade as I cut Maraina's head off.. Love didn't stop her from trying to put me down when I was trying to protect her! Anyone who believes love is truth must be shown how wrong they are.. Even though he secretly Wishes to find love again.
- Inaction - Make a choice or get out of the way! There is no place in the world for those who can't decide. There will be a decision made for you if you are too slow. Be the one who makes it, deal with the consequences after! I Am doing so now!
Likes:
- The Feel of blood - Uhhnnn.. The feel of blood is like the worst and best velvet that rushes over these Ashen arms and hands.. I Love this sensation.. it breathes life back into my endless death.
- Crushing bones - The Feeling of making a living creature suffer under my hands fills me with a gory sadistic pleasure, almost enough to rival the feeling of a woman's sensual touch from when I was alive.
- Hussy's and Harlots - "There is no shortage of these types of women in hell... And all of them will try and kill you after they believe you to be tired out. If only they weren't as stupid as they were loose. They are an excellent distraction, Perhaps I can Turn Mariana into their ilk. It's all a front to turn his heart away from love. Love pains him.
- Hollows - Such Ravenous devils. Those that survive down here eventually live to become Akki, and eventually perhaps Evianar.. I used to slay these when I was a Shingami, now I torture them. I rip pieces of their masks off bit by screaming bit before pulling their heads from them to watch them be reborn minutes later. Such sadistic pleasure.
- Bounts - The Bounts I have met.. Are All such strange deviants. Subjugating these beings they call Dolls, forcing their will upon them. I watch them and chuckle, they believe they are dominant but do not know what it truly is to Collar a creature and strip its will away piece by blood stained piece.. They amuse me.
- Beast Clan - The Soul Society's Resident Sinners! They are like my own brothers.. if they weren't covered in plush fur. the females mostly know how to bow to a man with the proper strength to tame them..
- Pain - Pain... it is a rare Feeling Since i was reborn as a Hason. Feeling, sensation is rare for me since I became a Hason. Any creature who can bring me pain has my Respect.
Flaws:
- Hot Headed - I am a hason! Not some babysitting Shingami who gives half a damn about anyone else. If you are in my way I will cut you down and grind you into dust!
- Lusty - Can you blame a man as strong and Chiselled as I for appreciating the female form? What?! I do not let it distract me in battle!
- Arrogant - It is not my Fault that I am stronger than all others. I Am a physical beast and I simply exist in that knowledge.
- Dismissive of Those he deems Weak - Those who are weaker than myself are not a challenge and thus are not worth my true time. They are not doing anything but being annoying when they challenge me.
- Pursuer - Cowards.. I can not stand a coward. If you run from me prepare for me to Chase, tirelessly and endlessly until you die of exhaustion!! If You lead me to an Ambush so help me I will SkullF&$% The lot of you!
Habits:
- Swallowing Blades - I have yet to taste the Blade of a Zanpakuto. but when I swallow a Blade I Grind it into dust to fuel my own body.. or allow myself to create new items from their remains.
- Toying with Females - Stretching out a fight with a woman is too tempting. Getting them to sweat, to try and press their meager strength against my form.. Crushing their bodies before violating their screaming forms...
- Standing Deathly Still - I am nearly impossible to detect before I reveal myself. My Skin is like a Stone and I am as tall as a Statue, So on occasion I will lie in wait, trapping a foe as I cleave them in half with a stealth tactic.
- Resting a Hand on his Scabbards - Crossing your arms, putting them in your pockets, resting them on your scabbards.. All classic spots for a hand to rest, I have decided that my scabbards provide a more intimidating presence.
- Ruffling his Bristles - The Sound of my Boney Spine like hair rustling is soothing to me, does it un-nerve you? Well too fuckin bad.
Fears:
- Never Seeing Maraina Again - Astaroth may want to bend and break maraina in his new twisted mind. But he still fears never being able to see her again. The mention that she may be lost to him forever will raise his ire, but if someone could really instill that belief in him they may very well crush his whole being. - Where are you Maraina?!
- True Death - Astaroth does not let anyone know that he can even conceive of his own death, but the deeper truth is that he is afraid of it. The closer someone brings him to his own death the more fear runs through his mind. One or Two resurrections is nothing to Astaroth, however if you bring him down far enough and close enough to death he will Show his fear and begin to panic. - I cannot die... ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ⋅⋅ ᶰᵒᵗ⋅⋅ ᵈᶦᵉ
Goals:
- Find Maraina in the Seireitei and Drag her down to Hell - Sweet.. innocent little Mariana.., once i find you i will bring you down to my domain and make you my loyal little Toy, like I always wanted!
