Udarsha Kyle Sykes [W.I.P]

Name: Udarsha Dimithri Sykes
Nickname/Alias: Black- Heart
Gender: Male
Height: 6'4 feet
Weight: 75 KG
Age: 19

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Personality: Udarsha is savage,brutal, Sadistic and ruthless genius, although a Highly intellectual tactician Reaper often think down about those who waste their time with such things as true power and only wants to fight, Reaper likes to torment those he fights through small talk using the flaws he finds in them to gain the upper hand. Reaper is often fighting with the evil thoughts that still loom deep with in slipping out at times of high stress in combat. Reaper does not show much of any emotions like surprise or pain.

~Abilities and Skills~

Speciality:

Master Swordsmanship Specialist: In terms of fighting style, Udarsha relies mostly on his Zanpakutō and thus would be considered a swordsmanship specialist. His ingenuity in it is much greater than Captain as he is able to use his skill in more versatile and effective maneuvers, such as using his Shikai as a flail, to which he has demonstrated tremendous aim and control of where and how it will strike. While shinigami fights in a deductive and logical manner, Hollow Ichigo fights in a style more akin to a berserker, relying on instinct with little to no regard towards his own well-being.

Deadly Darts (デッドリー・ダーツ, Deddorī Dātsu): A technique where Udarsha uses Getsu cloth to swing his Zanpakutō and can toss it at opponents for mid-range combat. This way Getsu moves very fast when thrown, and its impact is able to damage a building or two. If the person dodges the attack, Udarsha can use the cloth to manage the sword's direction and try to hit the target once more. By gripping the cloth he withdraws Getsu, and immediately swings it to deal another attack

Abilities

• Strengths

Kind: This is most positive thing that his has. Most of the people, who he has contact with, likes him because of this. He his always kind to people that he know and do not know. Even if some person trys to argue with him, he has the ability to stop it being kind.

Social: Reaper is not as anti social as he may seem, Reaper does not mind being around others ofter sitting at officer tables and walking about Seireitei but this changes in times of war. Reaper becomes almost like a ghost keeping to the captains and giving orders and keeping close to the battle, Reaper tries to keep friends while also keeping control of how close they get to him and that they know their place.

Honest: Reaper always speaks the truth, he doesn't like to lie. He knows what lieing to people can cause, so he never lies and he stays honest.


Clean : Reaper always keeps himself clean. Washes his body 3 times day to keep him self clean He can't stand people who are dirty, or who wears dirty clothes.

High Intellect:[/b] Despite his other positive traits. Reaper is very intelligent. He always researches his opponent before he trys to attack him..

• Weaknesses

[b]Sadistic: He doesn't care much about pain (He knows nothing). When a person is in pain, he doesn't hep the person, he just watches the person and enjoys it." It feels good to watch people in pain." he always says..

Brutal/Savage: Reaper becomes a demonic tactician, setting traps and provoking his attackers into blind fits of rage and violent outbursts. Reaper likes to use small talk and mind games to agents those who's only goal is to fight or show they have a short temper, Reaper takes his time and thinks many steps ahead of his enemy often showing a blank look on his face as he speaks keeping his cool and not showing any expressions in the heat of battle.

Disrespectful: Reaper is most disrespectful. He does not respect anyone, he always speak to people disrespectfully even though he has friends.

Rank: Former- CC

~Character History~

The Death

He had left home when he was in the age of seven. He had 5 members in his family, including his: father, mother, himself, and two brothers. They were all atheists, though there neighbors were all Christians and they were making story of this family saying "The demon worshipers" , "The followers of the devil" and such as, so there family was not accepted in public, because of this very reason.

Little by little,the family started losing members. Kiels 10 yer old brother died by hanging him self. And his 13 year old brother was murdered after 4 months after his 10 year old brother death. His 13 year old brother was murdered in a cliff top : his head was neatly severed from the body and placed on a small pole dug into the sand. Besides it lay the corpse. It was a tragical, The work of the Devil himself the local people would say after viewing the remains of the pale, cold & lifeless head hanging out of the pole.

6 months passed, his drunken father, a burly dockworker, enraged by the arrival of a son, beat his mother regularly, blaming her for the boy's embarrassing condition.When the boy tried to defend her, he was too badly beaten by his own father. But he didn't care, he was doing every thing thing to have peace in his family. but apparently it didn't work out so far.

One cold and terrifying night, when Kiel was talking with the ghosts as usual in his bad, he heard a horrific scream. He ran downstairs to see there parents fighting horribly, and his mother never got up. The boy stood over his lifeless mother and felt an unbearable upwelling of guilt for permitting it to happen. "This is all my fault" he thought bitterly depressed starting at his mother. " And now I will avenge her death with violence" He said to himself coldly.

