Revenger
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Arrancar Template
Basics
Name: Kazan, but known abroad as 'Revenger'
True Age: 976
Gender: Male
Personality:
-Positive Traits
Ω Decisive; Kazan's reactions may be simple and crude, but he's never stuck anxiously pondering what he'll do nor is he ever at a loss. His choices follow a straight and simple path highlighted by bloodshed. He actually seems to let instinct do the thinking for him; selfishness and conflict are common themes of his decision making, even if either are needless in a situation.
Ω Resolute; He readly embraces the consequences of his actions; Kazan regrets nothing, fears nothing, and will do anything in his own name or that of his preternatural wrath. If inflicting a decisive blow requires him to weather an injury of his own, he will readily accept it with pride as he cleaves unto his foe. Similarly, if killing a mortal enemy means being maimed or killed himself, he will also weather that result if he must...
Ω Relentless; Though limited of higher thought and possessing even less caution, the Revenger is known well for unyielding willpower. His desire to fight and dominate is great enoug/oh to ignore any pain or hinderance upon himself; Kazan is attuned so deeply to his perpetual rage that he is able to act with one hundred percent clarity and potency at all times, even if it means exhausting himself faster than the ordinary person. He can easily reach the full potential in himself through perilous berserking that many people train and strive for instead through discipline and focus.
Ω Quick thicking; Revenger cannot so much as read, but despite limited education he thinks very fast; he is by no means dull, albeit crude. He may adapt or adjust with surprising ease and readiness, and has a tendency to not repeat mistakes that he can rectify. Existing without fear enables him to react without hesitation - for better, and worse.
Ω Kinesthetic mimicry; Kazan does not understand people through their words, but instead learns them by their action. He learns through movement and his sense of touch exceptionally well, and may imitate the motions of others almost perfectly by watching them. Through body language he can gain a fully empathic understanding of another being, although it can only go so far; he may understand a person's raw emotion through this means but never the reasons attached to their feelings if they are anything more than basic. Similarly, he'll have a hard time grasping anyone more complicated than himself, no matter how much time he spends observing them.
Ω Motivated; Kazan bears a simple goal in mind, to which he devotes the entirety of his being; for his own strength to be above that of all others. For this reason he gives himself to anger and primal lusts just so that he may readily exert the entirety of himself on an impulse. His drive to dominate all other beings is tremendous, relying upon the same hard-wired instinct deep within all beings which he has embraced.
-Negative Traits
Ω Brutish; Kazan lacks gentleness in his every action. He knows nothing of pretty words, manners, and academics. He doesn't even know how to read. He carries himself with the gait of a barbarian facing all powers other than his own, as if trying to subjugate the world around him. He lives a savage path of bloodshed and ferocity upon which there is no room for civility. Strength rules the Revenger - so much so he has pitted himself against all other things just to sharpen his own might.
Ω Impulsive; The Revenger believes he has no need for Resureccion, much less any kind of tactical thought. He relies completely upon his instincts and raw abilities. Revenger does not think before he acts and probably won't think even after he's already acted. Even the areas of higher judgement and forethought are diminished in Revenger's brain, consumed instead by overdeveloped drives of instinct aggression.
Ω Disorderly; It is impossible for Kazan to adhere to any demands that are not his own, and he will not obey even his own word, much less the commands of others. He will never follow laws should they conflict with his drives and is even less willing to submit to any being, be they superior or inferior to himself. The path he follows would sooner lead him to die brutally astride his feet rather than groveling at his knees.
Ω Anarchistic; Kazan rejects the order of the Espada, their ruler, and Las Noches as a whole. Even the order of packing amidst Hollows is a concept he does not acknowledge. He believes that the strong require no allies... and he has chosen exactly that; he is alone wherever he stands with no order or force greater than him to act as his shield. He is a rebel, fugitive, and enemy to society abroad even in the white desert of Hueco Mundo.
Ω Simple; Revenger never approaches conflict with a true strategy in mind - everything revolves around combat, preferably the melee venue, even in disagreements so simple as verbal argument. Kazan will neither bicker nor challenge... he will simply attack, with no hesitation regardless of the consequences. His thoughts are easily predictable as his approach will never change, because he believes violence is the absolute conclusion of all conflict.
Ω Angry; Kazan seems engulfed in perpetual rage. His psyche is partly damaged and it is difficult for him to sit down and reason. Basic logic is within his grasp but he's unlikely to come to any great realization or epiphany of his own through effort. He regards all with suspicion as if in competition with all other beings and gives himself over to his rage. His wrath is largely indescriminate although easily provoked and he allows aggression to make his decisions for him, so much so it has become natural and he no longer needs a reason to be boiling with fury, much like a rabid wolf.
Ω Mentally inhibited; The Revenger can't learn normally. He's very primal mentally, though he has an adult brain all processes relating to higher judgement and personality are largely diminished. While this is already implied in how impulsive he is there's greater setbacks beyond this. He does not learn from listening to people, and often fails to understand statements that are not simple and direct; he's almost like an animal, although he understands his own speech well it is extraordinarily difficult for others to communicate with him without fighting. Instead, Kazan relies upon body language and trial by combat to discern the intentions, feelings and passions of other beings, and similarly relies largely on what is instinctive to him because he lacks in higher thought capacity but he is not wholly devoid of it.
Ω Aggressive; Kazan makes enemies very easily, but he never intended not to. His temper is so hot that merely speaking to him sends him into a territorial rage; he is unlikely to have so much as a conversation without attacking the one addressing him and is similarly extremely difficult to deal or negotiate with. This is because aggression dominates his mind so much that he will not be able to read a person by anything except their body language and fighting spirit. Regardless of why he is approached, he always wishes to test those speaking to him through combat, and can't come to a feeling of 'familiarity' with anyone through any other means. He also has a strong tendency to forget those he has not fought, as his memories of a person in battle take far more priority than the concept of labeling someone with a word.
