Post by Guest on Mar 16, 2011 1:42:00 GMT -5
[align=center]Arrancar
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Sorry...Who Are You?[/center][/i]
Name:[/color] Kalak tare
Age: 85 and looks 15 - 16
Gender: Male
Espada Position: Exequias Leader
[align=center]What Makes Us...Us?[/align]
Height & Weight 6 feet 2 inches,187.96CM and 170 KG
Hair & Eye Colour black and longish leading down his back hair. bright light blue however when Kalak enters battle, uses something that takes a lot of reiatsu, or consoles (such as suppressing his reiatsu) his eyes change colour. The white turns black, the bright light blue turns brightish blood red, and the pupil becomes a florescent orange
Noticable Difference Kalak is a tall man with a weight of around 100Kgs, he has longish black hair and bright light blue eyes. He is also had relatively pale skin with small shoulders. His arms are average size, as he is not a big bulky man. But are relatively long with long fingers on each hand. He has a little bit of a stomach with 4 claw marks running from his right hip all the way to the base of his left shoulder.
his long legs aren’t that thick, but contain a life story of scars. His feet are long and relatively thick allowing both speed and grip, they also have cuts right across them from his life as a soldier. His right hand has the reminisce of His hollow body, this is a clawed hand which follows to his elbow.
His style of preference is a open suite styled top, which flows into a robe like bottom, which resembles a floor length robe with cut and ripped bottom, with rips and tears coming up as far as the knee. The outer line of this is a silver cut thread, with a incision in the back so that the tip of his sheath and Zanpakutou is sticking out for easy reach. Inside his robe he wears a plane black shirt which is accompanied by the wolf claw pendent hanging around his neck. As for his lower half, he wears plane greyish pants also ripped and torn at the bottom, which also has a silver cut thread, with no shoes to speak of.
Positive Traits
Negative Traits
TMI?:
•aspect of death | Fate
personality: He lives’ with respect and honour, fight one on one if it is meant to be. He doesn’t have many friends and doesn’t get along with many people, but those he does get along with, he cherishes and for most he would fight for, and if need be die for the closest.
Kalak has a habit of psycho analysing people to get into their head and find what their thinking. It doesn’t always work, but it has helped to make him who he is, by simply paying attention(observing and watching what they do, how they do it along with what they say and how they say it),and due to this he has become more sensitive towards people, that have sweet kind soles, or are of like minded with him.
And cores towards others that seek only harm and pain, those that wish pain on others and the suffering of innocents. These are the people Kalak either avoids, ignores, or kills. Given a reason he will fight, and when he fights he fights with all the power he needs.
However that is not the true Kalak. The true Kalak offer’s his ear to those that need to talk and help how he can. He will listen to anyone he deems fit about anything they wish to talk about, he can show compassion along with violence ; mercy along with monstrosity. If he accepts to call you his friend, he will stand up for you weather your arrancar or S H I N I G A M I, human etc. But as a contradiction if you are in a fight he will not interfere what will happen is meant to.
[align=center]This..Is Who I Really Am[/align][/i]
Pre-Resureccion:[/color] he gets a heightened sense of his surroundings
Resureccion Appearance: • Resurrección Appearance |in its unreleased form it is a 30 CM curved blade, fort with back handed. The grip in a cylinder with a black ribbon wrapping around it, and the pommel(bottom part of the hilt) resembles a wolfs claw. This claw has mini blades as claws which can be used for a stabbing attack, this would not be very if all effective as the blades are only 2 CM each. The cross-guard has the distanced shape of a set or wolf fangs which are all sharpened to a point , which also help’s it lock it into its sheath.
