Post by Torre Vulci on Jun 23, 2019 3:24:52 GMT -5
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" I'll Let My Soul Burn Brightly!"Discord/Chatango Username (include nicknames): Naraku620
Password 1: Black Hole
Password 2: Moon Pray
Type: Fighter version 1
Affiliation: Espada
Rank: Segunda Fraccion
Theme Song:
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-Basic Information-
" The Being Born in a Bath of Wrath"Name: Torre Vulci
Age of Death/Rebirth: 27 / 28
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 80 / 28
Birthday (Month/Day): July / 14th
Blood Type: O
RP Sample (Optional):
It wasn't his first time staring out at the Atlantic ocean from the coast of Brazil, but it was certain to not gonna be his last. He wasn't quite aware of how important the vision of the ocean was to him with his memories of when he was alive being severely distorted. Yet despite his mind constantly moving from moment of rage to moment of calm, to one severity to the other, he knew one thing entirely. The ocean, while he did not like to be touched by water, was something that helped sooth his weary soul calming him even in his times of blind fury.
As for why it was important, it didn't quite matter to him for enjoying such little things every here and there wasn't a bad thing at all. However he always did wonder why this one thing always got to him, enraged or calm, the ocean always seemed to help him relax. After a intense fight with anyone who was willing to pick a fight with him, to after doing a errand or request for a Espada. The ocean never failed him in that one simple regard whether it was a good or a really bad day, it always calmed him down.
He would spent hours simply gazing at it if he could, from dusk unto dawn if possible. It was just something he could never really deny himself a chance to enjoy, yet he fully knew it was bitter sweet. The intense love and fascination for the waters of the ocean was constantly met with his fear of water and general dislike for the liquid. Like the heavens and the earth ever eternally separated by the sky, like two lovers who could never embrace each other.
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-Appearance-
" The Visage of Wrath "Height/Weight: 6'9'' / 248 lb pure muscle.
Physical Description:
Torre possesses Ash-black with strips of hair being red, orange, and yellow to simulate a fire like appearance alone. But with the ash-black hair, it takes more of a magma appearance. As his mood seems to worsen with his rage, his hair seemingly starts turning redder and redder till its at its maximum of a deep crimson with golden yellow highlights. His hair takes on the appearance of a messy collection of spiked hair. His hairs total length goes all the way down to just past his chin. He has extensions naturally made that look like braided pony-tails, two of them in number that go down to his chest from the back part of his head. When his mood starts to worsen the braids naturally seem to come undone as if by themselves, letting his hair become a wild mess during his rampages. When he calms down the hair seems to naturally braid itself back together as if nothing had happened at all. When Torre gets extremely irritated and goes into a berserk state, his hair tends to light ablaze. When he calms down, the flames that were there slowly turn back into his normal hair colors as he calms down.
His eye color always is a ash-black in color, however whenever he gets extremely pissed off its known to turn a gold color. The iris and the actual pupil are both ash black in color, making him look like a soulless man who only wants destruction. Torre is a very muscular man, yet not a too muscular man to be the fact. He’s no body building, protein junkie that looks like a living human tank, but he’s no soft joe either. Torre is muscular enough to be a middleweight boxer, enough muscle to deliver fatal and dangerous punches. While light enough to be able to dodge punches of the same caliber with moderate ease. Torre's face is a soft chocolate brown skin tone, however the father down and closer to the chest he gets the darker his skin tone becomes. Eventually getting to his chest as a ashen black like color of flesh this color stretches through his torso stopping at his shoulders, thighs, and to the base of his neck. Yet while his left eye is wrapped up in black cloth, to those fortunate to see it revealed see the outer area around it to be the same blacken ash color.
To put it lightly, he smells of that like brimstone and ash. In depth his smell changes depending on his mood signalling his level of rage. When hes calm it has its normal scent of brimstone and sulfur, however when he is slightly annoyed he smells burning coal. As his rage increases in level it changes to different variety of burning scents. The second lowest level of when hes actually annoyed is revved up to burning copper. The highest point of his rage typically has his scent becoming the scent of burning flesh. Torre has the mid tone voice, a low enough voice to give the impression that he's always serious even when hes seemingly calm and having fun. In reality its due to the fact that he always has his guard up when he is around other beings. When he is alone or when he is nearby the Atlantic ocean he has a soft tone like hes greeting a old friend.
His basic clothing is very simple in taste and basic in style, for it is the school clothes of a teacher, a messy teacher. He wears a plain white shirt with a black jacket without using the sleeves. The jacket is connected by a single chain that lays against his lower collar bone and it is the only thing keeping it attached due to Torre’s style of fashion getting in the way of it being worn normally. He wears formal black dress pants, all held to his waist line with a belt while the design of said pants are normal and lacking anything superb to make it seem special finished up with black dress shoes. This was what he looked like back when he was a living male of 27 years of age. Now he wears a identical styled outfit however, it is in the espada white and black color pattern as well as him reframing from wearing gloves and shoes. The only other piece of clothing he wears are wrapped up bandages around his ankles/ feet and his hands and across his left eye.
