Character's Name :: Kirrlev Jaskafon
Character's Age: Twenty-four [24] / One hundred Seventy-nine [179]
Gender :: Male
Sexuality :: Heterosexual [Straight]
Race :: Arrancar
Espada in charge of you :: [Pending Approval / Invitation]
Rank :: Pending Approval
Fraccion ::
Likes ::
Combat - Wartime - Frontal Assaults
Night Time - the Rain - Heights - Nailkaiserin, Tanitnova
Shinigami - Quincy - Anything that will attack him on-sight.
Dislikes ::
Political Exchange - Diplomacy - Negotiation - Tact - Deception
Quartz - Large Bodies of Water - the Sun - the Cold
Women - Humans - Arrancar - Vaizoreds
Personality :: Kirrlev is brutal and uncaring - he lacks in intelligence, making verbal sparring and wit his most vulnerable areas - but while he lacks these things he perceives fundamental and objective facts for what they are. Simple-minded and straightforward, Kirrlev is slow to anger, but quick to action. He is best defined by the definition of a weapon as a "Single need for Combat, a need that is personified and fulfilled in Kirrlev.
Kirrlev has a pronounced dislike for cowards and tacticians, though he utterly deplores politics and negotiators. In a word, Kirrlev is best described as simpley a Warmonger.
Appearance :: Kirrlev Jaskafon [Temporary Image] Has blond hair and light blue eyes, he wears a sash of scarlet around his waist that binds his hakama which are hemmed and tucked in at the middle-shin through bindings that layer beneath a pair of dark brown/red curl-toed boots. From the ribcage down he's bound his body with thick black sarashi.
Kirlev is also known to alternate between going shirtless with wearing a thick red/brown apron made of an Arrancar's hide that closely resembles leather.
Markings :: Kirlev is characterized by a distinctive and ugly scar that disfigures the entire right side of his face, neck and torso to just past the collarbone in the front and nearly down the entire length of his shoulderblade in back. The Scar appears to be the result of a heavy burning or energy attack as it's darkened the skin to a dark color of red with scar tissue edging it on both sides.
Besides this single defining scar, Kirlev is literally covered in smaller lacerations from head to toe, three more scars stand out, all of them stitched and the result of blade wounds. In addition to these wounds, Kirlev is fair-skinned but due to his habitual lack of bathing, Kirlev has accumulated a thick layering of dust and sand, which makes him appear at once even paler than he is in direct light, but makes him look dingy and darker in indirect light.
Mask Fragments :: Both of Kirrlev's mask fragments center over his left eye, with the upper fragment resting just over it before sweeping back up and over his skull in an elongated circle pattern and is capped by a two oval design.
The lower mask fragment travels across Kirrlev's left cheek bone and thins as it approaches his nose, widening out to support a tooth-like fragment which shadows a second tooth before continuing to repeat this pattern once again immediately after along Kirrlev's cheekbone towards his ear.
Hollow Hole and Number Location :: Kirrlev's Hollow Hole is located at the Middle-Center of his torso and is Seventeen point Eight centimeters [17.8 cm] in diameter. His Numero Location is located above just above his right elbow and is written upside down.
Zanpakuto
Zanpakuto Name: Yajuu Shiro / Monstruo Blanco
[Lit. Monster White]
Zanpakuto Element :: [N/A]
Zanpakuto Type :: Offensive
Sealed Appearance :: Structurally Yajuu Shiro / Monstruo Blanco is a rectangular-styled blade that lacks a tip and guard, replacing the former with two perpendicular spines which branch perpendicularly off of the top edge of the blade, creating a concave edge that leads along the primary edge of the blade as well as a third edge that runs between the "back" of the two spines. The tang is full length and 3/4 width of the blade and is cased in a bone-like substance and then riveted through to create a western-style build in place of a pommel, the tang widens into a ring which helps counterbalance the heavy blade to this ring is fashioned a heavy chain which wraps up Kirlev's arm and around his torso.
[The Overall ::
Length of the Zanpakuto is One hundred Thirty-seven point three centimeters [137.3 cm]; not including the chain.
Length of the Blade is One hundred Six point seven centimeters [106.7 cm]
Width of the Blade is Ten point two centimeters [10.2 cm] at the base of the blade to the base of the concave edge near the top of the blade where the width of the blade extends to Fifteen point Two centimeters [15.2 cm] at the widest point.]
Zanpakuto Release Incantation :: Tachikiru / Eclipse, Yajuu Shiro / Monstruo Blanco
[(to) Block out / Eclipse, White Monster]
Resureccion Appearance :: Monstruo Blanco is the resurrected form and sum total of Kirrlev's current peak tier of power. Represented in raw physical strength and titanic mass, Kirrlev is to-date the largest hollow in existence, dwarfing Menos Grande by a fair margin. Standing at a colossal Three hundred kilometers [300 km] and while his mass total is as of yet unmeasured, it's estimated to be just over one million tons.
