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:Name:: Evislus Rheorian ( Eee-vis-luss Ree-orr-eee-nn) A name inherited from a deceased Arrancar. Otherwise meaningless. His original name has been forgotten, he only goes by Evislus.

:Gender:: Male

:Race:: Arrancar

:Age:: Quite old. 1400-1600 years. He appears to be about 31.

:Physical Description:: Starting from the top and working our way to the down, unkempt black dreadlocks serve as hair. They are drawn into a pony-tail, which messily slips down the back of his neck into obscurity.

Permeating two thin strands of the fore-head are bright eyes of varying hue, one of pure dark blue, the other a blue-ish white with aqua-colored commas circling a ghostly iris. Through this eye (the left) a soot-black scar runs through. It runs all the way down his neck and chest, fading when it reaches the stomach.

His Hollow mask engulfs the right side of his face. It is plate-like, owlishly round. His nose is encapsulated in a small triangular beak sticking outwards. The mask goes on to wrap the upper right part of his cranium in a tussock of white spines. The right eye is encircled by an ovular eyehole, slightly narrowed. His face seems entirely neutral.

Upon his right shoulder, a rising sun. On his left, a cross with a plethora of biblical psalms inscribed therein. His hands are unmarred, sprouting slender fingers with sharp clean nails. His lithe form is toned, lanky but muscular. From the waist down to the feet, the body remains ordinarily that of a man without any oddities visible. His hollow hole, about the size of a balled fist, resides just above his stomach. He appears to be 31, is about 6 feet tall, and looks to be 145 lbs.

:Personality:: Beneath a seemingly calm exterior, an intense paranoia seethes within Evislus. He radiates a plastic friendliness, the ‘I wanna be your buddy’ temperament, but through this disposition you can see the face of a man who trusts nothing but his own fear. He feigns weakness, to appear manageable. . . And to appear as the least likely to stab others in the back. Not necessarily a lone wolf, moreso a compulsory Benedict Arnold that abides by the motto, ‘Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.’ Every time he allows accomplices into his life, he has inevitably been betrayed or he ultimately ends up insinuating betrayal and cutting ties. At times, he lacks self-confidence and is indecisive, especially when others doubt his judgement. Though not exactly weak-minded, his long existence has perhaps resulted in senility. . . For when he is torn down from his pedestal of control, or one of his meticulously construed plans have gone awry he has been known to throw tantrums. He is also somewhat of a coward, preferring fights with those already wounded.

He considers Hollows an untrustworthy lot, particularly moreso than all the other races. But, as far as he is concerned, he can trust noone. He has lived through the fall of many dynasties, talk of insurrections have reached his ears, assasination. Perhaps Evislus views himself as a King, determined not to walk into a trap, drink the vial of poison. Sometimes, he fondly remembers his Enfante stages, back when he didn’t have to think so much. Back when he was blissfully ignorant. Sometimes he finds himself wishing to go back to those times. Sometimes. Depending upon his mood, he is either quite kind to lesser ranked Hollows, or pettily jealous.

Yumekoto has seemingly become a nexus of powerful individuals. He fears Yumekoto, yet is inexplicably drawn to it. . . To what he feels could become his kingdom if he plays his cards right. He will occasionally drop in, every now and then. . .

:Clothing:: A checkered black and white tail-coat with an upturned collar is wrapped about him like a second-shadow. Sliver-thin lines of gray run vertically up, along with a collection of buttons that allow him to seal up the coat and sleeves along with an assortment of large pockets. A uniform long-sleeved black shirt sits upon his chest with a white tie broadly adorned. An equally black sash is wrapped around his waist, where his Zanpakuto is adorned. Pants of a matching white are tucked into black hessian boots.

:Ranking:: Arrancar, Vastoorde

:Country/time:: What is now Portugal within the Iberian Penisula. The dawn of the Dark Ages.

:Background Information::

The early chapters of Evislus‘s life were harsh and simple. Evislus and his people were inhabiting a rural village within the interior of the Iberian Penisula in Europe during the Dark Ages. An assortment of feelings serve as his memoirs, fear, hunger and grit. The instinct to survive, a simpler time. Born the son to two simple farmers, he was killed prematurely at the age of eight by an arrow when a horde of roving thieves attacked and burnt his village to the ground.

Wandering through the blazing remnants of his village, he dazedly walked to the outskirts, the pillaging killers seemingly no longer able to see him. Shocked from grief and the death of his parents, the flames around him inflicted a terrible thirst. He walked to the river nearby and stared into the chilly waters. He still felt the heat of his village emanating, and bent over to scoop up some water. . . But sadly found that he couldn’t. Not understanding, he repeated this attempt several more times, only to find himself gripped with the frustration of a thirst that he couldn’t satiate. So he sat, hugging his knees to his chest on the banks of the river, looking to the sky. He sat for three days, petrified to the spot, clueless to his fate and brain-dead from shock. The chain from his chest dwindled as the charred remains of his village sat behind him.

Within minutes the transformation began, enveloping Evislus within his hollow guise forever. In a time of wide-spread fear and violence, prey was plentiful and easy. Capitalizing upon the chaos enveloping the land, Evislus plagued Europe for centuries, his powers accordingly evolving with his age.

Things were quite routine for Evislus. Until he learned ambition.

Evislus had been trekking the country-side desperately in search for some edible souls. It had been too long since he had last eaten. As his hulking mesh carried on, he came upon a clearing in the woods, where, to his surprise, he found numerous Hollows being repelled by a single black shape, whom was protecting an unconscious child. Evislus, now of Ex-Medio class, resisted the inane urge to feed and watched the events unfold.

As far as he could tell, the fight had been going on for awhile now. The six hollows and the black-shape swordsman both appeared fatigued and wounded. Cornered, the swordsman stepped back unaware of Evislus, whom sat placid behind him. A triumphant snicker serenaded the Shinigami’s ear, before he was devoured from behind by Evislus.

An euphoric sensation erupted within Evislus, such a delicacy he had never partook in. But as he felt the being’s soul deteriorate, he could not help but want more. He ate the unconscious child, but still he found himself hungering. And, though the act of cannibalism seemed alien to him, he felt his eyes avert to the wounded Hollows, who sat dumb-struck, licking their wounds. Their black bulky flesh seemed extremely appetizing now.

He stared at them for a long time, never taking his eyes off of them. A surge of instinct propelled him forward, and he ripped apart one easily with his gargantuan molars, consuming the one closest to him. The other Enfantes slowly arose, but hampered by their wounds and their primitive intellect, Evislus ravened them all. . . And his destiny was set.

