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Post by Salem Syler on Jul 23, 2015 23:24:03 GMT
| | Salem Syler | | "..." | Oni || Male || straight || non-Rogue
22 || N/A || N/A
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APPEARANCE
Salem stands at 5 feet 11 inches tall, and is slim and muscular from head to toe, after fighting for 15 years and eating smalls meals in between (if he were to win his fights). His skin is scarred and bruised all over from all of his fights, except for his face which he protected more hastily to keep his mask from breaking. He has green eyes, and ear length black hair. He usually wears a cloak that covers his entire body and his iconic white Oni mask.
PERSONALITY
After a traumatic childhood, Salem has withdrawn into himself, to the point where his mind has created a form of split personality named Oni out of desperation.
Oni is cold and emotionless, behaving more like a beast than man, quick to defend himself and non-friendly. Oni is Salem's hard outer shell, and keeps his innocent self sheltered from any more damage.
Salem on the other hand, after snapping when he was young, has not aged mentally, and if by chance someone were to get close enough to coax Salem back, the true Salem is still just a boy in a mans body, being kiddy and sweet, as well as easily frightened. Salem would also be easily sent back into Oni for any reason such as being scared or threatened in anyway.
HISTORY
-Early Life-
Salem grew up with a simple life with his family on the outskirts of Rukongai. His mother and father weren't very wealthy, but no one really was where he lived, and everyone struggled. Salem himself was a small and fearful child, and was wary of playing with the other children in his village, being afraid of people and animals alike. His father, seeing this and wanting his son to be brave enough to find friends and not be afraid of the world, gave him a white Oni mask, and told Salem that if he ever felt scared, he could put the mask on and it would make him as big and strong as an Oni, and that he wouldn't have to be afraid anymore. Keeping the mask with him at all times, Salem started to venture out more and work with his fears.
-The Taking-
When Salem was only 7, a gang of raiders came through his town and broke into his home. His parents told him to hide, so he grabbed his mask and climbed under his bed, crying and silent while he waited. He could hear from the doorway his parents screaming and trying to fight off whoever it was that had broken in and men yelling. From under the bed, he saw his mother get thrown to the floor of his room, scratching and trying to push the man standing in the doorway back out into the hall. She fought and shoved until the man, seemingly without care, raised his blade up into the air and brought it down to cut into his mother's shoulder, Salem crying out for his mother who fell limp onto his bedroom floor. Stomping into the room after hearing Salem cry out, the man with the sword lifted and tossed over Salem's bed, revealing him underneath with the mask, crying and terrified. Grabbing him by his shirt, he lifted him off of the floor and carried him out with the rest of the men, kicking and squirming as he screamed and cried, seeing both of his parents unmoving on the floor of his house through the holes of his mask.
The men took Salem into their cart and tied him up, and Salem could hear as they raided each house, and the crackling of flames as they burned down the village. Before long, the men returned and the cart began to move, Salem still hiding behind his mask as he cried.
-The Trade-
Waking up in a dark room, Salem thought it might have been a nightmare, shaking and covered in tried tears on the floor, mask still stuck to his face. As the door kicked in, lighting up the dark room, Salem jumped and covered his eyes in fear.
He heard to men's voices from the doorway as he trembled and hid,
"Hmmm....I'll give you....400 for him."
"400?! That's practically nothing!"
"Well, look at the pathetic thing, he won't last a minute in the ring..."
"Fine, fine, 400 it is..."
Then Salem could hear a ringing of coins, and a snap of the fingers, another man coming in and grabbing him by his arm, heaving him up and carrying him outside to another cart.
"Pleasure doing business with you..." Came the voice once again as he left the building, coming up to the cart and to Salem, grabbing his chin and lifting his head, looking over his small body and neck, then going to grab his mask, making Salem scream and kick away, falling back onto the cart floor.
"Hmm, maybe this one does have alittle fight in him...alright, back to the compound, let's go..." He snapped once again, climbing into the front of the cart. Salem felt the cart bump and start to roll away to yet another new place.
