Post by Progress on Mar 30, 2015 22:30:26 GMT -5
___ Broken Royal ___
The Shattered Soul
On The Surface ___Name: Erasmus Mei
Current Position: King of Hueco Mundo
Previous Positions: Segunda Espada, Primera Espada
Age: With a spiritual age of 519 and a physical age that ranges from mid-forties to fifties.
Sexuality:It can't be said that Erasmus has clearly defined boundaries when it comes to sexuality, but it would be correct to say that he has a penchant for the female sex.
Loyalties: Erasmus' loyalties extend only to the future. Since his ascension he has seen what lies ahead and he's very eager to get there, so much so that he's willing to take drastic measures to expedite the journey. As one of the most powerful beings in the world though he isn't adverse to waiting, his Obsession runs deep and strong, it can last a few millenia. His strongest tie to the world besides this would be Hueco Mundo, specifically Las Noches. Here he feels at home, unlike Seireitei and Earth, and a fierce, perhaps exaggerated, protectiveness overcomes him when his home is threatened.
Height & Weight: 5'10'' and 188lbs, Erasmus has let himself go a tiny bit in the past couple of years. While his muscle mass isn't as well defined as it used to be the deterioration has done nothing to diminish his physical nor spiritual strength.
Hair & Eyes: Ever since tackling the mighty ball of stress labelled "Children" Erasmus' hair has been gradually losing it's color, thick heavy hanging black has become a mane of dense and wispy grey that hangs uncontrolled just above his shoulders. His eyes have remained their usual emerald green color and seem to have adopted an enrapturing flaw, to continue the gemstone metaphor. Something inside of them isn't correct.
Song of Ruin - Main Theme
This is Fine... - For the Deception
Light's Theme - For the Hopeless Fight
Futu-Risk - For the Fear
Eureka - For the End
Line of Succession:
Aiyo Mei (Deceased), Mie Mei (Deceased), Xiaobei Mei (Deceased). Outliving all of his children Erasmus' legacy may end with him.
A heavy square jaw lined with stubble provides a strong base for Erasmus' face. Not quite as spry as he used to be Erasmus' features have fallen prone to a type of wrinkling that, luckily, only move him from youthful to attractively mature. Faint lines around his mouth indicate frequent smiling -or frowning- and the light waves decorating his forehead can be safely ignored in favor of the deeper and much more noticeable creases folded into the area around the bridge of his nose. A lifetime spent scowling has -as his mother had once warned him- set the snarl-lines in permanently. When conversing with friendly company these lines are easily disregarded, but if angered the familiarity of those lines sets in to create a fearsome and animalistic aesthetic.
With a neck only slightly thinner than the width of his head all of the functions of Erasmus' throat can be seen clearly working beneath the skin, from the adams apple that bobs when he swallows to the muscles that extend and recede with every movement of his skull.
The general musculatory shape of Erasmus' body is still obvious, though a fine layer of fat has reduced the definition of these muscles resulting in not so much the physique of a Greek god as a weekend body builder. While the hair on Erasmus' head has lost it's color the sparse fuzz on his chest and stomach has remained a deep black and because of it's color it appears thicker than it is, this hair suffers from a patchiness because of the scars that adorn the King's torso; thin, thick, long and short, dozens and dozens of slug-like imperfections caused by blades and spells and weapons of all kinds during Erasmus' many hostilities. A slumped posture gives Erasmus the appearance of being very narrow and thus smaller, though he's able to straighten himself out to make himself bigger and more imposing with wider shoulders and an inch of two of extra height to add to the already unrelenting stare.
Being a man that likes to get his hands dirty Erasmus' arms and legs are thick and their muscles taut from constant use, by far the hairiest parts of his body this is where most of his body fur has found it's home though they suffer from the same afflictions as his torso; holding the permanent scars of battle. Attached to the arms are hands that have been thickened with callouses born of both work and war, the knuckles rounded and well used.