Bathing in the ecstasy of the next tier of power, Evislus stood proud as an aware Gillian. . . His gaze swept over the land, and then he looked skyward. An inexplicable feeling imparted him with the sense that he could touch the sky. . . And taking it within his hands, he ripped open the fabric of the heavens and entered Hueco Mundo.

The centuries hence forward became a series of clashes with fellow Gillians, Evislus’s hunger knowing no bounds. Capitalizing on circumstance, he would often simply wait for an injured Hollow to stumble his way so as to make the process simple and painless. While not exactly the speediest way to satisfy his appetite, it was safe. A long and arduous wait it was, eventually he surpassed his brethren and became an Adjucha. . . And found himself slightly disappointed. His appearance was now that of a bloated demonic owl. Evislus missed his colossal size, but he continued onwards regardless. He no longer found it necessary to find those who sustained injuries, his newfound powers were enough to take care of Gillians without much of a hassle.

Then, one day, Evislus was approached by a number of fellow Adjuchas. Reluctant at first, they revealed their intentions to Evislus. It seemed the proper thing to do was to form a pack after becoming an Adjucha. Considering it, Evislus anticipated that others would probably be seeking out fellow Adjucha to cannibalize in order to attain strength. Hueco Mundo was a dangerous place, and after thinking it over, Evislus agreed.

Evislus’s suspicions proved to be correct. Upon one faithful night, Evislus and his pack felt other Hollows in the vicinity while they were feeding. Ignoring intelligible Hollow etiquette (as non-existent as it was) the others encroached on their prey, causing the group to cease their activities and turn to face the incoming Hollows. A falcon, tiger, various other animalistic manifestations. Their leader was a large ornamental dragon that soared above.

“This is our food now. Leave.� The dragon spoke.

The younger members of Evislus’s pack retaliated after an exchange of harsh words, and eventually the land was engulfed in massive Hollow conflict. Surveying the scene from above, as Evislus readied to do battle, he overheard a snicker somewhere in the black sky, but he could not spot from where. . . The other Hollows, intent on killing one another, seemed to have ignored it altogether. That is, until a massive red sphere impacted the middle of the field, disintegrating many of them.

“God. . . Look at all these idiots and their stupid expressions.� Evislus heard a voice, and looking skywards, he now saw three humanoid beings standing in mid-air. One fired another red sphere from his mouth, destroying numerous Hollows once more. Upon inspecting further, Evislus found the remnants of Hollow masks upon their revealed human faces. He was dumbfounded at the appearance of these hollow-men.

Aside the one speaking, a more serious-looking, gaunt hollow-man spoke,

“Spend less time complaining and more time fighting. How do you expect them to take off their masks without exerting themselves?�

Receiving a hateful look from his partner, he then began to fly down upon the massive group of Hollows, decapitating numerous with his bare hands. The serious one remained placid, and the other continued to gleefully fire Cero blasts.

“CMON! TAKE OFF YOUR MASKS!� The complaining one screamed. The Adjuchas began to scatter, but this just seemed to anger the man. After watching him tear the imposing dragon Adjucha in two, he knew that he would be just as easily killed. In desperation and fear he flew up towards the two above, directing his sharp beak towards the back of the serious one. It was to his dismay that he immediately turned around.

“Hm? was all he murmured, before delivering a casual back-hand to the face of Evislus, sending him into a free-fall for the ground. After a resounding crunch marked his landing, everything went black. Evislus could only make out the sounds of his pack being slaughtered as he dove in and out of consciousness. Then, suddenly, the sounds of battle stopped. Evislus heard the faint sound of footsteps nearing him.

“Faust, look at this.� came an unfamiliar voice, possibly the one firing Ceros. Evislus could distinctly hear another ‘hm?’ from the serious hollow-man, cueing that of more footsteps.

“You can stop now Royce! The man that the Cero-firing one had called Faust shouted.

“I think we found one.�

Evislus couldn’t understand. He was nearing unconsciousness.

“No shit? Royce, the one that had been complaining earlier.

“Didn’t think we’d find one with these drecks. Didn’t even get me warmed up. . .� he grumbled.

Evislus felt a harsh kick. He was propelled up. Now he could see all three of them waiting calmly in front of him.

“See? His mask is cracking.�

“That doesn’t mean shit.�

The three continued to gauge Evislus, whom sat dazed.

“Vlad. . . Ready a Cero. Faust commanded.

Red energy begin to gather in one of the Hollow-Mens mouth. The one called Faust continued to stare calmly at Evislus.

“Listen closely Adjucha. You have about ten seconds to attain the power to save your life. I trust you have surmised what you have to do. Your time starts now.�

“This isn’t going to work. . .� grumbled Royce, looking irritable. Evislus continued to remain placid, paralyzed in fear. Faust began to count,

“10. . . 9. . . 8. . . In Evislus’s state, he frantically attempted to grasp that of what the man was asking of him. Confused, he thought back.

CMON! TAKE OFF YOUR MASKS!

“6. . .5. . . 4. . . Evislus slowly raised talon digits towards his demonic facial. He remembered his struggle to attain the status he possessed now.

Royce arched a brow.

“3. . . 2. . . 1. . . Fire.� Faust murmured, and Vlad released the charged Cero directly upon Evislus, who had his mask clutched. Enhanced by desperation and sheer willpower, there was a riveting crack. Evislus felt his mask torn from his facial. He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the incoming Cero. He combusted in a surge of reiatsu, and, yelling with all his might, fired a Cero of his own, counteracting the red sphere of oblivion with a massive explosion. Then he collapsed to the sound of triumphant snickers.

Awaking, Evislus immediately felt disoriented. Vision was blurred, an upheaval of vomit immediately ensued. His body seemed different and he could not move. He felt broken.

“You’re up. Evislus recognized the Cero-firing hollow-man’s voice. Evislus groaned.

“Bet you feel like crap. No matter though. Julia is coming. You’ll be better soon.� he said reassuringly.

“Where. . . Am I?� Evislus asked dazedly, eyes squinting to the red sky above.

“We’re currently somewhere in Spain.� Evislus inclined his head. Back in Europe, he thought.

“Who are you?�

“They call me Vlad. You’re wondering what’s going on? Yeah, I know. It’ll all be explained when we get to the gathering point. Until then, you’ll just have to wait.

Looking sideways, he saw the dull sands of the desert about them. He closed his eyes again, his head aching. Suddenly, he heard the soft footsteps of another.

“Julia. You took your time.� Vlad chuckled.

“Get out of the way.� Came the voice of a scornful woman. Julia, no doubt.

“What is she doing?� Evislus whispered, but neither of them heard him. They were discussing something quietly.