Taking on the appearance of a shoulder pauldron with a single flat top spike on the center sticking out. His fragment rests on his right shoulder taking up the entirety of it, causing his fashion to never really pass it or cover it. Occasionally if one was keeping a good enough watch on him, a small puff of black smoke would flow out of the spike on his shoulder. The puff of smoke having a familiar smell to sulfur with great intensity, often making it easy to know where he went by the lingering smell. His hollow hole consumes up his entire left eye, this however only takes up the space for his actual eye. His eyebrow for that side still remains which tends to make it weird when it tries to glare at people.
His reiatsu type gives off a very calm feeling, but it’s false calm. In reality his reiatsu is like a volcano, beautiful to look at when it’s in its dormant state. Yet when it’s awakens it only brings chaos and destruction without a single bit of warning, not stopping until its destruction is satisfied. His " Awakening " is caused and entirely dependent on his mood, he could be annoyed or even frustrated and it would still read as calm. Only once he loses his cool and explodes into a rampant fury does his reiatsu awaken and reveal its true feeling to those who can understand that.
Zodiac:Leo
Arcana: Number 15 The Devil.
Dominant hand: Right.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
Water touching him: The cooling sensation that comes with contact with water typically is pleasant to him, however he finds its disturbing to say the least. Finding himself to be aligned with the element of fire, being in contact with water as well as it naturally cooling him off is enough to make him shiver. This reasoning also applies to ice or severely cold area's naturally disturbing him or making him feel uncomfortable.
Idiots: While he understands that his rampages can cause problems for his superiors as well as his fellow arrancars, he just cannot stand those who make a fool of themselves or disgrace themselves. Idiots finding him to feel enraged just by looking at them, he has a harder time tolerating them often thinking on how to crush them quickly.
Shinigami: While this is just him being a arrancar and being bias, he does have a tendency to tolerate certain types of Shinigami. However the vast majority of them are just irritating to look at if not even talk to. Yet if he is forced to work with a shinigami for whatever scenario shows itself, he will treat them like a comrade in arms.
Humans: To him humans are no better than other lesser hollows, willing to betray and backstab each other at a moments notice. While this does not seem to apply to children, who he seems to always have a warm smile for despite not knowing why. Torre has gone out of his way to keep a human child safe from a lesser hollow or any other form of threat, but adults do not get the same treatment. He is far more likely to attack and brutally destroy adult humans than he is ever to protect them.
Anything that manages to piss him off: This is very self explaining as while he is at his most powerful when enraged, he does not like being always angry. Often attempting to avoid doing things, being near things or people, or whatever he knows has a tendency to agitate him. However unfortunately for him that typically does not work out for him causing another rampage soon after ending one.
Likes:
Sakura blossom trees:
While the sakura blossom trees are a new interest to himself since entering Japan a few times throughout a year. He found the flowers that only bloomed once a year to be a fascinating plant to indulge with his curiosity. The phrase " Never the same as before " never really stuck to him until he watched the trees bloom. The first time he saw them he thought he had accidentally walked into a paradise of serenity to forever calm his angry soul. Ever since that first encounter with the plant he had made a personal goal to watch the flowers bloom whenever he could.
The Atlantic Ocean:
Without any real idea as to why hes so fixated on that specific ocean, he always went to a spot to look at it. Whenever he was in need of calm and focus he went to the ocean to simply enjoy its presence and take it all in. The cool breeze that comes with the winds coming in from the ocean, to its specific salty scent. Everything about it was something he held dear to the core of his soul, without ever understanding why or how he got this affection for it. Something deep inside the very roots of his soul longed for the ocean, fully aware of the risks that came with it.
Italian food: While he never really grew up in the country of Italy, something about their style of cooking was appealing to him. The texture of the noodles, the seasonings used to heighten their flavor or bring out untold natural flavors. As well as the perfect serving sizes of the meat meals, pasta's, and other meals made it easy for him to quickly enjoy the meal. If anything besides the sea were to bring him a sense of enjoyment or satisfaction it would be Italian pasta for the most basic of reasons, to enjoy good food.
Sea food: Sea food serves as a form of pride or ego booster in Torre's mind, to eat something from his beloved Ocean while not getting wet. Nothing puts him in a greater mood than a properly cooked fish as his first or last meal of the day. After having such a meal its much harder to agitate him after satisfying him at a more primordial level. Even accepting sea food as a peaceful meal, using it in times of negotiation in order to keep the calm between him and whoever was on the opposite side of the table.
Nature: The ever evolving and recovering world of plant life always amuses Torre to no end. The never ending fact that no matter how much his rage destroys, it will eventually return to the way it looked before. Whether that time is hundreds of years or mere dozens, to see everything he does undone in time makes him wanna keep the natural beauty of things intact. However he can't seem to stand the buildings and other constructs humans have made in the place where plant life should be, being all too willing to destroy it.
Grape flavored sweets: A remnant of his past self holding on to his soul from a time where things were simplistic. While modern times Torre doesn't quite understand why he even likes the things he likes, it feels satisfying to chew on when on scouting & guard missions. Always carrying a small bag on his person holding small purple orb like candy whenever nothing big is going down. If one is capable of getting on his good side or is a temporary ally that survived a severe fight, he might just share one with you.
