Post by Mitsu on Jun 28, 2007 19:13:22 GMT
Player Details ((YOU))
Name: Chris
Email: etsukoshiro@hotmail.com
Age: 15
Sex: Male
From: Pennslyvania
Where did you hear about us?:
- RPG Collection
Character Details
Name: Mori Mitsuhide
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Faction: Imperial - Shirezei
Magic: ((ONLY FILL IN IF YOU ARE APPLYING TO BE HIRREN! IF NOT, IGNORE THIS PART!))
Appearance:
Physical Description:
The lad stands about five feet, ten inches in height, weighing only about one hundred and thirty five. His complexion is that of a cream color, being soft and sweet even with his numerous amount of scars. He is slightly tanned aswell, with a well ovaled face and average appearance. His shoulders are a bit broad, however not too much that they look horrible. His knees are straight and without defect, aswell as his elbows. His normal apparel of clothing consists of a sleeveless black shirt which clings to his skin, black sweatpants which belt on his abdomen, extending down just above his ankles. His pants have pockets of course, chained to his right pocket is a long silver chain that extends to his knee in length. On his feet of course is black tabi sandals. Forearm guards are in black, being fingerless as they are tightly in place.
His eyes are clear of any stains or defects, being crystal clear and white as most should. Amethyst iris surround the boys black pupil, somewhat different than most, however that is what makes him unique than others. It is noticeable however, when he hasn't slept in awhile. Of course it'd be, considering his eyes would grow black bags under them like all. Perhaps hes unique in some things, but he cannot escape being normal. Though at times he may be utterly lazy, enjoying sleep to the point he becomes a bit slow in his workings, and when in this mood it is best to not bother him getting his 'beauty sleep' as some may tease.
He also hosts a scar upon his left cheek which extends three inches, only resting two inches below his left eye. While it isn't deep, it's fairly noticeable at a distance, however not so much. Of course this is just one of the many scars upon the boy, and if you're lucky, you may be able to see one of the gaudier scars he holds, of course if you're around him long enough, and don't irk him to the point he wants to strangle you with his bare hands.
His lips are perfect, soft and smoothe, delicate and somewhat seducing. While they're relatively small for his age, they are fairly big aswell, being normal in comparison with some people. His teeth are white as light, without a stain, even though he loves sweets. He'd rather eat a Popsicle all day than eat some meat, which shows why he is mostly hyper and argumentative. While this doesn't matter, it could help those who want to bribe him to do something. Always think sweets.
His build is athletic, and slightly muscular. While not exactly a body builder, you can tell the boy has trained quite alot so that his body is toned, and not flabby and weak. While at times he is not exactly modest, and will show the world what he looks like without a shirt on, mostly he values himself and even catching a glimpse of his abdomen is rare, as he never takes his shirt off in public, even if drowning in mud. He'll find some excuse to save him the embarrassment.
A black chocker is upon his neck, five silver spikes within it sticking out, his blonde hair weaved in small spikes backwards instead of up like most, however stopping just a bit to the left. A few yellow spikes cover the middle of his forehead, and just behind his left ear another wave can be seen. In all, his hair only extends to the back of his neck, and would never be flat as he loves his unkept, untamed appearance. On his right ear is a silver stud. His katana hangs loosely upon a brown strap tied to his waist that hangs diagonally, the katana slipped easily into the left side, the black sheathe and blade identical with his apparel.
On his right shoulder is white bandage tape that covers his shoulder all the way downward, extending till it covers his hole hand in white tape, including his fingers which are visible from the black forearm guard. On his left shoulder he wears a steel pauldron, three large spikes extending out of it pointing diagonally upwards, and it is tied to the breast plate which covers his right half of his chest and abdomen, over top of his sleeveless black shirt. Overall, Mitsu is not seen without at least wearing black, as he loves the color, and would not exchange it. If by chance you do see him in something else, take a picture; because that'll be the last time you'll ever see him without black on.
Personality:
Personality:
Confidence:
The boys confidence comes from deep down inside of him, having very little worry that he will actually die, because simply he knows he'll never die from any type of disease, instead by natural causes unless he sacrifices himself in battle. Why? He is an excellent Hand to hand fighter fighter, and afterwards Spell user. He is rather easily quite capable of defending himself from any type of attacks upon him, and is intelligent. This may be the reason why he is somewhat arrogant, having a rocky record of fights, but never losing once. He is sure to overcome any obstacles that appear before him, and once more boost his reputation up, aswell as his ego.