The sheath it attached to his back by harnesses which are hidden under his clothes. The sheath it’s self it black with metal on the end to which the fangs bite onto when it is locked in place. The end that the blade slides into is at the base of Kalak’s back, and from there the blade carves and extends up Kalak’s back. However due to its shape, size and position it does not affect his agility, but it does provide armour of sorts from the bottom of his
spine and up 30 CM
When in Its released form it becomes body armour with clawed gloves and clawed tows, sharpened fangs and a sleek tail, A helmet forms causing wolf like ears to form and glasses allowing for better sight and converting his eyes to a solid glowing blood red colour. Forming all from the sheath of the blade on Kalak’s back. The blade itself that must be driven into the ground than summons the blood rain swamp
Abilities:
• Call out phrase | show them hell Garou
• Resurreccion ability |the ability is to summon ‘blood rain swamp’(cheek underlined passage in history.) by plunging it into the ground the swamp sprouts up and overtakes the land scrape and all those in the swamp have to defeat Kalak, remove the blade from the ground, or wait until Kalak draws the blade out himself before the swamp disappears.
However it is also the heaviest point of “body pits†and “gas tips.†and the "gas tips" flood the high air with gasses making high altitude fighting impossible without becoming insane .This is the only place where Kalak knows where the body pits and gas tips are, anywhere else in the swamp Kalak is just as venerable to them as another occupant of the swamp. The swamp consisting of ‘body pits,’ ‘gas tips,’ and ‘rabid’ animals is a two bladed sword, granted Kalak has the home field advantage. He himself can fall victim to the traps of the land. There is however slight diminished effectiveness of both the ‘body pits’ and ‘gas tips’. and as an added effect due to the nature of the swamp he becomes extremely aware of his surroundings.
[align=center]FLASHBACK[/align]
Background: • Birthplace |Toronto, Australia
• Mother |Vicky dead
• Father |Gordon dead
• Siblings |older brother John dead
• Other Relations |girl friend Isabella dead
• Companion best friend Rick dead• Overall history | (It was WW2. Kalak was 14 when his older brother was killed in the war, so Kalak and his best friend Rick joined up illegally by forging fake birth certificates so they could follow John’s footsteps, this was done on the eve of Kalak’s 15th birthday. In basic training he was always the best at close quarter combat. His specialty was a combat knife using a back handed style(holding in hand blade end at me pinkie finger.) When they got to the front lines they got separated and for 4 months they presumed each other dead. During that time Kalak was in a multitude of Battles. Mainly raiding buildings were close quarters were involved, more than often He would come out of it with bullet fragments all threw him, broken bones, slices and cuts all over. And a time he got attacked by a huge dog leaving him with a claw mark across his body. In addition he sustained such injuries he was classed as dead a total of 5 times, earning the name “dead man.â€
One unforgettable fight happened in what was named “blood rain swamp.†every second step you took would be over somebody’s body, the reads were dyed blood red from the blood coating the swamp water. The ground was solid in most spots but there were ‘body pits.’ These got their name by sucking people down and killing them by either drowning in the blood/mud water, suffocation of the worst sinking so deep you get crushed under the preshor of the mud.
There were worse things than the ‘body pits’ there were the ‘gas tips.’ These were vents that led to a highly flammable gas deep underground. To fire a weapon or to have any flame within two or three meters would result in an explosion of flames that would burn flesh from bone.
And to breath in any of these gasses would make anyone hallucinate. These were more dangerous than anything; these hallucinations would make your best friend seem like an enemy soldier, sight sound and smell. It would also make people appear even if it was just air.
The terrain is flat, muddy, body’s everywhere, fallen trees, ‘body pits,’ ‘gas tips’ every day a battle to take the land resulting in weapon fire, meaning gas explosions, drowning people. Constant threat of friendly fire, opposing fire. However due to the unique setting no artillery fire ever hit the land.
The animals have long since left the swamp by this point. What animals haven’t left, the rare few, are barbaric. Driven crazy by gasses. Anything that walks into their area is far game; one of the worst things to happen in the swamp is to come across one of the animals.
All are carnivores and cannibals if needed, they bread themselves vicious, sharp teeth, razor claws, eats anything and everything they get the claws on. All those animals born in the swamp never leave. Breed, kill, eat, and die.
