Remram

Bleach: The Bueraue

Name: Abel Monroe

Appearance:

Height: 5'4

Weight:
138 lbs

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Artificial Shinigami (High Spec Human/Shinigami)

Spiritual energy colour: Light Green

Personality: Abel is a snarky, rude, blunt man that doesn't have any quarrels with saying what's on his mind. Vulgarity is second nature to him and he seems to have a track record of making enemies with almost everyone he meets. He is stubborn and has a large amount of pride though he is very insecure about his height, which is often made fun of frequently. Patience is not one of his skills and he hates it when people come to him and waste his time.

Abel despises his family and doesn't want to be affiliated with them in anyway. He is ashamed of being the son of scammers and for being milked for money by them. He wants to make something of himself, which is why he joined The Beureau and volunteered for Project Nephilim.

Backstory: The son of a pair of con artists, Abel had always sat on the sidelines as he watched his parents swindle people out of their money. They were fake psychics residing in New Orleans that had conned many folks who had lost a loved one or had some issues regarding spirits. His parents were clever, very clever; they marketed themselves to a desperate demographic that they carefully researched. Abel, however, was the real deal; he could see the dead and communicate with them. How exactly did his parents know? When he was only eight years old, his parents had discovered that he was talking to his grandmother who had passed away years before he was born.

Needless to say, his parents made use of his abilities and it made them famous within New Orleans among the other fakers taking advantage of the boom of spiritually aware people in recent years. At first it filled him with pride that he was the bread winner of his family, but that faded away as he reached to a harsh realization; his parents didn't love him. They were just using him to make money and spend most of the money he was earning on themselves. That was then he started rebelling against his parents, which then continued on as he got older and as his powers developed even further.

Fast forward to when he is a junior in college studying for his undergraduate degree in medicine, yet feeling aimless and unfulfilled with where his life was going. Was this how was he going to live the rest of his life? Work for a broken medical system that is going to systematically screw him over for years? That was until he encountered a recruiter from The Buereau. Of course, he didn't care for this man suggesting to do a job that was going to kill him and told him he wasn't interested.

Later on that night, he had his first encounter with a hollow on his way back from classes. It attacked him and the other pedestrians going on their own business. With no other options, he sprung into action and fought the hollow to the death. For the first time in his life, he felt a certain thrill that made his blood rush through his veins. Despite the fact he was a High Spec Human, he didn't have enough fighting experience or experience in using his powers in combat to defeat the Hollow. Abel was on the verge of being devoured by the monster until it was decapitaed by a sudden attack; the recruiter had killed the Hollow with complete ease and commended Abel for his efforts to kill it. Again the recruitered asked him to join and this time, Abel said yes.

Two months later the higher ups had announced that they were going to accept volunteers for the Seraphim Project. Seeing this as an opportunity to leave a mark on the world, he volunteered.

Other:

-Zanpakuto-

Release: Get freaky,

Zanpakuto Name: Loa

Zanpakuto spirit appearance:

Loa

Zanpakuto Inner world: A large New Orleans styled pub.

Type: Voodoo

Sealed Form: A regular wakizashi with purple wrapping around its handle. It's guard is in the shape of a heart.

Shikai Form: -to be gained- Loa's shikai takes the form of a long witch doctor's staff. It has a large goat skull at the end of the staff that seems to be perpeputally grinning, random multicolored feathers hanging around the staff with string, and purple cloth wrapped around the center of the weapon. It also has a small dagger at the other end of the staff, which is removable and can be used as a separate weapon.

Bankai Form: -To be gained-

Shikai Skills:

Bankai Skills: to be gained

Non-Lethal Zanpakuto skills

Non-Zanpukto Skills: No one begins with these skills.

-Zanjutsu-

-Hoho-

-Kido-

Hado:

Bakudo:

Bleach: The Bueraue

The Buereau NPCs

To be added

Bleach: The Bueraue

Name: Abel Monroe

Appearance:

Height: 5'4

Weight:
138 lbs

Age: 21

Gender: Male

Race: Artificial Shinigami (High Spec Human/Shinigami)

Spiritual energy colour: Light Green

Personality: Abel is a snarky, rude, blunt man that doesn't have any quarrels with saying what's on his mind. Vulgarity is second nature to him and he seems to have a track record of making enemies with almost everyone he meets. He is stubborn and has a large amount of pride though he is very insecure about his height, which is often made fun of frequently. Patience is not one of his skills and he hates it when people come to him and waste his time.

