Post by Rahib Al-Zalam on Jan 30, 2018 19:29:22 GMT -5
Al-Zalam, Rahib
Monk of Darkness
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5'3" & 105 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Short silvery white hair, and light blue eyes.
Positive Traits:
Devotion
Fearlessness
Faith
Negative Traits:
Naive
Vengeful
Anxiety
Loyalties: God and himself.
Snapshots:
(September 17th)
- Born under the name Josef Aussenberg in Munich.
(Age 5)
- Given to The Shadow due to his disability.
(Age 8)
- Desperation, pain and humiliation help awaken his powers.
(Age 10)
- Earns the name of Rahib Al-Zalam.
(Age 16)
- Spearheads the uprising against The Shadow.
(Age 18)
- Breaks free, and flees towards Karakura.
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: Describe how your character looks, sounds, smells, and acts like. Try to focus on the key aspects of a character, such as their body build, demeanor, and vocal patterns, and stray away from useless information that won’t be brought up in a typical thread. This description should be very cleanly written, but not come off as a checklist of features. Try to mesh all of the parts together to create a coherent thought.
Spiritual Description: Similar to above, though this focuses on the spiritual presence of your character. This would be how their Reiatsu appears and/or feels when they release it. Typically, Reiatsu can invoke a feeling of sorts and often takes on a ghostly appearance. Reiatsu cannot be touched or molded and simply serves as dramatic effect.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: Describe who your character is and how they interact with the world. This doesn’t necessarily include what they like or dislike, unless those opinions have an actual effect on the character. That is to say, including that they like to watch it rain is rather useless, however saying they are a hollow sympathizer is certainly worth mentioning. Take into consideration things that will actually be relevant to the story you’re telling and information other thread partners would want to see out of your character. This is where you justify the things you want to do.
Goals & Achievements: This is where you briefly talk about things your character has done in the past, or things they want to do. Please note that you cannot have had any previous position of notable power (such as lieutenant or captain), however mentioning that you were once a seated officer in a certain division is very relevant information. This is a very good place to start a foundation of your story and make notes on the general direction of where you want to go with your character. Above all else, keep your goals reasonable; it was be a little ludicrous to go out the gate wanting to be Captain Commander. However, feel free to update this as you progress, so players have easy access to your current plans and accomplishments.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Quincy Cross: The source of your power and typically a symbol among your Quincy family. Even if you’re not born to a Quincy family, all Quincy manage to stumble upon their cross at some point in their life, thus allowing them to channel their powers through it and summon their spirit weapon. Typically, the cross takes on the form of a pentagram or a Christian cross, though it can look like anything.
Power: Rahib is able to materialize and manipulate darkness as a reflection of his own inherent blindness into weapons.
Spirit Weapon: His spirit weapon takes on the form of a tuning fork like blade. The handle allows just enough room for one of his hands, and the two prong limbs extend out to just about the size of a small sword. Despite being sharp on both outer edges of its limbs, the tuning fork's is self explanatory as he uses it to create sound, and thus get a better situational awareness in battle. Beyond that, drawing a reishi string from the tip of both limbs, allows Rahib to use the weapon in a ranged capacity, in the form of a slingshot. Rather than arrows, it just fires round, stone-like constructs of reishi.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
Long before the boy had the ability to maintain long term memories, he had a family. Ubestknown to him, the boy had been born to family with a long history with the Quincy, under the name of Josef Aussenberg. To no fault of his own, the baby was seen with disdain from the very first day. He had been born several weeks prior to the expect delivery date, and weighted very little. The sickly baby had to be kept alive with plenty of medical equipment. And more importantly and unfortunate, the steady supply of oxygen he received had damaged his eyes, and effectively blinded him. Several surgical procedures only added to the grief. In a way, the boy should have been thankful he couldn’t see given his condition, and that he couldn’t remember given his age. Neither his father nor his mother showed any kind of empathy or care for the boy. Both of them had been renowned Quincy, and needed a strong and suitable heir to carry on their name, and Josef wouldn’t be it. After the boy was released from the hospital and sent home, his treatment was never what it should have been. His care fell primarily on the hands of the maids, and the butler. His parents were only interested in his potential for power, and whether they could truly be proud of what they brought out into the world. In fact, all friends of the family were told that Josef still remained hospitalized in a private institution. It seemed they needed more time to figure out whether they would say their boy made it, assuming he amounted to something, or whether the sickly baby had perished, in the case he was no good. Several doctors and Quincy instructors were called in to assess the boy a couple years later. By then he was old enough to talk, but the only ones that bothered talking back to him with any degree of frequency were the servants of the house. His parents only spoke to him when they needed something done.