“Hurry it up. We can’t keep the boss waiting.� ushered Vlad.

“I am perfectly aware of that, thank you. Growled Julia, and Evislus felt an icy hand upon his forehead.

“Stay still.� she told Evislus sternly, and Evislus was compelled to obey.

How she exactly did it, Evislus cannot recall visually. He had been staring at the sky with weak breaths. Then, a searing pain engulfed him, a hot flame burning from inside, he felt skin stretching and reconfiguring itself around his bones. After a period of screaming, the pain subsided, leaving a sweating Evislus set upright by Vlad.

“That should do it.� Julia muttered, standing up. She was a spindly small woman, her mask that of triangular glasses encircling dull red eyes, blonde hair eloquent against the white of her simple dress. Averting his gaze to his left, he caught a better glance of Vlad, who’s mouth was enshrouded by the trident-like chin guard of his mask. He had a shaved head and looked somewhat grizzled, but was young.

“Still think its weird every time I see it. . .� admitted Vlad, shaking his head. Julia snorted in disgust and turned around to walk away.

“You should explain. He doesn’t look that bright.� Julia said smugly. She then disappeared with a flash.

“Don’t mind her. Healer bitch. Everyone thinks so.� whispered Vlad with a wink, and then he sighed after looking back to Evislus.

“Looks like she was right though. Over here. Vlad continued, suddenly disappearing to the left. Following him weakly, Evislus stumbled to the edges of an oasis. The waters still reflected Vlad in their sandy depths.

“Check it out.� Vlad nodded. Evislus dumbly trudged over to the water, to behold himself.

He hadn’t realized it, even when he had walked over upon human legs. Reaching up to his face, Evislus found a large portion of his mask missing, and in it’s place a face of flesh. This revelation of the human form was shocking, leaving the lanky pallid image gaping back at him, disbelieving. He looked shakily down to his own hands. His knees began quivering.

“What. . . -�

“You’re an Arrancar now, the top of the food-chain yada yada yada. Look, I’ll explain later. We can’t spend any more time here. C’mon.� Vlad turned around and began to take a step, before he stopped himself with a slap to his forehead.

“Oh, right. You can’t use Sonido yet. Here.� He extended his hand. Evislus slowly took it, and was suddenly propelled forward with a massive blur, being dragged along by the speeding Vlad. In but seconds time, he found himself standing somewhere else than where they had been. The oasis had disappeared, but in it’s place was a massive white building, ancient and broken. Vlad guided him towards the entrance arch.

“This is our headquarters. We’ve managed to gather most of the Arrancar here, but even then we’re only a good twenty or so. Most of them are Gillians too. Vlad allowed a sneer that Evislus didn’t like.

“The boss is inside.�

“The boss?�

“You’ll meet him soon enough. Just keep your mouth shut and do what I say. You’ll be fine.�

As they walked through the barren halls, along the way Evislus saw similar ‘Arrancar’. Some turned to look at him with a grim curiosity, others snorted with disapproval, most just plain ignored him. He didn’t have a chance to observe anymore though, for he was thrust through two wooden doors leading to a circular room. There sat a rather large round-table, surrounded by Arrancar. One of them was the one who had been complaining, Royce, his legs propped up upon the table. His mask accentuated the lips and curved up, like an upside down crescent, and a mess of red spiky hair struck out in all directions. Faust sat there too, his mask like the upper anatomy of a human skeleton, encircling both eyes above the nose and stopping short of the forehead. He had short slicked back hair and white eyes. Both turned to look at his arrival, as did all the others.

“Is this him?“ A seated Arrancar asked. Everyone’s gaze was now upon Evislus expectantly.

“Yes. That is him. Faust suddenly answered.

“His endurance is capable. I believe he is a suitable cantidate for our plan.� Faust continued. The Arrancar looked amongst each other.

“Looks weak to me. Royce grumbled, a finger picking wax from his ears before flicking it aside lazily.

“He didn‘t even fight. Just got the shit smacked out of him by Faust.�

“Maybe its good for you he didn’t, Royce. Perhaps he would have killed you if he had. From what I understand, he is quite tough. Perhaps tougher than you? Came a voice from behind Evislus. The Arrancar seated at the round table all arose, with the exception of Royce, who remained arrogantly immobile with an ‘as if’ expression on his face.

“Greetings, Arrancar. I bet you are wondering whom these people are, as I’m sure they have neglected to tell you.� the voice continued as Evislus turned around to see it’s source. An extremely old looking Arrancar stood, an imposing 7 feet, long silver hair knotted into a ponytail, with a small goatee and mustache as well. His withered face was looking to Evislus with intermingled curiosity and approval, the remnants of his mask being a simple strip of his right eye that resembled an eye-patch.

“This is the one-�

“I am aware of that Vlad, thank you. The old Arrancar interrupted, calmly patting Vlad on the shoulder and kindly showing him aside. He gestured for everyone to sit, and so took an empty seat at the table at his own pace.

Evislus had remained quiet the entire time. He was still reeling in shock at how fast things were presenting themselves to him, and now just stared forward to the old man.

“I am Levistus, the head of this organization. Our great, former leader Evislus Rheorian took it upon himself to gather all the Arrancar, like you, that he could find. When he died, I continued his work. Levistus explained.

“I have heard that you survived Faust’s strike? He tells me he did not hold back.�

Evislus nodded slowly, looking to Vlad as if unsure how to continue. Vlad was looking away.

“Judging by your silence, I am guessing that you are quite overwhelmed right now, aren’t you? Not sure what to think? You need rest, I understand. Levistus silenced any protest Evislus might have offered with a wave of his hand.

“Vlad, take him to the quarters I have arranged for him. We will find a purpose for you, Arrancar. . .� Levistus nodded, Vlad nodding dutifully. Grabbing Evislus by the arm and leading him back out the door, he took a sharp right down a narrow hallway once outside of the room.

“He likes you. That is a good sign.�said Vlad, loosening his hold to allow Evislus to walk himself.

“What did he mean by ‘purpose?� Evislus asked eyes half-shut with exhaustion.

Vlad was quiet for a moment, but then reluctantly spoke,

“You know the Shinigami?

Evislus remembered the wonderful taste. He nodded.

“Yeah, well the boss thinks he knows a way to get into their headquarters.�

“Really?! How?� Evislus questioned. Vlad looked to the floor, hesitant.

“He still hasn’t told us. . . how he’s going to do it. Vlad quickly added averting his gaze quickly to the door beside them.

Evislus frowned, and pondered it for a few moments.

