Post by Canaan on Dec 4, 2012 23:57:18 GMT -5
Name: Canaan D'Larosa
Title: --
Age: Looks 23 // Is just shy of fifteen hundred.
Gender: Male
Class: Arrancar
Affiliation: Las Noches
Rank: Espada Primera
Description:
Canaan stands at exactly six feet tall. His form is rather svelt, being lithe and with enough curves that from the back it's not uncommon for people to mistake him for a woman. However underneath his clothing (which is often form fitting, but not tight) his body shows signs of the training he has done. The muscles are not bulging, but they are obviously there. At first glance one might even say that his form is a joke. He couldn't possibly be as strong as one would gather from his title alone, but he is, in fact, able to hold his own as someone of his position should. His skin is near flawless, save for his lower back, chest, and the left side of his neck. All of which has scars of varying degrees of intensity.
His eyes are a dull shade of pale blue. They are often filled with an emotionless stare. Not the kind that says "I'm better than you." but the kind that shouts "I'm bored." rarely do those dead eyes of his ever light up with some sense of joy or excitement. Those things typically only ever come from...well being alone. He hates people, hell he hardly likes the Espada that are around him, but he sees them as a necessary evil that he must endure in order to move forward in life. All the same though, those pale eyes of his rarely seem to blink, and often seem to bore straight through you. Many people have confessed lies just by staring into his eyes for too long. Usually those people turn up dead afterwards.
His hair is of medium length. Extending down just past his shoulders, flowing neatly and nicely. His bangs just barely touch his eyes. His hair is a platinum pale blue color, having the sheen of platinum but the dull tones of a pale blue. There are very very light hints of green in there as well to make it look kind of like a sea color almost.
Faceclaim:
Personality:
Canaan is a rather friendly fellow to those that he calls friends and allies, he will often be found smiling and chatting freely. He will offer advice as quickly as he will offer his blade. Too bad that's nobody. He loves and hates to fight all at the same time. It's an odd stand point from him filled with contradictions. He respects power, but he also has learned that power comes in many different forms. He does not have a temper, claiming to have dismissed such a thing a long long time ago. He actually claims to have abandoned many feelings long ago, rage being the first he struck down. He doesn't look for fights, he'd much rather exist in a world where fighting isn't required to settle every disagreement, but as mentioned....he does enjoy fighting. Of course....do not let this fool you. He is not to be trifled with. Canaan is not a fan of people he doesn't know, or people who attempt to speak with him, or of people he does know. He isn't rude, but he can come off a bit....dramatic....Though he can appear this way even to people he knows well enough. One thing that anyone can tell you about Canaan is that he has a very strong "higher-than-thou" demeanor that doesn't always sit right with people. It gets him into a lot of trouble and often will result in the isolation of others. Which is more than fine by him.
It should be noted he is also a bit of a sadist. He enjoys the sight of blood and likes having his opponents contort their face in pain. He loves the sound of screams and agony. Most of all he loves torturing people. On top of that, he is also an extreme masochist. He doesn't mind being cut nor does he mind being punched in the face, or having bones broken. He enjoys being in pain as much as he enjoys causing it. All the same these pleasures don't often show in fights, but one can look upon his flesh and see scars from where he was....entertaining himself. In a fight though he has been known to break for a moment to taste his blood or the blood of an opponent. He also prefers to lick the blood from the wound directly, but he won't complain.
History:
Childhood:
Teen Years:
Young Adult:
Demi-Hollow:
Hollow Arc
Power Arc
Power Trip
Statistics
Reiatsu Hue:
Reiatsu Flavor: His reiatsu causes the feeling of being outside on a very windy day. While the wind, in reality, may be fine, the feeling is still there. On top of that, there will be small sparks of electricity in the air as well. While they won't do any significant damage, it's still an electric shock.
Stats
Reiryoku: 130
Power: 140
Agility: 150
Affinity: 170
Skill Tier:
Level 2
Impenetrable Skin
Pesquisa
Hoho
Abilities
Rank Perk: Caja Negacion
Garganta
Sonido (40 meters)
Cero
Bala
Resurrección (+45 to each stat)
Combat Style Release (extra +50 to Agility during Resureccion)
Soul Weapon: Zanpaktou
Zanpaktou Name: Tormenta
Description:
Tormenta takes the form of an elegant golden rapier. At the base of the hilt it has an organ jewel embedded into it, and the spine of the blade has some blue in it with golden writing. The hilt is a bit curved, but is perfect for Canaan's hand. He can wield it with his left or right hand with little effort. There isn't much of a cross-guard.
Special Abilities:
Wind Cutter - This ability makes Canaan a bit of a difficult opponent due to the fact that "just barely" dodging his blade is not an acceptable thing to do. Wind Cutter surrounds his blade in a high velocity wind funnel that specializing in slicing, increasing it's damage potential. On top of that, stabbing is also far more brutal now due to the spinning motion of the air around it.
Resurrección:
Release Phrase: "La caída cielo" // "Falling sky"
Appearance:
Once released, Canaan resembles a feline in a multitude of ways. The most notable is that he is now a digitigrade creature, meaning he walks on his toes. As such, his feet are now elongated, and his legs a a bit bent to accommodate this. It's not obviously bent, but it's still a bit bent. As far as his legs are concerned their new shapes gives him a small natural boost in speed, nothing that's a game changer though. He also now has a tail. His tail is about three feet long and ends in a tuff of fur.
