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PostSubject: Souta Suzuki   Souta Suzuki EmptyWed Nov 24, 2010 4:31 am


Name: Souta Suzuki
Nickname(s): Skag, Motherfucker, others to be added later.
Age: Souta Suzuki was born 428 years ago. The hollow that his soul has dominance over has been around since the time of Jesus.
Visual Age: Lower 20's.

Rank:Primero. Not Primera, because Primera is a woman's rank. Are you implying I'm a woman? I'LL KEEL YOU.
Sexual Orientation:Rapist
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 190lbs~

Body Frame: Souta has a large frame of body, due to height and musculature. There's nary a drop of fat on him.
Blood Type: XYZ-
Sound of Voice: He has a rough sound of voice, masculine and aggressive and most certainly arrogant. There will rarely be the sound of respect in his voice.

Appearance: Souta Suzuki is a rough man. His appearance and personality come together to give off a very "Fuck'em all" attitude, mostly because that is in fact one of his dominant attitudes. He stands tall, at roughly six foot three inches, towering over most people, a fact that he doesn't mind using to his advantage. Another part of his physique that can quite easily be used to intimidate people is his physique. He has muscles, and he doesn't mind showing them off. Well defined pectorals and abdominals, with arm muscles to compliment. His face will rarely ever portray a sign of doubt upon it, much more common is confidence to the point of arrogance.

His face does the most work to convey his attitude, along with his general stance, but what would a cocky stance be without a cocky grin? He has a strong chin, with high cheekbones to compliment. His eyes are the most prominent feature on his face, a piercing electric blue, matching in closely with his powers, that is if he deems you worthy of using them upon, or if he's just so bored that he feels like blowin' some shit up.

He has a few trump cards in his body, besides his many-pieced fists of course. A remnant of his hollow form that is always active, he has a rather strange mouth in general. Within it is an extensible, highly dexterous, and powerful tongue, useful for sneak attacks. He can extend it to nearly ten feet of length in just under a half second, making it rather a rather dangerous tool. The oddities don't end there though, nay. He has a split mandible, an oddity that shows no signs of itself unless he chooses it too. But when he wants it to? It will split straight down the middle, all the way to his neck, teeth forming within the crack down the middle, giving him a three part jaw, making his nomming rather more effective. He can reform his jaw easily, leaving no clue to it's true form. The final weird bit about his mouth is that his saliva is slightly more acidic, however this has no real bearing. It just means it'll sting like hell if it gets into a wound, naturally, he won't feel it.

He has spiky bright blue hair, that simply will not sit down. It's unknown if he gels it some manner, some suspect that he must for it to have the pure lift that it does, making his head look like a blue fireball if you squint. Towards the front, the follicles curve forward at the tops, causing a few strands of hair to always be infront of his face. His sideburns extend slightly past the bottoms of his ears. He has hardly a hair upon his face and body, perhaps he shaves, or perhaps he's just one of those naturally hairless people.

He wears a slightly modified arrancar uniform. He has the standard hakama to cover his legs, and the jacket. But the jacket has nothing to hold it closed, and it never will be. The sleeves of it are also usually pushed up to above his elbows. The biggest modification to the jacket is a hood, Which he will occasionally put up when he feels like it. The lining of the inside of the jacket and hood are a dark black. Around his waist is a sash, matching his jacket's lining in color, though it's unclear why he wears one, as there's no sign of a Zanpakuto being held by it. Apparently he just likes having a belt like device around his waist.

But his most prominent feature, period, is his hands. Starting at just past his elbow, his arm transitions into hollow mask, both hands being nothing more than hollow mask. This means that his punches have quite a bit more oomph behind them, and he can easily block most attacks with his bare hand, which fits in quite well with how he likes to fight. One of his well kept secrets about these hands is that they're actually made up of hundreds of shards each, which he can manipulate via his reiatsu. This means he can give his punches a rather "explosive" quality if he wants, by shattering his fists.