Once Josef was assessed, a detailed conclusion of the findings was presented to the family. He certainly had inherited great potential. His level of energy, even at that age, indicated that he could amount to quite a lot in his adult years… had he not been blind. Unfortunately, his disability was seen as great enough of an issue as to impair and destroy any chances he could ever have at being a powerful Quincy, let alone someone worthy of carrying on the family name. Although he possessed great situational awareness, and responded to touch and sounds with peculiarly interesting ease, it was not enough. He had trouble reacting to far away sounds, and he couldn’t aim and hit effectively targets that were a fair distance from him. Essentially, as a Quincy, he was deemed useless. The news were never shared with him. In fact, Josef never even found out how his parents felt or the reasons why the servants treated him better than his own family. He always attributed it to something he had done, despite always having been a good boy from the very start. Despite his ignorance to the circumstances, a choice was made in his absence. His parents couldn’t bear the shame. Josef would be pronounced dead to all family members, including themselves. They’d simply have to keep trying for a good baby. As for the young boy, he was told he’d spend time with other relatives. Little did he know he had been sold to a sect known as The Shadow. That day marked the last time Josef would be around his parents, and the last time someone would call him by that name.
Rise to Power:
As soon as the boy had arrived, he was tossed among other boys and girls, where each were beaten by adults until the couldn’t scream or cry anymore. The more they screamed, and the more they cried out, the harsher the beating would be. And once silence had all but settled in, their superiors would ask their names. Every time any of them answered, all of them would be beaten. Some kids had even died in the process. He could hear the deafened voices of kids to his side that no longer whimpered, and no longer moved, even after he shook them to obtain a response. The point was soon driven home to all of them despite their young age. They were in The Shadow now, and they had no name. They were worthless, and meaningless until they created value for themselves and earned their right to a name. Each of the kids there had either been sold, gifted, or kidnapped from their families from one reason or another. The only likeness between them that the boy could sense was the spiritual gift they all enjoyed, but that’s all the enjoyment they would have. Although it was difficult to know exactly how many, at least a dozen had been brought along with him. And beyond that, roughly three or four dozen more kids about their age, maybe a year or two older were already housed in that location. Despite not knowing where he was, his lack of sight was not an impediment to visualize what he imagined the place looked like. There were rough and hard walls all around him, of very different textures and irregular edges, almost like a rock. Rain filtered freely from above, almost as if there were holes or no ceiling at all. During the days, the scorching temperatures were nigh unbearable, and during the night the cold had claimed more lives than he remembered. Each kid was in the nude, not even allowed clothes to wear. If they died, they died.
Every morning the kids were sent to train in large groups, followed by specialized group in much smaller circles. The trainings involved combat with bladed weapons, hand to hand skills, assassination tactics, and the steady control of their own energy. From time to time, random kids would be pitted against one another to the death to weed out the weak. Other times, the very strongest and most prodigious of them all was pitted against one of the superiors who would succeed in beating and murdering the kid. It stood as a reminder that regardless of their skill and their power, none of them were indispensable. There was always someone stronger than them, and they needed to train their hardest as if they were the very worst. The boy’s biggest mistake was to think any of the ones there were his friends. He would willingly help others just to be betrayed and beat by those he had tried to lend a hand to. In time, he too had learned how to harness his own skills in combat. The kid still couldn’t pinpoint far away objects, but he could recognize and react to sounds rather quickly. His close quarter combat skills, specially that with the blade had claimed plenty of lives. And while the idea of killing had first caused him anguish, the pain of his own beatings and the ideology that was literally hammered onto them made that a fleeting thought.
