The Grey Dust

Blood Compact (Open!)

What is this? I leave and suddenly everyone thinks they can go on vacation?

This is entirely unacceptable.
Bedivere demands their heads mounted on some decorative plaques by the morning.

Blood Compact (Open!)

A glorious death?

Perhaps I'll think of such a method on the plane. Hrm... I think I have an idea in mind.

Table of Monsters

Err, sorry, I will most likely have to bow out of this RP for the moment.
I will be on travel for about a month so I expect my posting to slightly underdone until mid July.
Feel free to control the fish person as necessary if needed.
I may return to this later if the plot allows.
Sorry for the inconvenience.

All future rolls in order (took me awhile to do this...)

(d20):
10,12,13,10,1,19,12,8,5,14,16,7,18,2,3,12,14,7,14,12,9,11,1,18,19,14,16,16,16,6,9,2,5,17,18,6,16,19,12,14,1,1,8,11,19,8,17,6,5,12,8,14,2,19,7,13,4,2,10,8,19,4,20,15,12,5,18,11,1,19,9,11,19,9,5,16,18,12,5,10,20,17,12,15,8,8,10,19,15,20,9,11,7,5,6,18,10,6,1,14.
(d6):
6,4,5,4,5,4,2,2,1,6,3,6,4,3,2,5,6,3,2,3,1,3,5,4,1,2,2,2,6,1,1,6,3,3,3,6,2,3,4,2,5,5,4,3,1,4,6,4,1,2,6,2,5,1,5,4,4,2,4,5,5,4,2,2,3,3,3,6,2,5,6,3,1,6,2,1,4,2,1,1
(d4):
4,2,3,3,4,3,2,3,4,3,1,2,1,2,1,3,1,4,4,4,4,2,4,3,2,4,1,2,3,2,4,3,3,1,2
(d%)
100,91,70,6,36,32,73,19,6,57,74,6,84,99,69,46,47,6,16,38

Heavens Fall

I wonder what X shall do next. Floating in the Aether with his hands dipped the affairs of the gods...

Now with crim back, I'd seem to expect more plot line.
However, I will be on travel for about a month so expect my posting to slightly underdone until mid July.

Bleach, the outcasts (always open)

Not quite sure how would be a good way to come in, suddenly showing up seems odd. Maybe casually strolling in to visit Angelo?

Bleach, the outcasts (always open)

“Swords may break, but Reality merely bends.”
“Many often dig their own graves, the fools who jump into them.”
“Blooming flowers are beautiful, but bear no fruit to eat.”
“A good mirror only shows the truth.”

Character Name: Minoru Hiroyuki
Actual Age: 2500
Physical Age: 48
Race: Shinigami
Birthday: February 29th
Gender: Male
Height: 176 cm (5’9”)
Weight: 69 Kg (152 lbs)
Blood Type: AB+
Gender - male
Class – visor

As Visor

Visor Mask

As Shinigami

Powers - Minoru was once a lieutenant of squad two, he prefers to lead an unassuming life, thus tends rarely demonstrate his maximum capabilities. He had even stepped down to third seat to avoid having to do so. However, let not his reluctance to participate fool anyone into believing he is no major threat, as he would prefer to end it all quickly with his speed and precision. Minoru makes it look surprisingly effortless as he seemingly walks through the battlefield to give a target a quick tap on the head with a fan.

Shunpo- As a former officer of squad two, of which was tied to the Onmitsukido, Minoru is well versed in shunpo. Although curiously his variation of the technique creates a multitude of after-images of himself, as they appear to onlookers in succession to make the illusion of his presence frame by frame as they disappear. Hence, why some may find it strange that an Onmitsukido member would walk so slowly towards an opponent not knowing he is actually moving at speeds faster than they could visually detect.

Hakuda - As a former member of squad two holding third seat, Minoru is head of the Detention unit in the Onmitsukido. As no weapons were allowed in the Den of Maggots, Minoru demonstrates a mastery of Hakuda. His defensive style requires patience and keen observation in striking the weak points, as well as the endurance to outlast the series of turns and counter turns the battle takes. Be warne, single flick of a wrist at a critical spot could render someone unconscious.

Zanjutsu – Due to the nature of his Zanpakuto, wielding such a blade requires a special consideration. Thus Minoru’s Zanjutsu style is unconventional, requiring the opponent to avoid the lagging blade as he prepares for another stroke.

Hollowfication
Minoru's hollowfication allows him to use his mask for 30 seconds, increasing his speed and strength over time rather than an immediate boost. Although he doesn’t use the technique often as it requires him eventually maximize his abilities.

Zanjutsu Level: Expert
Shunpo Level: Master
Hakuda Level: Specialist
Kido Skill Level: Practitioner
Reiryoku Level: Great
Reiatsu: High
Reiatsu Colors: Snow White
Reiatsu Type: Standard Type

Zanpakuto Name: Tsukumogami “Kami of the Tool”
Zanpakuto Appearance: Meiso no Kagami is sealed as a metal tessen roughly 19 cm in length usually held by Minoru or tucked into his shihakusho.


