Flannán Murphy
"Hmm... I wonder if such a dosage of venom is fatal? Why don't I test it out on you first?"
Basic Information:
Name: Flannán Murphy
Age: 144
Age Appearance: 20
Gender: Male
Affiliation: N/A
Division: 2nd Division
Rank: Lieutenant
Appearance: Out of many Shinigami, Flannán has one of the most estrange appearances just based on the fact that most of his body beneath his jacket looks to have been stitched back together. Particularly well known for his iconic black jacket with red trim around the popped collar and forming a triangle down to the center of his chest upon the front. The second most well known piece to his appearance is the skull and cross bones located atop the popped collar of his jacket. Upon the back of the jacket is an overly enlarged version of the skull and cross bones upon the front. This being a mere testament to the sort of sick ideals that Flannán embodies. Then even the most iconic is the parasol that he is always seen carrying on his shoulder. The top opening to red with a crudely drawn skull and crossbones in black ink.
Flannán himself actually has very feminine facial features, his skin of a very pale and silky smooth complexion. It goes along strangely with his pitch black irises and his chin length hair which is always poorly done and allowed to go in every which direction. His body even takes on a more female like composer with his hips being slightly wider than what is commonly seen on males and his upper body is more slim and slender. This greatly helps with his maneuverability as he is able to slip merely inches away from a blade using his slender body to bend about. When his jacket is removed his upper body is revealed as he usually never wears a shirt beneath his jacket. His body is slightly more toned than most, sporting a six pack and defined chest muscles. He usually wears black shorts in conjunction with medical bandages wrapped along both legs from the knee down to the ankle. He is also commonly seen wearing plain black shoes .
Personality: Malevolent is an understatement in comparison to the types of evil that plagues Flannán's heart. Everyone, to him, is merely a new test subject to the various concoctions of toxins and venoms that he pulls from the spiritual realm and the living realm. With this form of malevolence comes a sick and twisted form of masochism. Many have come to the conclusion that with enough force and damage that Flannán will bend to their will. Yet he only seems to revel in the pain and even goes so far as to inject himself with painful venoms that would cause most people to fall to their knees in absolute pain. Flannán certainly does fall to his knees but revels in the pain as pure pleasure which makes in a stubborn opponent.
Yet, beneath this all, he has a strange sort of respect for his captain and a sense of pride for serving Soul Society. He will gladly give his life for those that serve as the guides of souls. So long as he gets to experience the must excruciating pain while he leaves this realm.
Your Legacy:
Character Story:
Flannán has been asked many times about what most of his past entailed and each time he responds to people that he never really wishes to revel in his past.
A lot of his past was merely focused within his childhood, a time where he found much joy in living life and reveling in the belief that he will live forever. He always saw himself as a superhero, a ideology adopted by the young Flannán due to the abuse that he always faced at home. He was a giving child, trying his hardest to be everything that his parent were not towards him. His body was constantly riddled with bruises where one would not notice unless one took to taking his shirt off. As such, he was always forced to wear a jacket with baggy clothing to hide his bruises and scars brought upon his form by his negligent parents.
This abuse carried on for some time, his parents always scorning him as nothing more than a mistake but he never had anywhere to go when he was young. He found himself traveling the town when ever he got the chance before receiving his beatings at home. Though, all this pain constantly wore down what fragile mentality this child had. It happened during a particularly bad beating, his father using the child much like a punching bag before his mother got a twisted idea. A knife to the flesh was a good way to belittle the child and it was at this point that something broke within the child. The pain, though painful, felt good and his mind was slowly warped by the driving force applied by his drunkard parents. He wasn't seen at school for quite some time, his face bandaged by his 'family', his body broken as he rested on the cold floor of his home. It was here that he plotted his revenge.
It took little time, the island was particularly a huge driving force of various toxic creatures and it was here that he got the idea. It took even littler time to extract a rather cruel mixture of venoms which he brewed into a harmful stew. He was done with his parents and this had driven the final nail into the coffin. He made a particularly 'potent' brew of tea and it took very little time for his parents to start squirming on the ground in fiery pain. In their last breath, they said the unspeakable.
"We should have killed it in the womb."