-The Camp-
After being bought from the raiders, Salem was taken to an underground compound of slave fighting, where children were bought and forced to fight others in a cage match style arena fighting. After being locked in a dark room for days, alone in a corner, with mask on his face, Salem was finally grabbed up once again and tossed into a dusty pit with another kid, and thrown down two wooden poles. He could faintly see figures behind the blinding lights, an audience to their fight, and Salem shook with fear, look at the boy in front of him, who looked beaten and out of breath, gripping his stick tightly in his small hands. Before Salem knew it, he was on his back, the other boy beating him bloody with the stick, tears streaming from both of their eyes. Soon, Salem finally fell limp as he passed out from the beating, the other boy crawling off. Men came out and took both Salem and the other boy back into their dark rooms, tossing Salem onto the floor in a bloody heap, chuckling and mumbling,
"Whelp, looks like no food for you..." and slammed the door closed behind him.
Fight after fight, Salem was beaten over and over, his body bruised and scarred, crying until he seemed to have lost all of his tears. Until one fight against another boy, where Salem kicked down once again, he finally snapped, his frail mind unable to handle the violence anymore, and his body reacted, picking up the stick at his feet and wailing away at the other boy, knocking him onto his back and diving onto him, bringing the stick down onto his unprotected face over and over, until it was nothing more than a bloody mess, where Salem breathed heavy and trembled with the stick in his hand, his fingers blistered and bloody from gripping the wood so tightly. He was yanked off of the kid before he knew it and taken back to his dark cell, tossed in, and then at his feet, he heard a slap of...meat. He breathed heavily and grabbed the meat from the dirty floor, practically inhaling it. He shook and sat in the corner of his cell, mask on and silent.
In that moment, a second personality had been created, to protect the innocent Salem from the harsh life that he had been thrown into. A ruthless beast, a relentless demon, Oni.
For 15 years, Salem was in the gladiator style camp, fighting the other boys and girls when they were tossed in together, his child-self stuffed deep down inside of him, leaving him to be nothing more than a ruthless fighter with the mask of a demon, fighting for food, and fighting to stay alive. With each fight he became stronger and more keen to fighting, growing more and more to the 'star' of the arena, the amount of bets on him growing more and more each fight.
After 15 years, not very many of the children that he knew in the beginning were around, most likely from being killed in a fight, and their numbers dwindled to only the most powerful.
A new type of challenge came one day, as all the remaining men and women, Salem himself being 22 now, were summoned to the ring, rounded up into a large circle of only about 10. The lights of the arena illuminated the center of the ring, where a large cage shook and thumped, screeches being heard from underneath the sheet. After a moment, the sheet was pulled off, and the cage walls were dropped, an enormous monster, a hollow, roaring and barreling out without hesitation to one of the men, slamming into him with his horned head and tossing him into the air like a ragdoll, charging off to his next victim. Watching as the fighters in the ring were tossed around like they were nothing, Salem gripped his wooden stick tightly as he knew he couldn't beat the beast. As the beast romped and gnashed closer and closer to him, his body clenched and he instinctually took a stance of fearless war, his mind almost boiling over as the beast neared closer and closer. With the thumping of the beast, the screams of his fighters, and the roar of the crowd, he almost completely snapped from the strain, until he heard a clinking sound of a chain, and he could see a light, his heart beginning to raise faster and faster, until time seemed to stop.
As the world around him seemed to silence, he closed his eyes behind his mask, and his lips moved to mouth...a name. The pole in his hand splintered and blew apart as a Zanpakuto took it's place, Salem charging forward and jumping onto the charging beast, wildly driving the blade into beasts face as he thrashed and tried to throw him off. Salem gashed and cut at the monster until it stumbled, and finally collapsed, dead, underneath him, dissentegrating into a shadowy dust before the crowd, Salem shaking and still holding the blade tightly, having snapped and lost it once again, just like the day he became Oni.
As the crowd watched in silence at the killing of beast by beast, Salem breathed heavily and stood, unmoving, blade still raised and ready to stab the monster that no longer existed. Before long, the crowd roared, Salem being the only left alive, and the only one that could slay the beast.
He was taken by a few men, still frozen from the fight, holding his newly found blade in his hands, and tossed back into his room, where he sat, unmoving for days.
There was no one left for him to fight, and now he was too dangerous to keep, around, and Salem knew that. He knew what was coming next, and he knew that the only thing in his life that still rang true was that you either fought, or were killed. And that was exactly what Salem planned to do.