Sensitivity:
While most people do not have emotions, the boy finds it a bit hard to exactly throw away his, as he tends to sometimes get a bit emotional, depending on the situation. He is eager for fights however, and will never cry for those. Though he rarely crys, it usually happens only when something very upsetting happens. And even so, he can remain a rather tough, stubborn boy with little to no care about others, though deeper down he only wants their support and affection.
Optimistic:
Overly optimistic some may say, as he fears little, and always expect the best to happen even from the most disturbing situations. He remains calm and collected, only flinching when pain is due to him at an extreme amount, yet his loyalty and will never wavers. He expects that everything will go the way it is predestined, and that nothing can come across him and his comrades path. In such cases, he may turn himself into their support, urging them on to defeat their foe, while other times he may be recieving the words of support himself, in which he strongly takes as encouragement as he begins.
Smartass:
Ever had one of those people who always make a smart joke just to be an asshole? Ever wanted to punch the living crap out of them just for doing it? Thats Mitsu, whom by far has yet to lose his smartass attitude. He sometimes takes it a bit extreme, sarcasm being an extradionary tool in such cases. Though he remains playful, and expects some type of pain from the ones whos lives are being ridiculed. He can't help it, it was how he was raised. One second you're his best friend, the next he's making fun of you. Not that he means harm, he just likes to be a bit rough, which result in most of his friends being ruffians and troublemakers.
Blunt:
Straight forward and to the point, I doubt it can get worse. His ethics are slightly different than most, as he believes honesty is needed throughly. Thus if you're a fat slob, he'll have no problem stating: "Oh Johny, you're such a freakin fatass. Lose some weight you oversized tank." While this is utterly mean, he can't help but be a bit asshole-ish as he is being honest. Some call that Brutally Honest, some call it being a prick. Whichever the case, he doesn't care.
Loneliness:
All children about his age suffer, some worse than others however. He is used to being alone, ever since his youngest memory, he was alone. His childhood is a bit fuzzy, as he can only remember bits, but from the most part he was always alone. He can't place the feeling, though the empty pit within his soul that tells you something is missing always arises, even if he's surrounded by his friends. Its like a setback, always making sure he doesn't forget who he really is. He can't escape himself, and that'll always be the way things are. In time, he hopes to find a way to get rid of the annoying empty space within him, but how? He doesn't know, but it better be quick, he is getting pretty much fed up with it.
Manners:
Don't expect a thank you, don't expect a respective title unless he likes you, and simply adores you. While most people are fairly revolting, he may come across a boy his eyes have caught, and will no doubt go after him. Words such as 'sensei, kun, san, sama, chan', never escapes his lips unless you're important to him, in which he will grace you with the needed title. Though at times he can be rude, for the most part he has a refined delicate speech, being taught to keep his venom off his tongue until out of Adults eyes, where he can rattle like a snake going to war freely. Sometimes he loses himself, or is easily aggrivated by the ignoramus infront of him. If that's the case, be ready to get his ass to kiss, as he doesn't treat rich snobs, or people with a bad case of high expectations too great.
Sadist:
Let's just say Mitsu has a thing for inflicting pain. He doesn't necessarily enjoy recieving it himself, though he enjoys watching others contort in pain. While sometimes he may go to far, he will probably never realize he was too rough. Sometimes, he is told, he doesn't recognize his own strength, even though he has his powers pretty scooped. He doesn't like blood however, and may sometimes hesitate to kill, even though he has no problem beating people into a pile of limp bones. Though in time, he understands that such incounters will result in him having to kill someone, and if that is the case, he will have to press himself to do the deed.
Manipulative:
The boy is very much effective with how he acts and uses words, which may never seem as if he was out to pull the other in a web of ploy. While most of the time he doesn't do this, at times he may grow exceptionally close to someone in order to just fulfil his duty. While on occasion it may not succeed, most of the time it's too hard to decipher if he is actually being honest with someone, or setting them up. I mean, could you spot fake acting easily from someone who tells the truth all the time?
Morals/Ethics:
He has no problem fighting girls, as if they are man enough to attack a male, then they should be treated exactly like a male. While he is more severe with his fights with girls, simply because of the inflicted past of his with their kind, he can at times be brutal to male figures aswell. While on occassion he may have mercy, but other times he will stop only until the opponent is uncapable of moving a single bone out of their body, or is dead. Respect is earned, not given, as he states. If someone wants to be respected, they should earn the respect instead of expecting. Honesty is a must, and he will never tell a lie, weather small or large. Profanity is not to be used all the time, in fact it should be only used on occassion, as to not annoy the bastards of adults. Manners is primary, not secondary. He is taught to remember himself at all times, and never forget his manners and place them aside.