-Likes
Ω Armaments of all kinds, except those he lacks understanding of
Ω Light to moderate armor, like the sort he wears on himself
Ω Smashing rocks and demolishing structures
Ω Opponents strong enough to learn from
Ω The satisfaction of defeating an enemy
Ω Enforcing the boundaries of his territory, marked by the blood of his enemies
Ω Battling Arrancar
Ω Wielding heavy weaponry
Ω Dominating others, particularly women
Ω Sandy terrain. for his familiarity with it
Ω Acquiring new attacks and abilities
Ω Stealing the weapons of others
Ω Blood - the scent, taste, and appearance of it
Ω Being absorbed in his primal instincts
Ω Burying worthy enemies in recognition of them in his memory
-Dislikes
Ω Weapons he doesn't understand (firearms)
Ω Foes who rely upon others, or lack individual strength - though he has no qualms in facing them
Ω Uninhabited areas, where there is nothing left to fight
Ω Las Noches and all order it attempts to impose over the white desert
Ω His fellow Arrancar
Ω Menos who choose to become Arrancar for fear of devolving into Gillian
Ω Those who fear death
Ω All Amazons, and matriachial culture
Ω Words and petty speech
Ω Enemies hesitant to fight, for the way it confuses him
Ω Failing to grasp the nature of his enemy
Ω Dulled or broken armaments
Ω Wearing too much armor, or enemies who similarly hide behind large amounts of protection
Ω Wet or humid places, unless the moisture is derived from blood
Ω Boredom and idleness
Ω Those too innocent to fight, whom he sees as children and brushes aside
-Goals
Ω To destroy Las Noches, and return Hueco Mundo to it's natural state!
Ω To defeat all other Arrancar and prove himself the strongest being in the White Desert.
Ω To discover more weapons and master all venues of combat
-Miscellaneous Traits
Ω Unlike many Arrancar, the Revenger still craves souls by desire alone despite no longer having a genuine need for consumption like others of his kind. The void in his heart remains unhealed.
Ω Much like the majority of Arrancar and Hollows, Revenger is sensitive to sunlight and greatly bothered by brightness, as his senses are attuned best to the eternal night of Hueco Mundo. It is for this reason that he despises the interior of Las Noches.
General Appearance
Appearance:
It is rare to see a man who's blood boils so furiously, it alters the color of his flesh; Kazan's skin is a light white-tan but he is often so enraged that rapid bloodflow throughout his body causes his skin to fluctuate from reddish-pink to it's natural color. Kazan's body is scarred all over, constantly, and the marks are never the same. By the time his old wounds fully heal they are soon replaced by more to take their places. His body is an ever changing record of savage battles and endless dueling written in scars and manflesh. Kazan's body stands at an incredible seven feet six inches, or two hundred and thirty one centimeters. He is three hundred eighty pounds of tight rippling muscles and hardened physique. His skin is hard like stone but smooth to the touch, as if he were a walking statue of war.
Rare is it that one looks at the Revenger and does not see a savage, but his apparent youth catches some off guard. His face is rounded and youthful with the freshness of a young male; if one were to focus on his visage alone he even has something of a mild baby face, but his furious red eyes glower with rage no mere youth could possibly bear. The daunting giant of muscle and scars has an unnatural gaze. Whether it is a mutation or a left over quality from his life as a Hollow, Kazan's eyes glow a bright bloody red all over; he lacks irises, scleras, and pupils entirely although he is capable of normal sight. The strange eyes contrast sharply with his otherwise soft and youthful boyish facial features, most of which are occluded anyway by his manic smile of sharpened teeth, flowing locks of lengthy golden-blonde hair, or his Hollow mask remnants.
As a Hollow the Revenger's mask was the visage of an infamous, skeletal knight's helmet, but it has crumbled to nothing but a visor with a roughly diamond-like shape (Think his picture but bone instead). It resembles the visor of a helmet, but is inflexible and covers his forehead and upper nose partially. His forehead was once branded by the Nagl rune in life, but numerous transformations and regenerative abilities have removed the mark from his face entirely.
Revenger is mostly bare, which exposes his incredibly muscled body hardened by unending combat. His lower legs are covered in rough leather greaves composed of strips, but do not completely cover the legs beneath the wearer's knees, making them reminiscent of the greaves often worn by ancient Roman soldiers and gladiators. They're overal reminiscent of the greaves worn by ancient Roman soldiers. Affixed to the top of the foot and the fronts of his shins are immense plates of bone torn from the bodies of Hollows, with skulls of various types affixed to them. There is an overall barbaric look to the skeletal greaves. Plates also cover Revenger's calf partway and his heel, offering significant protection considering how much mobility they allow.
Revenger also wears two shoulder pauldrons, both made from skulls. The first is the hollowed out remains of what must've once been a huge reptilian Hollow, bound to his chest by a number of rough brown leather straps that affix it to him sturdily. It's jaw is placed beneath it in close proximity to the skull itself, but though it looks as if it is attached it is actually separate from the sjull itself. It's teeth have also been dulled for obvious reasons, though there's a fierce quality to the skeletal effigy the warrior wears as armor. His other shoulder is covered by a much smaller skull with a single eyesocket. It's many times larger than a human's skull but fails to compare with Revenger's other pauldron, although this one is lighter and inhibits mobility less than it's heavier counterpart. Revenger's lower hips are covered by a tasset carved from the pelvis of a larger creature, made to fit his legs and hips quite comfortably. Small plates of bone hang from the sides, bound by chains attached to the tasset itself. A blood red cloth hangs from the front of the tasset down to Revenger's knees, torn at it's end, and an identical but much shorter cloth descends from the rear. Apart from this however, Revenger is indeed mostly nude.
Covering Revenger's arms are a set of vambraces. Like most of his attire they're made of organic components from stuff he's killed and generally found to be sturdy; a spine like ridge descends from the back of the vambraces, possessing curved plates carved to fit his forearms snugly. Ribs protrude from beneath the plates to firmly grasp his muscly arms, and beneath that rough leather covers his skin below the vambraces. The leather wraps around his palm partially, as the rough leather greatly enhances his grip on objects. From the back of the large pauldron Revenger wears descends another red cloth, except this time quite immense and long enough to be a cloak on it's own. While it has little function it is a symbol of sorts to Revenger, which he soaks in blood after each battle. It covers the right side of his back.
Additionally, three metal hooks are bound to the back of the large skull pauldron Revenger wears on his right shoulder. They are dull, but are made for the chains he wears to be run through. If done this function is often used to haul bound corpses or captives, which would be wrapped in the chains attached to the hooks, dragging them with Revenger wherever he goes. Roughly eleven feet of rusty chains are wrapped around Revenger's waist and through the sides of his tasset, but he also has two other lengths of chains wrapped around his biceps, where they attach to the upper end of his vambraces for support. They're used for a variety of purposes, mostly utilitarian rather than martial. Similarly, many makeshift hatchets and throwing axes hang from the lower chains on Revenger's bone-carved tasset, although they're big enough to be legitimate axes on their own. The axes are all weathered and different. Revenger may also carry his sealed Zanpakutō from the chains around his hips, although he has to reinforce them if the links are to support the weapon's great weight.
