The Bounto

Name: Kawa, Gobatsu (Red Fanged Fury)

Rank: Elite

Actual Age: 2000

Gender: Male

Appearance: The picture is 100% Accurate. He has white spiky hair. His skin a nice cream color. He wears a jacket over any of his random assortment of colored T's. The jacket he wears has a wolf lined around the hood area. He wears random shorts depening on the occasion. For the most part his outfit changes for the occasion. He has been seen wearing formal tuxedos and wearing random street clothes. However he does not ever wear scrubs or dirty clothing. He has green eyes, when his doll is released.

Personality: His mind is filled with vast knowledge in two major areas. Sabotage and and Combat. These two areas are what make Fury an important asset to the bounts. Fury has had a rough past, and is known to slip into violent fits. Which is why he is able to become a beast at times, however still keeping cautious of the surroundings. He ultimately hates all males. That is his one mood changing device. He is also known to get mad at people who sympathize with males. The only male he hates more than a male is a weak male. Due to the fact that it is unnatural in his state of mind.
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Likes: N/a

Dislikes: N/a

Reiatsu Color: Light Green and Black lines spiraling around the Green.

Habits: He always, taps his left foot. He does this slowly sometimes.

Anything extra: N/a

Fears: He fears, himself. That he will lose control and kill everyone he cares for.

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Forte in Combat: Strikes fast, and Repels Attacks well.

Forte Socially: Good with politics, Good speaker, Good with the ladies, Good with memorizing.

Forte in Knowledge: Knows alot about Business, Medicine

Fighting Style: He does not fight good. Basically. He is an agressor. So he does not attempt to block attacks when angered. However, that is why he is a bount. He never really has to exert much force in battle. But when angered he becomes the beast. Simular to a blood thirsty bear. He fights bruatally and fast. Not thinking about his actions mostly. However, because of his dolls abilities, it allows him to be far away from the battle, and is able to observe the battle from a safe distance. However, he is withen range of visibility. Though he might be hiding.

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History: During the fifth year of the fifth night in the fifth month. The fifth bount of the fifth generation was created. Deep in pit located within the Soul Society a young male was born. He however was not born with the brain of the average male. Deep within his own mind he was created to be more then male. Making him have the body of a male, and the mind of a very intellectual male. Due to this, he was flung into the vast library that was located within the confines of the 12th Division, he had learned as much as he could, however, it was not a lot. Due to the fact that he had no idea how to read Hiragana or Katakana he was not able to comprehend the knowledge that was now locked inside of his cranium. He had to used his brain to make his way out of the library, during the time that the Bounts where ordered to be executed, so that Jin and himself where separated. He would have naturally followed him, however do to his being saved by a rogue Shinigami. He was sparred that life of pure violence. However, his life was far worse then he could have ever envisioned.

The man who had rescued him worked for a group of mercs. He believed that Fury was trash, and therefore he had beat him everyday, to make him stronger. One night, Fury witnessed the raping of a fellow bounto female. This made his hatred for males to grow. When the shinigami attempted to do it to her again, Fury snapped, in which he had murdered him at his next and last attempt. However, his first training consisted of a large metal forest in a lightning feild. His objective was to retrieve the matrix left on a stone in the center of the area. Simply due to the fact that he had not learned how to release his doll, he was at the disadvantage. He attempted to cross the lightning jungle. Only to be shocked and burned multiple times, Enough to have his eyes be two different colors. However, due to the voltage prison that was made around him, he was able to learn how to build up a nice resistance to these charges. It made him feel, proud. He finally had reached the matrix, after five years of running around in this Jungle, and due to that he had achieved his mastery of her doll. But, as soon as this happened, they sold him to another cruel man, who through him in a special "Home".

