Post by Sangre Amo on Feb 8, 2010 17:08:00 GMT -5
Name: Sangre Amo
Current Rank: Septima Espada (7)
Desired Rank: Sexta Espada (6)
Holder of desired rank: Open rank.
Where do i post the 600+ RP for the open position?
Sample post for Sexta:
Sangre Amo, Septima Espada. A well built man, fair in heights, and rather good looking. He was tired of his position, and he was tired of that cocky Sexta Arrancar! JuLe...that cocky bastard! Think's he's so much better than everybody else! That BAKA! Always uses a soft-spoken voice, always treats us like we dont kow what we're doing! Who does he think he is?! Sangre would murder him if he sets him off! He'll rip him to shreads! That bastard always talked about how inexperienced Sangre was! Like JuLe was any more experienced than he?! Sangre's abilities were better than his, and he was tired of the shit he got!
Sangre would find him and hunt him down and kill him. He would accept any punishment that would come, howeve he would prove his superiority. He went about searching Los Noches for the Sexta-Jackass. He wasnt in his quarters, and he wasnt in the Throne Room. In fact, he was nowhere to be found, and this was turning to be very frustrating. None of the other Espada knew where he was, and it turned out it would become a game of man-hunt. Though this game wont end with smiles and a new player. It'd end with blood, and organs spilled. Not just blood - organs. He would die, he will KILL him! He will show him who the real tough guy was!
Not in Los Noches? No, maybe he was in the desert. So, of course, Sangre looked there. He found hollows, though very rarely. He was angry and frustrated, and mutulated each and every hollow he found with his bare hands. He went through each of them as easily as the first. Ripping them in half with his bare hands, and eating their putrid souls. Nobody would or could evade Sangrw! They'll eventually be found, and they'll be killed if Sangre willed it to be so! Nothing but hollows in this baking-pot of a desert! Time to move onto the forest!
Sangre used a gargantua and stepped into the forest, and observed as he saw many eyes watching him. He had to be here, and when he found him, he'd die. He searched, and killed any hollow that attacked him - which wasnt very many. Most of the hollows watched, and only the stupid ones thought they'd win would be brutally murdered. Sangre had found something - a white coat. Could it be? Was it JuLe? Without thinking, Sangre soindo'd right to the place where the Arrancar stood. He punched it in the back of the head. The beautiful black locks swirled around Sangre's hand, and just by the hair, he knew who it was. JuLe.
Jule...You've gotten on my nerves for so damn long! This ends here - today! You'll die - today! Sangre said as he threw the Arrancar to the ground. The arrancar stood up - seemingly untouched. He began to laugh silently, and drew his zanoakutou. You're sure? You don't want to die, do you? Dont bite off more than you can chew/ the Arrancar said, making sure Sangre really wanted to. Sangre responded by drewing his sword and clashing swords with the Arrancar.
Right! Left! Left! Right! Down! Up! Sideways! His sword was slashing in many directions, and no hit was successful. Right! Left! Down! Up! Finally! Sangre slashed across JuLe's chest, likewise, JuLe slashed across Sangre's stomach. Sangre smiled as the blood fell to the ground. It didnt hurt - either of them. Sangre decided to make the blood go to good use, and wiped his hand across his bleeding stomach. He held his hand to JuLe's face and released a massive Gran Rey Cero.
The arrancar went flying - with a deformed face, and was bleeding. Alot.
From below! JuLe spoke as he held his sword. Roots came up from the ground and merged with JuLe's body, forming his Resurreccion. He grew 10 feet in size, and was then made up entirely of roots. He controlled the trees and the roots in the ground. Though this made Sangre laugh. How long could Sangre last without using his very own ressurreccon?
Back to the attacks! Right! Left! Cero! ..all to be blocked by a massive root. GREAT! His attacks werent working, and he's have to find new ways to get him. He'd try and fight using his Zanpakutou before he'd decide to go into Res. Sangre concentrated on his hand, and let the Reiatsu flow to the tips as he let out a massive bala. They broke through the roots in their mass of numbers and hit JuLe head on. The roots that were destroied, just regenerated. It had hurt him - however they simply came back.