Lemons: Torre is known for a few strange things, but one of his strangest is his love for lemons. Not lemon juice, but whole lemons that he bites into just like he would to a apple. Something about the acidity is a extreme deliciousness to him which ends up being his normal snack whenever hes not on a task. On times where hes on the World of the Living he often takes lemons if he happens to see them, squeezing the juice out of them drinking it down.
Flaws:
Destructive: Torre when he loses his temper or just feels like making someone suffer, is quite destructive with how he intends to do it. Often letting himself miss the target in order to destroy the scenery for secret shits and giggles that keep him amused. However he does over enjoy the needless destruction of everything around him often losing himself in the act. It doesn't take much to snap him back into focus of the main goal or fight at hand, but doesn't mean he will calm down.
Brutal: Torre is just as brutal as he is destructive, for when he feels like making a person suffer or feel tortured. He goes all out, he wants to break every single bone in their body. He wants to melt their flesh and cook their muscles to their melting point, forcing them to feel the immense pain if not flat out die from shock. He wants nothing to be untouched when he wants someone really, really dead, but that typically makes the surrounding environment also be destroyed.
Careless: He often is quite a “ Go fuck yourself” Kinda man, not really caring about others problems or ideals. Often only giving a shit when it’s interesting enough to make him even think of possibly being allies with the said person. Otherwise he could just not give half a flying fuck about what the person wants or needs. However if the being commands a large enough force or vast enough amounts of power, he will acknowledge them and their words.
Beast-like: While not always common, it is one of Torre’s most dangerous bad habits and mental set ups. When Torre is calm, he acts like a civilized man who knows what to do to survive. Yet when he loses himself to his wrath, he ends up becoming more of a beast like basic hollow when it comes to self survival. “ Kill to avoid being killed “ Only makes it worse when hes ready to blow up like a volcano.
Vengeful: For those who betrayed him, for those who back-stabbed him when they got the chance. He refused to forget, he refused to forgive and he wanted to end their pathetic lives as fast and as brutal as possible. Torre is a vengeful man, one to ditch whatever he is doing just to go out and hunt down the backstabbing scum at a moments notice. Dragging the body back just to make the poor excuse of a fool into a example for others who may be thinking of the same thing.
Habits:
Turning Feral during combat, attacking friend or foe.
Over cooking everything to a burned state.
Being lost in thought about the ocean.
Fears:
Being touched by water.
Irrational fear of drowning despite him not needing to breath air.
Goals:
Destroying everything that gets in his way.
Serving the Espada loyally.
Find a worthy opponent to want to battle multiple times.
Discovering the weird reason the ocean calms him.
Be in Japan every year to see the sakura blossoms bloom.
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Aspect of Death: Wrath
Overall Personality:
Over all Torre is the strong, but silent type of man choosing to talk when he feels its a necessity. Despite that he will openly talk when talking to a superior or to someone that he grows close to. Torre while being always a angry man, is quite honestly a patient man with people. His temper only gets dangerous once it builds up too much, otherwise hes quite patient enough to try to get rid of the pest bothering him or try to understand the person he is dealing with. Hes very tolerant of those who fail him in any form of way, physical or mental. For he will give them as many tries and attempts as they see needed until a certain point is reached. Then he just ends their pathetic life and moves on to the next sap he cares little about.
For those who have him working for them, he prefers not to disappoint those who are under contract or deal with him. This also irritates him when he actually does manage to fail somehow, so he happily takes whatever punishment he’s dealt. Torre holds himself high for the fact that he was able to live even as long as he already has. Even then hes not stupid, he knows when to show off his pride like the hollow that he is and when to keep it subtle to not irritate other people. Course when it comes to how he would talk about himself if he had too, he would talk about only the things he found prideful and important about him.
Torre while known to be a berserking hot head, does have his moments of both strict code and honor. Torre refuses to harm a child in any form of way as long as he is capable of helping it. As such if he ends up harming a child in one of his berserk rampages, he typically sulks by himself to punish himself for doing such a thing. As well as he refuses to fight someone if they are disarmed unless they rise to the challenge and fight him barehanded, they tend to earn respect if they do. That being said he tends to go against anyone who has dominance over him, like a Espada's, orders if he feels the need is a necessary thing. Of course he is willing to take any punishment they deem fit for his act of defiance, even if it means whipping him till he bleeds dry.
Torre respects the honor in a one on one fight, even if his ally begs him for aid. This is born from his time as a adjuchas believing that if another being is being hunted by someone else, then he will simply wait it out and see who wins. While this doesn't entirely make sense currently if a ally to beg for help and him to refuse it, it also serves a darker reasoning. Torre constantly looks for a reason to let himself blow up on someone, to avenge a fellow arrancar, to protect the honor of his Espada, any reason. Even if the being is a higher ranking arrancar or a Espada he will bark back and bite at them metaphorically if not literally for attacking him or his Espada's reputation or honor.
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-Powers-
" My rage will destroy everything in its path" Fighting Style:
Torre in life used boxing as a way to cope with his destructive rage, so in death what he learned followed him. Torre fights like a middle weight class mixed fighter, using techniques from both boxing and kick boxing as his mixed martial arts fighting. These techniques are meant to be adaptive if not flexible with whoever he is facing at the time. Combating someone in his preferred range of close to point blank, he mixes in quick sharp jabs with out of the blue round house kicks. Over time if he believes his opponent is reading up his moves he swaps to his far more defensive fighting style. Waiting for his opponent to make a opening and kneeing or punching them with all of his force at once depending on blind spot is available.