“Well, this is your room. Vlad murmured, opening the door and gesturing towards the accommodations. The crumbling structure wasn’t all too pleasant, but it seemed stable enough. A bed sat in plain sight, with some black slacks and a shirt laying atop it. He had been naked up until this point.

“Get some sleep. You’ll need it.� Vlad nodded, and then closed the door behind him. Evislus thought to ask him what he exactly meant by that, but weariness encumbered him to the bed after he had dressed himself, and soon he was asleep.

The next three days were of Vlad teaching him Arrancar techniques, Cero, amongst other things. He also explained the new Zanpakuto at Evislus’s waist. Julia would arrive for regular checkups, though Evislus insisted he was fine. Whenever he said so, Vlad and Julia exchanged looks that Evislus could not quite read. Not concerned, he was satisfied with his increased power. His title amongst their organization was soon awarded to him, Evislus Rheorian. Levistus had earlier said it had belonged to their previous leader. When he asked Vlad more about him, he said that he was a hero to the organization who had turned and mentored most of them into Arrancar. This was before his prodigy, Levistus, took over. When Evislus asked what had happened to him, Vlad said the Shinigami ambushed a hunting squad of Arrancar lead by Evislus. Taken by surprise, he was stabbed in the back by the Death Gods like cowards. He went on to say that they would have ALL died if it had not been for Levistus, who valiantly fought off the Shinigami long enough for the Arrancar to escape. Vlad told Evislus that the name was sacred amongst their organization, and to not dishonor it. When Evislus asked why he had been given this prestige, Vlad shrugged dubiously. Levistus had asked of it. After another hard day of training, Evislus slept.

He awakened. Something wasn’t right. Arising, he opened the door slowly, a small creak from the hinges as he ventured outwards. Stepping through the hallway and back towards the entrance, he was confused to find that the building was entirely empty. His stomach felt funny.

“There’s one!� Came a shout from behind him, and Evislus turned around to see a group of Shinigami standing there, the one who had spoken pointing.

“Get him!� They swarmed towards him, and in sudden rage Evislus leapt forth, tearing through one effortlessly with bare hands. His own power frightened him slightly, perhaps it was that hesitation that allowed the incoming swarm of Shinigami to keep him down, binding him with their demon arts. Thrashing within it’s hold, he gnarled at the lot of them. To his dismay, he found himself helpless against their restraint. . . As if his body had been tampered with. He began to open his mouth.

“Bind his mouth. We don’t need Ceros flying around. With another demon art, his jaw snapped shut.

“Take him to Fa-sama. He wanted one alive.� The commanding officer said, looking at Evislus disdainfully.

“What happened to the others?� Another Shinigami asked.

“Looks like they abandoned ship. Must’ve left this guy behind. Secure the perimeter.� He commanded, and turned around to disappear along the hallway. Evislus, struggling to no avail watched as a door appeared before the Shinigami. A black butterfly fluttered through, perching upon the Shinigami’s open palm momentarily. A nod, and then he hoisted Evislus upon his shoulder. Stepping through the portal, Evislus soon found himself within Seiretei, momentarily ceasing his writhing to look around. Two other Shinigami had followed.

“You two report. I’ll deliver him to R&D.� the Shinigami carrying Evislus ordered. The two went to obey his commands while Evislus resumed thrashing.

After a few minutes of speeding about Seiretei, the Shinigami finally stopped at a tall building jutting out of the ground. Labeled clearly ‘R&D’, he stepped through to be accommodated by several other Shinigami, bearing a different insignia upon their robes.

Ignoring the banter between them to look around, he was intrigued to see the fear reflected by the buildings inhabitants as he was taken through. He soon found himself being carried past another hallway, taken to an obscure room at the end. As they entered the dimly lit space, a large table with the silhouette of a man appeared. He was adorned in white and black robes.

“Strap him down. said the man, whom Evislus assumed to be ‘Fa-sama’.

“Good work. I didn’t expect you to recover one alive. . . . Begin preparations for the examination.� he murmured, receiving a prompt ‘Yes Captain’ from his flunkies as he tore off Evislus‘s shirt. He moved to retrieve a large saw from beside the table, and then offered Evislus a glance of pity. He was a man of medium build, with shoulder-length black hair and spectacles.

“I understand you were left behind? Typical. . . Still Hollows, after all. Fa chortled.

“I am Fa-zheng, Captain of 12th Division, Research And Development. It looks like your friends betrayed you. You wouldn’t happen to know where they are. . . ?� he inquired.

“You’re wrong.� whispered Evislus through his teeth. His mouth was still bound.

Fa-zheng shook his head sadly as he moved forward with the hacksaw. Placing it to the upper left eye brow, he began to cut a solid line down from the eye to the lower stomach. Evislus screamed, and Fa-zheng continued to speak to him like a dentist to patient,

“It was rather hard coming up with a hack saw that could surpass your Hierro, but I accomplished it in the end. Fa-zheng exclaimed proudly, continuing to saw through Evislus’s body. He went on to say even more as Evislus cried in agony.

“I thought you wouldn‘t know where they were. If they cared about you at all then they would’ve brought you along. But you probably weren’t worth taking. The runt of the pac-

“SHUT UP!� screamed Evislus, gnashing his teeth and writhing about. He then suddenly stopped. He looked down to his stomach.Evislus felt something odd welling up inside. Suddenly, an inexorable pain began to spread, and he began screaming again, much more loudly. Fa-zheng looked alerted.

“Whats happening?� One of the flunkies exclaimed, looking to Evislus. A small black light had begun to shine through Evislus‘s now partially open stomach (courtesy of Fa-zheng). Flesh began to inflate, expanding to accommodate a spherical shape rising. Blood began trickling down from his nose, Evislus continued screaming.

“This is. . . NO-� Fa-zheng was interrupted by an explosion from Evislus’s stomach, ripping the Arrancar in two as he was propelled from the tables holds. The flunkies had been caught in the explosion, but Fa-zheng had leapt back just in time and was running to the back of the room. Evislus screamed loudly as he looked in horror, spotting his body’s innards splattered across the wall along with the broken appendages that were his legs. The small black sphere expanded to reveal the shadows of fifteen Arrancar. Bursting in a purple flash, there stood all of the Arrancar that had been seated about the round table, with Levistus, Faust, Royce and Vlad.

“Kill them.� Levistus said cheerfully, a twisted simplicity to his statement. They leapt forward upon the Captain, whom had ran to a large gong. A club-like instrument in hand, with a well-aimed blow, the percussion instrument resounded throughout Seiretei, obviously some sort of primitive warning system. A massive cry was heard from upstairs from the Shinigami. Fa-zheng disappeared with a flash step just as Royce’s sword hissed by.