- Become one of the Envianar - Those Akki.. Arrogant hollows who broke their pitiful little masks.. I Will show you how powerful a Shingami sent to hell can be!
- Break Free of His Chains - Escaping Hell is such a tiresome endeavor.. I Need to be free of these Damned chains that bind me to this piss soaked Realm!
Alignment: Passive Evil
Aspect of Hell: [Ressurection]
Overall Personality:
Astaroth is a child of Hell first and foremost. He is driven by his baser desires, lust and vengeance and rage are his main drivers and the emotions that he holds closest. He is mostly incapable of True love and believes that it does not exist. Valentin Holst however still exists deep down inside of Astaroth and still hopes that someone can pierce his Apostate Heart and warm his stony flesh with more than a hot and sweaty race for who can orgasm first.
Astaroth is a Different man depending first and foremost on the gender he is dealing with. Females are beneath him, meant to serve him and his desires whenever he wishes. if they desire to fight him he will play with them in more than one sense until the fight has to get serious, which may be too late for Astaroth in truth against most powerful women that exist in the universe. If he is facing a man whom he deems too weak to bother with he will not even draw a weapon, allowing himself to get cut or sliced up until he gets annoyed enough to cleave the speck in half.
For someone of his immense size and weight, he is a stealthy man at heart, loving to toy with his targets and trick them into believing he is some part of the scenery. He will also move around silently and simply stay completely out of sight just hoping that his target with drive themselves into a frenzy before he comes in at them swinging wildly. His Truest Desire with fighting an opponent is to drive them into a frothing frenzy so he can use his full potential in a trade of blows to the death.
If there is a person who somehow discovers what Astaroths fears are they will have to e careful where they tread. They could move him to be either a weeping and useless wet tissue or they could enrage the largest demon ever to grace the seireitei or human world. Astaroth will deny it up and down but he guards his shingami "Weak spot" with reckless abandon and if you brush by it even slightly he will try and kill you for even getting close.
-Powers-
Fighting Style:
Astaroth is a creature that Fights with Endless Rage and Strength, using his massive weight with insane strength behind it. His Blows are Wild and uncontrolled, Sending Shockwaves out through space and tearing things apart. His Intense Rage keeps him barreling through Fights while taking hits harder and harder as he breaks apart with each successive blow he is dealt. The Weight of his Body hangs in the air around him with the kicked up ash and dust released from his broken body. He Is a Powerhouse of rage and Reckless combat such that he Has abandoned the use of conventional Weapons and Taken to harnessing the Chains of Hell that bind his soul.
When he has his Chains Summoned they are used for Sweeping Area Strikes that devastate whatever they touch as well as having the capability of being used precisely like a whip. The Chains are Made of Compressed Hell ash and Bone like his own body and Burn with a Black smoke like fire. He Is Astaroth the Undying, Lord of Bone and Ash and will crush any who fall into his path into more fodder for his body. The Larger he Becomes the more of a testament to his Legacy there is for all to see. When he fights it is not just to win but to utterly destroy his opponent and any who ally with them. He is the Mortar and pestle that will grind all to Ash and dust.
Likewise He Can Form these Chains into Twin Swords that Also Slough off that Black Ash fire, when he uses these blades he swings with such force that the air screams as it is cut violently with the blades. Astaroth is a Demon in all senses of the word, Bloodthirsty and Reckless. When he uses his blades it is to chop and slice not to maim but to Rend and End the life of anything that meets their edge. He May even use them on himself out of pure rage.
Aeterna Delicti - Mors Feria The Death of Living Ash
Mors Feria is the name for Astaroths power, as at once it is a description of his End. The Death of Living Ash is a Power that is molded less discovered, it is not something One uses like the power to control fire it just.. IS. Mors Feria is likewise a description of what his body is, He is no longer made of flesh and bone Astaroth has been Beaten beyond that, part of his curse that sent him to hell as well. Astaroths true form is a Spirit Anchored to Naught but The chains of Hell and a select few skulls. Mors Feria is his prison as well as his Shield, it keeps the Monstrous power of his Soul trapped inside of this physical form while keeping his soul from being harmed directly. There is the Benefit of Mors Feria It is his Prison and So it will work to keep his Spirit form contained and Bound, When you are damaging Astaroth you are also Damaging his prison.
