Sixx, the thorn

Gerenal Info:

Name: Sixx, Also known as The Thorn and The Scholar Warrior
Age Appearance: 22
Real Age: 50 or more unsure as to exact age
Gender: Male
Living area Human World

Misc Info:
Rank:

Captain:

LIEUTENANT/Vice Captain
Officer: .

Shinigami:

Shinigami in training:


Power: To sum it up easily, Sixx is the master of his own shadow. He has the abbility to extended it in most any fashion he wishes and can then be used in to different ways. The first is by keeping the shadow in more of its normal state as a shadow on the ground. In this way, if he can manage to make contact with a shadow of any object or human, he can make it than copy his motions, making it do exactly as he does. The draw back to this is that any damage that would happen to the one in his "shadow bind" is done to him, and vice versa. The second way he can use his shadow for his technique, is by giving his shadow a much more solid nature. He does this by raising it completely off the ground and turning it into something tangible. He can then shape it and attack with it in almost any way he sees fit. The draw back is it takes much more energy to do this than his other ablitiy. He is not restricted by the normal size of his shadow and can extend it and shape it to his will, but the more he does and the farther he pushes the boundaries, the more energy it takes, obviously.

Sixx is also in the possession of a hollow spirit, being a vizard of course. While in this state, his abilities do not really change, except for all of his attributes are greatly enhanced. This includes: strength, speed, stamina, and power level.


Appearance:
NORMAL:


IN VIZARD FORM:


Personality: Sixx is a very calm and collective individual. He analyzes everything, almost to the point of over analyzing it. He uses his brain much more in his fights than most people and has a grand IQ, though this is more speculation than fact as he has never been tested. He has been called the scholar warrior for the vast importance he places on knowledge. He is not one to back down ever, unless it is of absolute necessity. If he is sure he will lose, and his death will serve no purpose, he will not fight, however he will not exactly run away either. He is very much focused on self preservation, but it is not his utter most goal. His main goal is to untie the vizards, arancar, quincy, and soul society under one banner and destroy the hollows once and for all. Despite this seemingly good intention, he is considered by all, himself included, to be a neutral party.

Background Info:
History:

Human Arc

As you could probably suspect, none of the names he now goes by was ever his first and true name. In the begging his name was quite ordinary, well maybe not ordinary in the sense that it was common amongst the masses. However, it was common in its structuring, for Sixx, The Thorn, and The Scholar Warrior is hardly a suitable name for a child, wouldnt you agree? Anyway, in the begging, his name was simple, Ensom Breza. His parents thought it was a beautiful name, as did most others. It was by that simple name that others were often attracted to him. In a non sexual way of course.

He lived a most normal human life. It was over all uneventful except for his keen interest in the martial arts. He had always had a bit of a temper, but his local dojo managed to keep him out of trouble. He studied a mixed style, and eventually adapted his own manner of fighting, as did all students that studied his sensei. They all used his teaching as a basis to go off of, but in the end, the goal was to develop their own. Sixx, as we shall call him seeing as that is how he is now known, embraced the great importance of knowledge, and so incorporated this into his style. It was a style that was very dependent on one having a well developed mental process. It was much like others, except the user is to keep themselves at complete peace, and be totally relaxed. When it comes time to attack, the user flicks out the necessary appendage, and then suddenly tightens all the necessary muscles, increasing the effect of the impact. It is very deffensive, even though it greatly increases one's offensive ability as well.

He later went into the army and quickly became a general. He was a very decisive man, and was able to strategically destroy his opponets, even when his own forces were greatly out numbered. He was by far the best his country had ever seen. It was at this point that he achieved the title of "The Scholar Warrior." It was also at this point in his life that he died.

Shinigami arc

After he died, he was taken directly before the council of the soul society. He had been watched through out his human life, and they had deemed him worth of potentially becoming one of the fierce warriors known as soul reapers. It was a long and vigorous test, but he managed to easily come out on top. It was quite simple, but tough never the less. In his test, he had to battle three captured Hollows, all of which were of alarming power. In the end he was only able to defeat the first two, and barely survived the third which was disposed of by the lead council. It was decided he was much to powerful as it was to be just a grunt in their forces and was gifted with the rank of officer right away.

He led his troops well, and pleased the council greatly. With in just one year of his officer postion, he completely skipped lieutenant, and was moved directly up to the rank of Captain, assigned to have control over the sixth squadron. His power was greatly revered by all, and was quickly noticed to be one of the most respected soul reapers to have ever come through their gates.