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Post by Salem Syler on Jul 23, 2015 23:25:55 GMT
| BATTLE SKILLS Name: Class: Tier: Type: Range: Description:Name: Class: Tier: Type: Range: Description:Name: Class: Tier: Type: Range: Description:Name: Class: Tier: Type: Range: Description:Name: Class: Tier: Type: Range: Description:Name: Shunpo (Flash Steps) Class: Stepping Type: Stepping Range: N/A Tier: I Description: A movement technique that allows the user to move extremely quickly over short distances. The focal point that determines the basis of this technique is speed. Therefore what determines the level of skill in a user for Shunpo is best characterized by how fast one can get from A to B in the least amount of steps. ITEMS REIATSU FEATURES ZANPAKUTOU |
渡し守 (Watashimori) Ferryman Styxian Guide them through hell |  |
SEALED FORM N/A (Constant Release) SPIRIT APPEARANCE Watashimori is a tall, lanky figure hidden beneath a black shadowy cloak that covers his body, similar to the grim reaper. He holds the lantern's chain in both hands, hanging the lantern in his grip to light his boat. His voice is quiet, yet easily heard, as if he were speaking closely to your ear. WatashimoriSPIRIT PERSONALITY Watashimori is a cryptic and wise teacher, often speaking in riddles and emits an ominous feel with his words. He is usually hard to read, being reserved in his thoughts and emotions, reflected by his unmoving, cloaked appearance. He is not a very violent spirit, and chooses to express through words and riddles rather than force and brutishness, although unafraid to fight if confronted. He seems to be very insightful about events troubling or limiting Salem, almost with a form of clairvoyance at events that may doom him in the future. He chooses to lead Salem down either path that he chooses, rather it be malevolent, or just. INNER WORLD
SHIKAI SHIKAI APPEARANCE Watashimori appears as a floating black lantern, roughly 2 feet tall, and 1 foot wide. The casing is black and very slightly transparent, with the glass of the lantern being completely see through. Within the lantern are black flames. A fiery black chain connects the handle to the lantern and forms from the lantern, being pulled from the flames themselves. The light from the lantern does not illuminate Salem, meaning that an alternative light-source is required for him to be illuminated. This means he is perfectly illuminated during the day or with a torch held to him, but in the pitch of night it would be as if he were still lurking in the darkness and the lantern were floating by itself. SHIKAI ABILITIES
Overwhelming Power: This buff is an incomplete cap left on the compression of power, causing for explosive torrents of reiatsu to surge around the user. This form of ability causes reiatsu sensing abilities to scramble when in the presence of the user, and also gives their overall speed and strength a 2x boost [not affecting steps]. The primary perk of this form is that it allows the user to practically use their overflowing reiryoku as a weapon. Most commonly found as waves of energy with the swing or focus of the Shikai of varying power, along with an increase in pressure by 50%.
Name: Soul Sapping
Class: Shikai
Tier: II
Type: Passive/Debuff
Range: 50m radius
Description: Within a 50m radius sphere around Watashimori's lantern a weakening aura is emitted. Any hostile force inside the aura has their physical strength reduced by x2.
Name: Shadow Light
Class: Shikai
Tier: I-IV
Type: Supplementary
Range: 50m radius
Description: A burst of light from the lantern that can travel through solid objects, blinding foes during the flash of light, as well for a temporary time afterward if the light was seen directly (In their eyes, the blinding lingers for one post), reveals hidden foes, and dispells illusions within the range.
Name: Dark Flame
Class: Shikai
Tier: II-IV
Type: Offensive
Range: 50m
Description: A rush of ghostly black flame either from the chain in hand or from the lantern itself, travels at maximum speed for corresponding tier. The flame burst phases through the foe, dealing massive internal damage, like burning of organs, and continuing to travel through to either the desired distance up until max range. The flame has a 3ft radius, meaning it could engulf a 6ft person for example.
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BANKAI
BANKAI NAME
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MASTERIES ZANPAKUTOU SPIRITBELOW AVERAGE
WEAPON SKILLABOVE AVERAGE
HAND-TO-HANDABOVE AVERAGE
REIRYOKU TECHNIQUESBEGINNER
HEALINGMASTERY LEVEL SQUAD FOUR ONLY | SOUL RESILIENCEABOVE AVERAGE
REIATSU CONTROLAverage
STEPPINGABOVE AVERAGE
KIDOUBEGINNER
ITEM CREATIONMASTERY LEVEL SQUAD TWELVE ONLY |
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