Primus - Mors Dura, the Hard Death
Astaroth is a creature Built of Ash and bone that is Held together by his own Force of Will. When he bleeds it is not a liquid is a Smoking Ash fire of black that fills the air with a caustic fume. The Hard Death Comes from the fact that Astaroths bones can not be broken as he has no bones to break, He Can be cut but can not bleed liquid only ash fire that flows like lava. The power of Mors dura is as follows. Whenever Astaroth is Damaged he Begins to slough off the compressed ash and bone he is made of, For Every hit he takes he is reduced in weight by a number of pounds equal to 20% of the Attacks Offensive strength.
For Every pound of Weight he looses he also looses 1 point in strength score, So a technique that hits with 100 OS, takes off 20 pounds and 20 points of his strength. Injuries Sustained this way are instantly removed as his body forms new ash over it making him less and less dense, removed limbs can not be regrown this way. Astaroth can not be Killed until he hits 25% of his Original Strength. Once he hits 25% of his original strength his Soul breaks free of the prison that is his "Body" and becomes Vulnerable to attack. A Single Blow will kill his spectral form in this state. Astaroth's has a flaw in his body, it can not Flex as hard as muscle and blood. and therefor to beat his flex defense you need only have 50% of his physical strength.
Infernus - Vincula Irae, Chains of Renewal
These Are Literally the Chains of Hell that Bind Astaroths Soul and spectral form that Come Bursting forth from his Core. These Chains Wrap around from his Upper arm all the way down to his Wrists where they dig back into his flesh waiting to be unleashed. These Chains Slough off the Same Burning Caustic Fumes that he Does when he is wounded and they do so constantly. They Move and rattle on their own accord when he is standing still and he grins and groans as they do. These Chains Are Malleable in form once they are drawn out by Activating the Infernus, Able to be shattered and Reformed into Swords If need be, One or two Blades can be formed, leaving him with a chain and blade if he should wish it. The Chains Can Hit a Target a Number of feet away equal to Astaroths Reaitsu Strength.
Mors Semita - The Death Path
The Chains Of Vincula Irae are Far reaching and burn On impact, and the Blades are jagged and tear deeply. When these implements of Hell touch a target Astaroth can Drain Strength from the opponent touched, only so long as he has lost strength during the battle. For every point of strength Astaroth has lost he can spend 1 point of reaitsu up to the amount of strength lost to fuel this technique. This Technique requires the Blades or chains to impact the target but once Done the character struck Looses offensive power equal to Half of the amount of Reaitsu spent. (From their main OS, not only their physical strength) This power is then transfered into Astaroth as Strength returning to him equal to the full amount of reaitsu spent. For Every 100 points of strength he returns with this technique he can also regenerate a single limb if any have been lost, this limb regeneration must occur at time of activation and can not be banked for later use. (Example He spends 100 reaitsu. the target looses 50 OS and Astaroth gains back 100 Strength)
Feria os Restituet - Restore Ash and Bone
Vincula Irae burns like an open wound on Astaroths body, and not many figure out why until it is too late. Whenever Astaroth Hits anything, living or not he can pump it full of this Burning Ash fire and cause it to turn to ash like him and flow away into a neat pile. The cost differs based on what it is being used on, he can even use this to target Techniques Thrown at him. Astaroth's Infernus Must be of a Class Above the Targets technique and Astaroth must have Higher strength than it, he does not have to have class superiority on a creature but must have Offensive superiority. He must Expend reatisu equal to the amount Spent To Create the technique (The original technique not any modifiers to it) OR an amount equal to 10% of the Targets Maximum Reaitsu Pool. The Technique hit by Restituet is then Dispersed into a Cloud of Ash, this cloud rushes forward and clings into the targets wounds burning them with the intensity of their own attack (their own OS). When Targeting a Creature with this They are not immediately destroyed but any Wounds they have taken this thread are instantly Scorched with Black ash fire and they erupt in a cloud of Ash in a similar fashion, A Creature hit directly with this suffers damage as if they were burned with Astaroths offensive stat once for every wound they have suffered.
Tenetur Est - Bound Soul
Astaroth Can Latch his Vincula Irae to an opponent in such a Fashion that it can not be removed without removing their own flesh and bone. His Weapons are Surged with the flames of Hell and Rage, the weapons surge through the air towards the Target at High speed, 100 Speed for Every 25 Reaitsu spent on this technique Up to a maximum of 500 speed for spending 125 Reaitsu. The Weapons once they strike the Enemy Erupt with fire and Cauterize themselves into the Flesh of the Target Being unable to be removed Unless the Character has double the strength of Astaroth. While the Weapons are latched into the Target if they are bound by chains they are limited to the length of the chain. The Swords are worse, Allowing him to act as if the Weapons have struck the Target At any given time over any range.