“Leave no survivors. Wipe them out!� Levistus shouted, and then disappeared out of the room along with the mass majority of the rest. Only Vlad and Royce stayed.

“Ha! Look at that dumbass! He looks shit-brained! Royce snickered at Evislus, turning to exit the room. “You coming Vlad?�

“Yeah, hold on a second.� Vlad responded, nodding to Royce.

“Geez, don’t gloat over him guy. You gotta at least respect that he got us in here, as stupid as he is.� Royce admitted, before disappearing with a flash of Sonido.

Evislus was screaming at this point, cursing existence itself. Vlad slowly stepped over the pool of blood that had built up around Evislus’s separated form.

“Julia put it in when she healed you. It was an encapsulated portal that Faust made. There’s another one deeper in the ruins. That’s how we got inside. Then all we had to do was tip off the Shinigami to where our headquarters were and. . . He sighed, shaking his head.

“You really never suspected us at all, didn’t you? Well it wasn’t my choice. Had to be you. We needed someone new, someone who didn’t know anything. That’s why we needed you.�

“I’LL KILL YOUUUUUUUUU!� screamed Evislus, blood erupting from his mouth. Vlad shook his head.

“I know, I know. It must be bad. But you got us in here, Evislus. You’re a hero to me, if that’s any consolation. . . Vlad grinned, laughing quietly.

Evislus kept screaming, howling with rage as he tried to throttle Vlad with his arms. Vlad was out of reach.

“You really must be retarded or something. Vlad glowered, stomping on Evislus’s face again and again. After Evislus’s face was thoroughly beaten, he turned around.

“Well, I have to go help the others. Die with dignity Evislus. Goodbye-�

He was suddenly interrupted by the voice of a Shinigami.

“Captain! There’s one still down here!�

There was a flash, and Evislus looked up to see a man in similar robes as Fa-zheng with a different insignia impale Vlad upon a shining zanpakuto. He cast a look at Evislus, who was gurgling blood.

“Looks like Fa-zheng got one. They’re both goners. Move out!� Remarked the Captain, sheathing his blade as Vlad fell to the floor, whom was coughing profusely. He was gone in a flash. Vlad fell to the ground gagging.

“Shit. . . � Vlad grunted, struggling to get up. But something caught him. Evislus had managed to drag himself up to Vlad, hands now had him by the ankles. His teeth were bared.

“God. . . No! FUCK!!!! NO! DON’T- I’LL GET HELP, LEVISTUS WILL- SHITTTTT!� As Evislus tore into the back of his ankle, Vlad continued with sobbing moans,

“I HATE YOU!!! YOU LITTLE- I SAVED YOU! I SHOULD’VE KILLED YOU!!! STOP ITTTTT!!!!!� He screamed the entire time, helpless, too weak to do anything. The Captain had struck well. Only when Evislus had reached the upper-shoulders did the cries stop. Evislus ate him whole.

Evislus quietly observed his lower half regenerate until his body had returned to normal. He felt strange.

Averting his gaze to the room outside, he heard the massive battle occurring. Blasts of Cero were audible even from far away. Evislus slowly arose to join the fray.

Royce snarled, the two captains pursuing him, firing demon arts as he fled. This was getting ridiculous. Fleeing behind a corner in the labyrinth-like maze of Seiretei buildings, he engaged Sonido to teleport a fair distance away. He was safe, for now.

Licking his wounded shoulder, Royce sighed.

“Geez. . . Where the hell is Vlad? Thought he’d be here by now. Maybe there were still some left in the building. . . he grumbled.

“Ah well. His decision, not mine. Lessee. . .� Royce said, surveying his body.

“Hello Royce.�

Royce turned around, Zanpakuto drawn, snarling. His eyes widened as he saw Evislus standing there, a smile plastered across his blood-spattered face.

“You. . . Wheres Vlad?!� Royce screamed.

“He’s served his purpose. Evislus smiled, pointing to his new stomach. Royce’s eyes widened even further, allowing his jaw to hang open stupidly.

“Whats the matter Royce? You look shit-brained.� said Evislus with an amused snicker. Royce looked like he had been slapped in the face. He hastily riposted, spit flying from his mouth,

“You little fuck! We turned you into what you are!�

Evislus lunged forward. The wounded Royce fearfully stepped back only to trip over his own feet, falling to the ground with a groan. Clawing up granite as he tried to get away, Evislus’s had him at the kneecap’s junction. Pausing to look down at his new play-thing, he swung Royce one-handed against the Seiretei wall he had been resting against. Evislus felt the jarring of impact in his upper muscle, the knee had snapped backwards from the collision. Royce was unconscious. Evislus dropped him to the ground, then devoured him as well.

Licking his wet fingers, Evislus looked to the sky.

“One more. . .� he muttered.

Levistus, accompanied by Faust and two other Arrancar, sped about the hearth of Seiretei. They had thus far somehow managed to elude combat, and Levistus stubbornly refused to fight anyone lower than Captain status. . . Leaving subordinates they encountered along the way to the two gillians. But as he looked down the Seiretei path, a familiar visage met his eye.

He stopped, dead in his tracks. As did Faust, and the other two Arrancar.

“Hey guys. Where you going?� said Evislus, eyes dilated with bloodlust. His crimson form stood blocking their path.

“How did you?. . . Faust questioned, but Levistus cut him off.

“I see you survived! I. . . Knew you would. I recognized your potential from the start didn‘t I-�

“I wonder how it feels to kill your creator? Evislus paused, inspecting his fingernails. Levistus looked stunned.

“What are you blabbering on about?!� Levistus retorted angrily.

“I think you know what I mean.� Evislus whispered. Levistus narrowed his visible eye. Faust looked to Levistus, not understanding.

“Fool! You’re still nothing compared to us!� Levistus shouted, gesturing for the two nameless Arrancar to advance upon him. Leaping forward, two swift strokes of Evislus’s arm eviscerated the pair effortlessly.

Faust and Levistus grimaced.

“Guess I’m about to find out, eh? Hey, before I kill you. . . What really happened to Evislus? The original one, I mean.�

Levistus laughed nervously.

“So you figured it out. . . ? I killed him, of course. He was too weak-minded to lead the Arrancar. Not aggressive enough. I was doing a service to us all!�

Faust looked to Levistus, seemingly surprised by this.

“You. . . He created us!�

“This isn’t the time to fight amongst each other Faust! Evislus would have done the same if he had been in my situation.�

“Evislus wouldn’t have led us all to our deaths!� hissed Faust.