His Espada tattoo, the 'badge' of his rank, Is upon his left shoulder, on the upper left section of his pec, just under his collar bone. His jacket does a pretty effective job of covering it, meaning it's only unveiled if his jacket comes off or is destroyed. While this may seem reserved, it is arrogance in it's own way. You don't deserve to know his rank unless he deems you fit.

Introvert/Extrovert: Extrovert
Hobbies: Blowin' shit up, fightin', fightin' while blowin' shit up, readin' about blowin' shit up, sewin', sewin' while blowin' shit up, eatin', fuckin', fuckin' while blowin' shit up, dropping the g on the end of verbs.

Likes and Dislikes:

Blowing shit up.
Any combination of the four.


Personality: Souta has a simple outward personality, but of course as many, he could be much more complex within. People generally underestimate his intelligence simply due to how rarely he shows it. It's just not as much fun to be smart as it is to be crazy, and as such, Souta is crazy. He quite often disrespects authority, even if he does respect the person who is the authority, just for the fact of disrespecting authority. He won't carry out an order he doesn't agree with, And he may elaborate on orders he's given or even give himself some. Who knows? He often does things just because he feels like them, just to get a kick out of life. What good is living life if you don't have fun doing it, right? He's usually easily distracted from something, a short attention span you might say. He can get bored of something rather easily, or maybe not. It's rather hard to predict.

Of course, as with all people, there is perhaps a deeper side to him. One of his goals in life is to die. Seems strange, but it's true. However, not just any death will do, nor will any time. He'll die when he's damn good and ready, and to compliment this, he's the kinda stubborn bastard who just refuses to die, unless he accepts it. He's been technically dead on at least three occasions, just to come back to life via pure force of will. That is the will that drives him. Once he puts his mind to something, he won't stop, he won't be sidetracked, he won't be diverted, not until he's done. The only death he'll accept is one that happens after he's done.

Due to the way he fights, he is an analyzers worst nightmare. It is literally impossible to predict what he'll do next, as he'll change up his fighting style in the middle of an attack. The one thing you can predict is that you'll be surprised by what he does next.

Defining Characteristics: Rather obviously, his most defining characteristic is his hands. His eyes would also be one, and then his blue fireball of a hair do. His spontaneity is also one.

Specialties:He is strangely good at sewing.

Fighting type: His fighting style works on exploiting his mastery at close combat, Hand to Hand combat is his speciality, he is practiced enough to even effectively combat armed opponents, his hands making a special allowance for this. He is extremely unpredictable, yet extremely predictive, making for a dangerous opponent. His fighting style is the peak of adaptiveness, he will swap it up for whatever is needed currently. His second best skill is his Cero, a skill where he is beyond his leader in prowess.

Life is short.

Souta Suzuki was born to a trader and a tailoress. He had good parents, who raised him well, and he showed thanks for this by working hard, making a man of himself. His father taught him how to run a store, and how to haggle prices. He became quite good at it, and his father even trusted him with a few deals every once in a while. From his mother he learned how to sew, becoming surprisingly good at it, though it wasn't exactly his profession of choice, more of a hobby. He would often sell some of the things he made in his fathers shirt, simple knit-knick-knacks, cloths, and other things, and his father would always give him the entire profits from things he made. He led a good life, that's for sure.

At the age of ten, his mother had a second child, A girl. They named her Konan, Konan Suzuki. He was a bit weirded out at first, after all, babies are strange. They're squishy and they make noise and poop, and that's about it. But from the moment he saw her, he determined himself to be the best brother he could, and as such he would. He would take care of her for his parents frequently, even as his responsibilities expanded to include taking care of the trading post sometimes.

Life carried on this way for eight years, until trades started going bad. They weren't making enough money, so their father decided to go south, to the bigger city, to make some more money. He left Souta, then 18, a man now, in charge of the store there, and of the family. Not even a week after he left, something that would define Souta's life happened. His sister got sick. She lots her appetite, and her energy, and her will to do anything. It worried him, but he would keep working hard, and would often work hard to make something that he could sell to make extra money to get her something to make her smile. When she smiled it meant the world to him, he truely was a devoted brother. Their mother got Konan doctors, but they all said nothing was wrong with her. He knew they were lying. His sister would never choose to act like this.