Time for some fun...Sangre would finished this quickly using his own Resurreccion. He spoke the release phrase and his hair turned red, and his clothes were stained. The hollows that viewed backed up in amazement to the powerful pressures colliding. Sangre used the blood present to form a bowl over JuLe's head - attempting to drown the Arrancar with liquid blood. Jule laughed as he pierced Sangre's left lung with a root, and bound him to a tree. What an attack!
Root after root flung over to Sangre, piercing him, smacking him. And in the end, Sangre had 4 roots in his body. One in his left lung, two on each leg, and another in his stomach. Sangre was coughing up blood and was feeling enormous pain. He didnt have options - there wasnt enough blood to heal him enough. He'd simply use a technique he used in his first fight against Senshu. He slowly used the blood to form tiny blade fragments, and then he made them solid, and attacked the hollows that were present to use their blood as well. They pirced and shreaded the hollows, adding their blood to his generating wave. He had to do this quickly, or he'd catch on and go back to attacking.
Slowly, little by little, the wave grew, and the blade fragments were in an enormous wave. 18 feet high, 8 feet deep, and 9 feet long. Not nearly as big as the one he used against Senshu, however it was enough. JuLe found out his plan and began to attack furiously once more. Sangre was loosing conscienceness. He had to do this quickly and he had to do it then. He dropped his hand in the direction of JuLe, and the blade fragments tore him to bits and pieces. The final words of the Arrancar were simple, and it didnt sound like JuLe at all.
What is this?! Damn you! Damn you Sangre Amo!!!!!!!! was all that was heard as they ripped through the Arrancar's body and tore him to tiny bits and pieces. The roots disappeared, and Sangre fell to the floor, coughing up blood. Most of the fragments disappeared along with JuLe, though some were still present. He quickly made them liquid and filled his own body. this wasnt nearly enough. All it did was grant him the ability to move once again. He was still bleeding from his body, and he kept the blood inside of himself. He didnt have time to walk back to Los Noches. He didnt know what to do.
He didnt know if he was strong enough to create one, though he tried. And to his own surprise, one opened up. He slowly , little by little, inched his way over to it. He fell inside of it, loosing conscienceness as he re-appeared into his Espada Quarters. He had done it, JuLe was dead. He had triumphed...that cocky bastard was no more.
Current Rank: Septima Espada (7)
Desired Rank: Sexta Espada (6)
Holder of desired rank: Open rank.
Where do i post the 600+ RP for the open position?
Sample post for Sexta:
Sangre Amo, Septima Espada. A well built man, fair in heights, and rather good looking. He was tired of his position, and he was tired of that cocky Sexta Arrancar! JuLe...that cocky bastard! Think's he's so much better than everybody else! That BAKA! Always uses a soft-spoken voice, always treats us like we dont kow what we're doing! Who does he think he is?! Sangre would murder him if he sets him off! He'll rip him to shreads! That bastard always talked about how inexperienced Sangre was! Like JuLe was any more experienced than he?! Sangre's abilities were better than his, and he was tired of the shit he got!
Sangre would find him and hunt him down and kill him. He would accept any punishment that would come, howeve he would prove his superiority. He went about searching Los Noches for the Sexta-Jackass. He wasnt in his quarters, and he wasnt in the Throne Room. In fact, he was nowhere to be found, and this was turning to be very frustrating. None of the other Espada knew where he was, and it turned out it would become a game of man-hunt. Though this game wont end with smiles and a new player. It'd end with blood, and organs spilled. Not just blood - organs. He would die, he will KILL him! He will show him who the real tough guy was!
Not in Los Noches? No, maybe he was in the desert. So, of course, Sangre looked there. He found hollows, though very rarely. He was angry and frustrated, and mutulated each and every hollow he found with his bare hands. He went through each of them as easily as the first. Ripping them in half with his bare hands, and eating their putrid souls. Nobody would or could evade Sangrw! They'll eventually be found, and they'll be killed if Sangre willed it to be so! Nothing but hollows in this baking-pot of a desert! Time to move onto the forest!
Sangre used a gargantua and stepped into the forest, and observed as he saw many eyes watching him. He had to be here, and when he found him, he'd die. He searched, and killed any hollow that attacked him - which wasnt very many. Most of the hollows watched, and only the stupid ones thought they'd win would be brutally murdered. Sangre had found something - a white coat. Could it be? Was it JuLe? Without thinking, Sangre soindo'd right to the place where the Arrancar stood. He punched it in the back of the head. The beautiful black locks swirled around Sangre's hand, and just by the hair, he knew who it was. JuLe.