The bodies were discovered the next morning, the police entering the place and taking away the mentally warped teenager who had taken to crying in the corner all night. He wasn't jailed for long, the bruises and scars on his flesh told the story of abuse and much of the time given to him for murder was waved. He was thrown into a world that was beyond strange and he took to it in a masochistic way.
He would inject himself every once in a while with the various venomous mixtures he got his hands on by milking the creatures of the wild. The burning pain coursing through his body as he worked his way towards a path of self defeat. He lost his mind in a flurry of pain from both physical hurt and mental anguish at the idea that his parents never wanted him to begin with. In a particular venom driven rage, he stalked the streets, doing what ever he could to introduce the concoctions to other people and watching them squirm. It wasn't until he was found out for doing so, causing death in his wake as his mind disappeared further and further down a dark and twisted path.
His crimes were inexcusable and before he knew it... He felt his neck snap from the force of the noose around his neck. Of course it didn't quite do it well enough and he ended up strangulating to death.
He had awoken to a strange realm, well it was still the same place, and everything seemed to ignore him. He wandered through the streets of the town in a muddled confusion, asking people what they were doing. He was promptly shrugged off like some sort of bad cold. When he attempted to touch some one, they seemed to visibly shiver and practically ran from him. It didn't take him long to discover his death, his hanging being at the forefront of the newspapers. It also didn't help that he had this large chain coming from his chest, but he promptly ignored this as some sort of weird punishment devised by the city. He continued his aimless walk, day and night seemed to slip between each other until he came across a weird individual in a kimono.
It was strange to see such clothing in this town, most of the time it was acquainted to Japanese who migrated to this land to escape what little land they had in their home land. It was carrying a strange sword as well and much like himself, they were ignored by the regular people. It took only seconds for him to end up on his butt, his eyes looking up to the figure which crossed the span of ten feet in a blink of the eye. He felt the hilt of the sword touch his forehead and just like that everything went completely white.
He awoke in an even more strange place, his clothing not even remotely matching any of the mismatched clothes of these people. He was quoted as having reached a 'safe place' where he couldn't be hurt by this hollow things that everyone keeps talking about. Apparently they were some sort of strange creature that ate 'souls' or them like snacks if they got a hold of them. He merely shrugged them off, finding himself wandering the various roads and visiting many stands. It was somewhere along the line that he ended up at a recruitment station for some sort of group called 'Shinigami' or Death Gods. He joined them promptly and took this as a path to discover where the heck he was anyway.
He was capable of displaying some sort of capability with reiatsu but was commented on having reiatsu that felt most foul by comparison to some. Though he wasn't like many of the people and gave off a strange sense of weight to their surroundings, many kept away from him due to how 'evil' his spiritual pressure felt. It took a whole six years after the entrance exam to earn himself a spot as a shinigami and he found himself picking up a spot in the second squad.
It has been years since this time and his experience fighting hollows has only grown but his eccentric attitude has only blossomed over time as he gained wound after wound fighting hollows. He hopes to one day reach a new tier of fighting using venom.
RP Sample: A dark figure found itself stalking through the human world. It was clothed in a strange jacket with a skull and cross bones upon the popped collar and an umbrella rested in it's right hand as it wandered the darkened street of this small Japanese city. The a lunar eclipse was prevalent this night, the only thing that lit the streets was the occasional candle burning in a lamp. The figure had a strange limp to it's walk, walking almost as if it's left leg was entirely unusable. It seemed to hum a small tune to itself, his black eyes seemed to stare on endlessly as he wandered down the street side.
"Let's see..." He hummed, pulling out a small scroll from a pocket on the side of his jacket. "Hollow located in... Blah blah blah... Purify the spirit..." He said, rolling up the scroll and placing it in the pocket once more. "Though... Where is the bugger-?"
His sentence had been cut in half as he was slammed hard in the side, his body sent soaring through the air as he grunted in particular pain from the impact. Standing where he had been at one time, was a strange looking hollow which had rather large shoulders and powerful looking legs.