Happy:
His standard mood, with most of all his personality in tact. He will continue to be a smartass, and Sadist throughout his happiness, even though its not necessarily nice, no one says he has to be nice in order to be happy.
Sad:
During occassion he may feel a bit sad, and then begin to regret being an asshole, and no doubt grow a bit more sensitivity. Apologies within this mood is common aswell, as he knows he is wrong, but he can't help being himself. Triggering this mood is fairly easy, if he sees the death of a comrade, or his friends are suffering, or he gets in a fight with a friend. It usually ends rather quickly aswell, depending on the situation.
Rage:
When pressed to the limits, as he is already easily aggitated, the boy can grow typically pissed and unleash his wrath in full on the target. While he keeps his head within his rage, he may sometimes lose it and attempt to kill the opponent at all costs, not fearful nor hesitant now. While mostly he aims to break bones, he will no doubt go for the jugular, heart, or kidneys. Though mostly his Rage only lasts for a few hours depending on what the other did, and how extreme it was.
Depressed:
When feeling too alone, and the sadness deepens, he can become a bit depressed. While the reasons are clearly probably the result of his rage, and mostly because of his lack of control over himself. During this however, he tends to sulk often, and have little to no taste for food, and may sometimes starve himself or contemplate suicide. I know, hes a sick kid, but sometimes the loneliness drives us all crazy.
Strengths:
An excellent swordman, being trained in bushido by his family. Being of the Mori clan, a descendant of Mori Terumoto in the fuedal era, Mitsu's skills and arrogance lies from his noble blood. Hand to hand, afterwards Spell makes him an exceptional fighter, and having very little remorse for his deeds gives him strength to move on in life.
Weaknesses:
At times he may become infacturated by someone, which can cause him to become rather soft towards those he's developed a liking to. Not very good with writing-- or reading for that matter, he is rather weak in using larger weapons, or bow and arrows.
History:
Born to a relatively poor class of Shirezei whom were captured during the war; his father being killed aswell as his brother. His mother was sold off into slavery to an Imperial Family, where she spent most of her life. Mitsu was brought up in this envoirment, and although the Imperials were nice to him, that didn't quench his hatred for them.
He also grew to hate the Ganuza, for not coming to rescue him and his mother, and as years went by as a simply slave, Mittie watched his mother die from Fever. Now alone at the age of twelve, the boy worked hard for a few more years, till saving enough money to buy away his freedom.
Now free, he moved to a small Inn where he got a job, however honing his skills secretly as he did when little. At times, he may become a tad energetic, and he finds life suitable at the moment with his friends.
Sample Rp:
From My Old Bleach RP
'The so-called lift the limits nonsense... this is growing bothersome... pathetically mindless as to be expected...' The thoughts inched out of the recesses of Ulquiorra’s mind as an inward choice was made to rid the world of this unfounded arrogance that was a shinigami. The Espada was apparently disinterested in the fate of his lesser brethren as the Gillian menos sustained damage from the kidou technique, forcing several to retreat back into hueco mundo. 'Destructive Art 4... Byakurai is it... such a simple trick is meaningless... as is the supposed shinigami shunpo... all of it is inherently limited by its rancid design...' By the arrancar's determination, shunpo was something that would not heighten much regardless of what the individual did, especially since one would soon go out of breath after exertion beyond what the technique is meant to achieve.
It did truly seem to him as if the shinigami had deluded himself into a false sense of confidence as Ulquiorra silently stood in the air, feigning a brief stoicism as he took in the brat’s comments. The Espada did start out as a Vasto Lorde before turning into an arrancar, that in itself would frighten the entirety of soul society given what information he had about their reactions to the basic Vasto Lorde menos. "It is time you understood the difference..." Mumbling in his throat as Ulquiorra immediately vanished in absolute tempo, his hollow reiatsu intensifying by some three times as his inherently massive power began to be drawn forth.
The visual distortion caused by reiyoku increased further as Ulquiorra closed the aerial distance between him and the shinigami, materializing just beside Shiro at a partly diagonal angle as his body swiftly rotated towards the left with his leg extended, reiatsu erupted outwards in a cutting wave as the arrancar studied the shinigami’s expression.
