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Okelo Aija; Arrancar
Topic Started: Sep 11 2010, 01:31 AM (581 Views)
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Name: Aija, Okelo
Age // Apparent Age: 70//19
Gender: male
Numero: Quinta Fraccion


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Height: 7'0”
Weight: 310 lbs
Eye Colour: Brown
Hair Colour // Style: White
Skin Tone: Dark
Body Type: Bulky
Distinguishing marks/features: “Deliverance” and “Salvation” tattooed into his left and right palms respectively.
Appearance Description:
Okelo is the definition of a warrior, a man with the frame of a goliath and the demeanor of a rabid animal. He's a 7 foot titan that views the world through pained mahogany eyes that match his dark hued skin. His hands are scarred from countless battles, singed from countless others and he chooses not to regenerate the tissue out of respect for those destroyed in his crazed rampages. His hair is simply a tangled white mess that seems to be in a constant battle with the remains of his mask's horn.
Clothing:
Okelo's dingy uniform is frayed, tattered and sleeveless from age and neglect. The right half of his jacket is completely missing for his sword hands freedom of movement. His off white slacks are the definition of baggy, held up by several black locks and chains. A large key hangs from his neck which can only be assumed opens the locks that hold on his clothing.


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Personality:
Okelo is a cold man, tormented by his past and undeserving of his future. His outlooks on life are grim at worst and macabre at best, you are more likely to get a sign of excitement or surprise from a rock then him. Emotion to him is virtually foreign, if he's smiling or frowning he's lying to you, this is the rule, anger and Melaena are the only exceptions.

Okelo's stoic nature is superseded by anger, rage flairs up inside him at the sign of anyone encroaching on what is his, be it a person, land, or food. His primal bull takes over and he sees red, an internal avalanche of hate goes off in his consciousness and stampedes out of his very being.

Every cell in his body focuses on removing a perceived threat. His decisions stop being intelligent and his movements lose their control. He personifies a rabid alpha, a raging bull defending its herd and he brings swift retribution to all those that violate what he considers his.

History:
In life Okelo was a spiritual warrior, a man that would do anything for the greater good until the universe decided he was no longer “Relevant”. He died in his sleep, life taken by something not of this world.
Confused and lost, Kel wandered the world searching. He did not know what for but something drove him to find it. After several months wandering the lonely world his chain fully corroded. The pain was worst than anything he had ever felt in his short life and he welcomed the pain with a forlorn smile. He had forgotten what it was like to feel... anything.
He descended into a personal hell, the kernel of self that was truly him remained conscious through the years of feasting on the weak and innocent. He could not control his urges and he hated what he'd become. Hunger was all he grew to understand and survival was his bodies mantra.
He begged to die but his instincts wouldn't let it happen and in its wake he became a being of pure terror. He would savagely tear hollows apart with his bare hands and devour their souls for his own power, his victims would join his very body. Their screams continued in his subconscious begging for salvation and freedom. He begged them to take over the body, help him stop existing. Sadly sweet release never came, the voices began to get silent and die out as he began to evolve.
Several years passed and he had finally gained some control over what was now “him” the primal engine that had drove his survival finally returned to his subconscious, the engine would only show its face when he lost his temper. In a bid to finally die he prepared himself, he began to walk toward the center of Heuco Mundo praying something or someone would end his pain.
As he ventured farther into the white sands of Hueco Mundo the monsters of the world constantly tried to turn the young adjuchas into a meal and every time his engine took over and carried him through. It was as if his rage was greater than his depression and he hated it, he hated himself and continued to walk his path of suicide.
Many more months of walking, lost in the sands. All the fighting and devouring of monstrosities forced him to evolve at the cost of his emotions. Self loathing had destroyed him and he had lost himself to his rage. His kernel of self begged the universe for a way out with the last of its strength and it had to happen soon he wasn't long for this world.
As if the universe had answered his prayers, the silhouette of an angel appeared through the haze. She held a blade in one hand and sort of stared at him with a look of pity, inside he begged the angel to kill him quickly before the engine destroyed her. Outside the engine exhaled and growled at the girl.
The engine opened it's mouth and shot white cero at the angel, the rhino charge had begun and inside he wished he could look away, he couldn't handle watching an angel ripped to pieces but to his amazement in the wake of the blast the angel was gone. She was fast, faster than he had ever witnessed, faster than he ever could be. The engine didn't care, it got angrier and fired blasts of force in every direction.
The angelic being acrobatically dodged every blast and flashed behind him, her movement so fast he couldn't track it until he felt her cold metal. Her weapon slid over his bony neck and sat there almost taunting the wild beast that was his engine. The engine reared back and went to buck but froze. The angel spoke almost annoyed “Calm down.” her voice had calmed his rage. The engine buried itself back into the depths of his consciousness and he was free, at least for the time being.
He attempted to speak and his voice struggled to make a noise, after a few tries the words “thank.... you” escaped his throat. Years in the desert had taken away so much that was essentially and this woman with the rabbit mask was the key. At that moment with the woman's blade at his throat he decided he would follow this girl to the ends of the universe, she would be his purpose, she would be his life, before he collapsed from years of exhaustion.
A few days later he awoke in a sand cave different. As if something had changed inside him. The unknown angel was sitting with her blade at her side, she gave him a sympathetic smile and spoke “First day is always the worst.”. She stood up “A sand storm began and I didn't want you to die. Anyways.... I'm Melaena” Kel sat up lightheaded, searched a moment for the words and calmly said "Okelo”
To make a long story short, from that point on he has been the steadfast protector of the angel that saved him from himself, without her he literally is nothing.

