Tryouts (RP Samples Here!)

First topic message reminder :

This is where you post your role-play sample to become a captain, Espada, or sin; obtain a visored or canon character, or obtain a bankai. You can only try out for one character at a time.

The RP sample can have any kind of setting, situation, or character. If you're trying out for a canon character, you must use the character you are trying out for in the sample.

There is no specfied length that it has to be, as quality is more important than quantity, but the longer it is, the better.

Post your sample in this topic and wait to be approved or disapproved. If you are disapproved, you cannot tryout again for a week. There are no third chances.

Ah o.o Well I didn't know about that addition o.o

'Cause I thought it was obvious. o.o

It's not o.o

Well it should be.

(Trying out for Greed)

A man with deep royal blue hair approached a local bank in Kagamino city. His deep, obviously dyed hair hung with simple spikes across his tan forehead down to his powerful dark green irises. His face held a nice clean shave to not distract anyone from his penetrating gaze. The rest of his hair held itself gelled very well parting at the right of his head so the right part of his head had the hair gelled toward the right and the rest of his hair lay to the left. Not a single wrinkle could be found on his face, but his air revealed he had to be rather old, or just wise. He had to have plucked his eyebrows to have them so well trimmed and well designed. Around his eyes also laid a firm line of black eyeliner, making his eyes truly catch anyone's attention. The rest of his moderately sized body held a dark forest green Richard Jewel's Suit. Yes. The man walked to a bank with a $900,000 suit encrusted with diamonds along it's seems to the bank. On his feet lay the $38,000 House of Testoni exclusive goat-haired brown dress shoes with their gold and diamond buckle. Inside his shirt, what one would think as tacky, he somehow made a fashion statement, for inside his tux jacket laid so many solid gold chains, they gave the impression of a shirt. Oddly, his wrists and fingers had nothing on them whatsoever.

As he walked toward the glass doors of the bank on the gloomy day – evident by the omnious gray clouds sliding about the morbid sky moving along with the breeze which shook the several palm trees aligning the glass bank - he stepped into a small puddle which a man before him evidently avoided. His right foot made it about 5 inches into the rather deep puddle, yet the man just continued to walk. The man before the character, obviously a businessmen as well, because of his blue suit and the Blackberry which he held up to his head with the hand he did not use to hold the door open, gawked at the action. The character continued to walk on the well-paved pathway as if nothing and declared in a nonchalant, baritone voice, "No worries, I am about to obtain the other existing pair. These have grown boring." Our character entered the bank before the man whose mouth remained completely open at the statements of the person who passed him.

He continued along the short path covered in a red carpet toward the open area of this wide bank. Eight registers all manned by people of various genders and races, but he could care less. $2,592,486.78 in storage. "Pfft. What a low-life bank." He whispered to himself as he continued walking into the open area with his eyes scanning the area like a hawk which knew its prey hid from it. He finally made it to the lobby where a salesperson in a red uniform walked over to him in her white high heels which went with her thin, white belt. Before she could speak, or even finished her stride, the man rolled his eyes down her body almost following the curves on her body all the way down to her feet. The discomfort from this showed somewhat on the associate's face, but she proceeded to open her smiling mouth to speak, but did not receive the chance. "You'll do." He placed his declaration firmly and audible. Immediately, he continued to walk into the center of the of lobby while the poor, unsuspecting woman slung into the air in a wreath of what sounded like chains, though none of these manifested themselves. She seemed dragged from her stomach straight into the air right above where the character had finally stopped. Her screams and wails immediately alerted all the people in the area who looked into the air to see an innocent East Asian woman hang in the air held up by all of her body. She screamed and kicked and flailed attempting to hit a chandelier nearby on the large 30 foot high roof she hung below. Suddenly, some eyes started coming down to look at the man who's once dark green eyes now shone with a firm, highlighter green light. He looked in a blank direction with a neutral face as he stood directly under the woman in the air. He slipped his hands into his pockets casually and opened his mouth, while a piece of gum which levitated to him from the crowd of people, unwrapped itself and entered his mouth as the wrapper plopped to the grown. His shoulders relaxed, and his legs opened slightly while he waited below the now barely flailing and quiet associate.