Appearance Age: Early twenties
Mask Fragment: Visor-shaped formation on forehead, described in appearance
Hollow Hole: Located in center of tongue
Height: 7'6" (Or 230 Cm)
Weight: 380 Lbs (Or 172 Kg)
Natural Abilities
Unreleased Abilities
- No Cero; Revenger has almost no mastery of Cero or Bala techniques. There is nothing special that stops him from being able to use these abilities except that he never has used them nor will he likely ever even attempt to learn the techniques. He didn't need them as a Hollow, and he certainly doesn't feel he needs them now. Similarly, Revenger is also largely unrefined in all means of reiatsu based assault and relies on his physical abilities.
+ High Speed Regeneration; He retains his ability to regenerate, as what may seem to be a trend amongst natural Arrancar. Revenger relies heavily upon his regeneration mostly because of his almost complete lack of defense whatsoever. Bearing little more than armor and fighting only with the thought of destroying an enemy in mind, Revenger ends up on the receiving end of many wounds. His body repairs minor and superficial wounds within the length of just one post, from cuts to small bruises and first degree burns. Scars are left behind however, and always will be whenever Revenger generates, because though swift the regeneration is not perfect. Wounds that go deep or generally inflict moderate damage take significantly longer to heal than small wounds, requiring three posts to fully repair, and leaving behind larger scars than minor wounds. Major wounds such as broken bones, damaged organs and heavy burning take a full six posts to repair, after which grotesque scars are left behind in large areas. A severe wound such as the complete loss of a limb or organ is much more serious; it takes a full ten posts to regrow what was lost, but this is pointless if Revenger can't survive without the organ that was lost for such a strenuous length of time. This is mainly useful for growing back limbs and non-vital organs such as the eyes. However, skin that is scarred is weaker than undamaged skin on Revenger. His Hierro does not regenerate, as so to conserve energy. Scarred skin is not exactly fragile anyway as Revenger's durability is tremendous even by Arrancar standards, but can easily be damaged again, and roughly 10% of all damage Revenger sustains remains in some way in wounds even after they've regenerated. It takes weeks for this residual damage to fully fade.
+ Haemogenesis; Kazan has the unusual quirk of being able to bleed almost indefinitely. His body produces blood so quickly and in such abundant quantities that it is unfeasible to try and kill him by bloodletting, which even in extremes serves only to slow him by a negligible extent and pose a small but constant drain on his otherwise unyielding stamina. Even the rapid bleeding of superfluous wounds fails so much as worry the Revenger.
+ Bleed out; If poisoned, infected by disease, or suffering from radiation sickness, Revenger can actually concentrate the toxin or poisoned substance into his blood and expel it from his wounds. Revenger is also exceptionally resistant to the above ailments, though he is by no means immune. His tremendous blood supply allows his body to replace it's current entirety in the event that he is poisoned. It takes roughly two posts for toxins to be fully expelled, during which their effects on Revenger are roughly reduced to half their usual potency unless the foe is stronger than Revenger in which case more of the effect is likely to bypass his resistance.
+ Bloodkinesis; Revenger's abilities as a Hollow were all blood-related, and though diminished by his transformation into an Arrancar he still retains some haemokinetic powers. Revenger can manipulate his own blood in exceptionally complex forms from simple motion to converting it into different phases of matter. He cannot manipulate the blood of others whether they're dead or alive, and possesses power only over his own blood supply. His blood may become solid as ice, or evaporate into a fog-like state, but neither transformation actually effects the temperature of the blood. Revenger can "feel" what the blood touches as an extended sense of touch, allowing him to have awareness of where his blood is at the time. In a projectile sense blood can be fired in liquid or solid forms to inflict damage; he can expel blood with such momentum it mimics a jet stream, allowing currents of blood to cut through stone, and damage even metal to an extent. Solid forms of blood tend to inflict more damage but move more slowly than liquid, while blood-fog is completely useless for offense but can't be seen through by Revenger or his enemies. Usage of bloodkinesis is only really effective when he has been wounded. Even then it is only a true danger to foes when Revenger has lost substantial quantities of blood.
+ Monstrous Strength; Kazan isn't just strong - his every muscle is packed with utterly tremendous might, to the point where demolishing entire structures with his bare hands is a time consuming but otherwise effortless endeavor for the Revenger. The massive strength of his arms and legs is useful for both unarmed and armed venues of combat, neither of which seem to be deadlier than the other. Revenger can lift buildings with ease, possessing strength one would usually expect of a gigantic Hollow but compressed into his otherwise humanoid body.
+ Brute Reiatsu Capacity; Despite using no reiatsu based attacks at all, Revenger has an immense reserve of spiritual energy accumulated throughout his time as both a Hollow and an Arrancar alike. He isn't capable of exerting it in complex forms however, but rather just exudes huge sums of spiritual pressure. His lack of reiatsu based offense tends to contribute to a low rate of energy consumption, as Revenger's spiritual energy is mostly just highly compressed within his body. The excess is expelled in flares, causing him to glow blood red at times when he exceeds capacity for what his form can store.
+ Brute Weapon Mastery; In his own right Revenger is arguably a seasoned wielder of various armaments. However, his only focus in all variants of his combat style seems to be destroying an enemy as soon as possible. He rarely chooses to block unless a window for countering a foe seems readily available, and even then often opts for taking damage just for the sake of spending the time he could have spent defending on raw attacks. He's essentially skilled in attacking with almost any manner of melee weapon, but has poor to mediocre skill in defending depending on how easy the weapon he's using is to wield. However, he has absolutely no skill with ranged weaponry such as bows and guns, although he is perfectly capable of throwing ordinarily melee weapons.
+ Brute Fist Mastery; When unarmed or opting for fighting barehanded, Revenger is a solemn force to be reckoned with. He can punch and kick at very high speeds so quick that successive attacks appeared to be blurred, and at extremes, slower enemies may see Revenger's strikes as almost instantaneous. However, unarmed combat isn't as devastating as armed combat for Revenger, as it takes him nearly half a dozen punches to inflict the same level of damage a single cleave of his axe would do. For this reason he focuses on not just speed but also overwhelming his opponent when fighting hand to hand, although his kicks do tend to be a bit slower but extremely damaging. Again, however, he pays almost no attention at all to defense except when it is used to counter and even then is used only in a basic sense.
