Surupo(Dusk)

[zeta]

Name: Dusk has Asian lineage within his veins being a swordsmen from the legendary Hollow Bashtion. His parents gave him the name of Dusk while his brother cast his name of Cielo to him for a last, however this was when he was indeed human.


Nickname:Names have not been given to him in pure jest yet and, he indeed tends to keep it that way. For no matter how kin one's friendship is he will never accept the fact to be called another Aliases besides his actual birth name he was created from. However their are those whom decided to deem him name's even if he does not desire.


Age: What do you mean by this said birth? Lets us date back to a few. No exact time can be placed upon the exact moment of Surupo's birth. His origins were a swift and rather chaotic affair when he was created inside the void or womb of his motherly darkness, during which one could say that he was technically "birthed" Or ''born''.


Gender: Of course he takes the shape of a man, so in that very instant he is of male species. Having the reproductive organs to reproduce or have sexual relations, he prefers not to most of the time.



Species: Nobody


Position: Wanderer. He desires to have no ties or physical rank status with anyone. He'd rather be a Ruronai than follow the basic concept of kinship with many in a substance like group. So in terms Neutral.


Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills: Hiragana (Celestial energy of the Sun.) Surupo is in fact the one only current master's of this lethal advanced elemental stature since the others refuse to be known but his brother Epyon and he. He has proven his worth to master such aspects and with it, he has accepted it. Hiragana Sun-Magic techniques combine Physical Energy and Sun-based magic energy nature to create bright beams of energy that flow like water and can be guided towards the enemy at will depending on how skillful the user is. One can use sun release to manipulate the energy around them that the sun gives off by reflecting their rays onto the planet for defense or offense. They draw upon the energy to create effective physical energy and can bend the grains of it at will by moving a hand for motion to block an attacker and burn them while they attempt a hit. Those of the sun magic style can also bend the energy to form flames in their hand to throw, or fire like beams, even create and wrap it around weaponry for extra purging damage. Most Hiragana users keep a thin layer of the energy on their skin, in case a hit actually comes through. Than the friction of the attackers punch causes them to burst into a harmful sun flame that can burn them too death if not put out before it spreed's due to the advanced magics nature.

Weapon/Items:Kazusanosuke:
This is Surupo's rare blade and unmatched in most highly advanced battles within combat. It take's the form of a beautiful long black katana, with a long chain spilling from its back. At the ends of the chain it has a moon enveloping with the sun creating a magnificent eclipse.

History of the actual blade: This KANESHIGE sword is thought to be made in 1665, as it has an engraved record of 3 bodies cutting by Shito-ka Yamano KAEMON on its nakago. The sword is shaped in the length of 2 shaku 3zun (75cm) that it is slightly longer than the standard, with a shallow curve; its bottom is wider than the tip and hiraniku is kept minimal, which is typical to the Edo Kanbun Shinto. Thus the sword creates a sharp feeling of tension. Its jigane has a thick jinie with fine itamehada that further sharpens the expression and rugged figure. Considering that KANESHIGE is specialized in the particular hamon with a series of gunome called juzuba, this sword has one-of-a-kind hamon of suguha with shallow notare and occasional individual gunome, and that the sword gets wider from monouchi.

Picture: Same as avatar


Appearance: Surupo's clothing is usually made for the survival situations he has been placed in for most of his life. His outfit generally consists of first a high collared dark blue jacket that he has buttoned up to the point of covering up to his nose, the buttons being metallic like clasps spaced at around every three inches down the front of the jacket itself, instead of the usual placement under the throat. The jacket itself is missing a sleeve on his right arm, instead folded over and sewn down at the shoulder into a padded shoulder ruffle almost to help support the jacket but nothing more. This arm is instead covered in a Skin-tight black cloth stocking almost that covers his fingers, hand, and his arm all the way up to likely his throat int he tight spandex like material. Wrapped around this material is then a large amount of leather bindings and blue cloth wraps to add texture and color to it. On his hand he wears a finger less black leather glove which has a metal plate on its back, and over each knuckle, as well as a metal pad over his elbow and along the back of his forearm obviously designed for defensive combat. Some times he usually has a yellow robe on or it may be white with kanji markings along the sides.