His hair is now longer, much longer. It goes down to his waist. His mask reforms a bit to cover his entire mouth as well. It shows what looks like the teeth of a big cat. It goes from ear to ear, and covers his jawline as well. His eyes have a sea green color running over his lower eyelids and going along the side of his face just a short distance (think Ikkaku). His fingernails are not long, but they are incredibly sharp. Just like the nails on his toes...which at this point one would call claws.
A change that cannot quite be seen is that his vocal cords are shaped differently now, so it is possible for him to roar like a big cat of the jungle.
As far as looks, his skin has remained normal, for the most part. His clothing changes to become a form-fitting black segmented armor with a white trim to it. This armor is light weight and very flexible, non-conductive of any element, and doesn't really offer a ton of protection against attacks. It's not truly meant for blocking or stopping attacks as much as it is for just stopping your basic thrusts and slashes.
This armor goes up to the base of his neck, and unlike most Arrancar releases this arm is all black. Over his thighs there is large spot of white, over his shoulders it's white as well, the bottom of his feet, and his waist is also white. The plates over his breasts are also white, and a small circle where his belly button is located is white. His hands in this form are also black with the palm of his hand, back of his hand, and top of his fingers (the fleshy part under his nails) all being white. His Hollow Hole is still visible in this form, but his tattoo is nowhere to be found....at least not anywhere he'll readily show in this form.
Abilities:
Empowerment
Empowerment is an ability that can be used on anyone of Canaan's choosing. It is very simple by design. All he does is deliver oxygen straight to a target's blood. This will increase their parameters (power +5, agility+5) for a brief amount of time. After empowerment wears off the cooldown begins.
Duration / Cooldown: 4 posts / 3 posts
Static
Static is an ability that can be channeled through his hands or the fur at the end of his tail. They both work the same way though more or less. Generate lightning, release it. However, his tail-fluff has the added benefit of retaining that charge for up to two posts before releasing it, making it like a taser. The potency of the charge is related to his reiryoku vs the enemies, the difference being how severe the blast is. Regardless of the physical damage the other side of that is that the attack will cause a brief moment (one post) of paralysis to those it hits.
Compression
Potentially one of his most dangerous techniques, this ability allows Canaan to super compress the air, forming it into things of his choosing. This can range from a simple shield, to a block, to something as complex as a large pirson, or a layered sphere. The durability of this ability is match from his reiryoku to the enemie's power stat (or reiryoku stat depending on the attack). If the opposing stat is GREATER than 50 it will shatter it but the attack force will be cut in half. If it is GREATER than 100, the attack will breeze through with minimal problem. If it is LESS than 50, the attack will not break through, but the structure will crack, weakening it. If the stat is LESS than 100, the structure will withstand the attack with no damage done to it. If Canaan makes something on the smalelr size (his size or smaller) there is no cooldown. For things like large pyramids, large (I mean large) cages, etc etc. The cooldown will be 3 posts. the duration of these abilities is until he dismisses the construct or until they break. Whichever happens first.
Passive Ability:
Charged
In his released form, his skin becomes super charged. While this won't actually make a difference if he is hit by an arrow, if he is hit by a blade of by a body part his body will release a quick jolt of electricity. The jolt released will not be anything severe, but minor damage will occur as a result.
Wind Walker
This ability is always active (hence being under passive) and increases his agility anywhere from 10-25 points. 10, obviously, being the base amount. The ability works simply by having wind aid him in his movements, be he running, swinging a sword, throwing a punch, etc etc. By sacrificing reiryoku he can increase his agility (up to 15 points can be sacrificed and gained) at a moment's notice and keep it there for as long as he needs to. After cutting the reiryoku supply down though, he will not automatically gain back that stat points, rather having to wait a full post before his numbers go back up. His agility will instantly go down though by the number of reiryoku poitns he stopped supplying..
Title: --
Age: Looks 23 // Is just shy of fifteen hundred.
Gender: Male
Class: Arrancar
Affiliation: Las Noches
Rank: Espada Primera
Description:
Canaan stands at exactly six feet tall. His form is rather svelt, being lithe and with enough curves that from the back it's not uncommon for people to mistake him for a woman. However underneath his clothing (which is often form fitting, but not tight) his body shows signs of the training he has done. The muscles are not bulging, but they are obviously there. At first glance one might even say that his form is a joke. He couldn't possibly be as strong as one would gather from his title alone, but he is, in fact, able to hold his own as someone of his position should. His skin is near flawless, save for his lower back, chest, and the left side of his neck. All of which has scars of varying degrees of intensity.
His eyes are a dull shade of pale blue. They are often filled with an emotionless stare. Not the kind that says "I'm better than you." but the kind that shouts "I'm bored." rarely do those dead eyes of his ever light up with some sense of joy or excitement. Those things typically only ever come from...well being alone. He hates people, hell he hardly likes the Espada that are around him, but he sees them as a necessary evil that he must endure in order to move forward in life. All the same though, those pale eyes of his rarely seem to blink, and often seem to bore straight through you. Many people have confessed lies just by staring into his eyes for too long. Usually those people turn up dead afterwards.
His hair is of medium length. Extending down just past his shoulders, flowing neatly and nicely. His bangs just barely touch his eyes. His hair is a platinum pale blue color, having the sheen of platinum but the dull tones of a pale blue. There are very very light hints of green in there as well to make it look kind of like a sea color almost.