- Basic Sonido; Unfortunately for Revenger he does not travel terribly fast. He is capable of Sonido but his mastery of it is below average. He will have difficulty pursuing opponents flash stepping faster than himself. He even sometimes chooses to run instead of attempting flash step, as the tremendous strength of his legs doesn't carry him too slowly compared to the speed of his crude flash step technique.
-/+ Surround Pesquisa; Revenger lacks the finesse to actually gauge the spiritual power of an opponent through Pesquisa, the ability many Arrancars possess to detect spiritual pressure. This often leads him to charge into a fight with no idea how powerful his opponent is in a reckless, balls out assault. However, because he has an abundance of spiritual energy he readily exudes he is capable of exuding numerous pulses of pesquisa at once and over considerable distance quite easily. This enables Revenger to accurately detect the location and shape of numerous targets, but not their spiritual power unless they are of absolutely godly strength.
+ Strong Hierro; Though lacking in most abilities afforded to Arrancar, Revenger is definitely good at Hierro if nothing else. His skin is vastly tough - he can not only block the blades of those equal to his tier bare handed, but is also capable of blocking their shikai blades and general first-release level attacks. Revenger's peers will find themselves forced to rely on high power, armor piercing attacks if they hope to penetrate his powerful skin. However, though his Hierro skin is tough, Revenger's is not the strongest. It can be cut by those of higher tier than him and mostly just mitigates damage rather than outright negates it unless facing significantly weaker opponents.
+ Monstrous Durability; Even if Revenger's Hierro is cut through, his entire body as a whole is exceptionally tough. He has vast sums of endurance and plenty of natural defense. His bones are tremendously dense, breaking only under far more pressure than the average Arrancar of his own tier could bear. Similarly his flesh is tightly woven and much more resistant to impact, withstanding blunt force quite well. It's toughness makes it very difficult to cut through with all but the most forceful, precise cuts, demanding great skill on the part of an enemy to properly carve. Being hurled through walls of stone or worse is nothing special to Revenger either, as he easily withstands damage. He almost enjoys it; nothing gets his blood pumping faster than taking a good hit.
+/- Berserking; So long as Revenger has at least moderate wounds, he can enter a temporary state of superhuman rage. While berserk Revenger gains amounts of strength proportional to how many injuries he has; minor injuries only provide a slight boost in physical strength, moderate wounds granting a medium sum, while major and severe wounds grant huge boosts to Revenger's raw physical power. Going Berserk also accelerates Revenger's regeneration, causing each post that passes while he is in this state to count as two posts for the purposes of High Speed Regeneration only. However, Revenger can only Berserk for so long as he has at least one moderate injury. If only minor wounds are left or no wounds, he will revert back to normal. He may also go berserk only once per thread. Going berserk also has other disadvantages. While he doesn't use Cero or Bala anyway, if he did acquire them, they cannot be used while Berserk. Sonido and Descorrer also cannot be used while Berserk. Going berserk robs Revenger of all senses of reason and hesitation, sending him into a violent frenzy. While his rage is largely indiscriminate towards all foes in this state it is also easily provoked, possibly allowing tactical enemies to take advantage of the ability to lead him on or change his target. Generally Revenger seeks to kill those who inflicted the wounds he currently bears one at a time, unless of course he inflicted the wounds himself, in which case he'd attack a target at random hostile or not.
Zanpakutō Appearance:
Carried by Kazan is a tremendous battle axe that is the physical form of his dormant Hollow powers given shape. The tremendous axe is a single edged, brute implement of flawless structure; it's haft is four feet long, and from it's top extends a great curved Axe blade framed by metallic teeth. The haft and blade are actually one piece, but a series of interlocking metallic plates surround where the two areas join and conceal the rows of metal fangs extending from beneath the plates to cling unto the axe blade's surface. The axe blade itself is tremendous; it extends a full 29" inches forward, and is 23" inches tall. While not impossibly large or entirely oversized the weapon boasts extreme sturdiness, but is also heavy. The axe blade is four inches thick except at it's neatly sharpened edge. The broad weapon's great weight is further backed by extreme durability. It's edge can cleave through solid concrete without fear of becoming dull. It is used in a manner similar to a bulldozer, intended to destroy all in it's path with a reliance upon nothing but raw strength...
The entire axe weighs 186 pounds, and while difficult to swing, it is actually designed to be wielded with a single hand. Any normal person would probably wear this weapon on their back but Kazan instead is able to carry it bound to his hip. However, he usually carries it by hand anyway.
Other Weapons:
Numerous small makeshift throwing axes and the chains around his arms and waist.
Resurrección
Revenger does not use Resurreccion. Much like Cero, he doesn't actually know the technique to release his Zanpakutō, because he has made no attempt to learn it. He looks down on those who depend upon this transformation and refuses to rely on it by spurning it altogether.
Past & Roleplay Sample
Character Background:
Born in the distant reaches of the Dark Ages, Kazan comes from an uncivilized corner of the world settled between Scandinavia, and the Mediterranean.
Kazan was one of the many children born of a tribe of Amazons - all female clans of warriors, who practiced intensely selective breeding and brutal training as soon as their daughters could hold weapons in order to produce the most deadly female marauders. Theirs was a mixed lineage from the much older Amazons of Greece and it's neighbors that collided with the viking dominated northernlands. Despite many generations and being countless miles away from their roots, this particular clan retained their Mediterranean namesake - the Oepertheans.
This tribe mingled with men sparingly, only for the sake of trading or producing children with male warriors that exhibited desirable traits. Sometimes these rare few men were prisoners, sometimes those who sought out the Amazons in pursuit of their legend, and some were simply passersby moving through their territory... all the same they were slain after "used", as the Oepertheans despised men in their entirety. Their own male children were no exception at all. Males born were tattooed with the rune of 'Naglfar' upon their foreheads, said to be a curse of chaos and misfortune in the Norse folklore of that time. The male infants were then tossed from cliffs or waterfalls, almost all of which died either in the fall itself or the unforgiving journey to survival afterward.