Resureccion Ability :: In addition to a the compounding of Kirrlev's already impressive physical strength in proportion to his size and mass, Monstruo Blanco gives Kirrlev the advantage of a five-point contact position. This, paired with Kirrlev's already acute sense of smell and two sets of eyes, one complex to cover a nearly 360 degree range of motion however large or small and the other to more precisely pinpoint targets makes Kirrlev an unquestionably dangerous opponent.
Resureccion Limitations/Restrictions :: Kirrlev's resurrected form robs him of two key fundamental abilities. Primarily his ability to reason and differentiate between allies and opponents. Any orders or courses of action planted consciously or unconsciously are immediately forgotten and Kirrlev is reduced to a raging, uncontrollable beast that can and will attack anything within its field of vision which leads to the next glaring weakness. While Kirrlev's range of vision is extensive, it's far from microscopic, so while his complex eyes are capable of receiving even the smallest change of motion, they only give Kirrlev a general direction and his simple eyes are still insufficient to actually see his opponents.
Generic Attack :: [N/A]
Segunda Resureccion :: [Unavailable]
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Character History ::
Life as a Human
Christened Josef, Kirrlev's Father was a naval officer in the service of the Motherland who was killed while participating in a public funeral march when the casket, presumably holding the body of one of Josef's Father's comrades exploded, killing its carriers instantly and grievously injuring several nearby, Josef's Father was one of them, and died from blood loss before the Medics could arrive.
Widowed, Josef's Mother kept them going by picking up domestic housekeeping and surviving off the meager penchant the Navy offered as compensation for her husband's life. They were not rich or even average, but while they were poor, they were never hungry, and so life was good till Josef turned three and a young Mariner, a rapscallion of a man happened across Josef's mother one day, using his wit and charm to bring her to sate his needs, and so he lived with Josef and his Mother, finding only enough time to bed the woman and ignoring Josef entirely for several months before shipping out to sea, leaving his debts in Josef's Mother's care. Being unable to pay them, the government seized the property and forced Josef and his Mother to vacate it immediately, they made their way to a shelter where they scavenged and begged for food for a short time before Josef's mother became ill, and though she lasted through the harsh Northern Winter, she died of a fever, but before she did, she made Josef swear vengeance on the young man that had taken away what little happiness they'd had.
So, four years old at that time, Josef made his way, begging and scavenging, learning the life of an Urchin, and surviving by sheer force of will and strength till he was fifteen when a priory hired the destitute, scrawny young man as an priory attendant to assist with keeping the grounds and vestments neat, clean and orderly. Though he was ill suited to the task, it gave Josef two simple, but filling meals a day and soon he was fit and strong, for three years he worked for the priory till one day he heard mention from a passing sailor of a man renowned for his cruelty as a whaling captain that matched the description of the young sailor that had despoiled his Widowed Mother and left them penniless.
Remembering his sworn oath of vengeance, Josef took to the sea at eighteen and for twenty months sailed in search of the man that had robbed him of a happy life - when at last they found the Captain and Crew of the Whaling band, the sky was black and stormy, the ocean churned beneath them, but Josef had only eyes for the Captain, who was without a doubt the harbringer of Josef's family's downfall. In a rush of fury, the privateer crew Josef had joined up with and Josef himself rushed aboard the whaling vessel, but no sooner had battle begun when it ended abruptly as the ocean shook, throwing men from the feet, and from either sides of the boat, the maw of a whale, monstrously huge passed up on either side of the boat and with a shattering bite splintered the boat, crushing, impaling and maiming nearly every man from both sides, and throwing others into the water.
But for Josef and his target, fate had a different plan, for they were both consumed, whole in the belly of the whale.
Satisfied to learn that he was not alone in the belly of the beast, and with great delight finding it was his opponent, the end of his long quest for vengeance that was trapped inside the whale with him, Kirlev wasted no time in beating the man savagely to death, before dismembering and defiling the man's remains with whatever means he could. Now at a loss, for trapped inside a whale with no other calling, Kirlev finally rested on his haunches and gave himself over to death, starving at the age of nineteen in the belly of the large oceanic mammal.
[A retelling of Kirrlev's life as a human can be found here]
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Life as a Plus
Though Kirrlev's life as a plus was short, it was a momentous occasion for the young man's soul as from the belly of the whale he found himself left behind, his body carried off in the belly of the whale to be slowly corroded and digested inside the beast. But what he beheld with his newborn otherworldly eyes was something far more magnificent and terrifying than any creature that swam, flew or walked upon the earth - Kirrlev saw the Kraken or a creature closely resembling it, unaware that he was seeing a giant hollow, he stared in magnificence, unaware that he himself was standing upon the water, his weightless body hovering over the surface of the churning, white-capped waves.