Other:
Incredibly protective of Melaena Kaninchen
Themes:
Holy Mountains by System of a Down
Welcome Home by Coheed and Cambria



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Special Ability: Stampede “i.....will...not...BE... CONTAINED!!!!!”
Okelo is a force of nature when he succumbs to his rage, already a paragon of reiatsu and physical prowess. His body explodes with so much intense spiritual pressure that he cannot be blocked, diverted or contained. “You may be able to stop this attack, but you will have already lost when you do.”
The sheer force of his strength stem from his inability to consciously control his large amounts of reiatsu. When he loses his temper his instincts take over and the subconscious limiter on his power evaporates. In this state every blow he makes brims with copious amounts of kinetic and and concussive force so much so that brutal swings of his massive blade and strikes in his released form send shock-waves of force echoing out with him as the epicenter. It's obvious, when the rhino charges get out the way.
Techniques/Abilities:
Bala (Bullet):
A technique created by condensing their reiatsu further. The speed of the attack if 10 times faster then cero, but extremely weaker.
Hierro (Steel skin): 
Refers to the ultra tough skin of the arrancar; while very strong, it is by no means invincible.
Sonido: 
Is the arrancar equivalent of the shinigami shunpô or Quincy hirenkyaku; it allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds. This technique can be used by masked hollow, but only menos of the adjuchas and vasto lorde classes.
Regeneration: 
Regenerates an area of the body. Regeneration can only happen when the user is in their released/partial released state unless otherwise stated. 
Strengths:
His strengths are his rage. When he is in the height of his blood-lust driven rampage no being can stand toe to toe with him in a fair fight. In his rage he will fight with reckless abandoned until his enemy is dead and their corpse is dust in the wind.
Weaknesses:
His weakness is his strength, it's a double edged sword. In his rage he loses all logical thinking, he becomes a simple cornered beast and like any beast he can be controlled and put down.
Combat Style:
Wild is the only word to describe Okelo's style. Direct strikes, indirect strikes, kicks, off kilter blows and headbutts. Whatever his instincts lead him to do he will do. When he isn't raging he is a more technical fighter memories of his past life have left him a skilled Muay Thai practitioner. A talent which is put to good use in his released form.


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Zanpakuto name: Sangre Manada
Dormant Appearance:
Sangre Manada represents Okelo's uncontrollable true form. The blade is as big as he is, 6 feet long, half as wide and square. It's a bone white weapon that's harder than steel and blunt. So blunt that it's more at home smashing a target into bits than cutting it.

The hilt itself is 2 feet long. The guard is two solid black metal spikes protruding from the blood red grip with a black metal sword knot hanging from the pommel.


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Release Prompt: “Triture” // Crush them
Release Appearance:
As the word “Triture” echos Sangre Manada explodes in a cloud of bone dust. Him and his forsaken horn become one again, the brutal blade imbues itself into his skin with blades of bone forming at his joints. Knees, elbows, wrists, heels and forehead become effective weapons.
His mask forms then extends over his neck and outward a few inches protruding into a black rhino horn without a point. This horn is a focus point for some of his most potent abilities insuring the horn will be feared. This bone armored beast lashes out in flashes of darkness.
Release Abilities:
Pisotear (Trample): The bone blades protruding from his joints and forehead are focal points for energy. So much so that when he strikes potent projectiles magnified with concussive/kinetic force are released point blank, or the blasts can be fired from afar with no focus leading to uncontrollable spreads weakening the potency considerably. The blasts are simply concentrated blasts of force magnified by his immense amount of reiatsu.

Cinco De Alarma (Five Alarm): In his rage, Okelo erupts. The five force focus points on his body overload and explode in a supernova of force. Everything in twenty square yards around him is showered in an explosion of force so bright beings miles away are forced to shield their eyes. He and anyone remaining in the area take the full brunt of concussive aftershocks emanating from the wave of force. This ability gets exponentially more powerful when he is surrounded by more things the waves can echo off of, be it reiatsu, buildings, trees and corpses. People outside echo range are jarred by the pressure wave.

Auspicios de Fuerza (Aegis of Force): Vibrations of force emanate across his skin granting him greater resistance and physical durability. The waves are sympathetic and reduce the force of impacts against him and with great strain on his body, can repel projectiles and strikes if focused. The waves when focused cut into his body at the focal point defeating the purpose of repulsion in most cases.
Edited by Craven, Sep 12 2010, 03:59 AM.
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