The left arm of it is normal up to its elbow, in which it is tucked up into a large gauntlet of black leather with the same metallic clasps going up its side to hold it in place with leather and metal bindings. On the back of the Gauntlet is the deign of a Demons skull, around the outside of the Gauntlet is a slight frill where the jacket widens a bit and expands where it is tucked underneath the gauntlet itself. The next part of Surupo's outfit would be at how his jacket it's cut off jut at mid-abb level, revealing the same black spandex like materiel beneath the jacket, he wears a pair of pitch black baggy cargo pants that are placed and tucked into heavy black leather hunting boots that are tied tight up to mid-shin. They hold metal plates over their fronts and sides, metal clasping the sue of laces of any sort. Over this he wears what appears to be what was once an old cloak, dark blue tinted with red and black torn to shreds in many places, eh wears wrapped and tied around his waist tucked up underneath his heavy black belt with a dark metal clasp so it hangs over and underneath the belt itself.


Surupo is a fairly normal sixteen year old as a whole, he stands at an even five foot eleven inches, and seems to weight around a hundred and sixty-ish pounds if one was to try and pick him up. However though he is not overly heavy or large, he makes up for it with his muscle, his body is perfectly trained physically holding every single muscle defined and built. Each detail of his muscle and build across his body is based around his physical perfection, one could call his body sculpted and broad. His calves, thighs, biceps, triceps, chest and shoulders, even his forearms are lined with strong defined muscle from constantly working out physically and putting high stress and power on his body. Over this perfectly muscled and built physical form is a dark toned almost olive beach-boy tan skin, nearly islander in origin, coated in thin razor like scar's that crisscross over mostly his arms however a few line his chest and legs. As well he holds a distinct scaring over his back as if whips have constantly cracked over them as one would expect from a slave to have in their past lives. One who knows such things would also notice that along his finger's his nails and fingertips show the signs of torture, being lined with scar tissue from them being constantly poked, sliced and split.


Now to his face, his face is well angled and proportioned to his body having higher set cheekbones and Diamond shaped eyes that are usually half-closed lazily showing the eyes being the tone of Cyan Blue or Green. These eyes of course, holding vertical catlike pupils contrasting oddly with his dark black charcoal like silky hair that runs along his shoulder's stopping at that. He wears it in a bedhead type fashion, usually kept that way form his hat, the initial shape being that of it falling about his eyes and cheeks lazily he just splits it at his eyes so he can see. His smile is one of larger teeth, these teeth are all sharpened naturally much like a sharks, showing a big smile when eh wants it but usually preferring to simply raise his left eyebrow and smirk, as he see's that as ''cooler'' so to speak, if he does smile it sows off his larger teeth purely white and well-cared for, his Canines are about three times larger and sharper then most normally are. As far as the skin along his face, though he bears no elaborate scar's he is clean shaved except for some small sideburns that stop around his ear's bottoms, as well as two Golden rings pierced into his earlobes themselves. The skin of his face though it lacks scar's instead sports a lining of freckles that cover his face from one cheek over the bridge of his slim rounded nose to the other cheek in speckles of dark brown barely noticeable until the light hits him. On his left bicep his nickname, "Demon" running down his arm in studded black letter's with designs of black fire tracing along the letter's edges.



Personality: Surupo's personality is based on brashness, romance, love, and lack of patience with a tinge of a temper and pride and art loving. As well as care for the arts, and is purely based on his current mood to exactly. When he is calm, he tends to actually be peaceful and easily pleased with the simple things in life, he is able to analysis situations and learn with far greater ease and skill then normal, his memory is fine tuned and he thinks quite logically. This is his normal attitude, however much like his surroundings he changes moods and can become chaotic and uncharacteristically enraged in moments. His actions often reflect instinct not mental calculations, he'd much rather do then don't, if the button is big and red, he pushes it unless it says 'SELF DESTRUCT' and even then hell he may push it just for the adventure and fun of the escape. He is unpredictable, and can be when he wants to be extremely immature or mature all based on his surroundings and current mood, and though its hard to get Surupo depressed when it is done it generally ends badly for anyone nearby.