Forma Frater - Build a Bro
Astaroth knows he is made of Ash and has learned to control his form Relatively Well. He Will Literally impale himself with his Blades Or Take his chains and Tie them around his waist and Rip himself in half. This can only be done when he is at 100% he has not been Reduced in Size at all. He Splits himself in half Literally Ripped in half Cutting His Strength by 50% And placing it into two bodies. This Form Lasts until the Rest of the duration of the Infernus and the bodies are attached by the Chains of Hell that bind Astaroth Tieing the two bodies within 100 feet of each other, however this chain can be interacted with, not broken but interacted with. The Two bodies of Astaroth Have The Same Stats as Astaroth when he is whole Save for his strength is cut by 50% and Speed is increased by The Lost Amount of strength Up to the 3x maximum. These Bodies can use Techniques independently of each other but use the same pool of Reaitsu. The Spiritual form Is However Thrust out of the Twin Bodies The Spirit Holds the chains Attached to the Twin Bodies as if it was a puppet master and that is precisely what it is during this Technique. The Bodies during this Technique Are Immune to Damage on their own but any strike to the spectral form damages both bodies simultaneously. And once they hit their vulnerability point the next strike kills Astatroth as normal.
Drawback - He looses a LOT of strength During this Technique. He must Also Expend 20% of his maximum Reaitsu to Activate this tech.
Supremus - Anima Renovare, Renewal of the Soul
When Astaroth Activate the Supremus form of his Aeterna Delicti His Ash Completely Sloughs off. All of the Ash and Fire Dissipates and his Spectral form is left defenseless, or is it? His Spectral Form is covered in the Chains of Hell that are Attached to Four skulls. He is Reduced to 6 feet in height and Made to weigh only about 200 pounds worth of chain and skull as his spectral form is weightless itself. He No longer looses weight when Struck but still looses Strength at a rate of 10% of the offensive stat that strikes him.
During this Form Astaroths Spiritual form looses its Weakness to impact and can take a Hit just as well as any form could that possesses as much strength as he does. He Can Flex as any flesh and blood body could restoring the Strength requirement to break his flex defense to superiority. The Skulls on Chain can be used as Weapons, being unbreakable chains of hell and having a Reach of 300 feet at maximum traveling at half of his Strength in speed being treated as a Class Equal to Astaroths Supremus.
Omega Linea Rerum Ridens - The End of All Laughter, Reborn into Rage
When this Technique is activated Astaroth Expends 150 Reaitsu and pours it down his chains into the Skulls. The Skulls begin to laugh and Cackle as they rise into the air growing black and starting to smoke in black ash fire. The Laughter begins to fade and turn into roars of Rage, Just guttural roaring and rage filled growls and grunts before they all Fly into Astaroths body. The Black ash fire Coats Astaroths Spectral form and turns his white smoky form into a Solid Black Glassy form, legs instead of wisp. When he takes a step it is like a thunder clap, as Astaroth has been Returned his his Previous Bodies Full weight without the height. Compressed down into a Regular Human sized form but having a 40 foot tall stone bodies worth of Weight.
The Awe inspiring Feat of carrying that much crushing weight inside of a tiny Body is impressive enough However this translates into an unimaginably Dense Being, With enough strength and presence to warp the world around himself. During this form Which Lasts for the remaining time of the Supremus Release Any shockwave that Astaroth forms is considered to be Equal Class as His Supremus, and Travels at Twice it's normal speed. The Shockwave he fires is not just a Rippling of Air it is Black ash fire that streaks through the air leaving the smell of A Freshly burnt Campfire in it's wake. He Can Send them with something as simple as a Finger flick or a Full power punch, each of which explodes with all of the force he is capable of producing. These improved Shockwaves can only travel 1 foot for every two points of Strength astaroth has. Meaning if he had 100 Strength the shockwave would travel 500 feet.