Having lost his taste for flashy clothing a long time ago Erasmus opts to wear simple garments; a dark grey shirt with rolled up cuffs and unbuttoned collar combined with black nondescript pants and a pair of used-to-be-black boots that have faded into a scuffed greyish-brown with wear and tear. Grey, black and occasionally white are the colors of his life, whether they come in the form of t-shirts, jeans, slacks, slippers or shoes. During his official hours however Erasmus requires a more intimidating wardrobe, something to give him that authoritative edge and that's where his armor comes in. The basic outfit remains the same -blacks and greys- but above it all will be a layer of hand-crafted steel. The burden of the armor isn't a heavy one, at least not physically. Shiny silver scales rivet themselves along his arms and shins, connected to thin metal gauntlets and thick alloy boots. Leather fastenings keep a pair of squared pauldrens tightly snug against his shoulders. While the ensemble isn't exactly functional (A cero could rip right through it without much resistance) the appearance of such a powerful man in armor is usually enough to inspire a sense of command and sometimes that's all it takes.
The reiatsu of the King of Hueco Mundo takes on a royal Golden Brown hue and has many sides to it's intricate structure. Most spiritual beings in the lower power-brackets are completely oblivious to any spiritual strength that Erasmus has, their souls instinctively blocking his power from view in order to protect themselves. With enough power to shield themselves from the adverse affects of Erasmus' reiatsu a stronger few will be able to see Erasmus for what he is, an anomaly. His huge spiritual strength creates a hole in the world for all to see, though none but the strongest will be able to see or feel anything inside of it. Those with a high enough "threshold" however will see and/or feel Erasmus' reiatsu for whatever he makes it out to be. If the king requires a warm and comforting atmosphere then his reiatsu will slow down and snugly envelope the surrounding area, at the same time it can be as deadly as required, forming tendrils of pure will or spikes of mental fortitude to assault or discomfort Erasmus' chosen target.
Behind The Eyes ___Positive Traits
- One doesn't get to keep the crown with strength alone. Erasmus is a man that can inspire many things; bravery, loyalty, fear and he knows just what to say to get people to see his side of things. Always sure of his own words, always speaking with such strong emotion, when Erasmus talks people will listen and when they listen it's very difficult for them to doubt him. Many times has he talked his way into and out of sticky situations and has proven many times that he's very Charismatic.
- Always wanting to know more, forever searching for the answers to the questions that plague him, never not wanting to understand. Erasmus is an Inquisitive man and will follow a rabbit hole as far as it goes until he knows everything about it. This trait can junction with his stubborn side when refused the closure he seeks and may make him a nuisance to others if they're not willing to indulge his curiosity but for the most part it makes him very knowledgeable and easy to talk to as he is very interested to know who and what you are.
- Though he manipulates people with false promises and broken truths Erasmus is Honest, perhaps not with others but certainly with himself. He doesn't try to fool himself into thinking he's something that he's not, he simply is and though this colors his views of others poorly it gives him an inner peace that helps to fuel his confidence.
- Erasmus has his eyes focused on something that is invisible to others. They will be aware of it so very soon, but only Erasmus can see it coming. Flooding his vision every hour of every day those fires burn behind his pupils and he relishes their light, eagerly awaiting the day the future arrives. Obsessed with this image, this vision, Erasmus finds the resolve to move forwards even in the face of defeat without tiring and without pausing. The fires will burn.
- There are certain things that need to happen, things that Erasmus has taken responsibility for enacting and he's become very good at thinking ahead as a result, Calculating the events of the future in order to plan accordingly. Though not at all of his schemes bear fruit he most assuredly has fail safes and back ups to ensure that everything goes his way, using every tool and every asset at his disposal to achieve the goals ahead of him.
- Important things need to be taken care of. Valuable assets and well-worn tools must be kept safe and as a result Erasmus is very Protective of the items and people that are useful to him. This protectiveness extends to Las Noches as a home as Erasmus is very territorial when it comes to the space that he owns.
- You don't get to tell the King no. If the King wants something then he's going to get it whether you like it or not and if you try to stop him then on your head be it. Being Stubborn can make for a good trait in a King, an unwillingness to be persuaded away from a correct and sure course may be beneficial. But it's a two way street and when combined with his arrogance unless a lot of work is put into forcing Erasmus to understand that his choice may not be the best or that his refusal is unnecessary he's not going to budge.
- Being powerful, being influential and simply being a higher being than the rest of the population has made Erasmus a very Arrogant person. They can't beat him, can't undermine him and will never see the things he sees, so why should he bother indulging them if they don't matter? The manifestation of this trait comes in the form of playfulness, they're his toys so he does what he wants with them and when they refuse he can just turn them into another black mark on the floor and get a new toy.