His temper is something that is triggered usually with any of his negative emotions, rage, sadness, grief, jealousy, anything of the sort will usually send him into what many call 'level one rage' his most common one involving just a lot of hotheaded nonsense, whoever overtime this can get worse and worse until its time to clear out of the room. Like any man, Surupo adores the opposite sex. This is both a weakness and strength in its own ways, but he enjoys their company notably more then males, he finds that few of the male gender and sex have anything worth to say, and they must prove themselves far more to show him they aren't the usual idiot Male that thinks of nothing but pride and muscle. To him woman are beauty, intelligence, and the glory of the human race. To Him, training is more then just a growth of strength and abilities, training is how you show your desire to become more then you already are, you determination and will to practice and persevere.

If you are lazy any other time he wont judge as he is as well, but being lazy when 'training' is something that will earn you a very possible punt to the face or worse with how he reacts to such foul treatment, to him it is a disrespect to yourself, your soul, the abilities you have been blessed with, and those around you who are relying on your strength and will. Justice is his Morals, his will and soul, and because of this those that hold true to their own will automatically gain some points of approval from him for anything they do as long as they stuck to that internal code of their mind. This is one of His more secretive passions, he loves to write and has even made it his dream to put out one of the most famous Romance novels in soul society. However the fact is he is extremely shy about this passion and believes that he would become a laughing stock for even considering trying to publish such a gooey gooey lovey dovey story based around love and forbidden lust.



Original World: Hollow Bashtion
Current World: Hollow Bashtion


History:The legacy of Surupo Cielo

"Okay, so destroying Worlds is great and all, but how`re we gonna do it without our Weaponry I know I`ll be fine, but you aren`t gonna accomplish much with your horrible Spell skills." Upon the steep hill, the shortest of the three questioned, pointing in accusation.

"Simple, we retrieve our Weaponry before all the Knight captains proceed to make their move. That should be your initiation ceremony. If you can`t do that, then you aren`t worth being a part of this resistance. I, myself, will be doing the same. We`ll meet at the Northern passage of Hollow Bashtion in three hours. That should be plenty of time."

After the strategy Surupo had bestowed upon the two, the male disappeared with the speed of a Beast, the other two quickly mimicking in two opposite directions. On the move, the dark-skinned leader navigated through the magnificent walls in a haze, easily overlapping anyone who had tried to take action against him. He was used to this pattern of these pathways. Within the same land of the Darkness, he found himself before their center of operations, "So this is how it looks, now. Seems the new Leader is all about looking serious with these building designs. I mourn the laid-back style he gave the place." A few steps forward, and Surupo was interrupted by the entrance doors swinging open, a barricade of cloaked figures exiting and surrounding the ex-prisoner.

"What a lovely welcome wagon." Surupo smirked, "Did you all miss me this much?"
The figures drew in closer, before suddenly separating to allow a lone Knight to enter the battlefield, "Why, Suru-chan … Why?" The girl was short in stature, with a pale white face with most of her features hidden behind deep, black hair. She stood out most, being dressed in a casual Mastery robe, instead of the common Knight like attire. She likely didn't belong to this Division. "You shouldn`t have escaped … You`re underestimating the squads that protect this world, again!"

"… Irise, huu? And you intend to stop me? You know what I`m here for. Move." Unshaken in his resolve, he took a step forward, the common-rank soldiers responding by drawing closer. "… Oh?" Tossing his hair back, Surupo inspected the men. They were all so fearless; it was a spectacle despite their apparent 'general' of a girl was trembling in her Robe.

"Tsubaki Irise …" The girl spoke, stuttering plenty.

