Project ZuesActual Age:
dark brown, messy, lazily cut.Complexion:
He is slightly tan.Remains of Mask:
With as much trouble as He has dealt with, he has become mentally unstable, though it seems his morals are still intact, he is random and very crazy. Although he is rude, insane, and scary, he has shown he does not betray his followers.
He has many friends, and is somewhat outgoing, much prefering anything to sitting at a desk. He doesnt abuse the power he has, though he does show a distaste for respect towards those more powerful, as he beleives that respect is earned, not gained, and certianly not gained through power. He has been known to be rude to people who act arrogant, and overall everyone else as well.
His Insane attitude is a cover up for a disturbed and depressed soul, who, in truth, never had a chance at a normal life. He is said to be like energy, covering everything, and the impression he leaves, is permanent. His very pressence can make men, even ones as powerful as him, quake with fear, not for physical reasons, but for the fact he is known to have adept knowledge of psychology, and sociology.
He is strangely rebelious and strong willed, sometimes even stubborn. He is also quite knowledgable about medical effects, such as cells and other things, having abilities that revolve around them made him learn about them. His scientific knowledge is questionable, but his medical and sociological knowledge is rather obvious.Quirks:
He is somewhat addicted to two types of food, ramen, and meat, raw meat.Sexuality:
In his previous life he was a scientist trying to find cures for diseases such as cancers and aids. His work lead him to Japan, where he was supposed to meet someone who had the technology to super-charge his antidote, making it work. He had discovered a strange pattern in cancer, that when enough electricity was introduced, it died, however he needed a chemical that would allow the mind to control the cells enough to reject the Cancer cells.
His work was quite ingenuis and praised. He never managed to meet the man who said he could super charge the antidote. He ran into a young black haired girl, Rukia. She didnt notice him, but he sure noticed her. She litteraly knocked him over, making him spill the antidote all over himself. Knowing it would do nothing without electricity, he decided to go home and clean up. He then began realizing changes. Unknowingly, The hogyoku inside Rukia at the time had reishi-charged the antidote, granting him complete control of his own cells.
He became quite intrigued with this and cancelled his appointment with the man mentioned before. He didnt realize it until then, but he seemed like he was being followed. He could feel this being's power, far higher than his own. He then turned to face what was the last thing he ever saw. A Vasto Lordes had come from Hueco Mundo and ate him. He was found dead the next day.
The hollow's body couldnt absorb the human it had eaten. Instead, the exact opposite happened. Genkei's cells began consuming and absorbing the hollow's own. He himself became an automatic arrancar. His human side had appearently been left over enough for him to retain his own personality and knowledge. He went on consuming hollows for some time, before coming to terms with his power, which was equal to Aizen's.
He soon was found by the espada, and after an enormous battle he took over, rather than absorbing them all. He decided it was time to start taking over all the worlds, gaining knowledge about Hueco Mundo from the hollow he absorbed, and Soul Society from the shinigami that the hollows ate before he consumed them. He is now regarded as the most powerful Arrancar alive. ~Resurreccion~Name:
Unlike all other Arrancar, Genkei is litteraly always in his Ressurreccion form, although one cannot tell, due to his unchanging appearence. Aspect of Death:
None (look above)Element/Class type:
Cell ControlResurreccion Appearance:
Same as regular appearence~Standard Techniques~Name:
After weakening an enemy to patheticly low levels, near death, he is able to consume them and gain their powers, while healing himself. This consuming is done by tentacles that tear them apart. These tentacles are able to grab onto the loose matter of the body and use it to heal, and possibly gain new abilities with them.Duration:
: One PostName:
After consuming something his regeneration speeds up tremendously, if he lost an arm, then consumed an arm, he would get his arm back, obviously this is a give and take type of regeneration, although his natural regeneration is as fast as low level regeneration for hollows, meaning he can regenerate somewhat without consuming.Duration:
After consuming someone, he can mimick their appearences, even their scents, perfectly. He also mimicks their voice and some of their powers. This is made possible by using their cells to change forms to them, also allowing him the knowledge that they had. Duration:
one post after taken down.Name:
After defeating an enemy, Genkei has two choices, one is to consume them, or he can make them into his personal slaves, who would do his bidding. He infects them with the same type of drug he was changed with, giving them close to Menos Grande level power. If they are more powerful than that then they keep their power of their rank, while gaining physical boostsDuration:
once per topicName:
Genkei can transform his arms into many different things, such as a long blade that could cut through steel, a set of claws just as sharp, a snake-like whip which can peirce a tank's armor, or a set of boulder-like fists that could crush a tank, ect. These objects will be specified in posts.Duration:
As long as wanted.Cool Down:
Genkei's drug affected his abilities. He can lift and throw tanks with practical ease, making his physical attributes incredibly powerful. He has both the reaction timing, and the speed, to dodge bullets from AK-47s. His durability is incredible due to his powers, when his body is damaged beyond usual repair, he will revert to a dark red puddle of bio-mass, until he absorbs a living being, even one as small as a crow will allow him to revert to a weaker form where his natural regeneration will take over.Duration:
A stilhouette appeared in the distance, a hood over his head as the rain beat down. This figure was well known, for his raw power, as he was possibly the most powerful being in the universe, for two main reasons. His very pressence made men quake with fear. When he released his power he could crush them without second thoughts. He can be described by many words, Insane, planning, but also less well known... he was depressed.