- The competent and the strong will rise, while the useless and the frail will die. Erasmus is a man that believes in meritocracy and has based his royal decision making around that ideal, constantly searching for individuals that have a spark about them, people that can bring something new and great to the table as opposed to the same old faces he sees a million times that all say that the strong should rise, but have no personal evidence to back their claims up. Simply being strong just isn't enough anymore and as a result Erasmus is Ruthless in his desire to achieve a better state for his Kingdom. The old will be thrown out and the new will take their place, if somebody else can do your job better than you then you're worthless.
- Erasmus is Detached from the lives of his fellow spirits. they are all beneath him now and their worries and concerns seem trivial when measured against the bigger picture that he sees. Though he may emulate empathy for others there is very little driving force for Erasmus' actions other than the fulfillment of his own goals and desires.
- There's a certain joy that Erasmus takes from the suffering of others. Because of his enlightened outlook on life the empathetic connection that he once shared with others has been severed and he has little problem being Cruel to those that have incited his wrath, going above and beyond what others may deem necessary, torturing souls with ultimatums and conditions that they can never hope to fulfill. He enjoys watching them squirm as they try to escape the trap.
"One of you has condemned all of you."
Erasmus feigns indifference toward the Shinigami race, claiming to understand their views on things because of his previous incarnation. The reality of the situation is that Erasmus has allowed one apple to spoil the whole barrel.
"They're honest, which is far more than can be said for the other races."
Hollow and Arrancar are in the highest regard by default. All of the other races lie and cheat and deceive, not just others, but themselves. An Arrancar will lie and cheat and deceive, but he's doing it because he's honest with himself and that is a very big difference, there's no social expectation with a Hollow, no societal obligation. In essence the Hollow and Arrancar are the embodiment of true freedom.
"They're all the same. Too worried about what other people think to realize that nobody gives a shit. They may as well be cattle."
The variant races love to play follow the leader, but there's one major flaw in their game; there is no leader. They're all so self absorbed that they think the world revolves around them, always busy worrying that people care or don't care for them, so busy in fact that none of them have time to care about anybody else. And they're so dishonest as a result, every day to them is just another opportunity to do what they think the rest of the population wants them to do and they justify it by convincing themselves that it's the right thing to do. They all have the darker urges of their Hollow brethren, but some kind of prey mentality keeps them from acting on it and it does nothing but hold them back.
The king owns a fascination with the weaponry of the time of his birth, even going so far as to learn how to forge a few pieces himself. The power involved in the process of both creation and use is the main draw, but a smaller and more private part of his interest comes from the aesthetic appeal of the weapons and armor that can be created. When made for functionality the pieces are beautiful, but when forged for the purpose of decoration they can becomes something so much more than that.
During his time in the human world Erasmus was afflicted with boredom and in his search for something to occupy himself with he began shaping clay, from there his hobby has developed until he was chiseling away at blocks of marble, morphing hunks of iron and heating raw steel. A few of his pieces can be found on display within the King's castle, their surfaces kept smooth and clean by one of his many servants. Many many more pieces have been birthed, rejected and cast out into the wastes of Hueco Mundo. Some may even be found by wandering Hollow from time to time.
What Englishman doesn't like tea? Warm, comforting and the perfect drink for friendly company.
Strength Of The World ___A Broken Concept: Obsession is omnipotent. Found within the desire for penance and the source of such seething hatred. It's inescapable, lurking deep within the darkest depths of the mind, tugging on the consciousness and tempting it to give in. Succumb to your Obsession and know it's splendor at the cost of your own integrity, resist and you'll never know how close you could have come to the realization.
A Broken Power: Everybody has desires, things they want, but very few are capable of allowing themselves to take it, to reach out for it. The power of Obsession is to bring what you want to the forefront of your mind and no matter how hard you try to push it away, no matter how desperately you try to forget, it will be there. You will be reminded every minute of every day and every dream will take the form of your desire. It will corrupt you. It will influence you. The person you thought you were will become a stranger and the new you will hunger for it and will do anything they can do to get it, if you let it corrupt you. Fighting the Obsession is an option, but it will take considerable will power and if you fail then the consequences may be dire. Obsession will become a poison upon your soul; you and you alone can fight it or embrace it.