"… Yes, I know your full name. Your point—?" Surupo responded, then took notice of something unusual.
As if her words has cast some spell, silhouettes of a humanoid figure tore from the ground around the ex-prisoner, tangling him in their dark mass like some sort of restraint. Surupo found himself immobile, "… ! What is this!?" He struggled, the silhouettes acting like some sort of un-ripping glue.

"My New spell; You never got to see me achieve its first release … It happens to be my very name. Fitting, no?" The girl moved closer as the shadows morphed into one being, successfully restraining the male. One of the two blade-less swords began to reform fully, Irise pointing the blade to Surupo`s throat.

"Why did you run … ? I didn`t want to be the one to have to end you, Suru-chan. I love you … "

"... … …"

"All those days spent together, those memories … Do they mean nothing to you, now?"

"… Keh."

Despite his situation, the ragged figure just grinned, raising his chin to speak down on the girl, belittling her, "They don`t. Now let me free of this pathetic trap. You don`t have the nerve to strike, and I can`t be held by your Spell much longer. I can feel it wearing from my Aura alone. I am no longer the Dusk you once knew. I am the nobody Surupo"



Role Playing Sample: Rain, a perfect combination of anger and sorrow blended into a recipe of murder and suicide, for most humans it signified the coming of plaque and disaster. Something to be cautious of from day in and day out, The beauty of it lost on mankind. But not on Surupo, it kept him at peace, his mind relaxed, he felt at home almost as if the foundation of his personal haven were being built around him brick by brick sealed together with the soothing sound of the tiny droplets impacting the hard surfaces of Surupo's vessel. It fitted Surupo's arrival, a creature of death and decay accompanied by what humans considered a symbol of chaotic destruction, all because of the anomaly's seemingly following close behind.

The dark clouds blended in perfectly with the darkness of the night sky, if not for the rain and the disappearance of some stars then they would never even be known to the living creatures below them. And yet stars disappeared more rapidly under a single cloud moving quicker then the rest, showering no rain down on the earth. To the unsuspecting eye and in most cases the suspecting eye it would be just a cloud floating in the wind, nothing of importance. But in reality it was the vessel that Surupo traveled on, a stone platform etched with magic , large enough to hold kingdoms atop it and thick to. The bottom of the platform was covered by black cloud like shroud that kept it hidden, and in front of it was the one thing pulling it from place to place. A creature, more of a monster then anything producing the black shroud blanketing it and the under belly of the vessel with the only visible features of the beast being two large crimson red eyes piercing the veil of black, a monster well titled as the steed of death.

The upper part of the platform held a vast landscape filled with small cliff formations jutting from the ground like spears in one generally awkward direction, amber fields of grass that released a honey scent into the air covered as much as the eye could see. In the farthest reach of the vessel stood a short mountain formation no larger then the small cliffs, but wider if anything. Soon the young nobody had jumped from this beast landing near a plat form while a black tainted coat covered the rich aspects of his subdue figure and face. Speaking in a whisper. ''So it begins....''

[Charme]

Alright, just a couple of quick-fixes here before we delve into the juicier parts.

1.) For his powers/abilities, if you can please separate the different affects of the powers. For example, break all the separate moves/attacks into their own little paragraph and give 'em some kind of cooldown or restriction. Thataway it's easier to understand them, and we have some idea of where they separate. If it's not something your character casts, but something that is always active, just list it as a 'passive' ability.

2.) His weapon! I notice that it's very detailed, and even has its own history. While that's a good thing, many people won't remember every single part of the katana, and moreso they might not know the original terms! If it has any impact on your character and his attacks, or has any plot-line purposes, it is advised that you make it easier for others to understand.

3.) His history is mostly a conversation. It doesn't really tell us about his life before. We know that a Nobody's 'emotions' comes from its past, the memories he had, and therefore it's rather important! If you could, please give us a broader view of his life. His younger years, his passions, and his creation as a Nobody! We don't at all mind what you already have but it doesn't give us his history, it just gives us a glimpse of it.

[Zephiris]

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[Zephiris]

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