On the day of Kalak’s 16 birthday Rick and he met up in a trench on the outside of a town, which the name has since slipped his mind. Such time had passed that they didn’t recognise each other for the first night they were there. For the following day Kalak was committing raids on the nearby houses when Rick was than attached to Kalak’s section. It took them a total of 3 hours to figure out who each of the other were, but by that time they had no time to rejoice. But that night when time was their own, they spent the entire night catching up on the exhilarating tails that the other had to offer. Nights past as they finished covering the town, so they started heading out to the next station. It was another little German town that was nothing bar rubble, so the section set up in the only building still standing; little knowing the Germans had the same idea.
Within moments they were under fire. Two fresh fully armed sections were converging on their position. Their rounds were taking the building down chunk by chunk, Kalak section were all exhausted, hungry, thirsty and low on ammo. They weren’t meant to gain supplies until the morning, and even than the drop spot was 3 kilometres from their current position. The first move that was made was getting onto the radio to call in for assistance. That didn’t work because not only the battery was next to dead, and the spear battery was left outside, but the radio had so much bullet fragments in it, it could only be used as a shield. This went throughout the night and well into the morning. They all knew they weren’t getting out with their alive.
One by one his section fell until it was just Kalak and Rick. Next thing he know a grenade flew into the house and without a moment’s hesitation or a word said, Rick threw himself on it saving Kalak’s life, until a second grenade landed right next to him. And his human life was over.
He shortly stood up, as a spirit, and all he could see was spirits as far as the eye could see still fighting. That was until a wall of hollows flew in and consumed most of spirits, there were those who fort back and Kalak was one. He lost count how many vanished by his blade, In this battle field race didn’t matter, every human spirit still “alive†(ha) no matter what side they were fighting on, joined forces to hold off the demons. This battle was over within an hour, people succumbed by the dozens killing nearly no hollows. Seconds before Kalak succumbed to a sneak attack from a hollow he witnessed a hollow consume Rick than escape to Hueco Mundo. He’d never forget that hollow, nor would he forgive.
Kalak than awoke in the Menos forest with an undying hunger. So one by one he consumed hollows. Kalak’s furiosity and hunger caused the surrounding hollows to flee for their lives, but to no success. For days he did nothing bar track down food, eat and fight. Nothing that stood in his wake stood a chance. All this time he’s keeping his eyes for that hallow that devoured Rick, but to no avail, he turn his attention to bigger pray as he start feasting on the Menos. His wolf like body permitted him to avoid getting eaten. Over time he became a Menos and his feeding continued as his power just grew and grew.
During the time it took him to become an Arrancar he realised that it wasn’t any act of chance what had happened, but power from a divine force, deciding fate and what was meant to happen, that’s it’s will, and its will was law, what is to happen will happen. And that everything was proceeding as fate signed it.
[/align]
Sorry...Who Are You?[/center][/i]
Name:[/color] Kalak tare
Age: 85 and looks 15 - 16
Gender: Male
Espada Position: Exequias Leader
[align=center]What Makes Us...Us?[/align]
Height & Weight 6 feet 2 inches,187.96CM and 170 KG
Hair & Eye Colour black and longish leading down his back hair. bright light blue however when Kalak enters battle, uses something that takes a lot of reiatsu, or consoles (such as suppressing his reiatsu) his eyes change colour. The white turns black, the bright light blue turns brightish blood red, and the pupil becomes a florescent orange
Noticable Difference Kalak is a tall man with a weight of around 100Kgs, he has longish black hair and bright light blue eyes. He is also had relatively pale skin with small shoulders. His arms are average size, as he is not a big bulky man. But are relatively long with long fingers on each hand. He has a little bit of a stomach with 4 claw marks running from his right hip all the way to the base of his left shoulder.
his long legs aren’t that thick, but contain a life story of scars. His feet are long and relatively thick allowing both speed and grip, they also have cuts right across them from his life as a soldier. His right hand has the reminisce of His hollow body, this is a clawed hand which follows to his elbow.