Faceclaim:
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Personality:
Canaan is a rather friendly fellow to those that he calls friends and allies, he will often be found smiling and chatting freely. He will offer advice as quickly as he will offer his blade. Too bad that's nobody. He loves and hates to fight all at the same time. It's an odd stand point from him filled with contradictions. He respects power, but he also has learned that power comes in many different forms. He does not have a temper, claiming to have dismissed such a thing a long long time ago. He actually claims to have abandoned many feelings long ago, rage being the first he struck down. He doesn't look for fights, he'd much rather exist in a world where fighting isn't required to settle every disagreement, but as mentioned....he does enjoy fighting. Of course....do not let this fool you. He is not to be trifled with. Canaan is not a fan of people he doesn't know, or people who attempt to speak with him, or of people he does know. He isn't rude, but he can come off a bit....dramatic....Though he can appear this way even to people he knows well enough. One thing that anyone can tell you about Canaan is that he has a very strong "higher-than-thou" demeanor that doesn't always sit right with people. It gets him into a lot of trouble and often will result in the isolation of others. Which is more than fine by him.
It should be noted he is also a bit of a sadist. He enjoys the sight of blood and likes having his opponents contort their face in pain. He loves the sound of screams and agony. Most of all he loves torturing people. On top of that, he is also an extreme masochist. He doesn't mind being cut nor does he mind being punched in the face, or having bones broken. He enjoys being in pain as much as he enjoys causing it. All the same these pleasures don't often show in fights, but one can look upon his flesh and see scars from where he was....entertaining himself. In a fight though he has been known to break for a moment to taste his blood or the blood of an opponent. He also prefers to lick the blood from the wound directly, but he won't complain.
History:
Childhood:
Canaan was born outside of a hospital due to his family not having the money for it. Shortly after birth, his mother died due to severe loss of blood. Canaan was never named Canaan, he changed it after he turned 18, but more on that later. Originally he was named Armond. His father tried to love him and provide what he could, but as much as he loved that child, and he loved him enough to kill for him, he loved drinking just a little bit more. As these things so often go, when he drank he became something terrible and horrible. Canaan was abused when the sunlight fell. The abuse that Canaan experienced as a child could be the reason he turned out the way he did, but he wouldn't ever admit to it. In fact, he would never even speak of those first few years at home.
Around the time that Canaan was five his father began to try and get better. Their life was....fair. When his father stopped drinking so much (usually spending upwards of 300 dollars a week on various alcohols) there was more money to spend on proper clothing for Canaan, food, non-alcoholic drinks. Canaan rarely slept though as even if he was no longer being abused he still had night terrors (so much worse than nightmares) about such things. He never really forgave his father, but he did his best to accept him for what he was worth, flaws and all.
Around the time that Canaan was five his father began to try and get better. Their life was....fair. When his father stopped drinking so much (usually spending upwards of 300 dollars a week on various alcohols) there was more money to spend on proper clothing for Canaan, food, non-alcoholic drinks. Canaan rarely slept though as even if he was no longer being abused he still had night terrors (so much worse than nightmares) about such things. He never really forgave his father, but he did his best to accept him for what he was worth, flaws and all.
Teen Years:
When Canaan was 15, he had begun to run with a few of the seedier kids in the neighborhood. They basically controlled the block. Of course Canaan's dad was against this and kicked him out. This was fine with Canaan, as far as he was concerned his father was the reason his mother was dead. He wouldn't see his father for another eight years afterwards. For now though, he lived on the streets and pulled in upwards of 5 grand a week from payment of various houses and stores as. The gang he ran with called themselves Smoke. It was short, simple, and memorable....especially after they would trash your property until you paid up. Canaan, with the money he got, still managed to put himself through school but he had to go outside of the town because he was banned from his town's school.
He was laughed at for the most part in his gang for wanting to go to school and "better" himself. However, Canaan would always just smile and tell them that if it wasn't for him knowing how to blow things up they would be lost. He quickly rose through the ranks of Smoke, simply because of his smarts as well as his desire to see the world burn....quite literally. He was never really a vengeful kind of guy or a kind of person who would like to go out of his way to cause people pain, but when he did fight....he rarely lost. He was Smoke's highest ranking general by the age of 18. By that point, Smoke had also become the largest gang in the area.
Smoke was too large though. Other smaller gangs began to rise up and band together to try and take them out. The other gangs had already killed off most of Smoke's higher ranking lieutenants creating a rather large vacuum of power. The leader of Smoke was a guy that nobody living had ever really seen...they just had brief conversations on the phone. To this day, Canaan isn't sure who he is. Canaan has also really only chatted with the guy a handful of times. Aria was the leader's right hand girl. She was not someone anyone wanted to cross. She was also the person who Canaan lost his virginity too....that's a long story.
He was laughed at for the most part in his gang for wanting to go to school and "better" himself. However, Canaan would always just smile and tell them that if it wasn't for him knowing how to blow things up they would be lost. He quickly rose through the ranks of Smoke, simply because of his smarts as well as his desire to see the world burn....quite literally. He was never really a vengeful kind of guy or a kind of person who would like to go out of his way to cause people pain, but when he did fight....he rarely lost. He was Smoke's highest ranking general by the age of 18. By that point, Smoke had also become the largest gang in the area.
Smoke was too large though. Other smaller gangs began to rise up and band together to try and take them out. The other gangs had already killed off most of Smoke's higher ranking lieutenants creating a rather large vacuum of power. The leader of Smoke was a guy that nobody living had ever really seen...they just had brief conversations on the phone. To this day, Canaan isn't sure who he is. Canaan has also really only chatted with the guy a handful of times. Aria was the leader's right hand girl. She was not someone anyone wanted to cross. She was also the person who Canaan lost his virginity too....that's a long story.