Normally Torre never brings his sword out to play, typically keeping that restrained for fights he considers to be serious life or death scenario's. Once he does his fighting style changes dramatically to a more wild and unpredictable if berserk, or defensive and counter attacking if calm. During his berserk sword fighting he swings the sword around violently like hes trying to hit just about anything, not caring if its a vital spot or simply a finger. During the berserk mind set he abandons his mixed boxing fighting style and wields his sword like its a greatsword. During his calm sword fighting he uses a mix of his fist boxing and sword play to keep the enemy on their toes. Sending out a barrage of quick jabs towards the torso or skull if they aren't guarding it, following up with a powerful horizontal slice towards their torso or legs.
Once he shifts into his primera etapa form all hell breaks loose. Without his sword he returns to the mixed boxing fighting style however with a little added firepower to them. During this form he combats like a enraged animal backed into a corner, using whatever he can to kill his opponent. Whether that's punching holes straight through their bodies, to grinding their heads down against the floor while running. While he does use the mixed boxing fighting style, that's only to those who can stand their ground to him. If hes able to get his hands on any part of your body, he will swing you around like a rag-doll hoping to break every bone in your body.
The closer to death he gets, the more dangerous he becomes in a fight. Willing to pick up rubble from a destroyed building, a light pole, a tree, or hell even the building itself. Coupled with his power of generating dangerous levels of heat and bathing his body in the generated heat. He will even purposely get himself wounded just to get closer to his enemy so that he could beat on them with his fists and legs, as long as at the end of the day hes alive and they are dead.
When it comes to long range opponents he tries his best to use his natural speed to close the distance between the two of them. If hes capable of closing the distance then he does the best he can to keep that distance closed without giving them a inch to spare. Rapidly jabbing and kicks to try to disorient the opponent, hopefully to make them mess up and trip. If there is nothing in sight to push the enemy towards he uses his sword from the back edge to try to trip them up.
Zanpakutou Appearances: Torre's zanpakuto, named Guerra, is around six and a half feet long consisting of the handle being a foot and a half feet long, with the blade being the other five feet in length. The pummel of the sword is flat, with the handle having a hand guard styled similarly to a motorcycle bike handle. The blade has three half circle holes in the back of it with the tip curving up and then back similarly to a over sized scimitar blade.
Primera Etapa: Once the release phrase and name has been uttered, spoken, or yelled out. Torre loses his zanpakuto and becomes engulfed in a ball of raging fire with his shadow from deep inside shifting to show the transformation. Once that completes the ball of raging fire explodes leaving behind a smoke screen that swiftly leaves revealing Torre in his primera form. Now transformed Torre's chest becomes completely exposed, but his arms and legs are covered in a form of boxer themed armor. His head gains a small button jaw line hollow fragment similar to the button jaw of a dragon with teeth that line his chin and cheeks. His back has four small volcano like appendages going down his spine with two large volcano's sticking out of both sides of his shoulders. Travelling to his arms has each of his arms covered from finger to shoulder in the hollow armor, with his hands looking like hollow versions of boxing gloves. On his knuckles are more of these small volcano's with lines of concentrated heat leading up to his shoulders. Mean while his waist line and legs are covered in this medieval full plate like greaves with his feet looking like three talon eagle feet, as that's what dragon feet were originated from. In his form from his eyes down have lines of pure concentrated heat flowing throughout his body, and connect to the many volcano's on his body. The only other detail that shows any form of transformation is he gains a four foot long reptilian tail from his literal tail bone. This tail is black in flesh color, but has the same hollow white scale like armor around him with the purpose of signalling to any near by that he is indeed a dragon in human form.
Zanapkutou Release Names(Include both stage names, and call out phrases)
Primera Etapa phrase: Rampage into destruction, Volcan { Volcano }
Overall Ability: Volcanic Wrath
Torre's ability is themed around the heat generated from the core of a volcano and its manipulation with his mood deciding the amount of heat generated. By generating heat from the inside of his body it allows him to create numerous forms of ways imaginable to attack his poor victims. The heat that's made manifest from his powers takes on the appearance of see through flame like mist, which is visible to the naked eye. The heat is generated depending on his mood, the angrier he gets the more intense heat it becomes. Its easy to tell how hot things are getting depending on his appearance and attitude alone with his blood vessel glowing a bright orange, to his hair starting on fire without warning. Examples of his attitudes are him going from a patient defensive brawler to a full fledged blood thirsty berserker that doesn't care if he gets hit even if it means he could die. Other examples of his body temp increasing are his fighting styles, even when in his berserker mind set he might still use his brawling style. Or he could just pick up the nearest item and chuck it directly at you, most likely setting it on fire during the pick up. The said item could be anything he can manage to pick up, from a rock to a two story building that is most likely starting on fire. The heat that flows around him is another sign on when things are getting hot starting at red it slowly works its way through orange, yellow and finishing up at white. This process takes a while as it goes through a specific pattern of colors with the darker versions of each color going before the actual color. Example being his dark red flames going up to bright red flames when he becomes agitated, or white when hes so pissed off that he doesn't care if he burns down a entire building just to kill you.