As if some kind of demon were controlling his body, the boy walked to the kitchen and grasped a butcher's knife. Hypnotically, he moved to the bedroom where his father lay on the bed in a drunken stupor. Without any word, the boy stabbed him hard on the back. His father cried out in pain and tried to roll over, but his son stabbed him hard again, over and over again until the apartment was dead silence.

Reborn Life

The boy fled home but found the streets of St. Wales equally unfriendly. His strange appearance made him an outcast the other young runaways, and he was forced to live all alone in a basement of a dilapidated factory, eating stole fruits and raw fish from the dock ahead. His only companions were tattered magazines he found in the trash, and he taught himself to read them. Over time, he grew strong. When he was twelve, another drifter—a girl twice his age—mocked him on the streets and attempted to steal his food. The girl found herself pummeled to within inches of her life. When the authorities pulled the boy off her, they gave him an ultimatum—leave St. Wales or go to juvenile prison. The boy moved down the coast to Toulon. Over time, the looks of pity on the streets turned to looks of fear. The boy had grown to a powerful young man. When people passed by, he could hear them whispering to one another. A ghost, they would say, their eyes wide with fright as they stared at his white skin. A ghost with the eyes of a devil! And he felt like a ghost... transparent... floating from seaport to seaport. People seemed to look right through him.

At eighteen, in a port town, while attempting to steal a case of cured ham from a cargo ship, he was caught by a pair of crewmen. The two sailors who began to beat him smelled of beer, just as his father had. The memories of fear and hatred surfaced like a monster from the deep. The young man broke the first sailor's neck with his bare hands, and only the arrival of the police saved the second sailor from a similar fate. Two months later, in shackles, he arrived at a prison in Andorra.
You are as white as a ghost, the inmates ridiculed as the guards marched him in, naked and cold.
Over the course of twelve years, his flesh and soul withered until he knew he had become transparent......I am a ghost.....I am weightless.....

One night the ghost awoke to the screams of other inmates. He didn't know what invisible force was shaking the floor on which he slept, nor what mighty hand was trembling the mortar of his stone cell, but as he jumped to his feet, a large boulder toppled onto the very spot where he had been sleeping. Looking up to see where the stone had come from, he saw a hole in the trembling wall, and beyond it, a vision he had not seen in over ten years. The moon. Even while the earth still shook, the ghost found himself scrambling through a narrow tunnel, staggering out
into an expansive vista, and tumbling down a barren mountainside into the woods. He ran all night, always downward, delirious with hunger and exhaustion. Skirting the edges of consciousness, he found himself at dawn in a clearing where train tracks cut a swath across the forest. Following the rails, he moved on as if dreaming. Seeing an empty freight car, he crawled in for shelter and rest. When he awoke the train was moving. How long? How far? A pain was growing in his gut. Am I dying? He slept again. This time he awoke to someone yelling, beating him, throwing him out of the freight car.

Bloody, he wandered the outskirts of a small village looking in vain for food. Finally, his body too weak to take another step, he lay down by the side of the road and slipped into unconsciousness.
The light came slowly, and the ghost wondered how long he had been dead. A day? Three days? It didn't matter. His bed was soft like a cloud, and the air around him smelled sweet with candles. Jesus was there, staring
down at him. I am here, Jesus said. The stone has been rolled aside, and you are born again.

He slept and awoke. Fog shrouded his thoughts. He had never believed in heaven, and yet Jesus was watching over him. Food appeared beside his bed, and the ghost ate it, almost able to feel the flesh materializing on his bones. He slept again. When he awoke, Jesus was still smiling down, speaking. You are saved, my son. Blessed are those who follow my path. Again, he slept.

It was a scream of terror, that woke him. Jumping out of bed he ran towards the place where he had hear it. He saw a small midget throwing rocks and other stuff to a normal person who was quite screaming in agony. Without knowing why, reaper caught the midget from his throat and lifted him up. and with powerful force, he slammed the small man's head down to the ground. The man had died that instant his skull cracked into two. As for the other person, he's nose was badly shattered with blood and so.

A few months went by as reaper lived in this mans house. He knew his name. He had a name call "Dimitri". They lived in the same house together for many months. But reapers destiny changed, as he chose the join the army. In 5 months he had joined the army and had shown marvelous results. But terribly in 1 war between the french he was shot right in the skull and he chest. Where, the meaning of life was so clear to him...