It did not last all to long however, as he was sent out on many missions. This was fine of course, that was his job. However, it was the last mission of his soul reaper carreer that ended it. It was an all out attack on the arcanar. In fact, it was an attack on all the Arcanar, and the Espada themselves. Sixx went out and followed his orders, as was to be expected,. however, he quickly learned that his was the only squad from the whole soul society to be sent out. They were not meant to come back. Sixx locked into deadly combat with the leader of the Espada, who quickly revealed that the council had not expected them to come back. The concil had only meant to weaken their foes by sacraficing one section of their ranks. It was at that point that Sxx realized that he had been so caught up in the evenst that all of his forces had been wiped out. Knowing it was lost, Sixx fled and sought out the only refuge he could think of, the Vizards.

It was at this moment that he obtained the alias Sixx.

Vizard Arc:

It turned out that Sixx never found the Viazrd organization, they found him. They were quite good at picking out good candidates for their group, and he was an obvious choice. They quickly took him in, and he agreed to their procedure known as hollowfication right away. With in three weeks of defecting from the Soul Society, he had become a full fledged Vizard. He still had a long way to go however, in harnassing his new abbilites.

He trained for three years before he was declared a true master of his abilities. However, when he was, he was considered one of the greatest warriors to appear in or out of the spiritual world. Every organization knew his name and his doings, for he did not try to make it private. SO often he would be targeted for assasination, especially after he left the vizards and sought out a new path. He let go of his anger, and began to see the need for the violence to end. He is now seeking to end the blood shed by these groups and untie them under a single banner

Rp Sample:Sendo had so far killed 57 different people in the 2 days he had been in Rain country. He was starting to get tired of the constant rain that pummeled the entire landscape, giving it its name. More or less killing all those people served no real purpose, but he was getting bored and needed a pass time until he could find a lead on the Chance Coin. It was proving by far the most difficult so far to track. The Blood Coin has quite literally fallen into his lap. The other two coins he had found via the connection each coin shared and overcoming quick and meaningless obstacles. He was starting to think that these previous ventures were only to make him think that this would be a simple task, and cause him to fail later down the road. He would not let that happen. He just had to keep searching. Again he cursed whatever rule of the universe that kept the coins from revealing to him the exact whereabouts of each coin. They could only guide him to the general location. So far they had only lead him to Amegakure. Not a very narrow playing field. However, through careful dissection and interrogation, the majority of his victims had confirmed that the coin was somewhere on the second island of the country. So they had a purpose after all.

Amegakure was comprised of two different islands, each quite large for islands, but still a small country when compared to the others. He hadn’t thought that this would take that long, but it didn’t matter, a slight hindrance that made no real distance. The coins weren’t going anywhere, who else would be searching for them? He often wondered if Kyouken was in fact hot on the trail as well, but if so, then it would please him more than anger him, for Kyouken was the goal here anyway. That was the only reason he sought them. As soon as he had them all, Kyouken would come running at the moment of their activation, and then they would battle. The coins would hopefully grant him a chance against the fiend. After that, he didn’t care, he would probably find the means to destroy them himself, so that no one would ever be able to oppose him. Assuming he defeated Kyouken that is.

Here he stood now, on the opposite bank of the great mass of canal that separated him from the other half of Amegakure, and by proxy the coin of chance, a critical piece to the puzzle. He was now faced with how to cross it. Normally water would not be a problem for any shinobi, especially one of his caliber, but the waters were raging, and maintaining his chakra and concentration would only lessen his chances once he got to what ever obstacle lay between him and the coin, for this river, he knew, was the least of his worries. He could always just swim, but that would physically exhaust him, and things concerning taijutsu were never his strong point. He continued to scan the waters, and eventually he saw a boat break up against a swelling cap, hurtling through the air, and landing once again on the waters surface. Sendo had not seen it before due to the large waves, concealing his presence, and he was not shinobi, though he was too far away to detect through that method anyway, even with his mind coin. Sendo had found his answer, this man would take him across the river, whether he liked it or not.