Abel despises his family and doesn't want to be affiliated with them in anyway. He is ashamed of being the son of scammers and for being milked for money by them. He wants to make something of himself, which is why he joined The Beureau and volunteered for Project Nephilim.

Backstory: The son of a pair of con artists, Abel had always sat on the sidelines as he watched his parents swindle people out of their money. They were fake psychics residing in New Orleans that had conned many folks who had lost a loved one or had some issues regarding spirits. His parents were clever, very clever; they marketed themselves to a desperate demographic that they carefully researched. Abel, however, was the real deal; he could see the dead and communicate with them. How exactly did his parents know? When he was only eight years old, his parents had discovered that he was talking to his grandmother who had passed away years before he was born.

Needless to say, his parents made use of his abilities and it made them famous within New Orleans among the other fakers taking advantage of the boom of spiritually aware people in recent years. At first it filled him with pride that he was the bread winner of his family, but that faded away as he reached to a harsh realization; his parents didn't love him. They were just using him to make money and spend most of the money he was earning on themselves. That was then he started rebelling against his parents, which then continued on as he got older and as his powers developed even further.

Fast forward to when he is a junior in college studying for his undergraduate degree in medicine, yet feeling aimless and unfulfilled with where his life was going. Was this how was he going to live the rest of his life? Work for a broken medical system that is going to systematically screw him over for years? That was until he encountered a recruiter from The Buereau. Of course, he didn't care for this man suggesting to do a job that was going to kill him and told him he wasn't interested.

Later on that night, he had his first encounter with a hollow on his way back from classes. It attacked him and the other pedestrians going on their own business. With no other options, he sprung into action and fought the hollow to the death. For the first time in his life, he felt a certain thrill that made his blood rush through his veins. Despite the fact he was a High Spec Human, he didn't have enough fighting experience or experience in using his powers in combat to defeat the Hollow. Abel was on the verge of being devoured by the monster until it was decapitaed by a sudden attack; the recruiter had killed the Hollow with complete ease and commended Abel for his efforts to kill it. Again the recruitered asked him to join and this time, Abel said yes.

Two months later the higher ups had announced that they were going to accept volunteers for the Seraphim Project. Seeing this as an opportunity to leave a mark on the world, he volunteered.

Other:

-Zanpakuto-

Release: Get freaky,

Zanpakuto Name: Loa

Zanpakuto spirit appearance:

Loa

Zanpakuto Inner world: A large New Orleans styled pub.

Type: Voodoo

Sealed Form: A regular wakizashi with purple wrapping around its handle. It's guard is in the shape of a heart.

Shikai Form: -to be gained- Loa's shikai takes the form of a long witch doctor's staff. It has a large goat skull at the end of the staff that seems to be perpeputally grinning, random multicolored feathers hanging around the staff with string, and purple cloth wrapped around the center of the weapon. It also has a small dagger at the other end of the staff, which is removable and can be used as a separate weapon.

Bankai Form: -To be gained-

Shikai Skills:

Bankai Skills: to be gained

Non-Lethal Zanpakuto skills

Non-Zanpukto Skills: No one begins with these skills.

-Zanjutsu-

-Hoho-

-Kido-

Hado:

Bakudo:

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

*lurks*

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@hatakekuroinsomnia. Haven't slept much. At all. Sick. Just so damn...exhausted

@Caits

Awwww. *huggles*

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@hatakekuroawwww

gives medicine

@Caits

So what's up with you?

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@hatakekuro Awwww

gives candy

@Caits

Someone gave me their cold. =~= *noms candy*

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@hatakekurohuggles

@Caits

*huggles* First week of college was rough. =~=

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

Blargh

@Caits

That's how I feel.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

@Caits
FERRIS

Ferris glanced up to see that Jess had decided to make herself at home in the room, not that he minded. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. "I was just thinking of that cute face you were making earlier. I wonder what else I'll get to see from you. Maybe from something like...this!" Chuckling, his fingers had begun tickle the side of her stomach relentlessly even if she was trying to stop him.

@Oblivion666@Caits@Lugubrious @everyone
ENMA

"Talk is cheap, Mercury. Don't say that kind of crap, just do it. That goes to all of you as well." The oni smirked as they raced away from the trap though he did feel this heavy, overbearing pressure bearing down on him. Whaever it was, this power wasn't human at all. This power was putridly evil, a power that only a devil would have and considering what Enma and the rest of his group had arrived to, he was almost convinced that it was a demon. Just what the hell was this giant flesh monster? Where did it come from? Why was it even there?