A Broken Blade: Erasmus' blade is a European arming sword, with a blade as wide as his arm and just a little but longer. Double edged and a tip as fine as a needle, Erasmus' weapon is both cumbersome and efficient creating the perfect visage for instilling fear in an enemy. It glitters like silver, with a well-honed edge and piercing point, but for all of it's shimmering quality there's a dullness that permeates it's steel and a grey tint to it's scarlet grip. The zanpakuto is dead. It had once held the essence of it's wielder, his purest form, but now it's cold and lifeless and good for naught but spreading such afflictions.
Legacy Created ___As a human Erasmus was a farm boy with the name Artix, working the field to sell produce and put money in the constantly empty pot to help his family survive. As a family of four Artix shared his every waking moment with his mother, father and infant sister. Loans were taken to pay for the expenses of the farm, but keeping up with the payments proved to be harder than they first thought and eventually the money they managed to scrape together simply wasn't enough, the debt piled up and up until the collectors came. Breaking into the hovel that the family lived in they ravaged the few belongings that their victims owned. Both Artix and his father died protecting the homestead.
The Shinigami that purified Artix informed him that Seireitei was supposed to be a peaceful place where souls awaited reincarnation. Artix has been lied to. With no memory of his human life Artix fell into the Seventy Eighth District of West Rukongai, stumbling alone and vulnerable until being found by a woman who instilled in him a sense of safety. She was so much like him, lonely, frightened, confused, he couldn't help but give her his trust. With her he found friends and a place to call home, but with her he learned the bitter sting of betrayal as years worth of work and toil was taken from him in the dead of night, once again everything he owned was taken.
Violence was a release. Having succumbed to the darkness of the district Artix turned to violence and theft to stay alive. His fame as a lone looter grew until the districts feared his arrival; his presence brought fire and death and poverty and with his inhuman strength there was nothing they could do to stop him. Years of burning and pillaging left a crimson road behind his journey until a little girl stopped him in his tracks, standing defiantly in his path she was left alone to fight the storm by herself. Somehow she succeeded. Something about the girl caused Artix to question himself and he talked with that little girl, two vastly different figures standing by themselves on a dirt road. None of the residents can say what the two talked about, but what they can say is that they both left together and were never seen again.
Artix had taken the little girl, Rose, to help him overcome his flaws. Over time the two bonded and formed a relationship running through the same vein as a father and his daughter. It was Rose that kept Artix on the straight path until he reached the gates of the Academy. Enrolling was easy, staying enrolled was the most difficult thing he'd ever done. Intellectually Artix was lacking, his strengths were in his physical capabilities; a natural at Zanjutsu and quick to learn the swift movements of Hakuda. Had he not shown great promise as a Fifth recruit he would never have made it through the academy.
Artix started at the bottom and worked his way all the way up, learning lessons after lesson and gaining strength with every passing day. Over the years Artix changed dramatically under the molding weight of responsibility, gaining promotion after promotion within the Fifth Division until a golden opportunity presented itself in the tragic death of his captain. Artix became the new holder of the Fifth's haori. His leadership lasted less than a year before Central-46 enlisted him for their darker purpose. Their efforts had planted an evil within his soul, the essence of a Hollow corrupted him, it turned him back to his shadowy past of blood and murder and in an attempt to flee both the laws that were made against him and the possibility of losing control he exiled himself to the human world.
It wasn't long before others like him were created, beings called Vizards that could tap into the evil strength of the Hollow through the application of masks unique to each individual. In a blind rage he and the other vizards staged an invasion on Seireitei, plans were made and Erasmus entrusted the safety of his daughter to Kenshou ine, a shinigami and vizard sympathizer. Overestimating their new found strength the vizard rebels failed miserably and Artix fled back into the human world not knowing that Kenshou had failed him, not knowing that Rose had perished in the crossfire.
After two years of absence Artix returned to Karakura only to be met with the news of his daughters demise delivered to him personally by Kenshou. Blaming his once friend and sworn brother for her death Artix fell into depression, alone and bitter he drank and he grew violent, regressing back into the man he had been before Rose had saved him. Regret swelled inside of him.
Tova Diablo encountered the broken man and helped him find the purpose he needed. He had to find out the truth behind her demise. In his search he served under Gilgamesh, The Golden King, a spirit that had subjugated Seireitei and ruled it with an iron fist. Artix's goal was never met. His efforts continued to lead him to dead ends and drop offs.