Eventually his day would come. The small metal crucifix he had been given in order to harness the reishi around him seemed to aid him well. With his skill with the blade and situational awareness, the kid had been making a name for himself in combat and trials. He had noticed he could get a much better mental picture of his origins through the sound created, and as such his spiritual weapon had taken the distinct form of a tuning fork. Regardless, it was time to quell his ego from ever arising and extinguish his life in the process. One of the supervising adults had taken to battle with him, and defeated him. The man kept punching and kicking the kid until he experienced pain all over his body, and sticky streams of what he figured it was blood drenched almost every area of his body. And soon, with a stabbing pain on his arm as a dagger pierced into his flesh, an agonizing scream resulted in a continuous wave of dark energy engulfing him and standing him up straight. And raising his hand towards his aggressor, a blade of pure darkness would form as it pierced into his head, effectively ending his life. With the shock to everyone including himself, the boy was given clothes for the very first time. The following day, he was bestowed the name he would carry from thereon, Rahib Al-Zalam, or Monk of Darkness. As it turned out, The Shadow was well aware of the Quincy. Their ranks, including the kids they trained included Spiritual Humans and Quincy alike. Once given his name, Rahib would be moved out of that location and onto a different one. Besides its mentors, The Shadow was composed of 12 Phantoms. There could only be 12 at any one time. The kids they trained were driven to their very ends and killed in the hopes of creating the very best replacement should any of the Phantoms be killed. At the age of 10, Rahib had been the youngest to ever become one of the Phantoms. He soon learned that the class of kids he was a part of was only one of many. Sometimes one or two showed promise to one day join the ranks, and sometimes all were slaughtered in their quest to find the very best. By then, the notion didn’t do much other than elicit a surprised look from him. The ideology of the Phantoms was simple. The world was not doing what it should in regards to the threat Hollows posed. Quincy destroyed them, but it wasn’t enough. The Phantoms deliberately sought out Hollows, luring them as often as they could into a confrontation. Their point wasn’t just killing however; any Quincy could do that. They lured stronger and stronger members of their kind to either kill or capture to torture and interrogate. They were mindless beasts, as he was told. They were told they served a higher purpose, and that it was the will of God Himself.
Call to Action:
However, the more Rahib was forced into battles, and into killing, the more he came to understand the opponent he faced. Hollows and Arrancars possessed fear, like almost any opponent he had ever faced, but not all were evil. He had encountered plenty of them that were simply out to their own devices, without seeming intent to harm or kill anyone else, but they themselves were killed just in case. It didn’t seem right. And it certainly didn’t sound like the God he served. If that was the case, he had to assume it wasn’t his God that was in the wrong, but the ones that lead them that had been misguided. They needed reforming. They needed punishment. They needed judgement. With the freedoms Rahib was offered ever since getting his name, he had managed to learn Braille, and even taught some of his sympathizers in an effort to communicate with more ease and avoid being caught. Among the 12 Phantoms, four, himself included agreed with the cause. Some either sympathized with Hollows that were not inherently evil, and others simply wanted to bring judgement into The Shadow for a straying from the light of God. Regardless of the reasons, the teen led the group and organized the revolt, even going as far as recruiting the help of Hollows that were still incarcerated and due for further torture.
When the battle commenced, it was obvious he had made a mistake. The element of surprise had been lost. Someone among his group of Phantoms had betrayed him and alerted the organization, giving them enough time to be ready and ambush them. It was hard to believe he had misjudged their character so much. Despite his lack of sight, Rahib was very good at judging emotions and character. This time however, he had placed his trust on the wrong person, and they would all pay for it. In the ensuing battle, every Hollow at their side was killed. Every Phantom that sided with Rahib except for the traitor had been slayed as well. And although he fought valiantly, killing several members of The Shadow, and even a few Phantoms on his own, the teen was eventually caught. Following his capture, Rahib was tortured over and over again. His body was sliced in almost every area, deep enough to cause pain and bleeding, but not deep enough to potentially cause death by blood loss. The torture involved many unspeakable acts, all of which he had already witnessed done on the Hollows. When that was done, the young man was tossed in a cell, left to rot, and heal enough to receive more torture whenever his captors remembered him. He was only fed enough to stay alive, and never anything of true sustenance.