Young Adult:
In his early twenties Canaan met up with his dad one last time. Keep in mind Canaan hadn't spoken with his father since he was 15. Canaan was in the middle of a war with another opposing gang....however by this point Smoke had become an actual business with gang like operatives. Canaan was one of those agents. He was one of their top agents along with his best friend and non-biological brother Ray. Together Ray and Canaan had moved up in Smoke. They were rarely seen apart, and it was Ray who convinced Armond that he should change his name to Canaan. Obviously the male took his friend's advice. Canaan was extremely well gifted in combat, and had always had a thing for knives often preferring to use them over guns for one simple reason "Knives don't run out of bullets" he would say casually. Canaan had run into trouble with the law while climbing up the ladder with Ray at Smoke, but eventually the law yielded to them. They were the line that the law didn't dare to cross. They were at the cusp of power, and it was intoxicating.
All the same, Canaan was in the middle of a firefight with with only him and Ray on one side of the street and a dozen men on the other. Ray was the sharpshooter between them, but they were pinned down. Canaan looked over at Ray and the male winked at him. "It's just you and me, Canaan, right?" Canaan nodded and smiled. He trusted Ray more than he trusted anyone, more than he thought he could trust anyone. Ray whistled and the shooting stopped. "It's been a nice run, Canaan. I'll ride to the top on your grave." Canaan's eyes widened as Ray shot him right then and there in the same spot where his Hollow Hole now resides.
No sooner had he been shot than did a black van rolled by just as Ray stood up from their cover. Ray looked at the van and ran off crying for the men to shoot it. Canaan's father rolled out the back of the van, and within seconds head shots were delivered and all of the gang's firing squad lay dead. He ran over to his son's body and mourned for the next few hours until paramedics arrived on the scene, but it was too late. Canaan had died in his father's arms. His father continued to tell Canaan all the things he was proud of him for, for staying in school, for being such a good son, for doing his best in Smoke. Sure, Smoke was a gang at it's heart, but Canaan had rode up high before he was struck down... Canaan's father only lived a few years before he was killed by Ray as well.
All the same, Canaan was in the middle of a firefight with with only him and Ray on one side of the street and a dozen men on the other. Ray was the sharpshooter between them, but they were pinned down. Canaan looked over at Ray and the male winked at him. "It's just you and me, Canaan, right?" Canaan nodded and smiled. He trusted Ray more than he trusted anyone, more than he thought he could trust anyone. Ray whistled and the shooting stopped. "It's been a nice run, Canaan. I'll ride to the top on your grave." Canaan's eyes widened as Ray shot him right then and there in the same spot where his Hollow Hole now resides.
No sooner had he been shot than did a black van rolled by just as Ray stood up from their cover. Ray looked at the van and ran off crying for the men to shoot it. Canaan's father rolled out the back of the van, and within seconds head shots were delivered and all of the gang's firing squad lay dead. He ran over to his son's body and mourned for the next few hours until paramedics arrived on the scene, but it was too late. Canaan had died in his father's arms. His father continued to tell Canaan all the things he was proud of him for, for staying in school, for being such a good son, for doing his best in Smoke. Sure, Smoke was a gang at it's heart, but Canaan had rode up high before he was struck down... Canaan's father only lived a few years before he was killed by Ray as well.
Demi-Hollow:
Canaan was overcome with rage. A rage that ran so deep he locked out every other feeling, and hide himself from Shinigami. Leaving the large tower where Smoke conducted it's business became his home. He never thought of leaving it's walls. He was chained to this place and every night he would stand by the door. Those who were closest to him would swear they could see him. Ray couldn't though. Ray was oblivious to anything that wasn't him. As he had promise, Ray rode on Canaan's cold dead body all the way to the top. He was just a step below Aria now. Canaan haunted the place for years after that. He watched Ray as he ate there, watched him as he worked late at night organizing strike teams for various things, he would even go as far as to cause him physical harm when he could. Yeah...Canaan was pissed, but he couldn't do much about it from here. No. He needed to get out of this place and hunt Ray down like the dog he was.
Shinigami rolled by due to strange activity. Canaan would observe them from windows or the roof. He never engaged them directly, he avoided them. Canaan wasn't bothered by them, but he was interested in them. After death something strange had happened. The world changed. He no longer saw people as they were no....he saw colors. The feelings of people are what he saw now. He could discern friend from foe based upon their true feelings for him. The Shinigami were not white, but Ray was white, white was a color of apathy, of emptiness. It was the color of the enemy. Black...it was a color of neutrality. Beings who did not mean Canaan harm, but they weren't exactly out for his best interest either. This is where things got tricky....Humans were black, so were Shinigami...for the most part. A white shinigami would show up here and there. Canaan also smelled sounds, felt tastes, hear textures, everything was weird. Everything was sharper clearer. The colors while he was alive only applied to words, it helped him to spell. Never had he seen people's colors before. It was new to him....and it gave him strength.
It had been only a short five years but eventually Canaan could take it now more. He was in pain from the Chain of Fate, he wanted Ray dead, he wanted the building to burn. He began to rip at the chain, agitating it more. The pain hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He went crazy with rage and an obsession to torment this man. His emotions caused the building to shake. Shinigami rushed to the scene but it was too late. Canaan had taken the next evolutionary step....