The wide bank and its large lobby had the build to support sound greatly and make it echo throughout the brown walls of the edifice. "Pleonexia, put her down she has-" A man came emerged from the left out of an employee's only area in a quick swing of the door. The man wore a very familiar suit: the Forest Green Richard Jewel's Suit. On his feet lay another very familiar pair of shoes: the brown House of Testoni dress shoes. While he moved out and began to call out to our character, the sound of chains thundered through the hall and ended when the executive officer suddenly had his stomach compressed and spat out from the grip of these invisible chains. In a quick movement, the man flew toward Pleonexia and stopped when he stood directly before the blue haired man, who continued to chew his gum and stand casually. His eyes, despite how they glowed, looked as dull and uninterested as ever as they moved toward their long awaited target.

The executive officer shook in fear. His face grew red, whether the redness was due to the strain the chains around his diaphragm produced or the fear for his life could have been a doctoral thesis for any psychology student. Pleonexia, the Greek word for ravacity: a wild, unrestrained form of greed moved its cold glare from the middle of nowhere to the very eyes of officer, who tried his very hardest to close his own eyes but finally could not. Once Pleonexia look toward the man and noticed the administrator's view had an angle where Pleonexia stood lower than the man, Pleonexia said his first words to the man. "First off, I don't understand why these chains disobey me after I use over 200 of them but whatever. Fix the height difference." Immediately, the man slammed into the ground with such a force that his feet cracked off his legs and hung off his calves, which, also, because of the event, cracked in half. Now the man, at full length, stood below eye level with Pleonexia. "Avoid looking down at me. You, nor any other being, should stand above me, though that is beside the point of my visit." he said relaxed. Pleonexia continued to chew his gum and removed his right hand from his pocket and placed it tenderly on the cheek of the adult man who hung in utter pain before him. The veins on his face bulged out all over his face, and sweat sprouted from most of the pores of his older face. He rubbed the executive officer’s cheek with his thumb softly and affectionately while still chewing his gum modestly. He moved his thumb up and wiped one of the man's many tears which streamed out of the executive officer’s left eye. Pleonexia held the thumb up to the man who glanced upward at the now quiet and still girl. "Look at me." Pleonexia demanded lightly from the man who quickly turned his gaze to the green-eyed man. "Why are you wasting these? Have you never felt poverty to know there are so many children who wish to tear out their tear glands so as to save water?"

Pleonexia moved his hand back into his pocket and held his gaze up to the man and continued to speak in his suave baritone, voice. "We made a pact. You know I will not kill you if you do not break my terms. Why fear if you have done nothing wrong?" Then Pleonexia stopped speaking and, as a snake slides up to its dying prey, a dark, horrid, indescribable grin crawled from the insides of his relaxed lips outward, completely dominating the young looking man's face. As if the horror movie could not take a worse turn, Pleonexia suddenly began to chuckle light-heartedly, but quickly ascending to a powerful, full out ominous laugh. The man suspended in the air shook very hard and his eyes quickly rolled to the back of his head and saliva, agitated to where it looked like foam, protruded from his closed lips. Suddenly, unexpectedly, a black and red sneaker flew quickly at the head of Pleonexia from outside the scene. As it reached his face, it suddenly accelerated at almost unperceivable speed back toward the young Anglo teen who threw it. The shoe hit the leg which only had a sock on, effectively knocking the boy over and launching him about 3 feet into the air horizontally. With no break, and only a second to scream, the sound of chains rung out almost in harmony with Pleonexia's laugh, and the boy slammed into the ground with such incredible power he shot right through the ground and down to who knows where.

During the event with the boy, the woman once held in the air by most of her body now hung in the form of a crucified person. Pleonexia slowly ceased to laugh and sighed to the side, saying to himself, "I must speak to Wrath for lessons on how to command more of these at once." Pleonexia raised his view to the man which evidently had a stroke approaching or occurring. Pleonexia shook his head, and spoke in a dull, tone commenting on the man, "Wonder why he was afraid. He must've recognized he was not to use my resources to buy lavish clothing." Immediately at the end of his phrase, the rattling of chains stormed the area around Pleonexia and the unnamed administrator, and the result consisted of the tux, shoes and all off of the man's outer clothing levitating beside Pleonexia. After the involuntary stripping of the man, Pleonexia's chains released him, causing him to fall to the ground in with a bang. Suddenly, something which should have happened before happened immediately: the man's cracked legs and basically severed feet bursted into a torrent of blood.

