Post by Sharrayzen I. on Jun 14, 2014 3:25:34 GMT
Key:
Sharrayzen
Character Name:
Ryn Itaruzaki
Character Age:
119
Character History:
Goals/Plans/Aims for the Wipe:
Motivation:
Arrancar:
Ulquiorra
Hougyoku:
?
Final Notes: If I am missing something, please inform and I will correct it for proper review.
Sharrayzen
Character Name:
Ryn Itaruzaki
Character Age:
119
Character History:
When does a dream become a nightmare. . ?
Born and raised within a small village within the country of Japan, a hundred years and nearly two decades ago, Ryn Itaruzaki was born to two, loving farmers. As a child, he spent his time exploring with the sole purpose of easing his curiosity of the world that he had been born into. Everyday was an adventure, some often more climatic than others. And for majority of his childhood, it was peaceful leading all the way into his late teenager years. . . No one knew the approaching horror from a neighboring gang that sought out the riches and spoils of the village that Ryn had lived in under the pretense as collateral for their "protection". Naturally, the village elders and other adults that had say-so within the village, declined the proposal almost as fast as it was proposed despite the danger of the action. In this memory, Ryn learned how intimidation of ruthless thugs could be trumphed by the banding together to form a stronger force--they, including Ryn, were fools; fools for believing they had a choice in the matter! Fools for provoking a force that were only superficially weak, with a bark bigger than its bite. They ignored the warnings of the bark and set out for the fangs of the wolves.
No more than a week's time had passed, Ryn was around the age of eighteen years old, when the wolves made their move. Their retaliation to the villager's decision was not as they had expected. It had been hustle and bustle in gathering commonplace arms to take a stand. The wolves were more ruthless than anyone had imagined. First, the organised bandits would set fire to the crops, the wildfire would take the lives of a few good men that sought out to vanquish the flames; the fire managed to burn a few homes--taking the lives of family members. The will of the villagers had been attacked. Secondly, woman would begin to disappear from gathering herbs or attending otherwise minor chores that went unnoticed to the males. The village would quickly try defending their women--Ryn would not have suffered anything from this attack, he would simply be curious as to why. Why would anyone go to such an extreme for crops and profits that would be infinitesimal to the goods they could scavenge from traveler's up North, near the more populated areas. Why? Other tactics that would slightly question the willpower of the farmers would have been called into action such as: killing livestock, occasional raids (visits of intimation), and killings of those that openly challenge them. These events transpired over a time period spanning of two months. This was a conquest.
The village would have given up their resistance towards the wolves in human skin if it had not been for a group of the village's young men to adults that conspired to launch a full-out attack; an act of heroism in moments of desperation. Ryn had been included with his father. The two months had been used wisely in their plotting; however, these plans were in vain. Figuring they had been steps ahead in a conflict that otherwise appeared one-sided, the villagers would learn that to be a grave mistake; a spy. Their planning had gone up in flames; specifically, on one day. And on that day, the village had been engulfed in flames. Ryn, at this time, was out gathering (the men had switched with the women in hopes in protecting them), when he would spot the flames. Rushing back to the village, hearing the screams, becoming intoxicated by the savage scent of burning flesh; Ryn's eyes would stare in horror. A horror that could only come from watching your own family burn in flickering flames while yourself remains a helpless observer. Those that had been out of the fire sought out to put them out, but were shot with arrows or cut down for their limbs to join their loved ones in the flame's embrace.
Standing there only to eventually succumb to the gravity of the massacre, his eyes would shake in horror. Amongst the rampaging thoughts that serve to prevent Ryn from hearing the multiple screams and shouts of the burning and the wails and whimpers of the mourning, a thought stood out the most: Why? A thought that had crossed his mind at the first act of violence from the bandits came back to remind Ryn of the answer he had found shortly afterwards: To live is to struggle and to struggle validates a life. Before Ryn knew it, the whole village had been closed off within a wall of flames; and there had simply been no methods of escape--the bandits assured the ones lucky enough to avoid the flickering flames. Those desperate enough to try would have either been to weak to endure the pain of the flames, to frantic to dodge an arrow, or managed to endure both and have a footman to cut them down before they would even think that they would live to tell the tale. Ryn was no exception.
When does a nightmare become reality. . ?
Ryn never knew how he had died, which method he had faced, his body was toss him the fire before his vary eyes as he stood there as a soul and watched the dance of the flames that consumed all that he ever knew. His eyes staring about it all with a sense of hate-turned-indifference. He could not bring himself to truly hate--a proper hate. He could only acknowledge his own weakness. A weakness that had gotten him killed. His troubles were over, he needed not to concern himself with the events of the world he had left--he was full aware that he was dead for evident reasons, but did not flinch even at the realization. His eyes turned towards a new horror. Creatures. Beasts. Unknown to humanity, as far as Ryn knew, had been feeding within the area. Something had drawn them to the area. Did they know? A fear of his own weakness killing him once again governed Ryn and caused for him to slowly back away. It had caused him to back right into the gaping jaws of a disfigured creatures, known as a Hollow. Ryn felt pain and a wave of clarity as he transformed into a new indentity and lost his own in the process.
And so his journey as a beast begins, humanity had taught him how to struggle, and his death had taught him the reality of being human--weak and frail.