Shinigami rolled by due to strange activity. Canaan would observe them from windows or the roof. He never engaged them directly, he avoided them. Canaan wasn't bothered by them, but he was interested in them. After death something strange had happened. The world changed. He no longer saw people as they were no....he saw colors. The feelings of people are what he saw now. He could discern friend from foe based upon their true feelings for him. The Shinigami were not white, but Ray was white, white was a color of apathy, of emptiness. It was the color of the enemy. Black...it was a color of neutrality. Beings who did not mean Canaan harm, but they weren't exactly out for his best interest either. This is where things got tricky....Humans were black, so were Shinigami...for the most part. A white shinigami would show up here and there. Canaan also smelled sounds, felt tastes, hear textures, everything was weird. Everything was sharper clearer. The colors while he was alive only applied to words, it helped him to spell. Never had he seen people's colors before. It was new to him....and it gave him strength.
It had been only a short five years but eventually Canaan could take it now more. He was in pain from the Chain of Fate, he wanted Ray dead, he wanted the building to burn. He began to rip at the chain, agitating it more. The pain hurt but it felt so good at the same time. He went crazy with rage and an obsession to torment this man. His emotions caused the building to shake. Shinigami rushed to the scene but it was too late. Canaan had taken the next evolutionary step....
Hollow Arc
Canaan changed into a large fearsome Hollow that resembled something of an enlarged feline of sorts. He leg out a roar from the depths of his non-existent soul. The Shinigami in the area were sent to their knees by his reiatsu. It was massive, it was wild. Ray ran out the building in terror as it began to crumble around Canaan's pressure and size. Ray could suddenly see him clear as day, a sign that the end for him was coming. Canaan chased him. His tail flicked and launched bolts of lightning at the Shinigami. They were killed relatively quickly. Canaan, overcome with a desire to feast, fed upon them and continued his chase. He cried after Ray, demanded he stop. His tail flicked more and lightning bolts continued to be shot out of it. Canaan had never felt so good. He had never been so drunk on power before.
The chase lasted all of 60 seconds before Canaan had Ray pinned under one of his large paws. The claws shot out and gave Ray a nice little hair cut. He leaned closer and sighed deeply upon him. "You struck me down without a second though. It was by your hand that I am what I am today. I thank you for that...but now....I sentence you to death." His voice was deep and rough. It rumbled through Ray's very soul. Canaan brought his tail around and the fur on the end sparked a bit. Ray begged for mercy, but it fell upon deaf ears.
After killing the man he felt he could trust the moast, Canaan just kind of roamed the human world. His spiritual pressure caused storms where he went though. It caused the Shinigami to hunt him in strike squads. Squads that Canaan effortlessly devoured. He hunted relentlessly for his next meal. He just could not fill the void in his stomach. Human Souls just stopped doing it for him. He retreated to the land of the Hollow, Hueco Mundo, to live out his life and he began to devour Hollows. After the first one, he felt a change come over him. He grew tall, very very very tall. He was now a Menos. Being a Menos lasted all of two years for him before he changed into an Adjucha class Menos. In this form he resembled a smaller form of his original self. He was still very much a feline and he could channel electricity through his body. It was only later on that he understood the details of his ability. He used his power though to prevent other Hollow from taking a bite out of him. He was still hungry though. He wanted to feast. He wanted to eat. He needed more, he wanted more, he would kill any and all Hollow who dared to look at him in the smallest manner. He isolated himself for hundred and hundreds of years.
He had seen the Vasto Lordes around town and envied them. There was so few Vasto Lordes. They never really showed their faces either....or maybe they didn't actually exist. Canaan had never seen one personally, but he heard the whispered rumors and felt extreme power. He knew of course of the Espada, but he couldn't have possibly imagined them ever have being Vasto Lordes....maybe they WERE the Vasto Lordes? He didn't know, but he would be one anyway. Ray had betrayed him, and he carried that anger with him still but it was getting old. That anger was preventing him from being all he could be. So...he made a pact with "The Universe" No more feelings. No more negativity. No more being held back...he was banishing them all. He began to manipulate other Hollow. He used their powers to weaken Hollow and then devour them as well as those who he teamed up with. Soon Canaan became a name of fear and power.
The chase lasted all of 60 seconds before Canaan had Ray pinned under one of his large paws. The claws shot out and gave Ray a nice little hair cut. He leaned closer and sighed deeply upon him. "You struck me down without a second though. It was by your hand that I am what I am today. I thank you for that...but now....I sentence you to death." His voice was deep and rough. It rumbled through Ray's very soul. Canaan brought his tail around and the fur on the end sparked a bit. Ray begged for mercy, but it fell upon deaf ears.
After killing the man he felt he could trust the moast, Canaan just kind of roamed the human world. His spiritual pressure caused storms where he went though. It caused the Shinigami to hunt him in strike squads. Squads that Canaan effortlessly devoured. He hunted relentlessly for his next meal. He just could not fill the void in his stomach. Human Souls just stopped doing it for him. He retreated to the land of the Hollow, Hueco Mundo, to live out his life and he began to devour Hollows. After the first one, he felt a change come over him. He grew tall, very very very tall. He was now a Menos. Being a Menos lasted all of two years for him before he changed into an Adjucha class Menos. In this form he resembled a smaller form of his original self. He was still very much a feline and he could channel electricity through his body. It was only later on that he understood the details of his ability. He used his power though to prevent other Hollow from taking a bite out of him. He was still hungry though. He wanted to feast. He wanted to eat. He needed more, he wanted more, he would kill any and all Hollow who dared to look at him in the smallest manner. He isolated himself for hundred and hundreds of years.