Kazan was one of these boys. Marked painfully as a child, then hurled down from a waterfall close to an Oeperthean outpost, he would've died in the freezing rivers below like so many others had he not been dragged away by a nursing wolf without her pups. The nameless boy began life as a feral human child, suckling from the wolf's teat and relying on her body for warmth in the harsh northern climate. His survival was nothing short of a miracle. He lived with the wolves for seven years, before being expelled from their pack to fend for himself.
Even as a small boy Revenger was huge, at least by child standards. Amazonian blood flowed in his veins that had been refined by many generations of selective breeding. Living perhaps as humans were naturally intended, he hunted and killed prey with his bare hands and teeth, eventually learning to sharpen his teeth and nails into rocks as so to imitate the armaments of wolves and mountain lions. He survived infections and parasites, endured bitter cold and many scars from predatory animals he fought in territorial clashes, and in four years of life on his own grew into a vicious adolescent ruled by instinct and violence.
One day however the nameless Kazan was discovered by a passing scouting party of Capetian soldiers - the imperial power to replace the fall of Rome, becoming the foundation for the powerful nation of France. They were far from their home, but had room for the boy amongst themselves. Unable to communicate with him they instead lured in the boy with food, and fortunately had no knowledge of Norse mythology lest they recognize the black inky symbol placed upon his forehead. He eventually opened up to the soldiers as if they were his pack, though they saw him more in the sense of an adopted child. Too far from relatives to hand the boy off too, the soldiers raised him themselves from there on.
Kazan learned the older tongues of French; he was far more coherent as a human than he is now however. He was named 'Charlemagne' after the legendary crusading King of the Carolingian dynasty, for his great size and bright eyes. From outpost to outpost, then eventually back to France, ten years passed - three of which were spent with the now tremendous Charlemagne amidst his surrogate soldier parents. He was trained as they were and held an inherent thirst for battle, soon welcomed amongst the knighthood he rode with as one of their own troops. He battled brigands, rogues, thieves and rabid beasts in defense of numerous French villages. He fully understood what the people of France had done for him and wielded his axe - Charlemagne's weapon of choice - in their defense. He eventually gained the nicknamne 'Avenger' for the way he went into a terrifying frenzy when injured that led to a relentless berserk assault upon his enemies, often leaving hardly discernable and quite messy remains of foes.
For his service to the people of France, Kazan was knighted in service to a minor Lord commanding the same soldiers whom had taken him in as a boy. As a knight Kazan was then immediately tasked with leading a small band of soldiers far east to investigate claims of vast warrior tribes raiding settlements both French and foreign. A curious sense of dread was felt in him as he embarked on his journey, though the morale of his comrades was high; he had a tiny legend for himself in the making that would've gone on to be remembered quite likely. But he did not return from this journey...
The Avenger returned to familiar lands. The memory of his childhood was distant, and repressed in favor of his new and far more comfortable lifestyle. But seeing familiar destruction and no female bodies amidst the dead returned to him the recollection of his early years... and the fearful women he could scarcely remember. Consultation with the locals revealed that the Amazons were indeed responsible for the raids. They slew all the males, or briefly copulated with those they seemed suitable, then took the women as slaves or brides. The particularly young were raised as Amazons themselves.
Had he the time, he would have sent for help. But before he could so much as set up camp let alone dispatch couriers he fell into immediate ambush; he had a hundred soldiers, but over half fell to arrows, and only a handful survived the brutal combat that followed soon after. At the end of it all Charlemagne and his two axes were soaked in blood and sweat, from his friends and his foes, and the stench of excrement and blood filled the air. Countless armored shells and dead herculean women bearing a resemblance to himself littered the battlefield, lifeless and dead, while just three men stood with him remaining.
It was not a matter of biding time and sending for help now; it was about survival. with over a thousand miles stretched between himself and France. His smaller group now afforded him stealth, but every move demanded even more caution now, for he knew they'd certainly not survive another battle with the Amazons. Never had he faced such exquisitely organized carnage... or dreaded, mourneful loss as the soldiers of his adopted country lay dead and unburied. He vowed to return, as he set away in confidence.
Not more than a day passed before hunger set in. All the remaining soldiers and Revenger himself were quite large and muscled, which unfortunately meant a much greater strain on consumed resources. They caught a deer and roasted it before feasting, but not without a band of Amazons catching sight of their position.
Just as the Avenger and his small band of seasoned comrades were prepared to leave, footsteps entered the range of their ears in the brushes and shrubs of the northern forest. They knew what was to come; a silent understanding existed between them that they couldn't run, but attempted a feigned retreat before slipping into the trees and bushes. Dozens of Amazons pursued - and when they neared the concealed Frenchmen, Avenger and his brothers in arms sprung out to attack, driven by their pride in their country, faith in their religion, and battle hardened spirit as warriors.
The Amazons had not sent terribly many troops, but they did not lose to numbers; they lost because they lacked the advantage they once held. Though the Avenger did not win without wounds nor did his allies, at the end of it all heaps of dismembered warrior-women laid at their feet, with just two prisoners taken but fiercely resisting even when bound. The warriors treated their wounds as they discussed what to do with the captives... but one of the Amazons caught sight of the mark on Charlemagne's forehead.
In crude french she called out to him and revealed his true origin; a worthless male leech cast from a cliff, who could never defeat her proud tribe, much less the strength of it's women. She tore her tongue open in an attempt to commit suicide, but her head was split by an axe before she died - the Avender now knew why these women looked so similar to him. All tall and fiercely strong, tenacious and unrelenting, just like himself... the blood he was shedding from them was the same that flowed in his veins. He could not return to France.
Though he wished for his men to go, the three of them remained. One joked that they'd die of infection anyway, unlikly as their wounds weren't so deep. The next remained silent as was his way, giving only a simple nod; the third and by far most passionate set a hand upon the Avenger's shoulder and rose a fist proudly into the air with his brothers in arms. They had shed blood together now, and were bound by fate; if their lives were better spent here battling the brigands that terrorized settlers of France than on the impossible journey back, they were more than willing to shed their mortal coil here, swords, axes, and spears in hand.
They released the remaining captive, and told her they had changed their minds and were fleeing now. The less steely Amazon in comparison to her dead companion took the bait and ran - with the elite band of French knights following her in stealth, right back to a concealed Amazonian outpost. Avenger and his fellows assaulted them whilst they initiated preparations to pursue the Frenchmen, starting the last battle of their lives...