“Faust. . . Draw your zanpakuto and defeat the enemy.�

“No.� Faust looked at Levistus defiantly.

“DRAW YOUR WEAPON AND FIGHT! THAT’S AN ORDER!� Levistus shouted back.

Faust glared at Levistus, then looked back to Evislus. With a roar, he turned back to Levistus and leapt at him, unsheathing his Zanpakuto. Levistus offered a parting sneer, side-stepped, then impaled Faust with a punch through the neck.

“Fool!� he spat, removing the lifeless body from his arm.

“How ironic. You will die by the very name you destroyed and cast anew.

Evislus had appeared behind Levistus.

“Reajuste. . .�

Levistus looked up in horror.

Four hundred yards away, the Shinigami heard a terrible, earsplitting scream pierce the chaos as they finished off the scattered Gillians. Then, the ripping of Garganta. When they arrived on the scene where the sound had come from, they found the remains of four Hollow masks, lying barren on the blood soaked ground.

Fin.



:Weapon(s):: Hollow Zanpakutoh

Weapon Name: Command: “Reajuste, Sabiduría Corrompida� (“Reset, Tainted Wisdom� )


Description: When sealed, Evislus’s zanpakutoh is in the form of a Jitte, a sword designed to catch and snap off an opponent's sword blade. The guard is hanging onto the sash, loosely and easily withdrawn with no sheath. Instead of the normal short Jitte blade and guard, the blade of the Jitte stands at about 2 shaku, longsword length and the guard accommodates the increased size accordingly. Starting from the bottom, the silver butt of the Jitte has a red ribbon trailing it by golden hook. The hilt is a crimson magenta, infused with a black cloud-like pattern. The guard is metallic red, but instead of curving outwards like a standard Jitte, it instead curves inwards, like a hook. The blade is a wet gold, as if coated in shining amber. The blade is about 90 cms in long, the hilt is about 10 cms in length and width.

When released, Evislus is coated head to foot in sharp obsidian feathers. His right eye dilates into perfect a perfect blue circle, and his mask adjusts to accommodate a disc-like growth. His nose contorts to form a jutting spire in the shape of a steepled beak. His face is now considerably more plate-like, now resembling a lithe humanoid owl. It is framed within a mane of outward feathers, the top erupting into a crown of sharp black spines that merge into a mohawk, descending down the spine. His chest becomes encased in a large armored vest of feathers with an ornate wheel designed upon it‘s surface. . . Gold in contrast to the rest of the body. The armour extends to thinly coat long muscled legs. His obsidian plumes descend down to the sharp talons that have replaced his feet, white in color with the claws a similar black to the feathers. The wings remain slack and hang from his arms like drapery. With a flick of his wrist they extend to an impressive 7 foot wingspan.

Weapon Level: Resurrección

Unique Skills:

Owl Characteristics: Evislus can fly and manuever within the air. His disc-like facial allows him to effectively funnel distant sounds into his hearing, and, he can turn his head 135 degrees in either direction. His right eye possesses binocular-like vision, though cannot perceive things close. . . The left is quite the opposite, capable of perceiving things close whereas lacking the ability to view things further off.

The Wheel: The wheel on Evislus’s chest is not utilized for combat. While it takes time, it will slowly begin to turn, emitting a high-pitched squeal. It then continues to gain speed, and by this point it is creating a sound effect similar to that of a dog whistle. . . Except for Hollows. The sound imitates but is not quite as effective as Hollow Bait, resulting in any Hollows primitive in intellect and in the nearby vicinity to be inexplicably drawn to Evislus. Evislus must be focused while he is using the wheel, and if he is disturbed, then the wheel will cease.





:Arts:

-Cero ("Zero") - A massive beam of concentrated reiatsu capable of obliterating nearly everything in its path, the Cero is one of a Hollow's most dangerous weapons against any foe, living or spirit. This attack taps directly into the reiatsu of the caster when fired, giving it its unbelievable power. At the same time, though, this technique can also be rather taxing on a Hollow's energy reserves.

-Garganta ("Throat") - The technique that allows a Hollow to travel between dimensions by creating a tear the dimensional fabric and solidifying the energy used to do so, making a portal.

-Pesquisa ("Search") - A technique used by the Arrancar to sense and track reiatsu.

-Sonido ("Sound") - A technique used by the Arrancar that allows for high-speed movement, like the Shinigami's Shyunpo or the Quincy's Hirenkyaku.

[EdofDoom]

To have an Arrancar application, you must have achieved three character slots. This is written down in the rules. This application is fairly decent...however, we simply aren't accepting.

Note: We are known to make exceptions to some rules, but it requires discussion with admins and the best damn app any of us have ever seen.
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Flarelord Fenix (12:38:28 PM): I love them
EdofDoom (12:39:12 PM): Wow
EdofDoom (12:39:13 PM): Best
EdofDoom (12:39:16 PM): Out of Context
EdofDoom (12:39:18 PM): Quote
EdofDoom (12:39:19 PM): Ever

[trislash]

Previous verdict is suspended pending a discussion among the staff. We appreciate your patience!~
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[Dusk]

Sure thing.

[EdofDoom]

:Name/Gender/Race/: This is okay

:Age:: I want an approximation at least. Leave ambiguous crap somewhere else. Also, what age he appears to be.

:Physical Description:: /Personality/:Clothing:: These, while short, are acceptable.
:Ranking:: Please tell me whether he's Gillian, Adjucha, or Vastoorde.
:Country/time:: Again, tell me where he originated and when.

:Background Information:: Now here, I see some issues. First off, tell me about his life. Yes his WHOLE life. This is an Arrancar application and it needs some explanation. Also, tell me about his preArrancar life as a Hollow. All the way from the beginning to Menos to Arrancar.

Also, some issues:

Does this take place on Earth or in Hueco Mundo? If it's HM, how did the Shinigami get there and survive?

Another thing, how are the Shinigami owning up on Adjucha-level Arrancar, when Shinigami have to use bankai to evenly match Gillian-level Arrancar.

All Arrancar know their names upon creation, though they rarely know anything else.

:Weapon(s):: Wow, this is weird as hell. Plus, Arrancar releases make them look and have similar powers to what they were like before they were Arrancar, which in this case would make him look like an owl.

:Arts:: Too many, I say bring it down to 4.
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Flarelord Fenix (12:38:26 PM): Crabs
Flarelord Fenix (12:38:28 PM): I love them
EdofDoom (12:39:12 PM): Wow
EdofDoom (12:39:13 PM): Best
EdofDoom (12:39:16 PM): Out of Context
EdofDoom (12:39:18 PM): Quote
EdofDoom (12:39:19 PM): Ever

[Blueorchid]

You should consider yourself lucky…you get the lot of us to review your app…*cackles* And I’m no where near as concise…So without further ado here is my two cents agreeing with most everything Ed just wrote.