Name: Chris
Email: etsukoshiro@hotmail.com
Age: 15
Sex: Male
From: Pennslyvania
Where did you hear about us?:
- RPG Collection
Character Details
Name: Mori Mitsuhide
Age: 16
Sex: Male
Faction: Imperial - Shirezei
Magic: ((ONLY FILL IN IF YOU ARE APPLYING TO BE HIRREN! IF NOT, IGNORE THIS PART!))
Appearance:
Apparel|Physical Description
Physical Description:
The lad stands about five feet, ten inches in height, weighing only about one hundred and thirty five. His complexion is that of a cream color, being soft and sweet even with his numerous amount of scars. He is slightly tanned aswell, with a well ovaled face and average appearance. His shoulders are a bit broad, however not too much that they look horrible. His knees are straight and without defect, aswell as his elbows. His normal apparel of clothing consists of a sleeveless black shirt which clings to his skin, black sweatpants which belt on his abdomen, extending down just above his ankles. His pants have pockets of course, chained to his right pocket is a long silver chain that extends to his knee in length. On his feet of course is black tabi sandals. Forearm guards are in black, being fingerless as they are tightly in place.
His eyes are clear of any stains or defects, being crystal clear and white as most should. Amethyst iris surround the boys black pupil, somewhat different than most, however that is what makes him unique than others. It is noticeable however, when he hasn't slept in awhile. Of course it'd be, considering his eyes would grow black bags under them like all. Perhaps hes unique in some things, but he cannot escape being normal. Though at times he may be utterly lazy, enjoying sleep to the point he becomes a bit slow in his workings, and when in this mood it is best to not bother him getting his 'beauty sleep' as some may tease.
He also hosts a scar upon his left cheek which extends three inches, only resting two inches below his left eye. While it isn't deep, it's fairly noticeable at a distance, however not so much. Of course this is just one of the many scars upon the boy, and if you're lucky, you may be able to see one of the gaudier scars he holds, of course if you're around him long enough, and don't irk him to the point he wants to strangle you with his bare hands.
His lips are perfect, soft and smoothe, delicate and somewhat seducing. While they're relatively small for his age, they are fairly big aswell, being normal in comparison with some people. His teeth are white as light, without a stain, even though he loves sweets. He'd rather eat a Popsicle all day than eat some meat, which shows why he is mostly hyper and argumentative. While this doesn't matter, it could help those who want to bribe him to do something. Always think sweets.
His build is athletic, and slightly muscular. While not exactly a body builder, you can tell the boy has trained quite alot so that his body is toned, and not flabby and weak. While at times he is not exactly modest, and will show the world what he looks like without a shirt on, mostly he values himself and even catching a glimpse of his abdomen is rare, as he never takes his shirt off in public, even if drowning in mud. He'll find some excuse to save him the embarrassment.
A black chocker is upon his neck, five silver spikes within it sticking out, his blonde hair weaved in small spikes backwards instead of up like most, however stopping just a bit to the left. A few yellow spikes cover the middle of his forehead, and just behind his left ear another wave can be seen. In all, his hair only extends to the back of his neck, and would never be flat as he loves his unkept, untamed appearance. On his right ear is a silver stud. His katana hangs loosely upon a brown strap tied to his waist that hangs diagonally, the katana slipped easily into the left side, the black sheathe and blade identical with his apparel.
On his right shoulder is white bandage tape that covers his shoulder all the way downward, extending till it covers his hole hand in white tape, including his fingers which are visible from the black forearm guard. On his left shoulder he wears a steel pauldron, three large spikes extending out of it pointing diagonally upwards, and it is tied to the breast plate which covers his right half of his chest and abdomen, over top of his sleeveless black shirt. Overall, Mitsu is not seen without at least wearing black, as he loves the color, and would not exchange it. If by chance you do see him in something else, take a picture; because that'll be the last time you'll ever see him without black on.
Personality:
Personality Text
Personality:
Confidence:
The boys confidence comes from deep down inside of him, having very little worry that he will actually die, because simply he knows he'll never die from any type of disease, instead by natural causes unless he sacrifices himself in battle. Why? He is an excellent Hand to hand fighter fighter, and afterwards Spell user. He is rather easily quite capable of defending himself from any type of attacks upon him, and is intelligent. This may be the reason why he is somewhat arrogant, having a rocky record of fights, but never losing once. He is sure to overcome any obstacles that appear before him, and once more boost his reputation up, aswell as his ego.
