Post by Immy on Jan 14, 2013 17:38:32 GMT -5
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[/u][/size][/color]Damian Garcia: Primera Espada
[/u][/size][/color]Information
[/b]Full Name: Damian Garcia
Birthday: Jan. 18th
Sex: Male
Title(s): Primera Espada
Residence: Las Noches, Hueco Mundo
Espada/Privaron/Número #: Primera Espada, or Espada 1
Apparent Age: 29
Literal Age: 305
Index
[/b]Appearance: Damian is roughly 5' 11" or 179 cm. He has mid length brown hair with green eyes. His hair is in a messy fashion, due to his lack of sociality. His forehead is medium in size, making his upper face somewhat normal in appeaance. His eye brows are thick and masculine in nature, with a low arc. His nose is small in smaller and has round nostrils. Along with this, it is rounded at the end. His mouth has thin lips with pointed corners. His tongue is of the norm, being pink. He has a broad jawline, being rounded at his chin with a dimple in the center of his chin.
His mask fragment is located under his hair on the back of his neck to the left side and his number is on his posterior right forearm. These are the things that define him as someone of power, and as such, his clothes follow suit. The sleeves of his jacket are pulled up to right before the elbow, showing off his number. His hakama is white, along with the jacket as well. He wears no tabi, just leaving him wearing his brown zori.
- Hair Color: Brown
- Eye Color: Green
- Height: 179 cm
- Weight: 79 kg
- Ethnicity: Hispanic
- Build: Athletic
Personality: Damian is a lone wolf so to speak. He is quiet in the company of others, even when he knows them well. Generally he will say a sentence or two, then nothing more. This presents a problem when talking to a superior about an exsisting problem. He will get right to the main point, and move on. Very to the point. He doesn't like to "beat around the bush".
He is generally down to earth and realistic in nature. Even when it comes to matters of "hope", he is still very straight forward. He doesn't like thinking about the good things that could happen, just the things that are more likely to happen. This means, he relies on things that are abosolute; such as proven facts and numbers.
When in a fight, he tries to determine if the opponent is stronger or not by testing their skills for a brief period. If they pass, he continues to test them, until he can't really test them anymore. If this happens, he begins to fight in a more serious nature, aiming to get the fight over with quickly. If they fail the test, then he toys with them, pushing their limit until they crack, in which case he would attempt to defeat them. Damian is surprisingly merciful in nature, not wanting to "finish off" someone. Instead, he tells them to toughen up and come back when they got "the goods".
Damian is cunning when it comes to figuring out a solution. His thought process goes through loop after loop, finding something that will help the situation at hand. Not only this, but he acts upon these thought relitively quick. Usually he is not stumped, even when someone thinks he would be, he finds a way around it, even if the person doesn't know right away. He isn't just cunning, he also is very inconspicuous when it comes to these "solutions".
History:
Human Life; The Beginning of Beginnings
Our story begins deep in the heart of a place that is now known as Mexico, with a boy now known as Damian Garcia, but at this time... Well, we do not know what his name was, so we will just stick with the name Damian for the time being. Damian was born on the 18th day of the month, Enero, or January in English terms. His mother died giving birth to him, and his father was the only one left to take care of him. This was a dark time for his father, and as such, he became a drunkard.
A few years pass by, okay, three to be exact, and Damian's father was still just as drunk as the day he was born. Damian was a good boy, doing everything his father told him to do, and then some! Even though he was young, he understood what his father wanted from him and he followed through. But one day, Damian made one fatal mistake, he forgot to wash his own dish. Sure, it isn't the worst of things, and his father would understand, right? Wrong!
Damian was abused and punished for the minor error, and yet there was nothing more he could do. He laid there, on the floor of their shack while his father was off drinking more. He didn't move, not even an inch. He didn't want his father to come back and beat him more, so he decided that he would be good.
It was days before someone came into the shack. Damian still hadn't moved and a young woman came into the shack, looking for her mother, who was out with Damian's father... That poor woman. Anywho, the young woman saw a beaten child, and thought to take him from this evil place, and that was just what she did.
