Volta

Hollow

Name: Volta (last name unknown)

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Height: 6 foot 6

Weight: 220 lbs

Appearance: Volta is a mass of black, shaped slightly like a humanoid. He has pitch black eyes, no hair, and long white claws that are coated in dried blood. His head is covered in long white horns that take the place of his hair. His body seems muscular and powerful.

Personality: Unlike most newborn hollow, Volta is fairly intelligent. He has retained his ability to communicate, use reasoning, and feel emotions. On the other hand, he has forgotten everything about his life except his first name. Volta often feels sorrow for those he is forced to consume, so he only fights those who come after him. Slowly, his feelings of compassion are losing out against his greed for power.

History: Byuuto Voruta (known as "Volta" to his friends) was born into a single parent household. His father was a doctor and his mother had died while giving birth to him. At the age of five, he learned that not all people are good as bullies would chase him home and beat him up. So Volta was not born a fighter, he had battle forced upon him early on in life. These bullies picked on him because he didn't have a mother, they never left him alone. He went through this for over two years. At this time, he could out run the hands and feet of his enemies, but not their jeers. His father, knowing of his troubles, bought him a wooden sword and told him to do what he had to.

At the end of school the next day, he refused to run as the other boys began circling in on him again. He retrieved the sword from a hiding place and began returning the pain that they had inflicted on him. And though he came home tired and bloody that day, he was happy. He knew that the things said about his mother were not likely to be repeated, and he felt her smiling at him.

Seven years passed and during those seven years, Volta continued to train. At the age of 14, he now had many friends, some of them were the boys that used to bully him. He knew now that they did what they did because if they hadn't, they would've ended up beaten just like Volta. He doesn't consider that an excuse, he knows that bad judgement is a large part of being young. But some things never change, some of his friends were still being bullied by the same pathetic dunces from seven years ago. At this time they all knew how to fight, but Volta was the only one with the speed to contest their brawn. He began his bullied friends how to fight as he does and though none of them learned as fast as he did, their power did grow. As a group, they began fending off their enemies and after awhile, no one dared to mess with Volta's friends.

Five years went by with no problems, but Volta began seeing things that others didn't. Big, black monsters that destroyed streets and structures, looking for small ghostlike beings. He mentioned them to his friends one day, but they all looked at him like he was crazy. After this discussion, two of his closest friends approached him and informed him that they too had seen the monsters. They formed a plan, they decided to try and fight the monsters. A week later, five of the monsters appeared near their school. The three of them ran out to meet the monsters, but someone in a black kimono was struggling to fight them. Volta and his friends joined in the fight, but were ineffective. The shinigami screamed something and destroyed three hollow with a burst of blue. Volta had been yearning to see the shinigami's face all throughout the fight and it had been distracting him.

Suddenly he fell, feeling the claws of a hollow at his back, the shinigami rushed over to him and attempted to heal him, but had no success. Volta peered at the face of the shinigami, feeling as if he'd seen her face before. He felt death drag his soul from his body, this happened because of the same bad judgment he thought he was too good for. The hollow attempted to devour him, but at the same time the shinigami was performing a soul burial. In the end, Volta's spirit was consumed and sent to Hueco Mundo.

Strangely, the power of the soul burial allowed Volta enough power to take over the hollow's body. Volta retained his personality, but lost his memory. In the white sand of Hueco Mundo he laid there... waiting to remember.

Each character gets 60 points to assign to either:

Spirit power: 10

Speed: 15

Intelligence: 20

Fighting skill: 15

((These stats reflect your training and focus area of your character though in no way determine if you are better than another character in a stat. Only your roleplaying can determine that... Remember that these can not increase or decrease, they will not change...))

Custom Hollow Abilities:
((These should be completely original techniques or powers of your hollow. Please note Cero's will be mentioned in the initial information forum with the stat system explained.))

Ability 1:
Smell - Volta gains the power to overwhelm and control other people's sense of smell.

Ability 2: ((rank 1- slightly more powerful than ability number one))

Ability 3: (Rank 3. Something with a strong amount of power. This will be able to compete with a shikai's power.)

Ability 4: (Rank 6. Something with awesome power. This will be able to compete with a bankai's power.)

Rp sample: A sigh echoed throughout the white sand, but Volta couldn't figure out who made the sound. He continued to lay in the sand, until he found that he had arms. He moved them and smiled, surprised to find himself with any control. He found that he had fingers and wiggled them, marveling at the beautiful white claws at the end of them. As he discovered his limbs and found that he still had a body and some amount of sentience, he found a voice.

“Where the hell am I?” he said.

The breath of a beast fell upon his back, startling him. A blast of white hot energy struck him and he felt the hot, stickiness of blood spreading around him. He smiled at the pain, rising and slicing through the enemy repeatedly, not knowing what else should be done. Once the ragged breathing of his enemy ceased, Volta consumed him and felt his power increase. He looked around Hueco Mundo and laughed hauntingly, realizing that this place could offer him something that he'd always wanted but never could really have: power.