His style of preference is a open suite styled top, which flows into a robe like bottom, which resembles a floor length robe with cut and ripped bottom, with rips and tears coming up as far as the knee. The outer line of this is a silver cut thread, with a incision in the back so that the tip of his sheath and Zanpakutou is sticking out for easy reach. Inside his robe he wears a plane black shirt which is accompanied by the wolf claw pendent hanging around his neck. As for his lower half, he wears plane greyish pants also ripped and torn at the bottom, which also has a silver cut thread, with no shoes to speak of.
Positive Traits
[*:d95cgodu] Kalak is honerable, in such a way that he would never fight someone without first giving them his name.
[*:d95cgodu] also respectful, if the person lays their dieing Kalak would ask them if they wanted a quick death, if they said no Kalak would wait with them (if hes not getting attaced by other people)
[*:d95cgodu] Kalak holds the dead and fallen religesly, such as in times he remmembers them, to show any disrespect is punishable by death.
[*:d95cgodu] he would kill and die for his freiends nomatter what race they may be.
[*:d95cgodu] be belives in fate and lives for it but he still dose things to sute what he belevs should happen
Negative Traits
[*:d95cgodu] his temper. he only losses it when you insult the fallen, but he is than uncontrolibal
[*:d95cgodu] commiting murder is something Kalak finds desterbing, he may stike them down but in the end it is fate that kills them, he takes it as his kill and acceps the concequences.
[*:d95cgodu] he hates places like the world of the livings towns, and Las Noches. to many conversations at once, hates that noise.
[*:d95cgodu] hates needless death. he dosent do anything unless he sees a solid reason to do it.
[*:d95cgodu] contradictanery, such as he tells people never to have a second thourght about giving their life for him, but he would do it forever for them.
TMI?:
•aspect of death | Fate
personality: He lives’ with respect and honour, fight one on one if it is meant to be. He doesn’t have many friends and doesn’t get along with many people, but those he does get along with, he cherishes and for most he would fight for, and if need be die for the closest.
Kalak has a habit of psycho analysing people to get into their head and find what their thinking. It doesn’t always work, but it has helped to make him who he is, by simply paying attention(observing and watching what they do, how they do it along with what they say and how they say it),and due to this he has become more sensitive towards people, that have sweet kind soles, or are of like minded with him.
And cores towards others that seek only harm and pain, those that wish pain on others and the suffering of innocents. These are the people Kalak either avoids, ignores, or kills. Given a reason he will fight, and when he fights he fights with all the power he needs.
However that is not the true Kalak. The true Kalak offer’s his ear to those that need to talk and help how he can. He will listen to anyone he deems fit about anything they wish to talk about, he can show compassion along with violence ; mercy along with monstrosity. If he accepts to call you his friend, he will stand up for you weather your arrancar or S H I N I G A M I, human etc. But as a contradiction if you are in a fight he will not interfere what will happen is meant to.
[align=center]This..Is Who I Really Am[/align][/i]
Pre-Resureccion:[/color] he gets a heightened sense of his surroundings
Resureccion Appearance: • Resurrección Appearance |in its unreleased form it is a 30 CM curved blade, fort with back handed. The grip in a cylinder with a black ribbon wrapping around it, and the pommel(bottom part of the hilt) resembles a wolfs claw. This claw has mini blades as claws which can be used for a stabbing attack, this would not be very if all effective as the blades are only 2 CM each. The cross-guard has the distanced shape of a set or wolf fangs which are all sharpened to a point , which also help’s it lock it into its sheath.
The sheath it attached to his back by harnesses which are hidden under his clothes. The sheath it’s self it black with metal on the end to which the fangs bite onto when it is locked in place. The end that the blade slides into is at the base of Kalak’s back, and from there the blade carves and extends up Kalak’s back. However due to its shape, size and position it does not affect his agility, but it does provide armour of sorts from the bottom of his
spine and up 30 CM
When in Its released form it becomes body armour with clawed gloves and clawed tows, sharpened fangs and a sleek tail, A helmet forms causing wolf like ears to form and glasses allowing for better sight and converting his eyes to a solid glowing blood red colour. Forming all from the sheath of the blade on Kalak’s back. The blade itself that must be driven into the ground than summons the blood rain swamp
Abilities:
• Call out phrase | show them hell Garou
• Resurreccion ability |the ability is to summon ‘blood rain swamp’(cheek underlined passage in history.) by plunging it into the ground the swamp sprouts up and overtakes the land scrape and all those in the swamp have to defeat Kalak, remove the blade from the ground, or wait until Kalak draws the blade out himself before the swamp disappears.