He had lived more years than most beings, watching as his friends and family died, even his very own wife. He had seen what caused this pain of his. It was this war of ignorance, that was what had destroyed so many lives, including his own. He had killed mercilessly as nothing more than a child. He had been to war at least four times now, and betrayed just as many. His best friends usually betrayed him. He wasnt truly an evil person, but he had more problems with his life than most others.
The rain began to drop much softer, as if sensing that Kurokon was growing weary. His thoughts turned to suicide, but he would never do that. How could he possibly reach his ultimate goal of peace then? He had no idea what to do now. His war to cause peace had failed, possibly making everything worse. He had tried the diplomatic way, but he had failed at that too. Perhaps he was wrong, perhaps he was not the being that could stop all war and make everlasting peace. Was he still doing this for just the power? No, he didnt become corrupt like Aizen had. He would never do that.
Though he was once friends with Aizen he would never be able to betray him like that, Aizen himself had wanted peace, but he went about it the wrong way. He had foolishly tried to make himself god, though Kurokon was now imortal, he knew he could still be beaten. He actually hoped he would be beaten, if he could be beaten it would help his ultimate plan. He was going to search for Hayami, to live back at the wharhouse, where people understood each other. He knew most wars began from misunderstandings, as did murders. He had tried to bring peace to the world and failed, just like every other great leader. Unlike them, He was still alive, he always would be.
He stood up straight and started walking again. His feet thudded on the ground, and splashed, matching his heartbeat. He was going the normal human speed. He had almost given up hope there. No more would this happen, he would be strong. He would perserve through even the toughest times. He had no time to be weak, no time to lose his way. He would perserve... for her. He stopped as he approached a graveyard. He bowed his head down and entered. He walked a small bit until coming upon a small grave. The tombstone itself was not very noticable, the usual cross with a name inscribed, however, what was inscribed was something only Kurokon knew.
March 14 1996, Kurohime Shikyo
Kurokon kneeled down infront of the grave and put a white rose in the flower holster. His wife had loved those, she always said they represented the purity of the world, something that Kurokon found wiser than Da'vinci. "Hello Hime... I know its been a long time.. I'm sorry.. I havent had the time to come visit.. I hope wherever you are is a good place.. and I pray whatever being guards it will let me in... I'm still working on our dream... I was losing hope for a while but.. I think I may have found a new hope... Theres this girl.. Hayami Rentai... she could hold the key to what we've always dreamed of... I hope your safe dear... good bye.." With those words said, Kurokon removed his hood and stood up, walking out of the graveyard.
Kurokon walked straight towards the vaizard headquarters. He still remembered where it was. He had lived there for years after all. As he walked he stopped slouching. He was getting happier, their dream might just come true. His eyes no longer glowed, they now seemed to burn through the rain, as did his dark red hair. They both represented his personality. He was glad that the darkness was gone for now. However now he had to stop the chaos and return the worlds to peace. He saw things how they were, there was no good or evil, no black or white, only shades of gray.
His eyes represented the power inside of him. The white was the purity he held, from years of pain he had grown bitter once, but his positive personality prevealed. His very soul had changed from those experiences he had as a child, or as a teenager. The red of his eyes was the power, the original part of him. He had trained for years to earn such power as Aizen, then going from his level to Yamamoto's, and then came the blacks. While normal pupils will always be black his were gray, bright gray. This represented two things. The original black represented his darkness, his hatred, although small, it was always best to stay out of. Then the gray part, this part was the hogyoku's effect on him. He no longer cared for good or evil, only peace. His mind had been ridded of the notion of immpossibility.
His hair was different though. His hair's spikieness showed his energetic ways, always hyper and fun, but also lazy and sleeping. He was a rubix cube with ten cubes in each row and column. The red color presented his feirceness. He was like an animal at times, unpredictable and always adapting. He had learned this from his sensei during his life. He had shown him what everything on him meant. His sensei was much like old man Yamamoto, but more leinient. He loved that about him. Their pasts both started with robbery and assault.
Kurokon entered the wharehouse without knocking, he never had. He shook lightly to shake off some of the rain. He then went into the living area to relax. The area had a cough, a coffee table and a normal TV. Nothing special happened usually so they had to do something when not able to train. Kurokon had been here many times from his years outside of soul society. He had been injured while training to control his hollow side, however they did many other things inside his mind as well. He chuckled at the memories, knowing he was beginning to act like an old man, what would Yamamoto think?
He turned his head and smiled lightly as he waited for someone to appear. He knew it wouldnt be long, whenever he came in, someone was about to come in and see him as well. He loved that, as he hated being alone. He was an extrovert after all. He hated the lonliness of the life he had now. He began to note his sorroundings more thouroughly. The cough was a soft blue color, and was as comfortable as could be. The Tv was simple and delicate, about twenty inches of screen. The coffee table was mahongany, and polished well. It had no rough edges, nor splinters sticking out. His cloak still his his clothes, he realized.
He unbuttoned his cloak and let it out as if it were a cape. He had on a black pair of combat boots, black pants with ten pockets, which his clothes were so compact that even Kenpachi would have a tough time ripping them. He had a red sleeveless shirt, which seemed to have sleeves under his black rough leather jacket. He had long ago realized the need for indestructible clothing. He trained hard, and he didnt feel like going naked after a fight. His long dead Vice captain had once found him like that, which caused alot of akwardness between the two. Oh, how he missed her.