Pleonexia casually restarted chewing his gum and walked off toward the door, with his hands still in his pockets and the clothes levitating beside him. The people inside parted the way, getting off the red carpet where Pleonexia walked on with his somewhat more dry shoes. Someone among the people, holding back tears, called out to the terror exiting "Please put the girl down!" Pleonexia stopped and said casually, "Oh yes. The girl. The one that's been stealing my energy to drive her transactions with you mindless craps." The girl hanging from the ceiling had the rattling of chains boom around her, and, without a moment's notice, she flew directly into the ground with such massive momentum, her body did not splatter across the ground. Instead, she plunged into the ground. "I do not need any leeches which call upon my power without offering me something of value in return. That's the basis of my Greed."

~Approved for A rank sin of Greed.

((Trying out for the sin of gluttony))

The wind whistled shrilly outside of the large tent they had set up in the foothills of this bitter country that was barely their home. They were standing on the brink. The very brink that led into the maw of the beast that had wrecked such utter destruction in the heart of their country months earlier. The people that had broken the Kremlin, that had kidnapped, killed, and violated his men, the people that had dared to destroy the home he had sworn to protect. And he had failed. He had failed utterly in the duty he had been sworn to do, to prevent the havoc that had occurred. The only success he could alot himself, was the civilian lives he had managed to save. But what of his soldiers? His soldiers that had been so utterly beaten? It had been his fault.

What would she have said?

"Did you run a full check on our artillery?" His deep voice boomed out as his hands pressed into the table before him, crimson eyes flickering to the woman to his left. She saluted him, "Да! Everything is in order sir. I had them checked three times. They will be ready to go when Comrade Ivanka gives the order." Her hands folded behind her back as she stared at the man before her, the man seeming to hold darkness so close to him. Zabulon nodded slowly, his piercing gaze lowering back to the map stretched out before him with various pieces placed out upon them. Yes, it was their battlefield laid out as things were at the moment. The main army was waiting behind Ivanka's forces, their artillery already set up and ready to fire when the time was right.

His eyes focused upon the wall that was the symbol of their enemy, the entity that he would crush this day for he would not fail. Not. Again. He would crush Amestris into the ground here, and if he could, then he would find his way to Central to aid them there. He refused to shame the post that he had received after his adoptive mother. He had to regain the honor that he had lost. Svetlana... And what of his adoptive daughter? He had to protect her too from these monsters. They had already tried to.... His right hand clenched into a fist upon the table, causing his subordinate to his left to tense up a little. Who knew what those men would have done to her had he not showed up when he did. "Sir?" His hand instantly relaxed and he took a deep steadying breath, straightening up as he ran through the plan one more time through his head. "Good work. Tell the men to get ready, Ivanka should be speaking soon." He murmured softly, tying his long black hair back into its usual ponytail, pulling his warm hat back onto his head. It was time.

Stepping outside, Zabulon towered over some of his men, folding his gloved hands behind his back as he exhaled slowly. It condensed into a mist that blew away with the harsh winds, stabbing at his exposed skin as if to remind him of the battle in Moscow. All those tiny pinpricks... Not this day. This was their day. Their day to shine, their day to slam the fist of righteousness into the solar plexus of their nemesis. It was their day to carve out their hearts as they had done to Drachma.

"Comrades!"

It had begun. Even as far back as they were from Ivanka, his voice could not be lost to the winds of the mountains. It was as if nature were telling them that they would succeed, that their voices would be heard over the rabble of Amestris. Zabulon did not lock himself onto watching the Hammer of Drachma, but instead looked around at the men and women that joined them in this fight to reclaim the light of their country. Before after Amestris had swooped in with their allies to crush Moscow, they all had held a subdued air. Their heads lowered more, a cloud hanging over them much as it had him (though he had buried himself in work to help with that). Oddly enough, Sveta had been more of a help than he had expected what with the little things that she would do like bring him coffee, papers, or just sit there and watch him do work while she did... whatever. Homework he hoped. She was a good girl, quiet like him, but a genuinely good soul.

Yes. That was what he fought for. That glimmer of light and warmth that radiated from his adopted daughter and what she represented. She was the future of their nation, and that had almost been snuffed out by those Amestrian bastards. It was good she was not here to see how his hands tightened behind him, the gleam of the reaper that had filled his eyes, the tightness of his lips. "WE WILL TAKE THE FIGHT TO THEIR LAND! THEIR PEOPLE! THEIR BLOOD! WE WILL AVENGE OUR COMRADES, OUR FAMILY! THE RED ARMY WILL STAND VICTORIOUS! COME NOW COMRADES, ONWARD FOR SOVIET DRACHMA!"