Primera Etapa Overall Ability:
In his primera form his original power is heightened to its old stage of power. Due to this his body heat starts leaving through the volcano's on his back and surrounds him in a area of pure heat with a range of his heat starting at sixty feet from himself. This body heat is consistent at 120 degrees, the exact same as his own now unsealed body temperature. He is capable of slowly rising the temperature of the heat field around him by twenty degrees at a time by paying 100 reiatsu per post he wants to raise the heat, at a maximum of three hundred degrees. Thus allowing him to fry someone if they are being seriously annoying to him, or are the poor person in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Other uses of this heat allows him to manipulate the field he generates if he feels like sparing people from having to endure it. Making passage ways and bubbles of free zones that the heat doesn't touch or just reducing the temperature in their areas to a safer level. These passage ways are evenly five feet in width with no maximum on height to allow complete safety, with the bubbles taking up a twenty foot cube of space with no limit on height. The heat itself is visible to the naked eye taking on a red color with the appearance of see through flame like mist. This range moves as Torre moves, but never exceeds sixty feet from his body.
Segunda Etapa Overall Ability (Optional):
This is just the placeholder for when Segunda Etapa is achievable.
Zanpakuto Techniques:
Technique Name: [Furious Flames]
Class: []
Technique Type: [N/A]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Arrancar]
Technique Element: [Fire]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [When Torre uses Furious Flames it causes his fists and legs to be set ablaze, allowing them to achieve a psudo bala like usage. He can unleash heat formed bullets from his punches and kicks, these bullets have the same size as bala's that travel to same range of seventy feet. The uses are limited to six uses costing him 50 Reiatsu per use after six uses Furious Flames deactivates. The bullets deal damage equivalent to first degree burns instead of the usual damage "balas" are capable of doing. ]
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [The user lights their own limbs aflame in order to gain a psudo copy of a normal arrancar technique. Allowing them to launch balls of fire the same size as balas at the exact same speed by spending reiatsu.]
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Furious Flames's bala like attacks can only be used at a maximum of six times per usage of Furious flames. Costs 200 reiatsu to acitvate Furious flames and 50 reiatsu per bullet till uses run out.)
Incantation and Effect:
Made By:
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]
Technique Name: [Shield of Wrathful Heat]
Class: []
Technique Type: [Barrier]
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Arrancar]
Technique Element: [Fire]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [The user holds out both of their hands in front of them as if they were trying to push up a heavy wall. Then channeling reiatsu summoning a circular barrier around the user formed from see through mist like heat. The barrier takes up a ten foot tall square around the user, only leaving about two feet in every direction for the user to move. The barrier is formed from heavily concentrated heat reinforced with reiatsu in order to act like a barrier to protect the user. This barrier can block attacks equal to the users reiatsu strength three times, twice if the opponent has 50% higher Reiatsu strength, Once if the opponent has double reiatsu strength. Activating this Cost 300 reiastu]
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [Channeling the users reiatsu into their hands and imagining that they are trying to put up a wall using heavy labor. ]
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (User is stationary during use.)
Incantation and Effect:
Made By:
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]
Technique Name: [Destrucción Destructiva]
Class: []
Technique Type: []
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Arrancar]
Technique Element: [Fire]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [ User in their primera etapa form goes into a volcanic berserk mindset, flooding their body with massive levels of heat equal to the core of a active volcano. Physically the volcano's on his back start emitting smoke from his back and knuckles, as well as a heavy red energy outlining his body. With this mode activated his aura effect is deactivated and all of the heat starts building inside his body. For five posts the body begins building up incredible levels of heat making his physical attacks far more dangerous. As the stages progress his fists and legs start glowing specific colors, stage 2 is orange, stage 3 yellow, stage 4 white. This color stops after white as the next phase causes a supernova effect around the user.
Post 1: Ability activated.
Post 2: Heat build up by 25%, covering his fists and legs with a heat equal to a oven at 400 degrees only on direct impact, missed melee attacks by 5 feet leave first degree burn marks.
Post 3: Heat build up to 50%, his fists and legs generating heat equal to 600 degrees only on direct impact, missed melee attacks within 10 feet leave 1st degree burn marks. Missed melee attacks within 5 feet leave 2nd degree burn marks.
Post 4: Heat build up to 75%, Fists and legs generating heat equal to 800 degrees on direct impact, missed melee attacks within 15 feet leave 1st degree burns, 10 feet leave second degree burns, 5 feet leave third degree burns.
Post 5: User's heat build up reaches 100%, this causes a 50 foot nova of pure heat as he erupts. Heat is equal to 1,500 degrees, any caught in the blast gain 4th degree burns all over the impacted part of their body. Directly after the nova Torre suffers from Burnout and no longer is generating heat for three posts.]