A war against Hueco Mundo was launched and Erasmus' encounter with Ex-Central-46 judge Shiki Ashikabi was the straw that broke the camels back. Once the fighting was done Artix confined himself to his quarters for weeks and wallowed in his own self-hatred. Where once Erasmus had guided his division and connected it via warm familial ties he transitioned into a cold brutally militaristic style of command. Even the slightest transgressions were punished harshly and the vile treatment encouraged Kenshou to step forward to challenge Artix for custody of the division. For the first time in a long time Artix stepped out into the open. Disheveled, unclean and sickly looking he accepted the challenge.
During the fight the corruption lashed out within Artix's soul, it used his hatred and his doubt against him as leverage to take control. Artix died that day, a Hollow controlled his body and used it to open a garganta and fled into the human world.
Awakening in a strange room the Arrancar that resulted from the fight between Kenshou and Artix is met by a woman who nurses him to health and names him Erasmus. Having no knowledge of his previous life the Arrancar lives with this woman, doing her menial chores and existing peacefully.
With such a strong spiritual presence it was only a matter of time until somebody took notice of him and the first person to come knocking was the King of Hueco Mundo, Tova Diablo. Seeing the potential in this new and unexpected being Tova appointed Erasmus as his Primera in return for helping him retrieve his memories and whisked him away to serve him in the Hollow city of Las Noches.
During his time as Primera Espada Erasmus stumbled upon multiple pillars upon which he was able to depend. Rania, a woman who's insecurity incited sympathy in Erasmus as he vowed to help her get through her life and a small quincy child named Liora. Something about her made him feel nostalgic, a sorrowful chord was plucked within his soul and he felt drawn to the girl. Despite initial hesitation the two of them bonded quickly and over the course of a few months the lonely girl without a father began to think of Erasmus as her family. Months later the divide between Quincy and hollow proves to be too much for Liora and under the stress of Kirishi's presence, a girl that Erasmus had aided a few weeks prior, the little Quincy girl asks him to end it all for her. Understanding this as an opportunity to hold on to Liora forever Erasmus eats her soul and transforms it into a hollow named Xiaobei whom he takes in as his own daughter.
The act of consuming a child that he cared for leads Erasmus to understand what it means to be Hollow, as a result he leads the charge on an incursion in the human world destroying almost the entirety of Karakura before eventually being driven off by Adimus and Kohaku. He spends the next few months raising the Hollow child and cultivating his relationship with Rania before Xiaobei encounters a young woman named Tenko, relishing her good points at great length which prompts Erasmus to learn more. Upon meeting this girl he's surprised to learn that she's the twin sister of Kirishi and that both sisters are infinitely different in personality. Feeling responsible for the events that lead up to Kirishi's unhinged mind Erasmus vows to help the twins and eventually takes them under his wing as adopted daughters.
Tova Diablo, threatened by a pair of Royals looking to remove him from existence, cracks open the dome of Las Noches like an egg with a cero in order to consume the souls inside. The rogue cero strikes Xiaobei leaving her body irreparable, as Erasmus holds her bleeding body in his arms the life flows from her body. believing his child to be dead Erasmus loses his focus, striking his own subordinates in a fit of rage. Kirishi appears to tighten her hold over the Primera by bringing his precious daughter back to him through the use of her own transcendent blood. In her debt Erasmus scoops Xiaobei up into his arms and retreats back to his castle to help her recuperate.
Shortly after Erasmus is summoned to the throne room by Amaya. The first thing he witnesses upon entering the throne room is a distraught Amaya with Takua hanging over her. He jumps to conclusions and his rash actions only deepens Amaya's turmoil. And then she attacks him. Slashes his shoulder before turning upon Takua. The birth of Severance is concluded and the new Queen of Hueco Mundo is declared.
Her reign is short and Takua approaches Erasmus to inform him of her demise as well as the death of Rania, a woman that Erasmus had grown to love over their time together. The news strikes something within Erasmus, the Arrancar of Loss and whatever string that was keeping him together snapped. Rania is dead and with the twins nowhere to be seen Erasmus only has Xiaobei left. In an insane attempt to keep her safe Erasmus consumes her once again and integrates her being into his soul, keeping her protected forever. The act of personally removing the only thing he has left sends him over the edge of normality and his soul shatters. In his enlightenment Erasmus can see a future where fires burn and his children are happy and in light of this vision Erasmus declares himself King of Hueco Mundo.