Jule...You've gotten on my nerves for so damn long! This ends here - today! You'll die - today! Sangre said as he threw the Arrancar to the ground. The arrancar stood up - seemingly untouched. He began to laugh silently, and drew his zanoakutou. You're sure? You don't want to die, do you? Dont bite off more than you can chew/ the Arrancar said, making sure Sangre really wanted to. Sangre responded by drewing his sword and clashing swords with the Arrancar.
Right! Left! Left! Right! Down! Up! Sideways! His sword was slashing in many directions, and no hit was successful. Right! Left! Down! Up! Finally! Sangre slashed across JuLe's chest, likewise, JuLe slashed across Sangre's stomach. Sangre smiled as the blood fell to the ground. It didnt hurt - either of them. Sangre decided to make the blood go to good use, and wiped his hand across his bleeding stomach. He held his hand to JuLe's face and released a massive Gran Rey Cero.
The arrancar went flying - with a deformed face, and was bleeding. Alot.
From below! JuLe spoke as he held his sword. Roots came up from the ground and merged with JuLe's body, forming his Resurreccion. He grew 10 feet in size, and was then made up entirely of roots. He controlled the trees and the roots in the ground. Though this made Sangre laugh. How long could Sangre last without using his very own ressurreccon?
Back to the attacks! Right! Left! Cero! ..all to be blocked by a massive root. GREAT! His attacks werent working, and he's have to find new ways to get him. He'd try and fight using his Zanpakutou before he'd decide to go into Res. Sangre concentrated on his hand, and let the Reiatsu flow to the tips as he let out a massive bala. They broke through the roots in their mass of numbers and hit JuLe head on. The roots that were destroied, just regenerated. It had hurt him - however they simply came back.
Time for some fun...Sangre would finished this quickly using his own Resurreccion. He spoke the release phrase and his hair turned red, and his clothes were stained. The hollows that viewed backed up in amazement to the powerful pressures colliding. Sangre used the blood present to form a bowl over JuLe's head - attempting to drown the Arrancar with liquid blood. Jule laughed as he pierced Sangre's left lung with a root, and bound him to a tree. What an attack!
Root after root flung over to Sangre, piercing him, smacking him. And in the end, Sangre had 4 roots in his body. One in his left lung, two on each leg, and another in his stomach. Sangre was coughing up blood and was feeling enormous pain. He didnt have options - there wasnt enough blood to heal him enough. He'd simply use a technique he used in his first fight against Senshu. He slowly used the blood to form tiny blade fragments, and then he made them solid, and attacked the hollows that were present to use their blood as well. They pirced and shreaded the hollows, adding their blood to his generating wave. He had to do this quickly, or he'd catch on and go back to attacking.
Slowly, little by little, the wave grew, and the blade fragments were in an enormous wave. 18 feet high, 8 feet deep, and 9 feet long. Not nearly as big as the one he used against Senshu, however it was enough. JuLe found out his plan and began to attack furiously once more. Sangre was loosing conscienceness. He had to do this quickly and he had to do it then. He dropped his hand in the direction of JuLe, and the blade fragments tore him to bits and pieces. The final words of the Arrancar were simple, and it didnt sound like JuLe at all.
What is this?! Damn you! Damn you Sangre Amo!!!!!!!! was all that was heard as they ripped through the Arrancar's body and tore him to tiny bits and pieces. The roots disappeared, and Sangre fell to the floor, coughing up blood. Most of the fragments disappeared along with JuLe, though some were still present. He quickly made them liquid and filled his own body. this wasnt nearly enough. All it did was grant him the ability to move once again. He was still bleeding from his body, and he kept the blood inside of himself. He didnt have time to walk back to Los Noches. He didnt know what to do.
He didnt know if he was strong enough to create one, though he tried. And to his own surprise, one opened up. He slowly , little by little, inched his way over to it. He fell inside of it, loosing conscienceness as he re-appeared into his Espada Quarters. He had done it, JuLe was dead. He had triumphed...that cocky bastard was no more.