"FOR SOVIET DRACHMA!" This time his voice boomed out in chorus to the rest, the sound like the rumbles of the soil during an earthquake. It did not matter if he believed in all of the words of the new soviet drachma, it was his home and his country, and by god he would die to protect it. His arm shot up to punch the air and then salute, his hands then returning to their clasped position behind his back. "And for Sveta..." He whispered quietly under his breath as he turned away, returning into his tent to begin coordinating and finish up his preparations. He picked up his scythe from the top of a crate and slung it across his body, readjusting the gloves on his hands.

~Approved for A rank sin of Gluttony.

Thank you~~~ Sorry i dont try out in character >.>

Since no one has been called out for doing this, I'll condone it: THANKS FOR GREED

No prob. O.o

(*gulp* here's the tryout for the sin of Envy >.<)


Venus was walking around, bored out of her mind. There was a slight rustle of the fabric of her kimono every time she moved, swishing back and forth with each step she took down the street. She started to hum to herself, a tuneless melody, just for something to do. She glanced up at the storm clouds, covering the once blue sky with gray, and frowned slightly. There wasn’t anything wrong with rain, exactly, but she would have preferred if the rain would wait until she wasn’t outside anymore to do what it was meant to. Ven felt her hair fly around behind her as the wind picked up and her frown deepened, making a crease between her eyebrows. Couldn’t the storm wait 5 minutes for her to get inside? She scanned her green eyes across the horizon, narrowing them to protect them from the wind. It was so dark now that the horizon was almost black; It appeared as though it ceased to exist but it didn't faze her in the slightest and she continued on her walk

Shrugging, she glanced around her surroundings out of curiosity, looking for something interesting and some shelter from the rain as it began to pour down on her. Suddenly she spotted a house which looked empty and grinned, since it was just the thing to pick up her mood; She strode towards the building with a quick pace and gripped the door knob. She wiggled it around to test if it was unlocked. It was, which was perfect. With a twist of the knob Ven walked into the house and looked around before quietly shutting the door behind her; The house was decorated in a way that made it obvious the people living there had some cash to throw around which made her grin wider; She was already wondering what riches the house had to offer to her sticky fingers. It was their own fault for leaving the door unlocked; obviously these people didn't care about their belongings which was fine by her. She quickly went from room to room, checking to see if anyone was in the house. Her steps creaked on the floorboards of the house and she hissed. If anyone were home, and they heard her, and then who knows what would happen? They would think she was a robber. Which, if no one was home, she just might be. Venus grinned and returned to the entrance of the house. Prefect. No one was home. Venus had spied some things in several of the rooms, such as a beautiful multi-colored gem ring, that she would like to have for herself.

Obviously such a well dressed house would have things she desired, since it was adorned with trinkets only those with some serious money could afford to buy. Why did all the mortals deserve such riches? Why is it they felt so entitled to nice things? She was just as entitled as the rest of them, so it wasn't fair that they got to enjoy such luxuries and often times abuse them, while she was stuck searing in eternal flames with nothing but the sounds of screaming to accompany her. It made her blood boil thinking about the different humans roaming around dressed in such expensive clothing and driving such fancy cars; Even the poorest of the poor humans had more than she had ever gotten in her lifetime and it just wasn't fair! No...It wasn't fair, and tonight, she was about to claim what she felt she was entitled too; It only made her sad that she couldn't just pack the house up and take it with her. Hell, these people obviously didn't give a damn so why not? Why let these pieces of dirt keep what they had no right to claim in the first place? She scoffed at her thoughts and turned back towards the stairs, her steps carrying every intention of ringing these people dry of whatever shiny thing caught her eye, and perhaps some money as well.

Creeping slowly back towards the room where she had seen the ring, Venus had a smirk on her face. The owners of this house were too trusting of their surroundings and it was made obvious by the fact that not so much as an alarm had gone off in the time she had been here. Foolish humans; They never knew when someone, such as herself, would enter their home. And when they did, all of their belongs would be at their hands to take. Granted, Venus wouldn’t take everything in the house, just things that she wanted, but she had seen quite a bit that she wished to own herself and was planning on walking out with as much as she could carry with her. She slid open the door and walked over the dresser with the ring sitting on top, the item she adored the most from this house. She examined it more carefully, looking at the way the gold band wrapped around the three gems like a wave crashing on a sandy beach. The gems were red, green, and blue. Venus grinned to herself as she slipped the ring on her finger, it was a perfect fit. Maybe the ring was just made for her to steal.