Sensitivity:
While most people do not have emotions, the boy finds it a bit hard to exactly throw away his, as he tends to sometimes get a bit emotional, depending on the situation. He is eager for fights however, and will never cry for those. Though he rarely crys, it usually happens only when something very upsetting happens. And even so, he can remain a rather tough, stubborn boy with little to no care about others, though deeper down he only wants their support and affection.
Optimistic:
Overly optimistic some may say, as he fears little, and always expect the best to happen even from the most disturbing situations. He remains calm and collected, only flinching when pain is due to him at an extreme amount, yet his loyalty and will never wavers. He expects that everything will go the way it is predestined, and that nothing can come across him and his comrades path. In such cases, he may turn himself into their support, urging them on to defeat their foe, while other times he may be recieving the words of support himself, in which he strongly takes as encouragement as he begins.
Smartass:
Ever had one of those people who always make a smart joke just to be an asshole? Ever wanted to punch the living crap out of them just for doing it? Thats Mitsu, whom by far has yet to lose his smartass attitude. He sometimes takes it a bit extreme, sarcasm being an extradionary tool in such cases. Though he remains playful, and expects some type of pain from the ones whos lives are being ridiculed. He can't help it, it was how he was raised. One second you're his best friend, the next he's making fun of you. Not that he means harm, he just likes to be a bit rough, which result in most of his friends being ruffians and troublemakers.
Blunt:
Straight forward and to the point, I doubt it can get worse. His ethics are slightly different than most, as he believes honesty is needed throughly. Thus if you're a fat slob, he'll have no problem stating: "Oh Johny, you're such a freakin fatass. Lose some weight you oversized tank." While this is utterly mean, he can't help but be a bit asshole-ish as he is being honest. Some call that Brutally Honest, some call it being a prick. Whichever the case, he doesn't care.
Loneliness:
All children about his age suffer, some worse than others however. He is used to being alone, ever since his youngest memory, he was alone. His childhood is a bit fuzzy, as he can only remember bits, but from the most part he was always alone. He can't place the feeling, though the empty pit within his soul that tells you something is missing always arises, even if he's surrounded by his friends. Its like a setback, always making sure he doesn't forget who he really is. He can't escape himself, and that'll always be the way things are. In time, he hopes to find a way to get rid of the annoying empty space within him, but how? He doesn't know, but it better be quick, he is getting pretty much fed up with it.
Manners:
Don't expect a thank you, don't expect a respective title unless he likes you, and simply adores you. While most people are fairly revolting, he may come across a boy his eyes have caught, and will no doubt go after him. Words such as 'sensei, kun, san, sama, chan', never escapes his lips unless you're important to him, in which he will grace you with the needed title. Though at times he can be rude, for the most part he has a refined delicate speech, being taught to keep his venom off his tongue until out of Adults eyes, where he can rattle like a snake going to war freely. Sometimes he loses himself, or is easily aggrivated by the ignoramus infront of him. If that's the case, be ready to get his ass to kiss, as he doesn't treat rich snobs, or people with a bad case of high expectations too great.
Sadist:
Let's just say Mitsu has a thing for inflicting pain. He doesn't necessarily enjoy recieving it himself, though he enjoys watching others contort in pain. While sometimes he may go to far, he will probably never realize he was too rough. Sometimes, he is told, he doesn't recognize his own strength, even though he has his powers pretty scooped. He doesn't like blood however, and may sometimes hesitate to kill, even though he has no problem beating people into a pile of limp bones. Though in time, he understands that such incounters will result in him having to kill someone, and if that is the case, he will have to press himself to do the deed.
Manipulative:
The boy is very much effective with how he acts and uses words, which may never seem as if he was out to pull the other in a web of ploy. While most of the time he doesn't do this, at times he may grow exceptionally close to someone in order to just fulfil his duty. While on occasion it may not succeed, most of the time it's too hard to decipher if he is actually being honest with someone, or setting them up. I mean, could you spot fake acting easily from someone who tells the truth all the time?
Morals/Ethics:
He has no problem fighting girls, as if they are man enough to attack a male, then they should be treated exactly like a male. While he is more severe with his fights with girls, simply because of the inflicted past of his with their kind, he can at times be brutal to male figures aswell. While on occassion he may have mercy, but other times he will stop only until the opponent is uncapable of moving a single bone out of their body, or is dead. Respect is earned, not given, as he states. If someone wants to be respected, they should earn the respect instead of expecting. Honesty is a must, and he will never tell a lie, weather small or large. Profanity is not to be used all the time, in fact it should be only used on occassion, as to not annoy the bastards of adults. Manners is primary, not secondary. He is taught to remember himself at all times, and never forget his manners and place them aside.