Name: Tell me what the name means (if anything at all). (EDIT: Like the fact that he inherited it from someone else…)

Age: I reaaally don’t like this age. Like Ed said, we want exact numbers which in your case, since this guy seemed to be alive during the Neanderthal ages, would be somewhere in the range of billions.

This does not work for me.

The oldest character we have at the moment is somewhere close to two thousand. I certainly don’t want to read something created from “the dawn of time� (yes I use the term loosely). Take off a few centuries…or a lot. The fact of the matter is…you would have to write an indescribably long application to take into account all the events that have happened since then and quite frankly if it tops Sophus…I won’t review it.

By all means you are welcome to delve into ancient civilizations. Hell I’ll even go with the Fertile Crescent (providing of course that you give me a lot more explanation in your background than you have now…we’ll get to that in a bit..) But knock his age down…I want human civilization to be at least somewhat developed when he’s born. The exact point I leave to you.

((PS: If one of the admins still asks you to lower the age even further, consider this null and void.))

Physical Description: Wow…you have what I would consider really flowery language. Lots of poetic phrases after the bare facts I need about his physical description. We will see all this sort of thing in your actual posting if you’re accepted. But please…tone down in places like this. I still need to know an exact weight and while scars may be any number of lovely colors…they are not normally purple, even on Arrancars. Please put the age he appears to be (I want an exact number…not “thirties�) in the age section as well and separate this by paragraphs so its not a long string of sentences…this is not a sonnet ^^;;

Personality: This is too short. When I consider an arrancar application, I want to know more than what I personally believe is a rather clichéd personality. A paragraph followed by a few additional sentences is not acceptable. More or less he acts quite mysterious…he smiles and manipulates…but don’t tick him off, otherwise HULK SMASH. I can think of at least three characters already in play with the same sort of mind frame. Yours in particular (providing you can keep the freakishly old age you so requested) should have an extreme amount of depth from being alive so long. He didn’t just suddenly appear in Yumekoto…

Did he take anything from the cultures he must have seen? How does he view humans after having observed them for so long? Aside from the fact that he feels they are bestial…and while we’re on that topic…how does he feel about his own past as a Hollow? Not just your average Enfante but his own life experiences. He can’t go living without morals either, not when he believes its all in how you look at something or perspective. He should have at least a tentative code on how to go about things. He doesn’t seem to believe the world is a giant green M&M, but is he going to manipulate each and every being he comes in contact with? What about someone that’s stronger than him?

On an entirely different note…he better have a damn good way of hiding his reiatsu considering he’s an arrancar. I would avoid having him entirely in Yumekoto unless you want to have every shinigami within a five mile radius on his back…constantly…

If you haven’t gotten this already through my own lengthy rantings…elaborate here please.

Clothing >.o….Good grief he sticks out like a sore thumb. Red is all well and good I guess…but the average arrancar generally has a series of pale shades of clothing in white, eggshell, and beige. There really isn’t any rule against it though so I guess I’ll let this pass. Looks like he blends into the surroundings of the city he’s in…I wonder, does he do that for each generation he’s lived? (He is quite old after all…) But honestly I wouldn’t know because I’m assuming. Give me more detail on this complex figure I say…MOAR!

Ranking: What Ed said…

Background: In addition to what Ed said…

I don’t really like how you jump right from his transformation into a Hollow to him becoming an Adjuchas. There is a huge jump in rank there, look up just how much in the Hollow classes we have in Game Information.

I kind of like the Hollows pack idea though, you need to clarify however the fact that these Hollows are assuming the humanoid figures are shinigami. Otherwise some people might be inclined to think they’re vaizards…I’m also not entirely sure you can suddenly poof into an arrancar like you have. Errr….

WARNING…SPOILERS!!!!!





Aizen created arrancar prematurely through the use of the Hogyouku…and the vagueness of your timeframe leads me to believe it DEFINITELY wasn’t created yet. Which means, Evislus has to turn the au natural way and rip his own mask off…







Moving on…you’re taking a lot of liberties here with Sereitei, shinigami locating arrancars, and how the hell arrancar would be able to get past the big honkin barriers that surround not only the outside of Soul Society…but underneath and above it as well. It all can be cleverly avoided by the fact that this is in the past and shinigami might have been different then. But seriously…you need to have a good long talk with one of the admins to approve all these changes to the history. Even something as simple as the fact that the arrancar are weaker than the shinigami thanks to the fact that there are no limiters…you’re not only going against cannon Bleach (if you have been watching the episodes in the 120s onward) but also against BAS as well.

I like the idea of him being taken to the twelfth, though I have no idea how the shinigami would be able to subdue an arrancar so heavily. Eating the others that created him is also a brilliant way to give him power and I like Faust, Levistus, Vlad…these are wonderful NPCs of his past. Way to be unique ^_^;;

However, once again going back to the age thing. This seems to be a near short story of the events that happened to Evislus after he was created as an arrancar. We’re looking for a summary of the events in his life. Granted I don’t want to hear about the fish he caught three days after his tenth birthday in extensive chronological order. But you need to give me more of a summary…he’s apparently in Spain at SOME point in time (I don’t know when…again specify) did he have ANY contact with humans or the culture at this point?

I say, shorten the wonderful short story you have and give me more straight facts…we’re probably gonna bump up your age a little bit to sometime after the Neanderthals as it is. You need a bit of an overhaul in this section.

Weapon: Totally agreeing with what Ed said here, you seem to have a shinigami zanpakuto suited for a Hollow. Arrancar don’t have zanpakuto spirits as far as I know so Verdugos description makes absolutely no sense, this is a sealing of his Hollow powers into a swordlike form. He’s not going to have any physical weapon so the axe is out of the question.

However I want exact measurements of this jitte to go along with the rest of the description. This is his sealed state. The length of the blade (not longsword length…x amount of feet), the length of the hilt, the width…you get the idea.

The way he activates his Resurrecion is also a bit…odd…but I guess if you want the violent approach go for it.

Due to this, you’re gonna need to change your Unique Skills just a weee bit so I’m not gonna bother with those for now, this is already a lengthy review as is…

Arts: Stick with four for now, I agree, if you continue to RP with him you’ll get the other two in no time.