Miles and miles away from that damn shack the woman took Damian. It was here, at a small town that they took refuge. They were both young, and homeless, ontop of that, they had no form of money to get anything! AND, she couldn't get a job because she had to take care of him. So, they lived in a little box for a while. A year or so they spent here, stealing food and money until they could do something better than just sit there in this box.
Another year passed, and Damian was around the age of 5. He watched the world around himself and saw how it worked. People would steal, and the ones who got caught, well, they weren't gonna be stealing anything else at all. That's right! They threw 'em in jail! Or chopped off their hands, which ever the owner if the stand wanted. Usually the latter was used, but you never know there!
Damian witnessed the most unfortunate thing he thought he would ever see at this age; someone getting pummeled to death by a street gang. They beat people up for their money and anything they had on them then took off, leaving the person there, near death, or already dead. Damian walked over to the person who had been beaten, and for a moment, he thought it was his friend who had saved him from his father, but quickly realized that it wasn't her, but someone from her family.
Shortly after that incident, the woman took Damian and mover further away from their original home, going into bigger and bigger towns. The next town they stopped in, though, it was a small town. It seemed as if everyone avoided this little town, maybe this would be perfect for the two. They stopped in a small inn and and the young woman asked for a room. The inn keep took the little money she had and gave her a key. They then spent the night there, and agreed to stay there for a while.
The next day, the woman left to find work, shouldn't be to hard, right? Damian sat in the room for the day, then decided to go out and find his friend. She had been gone all day, and he had to find her and see how she was doing, it was just a good gesture on his part. He left the room, taking the spare key and off he went to find her.
About an hour after he left, he found a little tavern like place and thought he should look there. Upon opening the door, he found something that scared him, almost to death. He saw someone who looked just like his father, same features and everything! To his right, he saw his friend, serving him some sort of alcoholic drink. How could she?! Why would she do this to him? He left in a hurry, headed back to the room.
Hours go by and she finally gets back. By this time, Damian is already asleep, and she decided to go to sleep as well. In the morning, when she opened her eyes, she found that Damian was gone! He had disappeared! She took off looking for him. Up the road a bit, a little ways out of town, Damian stood on a small hill overlooking the small town. He narrowed his eyes and turned his back, leaving the town behind.
The End of the Beginning
Years had went by, roughly ten years. Damian was around the tender age of 15. He had made something of himself, he had become a traveling salesman! He sold all sorts of goods, though not many attempted to buy, he still made enough to get by. This satisfied him.
His job had him traveling all over, and it eventually brought him to the small town that he had left when he was so young. How he survived after that wasn't really a mystery, since he had found people to take care of him for a short amount of time of course. Eventually he got a job and moved on, from place to place eventually finding his way back here.
The first place he always visited was the taverns. This was so he could see the type of people. He was kinda like a con artist, getting people to believe what he was selling would help them, knowing it wouldn't actually help. This wasn't to be mean, or take their money, it was so that he had a living.
He walked into the tavern, the same one he walked into when he was five and saw someone looking like his father with his best friend at the time. He forgave her since then, and would love to see her now, but would he? Probably, but he didn't know right now. He walked into the tavern and sat down at the bar. He struck up a conversation with the bartender, telling him about how he left the town so long ago, and about his best friend. It wasn't a long conversation, especially when the bartender informed Damian about his best friend still living there. He told Damian where she was staying and he was off. He had to find her, and talk to her!
He ran, as fast as he could to the old run down hotel that he once stayed in with her. Upon his arrival he noted that it was fairly broken down, and it would be a surprise if anyone would even come here to stay! He would have to go inside and check of course.
Damian walked into the seemingly abandoned building and walked to the front desk. He looked around, but there wasn't anyone here. Had that bartender lied to him? Was she not really here? Damian decided to go to the room they once stayed in. He walked up the creaky stairs and down the hall, until he reached the room. He still had the spare key from all those years ago, and the door was locked, so he decided to use it to open the door.