Seven months after their father had left, he would return. The doctors assured them that her fake illness should start clearing up now, but it never did. He began to trust the doctors less and less as time went on, and she got worse. He argued with his parents often about her, but always made sure she didn't see or hear. They refused to listen though, assured that the doctors were right and there was nothing actually wrong with her. However, she kept getting worse, the effort to breathe becoming a monumental one for her. At this point, their parents couldn't deny it anymore. She was sick.

She was barely ten now, and starting to forget things. One night, he walked in to check up on her, and found her passed out, blue in the face, not breathing. He silently thanked his friend for teaching him some basic medical stuff to take care of his sister as he started to try and reinstill breath in her. It worked, finally, but it scared the shit out of him and his parents. The next night, they argued loudly, and when he walked by her room to get some air, he saw her staring at the ceiling, her eyes open, alert...awake. She'd heard everything. He cursed himself silently as he walked in, comforted her, let her cry on his chest.

This kept on for four years, and Souta was always his sisters pillar..but in some ways she was his. She gave him a role in his life. He never sought much romantic companionship, he had a few flings, but he'd never be able to devote himself to them like he did to his sister. So he devoted himself to her...but it was hard. Over the four years her memory losses kept occuring, progressing to the point where'd she'd even forget him sometimes.

They'd finally decide to send her to live with with her uncle. He had more money, and more ability to take care of her then they did. It was a tough decision, but one that had to be made. Souta would visit her at least once a month, and he'd be saddened every time he visisted. She'd started to forget him, and apparently the seperation made it more pervasive. He'd have to be introduced as her brother every time he went to visit, but she'd seemingly remember most things upon this introduction.

So there she lived for two years, until she died at the age of sixteen, in a grove of cherry trees. Souta had been there visiting, and he stepped out on his second story porch just in time to see her collapse against a tree. He ran outside as fast as he could...and was the first to see his sister dead.

His personality changed after that, all will agree. He joined the military, learned additional combat skills to supplement the ones your learn anyway growing up as a male. He became good with the sword, but he always excelled at hand to hand, able to easily take out armed opponents with nothing but his bare hands. His skill was frightening to watch, and people called him possessed by a demon. His superiors liked this, and placed him in charge of people, knowing that their fear of him would keep them in line, and it did. He was the kind of leader who would always place himself on the front lines, and hardly gave a shit about the lives of his men, as long as they won. His skill in battle was fearsome, and usually ended up with him abandoning his sword and fighting with his bare gauntlets, killing anyone who stood before him.

But in truth, this was all just a way to fill a hole. He fought to cover up sadness with anger, and it worked well, as it always will. His anger and arrogance of his skills in fighting covering up his sadness at his sister's death and feelings of uselessness at not being able to stop it. He had always been able to see things, but he dismissed it. Shadows in his eyes. But being close to this much death seemed to awaken his abilities. He began to see spirits, as his own power increased conversely, soon even gaining other abilities. People fighting near him would return, that is if they returned at all, with tales of an electric aura coming off of him. They would be dismissed of course, but Souta would learn to use this ability to his advantage, bending electricity to his very will. He wasn't very strong, it being a weak ability, but it increased his already fearsome fighting talent to that of a demon, and indeed, he was often called the lightning demon.

His arrogance only increased with his skill, and he believed himself to be undefeatable. Shortly after his twenty ninth birthday, he would be walking among the corpses from a recent battle, when he say a fearsome beast. Surely it was a spirit, for the person nearest to him was only 20 yards away, and saw nothing.. but ay, it was huge...and a worthy opponent. He would grin, charging into battle. The man 20 yards away would report him battling with the air itself, but yet suffering wounds, blood flying across the air. This only further helped support the superstition surrounding him

He would start to fight hollows this way, finding them much better opponents than any human. Four months after his first fight, he'd someone kill a hollow quicker than he ever had, a man with a black outfit and a sword. He'd yell, challenging the man to a fight. He'd first be surprised at being seen by a living person, and then would deny the request. Souta however, wouldn't be denied, and charged at him, attacking the man in black. The battle would be short, the man using some sort of magic, cutting down Souta, killing him quickly. The final words Souta would hear before his soul would be sent to the Rukongai is that his own arrogance brought about his demise.