Aaaaaand that’s it! This application shows of your writing skills which I must say are quite excellent. But its not an arrancar application just yet. If you still want to and the admins allow you to continue with the creation of Evislus I’m more than willing to help. Otherwise, lets see if we can’t make him into a higher level Hollow perhaps and you can continue with his arrancar transformation ICly. Thanks for being patient and have a nice day! Any questions you have with my particular review can be IMed or PMed to me.

-Blueorchid.
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EnkouKitsune04: before this series is over.... I wouldn't be suprised if every person in the class gained full AdH powers... >.>

EnkouKitsune04: Keigo: "UBER OTAKU DENIAL SKILLZ!!!"
EnkouKitsune04: Tatsuki: "HIYAAA!" *CRUNCH*
EnkouKitsune04: Mizuro: *Pick up Hot chicks!!!*
juuhachi43: XP
EnkouKitsune04: Chizuru: *CENSORED FOR THE GOOD OF JAPANESE TELEVISION*
juuhachi43: XD

[Dusk]

I really, REALLY appreciate you guys reviewing it. I really do.

I've currently been doing a kind've theatre boot-camp for the past two days (the next two as well), so until thats done, I probably won't have the time to tweak anything.

It'll also probably take some time to write more of his history afterwards, but I WILL get to it. It just might take a week or two to get it to the standards.

Once again, really really appreciate it. Thank you very much.

[Amyante]

Allright, my turn now. Been a while since i did this, so bear with me.

Name: Does it mean anything? Just being curious though, it's okay in itself since it's (obviously) non-Japanese.

Gender: Yup.

Race: *nods*

Age: Umm... nope. It's been touched before in other reviews, but he'd be older than the entire Council of Vastoroode put together, which is... a bit too much, since that would make him the soutaichou of Hueco Mundo based on age alone. Numerical age is recommended, if not mandatory. I suggest 1600-1800, explained in the Background review.

Physical Description: No problems here.

Personality: So umm.. He's always smiling and acting indifferently, though he's got a tendency to become severely enraged. Which is very rare, according to the next paragraph... ^^;

Clothing: Though most canon Arrancar wear white, i see no reason to enforce this. We would however still need to know some sizes, given that not everyone knows what a 'suit-coat' is. Also, the image i'm getting from this reminds me of the British Redcoats...

Country / Time: Again, the age thing. Also, this mostly refers to the place he was born, be it (Ancient) Egypt, Assyria, Babylonia, Carthago, Tamralipta or whatever ancient city or country you have in mind. Also, since every inch of ground on Earth belongs to some country or another these days, be sure to add what it's called now .

Background: The Shinigami Academy was created 2000 years ago. Which would still have been some 25,000-odd years after you were born. Judging by the rather large timeskip (Neanderthales --> medieval era) i'd say an age of 1800 years or so would do just fine. It'd also mean the Shinigami Academy would have been created 200 years prior, which would by then just be enough to start becoming an annoyance to Levistus and co., though still manage to get a 200 year window in which they'd have enough power to fight weak Arrancar.

I say weak Arrancar because your mask was taken off pre-Menos, and i have no reasons to assume the others didn't go through the same treatment. Canon-wise, they'd be lower than the Numerós (two digit Arrancar), since they were created from Gillian-class Menos. It'd also explain how the Shinigami could easily defeat them without using Bankai left and right.

Weapon(s): No problems there.

Weapon Name: Mmmyup.

Description: Umm.. i'd like to see some sizes here. For example, the Tomahawk (2 ft), Poleaxe (6-8 ft) and several types of throwing axes are all considered variations of the Battle axe. Butchers knives come in various shapes and sizes as well, regardless on Verdugo tripling their normal size for its own use.

Unique Skills:

- Helada Del Demonio: And the duration, range and width of said tornado would be...?

- Lance El Infierno: Sure.

- Las Siete Capas: How far does the temperature increase, what effects would fire (and water) have on him in this form etc. etc. I assume this is meant to be his Release skill, given the ability increase, flight and transformation?

Arts: I agree with the others, four should be enough to start out with.
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Amyante (20:33:01): Yeah. looks like Colin's really enjoying Lucieposting
Amyante (20:33:49): (wanted to type "Colin's really enjoying playing with Lucie", but changed it before submitting) ^^;
Flarelord Fenix (20:34:07): *Sex music plays*
Bjasmannen (20:34:07): XD
Amyante (20:35:03): Heh lol, that's a mental image
Amyante (20:35:37): Colin: "Come here, baby." Lucie *trips, knocks over table* x_X

[Dusk]

Alright. I've got about everything re-worked except the Weapon, which I'm working on. The new and improved profile should be up in a day or two.

EDIT: Ok. Should be up. I've proof-read it a few times, but there still might be some issues. Alright, the reviews:

Ed:

Age: Approximation has been made.

Ranking: Inserted Vastoorde

Country etc: I've put where he originated from and what era.

Background: Wrote his life as a human and how he ascertained his ranking.

Issues:

I've clarified where it takes place. Throughout the story Evislus goes to Hueco Mundo, but returns to Earth.

I've made it to where Levistus and co. don't encounter Shinigami before Evislus defeats him with the exception of the weak Gillians, whom are defeated.

I've changed that Evislus didn't know his name and have instead changed it to that he willingly chose the title of Evislus.

Weapons: I've re-worked his release completely.

Arts: I've brought it down to four.

Blue:

Name: I've put meaning.

Age: Changed Age accordingly.

Phys: Separated Phys and removed some of the more 'flowery' phrases.

Personality: Completely re-worked the personality and made it more interesting and developed.

Clothing: Made it white and black instead of red and black. More Arrancar-esque, yesh.

Background: Fixed and added segments on how he achieved rankings. Also have made it where he rips of mask manually.

The Shinigami located Arrancar because Vlad tipped them off. While I could say that Soul Society didn't have honkin barriers back then, really isn't something for me to say. Could it be safe to say that they brought down the barriers momentarily to let Evislus in to be studied, unaware that Levistus and co. were waiting inside him inside the encapsulated portal? If not, I will re-work this.

I've made it so that it incinuates but doesn't outright say that Julia tampered with Evislus's body so as to not allow him to break free of the Shinigami.

Worked the age and added more earlier life info.

Weapon: Completely reworked it.

Added measurements to the Jitte.

Reworked the Arts.

Amyante: Most of the stuff you had me re-work is already listed above. Sorry for exclusion, har har har!

[trislash]

Holy. Shit.

You sir, have just achieved a damn good app. One of the best that I've seen in a while, thanks to the help from the rest of the staff.

ACTIVATION APPROVED!!

Know, of course, by having a character of this kind of quality and class that I expect posting of this caliber from you when you're playing in game.

Welcome aboard.
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