Inner World: Minoru’s inner world is an interior of a teahouse. Located in a bamboo grove, the paper walls of the occluded hut conceals the inviting hearth and mats. A steaming tetsubin awaits, as the tea ceremony is hosted by his inner hollow…

Release Phrase:
“Open the way, Tsukumogami.”

Shikai: Upon its release Tsukumogami opens up to reveal its metal fan blades extending to a length of a standard katana before closing once more as the blades meld together into one relatively blunt blade.

Shikai Special Ability: Tsukumogami is either the fastest Zanpakuto in all the soul society, or perhaps more aptly the slowest. The blunt blade offers no real cutting edge, not even an edge actually as a physical swing of the blade triggers no such even in reality until moments later. As such attempt to defend against such an attack using visual cues offers only the experience of watching Tsukumogami phasing through the intercepting object. Instead, reality “records” the movement of the would-be blade of the Zanpakuto until Minoru opens the fan to separate all the blades out in a fantastic display of sharpness. Upon opening the fan, it is revealed that the extended blades are missing, and that Tsukumogami resembles its seal state. However, it is at that point where the recorded instances of where the blades would be register and move along the path traced out earlier finishing the instant Minoru closes the fan.

Bankai: Not yet achieved, or perhaps revealed. Due to his personality, he probably wouldn’t reveal it even if he did achieve it.

History: ((I'll come up with this as I learn more about the plot of the Rp.))

Heavens Fall

The Game begins.
Each Piece moving into position.
The cosmic titans and their pawns.
Behold the Last Game to end all others.

"Our business is done Darko. I am but a messenger. Seek my Lord for further dealings." Curt and abrupt doing what it was tasked to do. Deliver the requests from X, who prefer not to descend down from the higher planes into the mortal realms, even before the wars. Keen to observe the effects, yet never to be directly involved with them. Long since had X retired into his libraries, endless volumes of pages and lore, wisdom and the writings of every event which went on in the universe. At its core worked the 42 Elders, Bookkeepers which observe all which is known over all of existence and recorded them in ever growing numbers of analects. There in his Secret Sanctum the past, present and future histories converged, with the infinite knowledge of everything at one's disposal. And yet, to find one piece of information was to hunt through an endless sea of information for the smallest sliver. So it was the paradox, of how Knowledge obscures Knowledge, how information hides itself within itself. The way was secret, but the door unlocked, the books unguarded, but the information lost!

And suddenly, the besieged temple of the White Moths was set ablaze. The sacred Braziers of X burning with the pyres of text being incinerated. Secrets to forever remain hidden. Unread and offered to X as the smoke ascended. The Moths were devoted to protecting their secrets, as they would destroy their own temples than risk it fall.

"Our temple chapter is to be destroyed. Our Order will return to the Grand Temple. We are done here, all information inside shall be put to the flames and purged of any sensitive information. Great warriors and Magi, we of the White Moth Thank you and invite you to join amongst our numbers." The Head Keeper of the Temple explain the actions his brothers and sisters took as he emerged from the burning building followed by several others clad in white robes. "It is time we leave, by the will of X, there is something greater which calls to our Lord's attention..."

---

Death was nothing.
Blood gave life.
A blood offering.

Dearg was sustaining far too much damage to continue. The Whisper of the Goddess was clear, like a subtle piercing of the mind, stabbing clarity. A lover's kiss juxtaposed by a mother's reassurance and general's orders. Faith unwavering, devotion without end, Dyleon grinned as the words without words formed within his mind. She was pleased with his tribute, yet demanded one more offering...

"Ghost of Sparta the Dark Lord, you mock your god. Death needs not to follow bloodshed like a dog licking at my heels. Keep them alive, they will bled more for my Goddess. She claims what is hers to begin with!" His calm demeanor was now cast away, his fervor increase as his voice barked, no Howled at the Shade. "I have no interest in fighting the dead, nor a messenger who is but a shadow of what he once was. Float back to Hell and deliver this message to your God. May he learn that he holds no control over me..." A sudden madness reigned, as he chuckled to himself every pore of his body opening and shedding the absorbed blood. Channeling it to Dearg who, would soon die from the assault. A fresh infusion to regenerate the flesh, Dyleon getting weaker as his laughter became manic, his flesh became blood, bone became blood and from blood became flesh upon the dire wolf.

"Go Dearg, wait for me at the place we met."

The wolf understood, fleeing from the spellslingers in a frenzy of overindulgence of blood. And once it was done, Dyleon was no more, a smiling corpse as his body turned into the crimson fluid, melting and flowing as he internalized his screams of pain.

"For you... My Love."

Table of Monsters

How do I treat an "attempt to heal" roll?

normally they don't tend to resist healing...

Blood Compact (Open!)

Welcome Home.
It is after all, where one hangs their trophies upon the walls as classy decorum without anyone else batting an eye at the reasoning behind it... Lest they too wish to join the wall of dismembered heads...

Table of Monsters

I viciously expel the air to increase the power of flames, since the flame is larger it decreases the chance of my next attack missing. AHA!

@Eklispe

Air now refuses to return and fill your lungs. You fall unconscious, increasing the chance of zombies feasting upon your flesh. And quite possibly Ry'Leh shipping you back in small sample jars back home.