However it is also the heaviest point of “body pits†and “gas tips.†and the "gas tips" flood the high air with gasses making high altitude fighting impossible without becoming insane .This is the only place where Kalak knows where the body pits and gas tips are, anywhere else in the swamp Kalak is just as venerable to them as another occupant of the swamp. The swamp consisting of ‘body pits,’ ‘gas tips,’ and ‘rabid’ animals is a two bladed sword, granted Kalak has the home field advantage. He himself can fall victim to the traps of the land. There is however slight diminished effectiveness of both the ‘body pits’ and ‘gas tips’. and as an added effect due to the nature of the swamp he becomes extremely aware of his surroundings.
[align=center]FLASHBACK[/align]
Background: • Birthplace |Toronto, Australia
• Mother |Vicky dead
• Father |Gordon dead
• Siblings |older brother John dead
• Other Relations |girl friend Isabella dead
• Companion best friend Rick dead• Overall history | (It was WW2. Kalak was 14 when his older brother was killed in the war, so Kalak and his best friend Rick joined up illegally by forging fake birth certificates so they could follow John’s footsteps, this was done on the eve of Kalak’s 15th birthday. In basic training he was always the best at close quarter combat. His specialty was a combat knife using a back handed style(holding in hand blade end at me pinkie finger.) When they got to the front lines they got separated and for 4 months they presumed each other dead. During that time Kalak was in a multitude of Battles. Mainly raiding buildings were close quarters were involved, more than often He would come out of it with bullet fragments all threw him, broken bones, slices and cuts all over. And a time he got attacked by a huge dog leaving him with a claw mark across his body. In addition he sustained such injuries he was classed as dead a total of 5 times, earning the name “dead man.â€
One unforgettable fight happened in what was named “blood rain swamp.†every second step you took would be over somebody’s body, the reads were dyed blood red from the blood coating the swamp water. The ground was solid in most spots but there were ‘body pits.’ These got their name by sucking people down and killing them by either drowning in the blood/mud water, suffocation of the worst sinking so deep you get crushed under the preshor of the mud.
There were worse things than the ‘body pits’ there were the ‘gas tips.’ These were vents that led to a highly flammable gas deep underground. To fire a weapon or to have any flame within two or three meters would result in an explosion of flames that would burn flesh from bone.
And to breath in any of these gasses would make anyone hallucinate. These were more dangerous than anything; these hallucinations would make your best friend seem like an enemy soldier, sight sound and smell. It would also make people appear even if it was just air.
The terrain is flat, muddy, body’s everywhere, fallen trees, ‘body pits,’ ‘gas tips’ every day a battle to take the land resulting in weapon fire, meaning gas explosions, drowning people. Constant threat of friendly fire, opposing fire. However due to the unique setting no artillery fire ever hit the land.
The animals have long since left the swamp by this point. What animals haven’t left, the rare few, are barbaric. Driven crazy by gasses. Anything that walks into their area is far game; one of the worst things to happen in the swamp is to come across one of the animals.
All are carnivores and cannibals if needed, they bread themselves vicious, sharp teeth, razor claws, eats anything and everything they get the claws on. All those animals born in the swamp never leave. Breed, kill, eat, and die.