The hollow was uninterested in the single soul of a young man, that was, until the soul of his enemy, the man that had ruined the life of himself and his Mother, came into view. And instantly Kirrlev's rage was kindled and with it his spirit flared to life - glaring brightly upon the surface of the water as he attacked the soul of the man, his soul's chain devouring itself at a horrifying pace, but uncaring and blind to all else, Kirrlev pinned the other soul and in one motion clamped his teeth around the windpipe of the other man's soul and ripped it up and out of the other's throat before resuming the motion, breaking the jugular and main artery till he ripped the man's soul from its otherworldly body.
Falling back on his haunches, Kirrlev realized for the first time he was standing on water, but had only a moment to stand in awe of his newfound ability, his maw still covered in the blood of the other soul, his chain all but gone, he was swept upward in the jaws of the large Hollow as it leapt from the sea, its beak pinched down on Kirrlev's small body, but finding him braced firmly between the upper and lower end of the beak, he held it at bay, his power spiking with the power of a second soul in addition to his own, and in blind fury, he began straining to open the maw of the hollow to little effect before his Chain of Fate finally gave way and disintegrated away from his chest, leaving a sizable hole.
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Life as a Hollow
The ensuing burst of power following Kirrlev's hollow transformation blew the other Hollow back across the water, skipping it across the choppy surface of the ocean for several hundred meters as well as cratering the ocean beneath Kirrlev to several feet as a cry of utter rage escaped his throat, blasting the air and obliterating what was left of the privateers and whaling crew, but his consciousness was already gone as his figure twisted to resemble a four-armed amphibious creature half the size of the Kraken - and driven by instinct rather than thought, Kirrlev launched himself after the Kraken which responded expertly knocking the newborn hollow aside with a tentacle, but was itself seized and dragged across the water before their battle carried them beneath the surface of the waves and they tumbled into the darkness of the depths.
Realizing that any meal Kirrlev might be keeping her from wasn't worth the effort of the battle, the Kraken-like Hollow escaped, shooting a jet of ink into the water through which Kirrlev followed blindly, straight into the maw of a Gargantua.
Wet and wounded, Kirrlev found himself in the deserts of Hueco Mundo. Picking himself up, he instinctively smelled the air, and began licking the spirit-particle rich atmosphere, enjoying the satiation, but leaving him nowhere near filled he began eating the small, hollows with no other alternative, and with each - measuring to a hundred human souls, his power spiked in the matter of a few hours, drawing the attention of Adjuchas-type Hollow that lived upon the surface of Hueco Mundo - undoubtedly strong, but no match for the experienced and post Gillian evolution, Kirrlev ran for the only time in his existence to the underground Menos forest where he found other Menos, Hollows that had eaten the souls of other hollows and though he preyed on a few of them, he found himself entangled with a gaggle of other Menos all biting and fighting each other. Within an hour, Kirrlev was a part of a Gillian-class Menos Hollow.
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Life as a Menos [Gillian to Adjuchas]
As a Gillian, Kirrlev was lured to the power and found himself resting comfortably within the entity of another, more willful hollow that dominated the rest of them, but as it approached the evolution to adjuchas, Kirrlev began to feel uneasy and just before it attained the evolution of Adjuchas, Kirrlev struck a rebellion, drawing up other Hollows to the cause of gaining power for themselves they created an internal conflict that deposed the current head and put Kirrlev in its place.
As a Gillian, Kirrlev was notorious and restless, hunting much stronger Hollow and winning, sometimes by luck, other times by skill - but most often when his opponents underestimated him and under compensated for Kirrlev's cumulative strength.
Adjuchas came quickly and easily to Kirrlev, and for his efforts he had to deal with an internal struggle, but was not deposed, rather the rebel leader inside him was, and forced to submit, just as the others had.
Once an Adjuchas, Kirrlev went through a curious change, one that was atypical of Hollow transformations, rather than his power condensing to a smaller form, he grew. His power expanding upon itself and as he beat and devoured other Adjuchas, his size continued to grow before Kirrlev would soon have no choice but to stalk the sands of Las Noches in search of larger and more powerful Hollows, what he found was not an Adjuchas but a Vast Lorde.
The battle ensued without words and the two fought fiercely, neither side giving an inch as their blood coated the sand around them, but in the end it was Kirrlev's victory and in devouring the Vasto Lorde, Kirrlev's base strength shot through the proverbial roof, and with it his hunger grew as well - his size increased considerably as well and soon he hunted Vasto Lorde, though every battle threatened to be his last, he was gaining in power and had a reckless and dangerous kind of experience that made him an oppressor of the Inner Desert. Kirrlev's only draw was with another Hollow of a similar size, one that called itself Tanitnova which broke Kirrlev's mask, scarring him with a technique the other called a "Cero".