In the dark and alone, Rahib continued to train his body and the powers he possessed. It was his only means of staying sane despite the horrors he was exposed to. Too much time had passed, and he had long since lost track of time. All he knew was that one day he had enough. Mustering his courage he fought against a Phantom that had come to take him into his regular torture. Despite his own injuries and ailments, his strength and power rose up as he defeated and killed the Phantom; a true testament to his potential. Before he even thought of leaving however, there was something else he had to do. Despite his own injuries, he focused in on a peculiar energy as he found the Phantom that had betrayed him. Engaging in deadly combat that brought him even more near deadly injuries, he was able to finally extinguish the light from his eyes. He had trusted him and the man had betrayed him. He was worse than trash, and deserved what came to him. Rushing out of the facility, he used his skills to guide him, along with his tuning fork to make it out. Once he was out of their reach, all he could hear were screams and laughter. They told him he would come back to them once he saw the way the world truly was, and why change was inevitable; that the end justifies the means. But rushing past the voices and the memories, Rahib left the area and made his trek towards Karakura. He had heard of the upheaval in the city, and how many spiritual significant individuals gathered there. The young man had no real clue what he expected to find, if any. With him he had only taken his braille bible. He hoped he could find his way, and that the light of God showed him what was the next step for him. It was the very first time he had the freedom to do as he wished, and yet he had no idea what to do. The young man still went out of his way to fight and kill Hollows in the vicinity if they threatened Humans, but more than once he had left them be if they did not seem to seek trouble. Rahib was certainly different than most of his kind, and despite his blindness, he was desperate to see if it meant finding his purpose and discovering his calling.
Monk of Darkness
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 5'3" & 105 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Short silvery white hair, and light blue eyes.
Positive Traits:
Devotion
Fearlessness
Faith
Negative Traits:
Naive
Vengeful
Anxiety
Loyalties: God and himself.
Snapshots:
(September 17th)
- Born under the name Josef Aussenberg in Munich.
(Age 5)
- Given to The Shadow due to his disability.
(Age 8)
- Desperation, pain and humiliation help awaken his powers.
(Age 10)
- Earns the name of Rahib Al-Zalam.
(Age 16)
- Spearheads the uprising against The Shadow.
(Age 18)
- Breaks free, and flees towards Karakura.
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: Describe how your character looks, sounds, smells, and acts like. Try to focus on the key aspects of a character, such as their body build, demeanor, and vocal patterns, and stray away from useless information that won’t be brought up in a typical thread. This description should be very cleanly written, but not come off as a checklist of features. Try to mesh all of the parts together to create a coherent thought.
Spiritual Description: Similar to above, though this focuses on the spiritual presence of your character. This would be how their Reiatsu appears and/or feels when they release it. Typically, Reiatsu can invoke a feeling of sorts and often takes on a ghostly appearance. Reiatsu cannot be touched or molded and simply serves as dramatic effect.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: Describe who your character is and how they interact with the world. This doesn’t necessarily include what they like or dislike, unless those opinions have an actual effect on the character. That is to say, including that they like to watch it rain is rather useless, however saying they are a hollow sympathizer is certainly worth mentioning. Take into consideration things that will actually be relevant to the story you’re telling and information other thread partners would want to see out of your character. This is where you justify the things you want to do.