He had seen the Vasto Lordes around town and envied them. There was so few Vasto Lordes. They never really showed their faces either....or maybe they didn't actually exist. Canaan had never seen one personally, but he heard the whispered rumors and felt extreme power. He knew of course of the Espada, but he couldn't have possibly imagined them ever have being Vasto Lordes....maybe they WERE the Vasto Lordes? He didn't know, but he would be one anyway. Ray had betrayed him, and he carried that anger with him still but it was getting old. That anger was preventing him from being all he could be. So...he made a pact with "The Universe" No more feelings. No more negativity. No more being held back...he was banishing them all. He began to manipulate other Hollow. He used their powers to weaken Hollow and then devour them as well as those who he teamed up with. Soon Canaan became a name of fear and power.
Power Arc
Canaan had roamed the plans of Hueco Mundo (and sometimes the Human World) for about 600 years before he changed. He didn't know what he did differently, but he just....evolved. He had devoured a rather powerful foe and went to bed. He had a dream, the first dream in centuries, but it felt like a nightmare. Maybe it was reality...he still isn't sure what it was, but he liked it afterwards. When he woke up he had fingers, hands, legs, he looked....human in shape. It was odd to him. He still had his tail, his hair was changed, his mask was still there, but he felt...powerful. He tested out this power on several Hollow. Oh yeah....he liked this. Best of all...The hunger! It was gone. He had reached the peak of his abilities. Canaan was more than pleased with this. He couldn't have loved this power anymore if he tried.
Canaan was more powerful than any Hollow he had ever met. He took a trip to the Human World and found that even a Shinigami Captain was no match for him. He was faster than anyone of them, stronger than any one of them, and he had more powers than he thought possible. He was so in love with his new form. It was like a suit he never knew he had....but when he wore it people died. Eventually tales of Canaan's power had reached the right ears. He was approached by an Arrancar, a being of power Canaan had never seen before. He looked upon the woman and narrowed his eyes. Canaan growled a bit and charged. There was a short fight, but Canaan had to submit. He had the Arrancar on the ropes, but this woman's power was incredible. Canaan knew he wouldn't last much longer, plus....he had changed into something. Something....incredible...powerful, Canaan wanted it for himself.
The Arrancar offered Canaan a chance to become powerful, a chance to be something great. Canaan took it. After his mask was removed his power sky rocketed. A crater was formed around him, and once he was presented to the Espada, he was granted the Segunda Seat. It has been centuries since obtaining the Segunda Seat. That was just the beginning though, many questioned his right to the title of Segunda. Had he done anything great? What made him worth it while other toiled away in the lower ranks? This was a question that was always met with a swift demise to those who asked it. Canaan quickly established himself as a man who did not deal in being questioned, only asking them. He was a being of power and with a thirst for blood that did not see white nor black, friend nor foe. But eventually it began to get on his nerves. Centuries of the same rumors flitting about gets to a man at some point, and Canaan's temper was not one that had a long fuse.
Canaan was more powerful than any Hollow he had ever met. He took a trip to the Human World and found that even a Shinigami Captain was no match for him. He was faster than anyone of them, stronger than any one of them, and he had more powers than he thought possible. He was so in love with his new form. It was like a suit he never knew he had....but when he wore it people died. Eventually tales of Canaan's power had reached the right ears. He was approached by an Arrancar, a being of power Canaan had never seen before. He looked upon the woman and narrowed his eyes. Canaan growled a bit and charged. There was a short fight, but Canaan had to submit. He had the Arrancar on the ropes, but this woman's power was incredible. Canaan knew he wouldn't last much longer, plus....he had changed into something. Something....incredible...powerful, Canaan wanted it for himself.
The Arrancar offered Canaan a chance to become powerful, a chance to be something great. Canaan took it. After his mask was removed his power sky rocketed. A crater was formed around him, and once he was presented to the Espada, he was granted the Segunda Seat. It has been centuries since obtaining the Segunda Seat. That was just the beginning though, many questioned his right to the title of Segunda. Had he done anything great? What made him worth it while other toiled away in the lower ranks? This was a question that was always met with a swift demise to those who asked it. Canaan quickly established himself as a man who did not deal in being questioned, only asking them. He was a being of power and with a thirst for blood that did not see white nor black, friend nor foe. But eventually it began to get on his nerves. Centuries of the same rumors flitting about gets to a man at some point, and Canaan's temper was not one that had a long fuse.
Power Trip
Canaan decided one night to demonstrate why he was the Segunda Espada. To date, this has been the only time he has ever released his full power. One night he called a meeting between all the Espada. A meeting where he challenged the woman who recruited him into their fold: The Primera. Of course he was met with laughter. Who was he? Some punk who hadn't even been an Espada for a full century, an Espada who was handed his title, an Espada who had done absolutely nothing of worth since his arrival, was now challenging the woman who has slain more Shinigami than all the Espada combined? Everyone in the area laughed, both Arrancar and lesser Hollow alike.
The woman didn't laugh though. Her pink eyes were fixed firmly on the male who challenged her. "Enough. If he thinks himself strong enough. The let him come." She drew her blade. Canaan stood there and eyed her. She smirked a bit and charged. The fight was long and brutal. Several times, Canaan though he might have to call it quits. Their blades clashed and their power rang through all of Las Noches, a few Arrancar and Hollow got caught in blasts and were killed on spot. Neither participant cared though. They had each gotten decent hits on each other, but neither of them were going to give up. Canaan went in for an axe kick, which she blocked, pushed him back. Canaan soared through the air and landed safely on his feet. "Enough. I'm tired of this." She stuck her blade in the ground and muttered some words under her breath. This was it. Her power exploded, destroying most of the surrounding area and blasting back the people who weren't prepared. The Espada who watched were grinning. They all were waiting for this moment. The moment Canaan dies.