On the day of Kalak’s 16 birthday Rick and he met up in a trench on the outside of a town, which the name has since slipped his mind. Such time had passed that they didn’t recognise each other for the first night they were there. For the following day Kalak was committing raids on the nearby houses when Rick was than attached to Kalak’s section. It took them a total of 3 hours to figure out who each of the other were, but by that time they had no time to rejoice. But that night when time was their own, they spent the entire night catching up on the exhilarating tails that the other had to offer. Nights past as they finished covering the town, so they started heading out to the next station. It was another little German town that was nothing bar rubble, so the section set up in the only building still standing; little knowing the Germans had the same idea.
Within moments they were under fire. Two fresh fully armed sections were converging on their position. Their rounds were taking the building down chunk by chunk, Kalak section were all exhausted, hungry, thirsty and low on ammo. They weren’t meant to gain supplies until the morning, and even than the drop spot was 3 kilometres from their current position. The first move that was made was getting onto the radio to call in for assistance. That didn’t work because not only the battery was next to dead, and the spear battery was left outside, but the radio had so much bullet fragments in it, it could only be used as a shield. This went throughout the night and well into the morning. They all knew they weren’t getting out with their alive.
One by one his section fell until it was just Kalak and Rick. Next thing he know a grenade flew into the house and without a moment’s hesitation or a word said, Rick threw himself on it saving Kalak’s life, until a second grenade landed right next to him. And his human life was over.
He shortly stood up, as a spirit, and all he could see was spirits as far as the eye could see still fighting. That was until a wall of hollows flew in and consumed most of spirits, there were those who fort back and Kalak was one. He lost count how many vanished by his blade, In this battle field race didn’t matter, every human spirit still “alive†(ha) no matter what side they were fighting on, joined forces to hold off the demons. This battle was over within an hour, people succumbed by the dozens killing nearly no hollows. Seconds before Kalak succumbed to a sneak attack from a hollow he witnessed a hollow consume Rick than escape to Hueco Mundo. He’d never forget that hollow, nor would he forgive.
Kalak than awoke in the Menos forest with an undying hunger. So one by one he consumed hollows. Kalak’s furiosity and hunger caused the surrounding hollows to flee for their lives, but to no success. For days he did nothing bar track down food, eat and fight. Nothing that stood in his wake stood a chance. All this time he’s keeping his eyes for that hallow that devoured Rick, but to no avail, he turn his attention to bigger pray as he start feasting on the Menos. His wolf like body permitted him to avoid getting eaten. Over time he became a Menos and his feeding continued as his power just grew and grew.
During the time it took him to become an Arrancar he realised that it wasn’t any act of chance what had happened, but power from a divine force, deciding fate and what was meant to happen, that’s it’s will, and its will was law, what is to happen will happen. And that everything was proceeding as fate signed it.
Roleplaying Sample: RP SAMPLE //
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F A C E C L A I M //
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• (Hagi) |
After the initial contact and then the conflict with the ex arrancar named craus, Kalak began to leave the battle ground witch still remands decorated with the body’s of the hollows that perished threw the fight, and the motionless body of craus. The ground was painted with blood, and the undying stench of blood and death in the air. Kalak stands their looking all around at the bleak never ending desert, of which will once hold the key to his death. But until that day we will wonder.
As Kalak turned away from the blood socked battle ground, an away from his past he knew he had a long road ahead of him. Pace after pace Kalak walked into the open and unknown desert, leaving not only his past behind, but his human life. He stopped in dead heat, as with a quick glance over his shoulder he witnessed craus standing before him, bleeding from his stomach and choking on his blood. No words are spoken, nothing needs to be said. With one last glance Kalak continued on his path deep into the unknown.
Leaving the battle ground far behind him, he wonders just present in the abase of the "dead" desert. Not a word is spoken from him as it verges the tenth hour, as he walks he ponders his place in fates plane, questioning his existence in a place as dark as where he currently resides.
As it approaches the second or third day, he has lost track of date, and time. In the distance a sand storm howls, hard and fast, with enough power to rip flesh from bone. As he finds his way into the closest cave he found himself surrounded but five low level hollows, and one high level. The high level resembling an electric ell gave a one word command "attack" and moments later the five hollows lung and strike for Kalak, but with no vale. In a split second Kalak jumps, resulting in the hollows contacting each other leaving non alive.