She starred at the ring on her finger while holding that proud smirk, glad something so beautiful was now hers. It made her feel giddy almost. Wearing the ring made her feel like a queen, it was just so glorious, the way it hugged onto her finger as though it was lovingly embracing its new owner. She almost got lost as she starred into the jewels entrapped within the confines of the gold band. She knew this ring must have cost whomever paid for it a ton of money, but yet there on the dresser it sat, like a common piece of trash left on the ground to rot. This ring wasn't respected by its former owner and it was such a shame. Oh well, it wasn't like they were going to miss it. They had enough money, judging by the feel of the house, that they could just replace it if they wanted to. Despicable, how dare they treat such treasure so horribly!? Well now she was going to give this ring and everything else she gathered from the house the respect it deserved; They would almost be worshiped. Funny how someone like her would think about something like worship.

Venus slipped back to the front of the house after she had gathered a few more trinkets that had caught her eye, which included a very expensive Gucci brand purse packed with a generous amount of money. It was convenient for her because now she had something she could carry the various objects in without fear of dropping them and tainting them with the Earthen soil . Each step she took closer to the entrance of the home made her look graceful, as though she were dancing. She hadn’t been in the house long, maybe 15 minutes, but the storm had already passed. Ven opened the door to leave, and was surprised to see the faces of a couple, maybe in their early 20s, staring back at her with an equivalent look of surprise. She grinned at the two people, and showed them the ring. “Isn’t it pretty?” she said, before quickly hitting the pressure points on the back of their necks, causing them to fall onto the doorstep, unconscious. Ven slipped over the unmoving bodies. “Lock the door next time,” She taunted with a smirk as she left the unconscious couple on the doorstep and continued her pleasant stroll as though nothing had happened.

~Approved for A rank sin of Envy.

Yay

Gah! Greed is taken, his profile just has not been posted yet. >_< If you want to play a Togabito, the max rank you can start at is a C, since they aren't part of a faction. Though if you wanted to go for a different sin, or a captain, I could give you an A rank. There are also Espada positions open, but currently only B rank spots are open.

Umm...Not sure if I can do this but we need Sloth on hold for a bit. Buddy has been writing tryout for a bit and needs some more time. So he will post, just not today.

Should have told me earlier... Ulqui has also been working on a tryout for Sloth. You better talk to her if you want the position held for him. Otherwise, whoever posts first gets it.

fnwrjgnrgp >.< *hurries to finish* x_x

((I decided to stop pouting about greed *still plotting my revenge* >w> but I guess the only one left now is sloth sooooo...Trying out for Sloth))


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A crash of thunder echoed throughout a tight alley, shrouded in darkness by the shadows of the menacing brick buildings. An inch or so of cold water was standing within the allet where rain pelted down onto the pavement from the weeping dark clouds above. People on the streets on either side of the alley were running for cover from the suddon downpour and the splashing of their feet added to the noise of the storm's rage. A flash of lightning briefly lit the alley, and a passer-by saw something of a trully unfitting nature. It was unclear what he saw and even more unclear what caused him to cautiously walk into the darkness of the small space between buildings, brown, leather briefcase held above his head as some kind of cover from the rain.

"So dark..." he murmured to himself in a quiet voice. Reaching into his pocket he took out a cell phone, and with a press of a button it offered a dim light. Walking further in the man was convinced he had just been seeing things, and with his soaked suit clinging to his all but impressive form he was ready to just turn back. However he froze when he heard a quiet groan. "Who's there?!" he shouted, a bit spooked by the sign of human life. That certainly wasn't what he had been expecting. He quickly lifted hi cellphone, holding it out infront of him. His dark brown hued eyes scanned as he shined the devices light on different areas. When he had nearly made it through the width of the alley and saw nothing he asumed he had just been hearing things, but then the phones light illuminating a face not more than a few feet from his outstretched hand. "Gah!" in shock he leunged back, losing his footing and with the slick ground he was sent flying back onto his bottom, a loud splash sounding through the alley.

"Hmm...? Did I startle you?" The new voice was soft, seemingly dull just by nature, and sounded all but caring about the rain falling down on it's owner. In fact that was true. When the man shined his cell phone light again he saw the person simply lying on their stomach atop the closed lids of a dumpster, soaked to the bone and she didn't seem to have any intentions of getting up. Her long brown hair hung over the side of the garbage container, the strands dripping with water and the longest strands were floating at the tops of the puddles covering asphalt. He could make out a black fur scarf draped around her neck, saturated and clumped together and looking no better than a drowned cat. What stood out most to him in the low light was the color of her eyes. They seemed to glow with the colors of blue and green. They were not the type that he would expect to be of this world. And unbeknownst to him, he was spot on.