The dead eyed male watched this transformation. The Primera stood there and her released form was as fearsome as rumors said. She stood there looking like a minotaur. She was twice as big as she once was, and muscled were rolling over her body. Canaan stood there and scowled a bit. He took a deep breath, this was it. "La caída cielo" Canaan's body was surrounded with a powerful wind. It whipped around him threatening to carry away anyone and anything that got caught in the storm. He let out a roar that started out with his voice, and ended with the sound of a howling cat. The tornado around him was broken up and there stood, Canaan, a changed man. It was his first time changing, but he knew what to do. He knew his powers and abilities. He knew he could win.
The woman smiled. "We end this now." She vanished. Damnit, she was fast. Canaan barely had time to respond to her. She was certainly worthy of her title, but that title would soon be his. He wasn't going to accept anything less than an absolute victory. He went on the offensive, and things began to change. It was quickly evident that Canaan indeed had the upper hand. What he lacked in raw power, he made up for in his speed and agility. He never let up even once, but she got a lot of good hits in as well. Canaan broke an arm at one point from a single punch. He looked terrible, but the Primera didn't look any better either. She was panting and bleeding and was cut up pretty bad. Canaan had a limp left arm and plenty of scraps and cuts of his own. They both stood there on opposite sides of the field. The only remaining witnesses were the other Espada who were now having doubts about their Primera.
"One final move." She said between pants. Canaan nodded his head. She raised her hand, Canaan pointed his finger and what looked like an atom formed at the tip of his finger. Their eyes locked onto each other in a brief moment of understanding, that no matter what the outcome there was a mutual respect and adoration for each other. It was a really cliche and sappy moment. All the same, they fired their ceros at each other. The collision was massive, and even the Espada around them needed to find cover. The energy beams were powerfully. Canaan and the Primera pushed everything they had into it. Canaan couldn't even see due to the blinding light of the connecting forces. There was an explosion and then silence.
Canaan had been blasted back a significant distance. He laid there for a while unable to move. That last attack used all of his energy. He could only groan in pain as what felt like lava flowed through his veins. The other Espada quickly went to his side. They didn't say anything, they only looked down at him. He could barely open his eyes. They grinned and shook their head. The man who had been given his title had just earned it and their respect.
The woman didn't laugh though. Her pink eyes were fixed firmly on the male who challenged her. "Enough. If he thinks himself strong enough. The let him come." She drew her blade. Canaan stood there and eyed her. She smirked a bit and charged. The fight was long and brutal. Several times, Canaan though he might have to call it quits. Their blades clashed and their power rang through all of Las Noches, a few Arrancar and Hollow got caught in blasts and were killed on spot. Neither participant cared though. They had each gotten decent hits on each other, but neither of them were going to give up. Canaan went in for an axe kick, which she blocked, pushed him back. Canaan soared through the air and landed safely on his feet. "Enough. I'm tired of this." She stuck her blade in the ground and muttered some words under her breath. This was it. Her power exploded, destroying most of the surrounding area and blasting back the people who weren't prepared. The Espada who watched were grinning. They all were waiting for this moment. The moment Canaan dies.
The dead eyed male watched this transformation. The Primera stood there and her released form was as fearsome as rumors said. She stood there looking like a minotaur. She was twice as big as she once was, and muscled were rolling over her body. Canaan stood there and scowled a bit. He took a deep breath, this was it. "La caída cielo" Canaan's body was surrounded with a powerful wind. It whipped around him threatening to carry away anyone and anything that got caught in the storm. He let out a roar that started out with his voice, and ended with the sound of a howling cat. The tornado around him was broken up and there stood, Canaan, a changed man. It was his first time changing, but he knew what to do. He knew his powers and abilities. He knew he could win.
The woman smiled. "We end this now." She vanished. Damnit, she was fast. Canaan barely had time to respond to her. She was certainly worthy of her title, but that title would soon be his. He wasn't going to accept anything less than an absolute victory. He went on the offensive, and things began to change. It was quickly evident that Canaan indeed had the upper hand. What he lacked in raw power, he made up for in his speed and agility. He never let up even once, but she got a lot of good hits in as well. Canaan broke an arm at one point from a single punch. He looked terrible, but the Primera didn't look any better either. She was panting and bleeding and was cut up pretty bad. Canaan had a limp left arm and plenty of scraps and cuts of his own. They both stood there on opposite sides of the field. The only remaining witnesses were the other Espada who were now having doubts about their Primera.
"One final move." She said between pants. Canaan nodded his head. She raised her hand, Canaan pointed his finger and what looked like an atom formed at the tip of his finger. Their eyes locked onto each other in a brief moment of understanding, that no matter what the outcome there was a mutual respect and adoration for each other. It was a really cliche and sappy moment. All the same, they fired their ceros at each other. The collision was massive, and even the Espada around them needed to find cover. The energy beams were powerfully. Canaan and the Primera pushed everything they had into it. Canaan couldn't even see due to the blinding light of the connecting forces. There was an explosion and then silence.
Canaan had been blasted back a significant distance. He laid there for a while unable to move. That last attack used all of his energy. He could only groan in pain as what felt like lava flowed through his veins. The other Espada quickly went to his side. They didn't say anything, they only looked down at him. He could barely open his eyes. They grinned and shook their head. The man who had been given his title had just earned it and their respect.
Statistics
Reiatsu Hue:
Reiatsu Flavor: His reiatsu causes the feeling of being outside on a very windy day. While the wind, in reality, may be fine, the feeling is still there. On top of that, there will be small sparks of electricity in the air as well. While they won't do any significant damage, it's still an electric shock.