With just one glance from Kalak, the ell was begging for his life. Kalak simply pointed to the exit of the cave and commanded "out" and with that, the ell slit herd away dubbed un-worthy to kill. It may have been mere moments before the sand storm hit, and moments after that it was long gone.
For an unknown amount of time Kalak just sat there, pondering, waiting, thinking deciding his place. It must have been days before he came to the simplest conclusion. He is, was and will be a soldier of fate. Upon leaving the mouth of the cave he was once again ambushed but hollows. As he stared at each and everyone, giving them chills down their spine, causing two of six to flee, without a moment’s hesitation plunging his right hand into the closets hollows mask. After withdrawing his hand from the skull of the dead hollow, he began to lick the blood from his fingers.
He had been hungry from all that time without eating, and as such was much less merciful than normal. But there was no problem, no remorse for his cruelty as it was fate that pulled them to him in this state. As a third one begins to flee, Kalak runs in front of him slicing his legs off as he passes, plunging his teeth deep into its neck as it falls screaming to the ground. Without a second thought dropping the hollow from his mouth and biting deep into the neck of one of the remanning, while spearing his hand threw the head of the last hollow.
This feast when on for three days and nights, leaving Kalak buzzing with energy. He looks towards the remanets of the four hollows and states “my fate have mercy, were I did not†then begins his endless stroll through the endless desert of life, death and darkness. curios to those he would meet.
As Kalak turned away from the blood socked battle ground, an away from his past he knew he had a long road ahead of him. Pace after pace Kalak walked into the open and unknown desert, leaving not only his past behind, but his human life. He stopped in dead heat, as with a quick glance over his shoulder he witnessed craus standing before him, bleeding from his stomach and choking on his blood. No words are spoken, nothing needs to be said. With one last glance Kalak continued on his path deep into the unknown.
Leaving the battle ground far behind him, he wonders just present in the abase of the "dead" desert. Not a word is spoken from him as it verges the tenth hour, as he walks he ponders his place in fates plane, questioning his existence in a place as dark as where he currently resides.
As it approaches the second or third day, he has lost track of date, and time. In the distance a sand storm howls, hard and fast, with enough power to rip flesh from bone. As he finds his way into the closest cave he found himself surrounded but five low level hollows, and one high level. The high level resembling an electric ell gave a one word command "attack" and moments later the five hollows lung and strike for Kalak, but with no vale. In a split second Kalak jumps, resulting in the hollows contacting each other leaving non alive.
With just one glance from Kalak, the ell was begging for his life. Kalak simply pointed to the exit of the cave and commanded "out" and with that, the ell slit herd away dubbed un-worthy to kill. It may have been mere moments before the sand storm hit, and moments after that it was long gone.
For an unknown amount of time Kalak just sat there, pondering, waiting, thinking deciding his place. It must have been days before he came to the simplest conclusion. He is, was and will be a soldier of fate. Upon leaving the mouth of the cave he was once again ambushed but hollows. As he stared at each and everyone, giving them chills down their spine, causing two of six to flee, without a moment’s hesitation plunging his right hand into the closets hollows mask. After withdrawing his hand from the skull of the dead hollow, he began to lick the blood from his fingers.
He had been hungry from all that time without eating, and as such was much less merciful than normal. But there was no problem, no remorse for his cruelty as it was fate that pulled them to him in this state. As a third one begins to flee, Kalak runs in front of him slicing his legs off as he passes, plunging his teeth deep into its neck as it falls screaming to the ground. Without a second thought dropping the hollow from his mouth and biting deep into the neck of one of the remanning, while spearing his hand threw the head of the last hollow.
This feast when on for three days and nights, leaving Kalak buzzing with energy. He looks towards the remanets of the four hollows and states “my fate have mercy, were I did not†then begins his endless stroll through the endless desert of life, death and darkness. curios to those he would meet.