Damian opened the door slowly and entered it the same. The floors seemed to be stained from something and the smell of death consumed the air. The bathroom door was closed and it seemed that was where the stench was coming from. He opened this door and to his surprise, found his best friend, cut up into pieces, with her head on top.
Damian's eyes widen as he gasped for air and turned away. He immediately began to vomit after he turned around. When he looked up, he saw the bartender standing in front of him, with a grin on his face. Damian narrowed his eyes and assumed that it was the bartender who had done this. He stood up and took a swing at the man, who was able to avoid his punch with ease. The bartender took out a knife and pushed Damian up against the wall with a knife to his throat.
He threatened to kill him if he let this out, and that he would have to come work for him. Damian wanted nothing to do with this, and as such wanted to get away. He squirmed and struggled, to no avail. The bartender started cutting Damian's throat, and before he could hit a major vein or artery, a man came into the room, in a rush, and hit the bartender in the back of the head, knocking him out. Who was this guy?
Damian dropped to the ground and help where he had been cut. The man walked over to him and looked down at him. When Damian looked up, the man seemed very familiar. Then something snapped in Damian's mind, causing him to push and try to get away from this man. He had a look of terror on his face, as if something had happened between the two at some point in time.
It was Damian's father, the one who had beaten him then left for a long time, before he was found by his former best friend. His father picked him up on his shoulder and left. It seemed that they were going back to their home, even if Damian didn't want to, it was gonna happen. So, Damian gave in and went with him back to their home.
Once they got there, Damian went straight to his room. His father sat down, and started drinking once again. Hours later, Damian left his room, prepared to leave this hell, and saw his father with a woman, a woman that looked almost exactly like his best friend! Who was she?! Damian was about to say something, when a bottle was thrown at him, hitting him in the head, causing him to go unconscious.
Hours went by, and when Damian woke up, he was tied up. His father wasn't gonna let him go now, and it was apparent. His father began beating him, days on end. It seemed there was no end in sight, as his father beat him mercilessly for nearly a year before Damian found a way to get out. One day, when his father was asleep, Damian was able to get himself free with sharp corner of a table. It took a while, but it still worked eventually.
Damian was about to walk out the front door when he felt something. It was sharp, and painful, almost like something had cut him. He looked over his shoulder to find his father had stabbed him with a broken bottle. It didn't stop there, his father raised it and continued to stab his son, over and over again, till no life was left within his body. This ended Damian's human life.
A Soul's Resentment
Upon opening his eyes, Damian noticed something that was a little off. His father was sitting there, drinking, with some body just laying there. Whose body was that? Damian moved closer and attempted to move the body then noticed that he was in fact dead. To his surprise, his very own father had killed him. Damian looked down, in despair. He then noticed something hanging from his chest, a chain of sorts.
Damian decided to leave and search for a way to maybe try and come back to life. He made it to the edge of town before turning to look back at that shack that he had been trapped in. He couldn't just leave for some reason, he had to stay for some reason. Something just drew him there. He went back and watched his pitiful father waste away. His chain slowly ate itself away, without Damian even noticing.
One day, his father decided to go on a journey. Damian, being drawn to his father, probably due to his resentment for him, followed him. His father traveled to the town where he had found his son, and Damian had followed. They made it there and Damian felt the need to go back to where he had found his friend, dead. Maybe she was in the same boat he was in... Maybe.
Upon arriving at this place, he found her, in a corner, with her chain almost all the way gone. He went over to her and she seemed confused and lost. She didn't seem to remember Damian or anything about him, or even herself. She was a goner, and Damian had to accept that. He too, was a goner, but he still had his wits about him, for now.
He decided to leave. Either way, he had to follow his father around, even if he didn't really want to. So, he went back to where his father was and after a few hours or so, he left, back to the shack. This trip occurred ever few weeks.