Sendo sat down on the sandy beach, calmly waiting for the boat to arrive. As he waited, he contemplated the presence of the coin in Amegakure. Surely luck would be an important factor for the success of any village, and the Rain country had amounted an alarming amount of successes despite its small size. This answered many questions he had concerning the village. He was sure that the legendary Pain had probably used the coin to trump the late Hanzo, who should have proved more than a match for the boy, back when he was still Nagato. Surely the Rinn’gan was not that powerful on its own. He smirked, neither was he. It seemed history would be repeating itself before to long. Sendo stood up as he saw the boat glide onto the edge of the beach, curious being that there was no dock in sight as far as he could tell. Not that it really mattered, unless……. Suddenly a realization hit him, but it was too late, the trap was sprung.

The boat instantly transformed into a ninja sporting a headband branded with a symbol that Sendo did not recognize. Oddly enough, the man on the boat transformed as well. Inuzaka Sendo thought to himself as the smoke cleared and he found himself faced with a dog and a ninja, who now clearly sported the clans trademark face painting style. Shouldn’t he be sporting a Konoha headband, and what the devil is he doing in Amegakure? Sendo had no clue what the answers to these questions could be, until the man opened his mouth and spoke.

“The order will not let the coins fall to anyone else, and you have made our job much easier by gifting us with three in one spot, four if you count the one that my comrades are in middle of procuring. Your quest ends here.” The whole while the man had been creating handsigns. As he finished, his body began twisting and spinning violently in Sendo’s direction. The trademark Garouga jutsu. This should be fun.

Sendo knew he would have to finish this quickly. According to this person right here, there was a whole group of other ninja going after the prize that was rightfully his. The Blood Coin had chosen HIM, not them. Another shocking thought entered his head just as quickly as that past realization came to him. How did these people even know of the coins in the first place? The ninja in front of him had referred to the group as “The Order.” It was not a term he was familiar with. He could only assume that this was one of the slightly weaker of the group, used more for a delaying tactic so they could get the coin rather than an attempt at ensuring his death. He had to assume that after he was done with this one, the others he eradicated would be stronger, using their strength and numbers to overwhelm whatever obstacle stood between them and the coin. It was the only logical thing, and if they were a true organization, as their name implied, than they would surely have logic on their side, otherwise, this would be all to easy.

He had been expecting the ninja to come at him in this general fashion for two different yet related reasons. The first being that it was the most well known of all the Inuzaka techniques. Also it was fast and exceptionally deadly considering the low ranking and simplicity of it. The ninja was obviously trying to finish him fast and get back to his comrades. It was a foolish mistake that he would pay for with his life. Sendo was unsure if the mans comrades expected him to return or not. For all he knew these ninja were nothing more than a band of petty criminals who gave themselves a title to try make them sound more imposing as well as an attempt to convince themselves they had power that they truly did not. The fact that they wanted the coins was an obvious statement that whatever power they did have currently, was not enough to satisfy them. They wanted more, and would probably stop at nothing to get it, which was to be expected in these events, for it was Sendo’s mind set as well, and surely no Inuzaka would ever be able to match him wit for wit. He was in all attributes of the word, an artist, and his medium of choice was blood. His tool to create his art was anything he could find and would provide sufficient means. He intended to make this man his next piece, quick yet beautiful. It would be over practically before it even began.

Before the ninja had even traveled halfway to him, Sendo had already moved over to the right, using his legs to propel himself forcefully out of the way. He also conjured a small bit of chakra, carrying him farther than his legs would on their own, because it was obvious, due to the nature of the attack, that a direct hit was not needed. However, he had not abandoned his post with out a going away present, and the ninja was spinning to wildly at this point to stop himself. When he found his mark, it would be a move he would regret making.

The team must have anticipated that he would be able to easily avoid the first attack, for he quickly realized that the dog was not where it was a moment ago. In fact, he could not see the dog anywhere, but the shadow around him was getting steadily bigger, and it was in a perfect circular shape. Sendo launched himself back, just as the dog slammed into the ground, using the same technique as the ninja had. Obviously, it had used their clans beast-man technique to use the attack. They were well coordinated, but Sendo was still undeterred, especially after he heard the anguishing cry’s as the shinobi hit the container of blood he had left in the spot where he had previously stood. The acid would slowly eat away at him until he was nothing more than a puddle of human goo. The opponent was completely out of commission, and Sendo could leave him to die on his own, slowly, just as he liked it.