Kirrlev's first loss was to the then; Seventh of the Espada, a group of the strongest of the Hollow that had formed several hundred years back, he introduced himself, but Kirrlev has no memory of his name, and after they battled, though it was again very close, it was Kirrlev's loss, but rather than devour or destroy him, the Espada took interest in the then Colossal form of Kirrlev and half out of curiosity and half out of trepidation, the Arrancar bid Kirrlev to remove his mask if he could.
Though he didn't know the Espada was up to a scheme, Kirrlev was not about to fail to meet this Hollow's challenge a second time, and with his primary set of arms, he gripped and pried at his own mask before it shattered around his face. An implosion ensued as a vacuum created in the sands around Kirrlev gathered to an enormous dune around Kirrlev's Titanic figure before being blasted away, leaving Kirrlev as he appears currently, nude and on his knees, fatigue washed across his gaunt features.
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Early life as an Arrancar
When Kirrlev came to, he found himself indoors, sitting up, Kirrlev realized he hadn't been capable of such an act for longer than he could remember back. Spotting the Espada he'd fought earlier looking over some meaningless scraps, he prepared to attack the Espada only to be warded off, halted by a finger of caution as the Espada turned to face him. Telling him of his current state and what he'd become.
The Espada had no wish to control Kirrlev as he'd found the monstrous quality of the then Hollow to be a very positive trait and expressed that desire to Kirrlev, giving the nude Arrancar his name then and there.
From that day onward, he followed the Espada as a kind of Fraccion before the Espada died in combat.
Since, Kirrlev has been aimless, he is reluctant to bow his head, though he frequently tails other Espada as he did the Seventh, he swears his strength to no one but his own.
Role Play Example ::
-----The Desert of Hueco Mundo, like an ocean of white, frozen in time and space beneath the ebony sky was home to many hollow, many larger than the tallest tree on Earth by quite a bit, others no bigger than a gecko.
Among them sitting atop a dune, the soles of his curled boots pressed down into the sand, keeping his forward-angled steady as his elbows rested upon his knees. Kirrlev Jaskafon - a name given to him shortly after he'd become an Arrancar had become his own, no other Hollow had such a name, and no one Hollow of any real strength didn't know it. Found facing away from Las Noches, his blue-eyed gaze turned towards the endless white dunes out into oblivion, as far as Kirrlev could see, and by experience knew them to go on much further, he himself had never actually seen the end of the Dunes, he'd never searched for them, uncaring whether such a place existed or what was beyond it, and willing to accept that the sands of Hueco Mundo continued on indefinitely.
Behind him was Las Noches, pristine and immense, rising up from the Ivory Sands like a palace, a place that didn't have one of its own for a Monster like Kirrlev, he didn't consider himself "one of them" but the number on his elbow said differently, and as it came to mind, so did the Arrancar who gave him his name, the Seventh Espada - who's name, ironically Kirrlev himself couldn't remember, who had beaten him, the only loss he could recall in his afterlife as a Hollow.
Covered in blood, just the way he liked to be, Kirrlev rested upon a dune, supported on one side by sand, the other by the broken bodies of Adjuchas, many of them missing more than half their corpse, finding their way into the spirit-particle rich atmosphere of Hueco Mundo by way of Cero or into the maw of their butcher who sat above them now, resting on his laurels, an expression of almost pained boredom set upon his lack-luster features. An idle breeze set his clothes against his skin and his blond hair away from his brow.
Figuring he'd idled long enough, he bent and lifted his blade with his left hand, and set it upon his shoulder, turning on the dune and dropping down from corpse to corpse before reaching the base of another dune before they leveled off to come flush with the base of Las Noches.
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Extra :: Kirrlev is Russian by descent, though the only remaining traces of his ancestral race are his coloring and an accent.
Though he's an unnaturally skilled combatant, Kirrlev's specialty ends there, as he is so far unable to perform Sonido, Open Gargantua or use pesquisa entirely. He's fairly proficient at creating cero and bala though - his hierro is not particularly strong, but is still sufficient to parry up to a 5th seat Shinigami's released Zanpakuto.
Kirrlev's Resureccion is, due to its sheer destructive power restricted to Hueco Mundo or Soul Society and can only be performed when one of the Espada's Masters give Kirrlev leeway to do so.
Though he's an unnaturally skilled combatant, Kirrlev's specialty ends there, as he is so far unable to perform Sonido, Open Gargantua or use pesquisa entirely. He's fairly proficient at creating cero and bala though - his hierro is not particularly strong, but is still sufficient to parry up to a 5th seat Shinigami's released Zanpakuto.
Kirrlev's Resureccion is, due to its sheer destructive power restricted to Hueco Mundo or Soul Society and can only be performed when one of the Espada's Masters give Kirrlev leeway to do so.