Awake from hell

Jones awoke in a marine hospital confused, the Chaos of battle went days with out any change in is health quickly Jones grew sick losing the will to live. The major fearing he would lost his most dangerous living weapon. Asked if the Lazarus program be unlocked seeing as now there was someone to test it on, the key scientist began giving Jones small doses of the Lazarus compound which started to slow his cellular decay. After a weeks time they moved Jones to the lower levels to the chamber which would hopefully give Jones a new life; The chamber worked in two parts the first was a gas from which was sent via a gas mask and the second was a liquid bath. After ten weeks Jones grew in strength and madness no one would have thought his powers would be effected in the bath but they were wrong. The major had Jones transported to a ultra max prison which was controlled by the marines this was were he hoped that he could rehabilitate Jones and keep him from becoming a monster.

At first it was slow some anti psychotics then full on elector shock. For one year Jones plotted his escape and in the later part of the week he broke free starting his attack over whelming the prison killing all those who could not retreat. With his powers and what the Lazarus bath enhancing all of his metabolic functions, his thrust for blood he quickly became one of the worlds most wanted. One night in a Utah bar, Jones found himself under attack outnumber and he killed the attackers. A vile smile grew as the Marines had found out where he was and it was not long after he was attacked by other enhanced super humans which over whelmed him, he allowed them to take him into a reinforce solitary confinement cell which in the same day he escaped and killed most of the superhuman team. But before he could leave he went and found his old major torturing him to the point that he may never recover.

With Jones amount of reatsu; he was easily tracked by Hollows and Bounts. Being attacked almost everyday Jones grew a new feeling for battle. Becoming very skilled in escapology and used is high combat ability to last longer and longer against them. He escaped multiple traps and ambushes, his last run in with the hollows Jones became sick with rage and something changed his rage transformed him into a translucence skinned skeletal being who over powered them and killed the arrancar that controlled them. One week he stayed in that state till he learned to control it he left for Europe.

Call me in the morning

Jones first day in Europe were challenging so many things to do but he was still hunted, Jone's mind state stayed the same looking for people to torture and many tried to stand against him and quickly were defeated. Due to hes over whelming skills and battle field tactics. Jones kept him self alive and avoided many attempts on his life after seventeen years Jones simply vanished from the world, five months later Jones made his way Karakura Town a place he heard held many new treats some would think being wanted by almost every force he would stay low but he wanted to face whats coming head on but more importantly who could stop him.

Welcome to the new world

After the years of fighting, blood shed and war Reaper felt it was time to reach a new level of power. Willingly letting his self die and Join there ranks learning as much as he could about the shinigami and their tactics in battle joining the second division with high skills, across the board in all aspects of Shinigami combat, tactics as well as the laws keeping to the great spirit library till he earned the rank of captain.

As he grew in his skills no one could not noticed how powerful Reaper was becoming and with the years of training and studying Reaper stood ready to take command of the Shinigami after the former Captain Commander left the seat producing a power draw. Reaper Knew that gaining this seat would mean much would change and he would have to live up to the roles that he takes on as the leader of a broken and war torn state, Reaper had his plans for taking back control of the gate way between worlds while starting his own plans that stay hidden deep with in as of now thought it was his time to step up as leader.

For fifteen years Reaper trained to control his Zanpakuto and becoming more powerful as a captain, As Reaper performed to the highest levels as captain the stand in Captain commander named him as his replacement which Reaper was not sure was a wise chose seeing as others are more suited for that role. The Commander was set in his decision seeing something that Reaper did not, Reaper was thinking about the possibility of being commander but at this time Reaper was only able to lead the second and it was a not a hard task as he was the leader of the humans some time ago.

Reapers power grew becoming over whelming at times signs of his former human life, Reaper felt that this power surge needed to be controlled seeking a way to control it Reaper had the 12th build a limiter something that would allow Reaper to suppress the major bulk of his power while allowing him to build up what was not limited. Reaper thought this would help him become a normal Captain, for the next five years Reaper spent it combining his skills that he learned through combat and intense training made him a feared and powerful captain some rumored to rival that of the current captain commander. Reaper quickly denied his growth in power but he could feel the change and in a battle that would define Reapers life was endless, in a mission that was meant for the second became a all out brawl no longer having to element of surprise Reaper fought along side his Lt and officers.

During the battle Reapers limiter broke flooding him with the power needed to suppress the coming arrancars killing two espada, Reaper was awarded for his victory with the seat that lay vacant by the Commander who, seemingly vanished while others thought he had left to join division zero it would have seen it twenty years Reapers ability have jumped by leaps and bounds to clam the highest power captain commander something not even Reaper thought it would have been possible but he did it and know as it would seem he has much to prove. With the years passing Reaper felt the evil taking hold once more, becoming sick with the peaceful manner in which he was acting. Soon after Reaper began to plot his escape and his return to destroying everything the Shinigami stood for including the very world he called home. Just as he was when he was alive, Reaper could only think of killing those who would not join his beliefs and as the time drew near to cripple the soul society and make his escape, Reaper set many bombs during the night when he called a meeting.