"Ah... There it is..." He said, his body impacting and smashing through the wood architecture of a home which appeared to be empty at the time. Smoke and pieces of wood were thrown in the air and once it cleared, he was just sitting there in a pile of wood. His hand was held up in the air, reaching towards the sky as he sighed and used said hand to pull himself from the wreckage of the once full home. His body sagged slightly to his right side as he leaned on his umbrella and mumbled to himself a few dirty words. "Darn bugger is quick and quiet... Though... I feel this wont last particularly long." He said, twisting the top of the umbrella as he allowed the 'sheath' of his blade to fall to the ground and dropped himself low to the ground.
"One well placed shot to the mask is what Captain always says... Let's see if I can get this in one swing." He said, his legs powering him forward in a slow stride before he caught up in speed. He flung himself down the path, his blade dragging a line in the sheets as a twisted grin pulled at his lips. The hollow mimicked his stance, leaning low and rushing at him much like a train. In a quick maneuver, his legs pushed at the ground, his hair flipping in the air as it rushed past his form and he reveled in pleasure of the cold night air touching his skin. The hollow watched the smaller creature soar, it's blade laying limply at it's side as they approached each other at break neck speed.
"See ya on the other side... Maybe I can try my poisons on you there..." He said, the hollow seeing nothing but the sickly black eyes as they passed one another. The male landed on the ground, blade point in the dirt as he slid and spun to a stop to face the hollow. The hollow itself had a strange walk till it stopped, it's form halting before the neck turned to face the Shinigami. For a second it seemed like nothing had happened, they both looked at one another until a thick slice appeared on it's mask. The ride side of it's face seemed to slowly slide downwards before a light filled the area for just a brief moment.
A sigh could be heard filling the air as the Shinigami looked at where the once massive figure was standing. Nothing remained of the fight, the only signs of it ever occurring was the damage to the house, the line drawn on the ground and the massive footsteps taken by the hollow. He slowly wandered back to the starting place of the fight, his hand reaching out for the shaft of his umbrella which he slipped the blade into once more. A calm hand grasped his face, his eyes narrowed as he sighed once more.
"Misson... Complete..."
Powers & Abilities:
{To be able to use technique, Shikai and Bankai, knowledge and know how must be acquired in-game)
Zanpakutō:
Zanpakuto Spirit Description: A strange man who has many holes riddled in his body. A rather large snake, at times, can been seen winding it's way through the various holes. It's complexion is pale, almost sickly pale and his body is riddled with starvation. His hair is pure white in color along with his eyes. Is usually seen wearing the lower half of a kimono with sandals.
Zanpakuto Name: Dokueki
Inner World: A swamp filled to the brim with poisonous gases. The very air is riddled with various disgusting insects and the ground is riddled by spiders, snakes and various other creatures whose venom are capable of unspeakable things.
Sealed Appearance: A parasol which reveals a straight blade when the top is twisted and pulled. The inside of the parasol is commonly dripped with toxin which gives his blade a vicious sting. Regular cuts into flesh produce a potent burning effect when hit by the blade.
Shikai
Name: Doku no ha
Shikai Release Phrase: Envenomate my foes, Doku no ha
Released Appearance: The blade that once took the form of Dokueki disappears and changes shape into two index finger gauntlet like blades. Both are equally as sharp, if not sharper than the regular Dokueki blade.
Shikai Special Ability: Both fingers consistently drip a hallucinogenic venom than can warp the enemy's perception of reality when stung by the blades. This particular venom is constant but has only an effect for two posts. Must be constantly applied to have any real effect.
Bankai
Name: (Name of your final released Zanpakuto)
Bankai Release Phrase: (What is said to release your Zanpakuto into its final form)
Released Appearance: (What does your Zanpakuto look like in its final state)
Bankai Special Ability: (What can your Bankai do that makes it special)
Abilities
Name: Myotoxin Dance
State: Shikai
Terms of Usage: When the tips of the blades are flicked three times, the dosage of venom which seeps from the blade changes.
Description: The venom which drips from the blades on his index fingers changes in make-up. The venom changes to that of a painful condensed myotoxin. When a deep enough cut is made, the cut inflames and causes pain and discomfort for the enemy.
Downside: Lasts for two posts with a four post cooldown. Effects of the venom only last for one post.
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