Mood Swings
Happy:
His standard mood, with most of all his personality in tact. He will continue to be a smartass, and Sadist throughout his happiness, even though its not necessarily nice, no one says he has to be nice in order to be happy.
Sad:
During occassion he may feel a bit sad, and then begin to regret being an asshole, and no doubt grow a bit more sensitivity. Apologies within this mood is common aswell, as he knows he is wrong, but he can't help being himself. Triggering this mood is fairly easy, if he sees the death of a comrade, or his friends are suffering, or he gets in a fight with a friend. It usually ends rather quickly aswell, depending on the situation.
Rage:
When pressed to the limits, as he is already easily aggitated, the boy can grow typically pissed and unleash his wrath in full on the target. While he keeps his head within his rage, he may sometimes lose it and attempt to kill the opponent at all costs, not fearful nor hesitant now. While mostly he aims to break bones, he will no doubt go for the jugular, heart, or kidneys. Though mostly his Rage only lasts for a few hours depending on what the other did, and how extreme it was.
Depressed:
When feeling too alone, and the sadness deepens, he can become a bit depressed. While the reasons are clearly probably the result of his rage, and mostly because of his lack of control over himself. During this however, he tends to sulk often, and have little to no taste for food, and may sometimes starve himself or contemplate suicide. I know, hes a sick kid, but sometimes the loneliness drives us all crazy.
Strengths:
An excellent swordman, being trained in bushido by his family. Being of the Mori clan, a descendant of Mori Terumoto in the fuedal era, Mitsu's skills and arrogance lies from his noble blood. Hand to hand, afterwards Spell makes him an exceptional fighter, and having very little remorse for his deeds gives him strength to move on in life.
Weaknesses:
At times he may become infacturated by someone, which can cause him to become rather soft towards those he's developed a liking to. Not very good with writing-- or reading for that matter, he is rather weak in using larger weapons, or bow and arrows.
History:
Born to a relatively poor class of Shirezei whom were captured during the war; his father being killed aswell as his brother. His mother was sold off into slavery to an Imperial Family, where she spent most of her life. Mitsu was brought up in this envoirment, and although the Imperials were nice to him, that didn't quench his hatred for them.
He also grew to hate the Ganuza, for not coming to rescue him and his mother, and as years went by as a simply slave, Mittie watched his mother die from Fever. Now alone at the age of twelve, the boy worked hard for a few more years, till saving enough money to buy away his freedom.
Now free, he moved to a small Inn where he got a job, however honing his skills secretly as he did when little. At times, he may become a tad energetic, and he finds life suitable at the moment with his friends.
Sample Rp:
From My Old Bleach RP
'The so-called lift the limits nonsense... this is growing bothersome... pathetically mindless as to be expected...' The thoughts inched out of the recesses of Ulquiorra’s mind as an inward choice was made to rid the world of this unfounded arrogance that was a shinigami. The Espada was apparently disinterested in the fate of his lesser brethren as the Gillian menos sustained damage from the kidou technique, forcing several to retreat back into hueco mundo. 'Destructive Art 4... Byakurai is it... such a simple trick is meaningless... as is the supposed shinigami shunpo... all of it is inherently limited by its rancid design...' By the arrancar's determination, shunpo was something that would not heighten much regardless of what the individual did, especially since one would soon go out of breath after exertion beyond what the technique is meant to achieve.
It did truly seem to him as if the shinigami had deluded himself into a false sense of confidence as Ulquiorra silently stood in the air, feigning a brief stoicism as he took in the brat’s comments. The Espada did start out as a Vasto Lorde before turning into an arrancar, that in itself would frighten the entirety of soul society given what information he had about their reactions to the basic Vasto Lorde menos. "It is time you understood the difference..." Mumbling in his throat as Ulquiorra immediately vanished in absolute tempo, his hollow reiatsu intensifying by some three times as his inherently massive power began to be drawn forth.
The visual distortion caused by reiyoku increased further as Ulquiorra closed the aerial distance between him and the shinigami, materializing just beside Shiro at a partly diagonal angle as his body swiftly rotated towards the left with his leg extended, reiatsu erupted outwards in a cutting wave as the arrancar studied the shinigami’s expression.