The Amazons here were every bit as elite as the seasoned knights. The tribal women sent after them before had likely been common soldiers amidst their own or novices, for the enemies Avenger and his allies faced now were both stronger and swifter, armed with sharper skills and deadly malice. His mind dissolved into a primal rage as he fought, his sense of humanity dissolving like hot butter dropped atop a scorching hot coal. One by one his comrades died, but they died well indeed...
It was a simple outpost, a series of leathery tents adorned in exotic feathers surrounding a single complex firepit suited for all manners of cooking and utility. But not an inch of it was free of blood now. The dirt ground became a soggy puddle of blood that continuously grew, littered with the corpses of proud Amazons and three elite French Warriors in their midst, slowly buried by fresh bodies of the newly slain. Something snapped in the Avenger... arrows struck him and accumulated across his form, but failed to pierce through the full layer of his rock hard muscles and tissue. His armor had long since been destroyed; gashes, cuts and bruises were spread across him, but it was as if the injuries no matter how abundant failed to cover his colossal body, greater than any of the Amazon's by at least two heads. He had entered into a berserk rampage of nearly inhuman wrath - the genes that the Amazons worked so hard to cultivate in their offspring was here, present amongst them... and cutting them down in the possession of their mortal enemy, a male warrior battling them on their own turf. It was a literal battle of the sexes. Eventually the Avenger's axes grew dull, then fractured, and finally broke. They were used until completely ruined before he began smashing heads and crunching ribcages with ferocious blows driven by extreme surges of adrenaline and extreme rage.
Hours passed, but the fight never ended in that time; when the outpost's original inhabitants perished, the Avenger had only enough time to take the weapons of his fallen allies to use in the stead of his broken axes. Clutching two impressive greatswords, he was now forced to alternate between mowing down waves of Amazons and using their bodies as shields for their storms of well placed arrows. It ended only at the order of an Amazon, with the many women warriors cautiously backing away from the dual wielding titan before them. The Avenger stood his ground, sweeping his blades forebodingly in careful shifts as he eyed a single female approaching him.
The matriarch of their tribe, the herculean Amazon bore an even more startling resemblance to himself. In broken french she decreed he was to be captured, that he'd proven what worth he had by now, and that he would sire daughters to replace those he had stolen. Much to her surprise he refused and charged in furious assault, but fell to a neat series of envenomed arrows before he could come within range of the woman. The mighty titan thudded atop a pile of dead warrior women, struggling to rise. In his last moments of fading consciousness, he could hear her remarking how strange it was that a son would actually return to the tribe, much less her own son. Infuriated as he understood that she said that in French just to torment his final moments, the Avenger suddenly rose, and following shortly was the blades of his fallen allies... he struggled only for a moment, before adapting; the Avenger's heart was beating so hard now that his weaker blood vessels were bursting slightly, causing his eyes to become fully bloodshot. His skin then slowly turned pink as he charged into his final assault; a fatal dose of adrenaline pumped through his veins, and his body would likely destroy itself long before the poison of the arrows would have any effect, sentencing him to his last few minutes of life. It would be a painful end to his short life... but by the Heavens, it was glorious.
Wielding the greatswords as if extensions of his body, the Avenger mowed down Amazons with even greater strength and speed than he had before. Daggers, axes, spears and arrows all struck his flesh throughout his fatal rampage, but no one weapon stopped him, and none of their wielders outlived the Avenger either. He killed waves of Amazons until reaching the archers, whom once thought themselves safe behind walls of their sisters, until entire rows of them were slashed in half by the giant begat of their own bloodlines. He was one incredible man alone, exacting vengeful genocide on his own biological people...
Charlemagne's own mother stepped onto the battlefield, steeling the morale of her Amazons; she was a legend of her own among her people. She brandished a single axe equal in size to Revenger's two original greataxes combined, commanding surprise even from him for a moment. But it did not last - in an incredible duel the Avenger fought his mother whilst being pelted by the arrows of the few surviving archers, before finally cleaving away three of the Amazon's limbs in a crossed slash of immense strength. She fell with a gaze of awe... stunned that she had been beaten by a man, but feeling a taboo sense of pride in that it had been a child of her own flesh capable of such destruction. She perished just before the Avenger charged over her corpse to slay the remaining Amazons, butchering the now fleeing warrior women into ribbons and remnants. Not even the archers escaped. And then finally... finally... it was over.
the Avenger fell to his knees, with thunderous breaths. He was trying to sustain his tremendous body and all the titantic power it had exerted... but he had pushed beyond his limit, and paid death for victory. He recalled the wolves fondly in his last moments, then the kind soldiers who fed him out of the goodness of their hearts, and the glory of France's proud cities. The Amazons that had made him seemed to alien and strange by comparison. As a child he'd seen the infants in the rivers and in piles beside the cliffs, dead, with the same mark he bore on his forehead tattooed onto theirs. His vision was distorted by hemorrhaging, but he began laughing as he realized something. He'd been trying to give himself a sense of fulfillment by thinking he'd ended something nefarious and injust... but 'I'm not satisfied' was all he could think.
He hadn't chosen to die for France, or his brothers; they kindled the flames of his rage to be greater but they hadn't started that inferno. He realized he still hated the Amazons. The image of muscular, tremendous yet beautiful women skillfully toting weapons filled his mind in hazy images as he realized he was dying. But the flame in him kept roaring, as if his own death and all their's combined hadn't doused it in the slightest. He hated them - they had stolen his childhood, rejected him, and planned to use and kill him. The bitterness he felt went deeper than his morality. But the sense of fading struck him, and it was too late to undo the fatal, mortal exertion of his body, covered in arrows and broken bloodied weapons.
"NO! Not yet, It's not enough! I must... more... MORE...!"
The Avenger didn't know if he'd spoken or thought those last words, as he reached death at the conclusion of that final sentence.
As if his wish were granted, however, life didn't end there. Avenger was the opposite of most fresh souls in that he did not go straight to Soul Society when slain. So much hatred, regret and desire lingered in him instead that his Chain of Fate was reduced to dust by his extreme negativity before it even had a chance to appear, immediately creating a Hollow born from the soul of the Avenger, whom like a tree falling alone in the woods would have no legend of his glorious end no matter how thunderous his descent into death had been...