"W-What are you doing out here?" he questioned, his voice still a bit shaky from his surprise. Picking up his briefcase he stood, stepping closer to the dumpster. "You should get up" He advised, wondering why she was even lying there drenched in the middle of a storm that grew more violent by the moment. As a strong, chilling gust of wind swept through the alley it caused water to be blown up from the puddles and splash right into the females face. When she didn't even flinch The man frown, his brow arched. "Come on you're going to get sick lying out here in this storm." He quickly reached out and grabbed her arm, expecting that something was possibly wrong with her mentally. He felt the need to do the right thing and help her.

"I am not getting up" Her tone mde him shudder. It held the same feeling of apathy as before but this time had grown colder. Her eyes darted up to look at them and at the same time lightning flashed above them, those eyes gained a certain shine. "Leave now, annoyance.." Without any notice the man was sent flying sideways where he collided harshly with the rough surface of the brick wall. He felt his teeth cruch and snap withing his mouth and he tasted the coppery flavor of blood. 'What the...?' he couldn't comprehend what had just happened. He legs gaves way and he slid down the wall, now aware of the pain that wrack bones that were likely shattered much like his teeth. His skin wear searing with pain where the jutting bricks had torn flesh from bone. He as left on the ground, his body quaking with terror and pain. His eyes looked toward the woman, questions swirling in them that he just couldn't speak aloud. What he saw rendered him even more speechless. Her hair...those chocolate locks were twisting together like snakees in the air, all by themselves. The male's mouth was left agape, allowing the blood withing it to run down his chin and drip into the puddle that was increasingly growing red.

"You should see the look on your face. you look pretty stupid." the female stated with her sweet yet dull voice, though humor seemed to be hidden within it. How could she blame him though. It was obvious now that she wasn't human, that would bring any man to shock. It humored her everytime something like this happened and if it didn't take so much effort she would laugh. Instead she simply let a small smile grace her pale face as droplets of water flowed over her features. Her eyes were narrowed with an amused innocence and their unwordly, previous glow seemed to double. "I bet I can tell what you're thinking. Its pretty obvious when you wear an expression like that one. Really you humans are all the same" It was always the same. If some one managed to be able to form words they were ones she had heard time and time again. "Monster, monster!"she quoted, putting some volume into her voice but not to the point that it caused her to use much air or stress her throat. "Am I right?" the female asked, knowing she wouldn't receive an answer.

"If you really want to know just what I am I'll tell you." Nobody was around to hear it besides the man lying half dead on the opposite side of the alley. They had all been long gone, fleeing from the harsh storm. What she was was a secret, but she hated keeping secrets that made her hold her tongue. Any chance she had she would let them loose to anyone who would listen and these oppurtunities were perfect. If people survived they would just be labeled crazy and sent off to a home where no one would listen to anything they rambled on about. Though this one she doubted would make it that far. It was a pity really, but pity wasn't really her strong suit, not with her overwhelming apathetic ways.

"My name is Cybele Gementes..." the female wasn't sure how much her name really meant to this man. This was how she memorized her explainations though and she took pride in the effort it took to do so, always sticking to it. "...Straight from Hell I am the Embodiment of the Sin of Sloth itself" Her smile widened but became darkner with a twist of true evil. The man was simply lying there, completely still but he didn seem to grow even more fearful when she announced her title. Unlike some other he realized the danger that Cybele held, what demonic ways she trully held. For the first time in what seemed like years a giggle forced its way passed pale pink, chapped lips that obviously weren't cared for much. He looked so terrified of some one who would barely waste the energy to lift a finger. Really of all the Sins she figured she was the least threatening, lying around all day in her day dreams. Yet there her was, trembling with fright, staring up to the black sky like he was praying for some god to come and save him from this monster, to some how heal he blood covered body so he could run away. "How pointless"

Silence remained in the Alley for quite sometime, minus the bellowing thunder. Of course in time that soon faded out to nothingg more than distant rumbles. As the rain let up, Cybele could hear people again getting out into the busy streets of the city. Soon enough the streets were boom with conversation and car horns. "Looks like its time for me to go. Can't really have anyone finding me right here beside you now can I?" she turned her head to look to the man, arching a brow when she noticed there was something different about him. "Oh I guess you can't really hear me now..." The female smiled at the thought, looking far too pleased from the conclusion she came to; he had long since given up and died. "Nice meeting you, good sir" Sitting up, Cybele swung her legs over the edge of the dumpster, scooting down until her feet met with the red-hued, standing water of the thin backway street. Her boots sounded against the wet surface with splashes as she took slow strides back out to the main roads where she quickly blended in with the crowd, exceots ffor her drenched appearance that all but a few just ignored. She ignored those few looks though, simply walking on without a care for anything, head bowed back so she could look up to the clouds for the remainder of her walk home.