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As Kalak slides under Crus he can’t help but feel a difference in his power level. There is a clear difference in the power level that Crus had last time that he and Kalak had their conflicted. they slid far apart before Kalak threw himself to his feet dashing behind Crus and swinging a round kick directly for Crus's legs witch make contact tripping him over and sending him plummeting to the ground as Kalak slammed his hand directly down on his chest making and explosion of sand.
Kalak’s leg still in motion from that kick so as Kalak starts to bring his heal down towards his chest Crus roles out of the way making Kalak miss my a mere inch. Crus pushing himself to his feet swings his blade at Kalak as he fly’s to his feet, Kalak jumping back receiving a minor scratch.
Kalak grips the handle of his blade just as Crus jumps driving the tip for Kalak’s heart. Kalak twists his body but Crus has a slight speed advantage and it misses Kalak’s heart but sinking into the side of his left arm. Kalak then drew his blade directly for his neck getting only a slight cut, nothing enough to do major damage.
As Crus draws his blade out of Kalak’s arm, it wouldn’t appear to of done any lasting damage but as it stands he would have limited motion in his arm for at least a day. Kalak spins plunging his foot directly for Crus’s face however before any contact is made Kalak get ripped away by the tornado and flung far back.
"Is that all you have" Kalak yells out not expecting a response
"you wish" responded Crus with an attitude that just screamed got an idea "swift feet, nulles"
Sand begins to fly around him as a flash of white light explodes again and again aww god damn it Kalak holds his blade closer waiting to see what kind of release he has. With one last explosion the sand clears and there is a thin and slender form standing there. Pure white mixed in with solid waves of gold.
From here on Crus’s voice was a little hard to understand because of how fast he spoke. He said something but it was un-audible, and next thing seen was a burst of sand and a shinning blur of his body. Kalak could hardly keep up with him, but just enough to doge his high speed hit and do a single slight cut, almost nothing but more than enough to draw blood.
Kalak begins to laugh as Crus tries to stop but slides another ten meters threw a wall of a building. Crus walks out than dose another dash directly towards Kalak. However this one is court off guard and on this surface Kalak can’t doge it in time. But the sand saves his skin, so to speak by slamming a wall of sand into Kalak tearing off layers of skin here and their but nothing really.
Kalak’s leg still in motion from that kick so as Kalak starts to bring his heal down towards his chest Crus roles out of the way making Kalak miss my a mere inch. Crus pushing himself to his feet swings his blade at Kalak as he fly’s to his feet, Kalak jumping back receiving a minor scratch.
Kalak grips the handle of his blade just as Crus jumps driving the tip for Kalak’s heart. Kalak twists his body but Crus has a slight speed advantage and it misses Kalak’s heart but sinking into the side of his left arm. Kalak then drew his blade directly for his neck getting only a slight cut, nothing enough to do major damage.
As Crus draws his blade out of Kalak’s arm, it wouldn’t appear to of done any lasting damage but as it stands he would have limited motion in his arm for at least a day. Kalak spins plunging his foot directly for Crus’s face however before any contact is made Kalak get ripped away by the tornado and flung far back.
"Is that all you have" Kalak yells out not expecting a response
"you wish" responded Crus with an attitude that just screamed got an idea "swift feet, nulles"
Sand begins to fly around him as a flash of white light explodes again and again aww god damn it Kalak holds his blade closer waiting to see what kind of release he has. With one last explosion the sand clears and there is a thin and slender form standing there. Pure white mixed in with solid waves of gold.
From here on Crus’s voice was a little hard to understand because of how fast he spoke. He said something but it was un-audible, and next thing seen was a burst of sand and a shinning blur of his body. Kalak could hardly keep up with him, but just enough to doge his high speed hit and do a single slight cut, almost nothing but more than enough to draw blood.
Kalak begins to laugh as Crus tries to stop but slides another ten meters threw a wall of a building. Crus walks out than dose another dash directly towards Kalak. However this one is court off guard and on this surface Kalak can’t doge it in time. But the sand saves his skin, so to speak by slamming a wall of sand into Kalak tearing off layers of skin here and their but nothing really.
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