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [User must be already moderately damaged before yelling out the name of the technique]
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (User must be in his Primera Etapa form to activate this. User becomes a wild combatant attacking anyone considered a threat. Cost 600 Reiatsu. User must have already taken moderate levels of damage. User suffers from Burnout after stage 5 and cannot use any of his other abilities besides Passionate Flame for 3 posts. If there are no visible threats in the direct area during use, the user stands still and goes through the phases till a visible considered threat appears. Torre's aura effect continues to stay down for a additional three posts after burnout. )
Incantation and Effect:
Made By:
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]
Technique Name: [Passionate flame]
Class: []
Technique Type: []
Usable By (Technique is available to which races?): [Arrancar]
Technique Element: [Fire]
Technique Description and Effects (Explain appearance, powers, and effect): [Passionate fire allows Torre to consume any active fire he brings himself into contact with. While this does not restore any of his reiatsu, it does heal some of his wounds with the amount of fire healing a specific amount of wounds. Torre walks up to a active flame source and opens his mouth, manipulating the flames heat to devour it.
Small wounds can be healed by consuming the equal to a camp fire. Medium/moderate wounds can be healed by him consuming flames from a two story burning building. Serious wounds can be healed by consuming any fire of a larger caliber than previously stated. This ability isn't allowing him to eat fire, but to consume the heat that keeps the fire strong.]
How to use technique (How is it activated?): [By walking up to a source of already existing flame and manipulating its heat to devour it]
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) (Can only be used once per rest. )
Incantation and Effect:
Made By:
Reserved? (Yes/No) (Can others use your technique, or just your character?): [Yes]
Other Techniques:
Birthplace: Salvador, Brazil.
Current Residence: Los Noches
Memorable Figures: [Insert Here]
History:
From birth Torre was always a kind of infant that wouldn’t cry like the others unless he was hungry or needed to be changed. He was a tougher infant, but he was always alone unless he was being fed or cared for by his mother. His father was always gone because of work related things. His father traveled a lot, cheated on his mother while he was still a infant during those traveling days. When he was home he would drink booze one after the other and get drunk. He would beat his mother for the most smallest and most pettiest of reasons, whether his specific laundry was cleaned.
These were the things Torre saw as a infant, the beatings, the abuse, the suffering, and yet he was unharmed. His father never tried to beat him, never tried to scold him with physical backhands or spankings while he was still very young. He nurtured the boy while punishing the woman who carried him for nine months. It was strange, but he didn’t seem to mind the strange affection. Despite the obvious cruelty he was the flower in the blood stained dirt being raised the way his father wanted exactly the way he wanted.
One day after his father had left to go get drunk at a bar. He got in a fight and never came home and for weeks the mother was, for once in her married life, happy. Yet that happiness had a short life span, for the mother thought that her husband had just finally left her. That was not the case, for on the night that he went to the bar to get drunk. He got in a fight and was fatally stabbed in the chest with a knife. The mother never acted the same after the police finally told her the news, her husband was dead and now she had to raise a child on her own. She refused to do that and so before Torre’s third birthday, she remarried. The man this time was the exact opposite of Torres biological father, for he nurtured the woman and abused the boy.
The physical abuse didn't really start for poor Torre till he started going to school as a young child. His grades weren't poor nor was his attendance the problem for the child, but he got in constant fights with the other kids. The moment a kid would agitate him he would lash out at them, so he often spent his time in the office. At home his parents would of already been told about his behavior at the school. So when he arrived he would often get scolded by his mother and grounded from playing, where as his new father would smack him upside the head yelling at him.
As the young boy progressed with school he rapidly became a lone wolf kind of child, having no friends besides other boys who acted the same way. The teachers would believe anything any student said about him even if they were untrue and often he was punished for things he didn't even do. All this mistreatment only fueled the young boys anger and violent behavior which unfortunately only got worse day by day. All the beatings he had received from his step father combined with the isolating treatment the other children gave him at school one day made him snap. On the last day of the elementary school he went to the other child thought it would be funny to embarrass him in front of everyone. Only this last act against the poor child caused him to pick up whatever he could and start smacking it against the other children, as well as any adults who got too close.
This final act of violence was fortunately for him after graduation, but it didn't spare him from the fate that it laid out for him. During that same years summer, his father beat him senseless embarrassed by this child's violent attitude. On the very last day of summer Torre snapped once more after taking the beatings for too long, grabbing a near by wrench from his fathers workshop. Beating the man with the wrench, fueled by his loneliness and wrath he kept beating him even well past the mans death. This horrified his mother causing her to send him away to a special place meant for problem children like himself.
After being sent away to a facility meant for children like him, he quickly proved to be a hassle for the staff there. Now being at the age of thirteen he purposely isolated himself within the facility whenever he wasn't forced to socialize with the other teenagers. Quickly though he figured out which teenagers would benefit him the best for attempting anything outside of the law. It clear from the day to day activities that these teenagers were treated like prisoners with a few more rights. The food wasn't great or anything, but they had a staff of doctors specifically meant to help the teenagers with therapy. They were also receiving education similar to middle school and high school for their respective ages.
After staying in that facility well past him turning eighteen, he searched for a few other like minded teenagers who wanted out of the place. Over the course of six months they created a escape plan using the other teenagers and kids as decoys or bait to keep the security busy. Before they even thought of executing the idea, they wanted to make sure there was a point of exit to leave the facility from. Taking another three weeks to make sure that everything would go according to plan they initiated the plan causing a large scale riot in the facility. Using this time of chaos eighteen year old Torre separated from the rest of the gang he had created hiding out in the garbage while the rest went on with the plan.