It seemed like for ever, but the resentment inside Damian continued to grow as his chain continued to shrink. Eventually, he didn't even notice that it was basically gone until one day it hurt. It hurt so bad as he felt like something was ripping his very soul to pieces.
It seemed like days even weeks that it took for him to become what was coming. A monstrous figure with yellow eyes, hungry for a soul or two. But first there was something else that bugged this hollow, a deadbeat dad who killed his only son. This hollow wanted to see him suffer, see him die! And he would do this, right now, seeing as how he was right there with the deadbeat dad. The hollow ripped and tore apart the father, devouring his very essence, and thus began the hollow years of Damian Garcia.
Hollow Years: Hungry Hungry Hollow
Damian was now like many of hollows. Just kinda wondering around, eating helpless souls. For some reason, this never satisfied Damian, for some reason he wanted something more! He traveled across many different lands, until one day he found a place of all hollows, a place where there were many like him. Just a mindless beast hungry for a soul or two. The difference between the him and all others was the fact that he wanted something more!
One day, Damian arrived in a place the world known as Japan. There were these elite souls that executed hollows and saved the normal souls, but these elite souls, they smelled delicious! Damian would love to taste one of these "elites", just to taste him! Maybe that could satisfy his hunger, but he would only know if he tried.
He traveled from place to place, looking for more souls. Eventually, he ran into one of those elite souls. The man seemed to proclaim to being called a "shinigami". This word burned into the mind of Damian for some reason. It would stay with him for a long time, actually, forever it would seem. This man in front of him wanted to challenge the hollow, to "eradicate" him. Damian wasn't having this, none of it at all.
They began to fight. This fight dragged on, with one not conquering the other. Then, the shinigami made a fatal error, he turned his back on Damian. Damian took full advantage of this, and chomped down on the man. Damian began to devour this shinigami, and become stronger, yet, his hunger was not satisfied. He continued to search for these shinigami, devouring two or three more before he realized what he was actually hungry for; hollows.
Thus began Damians quest to become stronger, a more powerful hollow, even that of the hollows before him. Success was the only option. Years and years went by, as Damian devoured countless hollow, eventually becoming a Menos. As a menos, he continued on, after gaining control of the others. While controlling this body, Damian ate far more hollows, usually fellow menos'.
As Damian was a gillian, he continued to eat, more and more, and eventually
Arsenal
[/b]Arrancar Abilities
[/b][/color]Name: Escarchado Viento (lit. Frosted Wind)
Type: Passive/Constant
Cost: 1B per post/ 3A for activation
Details: Damian takes in a deep breath and exhales. As he exhales, his breath slowly becomes more visible as the temperature drops below freezing. All this is meant for is to slow the opponent with Artic temperatures and for his second ability. Only upon activation does the temperature drop.
Name: Escarchado Cero/Bala (lit. Frosted Cero/Bala)
Type: Offensive
Cost: 3B/2A (Cero/Bala)
Details: After activating Escarchado Viento, any Cero/Bala Damian fires become frosted, and white with a blue tint. These frosted Cero/Bala are the same in almost every way, except one, it freezes on contact. It can't freeze skin on contact, but it does drop the temperature of someone it hits. Anything else hit with this has ice crystals form on it (which is the "freezing").
His normal Cero/Bala are dark blue in nature.
Soul Weapon
[/b]Zanpakuto
[/b][/color]Name: Congelado Zorro (lit. Frozen Fox)
Sealed form: His Zanpaktou looks like any other katana being about 60 cm. The major difference is that the tsuba looks like a snowflake.
Release Command: Aperitivo Congelado Zorro (lit. Nip, Frozen Fox)
Release Appearance: Upon release, Damian holds his Zanpaktou straight up. His entire weapon explodes into a million little snowflakes, snow falling onto himself. As the snow settles, it becomes almost like fur, covering his body from his feet to his collar bone. Along with this, he gets a large fluffy white tail. This fur is white and is steel-like in nature, giving a slight protection. Most of the "steel" from his Zanpaktou goes into the tail, so that he can use it as a weapon, if need be.