When this Technique is activated Astaroth Expends 150 Reaitsu and pours it down his chains into the Skulls. The Skulls begin to laugh and Cackle as they rise into the air growing black and starting to smoke in black ash fire. The Laughter begins to fade and turn into roars of Rage, Just guttural roaring and rage filled growls and grunts before they all Fly into Astaroths body. The Black ash fire Coats Astaroths Spectral form and turns his white smoky form into a Solid Black Glassy form, legs instead of wisp. When he takes a step it is like a thunder clap, as Astaroth has been Returned his his Previous Bodies Full weight without the height. Compressed down into a Regular Human sized form but having a 40 foot tall stone bodies worth of Weight.
The Awe inspiring Feat of carrying that much crushing weight inside of a tiny Body is impressive enough However this translates into an unimaginably Dense Being, With enough strength and presence to warp the world around himself. During this form Which Lasts for the remaining time of the Supremus Release Any shockwave that Astaroth forms is considered to be Equal Class as His Supremus, and Travels at Twice it's normal speed. The Shockwave he fires is not just a Rippling of Air it is Black ash fire that streaks through the air leaving the smell of A Freshly burnt Campfire in it's wake. He Can Send them with something as simple as a Finger flick or a Full power punch, each of which explodes with all of the force he is capable of producing. These improved Shockwaves can only travel 1 foot for every two points of Strength astaroth has. Meaning if he had 100 Strength the shockwave would travel 500 feet.
-History-
Birthplace: I Was Born in the Scandinavia area originally, and then sent to the soul Society before being sent to hell.
Current Residence: Hell
Memorable Figures: Maraina - His Former Wife who he murdered.
History:
Valentin Holst was born to a nameless Clan of raiders in the Scandinavian area, probably somewhere near the coast of Norway. His clan was filled with the worst sorts of people, rapists and killers and theives. His Father was never 'Married' as anyone outside of the clan would know the word, Valentin's mother was not even of their clan. Valentin's Mother was a Traveler from northern Asia that happened to be in a caravan that Valentin's father was raiding. He took her as his personal slave, breaking her mind and body until she was totally subservient to him and his demands.
Valentin was born into this lifestyle, taking what you had the strength to take and accepting when someone was stronger than you until they weren't anymore. This entire clan's law was based on this strength and knowing when to pick a fight and when to leave well enough alone. Valentin never really learned this concept and would often pick a fight with more than one kid at a time and thus would get beaten and bloodied very often even if he never did loose. His Father taught him exactly how to hurt a man and how to kill him quickly.
There was a time when Valentin was about Sixteen years old and he was starting to get interested in women, he had his eye on one particular clan member who ignored him at every turn. She was instead with a weaker little coward, or at least that's how Valentin saw him. Valentin plotted and planned for weeks before finally finding them when they were alone in the woods, impaling the boy with a sharpened tree branch and dragging the Girl naked and screaming into the center of the Clans Tent City, taking her in front of the whole clan.
This was dangerous because he could be challenged during it, but Valentin knew that if he did this the girl had no choice but to obey him or kill herself afterwards. The Girl Became Valentin's and for a few years he was happy, but never did she produce a child for him. He took her to the shaman and had her examined. The Shaman pointed out the problem to be Valentin telling him that his spirit was too powerful to produce a child with a normal Human woman. He Was meant to breed with Gods and spirits, to go and seek out such a woman in the forests to the north.
Valentin went out into the Forests to the north, which were said to be home to a Vicious Serpent woman eating the souls of men and woman alike. When Valentin traveled the forest he eventually found her. She had a Half Mask that covered her face, bare chest and a body wrapped around the nearest tree. Valentin overpowered this Women-like creature and had his way with her, but she was not content to sit idle while he recovered. Instead Valentin found his body temperature rising until he was sweating uncontrollably, getting wrapped up by the snake-like form of this Hollow.
This Hollow Began to Take bite after bite out of Valentin until he died, but instead of devouring his soul she chased him. All the way back to his village. The Hollow Proceeded to feed and gorge herself on the entire village, as it seemed that only Valentin and the shaman were capable of seeing this creature. Valentin Ran, His soul chain clanking in the cold air around him as he screamed for anyone who could hear him. He ran for days, slowly becoming more and more frightened, he was dead and death was one of his largest fears, he had always thought himself to be immortal.
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Eventually He found himself in the soul society. He Could not remember the Shinigami who had performed the Konso on him or even how long he had been dead before that. He Was in The Zaraki district, member of a Gang that would rough up just about anything and anyone they came across. Eventually he had made himself up to be the Gangs top enforcer and was known as "Oni" or Demon by those of Japanese descent. He Would have at any time between Three and four Women in what was essentially his own personal Harem.
