Cocaine the Arrancar

[The Haitian]

Name: Cocaine

Gender: Male

Age: 9800

Visual Age: 22

Race: Arrancar

Birth/Created: 200 A.D.

Height: 6'9"

Weight: 192 pounds

Blood Type: O positive

Status: Alive

Personality:

That the world is a game is an excuse used by more than one soul to explain away precisely -why- they find the ideas of mundane thought to be alternately boring and hysterical, but it is again applied to Cocaine. Take a mind gifted with a proper intellect and give it room to grow, and then introduce to it the lure that all of reality could be understood and controlled-one only had to study it from the proper angle. This mind would belong to a young boy born in the shadow of the towers of others. The key? Water.

Cocaine possesses just enough intellect to see past the games of breakfast, lunch and bed, and not quite enough to know that buckling down and working to control the world was a far safer venue that setting yourself up as a demonic lord. But to hear it from him, the latter itself would be foolishness; there are far greater prizes to be won than kingdoms or even gods. Cocaine has an ambition which burns inside him to possess reality itself, and to those ends there is nothing sacred. All those who would cling to the practice of gaining traditional power or worshiping deities who seem so weak on their own thrones are considered lacking in ambition by the Bount, who tends to see rules and restrictions as challenges for growth. The concepts of dark arts are laughable for Cocaine, who sees no such thing as good or evil. Morality, in his eyes, is set down by the gods to be followed by quaking mortal sheep, and if you need not obey them then why should you abstain? For this reason, it is quite simple for the man to perform deeds which could be considered perversions of nature or of justice-why bother stopping? Who was going to catch you? The police? Well, if you were weak enough or shortsighted enough to be stopped by a -cop-, then you deserved your fate.

Understandably, Cocaine thinks of the divine as being nothing more than overgrown humans who have power that they should keep better watch over lest it be taken from them. There is no reason in his eyes as to why a human cannot attain that level, particularly not when the gods pluck away souls and then bind them to their wants.

By the same token, Cocaine suffers from feeling as if there are no absolutes in the world. He occasionally tires of his own games, knowing by his own logic that reality is only what he is reaching for, and if he should put his side of the playing pieces down then there are no stories of justice or morals to rally him back. He is far too proud to resort to giving into such illusions, however,

What do you do when you see the seams of the world and also see just how frail they truly are? When you can shake out the game of mortal lives and bind it to your own ambition to give it its only worth, what rule is there to command you when the nights are quiet and the rewards not as bright as they had once seemed to be?

You entertain yourself. Cocaine has no intentions yet of giving into the same despair which his own logics have brought him to, and if his laughter is a little too wild and a little too out of control-forgive him, he's only having a long day.

Cocaine also has a noted lack of patience, expecting other people to at least be enrolled in whichever task they claim to be intent on. Those who will not either admit to having no interest or no purpose in being involved with a subject are only wastes of time. When the necromancer has a more relaxed schedule, he does not mind being diverted, but when he is fixed upon a task he demands for it to be completed and to the flames can be resigned any who do not intend to help or get out of his way. Because of this, many can be put off by Cocaine's mannerisms, which swing from utterly playful to ruthlessly in demand for them to perform appropriately. His life in a complete disarray he follows his own.

The Arrancar also enjoys amused whining and being utterly off-balance in his approach to others. At heart, he knows that he would rather be seen in thrall to a baker's cart than actually resist fulfilling one of his plans due to mere complaints, but it's far too entertaining to watch other people react. For a man with such a sense of pride, he gives up a surprising amount in just how silly he can get-incomprehensible to all save those who see just how sensitive he can get when his intellectual capacities, the true root of his vanity, are mocked and assumed lacking.

Appearance:

Cocaine stands at depicted height, but makes up for it in sheer bearing alone. His face is too rounded about the chin to have the classical and dangerously sharp features, although he remedies this by the clipping of his pale hair to a decent chin length. His white mask gives much suspicion to strangers as to why he would actually wear this mask. Cocaine looks as if he has something to hide, though much people would not know. Close enough such an assumption may be, but the expression in Cocaine's eyes in one, which few would match to a normal bookworm. If it were not for the fact that he laughs so much-or possibly even despite it-one could imagine him to be enraged by how intense his gaze can be once attracted to a subject, and by just how much it demands to be granted anything and everything on the spot.




Biography/History

Cocaine was born in a family of 12. The point of consistency his parents had planned made names un-important, given the name 7 he was set off to live while his parents did what they do. Being homeschooled with his other siblings, He happened to make a friend with number 4, being five years underneath his own age at the time. Growing up to break from the pack of the similarities and indifference all the siblings shared Cocaine led to become the leader of a neighboring townat age 23. Eight months later, he was sent a letter from his parents. Cocaine was in dissary, he thought he had broken off all ties from them never wanting them to be in his life. He ignored the letters as they continue to swarm him. Eventually a letter from number 5 came to him and he reconsidered.