A tremendous masked being rose from the corpse of the giant man, who's fallen corpse still clutched both his greatswords tightly in a literal death-grip. As if to imitate his last memories of combat the red and black Hollow bore on it's forearms two great shapeshifting blades of bone; the wicked demon was clad in plates of bone, and from the back of it's helmet-like mask descended a great and flowing plume of golden blonde hair. It changed as the Hollow completed it's transformation, becoming a violent bloody bright red, as it's eye sockets shined a similar color in malefic light...
Then, lo and behold, once more the Avenger was surrounded by Amazons. Hundreds of them - all of which he vaguely recognized even in his monstrous state, for his final memories imprinted deeply on his new state. His memory had been all but incinerated by Hollowfication... but charred remnants remained, and familiar rage drove him to reenact the massacre. This time however, he devoured the Amazons in handfuls, lunges and snatches, cleaving through trees and tearing through land in pursuit of those who fled until he had taken not only their mortal lives but their souls as well. It was an exquisite start to his life as a Hollow. Consuming so many souls at once granted him great power, but more importantly fleeting euphoria. He became so addicted to souls his thirst rivaled even the worst amongst Hollows.
He was drawn to the Amazons still, and for the next few years gradually destroyed their settlements and devoured their people. It was feared by some that the curse they inscribed upon male infants to ensure their demise had turned against them after years of success... but in truth, it was one of the spurned children who grew into a fierce man, and beyond that a powerful Hollow fueled by hatred and grudge steeped in his regrets and insatiable rage.
Soon enough, no Amazons remained - singlehandedly the Avenger had contributed to their extinction. He'd lost much however. His comrades whom had moved immediately to Soul Society thanks to their lack of regrets, his knowledge of French and almost everything he remembered. What he did recall lacked logic or reason - it was the pure hatred he had for the Amazons, but he no longer remembered them by name. Only by image and emotion... the fleeting images his mind had replayed before him as he slowly perished. He continued to seek female warriors to devour, fighting many Shinigami, and travelling across the world as an extremely dangerous Hollow before finally dealt major injures yet again in a duel. This time however, he lived.
The Avenger made an exodus to Hueco Mundo to recover from his wounds, content to have injured his adversary... though his satisfaction was temporary. He soon found himself dueling again in the white desert. this time his ideal prey was a strong female Hollow. His mind was a ruin and his twisted perception saw strong female enemies as the Amazons he had faced in life, constantly taking him back to the experience partway. He lived an insane and crazed life as a Hollow populated by slaughter and vengeance that wasn't really revenge anymore, but a grudge that hadn't been satisfied and evolved into relentless hatred that no longer cared what it consumed so long as it resembled it's original creator.
The berserk Hollow endured numerous blood orgies of Hollows savagely tearing at another in large conflicts, but in one single fight greater than the others a terrifying experience swept both he and all the others away as they dissolved together into a singular being. The Avenger resisted, insisting he had to continue battling Amazons, unknowingly conquering the consumption that besieged most Gillian; when the towering black Menos was fully formed, it bore not a mask of it's kind, but the helmet-like effigy of the Avenger's fierce visage. His mind and body alike were quite altered...
A degree of sense was forced into him. He recalled names of his own, but 'Avenger' became 'Revenger' as his understanding of language was damaged even when restored. The name Charlemagne never returned; years later he'd choose the name Kazan as his own, shared only with a select few survivors of his power. He continued in unending, insatiable rampage, armed with more intelligence than before as he beset his fellow Gillian ruthlessly for years. He scooped up hordes and packs of Hollows in his colossal hands to shovel them all together into his gaping maw, leaving destruction and bloodshed wherever he went whether it was the white desert or the forest of great quartz tree trunks below. His evolution into an Adjuchas was gradual, but still swift. It made him an even greater terror in Hueco Mundo, soon leading him to be despised by the other Adjuchas and their own packs.
The Revenger stood with no minions. He used no cero either, but instead overwhelmed other Adjuchas with his melee prowess. He devoured their often bisected remains without remorse on a heavy diet of blood, masks, and souls. Centuries had passed, and more were yet to come, though Kazan evolved surprisingly soon. He attained the peak of menos development and entered their final stage, but unending wrath drove him to see battle wherever he could find it, both in the human world and Hueco Mundo. He continued to eat and eat pointlessly now as there was no fear of devolving as a Vasto Lorde. He contributed to the scarcity of his kind by murdering and eating them... particularly the stronger members of the farier sex amidst the Vasto.
Again however there came a time when the Revenger met his match in battle. He blocked what seemed to be a powerful assault on his mask... but though he completely thwarted the attack, whether triggered subconsciously or by his inexplicable desire for 'more' that had survived even death, his mask suddenly fragmented and shattered violently causing him to transform with a shockwave that blew away his opponent briefly. The furnace of unending wrath that sought to climb higher even atop the pinnacle of Hollow evolution had driven Kazan to become one of the exceedingly rare natural Arrancar, around the mid 1500's.
His new abilities served him well and he easily overwhelmed his enemy, but spared her. The Revenger's personality had developed tremendously... he allowed her to live so that she too would one day reach a level of power like his own. He then left, pursuing greater enemies still.
The time between battles grew very distant for the Revenger... he continued to learn in this time, accumulating knowledge of the Shinigami, Arrancar, and the Hollows. He learned full well of Hueco Mundo and discovered his Hollow powers in time, eventually sealing his excess power into a Zanpakutō like other Arrancar he encountered. However, unlike them, he refused to release; he still preferred to defeat enemies with raw strength, without reliance on a disfiguring transformation. The Revenger felt he was perfect as he was. He continued to battle and consume, gaining infamy and refining his abilities as an Arrancar. He fought abroad for centuries and honed his sense of combat into an art form; the motions and attacks of his enemies were recorded perfectly into his memory, as his mind itself was geared for battle in it's every detail. His combat style became a patchwork of the countless styles and techniques of enemies he had faced, which gradually developed and sharpened until it blended together seamlessly as his own brutal art of destruction.
But times changed too soon; Arrancar gathered and erected the great white walls of Las Noches, ruled by a single monarch not of their own. How sick it was to him that one Arrancar could be listed above all others... insult was added to injury at the subsequent creation of the Espada, consisting of powerful Arrancar also seeking to impose some manner of authority throughout the once comfortably lawless realm ruled by strength alone. But people organizing and fighting together silenced that chaos, and Revenger found his battles being divided further and further apart. Arrancars he would have dueled instead joined the ranks of Las Noches, depleting the desert of suitable enemies to isolate them in a single place he himself would be unable to defeat alone. It was a bitter turn for life.
