Ocean Spray[Bountō]

~Character Information~

Name: Cocaine.

Nickname/Alias: The Haitian.

Height: 6'9".

Weight: 212 lbs.

Gender: Manly Man.

Age: 6900.

Visual Age: 21.

Appearance:

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~Abilities~
Rank: 3-3.

Special abilities:

High Intellect: Through a myriad self attained experience, Cocaine's cognitive abilities prefaces the mundane standard. Equipped with a surplus of knowledge, the Bount is blessed with an intellect that remains on an extremely heightened level. He applies this battle knowledge to the field in his own skirmishes; including his ability to correctly surmise how his opposition reacts against himself.

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

Visiting the home of his parent he scowled, spitting on the ground in the loath he possessed. getting tired of waiting on the doorstep Cocaine kicked down the door and took a look inside to find mommy and daddy dearest. The stench coming from down below caught his attention and decided to play with his nose as he curled it up with disgust. Heading down he saw bodies on the floor around him stabbed with multiple wounds as he saw a few still breathing. Bending down to see who he was, Cocaine herd a deep rumbling noise. Looking over to the right he saw his parents over a a heart like shape. Inside this shape on the floor he saw some kanji characters of the Japanese of the Japanese. Cocaine read it slowly fearing what was happened. 'So...aku...do'. A bright light came from the circle as a demon emerged hastily as if he hasn't seen the light in so long. Grabbing cocaine's parents quickly he devoured them as their blood rained in the room. Quickly looking over at Cocaine. Cocaine began to shiver as his legs became locked with fear. In flash the man next to him slightly breathing was gone, into the creatures mouth. The Demon then lunged for Cocaine as his hands ran claws down his back Cocaine soon passed out. Waking up in uncharted waters. Cocaine found himself in the middle of nowhere, on water. Quickly taking a drink of the water he found it salted realizing it was the ocean. he tried to sit up founding that his back hurt like hell, a voice mused inside his head. Telling him of what has happened and what will happen from now on. Cocaine's life changed form this point on. They fused.

When Cocaine was making his way through the pacific he was almost near death from hunger. He couldn't stand it anymore. His life reaching a near end Cocaine reached an island. Surprised by the vacancy and the large house that resided in it, Cocaine stayed here for almost a year. Hunting for his food and ordering ship packages of other things due to the catalog, the Bounto trained relentlessly day and night to strive for one thing over all else. Speed in due time a year was almost up and Cocaine was too attached to the house. Finding native locals on the island, he banded them together and they proceeded to worship him. Calling him"Sokudo". Cocaine found this very amusing until one day a man came to the island. wanting to take over the island for his own agenda, cocaine stood up to him, using Soakudo for the first time, Cocaine found thier powers to be very similar. The man had reached what he had called "bankai" Cocaine was relived, his damn staff was beating the look out of him. All hope was near until he sprouted a Shamshir. A very, very long shamshir. Cocaine's as.s was brutally kicked by the speed of the man. His techniques were unorthodox and his taunting never gave up. Cocaine felt his body losing hydration and it started to shrivel up.

Cocaine wouldn't let that happen, Running straight for the ocean, the man named now revealed as SiC ran straight after him purely confident. In their ocean battle, Cocaine compressed the water around him and flattened him with over a trillion tons of water pressure. His body curled up into a ball and turned blue. Soakduo in his body seethed for him to take it and Cocaine received the man's immense speed and his attributes, tasting his first, delectable soul. Over the rest of the years training Cocaine decided to leave his island until further notice. The man named SiC taught him that there are many, many other people stronger than him out there and he planned to being his kind together. Entering Karakura town Cocaine roamed the streets, trying to bring together whatever of these so called "bounto", which he learned from Soakudo, are and how to stand above. Cocaine spent the next hundreds of his years progressing his control over his Doll, their fused entity allowed Cocaine a more smooth Control over himself as well as the animalistic cravings of the Doll. Cocaine has seen it all, his hand being played with all the major events in time, he was there when the holy crusades went rampant in the middle east. He surveyed the Tudor wars in England. The mysterious deaths; Al Capone, Julius Ceasar, Jack the Ripper, it could be said that Cocaine influence was bit more then consensual in the lo and many more to come. The bountou was there when the shingami had it's first war with the Espada, though he watched the warring races whom both fell under their power he boded his time and waited, simply to gratify the dath and time of which he will show himself.

RP Sample:

Spoiler:

For a character who is SO old, I would have liked to see a longer history. Particularly a more detailed part about his exact training with his doll (though I do like the bit with the Shinigami...mainly cause well screw them)

Also; this is totally AU. NONE of the canon characters exist or the previous events (save a select few events...such as the first Shinigami v Quincy war). The mention of Aizen and Yamamoto though I'll let stand, since it doesn't consume your history.

All in all; really I'd just have liked a longer background. Not gonna hold you up over it though. Your rank is noted and will be flexible. Just a heads up. It's noted you applied for a 3-3. All that remains is whether you GET the 3-3 or not. When going through your trial the staff will look things over. Based upon the results you'll get either a 2-3, a 3-1, a 3-2, or a 3-3. But more information on that when the time comes.


For now: I approve.