Visiting the home of his parent he scowled, spitting on the ground in the loath he possessed. getting tired of waiting on the doorstep Cocaine kicked down the door and took a look inside to find mommy and daddy dearest. The stench coming from down below caught his attention and decided to play with his nose as he curled it up with disgust. Heading down he saw bodies on the floor around him stabbed with multiple wounds as he saw a few still breathing. Bending down to see who he was, Cocaine herd a deep rumbling noise. Looking over to the right he saw his parents over a a heart like shape. Inside this shape on the floor he saw some kanji characters of the Japanese of the Japanese. Cocaine read it slowly fearing what was happened. 'So...aku...do'. A bright light came from the circle as a demon emerged hastily as if he hasn't seen the light in so long. Grabbing cocaine's parents quickly he devoured them as their blood rained in the room. Quickly looking over at Cocaine. Cocaine began to shiver as his legs became locked with fear. In flash the man next to him slightly breathing was gone, into the creatures mouth. The Demon then lunged for Cocaine as his hands ran claws down his back Cocaine soon passed out. Waking up in uncharted waters. He has been surrounded by light and liquid beneath his feet as he came to realize he had a hole in his chest with a chain connected to it. He looked around and then was consumed by dozens of other hollows which forced him into the menos state.

During his days as a menos all he felt was hunger, Pain, and The need to cry out to all other menos around him. the only problem was that they were focused on killing him along with the otehr new weaklings around....Cocaine wasn't about to have his ass handed to him by a pack of meaningless freaks so he proved his bark was worst than his bite and bit back at the monsters surrounding him.

Later he began to take shape as a humanoid but without the main body parts, mainly as a hovering head. Cocaine had increased his intellect forcefully by instinct alone and from then on he started killing other hollows he would come by merely for the thrill of it. He didn't become war crazed per se' he just lost his sanity, the very thing keeping him from loving a good fight. After the hyogoku Was released Cocaine was one of the first to ascend to vasto lorde, And even sooner he became renowned for his skills with zanjutsu. His only ambition now was to starve his war crazed monster which had probably already started consuming his mind.

During his time as arrancar 55 He had close to no respect even though he was known throughout hueco mundo as simply Death because of his Zanpakutou ressurection. He soon decide to Take on espadas to prove his worth but not once has he won a fight against any....he defeated the 9th espada for his first time ontop of a Large pillar in Hueco mundo but the 9th espada's mentor the 4th (obelisk the tormentor)
And thus Cocaine Decided to confront him as well, to make a very long and uninteresting story short Cocaines talents has been observed throughout his fight with the 4th espada and thus Obelisk became obsolete and Cocaine became the 4th espada


RP Sample:

Shades of crimson vermilion danced and flitted about the horizon’s expanse in a scarlet ambiance, the brilliant incandescent patches of burnt orange being filtered through the nebulous gray pastels of clouds that swept through the sky. The vivid splotches of luminance were cast upon the silhouette of a solitary figure, yielding a dancing shadow that was melding with the sable curtain of night that had begun to blanket all. The figure bore witness to the sunset that was occurring in a solemn and pensive reverie, the sun’s stellar ray waning with the passage of time. The fiery orb’s radiance dissolved behind the vague line of the horizon as ebony tendrils tore and rend the unfurling streaks and hues of orange asunder, and the pitch black abyss swallowed all form of light. This particular night held an air of serenity, the variety most commonly found in times of tranquility prior to the repugnant and most foul strike of calamity. Though the night exuded a demeanor of peaceful ignorant bliss, it held within its coils a most ominous severity that required attending to.

The lone figure held itself with a deadly poise, every little movement deliberate and with purpose; no action was wasted. A pair of thin black-rimmed glasses glared ominously in the waning light, appearing to percolate a steel-cold force that would bring most to their knees in a series of actions that would result in their blathering, whimpering form being sent off to join the 4th division. Leisurely, a lithe arm was raised, the dexterous fingers placing the precariously placed spectacles further upon the bridge of his nose, the figure waiting with the utmost fortitude in terms of patience; The Bounto Cocaine always exuded a demeanor of severity and great importance, albeit the dead-cold seriousness he was exhibiting was several degrees higher than normal. His body showcased a visage of a tempered warrior, calm and collected in absolute solitude. His rigid stance, complimented by his solemn and somber demeanor, was nothing less than comparable to the biting sting of winter’s frigid blade.