Goals & Achievements: This is where you briefly talk about things your character has done in the past, or things they want to do. Please note that you cannot have had any previous position of notable power (such as lieutenant or captain), however mentioning that you were once a seated officer in a certain division is very relevant information. This is a very good place to start a foundation of your story and make notes on the general direction of where you want to go with your character. Above all else, keep your goals reasonable; it was be a little ludicrous to go out the gate wanting to be Captain Commander. However, feel free to update this as you progress, so players have easy access to your current plans and accomplishments.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Quincy Cross: The source of your power and typically a symbol among your Quincy family. Even if you’re not born to a Quincy family, all Quincy manage to stumble upon their cross at some point in their life, thus allowing them to channel their powers through it and summon their spirit weapon. Typically, the cross takes on the form of a pentagram or a Christian cross, though it can look like anything.
Power: Rahib is able to materialize and manipulate darkness as a reflection of his own inherent blindness into weapons.
Spirit Weapon: His spirit weapon takes on the form of a tuning fork like blade. The handle allows just enough room for one of his hands, and the two prong limbs extend out to just about the size of a small sword. Despite being sharp on both outer edges of its limbs, the tuning fork's is self explanatory as he uses it to create sound, and thus get a better situational awareness in battle. Beyond that, drawing a reishi string from the tip of both limbs, allows Rahib to use the weapon in a ranged capacity, in the form of a slingshot. Rather than arrows, it just fires round, stone-like constructs of reishi.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
Long before the boy had the ability to maintain long term memories, he had a family. Ubestknown to him, the boy had been born to family with a long history with the Quincy, under the name of Josef Aussenberg. To no fault of his own, the baby was seen with disdain from the very first day. He had been born several weeks prior to the expect delivery date, and weighted very little. The sickly baby had to be kept alive with plenty of medical equipment. And more importantly and unfortunate, the steady supply of oxygen he received had damaged his eyes, and effectively blinded him. Several surgical procedures only added to the grief. In a way, the boy should have been thankful he couldn’t see given his condition, and that he couldn’t remember given his age. Neither his father nor his mother showed any kind of empathy or care for the boy. Both of them had been renowned Quincy, and needed a strong and suitable heir to carry on their name, and Josef wouldn’t be it. After the boy was released from the hospital and sent home, his treatment was never what it should have been. His care fell primarily on the hands of the maids, and the butler. His parents were only interested in his potential for power, and whether they could truly be proud of what they brought out into the world. In fact, all friends of the family were told that Josef still remained hospitalized in a private institution. It seemed they needed more time to figure out whether they would say their boy made it, assuming he amounted to something, or whether the sickly baby had perished, in the case he was no good. Several doctors and Quincy instructors were called in to assess the boy a couple years later. By then he was old enough to talk, but the only ones that bothered talking back to him with any degree of frequency were the servants of the house. His parents only spoke to him when they needed something done.
Once Josef was assessed, a detailed conclusion of the findings was presented to the family. He certainly had inherited great potential. His level of energy, even at that age, indicated that he could amount to quite a lot in his adult years… had he not been blind. Unfortunately, his disability was seen as great enough of an issue as to impair and destroy any chances he could ever have at being a powerful Quincy, let alone someone worthy of carrying on the family name. Although he possessed great situational awareness, and responded to touch and sounds with peculiarly interesting ease, it was not enough. He had trouble reacting to far away sounds, and he couldn’t aim and hit effectively targets that were a fair distance from him. Essentially, as a Quincy, he was deemed useless. The news were never shared with him. In fact, Josef never even found out how his parents felt or the reasons why the servants treated him better than his own family. He always attributed it to something he had done, despite always having been a good boy from the very start. Despite his ignorance to the circumstances, a choice was made in his absence. His parents couldn’t bear the shame. Josef would be pronounced dead to all family members, including themselves. They’d simply have to keep trying for a good baby. As for the young boy, he was told he’d spend time with other relatives. Little did he know he had been sold to a sect known as The Shadow. That day marked the last time Josef would be around his parents, and the last time someone would call him by that name.