Just as she got to said home, a luxurious apartment, all but tidy and clean, Cybele crashed back into her couch of violet material. Not inding that she was getting that couch all wet she turned on her television which came on to the news on a channel she never remembered changing it to. For whatever reason she never flipped the channel, the most likely cause being that the remote has slipped from her hand to the black carpetted floor. She watched the unfunny sitcoms, the pointless game shows that required no skill, even the pointless blabbering of the news anchors as they spoke of a cat that saved a baby, like the cat really did anything. The brunette was just about ready to retrieve the remote when a sudden news alert headline caught her ear. Looking up to the television again her interest was peaked from a story of a man found beaten to death in alley just a few blocks away from her apartment building. Apparently police had reason to believe it was the actions of a violent gang that had beencausing trouble throughout the city. "How interesting. Gangs sure are trouble these days..." Cybele smiled knowingly and forgot all about retrieving the remote. Slouching back into the soft couch she giggled again, letting her head fall back so she could look at the ceiling. Her eyes fell to a close and in short time a loud snore filled the apartment, drowning out the voice of the lady that went on about a new story of a middle school basketball game, one evidently so much more important than a murder.


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((End is a bit rushed (for obvious reasons) but yeah. thats about it .-. also! post 1000~ >o> ))

I can tell >.<

Approved for A rank Sin of Sloth~

coolness~

After his many years of serving as the Captain of Division Six, Byakuya enjoyed his peaceful free-lance about the human world. His new home was Karakura Town, where he now roams the grounds in a gigai. Many would find this to be un-common for a male such as himself. Now that he was no longer the captain of Division Six, he no longer had a reason to be morally correct. Though his personality is still the same, he still sticks to his morals, but has less responsibilites to deal with.

Karakura Town today had a virtually warm weather, Byakuya, who now lives in a home not far off from the shop of Kisuke Urahara. Has definently adjusted to the life of a human, though he still sticks to his training. Everyday he spent around five hours in the training facility underneath the shop of Urahara. At the moment Byakuya was resting upon the roof of his residence. His gigai being left in his bedroom as he was now in his spirit form. Night fall has fallen and Byakuya decided to patrol the area. Knowing naturally this was the job of the young Substitute Soul Reaper Ichigo Kurosaki, Byakuya took it upon himself to handle any spirutal complications, if they were to happen, for the night. Nothing has changed much with his spirutal form, other than his attire. This consist of a pair of black hakuma pants, a dark blue matching top, a pair of wooden black sandles, and a dark red robe similar to the robe he weared as a captain in the soul society.

His monitoring was quite tedious, though he did felt as if there was a issue to occur. "...................." he was silent, his stance did not muster. As time elasped the sound of multiple screeches came about, this signaled the appearence of multiple hollows. With out hesitation, Byakuya vanished, utalizing his shunpo as he appeared before the hollows. The number of hollows was suprisingly five, each were chasing after two souls, a mother and her daughter. The two panic some feet from Byakuya's back side. Looking over his shoulder his slant gray irisis showing a sign of assurance to the woman and her daughter as two of the hollows took it upon themselves to strike. Their large hands striking down towards the location of Byakuya, whom was turning his head back to the five. The two large hands of the hollows created a large crater upon the ground. Byakuya manage to flash-step from the two hollow's sloppy and preditable attacks. "Pitiful......." was all that muttered from Byakuya, who was now standing upon one of the homes to the hollows left. His right hand grip the hilt of Senbonzakura as his robe swayed along with the winds of nature. "I shall end this quickly.......Scatter, Senbonzakura" as he muttered the call, all five hollows pounce. Rising within the air as Byakuya withdrawed Senbonzakura, its blade already glowing as it broke down in to thounsands of blades. Each carrying the appearence of pink flowers petals. With a sway of his bladeless hilt, the blades of senbonzakura attack circuling the five hollows and enclosing slaughtering each. Their bodies disintigrating within the air as the blades of senbonzakura formed back into one. Flash-stepping once more, Byakuya appeared before the woman and her daughter. Swinging his blade within the air as he press the tip of his hilt upon each of their foreheads. Their bodies gave of a white glow as they were sent to the soul society. Sheifting his blade, Byakuya took off in a pace down the streets of Karakura, his body shunpo-ing off as he turned in for the night. His job having to be done, as he still felt that a challenge for himself and Senbonzakura has not been met.