Though his features were youthful and seemingly adorable at first glance, this was in direct stark contrast with how he held himself; unwavering in a resolute stance of extreme aloofness and rigid formality, the Bount was the epitome and pinnacle of distant. Most who attempted to approach the Bount were abruptly taken aback by his dull and somber personality- it truly was odd to bear witness to what appeared to be a child holding himself as an adult. A noticeable decline in not only the incoming members to the any interloper, but in the proficiency of skills that current races held (Or didn’t, for that matter), was the reason Cocaine stood patiently in one of the palm trees of the island. Clearly, the deteriorating rate of the quality among souls was a disease that needed to be rooted out forcefully if it were to ever to present itself to its former rate of success. races have grown found of not having a mentally adequate bounto population, exploiting and misusing the lack of authority to do as they pleased with little to no thought of the impairment as if they were placed the Gotei 13, but themselves as well. Lack of will to improve led to a lackadaisical and comfortable position, which in turn led to a debilitating state. This would be stamped out quite thoroughly, and without hesitation…rules clearly had to be enforced.

The Bount had already taken measures to root out the problem, and it was the very reason he stood erect on the palm tree right now. A request for a meeting with a soul with some sort of mental capabilities has just been made- anything less than strict adherence to the command given would be met with…less than savory consequences. Cocaine wasn’t a particularly merciless Bount; he merely believed in always doing what was right. The races would soon find that rule-breaking and slacking off, would become the absolute last action that they ever performed. Arms folded within the chalk-white suit he had pressed deep on his arms, he awaited the slow trickle of Soakudo to leak from him and take a solid human form under him and rappel down the tree and onto the sand. Whoever decided to show up would find the Bountos call…interesting, to say the least.

The rp sample above was not changed yeah i know but an rp sample is a rp sample none the less if i make a enw one im going to be seriously pissed off....

[Jaden Yoshinaru]

Im not a Mod or anything But WASSUP HAITAIN >XD, Its Jaden from BO XD

[The Haitian]

oh, yo. And is My Bounto Reserved Accepted or not?

[Monty2289]

Well I'll speak currently as inactive mod. That's just the thing. Bounts aren't used here. I would in some ways prefer that bounts be a race but as I see it there are prominent reasons as to why we don't have them.

1.) Bounts are FILLER. Every single thing about the bounts including the arc it was in is filler. They had nothing to do with any part of the actual storyline. Where as races such as Vizard and even part of the way Arrancar have had personal filler arcs and still maintain status major arcs.. (Even disregarding that any episodic anime such as Bleach is technically filler anyways ^^; )

2.) The level of power a bount has is particularily subpar. The strength of a Bount is barely that of a captain. I wouldn't go so far as to let any event that happened in the Bount Arc fool you. If anything all the bounts had were certain elements of surprise and the distinctly cheap ability to absorb reishin particles.

In any case they really aren't important enough to any variation of the story. This would also include humans as well.

But even so as we do not have a Bount section I'm afraid this can never be approved. Infact, Shizuku (nee-chan) you aren't able to approve this.

However, I'm sure if you can ask our founder about a Bount section. Or create a topic on starting a Bount section that would be pretty great.

[ssj3gohan007]

I agree with alot of that, if not most. However I still feel that if he really wants to make a bount that badly and doesnt care how weak his character will be. Then he should have that option. I think he should be able to appeal to Baraku and let him have the final say. Thats assuming that he wants this badly enough, for all I know he may be thinking, Meh, it was worth a try, I will be a Captain! Or something like that.

[The Haitian]

well my godo friend might i add this,

you're right in some aspects of course like, the bounts are not near the level of taicho or the fact that they only appeared in anime but before i go on im gonna stop this debate before it even begins.....

fine i will make up some other character if its alright with the inactive mod.

[Monty2289]

Its alright if you go ahead and ask Baraku about it if you want.

[The Haitian]

the post was edited.

[ssj3gohan007]

Cool an Arrancar! We could always use more of them. Are you applying for a specific rank? Or just like an unseated Numeros or Fraccion or something.

[The Haitian]

I would Like the Highest Espada Seat available....I'm a Man of Power and i Like to have it ^_^

[ssj3gohan007]

The Highest Espada you can be, "Right Now" is the 4th Espada. ((Which In the show was held by Ulquiorra). When my Lieutenants: Aizen Sousuke and Ichimaru Gin are defeated they can be replaced, and then there will be some more available ranks. Hollow Ichigo would probably take a lieutenant position and Byakuya Kuchiki will take the other lieutenant spot. While the 0th Espada seat will become available. Dark Matsuki has yet to confirm his choice, but its first come first serve. So if he doesnt respond soon, he will lose his chance for a high seat.

So you can choose to be either 4th or 8th espada, but not both at the same time lol.

[The Haitian]

oaky then i choose 4th

[ssj3gohan007]

Cool, then you will simply need to defeat Obelisk the Tormentor and kill him in your history.

[The Haitian]

finished

[Monty2289]

Unless you link your stats in your signature you might want to make sure you have room to add them btw, Haitian.

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