"Damn are you ever ugly." Enma looked up at the monstrosity that they were all supposed to fight, or rather, stall until Sanders arrives with help. In the meantime, they needed to slow this thing down. "Hold your balance!" He yelled out to his guildmates as a warning. Enma slammed his foot against the ground, his tremor magic sent shockwaves throughout the ground hopefully with enough power to make this creature stumble so that his guildmates can take advantage of that.

@Expolar@Lmpkio
NOLAN

Meanwhile with Nolan

Run away, he wanted to run away as far as he legs could carry him, but his legs wouldn't move. This was pure fear, a fear of dying. "Afraid? Tch, I should be ashamed of being killed by your magic." A woman's voice rung through Nolan's head, stern yet mocking. Nolan's eyes widened, his head pulsed in pain from an unknown force.

"Who are you...? Get out of my head!" The God Slayer groaned outloud, his hands gripped his head from the sharp throbbing pain. His eyes were closed shut forcibly from the pain.

The disembodied voice chuckled playfully and replied ever so coyly, "That isn't how you talk to a lady, Nolan." Just by listening to the voice he could tell that this woman was smirking at him. "You don't know me Nolan, but I've known you for a long time. I've been by your side for years and haven't left you since, but you were never aware of my existence until Virgil gave you his Shaman Magic. He must've seen something great with you in the future."

The image of the white haired man, the messenger of the gods that had butchered the monks and obliterated his home and defeated the slayer twice. "What do you know about that man?"

"More than you could ever imagine, but it's useless to you if you're going to die here." The voice fell silent for a moment, as if thinking of what to say next. "It wouldn't do me any good if you died. We have a mutual goal Nolan: the death of the gods, but I can't do it on my own and neither can you."

"You're a deity right? Why would you want to kill your own kind?" Nolan wasn't exactly convinced with what this goddess was being honest. One shouldn't trust in disembodied voices that speak in their head.

The goddess chuckled playfully at Nolan's question. "All in do time my dear Nolan, but now you must make a choice. Live on and kill the gods or die at the hands of that man."

"So a deal with the devil, is that what you're insinuating?" He smirked, his eyes glanced down at his sheathed sword.

"A deal with a goddess, but close enough. Become my champion or perish." There was a moment of silence from both beings, broken by the snickering from Nolan just from how ridiculous his situation was.

"I'm gonna hate myself for this, but I've got no other options. I'll become your blade." He had swallowed his pride to accept in order to live, no, in order to see his ambitions finally blossom into reality.

"You chose wisely, my dear sweet Nolan." Fading into existence was a woman who smiled at Nolan, only the visible to the young man. She laid her hand on his neck, the tips of her fingers pressed against his nape followed by a burning sensation. A black lines twisted and turned on his nape until it had settled in into the seal of the goddess, a lotus flower, as a pact between the man and deity. "Now fight, my dear champion."

The seal flashed with a gold light and a sudden wave of strength washed over him and just kept growing and growing. His veins were pulsing against his skin, almost breaking his skin as his muscles flexed and bulged violently. The pain, there was nothing in his life that hurt as much as this; every part of his very being felt like it was going to explode from this sheer amount of power coursiing through his body. He fell down to his knees, his arms hugging his body as if he was trying to keep himself together. His eyes were squeezed shut tightly and he let out a loud, almost blood curdling scream that was followed by an eruption of ashes mixed with a golden hue.

His eyes shot open, replaced with glowing white orbs that pierced the ashes torrenting from his body. "So this is it? The legendary power?" Slowly he stood up and with a flick of his hand, the ashes dispersed. Nolan looked down at his hands, gripping them briefly as if to test his muscles. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a golden dharma wheel floating just a few inches away from his back.

"Not exactly. This is an unnatural God Force, it's weaker and puts much more strain on the body, but what's important is you remember the feeling. This is your first step in becoming stronger." The goddess, looked back at Frye encased in his make shift meteor and then back at Nolan with an air of seriousness. "Your body still hasn't gotten used to this form. You only have five minutes to end this before this destroys you."

"That'll be enough." With just one quick dash, Nolan had closed the distance between himself and Frye, piercing through the compressed earth with Frye flying out as well from a punch thrown to he face by Nolan.