Born and raised within a small village within the country of Japan, a hundred years and nearly two decades ago, Ryn Itaruzaki was born to two, loving farmers. As a child, he spent his time exploring with the sole purpose of easing his curiosity of the world that he had been born into. Everyday was an adventure, some often more climatic than others. And for majority of his childhood, it was peaceful leading all the way into his late teenager years. . . No one knew the approaching horror from a neighboring gang that sought out the riches and spoils of the village that Ryn had lived in under the pretense as collateral for their "protection". Naturally, the village elders and other adults that had say-so within the village, declined the proposal almost as fast as it was proposed despite the danger of the action. In this memory, Ryn learned how intimidation of ruthless thugs could be trumphed by the banding together to form a stronger force--they, including Ryn, were fools; fools for believing they had a choice in the matter! Fools for provoking a force that were only superficially weak, with a bark bigger than its bite. They ignored the warnings of the bark and set out for the fangs of the wolves.
No more than a week's time had passed, Ryn was around the age of eighteen years old, when the wolves made their move. Their retaliation to the villager's decision was not as they had expected. It had been hustle and bustle in gathering commonplace arms to take a stand. The wolves were more ruthless than anyone had imagined. First, the organised bandits would set fire to the crops, the wildfire would take the lives of a few good men that sought out to vanquish the flames; the fire managed to burn a few homes--taking the lives of family members. The will of the villagers had been attacked. Secondly, woman would begin to disappear from gathering herbs or attending otherwise minor chores that went unnoticed to the males. The village would quickly try defending their women--Ryn would not have suffered anything from this attack, he would simply be curious as to why. Why would anyone go to such an extreme for crops and profits that would be infinitesimal to the goods they could scavenge from traveler's up North, near the more populated areas. Why? Other tactics that would slightly question the willpower of the farmers would have been called into action such as: killing livestock, occasional raids (visits of intimation), and killings of those that openly challenge them. These events transpired over a time period spanning of two months. This was a conquest.
The village would have given up their resistance towards the wolves in human skin if it had not been for a group of the village's young men to adults that conspired to launch a full-out attack; an act of heroism in moments of desperation. Ryn had been included with his father. The two months had been used wisely in their plotting; however, these plans were in vain. Figuring they had been steps ahead in a conflict that otherwise appeared one-sided, the villagers would learn that to be a grave mistake; a spy. Their planning had gone up in flames; specifically, on one day. And on that day, the village had been engulfed in flames. Ryn, at this time, was out gathering (the men had switched with the women in hopes in protecting them), when he would spot the flames. Rushing back to the village, hearing the screams, becoming intoxicated by the savage scent of burning flesh; Ryn's eyes would stare in horror. A horror that could only come from watching your own family burn in flickering flames while yourself remains a helpless observer. Those that had been out of the fire sought out to put them out, but were shot with arrows or cut down for their limbs to join their loved ones in the flame's embrace.
Standing there only to eventually succumb to the gravity of the massacre, his eyes would shake in horror. Amongst the rampaging thoughts that serve to prevent Ryn from hearing the multiple screams and shouts of the burning and the wails and whimpers of the mourning, a thought stood out the most: Why? A thought that had crossed his mind at the first act of violence from the bandits came back to remind Ryn of the answer he had found shortly afterwards: To live is to struggle and to struggle validates a life. Before Ryn knew it, the whole village had been closed off within a wall of flames; and there had simply been no methods of escape--the bandits assured the ones lucky enough to avoid the flickering flames. Those desperate enough to try would have either been to weak to endure the pain of the flames, to frantic to dodge an arrow, or managed to endure both and have a footman to cut them down before they would even think that they would live to tell the tale. Ryn was no exception.
When does a nightmare become reality. . ?
Ryn never knew how he had died, which method he had faced, his body was toss him the fire before his vary eyes as he stood there as a soul and watched the dance of the flames that consumed all that he ever knew. His eyes staring about it all with a sense of hate-turned-indifference. He could not bring himself to truly hate--a proper hate. He could only acknowledge his own weakness. A weakness that had gotten him killed. His troubles were over, he needed not to concern himself with the events of the world he had left--he was full aware that he was dead for evident reasons, but did not flinch even at the realization. His eyes turned towards a new horror. Creatures. Beasts. Unknown to humanity, as far as Ryn knew, had been feeding within the area. Something had drawn them to the area. Did they know? A fear of his own weakness killing him once again governed Ryn and caused for him to slowly back away. It had caused him to back right into the gaping jaws of a disfigured creatures, known as a Hollow. Ryn felt pain and a wave of clarity as he transformed into a new indentity and lost his own in the process.
And so his journey as a beast begins, humanity had taught him how to struggle, and his death had taught him the reality of being human--weak and frail.
Goals/Plans/Aims for the Wipe:
My aspirations, if I am to be accepted for the rank of Hollow King, would be to bring order and structure to Hueco Mundo, and above all insure that there is roleplay of friendly to competitive nature to give the Hollow side a better few and allure to newer players to assure that they will not be at a disadvantage for not choosing Shinigami and swinging their zanpakutos at an early time or firing pew-pew blasts and other spells. In short, I would hope to provide for an environment that promotes roleplay. That is my goal as far as roleplaying. If accepted, my in-character goal would be developed as I see what I have to work with in the game, hopefully I could create conflict for the Shinigami and Earthlings as well to make the game progress, as I hope they return the favor to keep things flowing.
Motivation:
I am assuming this is asking me why I feel that I needed to apply for this rank. As this is a new game, I want to see it become something that is worth the effort that I am willing to put in for others and try to promote the game with the fair styling and alluring roleplaying about the community. So far, I have roleplayed with an admin and realised that I had enjoyed myself--contrary to the first roleplay exchange I was in where I was one-lined devoured. As this rank, I would ensure that everyone plays fairly and I am more than motivated to ensure that it happens, and am willing to take on the responsibility of the role.
Arrancar:
Ulquiorra
Hougyoku:
?
Final Notes: If I am missing something, please inform and I will correct it for proper review.