Release Abilities:
Name: Hielo Gruta (lit. Ice Cave)
Type: Defensive
Cost: 3A
Details: Damian slams his tail against the ground, causing ice to sprout from in front of him, making a cave-like hole that he would be in. This can protect him from most attacks, though, anything higher in cost could break through. Of course, if the attack was going around it would hit him, since it is just a shield, not a barrier. The ice is melt-able, which means that fire can melt it down quickly. If for some reason, water touches it, it will feeze on contact.
Name: Congelado (lit. Frostbitten)
Type: Constant
Cost: N/A
Details: After release, Damian releases a certain coldness from his body. When he steps on the ground it frosts over, same thing with anything he touches, though the warmer the object, the longer it takes to frost over. He can't freeze someone by touching them, it would take far to long.
Name: Escarchado Cero/Bala (lit. Frosted Cero/Bala)
Type: Offensive
Cost: 4A/2B (Cero/Bala)
Details: Cero/Bala that Damian fires become frosted, and white with a blue tint. These frosted Cero/Bala are the same in almost every way, except one, it freezes on contact. It can't freeze skin on contact, but it does drop the temperature of someone it hits. Anything else hit with this has ice crystals form on it (which is the "freezing"). The only difference from the original and this one would be the fact that he doesn't need Escarchado Viento to activate this.
Name: Gran Rey Cero
Type: Offensive
Cost: 7A
Details: Using his right index finger, he cuts the palm of his left hand and uses this to form his Gran Rey Cero. Need more on Gran Rey Cero, refer here.
Segunda Etapa:
Fair Trial:
Appearance: Damian stretches his arms outward to both respective sides. A whitish-blue reiatsu emits from his entire body. A sudden wind with snow blows past and around him, causing a small tornado around him. As it settles, the most noticeable change is that there is fur all over his body now, except around his face. His eyes become a light blue and his hair becomes white like his fur. His skin becomes pale also, giving him the Arctic Fox look.
Name: Ventisca (lit. Blizzard)
Type: Passive
Cost: 5B
Details: Damian flexes his tail, causing a slight wind. Once this wind is released, snow starts to fall. As the wind picks up, so does the snow, causing vision to be obstructed for some one who isn't use to this blizzard. This blizzard causes the temperature to drop below zero, into negative temperatures. This blizzard last 3-5 posts and causes no physical harm besides making them cold. He can only use this once per Segunda Etapa.
Drop Chart~
Post 1: The temperature drops to 5 degrees C.
Post 2: Temperature drops to -15 degrees C.
Post 3: Temperature drops to -35 degrees C.
Post 4: Temperature drops to -70 degrees C.
Post 5: Temperature drops to -100 degrees C.
Name: Copo De Nieve Escudo (lit. Snowflake Shield)
Type: Defensive
Cost: 3A
Details: Damian can create a snowflake shaped shield with his right hand, good for one attack. Once an attack hits it, it shatters into shards of ice. In no way can this be used as a weapon. It blocks one attack and it's done. If the attack is twice as high in cost as his cost for the shield, then it would damage his hand and or arm. This shield slowly melts the longer he has it, and he can't simply throw it away, as it's frozen to his hand.
Name: Escarchado Cero/Bala (lit. Frosted Cero/Bala)
Type: Offensive
Cost: 6A/4B (Cero/Bala)
Details: Cero/Bala that Damian fires become frosted, and white with a blue tint. This form of Escarchado freezes the ground on contact. If it comes in contact with a person, ice slowly claims that limb. Reheating the arm can stop this, and thaw it out. Ice crystals spurt from the Cero/Bala ever few meters, causing that piece of land to begin to freeze.
Masteries
Beginner
Below Average
Intermediate
Advanced
Mastered
Resurrección: Mastered
Segunda Etapa: Advanced
Sonido: Intermediate
Swordplay: Below Average
Arrancar/Reiatsu Techniques: Intermediate
Hand-to-Hand: Advanced
Cero/Bala Proficiency: Intermediate