Eventually They saw a few shinigami come through on the odd patrol and Valentin wondered about what they were, not having cared before about learning too much about the Culture of the Rukongai and more focusing on just surviving. When he found out what a shinigami was he was instantly interested and went to the academy, having had enough Ryo to put himself through from his Criminal activity. He Found that the Classes were a lot More intense that he had initially thought.
The Classes that dealt with Reiatsu control or kido he failed miserably at, but weapon combat he excelled at. He was a monster with a sword in his hand and that was what essentially Took him through the Academy as he was terrible at most anything else. He Was immediately taken in to Squad Eleven for his martial skill. His Zanpakuto was a relatively Simple Zanpakuto a Set of bracers that sovered his Ankles and Wrists but did very little while just in shikai other than making him stronger. He Was a Dangerous Fighter even without a complex Zanpakuto, using just his own pure force to drive away Hollows.
It was about a hundred years until he was able to use Bankai, becoming Vice captain of Squad Eleven. His Bankai was feared even by his own captain because it would make him loose All control of his own desires and blood lust. Valentin however would not believe that he was a monster while in Bankai, he believed himself to be in control because of course he would see everyone as an enemy in that state. His Bankai Added a Norse Style Blade to his Released form as well as increased the gravitational pressure of his soul, crushing most opponents to dust just by getting too close.
It was another Five years before he met Maraina, another member of Squad Eleven. She was quite taken with him and his strength and would often flirt with him. they danced around a solid relationship for several years before finally committing to the idea and getting married, Maraina was 5th seat at the time. Maraina was a lovely Woman with a Zanpakuto that created endless amounts of Kunai for her to throw which could be connected by Steel wires made of Compressed Reiatsu that would Cut like a Razor blade. They were a very happy couple for a few more years.
One Day the Seireitei became under assault by a small Group of Arrancars, leading what seemed like an army of hollows. Squad Eleven was the first to respond as always. The Captain Commanded Valentin to Go deeper into the Army and utilize his Bankai, in the center of a large amount of foes he would Cut through much of the army before long. What the Captain couldn't have Considered was that one of the Arrancar's ressurecion's was Spacial distortion. Once Valentin Used his Bankai Valentin was no longer aware of what was friend or what was foe and was transported into the center of Squad eleven's forces..
I was an hour before he was even able to see through the bloody red haze of his Bankai. in his years of training to master it he had been graced with a Period of lucidity at the end of his bankai, a gauge of when it was ending. He Found himself holding Maraina from a hole he had punched through her chest, her sobbing bloodily about how she loved him, reaching out for him before his Blade sliced through her neck just seconds before he had control of his body again. He Was in the center of the Most heinous Carnage imaginable, having slain the arrancars before the entire Squad.. What had remained of them tried to Stop him.
He Let out a painful roar and dropped too his knees, finally aware of his own Vile heart, aware now of his own sins. He Started to incant a Curse on himself, meant to send himself to hell. He wasn't aware if shinigami had any control over who or what went to Hell, but he would damn sure try. He looked around and after seeing no portal opening he snapped his own Blade in half, Still in Bankai. He looked down at his Wife's lifeless head staring up at him before he swallowed the upper half of the blade, just before he died he smiled as the gates of hell began to form.
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When Valentin Woke up in hell it was to the sound of a Wet sucking and popping sound. He Wasn't sure but he could swear it was all around him. He opened his eyes to darkness, finding himself unable to move. He Was being swallowed by a large Demonic being, a Kushanāda. His Body was crushed and devoured, being dissolved in Acid before he blacked out and was revived an unknown time later wearing nothing but burned and tattered Hakama pants, a Crystalline growth on his right arm where his Release bracer should have been. His Hair was no longer blonde but a pale bone color.
He was Abused and broken over the next hundred years by countless denizens of Hell, Enslaved by several different Akki before being abandoned. His mind was broken by a Domineering Akkii female name Akasha, she drove him to be most of what he is now. He Was Loyal to her until she Went off to become an Evainar and she abandoned him like trash. He Vowed then that he would become one to Crush her under his heel and show her how she had treated him.
He trained against other Hason until his body was broken, over and over again he would find himself being laid down in the Ash and bones that made up the sandy floor of Hell. He Found that the Ash and bone dust would Collect around his new Bracer-like growth and as he concentrated he could bring it up and around himself. Eventually he began to ingrain that Ash and bone into his own body, eventually Solidifying himself into a stone body. The more he would gain in strength the larger he would get, eventually Growing into a giant like-stature.