Suddenly the dog reverted back to its normal form, and took off towards its master, preffering to forsake the mission for the wellbeing of his friend. Sendo grinned, such a pointless attempt. Lazily, he retrieved a single kunai from his belt and threw it up in the air. As it arced back down towards the back of the dog, Sendo used the only technique he had used so far, Shuriken Kage Bushin. A bit of an overkill, but ultimately satisfying as he heard the dog yelp and saw its mangled body as a hundred of the pointed projectile impaled it from behind, beautiful.

As pitiful as they were, they had served a purpose; Sendo retrieved a nearby stone and tossed it towards the water. As it sailed down towards the canal, he used the simple transformation technique, turning it into a boat. He had stolen the idea from the people whom had just tried to kill him, shocked that it had not crossed his mind before. He smiled as he entered the boat and began to make his way to the shore on the other side. It was all better now, and the coin would soon be his.

The boat was going at a fair speed across the water, and so far, Sendo was quite pleased with the progress he was making. He stood at the front of the boat, feeling the spray on his face from the breaching waves across the side of his little ship. Every so often he would get deterred from his course and was forced to send little waves of chakra down through his feet and into the water to keep the boat on the right track. It was a nuisance that required him to be vigilant and attentive, but it was necessary nonetheless. There were a lot of things that were necessary that he would just as soon go with out, but that was just the way life went. He wouldn’t let anything get in the way of him and these coins, especially not little nuisances like that, and especially not this band of ninja who called themselves The Order. What kind of a name was that? He continued to suspect that they were just a band of punks who wanted to act tough. How pitiful. Hardly anyone truly understood what it meant to have a true purpose in life. His purpose was creating art and using the human body as a canvas and a resource for tools to create it.

Sendo smirked and turned suddenly as he heard a thump in the back of the boat. There, sat his latest victim, the Inuzaka he had destroyed not moments ago. It was amazing he had managed to swim out here. It had been his smartest choice though. The water had washed away the acid that ate at his skin, but the salt with in the water had to have caused him intense pain that only the most vigorous counter torture training could have blocked out. Sendo was duly impressed on that note, but still had a bit of detest for the boy based on what he had observed during their very short battle. Then he realized, of course, he was just a boy. 17 at the oldest. Sendo himself had at least 7 years on the kid. There had been no chance for this boy, regardless of how he had fought. For a moment he felt pitty, but it was quickly replaced with his ever-growing blood lust. The open wounds on his body still glistened red with blood and muscular structure through out his body. There wasn’t a bit of his body that did not have at least one marking on it from the trap Sendo had laid for him. Had he simply jumped in the water and cleaned off, he may have survived by waiting for help, but by coming this far out into the water with such heavy damage, he was sure to die from exhaustion if nothing else. The injury alone had drained him of his strength. Then the journey out here which would be difficult enough on its own, but the waves were choppy as ever, and that had hindered him more. He had only a few minutes left in him, so he said what he had to say.

“ You may have defeated me, but I am just a grunt in our organization. I am merely a pawn to be thrown away, and I have served my purpose. You do not understand what you are getting yourself into by opposing us. It will not end well for you. You could probably beat any of the normal members, including the entire squad between you and the chance coin. If you want it, you will surely have it by the end of the day. However, I warn you of this. By taking this coin and destroying my comrades, you will make your presence known to him. This is not something you would want. He is a man of demonic proportions. To cross him you would find yourself quick to die. The choice is yours to heed this warning or not, but it has been granted to you all the same.”

And with that the ninja threw himself over the edge, giving himself up to the depths below. Sendo contemplated what the man had said, choosing to take him for real. He smiled, so this would be a true challenge then. A true test to define whether or not he was fit to face off against the great Kyouken Uchiha. It was a test he would meet at full force. He thought things out in his head for a good ten minutes before the boat finally hit the bank of the other side, and turned back into the rock it truly was. Sendo waded the two feet to shore. As he continued to walk he branched out his mind, searching for nearby shinobi of the caliber he was looking for. He was shocked when he realized, this was yet another trap. He kept his demeanor and stopped suddenly as four shinobi erupted from the sand around him, forming a square formation around him. He was cut off at all angles but two now, but he didn’t care. He would go straight through them, all of them.

“You should have taken the warning,”

Sendo smirked.

“And you shouldn’t have delivered me a warning in the first place.” He countered and launched straight into a combination that would leave them all begging for mercy.

They would find themselves wanting.

Done

Approved Rank: Captain