Somebody else would take care of it.
That was what the King had told himself when the pounding began.
Somebody less important, somebody with less vital things to do would see to it that whatever or whoever was hammering away on the front gates would meet a swift and sudden end. So Erasmus returned to his own thoughts as he entertained a group of Arrancar that were trying to persuade him to give them numbers and appoint them as Espada. It wasn't their request to be heard that was so important, it was the planning that Erasmus needed to do for the future. He had Weylin under his thumb. That little trick had been one of the easiest things he'd ever done in his short existence as a higher being, but if his track record was anything to go by then it wasn't exactly going to be getting a whole lot harder. Adimus would be a little more difficult to bring around and the Tsutsugami after him, with their xenophobic look on spirits, would be harder still, but he foresaw no complications. But of course, that was the best case scenario, he needed to be prepa-
The King let out a long and frustrated sigh, provoking nervous glances from his audience. They weren't as acutely aware of the sounds of Las Noches as he was, the building was so large that they hardly heard a thing. Erasmus, on the other hand, heard everything. Vibrations carried every little movement, every word, every whisper to his ears and the furious rhythm of the castle assailant was no-
"Get out you idiots!" He flared at them, unable to take the combined annoyance of that blasted hammering and their bleating about how the strong deserve to rise above the weak. Just because they were right didn't mean they should receive Espada positions, they needed to have substance, have an idea that they can provide Las Noches to make it more productive. Why was it such a difficult thing for people to grasp?! You don't just receive power for wanting power you have to-
"For fuck's sake, do I need to do everything around here?!" Rising angrily from his throne the King finally managed to run the vermin Arrancar off. With any luck they wouldn't be coming back. Through the shadows surrounding his palm the empty sword emerged. A huge thing, with a blade as wide as his arm and and just a little bit longer. It glittered like silver, with a well-honed edge and piercing point, but for all of it's shimmering quality there was a dullness that permeated it's steel and a grey tint to it's scarlet grip. The zanpakuto was dead. It had once held the essence of it's wielder, his purest form, but now it was cold and lifeless and good for naught but spreading such afflictions. With that familiar weight between his fingers Erasmus marched from his throne and vanished before his foot could hit the first step of the stair case that lead down from it.
Moonlight flooded the darkened hallway that the intruder had revealed to the outside world, it gleamed in it's own reflection off of the thin sheets of scaled steel that rippled along the arms and shins of the Kings body and made his zanpakuto flare like a white void. Of all the things he expected it wasn't exactly to be met by one of the weakest Arrancar he'd ever known, barely on par with Sobek. Why nobody had simply wiped this little shit away and called it a day was beyond him but it did nothing to lighten the mood that had been darkening since he;d woken up that morning.
"Well done, Bruce Wayne, this is what we call property damage and since we don't have a form of currency there are only a few ways I can think of for you to pay for it." Though his words were ever a mockery of the world around him they did little to hide the truth of his frustration and the threat behind the word "pay" seeped with malicious intent. But the being before him looked wholly out of place. Erasmus had never seen nor heard his presence around Las Noches. Where had he come from?
"You understand what you're doing, right? You understand that this." The King pointed vaguely around at the rubble and the edges of the new door frame he now had with the tip of his weapon, an unimpressed grimace lining his features. "Isn't exactly earning you any brownie points. Especially since I have no clue 'v'ere' she is, or who 'she' even is. All you had to do was walk through to the throne room, I'd have welcomed a decent diversion from the norm but instead you go full retard and smash my front door in!"
Beginning his approach Erasmus held the blade aloft, the tip eagerly reaching out for the Arrancar's throat, the stones and dust crunching beneath his thick metal boots. If the intruder didn't want to move then that was fine, the point of his sword would kiss his adams apple and he'd be impaled, but Erasmus wasn't going to stop marching until the other guy moved. A painful game of chicken.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you and go about my day."
OOC ___Player Alias: Spuddy the Space Beagle Extraordinaire IV
Desired Starting GP: More than you.
Where you referred by anyone?: God
Other Characters: Red Devil-Man