The rooms in this home where small and padded with a thick durable substances. They could withstand most if not all Human based attacks, and because of this it was easy to note that this man would treat him as if he was a dog. A person to be ordered around. Which was what eventually happened. He was sent to multiple areas, and told to fight like a pit dog, killing other bounts so that his new "master" could earn a little gold here and there. This life had only crafted his hatred of men even more. Do to the fact that his master was a well known slave driver. He had been one of the luckier ones, the rest of his many "girls" where given "special" tasks. One night, while it was raining, he summoned her doll. It had arose from the depths of its medium and appeared to be a busty female, clothingless. The doll exclaimed that she was known as Adelaide, and that she would protect the boy, because the boy was strong enough to control the Doll. The doll waltzed into the room of the owner, and seduced him. Only to have her power activate and kill the man. The man was left with no traces, though his blood painted the walls nicely.

He was away from that place now. Searching the world to find his place. When he came across this small area known as K-town. He was approached by others like himself. Who accepted him into their organization. He had no clue of what they wanted, but he found them to be a safe heaven for himself. Because of this fact alone, he was over excited that hos own purpose in life would arrive. However deep in his heart something brewed. He had been known to go into violent fits, and lose his cool. Because of this he was known as the Man Killer. Through all of his battles, he would grow stronger and stronger. Until he was able to be so revered by some of her human lackeys, that they all castrated themselves in his honor. But regardless of his lackeys, he had still followed the motives and ways of the Organization. Even if it would ultimately mean his death.

RP Sample: A adjustment to the glasses was made, and the books carried in the hand of the Bounto: Origin of Species by Charles Darwin. Nowhere within this text did it confirm the likely possible creation of spirits. Thus in the mind of a Fisto, where logic was key. The studies of this man, are discredited. Not like the hot desert air didn't make things worse however. After all the Bounto, had, made his way among the sands. Found himself, in this unique area. This large, dome. Dome implying the curved shape of this huge building, and the fact that, this building was so large, that it was dome-like in shape. Redundant. Perhaps, but the dome still stood in his path. So he made, his way, around it. Finding out where all this chaos was coming from, simply following the unique powers clashing in the distance. Due to the overall impossible structure of the current area. It was perhaps, to big. To grand a place to be torn down for the sake of a few loose coins. But the merit that would come from taking out this great monument to the power of the Arrancar Race was to good a chance to reject.

It, That large building that reached up into the sky, and pillared its way to the clouds(even if only by dreams) bustled with the living Arrancars. Those who, had been living, and because of there living and that they where alive it was seen that them being so alive was them living in a state of false livelyhood. They where, in fact, so annoying. That they would become irrelevant. In actuality the entire reason of being here was in fact so irrelevant that when it came down to analyzing his own actions with the superego, he could not even process or manifest it into words. Sigmund Fraud would be ashamed. Hope glimmered. A savage nazi, burrowing into the dunes of trenches, this war would be bloody. The time to act, was now, the time to kill was now. It was now. Now, was the hour and the hour struck at now. Though if it was a dome, or a room. The hour never changed. Either way, the event followed in unison with fate.

The Topaz was indeed Flawed, and that flaw was so flawless that it seemed to be flawed in the eyes of those who where alive, and flawed. How annoying, how indescribable. The dreadnought, was already about. Like the clouds which never pierced the skies before. The red baron of a Bount had posistioned himself. That nose-ring, attached to the face of the man, who was so flawless, had ripped, and morphed, flawlessly. It was not even seen, because of the flaws that had captivated the enemies who where oh, so, flawed. But the man, Adjusted his fucking glasses. With a glint hinting that he would, not be denied satisfaction. How dare he be disrespected in the home of another. It was not a Gentleman like thing to do. But it would happen. It was a day like no other, Like spadroons. The rain poured down over the area. Not even touching the French or Haitians. With a quick accelerated movement.