Needlessly to say the rest were gathered up by security and sent back to their rooms, yet they could never find Torre. Once the coast was clear, Torre had left the garbage after it was picked up and safely got outside of the fence. Running off into town he had to survive somehow, living better than a year as a homeless man. Avoiding what police he could eventually he came across the Brazilian mafia and begged them to let him join them. Sure enough six months later Torre found himself as a new member of the Brazilian mafia while low ranking, he found himself a new home. One that congratulated him for his hard work, made him feel as if he was actually part of the mafia family.
Now nineteen almost twenty years old, Torre worked for the mafia with full intent of paying back what he felt he owed them. Numerous times they told him that they didn't owe them anything and that he was part of the family, but he still tried. Working his way up the ranks in the mafia he made a spot for himself even earning a nickname, " El Rampante " Or The Rampant. Earning this nickname by being brutal to the enemies of the family to the point of rampaging against those who went against them. This took several years for him to accomplish, three years to be exact. Now twenty two and in the prime of his life he remembered what his mother did to him, only now he could get back at her.
It took him half a year to locate and track down his birth mother, and when he did he had it scouted out. Originally he planned to brutally harm the blood related woman, but he was told she had a new husband and two new kids. Fully knowing what kind of damage could be dealt to the children he had them put under watch, only half a year later to drop everything from them. Determining it was better off to leave the past behind and let that one bygone be forgotten. The idea to have a family himself actually popped in his head and using what connections he had, he searched for a wife. Two years down the road now twenty five he married a beautiful woman and had two children on the way.
He had everything that he possibly wanted to have in his life, a job that let him rampage whenever he felt like. A family who cared and loved him waiting for him to come home every single day from whatever job he was doing. He had his own version of paradise, but of course nothing that goes well ends well. Fate may have given him a happy life to make up for what he had suffered through, but fate wasn't entirely done with messing with him.
The fateful day came two years after he had settled down with the family he now had. He was called away by the head of the mafia and tasked with a job that only him and three others were gonna do, it was one of their more important jobs. A rival family was getting to close to their territory and claiming up their resources, so it was their job to figure it out. Yet when they got there, there was zero signs of a rival family even being involved in their territory. Instead the sounds of sirens were blaring as police were getting closer and closer to them, realizing they were set up with false information they had to make a plan.
But they knew that the police wouldn't give up without either arresting them or killing them so Torre made the choice, to be the bait and decoy. Telling the rest of the group that there was a hiding spot not too far, he gave them directions how to get to it without being spotted. Then he loaded his gun and told them to never come back for him, for he was most likely gonna be dead by the hands of the police. He moved out and waited for the police to enter the area from their cars, taking pot shots at them till he was out of ammo. Realizing he was out of ammo, he charged the police taking bullet after bullet yet he didn't stop charging. Fueled by rage of being betrayed, of not being able to return to his family, he fought with all his might. He walked outside drenched in blood of his own and what police he tore apart.
Bullet wounds in all parts of his body, it was a miracle he could even stand if not even walk. He was bleeding from all over his body so when he went towards the police, he was leaning himself up against the side of a wall. He was surrounded, must of been the entire police force in front of him or at least a section of it. With a hefty grin he gripped what was left of his broken body and charged the police force in front of him. Only to be gunned down after taking the first five steps, falling face first onto the pavement with fleeting feelings of rage and the memories of his wife and children at their ocean side house.
Torre's spirit lingered on in Brazil, unable to find rest by itself he wanted to know how the police knew where they were. The rage, the passion, the longing for his lovers embrace all kept him from being able to pass on to be judged. This wandering lasted almost a full year until he discovered the reason behind the police. His mother had married a cop who had been hunting him down for years using whatever methods he could achieve. He wasn't betrayed by his mafia family, he was betrayed by the man he spared without a second thought.
This realization was enough to drive his spirit into a uncontrollable rage, but he couldn't do anything to harm the man. He was dead and the man was alive, so he couldn't physically harm him. In this rage he noticed three large black skinned beast looking creatures with white masks standing behind him. They looked at him and roared out loudly before proceeding to jump onto Torre and devour him, ripping him apart. This traumatic experience plus his undying rage caused him to turn and undergo hollowfication transforming his body into that of a crimson skinned dragon with a white skull. On his back lined what appeared to be active volcano's along his spine, his size was large compared to most basic hollows.
This transformation began to fuel the newly born hollow, feeding into his rage and new endless hunger for souls and power. In this new mindless stage he turned to the mother he once had and her new family, proceeding to consume them all. Nothing was off limits anymore, nothing was standing in his way from consuming those who betrayed him. For once in his life the act of taking revenge against the one responsible for taking his life away from him was finally avenged.
Now transformed and in Hueco Mundo after this first human meal Torre learned through observation of how other hollows act and plan. Learning how to enter the World of the Living for a meal and duck out before a Shinigami could get and kill him. However between hunts for meals he decided to carve out a cave for himself in one of the many mountains or giant pillars that exist. Using his new found power over the magma that forms inside of his body, he created a big enough cave to act as a home for himself.