Because of all the spelling/grammatical errors and the fact that individual actions and personality were not as well-described as they could have been, I cannot accept this for an A rank character. Sorry! >.<

Kakashei roamed around the seireitei, today was a joyous occasion. He was the newly assigned captain of Squad five. Having to accomplish what he work so many years for, he felt as if today would be a celebration of some kind. Though he loath celebrations he made a exception for the fact that he was in a happy mood. Moving about the streets, his steps were at a slow pace. His wooden black sandles gave off a echo through the ally-way of the seireitei as he walk. "I can't believe it! I am finally a captain, to be able to be acknowledged and credited as a leader to others. It was just a while back where i was simply a un-seated officer." he states as he reminisce to his days as a un-seated officer. A light smile formed upon his lips as he came to a stop. He could hear his name being called some feet behind him. Turning, his gaze shifted to three of his former squad mates. One of them towered some inches over the 5ft 10inch frame of Kakashei. Kakashei's caramel colored skin tone gave off a natural glow underneath the light of the suns rays. Strands of his light brown hair fell down before his forehead, as his light green oculars shifted to all three males flashing a light smile as he did. "What do you think? Does the robe fit me?" he asked. Lengthing out his arms as he gaved them a look at his new white captains robe. "Looks to big on you, makes you look like a child." anwsered one of his friends. "It looks cool, wish i was a captain." anwserd the second. "Its not all that, it would look better on someone who could fit it." anwsered the last. Chuckling, Kakashei fix his robe his gaze shifting to his attire as he responded. "Well, you do know that you are talking to a captain now, right? Meaning, i could have you thrown behind bars because of your insults. he stated as his tone was more dark and controlling. His gazed raised to the three as he gave a menacing look to each. The three shinigami had a momentary look of embarrassment and fear. "Yes sir! We apologize for our idiotic insults, Captain Hakuro!" all three spoke in a harmonious fashion. A silence turn about before it was broken by the chuckle of Kakashei. "That was to easy, i think i am going to like being a captain. I can't believe you three believed me." he spoke as his gaze went back to the three. "Anyway, i have to go, got captain duties to attend too. Adios, my three amigos!" he stated as he turned his back to the three. Walking off in a slow strut as he raised his hand for a wave, before flash-stepping off into the distance.

Appearing before the squad barracks, Kakashei took his time patroling the area. Entering the squad barracks, he went to go and greet all of the un-seated officers. He signaled for all to round up outside, turning his back to them as he exited the barracks. Walking to his office barracks, he came to a stop before his doors, turning as he look to the shinigami. Each lining up in a military manner as Kakashei raisied his brow. Clearing his throat, he flashstep some feet into the air. Looking out over them all as a smile formed upon his lips. "Salutations, my name is Kakashei Hakuro, i am the new captain of squad five. Just like you, i know how it feels to have to get to know a new captain, and have to work under someone who was in the same position you were not to long ago. This is why i want you all to be assured, i am not a hard ass. I do demand that you all do your job and not slack off though, but i will not be a prude about it. I ask you all to trust in me to be your captain. My sole duty is to you all and the soul society. As long as you do your job, we will have no problems. Please feel free to come in my office at any time, if there is something you will like to ask." he ends his speech with a gracious bow, and proceeded back to the ground. With that, he entered into his office. His light green emerald irisis shifted about the room as he walk up to his desk. A look of joy and amazement swept over upon his expression as he removed his captains robe. Placing it upon a hook not far behind the chair of his desk. He now stood dress in his sleeveless black shinigami wear. His one hundred and eighty pound frame jumping over his chair and onto his seat as he felt like a kid at a candy store. He couldn't remember a more happiest of times, he was now a captain and was now able to live his dream. His smile soon faded as he actually look to his desk, his eyes looking up to the multiple stacks of papers as he then formed a frown. "Why?!" was all he could think of as he pick up a pen and went to work. "I wonder if its to late to ask to be a leutinent instead" he questioned in thought, filling out and reading over the large stacks of paper one by one, sadden by his new aquired job.