Reaper knew that time would not be long so setting of the bombs would act as a formal distractions as the captains would rush to find who have done it, but Reaper left leaving only a grim reminder of who was behind all of this, Reaper fell off the grid by hiding in The Valley of Screams and waiting for his chance to rise and take down everyone that he felt stood in his way. Reaper watched as others took charge and tried to take down the S.S failing time and time again, Reaper took notes and waited for his time to rise and do what no other could do what no one ever thought was possible.

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Fuck The World

The recording of his daughters rape came to its end, its forth time playing it was a grim reminder of the torment the man was going to die from. The room he was held in was a broken down operating room the bed that was being used for torture was rusty and blood soaked, Jones had everything set up each tool he had with him was meant to rip apart his mind layer by layer. Jones moved slowly to the man who was impaled in the hands and feet each scalpel was through the muscle missing the major vain and arteries, he wanted the blood flow to keep at a slow speed blood loss would ruin the fun that will be had in the next coming moments.

Blind folded and not having any idea why he was here, the man pleaded in a broken voice cracking as he screams for answers, a vile smile slipped on to the lips of Jones. With a quick flick of his wrist a scalpel graced his hand looming above his chest Jones slowly dipped the tip in to the pectorals major not too deep just enough to set the nerves on fire while he slid it across to shoulder, the yells echoed through out the room Jones changed angles and began cutting the fibers leading down from the shoulder, Jones stopped before the man could passed out removing the blade as he walked over to a small table which held a black laptop. With the press of the mouse his wife's voice came into play, to the man pinned up it sounded as if she was right there with him she began to plead for her life sobbing intermittently after each word he called out and as a sick game she seemed to respond to him.

The recording played for five minutes, while in the mist of its ending Jones picked up a bucket of his wife's blood and in chorus of her screams it splashed on his face and chest still warm and fresh it was to test his will to live. Quickly returning to the use of his blades stepping to side of the mans face Jones began to slice into his cheeks splitting the flesh in two, Jones was careful not to completely split it in two we was saving that for a later moment when he was done he started on the other side repeating it.

"Lets put a smile on that face." spoken so cold void of any emotion Jones jammed a blade deep into the thigh after moving closer to it, and in response the man yelled but as he yelled his precept cheek's ripped open adding to the pain which seemed to be never ending. The man passed out his body could not handle what was harping and found a way to avoid the pain for a moment, but the moment was over taken by a sharp stinging the man a woke seeing a thin sliver of flesh cross his eyes no longer blind folded he was able to see the face of his tormentor but instead he saw his headless and gutted wife's body about five feet from him. Keeping his cries of pain to his self his cheeks still bleeding, his chest spilling blood every where Jones arouse from the mans sides smiling as his work was finished Jones took a bottle of vodka and poured it on the exposed muscle along with the inner workings of his bicep and for arm. No longer holding back a soul shaking scream but quickly ending for the pain in his jaw was over powering his mind was on its edge ready to fall to its death, the kill shot came at the cost of his ten year old daughter she walked into the room wearing a jeans with a bloody crotch and a bloodied chest tears streamed from both their eyes.

Stepping behind her as she stopped in the middle of the room his left hand covered her forehead and his right under her chin about five inches to the throat, using his right hand he slowly twisted her head to the right till a foul snap was heard the body crashed to the floor. No longer caring about his life the man began to spit out curses trying to free the only arm that still works, Jones grew board with the man and with a quick flick his wrist the mans throat was slit in such a way that he would suffocate before the blood left his body. Jones walked away from the messy room hoping that some one would come and stop his acts of fun and blood shed stepping up into the open world his bloody clothing seemed to hint to his actions.

~Zanpakuto Information~

Name: Getsu

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Type: Fire

~Shikai Information~

Appearance:
Abilities:
Passive:
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Ability Name:
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Range: Self, Close, Medium, Long
Duration: If applicaple
Copy active abilities above as required
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~Bankai Information~
Appearance
Abilities:
Passive:
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Ability Name:
Type: i.e. mele, elemental, etc
Range: Self, Close, Medium, Long
Duration: If applicaple
Copy active abilities above as required
You may have a maximum of 4 and retain the previous 4 from the Shikai

~Spirit Information~
Appearance: Image / description of the spirit's manifested appearance
Personality: What is your spirits personality
Inner World: Appearance of your inner world where you communicate and train with your zanpakuto spirit
Training Speciality The special training that your zanpakuto spirit can give you within the inner world relm that cannot be achieved through training outside the zanpakuto relm

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