Stats
Reiryoku: 130
Power: 140
Agility: 150
Affinity: 170
Skill Tier:
Level 2
Impenetrable Skin
Pesquisa
Hoho
Abilities
Rank Perk: Caja Negacion
Garganta
Sonido (40 meters)
Cero
Bala
Resurrección (+45 to each stat)
Combat Style Release (extra +50 to Agility during Resureccion)
Soul Weapon: Zanpaktou
Zanpaktou Name: Tormenta
Description:
Tormenta takes the form of an elegant golden rapier. At the base of the hilt it has an organ jewel embedded into it, and the spine of the blade has some blue in it with golden writing. The hilt is a bit curved, but is perfect for Canaan's hand. He can wield it with his left or right hand with little effort. There isn't much of a cross-guard.
Special Abilities:
Wind Cutter - This ability makes Canaan a bit of a difficult opponent due to the fact that "just barely" dodging his blade is not an acceptable thing to do. Wind Cutter surrounds his blade in a high velocity wind funnel that specializing in slicing, increasing it's damage potential. On top of that, stabbing is also far more brutal now due to the spinning motion of the air around it.
Resurrección:
Release Phrase: "La caída cielo" // "Falling sky"
Appearance:
Once released, Canaan resembles a feline in a multitude of ways. The most notable is that he is now a digitigrade creature, meaning he walks on his toes. As such, his feet are now elongated, and his legs a a bit bent to accommodate this. It's not obviously bent, but it's still a bit bent. As far as his legs are concerned their new shapes gives him a small natural boost in speed, nothing that's a game changer though. He also now has a tail. His tail is about three feet long and ends in a tuff of fur.
His hair is now longer, much longer. It goes down to his waist. His mask reforms a bit to cover his entire mouth as well. It shows what looks like the teeth of a big cat. It goes from ear to ear, and covers his jawline as well. His eyes have a sea green color running over his lower eyelids and going along the side of his face just a short distance (think Ikkaku). His fingernails are not long, but they are incredibly sharp. Just like the nails on his toes...which at this point one would call claws.
A change that cannot quite be seen is that his vocal cords are shaped differently now, so it is possible for him to roar like a big cat of the jungle.
As far as looks, his skin has remained normal, for the most part. His clothing changes to become a form-fitting black segmented armor with a white trim to it. This armor is light weight and very flexible, non-conductive of any element, and doesn't really offer a ton of protection against attacks. It's not truly meant for blocking or stopping attacks as much as it is for just stopping your basic thrusts and slashes.
This armor goes up to the base of his neck, and unlike most Arrancar releases this arm is all black. Over his thighs there is large spot of white, over his shoulders it's white as well, the bottom of his feet, and his waist is also white. The plates over his breasts are also white, and a small circle where his belly button is located is white. His hands in this form are also black with the palm of his hand, back of his hand, and top of his fingers (the fleshy part under his nails) all being white. His Hollow Hole is still visible in this form, but his tattoo is nowhere to be found....at least not anywhere he'll readily show in this form.
Abilities:
Empowerment
Empowerment is an ability that can be used on anyone of Canaan's choosing. It is very simple by design. All he does is deliver oxygen straight to a target's blood. This will increase their parameters (power +5, agility+5) for a brief amount of time. After empowerment wears off the cooldown begins.
Duration / Cooldown: 4 posts / 3 posts
Static
Static is an ability that can be channeled through his hands or the fur at the end of his tail. They both work the same way though more or less. Generate lightning, release it. However, his tail-fluff has the added benefit of retaining that charge for up to two posts before releasing it, making it like a taser. The potency of the charge is related to his reiryoku vs the enemies, the difference being how severe the blast is. Regardless of the physical damage the other side of that is that the attack will cause a brief moment (one post) of paralysis to those it hits.
Compression
Potentially one of his most dangerous techniques, this ability allows Canaan to super compress the air, forming it into things of his choosing. This can range from a simple shield, to a block, to something as complex as a large pirson, or a layered sphere. The durability of this ability is match from his reiryoku to the enemie's power stat (or reiryoku stat depending on the attack). If the opposing stat is GREATER than 50 it will shatter it but the attack force will be cut in half. If it is GREATER than 100, the attack will breeze through with minimal problem. If it is LESS than 50, the attack will not break through, but the structure will crack, weakening it. If the stat is LESS than 100, the structure will withstand the attack with no damage done to it. If Canaan makes something on the smalelr size (his size or smaller) there is no cooldown. For things like large pyramids, large (I mean large) cages, etc etc. The cooldown will be 3 posts. the duration of these abilities is until he dismisses the construct or until they break. Whichever happens first.
Passive Ability:
Charged
In his released form, his skin becomes super charged. While this won't actually make a difference if he is hit by an arrow, if he is hit by a blade of by a body part his body will release a quick jolt of electricity. The jolt released will not be anything severe, but minor damage will occur as a result.
Wind Walker
This ability is always active (hence being under passive) and increases his agility anywhere from 10-25 points. 10, obviously, being the base amount. The ability works simply by having wind aid him in his movements, be he running, swinging a sword, throwing a punch, etc etc. By sacrificing reiryoku he can increase his agility (up to 15 points can be sacrificed and gained) at a moment's notice and keep it there for as long as he needs to. After cutting the reiryoku supply down though, he will not automatically gain back that stat points, rather having to wait a full post before his numbers go back up. His agility will instantly go down though by the number of reiryoku poitns he stopped supplying..