Arrival, above the man, female. Whatever that Arrancar who claimed the rights of being the Highest in charge was. Touou perhaps. Indeed. He adjusted his glasses, as the man peered to Pluto. That female who had been seen from the corner of his eye. That event the latter. The man winked, as the cloud ripped open. It was forming during the whole charade down below. The water had already soaked into the roof of the building, weakening the foundation little by little. As the whole that Mr. Touou was formed, That new opened hole, cracked, and a pillar, of that odorless, and colorless liquid dropped down. It decended, at such an alarming rate. That it would reach the Arrancar. The Touou, as it spiraled counter clockwise. The water being like senbon, but as deadly as katanas. Pillar being wide enough to drown, and submerge, yet able to be split in half by a sword strike. If an opponent was dumb enough to take the pillar head on. Now, this Bount, was not afraid to die. Therefore.

The clouds accumulated in numbers. Making the rain, intense now. About this time Drake would have followed suite of the Commanding Touou. Syker took his glasses off, and placed them in a pocket. Snapping his fingers as the roof of the building had cracked greatly, flooding inward. Spiraling down a rush of water of unfathomable proportions. He spiked his green hair up, as the water, had caved in the below area, and now tendrils of water, spiraled upwards. Erecting into the sky aiming to, mutilate. Only the sound of think rain was sensed. But no, none of this was reality was it? Null. The benefactor had already contracted the storm. The water burst, vaporous liquid. Filled the domes helm. The Cave in following suite. But still, the glasses sat in that pocket.

Where, was this proportion. Why did the air have to be so foggy now. It was not even normal. The man, adjusted his glasses. Which he didn't even have on his face. The water from the rain, would assimilate with the surfaces touched. That assimilation, bring negative Mr. Poi, to activate his ability. 1000, Sen in Japanese. Arsenic, bland and useless without a good amount of people to hit with it. Regardless, the meteors rained down. In his mind that is. Syker had already coated himself with some of the Dread. So that Exodus would rise and help him have some sort of edge. Or so it would seem. That large pool processing into a higher form. A state unknown by mortal means. Whichever worked at the time. These little doosy, was meant to torment or kill. Like a tracker Hound.

Eruptions, the brain reaching a state of pure bliss. That dread, was potent, its own deserted shell never existed. Truly a free doll. No Bount hurt from the events, no Frenchies either. It rolled back it forth, altering and fluxing its own lips. It wanted to taste and crave it. It wanted the entire blossom to be formed. The vapor, rinsed, morphed. Into its watery form, and drew inward. Spiraling vortex to the height of the sky, in which the pillar blasted downward. Approaching the roaches. This action, described as the light tower into heaven. Craniums, oh how these craniums where not spared. Each with an individual sprialing torrent fleeting for them. Syker looked at the Arrancars, analyzing them. "Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogoves. And the mome raths outgrabe." He smacked his hands together, as a blade of water, formed around the wrist. Pulling with water pressure. It was simply effective. That crude sword created to face off with Whoever dared rush at him. It had begun. Death is a fisherman, the world we see his fish-pond is, and we the fishes be; his net some general sickness; howe'er he Is not so kind as other fishers be; for if they take one of the smaller fry, they throw him in again, he shall not die. But death is sure to kill all he can get, and all is fish with him that comes to net."

(1) Username must be your character's name. If you wish to refer to him in the RP as Red Fanged Fury that's is fine.

(2) You need a written description of your character.

(3) Even though he isn't a good fighter, how does he fight when forced to? If he truly depends on his doll so much that he would almost never fight, then explain how the doll fights.

(1) He is named Red Fanged Fury. Due to the fact that his name is Gobatsu Kawa, and that is his birth name. Which he denouned. But to spare a remedial argument Ill just change the mane.

(2) Done

(3) Well it says how he fights. It says that he is an agressor. It also states that he does not block. One can not fight good with purely offensive strikes. Hence why Zaraki blocks at least. My char does not block at all. His doll does. (Adding Doll fighting description.) Even though that was not stated in the template and you should add that to the template. Aso, seeing as Im not approved as a Bount. I cant formulate a detailed battle strategie style without first having my weapon approved.

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My apologies. I typed Approve, but I always have no less than 10 tabs up, so I forgot to actually send it. Heh. All good.


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