Rise to Power:
As soon as the boy had arrived, he was tossed among other boys and girls, where each were beaten by adults until the couldn’t scream or cry anymore. The more they screamed, and the more they cried out, the harsher the beating would be. And once silence had all but settled in, their superiors would ask their names. Every time any of them answered, all of them would be beaten. Some kids had even died in the process. He could hear the deafened voices of kids to his side that no longer whimpered, and no longer moved, even after he shook them to obtain a response. The point was soon driven home to all of them despite their young age. They were in The Shadow now, and they had no name. They were worthless, and meaningless until they created value for themselves and earned their right to a name. Each of the kids there had either been sold, gifted, or kidnapped from their families from one reason or another. The only likeness between them that the boy could sense was the spiritual gift they all enjoyed, but that’s all the enjoyment they would have. Although it was difficult to know exactly how many, at least a dozen had been brought along with him. And beyond that, roughly three or four dozen more kids about their age, maybe a year or two older were already housed in that location. Despite not knowing where he was, his lack of sight was not an impediment to visualize what he imagined the place looked like. There were rough and hard walls all around him, of very different textures and irregular edges, almost like a rock. Rain filtered freely from above, almost as if there were holes or no ceiling at all. During the days, the scorching temperatures were nigh unbearable, and during the night the cold had claimed more lives than he remembered. Each kid was in the nude, not even allowed clothes to wear. If they died, they died.
Every morning the kids were sent to train in large groups, followed by specialized group in much smaller circles. The trainings involved combat with bladed weapons, hand to hand skills, assassination tactics, and the steady control of their own energy. From time to time, random kids would be pitted against one another to the death to weed out the weak. Other times, the very strongest and most prodigious of them all was pitted against one of the superiors who would succeed in beating and murdering the kid. It stood as a reminder that regardless of their skill and their power, none of them were indispensable. There was always someone stronger than them, and they needed to train their hardest as if they were the very worst. The boy’s biggest mistake was to think any of the ones there were his friends. He would willingly help others just to be betrayed and beat by those he had tried to lend a hand to. In time, he too had learned how to harness his own skills in combat. The kid still couldn’t pinpoint far away objects, but he could recognize and react to sounds rather quickly. His close quarter combat skills, specially that with the blade had claimed plenty of lives. And while the idea of killing had first caused him anguish, the pain of his own beatings and the ideology that was literally hammered onto them made that a fleeting thought.
Eventually his day would come. The small metal crucifix he had been given in order to harness the reishi around him seemed to aid him well. With his skill with the blade and situational awareness, the kid had been making a name for himself in combat and trials. He had noticed he could get a much better mental picture of his origins through the sound created, and as such his spiritual weapon had taken the distinct form of a tuning fork. Regardless, it was time to quell his ego from ever arising and extinguish his life in the process. One of the supervising adults had taken to battle with him, and defeated him. The man kept punching and kicking the kid until he experienced pain all over his body, and sticky streams of what he figured it was blood drenched almost every area of his body. And soon, with a stabbing pain on his arm as a dagger pierced into his flesh, an agonizing scream resulted in a continuous wave of dark energy engulfing him and standing him up straight. And raising his hand towards his aggressor, a blade of pure darkness would form as it pierced into his head, effectively ending his life. With the shock to everyone including himself, the boy was given clothes for the very first time. The following day, he was bestowed the name he would carry from thereon, Rahib Al-Zalam, or Monk of Darkness. As it turned out, The Shadow was well aware of the Quincy. Their ranks, including the kids they trained included Spiritual Humans and Quincy alike. Once given his name, Rahib would be moved out of that location and onto a different one. Besides its mentors, The Shadow was composed of 12 Phantoms. There could only be 12 at any one time. The kids they trained were driven to their very ends and killed in the hopes of creating the very best replacement should any of the Phantoms be killed. At the age of 10, Rahib had been the youngest to ever become one of the Phantoms. He soon learned that the class of kids he was a part of was only one of many. Sometimes one or two showed promise to one day join the ranks, and sometimes all were slaughtered in their quest to find the very best. By then, the notion didn’t do much other than elicit a surprised look from him. The ideology of the Phantoms was simple. The world was not doing what it should in regards to the threat Hollows posed. Quincy destroyed them, but it wasn’t enough. The Phantoms deliberately sought out Hollows, luring them as often as they could into a confrontation. Their point wasn’t just killing however; any Quincy could do that. They lured stronger and stronger members of their kind to either kill or capture to torture and interrogate. They were mindless beasts, as he was told. They were told they served a higher purpose, and that it was the will of God Himself.