This part of his life continued for many years roughly thirteen years to be exact. Him as a hollow feasting on human souls and ducking in and out of the world of the living. Over the amount of time he started perfecting his craft using his new found power to amass chaos in one spot and hunt in another to distract shinigami's and unique humans. However close to the thirteenth year he started feeling a bit different, as if all this consumption was leading him no where. Something inside of Hueco Mundo was calling to him and so following this desire for more power he followed it.
Following the feeling he found himself inside the Menos Forest section of Hueco Mundo, not knowing the reason for its existence. Once he got to a certain point he noticed there were dozens of other hollows like himself gathering at this one spot. Only then did he realize what was happening or at least his understanding of it. The forest was a test for the hollows to gather and kill each other for the chance of surviving and gaining for power. So he obliged to the test and started killing off and feeding on the other hollows around him, with them of course following suit. It wasn't sure how much time had passed until their bodies started to merge becoming one giant tower of a hollow, A Menos Grande.
The fight was surreal, it wasn't a fight for just your own flesh it was a fight for survival. A fight to keep control of his own body and mind to not surrender to any other being around him. Inside the fight was two others who had the same drive and desire to continue existing, a sea serpent type Hollow and land shark type hollow. When it came to the last few seconds the three of them fought each other to the mental death, however a single memory made Torre survive and out power the other two. The memory of the ocean with a woman and two young infants whose faces were blurred heavily.
The memory was enough to drive him into a mental rampage stomping out the other two that were his competition. In the head only he remained at the top and thus the mask of the Menos took on his details. Besides the body that never changes in appearance, his mask took a more draconic form. A horn sticking out from the center of the forehead, the eyes smaller and red lines flowing from two red circles on its forehead and chin. He was reborn into this cannibalistic menos grande and continued his quest for power and vengeance he was determined to see that ocean again.
Now in his next form of existence he continued to stay in the Menos Forest, attacking any of the menos's that were around. Eating their bodies to fuel his evolution, to feed his everlasting hunger. This cycle of consumption and hunting continued to happen for ten years, hunting down those who were in the same boat of evolution of him and consuming them. Eventually at the end of the ten year mark this cycle ended and he evolved once more. Keeping the large size he returned to a body he was very familiar with, returning to the size of a giant dragon.
Torre was happy to find himself returned to a form he had far more mobility in, back to a upgraded variation of his old appearance.
Now a gigantic dragon with several new changes to his appearance, for one being his doubling in size from his basic form. His wings were twice the length, his body had a layer of hollow like scale armor flowing all the way to the tip of his tail. Between the scales were lines of red magma flowing throughout his newfound body all connecting to a magma core in his torso which was directly connected to the three volcano's on his back spine. He was also enlightened to learn that finally he could freaking talk, something he had grown worrysome over as he did enjoy hearing anything that wasn't a roar.
Now however came the problem that had been haunting him throughout his time as a hollow, the never ending hunger. Without constantly feeding he occasionally felt like he was getting weaker, which would certainly spell his death. So he continued to hunt down others of his type to keep himself strong and in the line of evolution. Yet as he continued to hunt and kill and feed on the power of the other Adjuchas only dread came to him. Like many he had heard that evolution doesn't simply come once you get to this stage and the power of Vasto Lorde was simply a myth among their kind. He hadn't seen one in all of his times on the surface of Hueco Mundo and the dread of losing his power was coming.
One day while resting in a cave he forged out of a mountain that seemed to have the highest amount of traffic among their kind. He heard two hollows yelling out in what appeared to be pain. Deciding to investigate he was their witness to their evolution, the two hollows tearing off their masks and transforming. Seeing the once two giant hollows turned into small human sized humanoids it got him thinking on what he could do if he did that. And so he tried it out himself, using his frontal claws he started tearing off his mask roaring out in pain.
The process didn't take long, it was just incredibly painful. Far more painful than many of the fights he had to win to keep himself evolving, far more painful in being bitten by other Menos Grande. When he finished in tearing off his mask his body shifted dramatic in size shifting to that of a almost nine foot tall human. The fragment of his hollow self consuming his right shoulder and one key thing he noticed when he felt himself up to adjust. He noticed his left eye was now just a hole , yet his vision wasn't at all impaired this caused him to start laughing. Looking into some glass he accidentally formed a few days ago he grinned looking almost like a gigantic version of himself as a human minus the key details that were strange. ".....Im back.... im finally back to this.... Hahahahah... "
He was overjoyed to feel so much power and yet not at all feel hungry anymore. To no longer need to eat to keep himself well himself, to no longer hunt the rest of his kind in order to obtain power. Noticing the sword to his side he picked it up swinging it around a few times finding it a comfortable sword to wield. Hearing about a group of beings from the now Arrancars below him he raised a eyebrow smirking to himself. Now it was time to find someone to be his new master he didn't mind working for someone if they were stronger than him.
Quickly killing another hollow near by and wearing its pelt as a form of robe to keep his naked body covered up. He made his way to Los Noches, not knowing of its name before hand. If he was to be stronger and get even more powerful, it would be under someone who is far more powerful than him. Yes, if his rage was to be used better than just by himself he could serve someone and avenge them when needed. For his wrath doesn't have to just be for himself, but it can be the wrath of others that use him as simply its vessel.
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