However, the Revenger would not shirk away from the challenge. He continued to hone his techniques and seek adversaries as he always had, seeking strength so that he might one day topple the white walls of Las Noches and return the desert to it's familiar chaos...
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Monoliths of white stone rose from the pale dunes of Hueco Mundo. These were the distant sentry towers of Las Noches, bordering the great fortress's outskirts to keep wary watch over the white sands. From afar they seemed like small needles in the sand... or at least, so they had seemed to the blonde titan slowly approaching them, his hulking form bound in the fabric of a tattered cloak stitched together from numerous sheets of weathered fabric. The makeshift cloak covered the Revenger's face up to the bridge of his nose. Above it, his luminous red eyes glowered into the distance with tempered loathing. As he gradually scaled the abandoned sands here he could gradually see Las Noches appear on the horizon, behind it's rows of sparsely placed sentry towers. He would've delighted in tearing those walls down had he the might he so desired.
But he had not come for Las Noches. Kazan's cloak though actually made of several cloaks merged as one through crude sewing failed to reach low enough to fully cover his legs, ending just above his powerful knees. The sound of the sand almost crunching beneath his skeletal greaves could be heard aloud, and the sight of his lightly bronzed skin above his knees could be seen beneath the torn edges of the tired stitched cloak struggling to contain his tremendous frame. The knightly visor of bone mounted on his forehead as proof of his Arrancar status occluded much of his face, leaving little to be seen but the towering male's glowing red gaze and flowing golden blonde hair draped down his shoulders, chest, and back in silken streams.
When the distance between the Revenger and one of the tall sentry towers was finally closed, it no longer bore the slender look it had from afar. Instead, it was a daunting slab of tremendous proportions, housing untold contents within the blank faces of it's smooth white walls. Surely the Arrancar within were aware of his presence, but he didn't care; it would not matter soon anyway. He brazenly stepped up to one of the towers walls and began lightly punching it. Revenger's definition of knocking, except that even his half hearted blows upon the stone rapidly fractured it, eventually producing a roughly elephant sized hole as the countless cracked pieces collapsed into a pile of chunks and dusty debris only to reveal a lightless interior. He gazed curiously into the dim blackness. He found it strange that no soldiers had poured out from the opening like ants ready to fight to the death, and an immediate feeling of disappointment came over him.
The giant swung one of his muscly legs over the pale of crumbly rocks in front of him, entering the gaping hole his fists had beaten into the thick wall. A surprising sense of satisfaction in his knuckles informed him the walls had been quite tough, as they began to throb lightly from numerous impacts. His footsteps were now dull heavy thugs of his steel soles upon the stone floor... he stopped somewhere in the blackness, realizing he had come at least a hundred feet from his makeshift entrance. Feeling quite suspicious, he tensed and remained alert, focusing on hearing whatever might be hiding in the darkness. But he heard no footsteps. Not even breathing apart from his own could be heard, All at once however his senses were overwhelmed as the floor he stood upon began violently shaking. Slowly the ground fractured as individual chunks of the collapsing floor slid beneath the others, just before it all fell abruptly, carrying Revenger with the slabs of stone and collapsed materials.
Before he could fully react to falling, Revenger felt a sudden impact upon his entire front and a smooth surface beneath him. The majority of the rocks fell atop him from the destroyed floor, or ceiling as it may have been, quite literally burrying him. Greatly irritated by what only could have been a prank Revenger growled, his form involuntarily glowing with violent red reiatsu, which burst outward in an uneven and crude but fierce burst of energy that reduces the rubble surround him to tiny particles before it ever had a chance to smash against the walls. As Revenger stood, still shrouded in a lingering red glow, he observed his surroundings; lights adorned this area. Megalithic pillars filled the illuminated room even though it was not particularly cavernous, likely supporting the entire tower above it which seemed to be nothing more than an empty shell as Revenger had just experienced. He ceased his observations when a cluster of humanoid shapes came into view, however...
Imperfect Arrancar littered his visions, as well as those who gave up human form for more power. Amidst them were mostly beings reminiscent of arthropods and avians, shown by the insectoid or bird-like mask remnants that covered the majority of their faces. Some had deformed or inhuman limbs as the blonde's red eyes could clearly see, and there was sure to be further disfigurement hiding beneath their white uniforms. Revenger scoffed at their crowd as he turned to fully face them, but a single stocky foot soldier immediately charged him without hesitation. Reacting swiftly, Revenger drew away his cloak and threw it into the charging Arrancar, illiciting a surprised grunt from the dwarf-like victim. As his body sailed near Revenger's movements dissolved into a blur to the watching Arrancar; a flurry of punches and kicks smashed with impunity into the cloak-occluded Arrancar. Though the damage could not be seen the sounds coming from his savagely beaten flesh were of crunching and tearing, and there was a silent agreement between the remaining footsoldiers that the unfortunate oaf was quite dead. He plopped motionlessly against the ground, his likely even further disfigured remains thankfully hidden by the now blood red cloak, which would act as the corpse's funeral shroud...
Raising a heel, Revenger stepped towards the Arrancar, uncaringly stomping the dead dwarf-Arrancar's head in the process. His lifeless skull was flattened beneath the weight of the immense marauder... clad in a bone tasset, skeletal pauldrons bound to his torso by rough leather straps with naught else but his mask remnant and the white vambraces of ribs and plates over his arms, Revenger stood as a muscly seven and a half foot tall envoy of carnage before the low level Arrancar. However, they were quite clearly unafraid despite his display of strength. "Number?" one of the Arrancar asked with some boredom in his voice, seeing no number tattooed upon Revenger's chest. In response Revenger drew his greataxe, rattling the chains wrapped around his waist and forearms as he slowly grinned wide enough to bare teeth. [b]"I am Revenger." He spoke, outstretching his arms so the masked guards could indeed see he appeared to have no visible number tattoo on his body. "I am not numbered. Remember my name..." He commanded, before crouching and pouncing at the now startled cluster of Arrancar. "... As I tear this place to the ground!" He violently decreed, before beginning his brazenly reckless assault. The Arrancar drew their Zanpakutō and prepared to fight back, sure to be but the first reeds to fall in the bloody skirmish that ensued.
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