Call to Action:
However, the more Rahib was forced into battles, and into killing, the more he came to understand the opponent he faced. Hollows and Arrancars possessed fear, like almost any opponent he had ever faced, but not all were evil. He had encountered plenty of them that were simply out to their own devices, without seeming intent to harm or kill anyone else, but they themselves were killed just in case. It didn’t seem right. And it certainly didn’t sound like the God he served. If that was the case, he had to assume it wasn’t his God that was in the wrong, but the ones that lead them that had been misguided. They needed reforming. They needed punishment. They needed judgement. With the freedoms Rahib was offered ever since getting his name, he had managed to learn Braille, and even taught some of his sympathizers in an effort to communicate with more ease and avoid being caught. Among the 12 Phantoms, four, himself included agreed with the cause. Some either sympathized with Hollows that were not inherently evil, and others simply wanted to bring judgement into The Shadow for a straying from the light of God. Regardless of the reasons, the teen led the group and organized the revolt, even going as far as recruiting the help of Hollows that were still incarcerated and due for further torture.
When the battle commenced, it was obvious he had made a mistake. The element of surprise had been lost. Someone among his group of Phantoms had betrayed him and alerted the organization, giving them enough time to be ready and ambush them. It was hard to believe he had misjudged their character so much. Despite his lack of sight, Rahib was very good at judging emotions and character. This time however, he had placed his trust on the wrong person, and they would all pay for it. In the ensuing battle, every Hollow at their side was killed. Every Phantom that sided with Rahib except for the traitor had been slayed as well. And although he fought valiantly, killing several members of The Shadow, and even a few Phantoms on his own, the teen was eventually caught. Following his capture, Rahib was tortured over and over again. His body was sliced in almost every area, deep enough to cause pain and bleeding, but not deep enough to potentially cause death by blood loss. The torture involved many unspeakable acts, all of which he had already witnessed done on the Hollows. When that was done, the young man was tossed in a cell, left to rot, and heal enough to receive more torture whenever his captors remembered him. He was only fed enough to stay alive, and never anything of true sustenance.
In the dark and alone, Rahib continued to train his body and the powers he possessed. It was his only means of staying sane despite the horrors he was exposed to. Too much time had passed, and he had long since lost track of time. All he knew was that one day he had enough. Mustering his courage he fought against a Phantom that had come to take him into his regular torture. Despite his own injuries and ailments, his strength and power rose up as he defeated and killed the Phantom; a true testament to his potential. Before he even thought of leaving however, there was something else he had to do. Despite his own injuries, he focused in on a peculiar energy as he found the Phantom that had betrayed him. Engaging in deadly combat that brought him even more near deadly injuries, he was able to finally extinguish the light from his eyes. He had trusted him and the man had betrayed him. He was worse than trash, and deserved what came to him. Rushing out of the facility, he used his skills to guide him, along with his tuning fork to make it out. Once he was out of their reach, all he could hear were screams and laughter. They told him he would come back to them once he saw the way the world truly was, and why change was inevitable; that the end justifies the means. But rushing past the voices and the memories, Rahib left the area and made his trek towards Karakura. He had heard of the upheaval in the city, and how many spiritual significant individuals gathered there. The young man had no real clue what he expected to find, if any. With him he had only taken his braille bible. He hoped he could find his way, and that the light of God showed him what was the next step for him. It was the very first time he had the freedom to do as he wished, and yet he had no idea what to do. The young man still went out of his way to fight and kill Hollows in the vicinity if they threatened Humans, but more than once he had left them be if they did not seem to seek trouble. Rahib was certainly different than most of his kind, and despite his blindness, he was desperate to see if it meant finding his purpose and discovering his calling.