,death is eternal.

He'd wake up in the Rukongai, a man digging through his pockets. Five minutes later, he'd be walking out of an alley, leaving a crumpled corpse with his clothes, the other man's clothes now upon his body, seeing as they were nicer. This would be how his life as a spirit started, killing the moment he woke up. His only objective now was to find the shinigami that killed him. Unlike most souls, he remembered every detail of his human life, and after finding out how easily souls forget, he devoted it all to memory, forcing himself to live through his life again every day, so that he wouldn't forget a detail, and especially not a detail of that Shinigami's face...or of Konan's.

He'd set out for the Seireitei the moment he learned more about these black robed men, determined to barge his way in and find the shinigami who killed him and return the favor. It didn't take him too long to get to to the seireitei, only a month, but after took him nearly fifty years to find the right Shinigami. He finally caught up with him outside of the Seireitei, but...there was someone with him. From what he had heard, combined with the man's dress, this was a shinigami captain. Hrm. That could be trouble. He had no doubt he'd be able to take out the man who killed him but this captain? Bah, fuck it. This was the last reason he lived, might as well go for it!

He would appear before both of them, using an improvised Shunpo. The weaker shinigami would be shocked, but the captain had seen him coming. Wasn't that hard to see a bastardized shunpo. Souta turned to the captain and simply told him that this was a matter of pride, to settle a score, and that he can have his ass whupping when he's done with the small fry. The captain would just laugh and tell him to go ahead. With a grin, Souta would face his opponent, Telling him his name. He may be a bastard, but he did have some Honor in a fight. The shinigami introduced himself as Ichigo Kurosucki... Souta merely observed that having strawberry as a first name was kinda gay. The shinigami would get furious over this and attack. Souta would grin, and with two steps would have his fist jammed into his Solar plexus, commenting about how many openings he had before kicking him away, yelling at him to try again, see if he can kill him now that he's more than just a human. The shinigami would growl, before with a shout he'd release his blade, turning it into some gay cleaver thing, bigger than him. Souta would laugh, telling him that with that big of a blade he'll never win, and he went to prove it, killing him by ramming his fist through the man's eye, causing his skull to explode. Flicking the blood off his hand his attention would be captured by the captain informing him that he would have to die now, due to him having killed a Shingiami. He'd laugh, using what was speed for him to kick at the captain's face, crossing ten feet in a split second. However, the captain blocked it with a single hand, before throwing him down to the ground, telling him to bring better. Souta would get up, a grin upon his face. Their battle would be short and bloody, most of the blood spilled belonging to Souta, although he got in one hit, and only one hit. Producing a hidden blade, he'd manage to cut across the captains left pectoral, leaving a cut which was deep enough to probably leave a minor scar. But that same attack probably sealed his fate, as it made the captain get serious, cutting him in half, literally, his legs and part of his left side falling away from him as he coughed up blood. The captain introduced himself as Shizuo Yagiri as he prepared to cut his head in half as well, However, something would interrupt him.

Over the head of Souta would come a Cero, the captain barely managing to block it in time. Where the fuck did it come from? Why from the four hollows that had suddenly appeared! What the fuck were four hollows doing in the Rukongai, near the Seireitei at that? Who the fuck knows. All that matters is that they were there, and while three of them were small fry, one was an Adjuchas, the Adjuchas having just launched the cero. With a grin it'd come forward, eating Souta in a single bite, absorbing his soul. And that is where his memories end.

... or is it? ...

His soul would roil with the others in there for merely a few decades, his own arrogance pushing him to dominance, superiority over the hollow. At this point, He'd be a Vasto Lorde, the hollow he now had control over haven gotten quite a few meals in those decades. At this point, his mask left, and he became an arrancar. But when he woke up after splitting..he had a friend. The friend introduced himself as Alastair, a hollow who had been inside of him. And so the pair of Arrancar ventured off to kill some niggas.

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