Advocate of Death- Life, the hollow

Hollow Template

Name: Angeal Life Erbat

Age: Human: 17 - Time As Hollow: 8 years

Gender: Male

Race: Portugese/Hispanic

Birthplace: Born in portugal, died in Australia.

Height: 6'3 (human form?) 5ft in length (wolf hollow form)

Weight: 79kg (human form and wolf form)

Appearance: Has a very large wolf like appearance. Almost like a dire wolf except its face is covered with an exoskeleton like mask. Sharp claws, strong legs, a typical canine appearance. (Im not sure what i describe here for a non arrancar hollow)

Example of its exo-skull


Personality: Angeals personality type is that of the ultimate devil's advocate, thriving on the process of shredding arguments and beliefs and letting the ribbons drift in the wind for all to see. Unlike some others, Angeal doesn't do this because he is trying to achieve some deeper purpose or strategic goal, but for the simple reason that it's fun. No one loves the process of mental sparring more than He does, as it gives him a chance to exercise his effortlessly quick wit, broad accumulated knowledge base, and capacity for connecting disparate ideas to prove his points.

Playing the devil's advocate helps people with his personality type to not only develop a better sense of others' reasoning, but a better understanding of opposing ideas - since he is the ones arguing them.

This tactic shouldn't be confused with the sort of mutual understanding Diplomats seek - He, like all Analyst personality types, are on a constant quest for knowledge, and what better way to gain it than to attack and defend an idea, from every angle, from every side?

Taking a certain pleasure in being the underdog, Angeal enjoys the mental exercise found in questioning the prevailing mode of thought, making them irreplaceable in reworking existing systems or shaking things up and pushing them in clever new directions. However, he'll be miserable managing the day-to-day mechanics of actually implementing his suggestions. Angeal loves to brainstorm and think big, but he will avoid getting caught doing the "grunt work" at all costs.

Stats:

Spirit Power: 20(This is you're stamina reserve, durability and also the amount of power you can unleash with your abilities.)

Speed: 20(Speed is pretty straight forward. It has an effect on your overall movement, attack and evasion.)

Technique: 0(This stat covers you're skill with Kido allowing someone with high Technique to unleash spells with greater power. It also allows a character to grasp abilities more quickly and construct complex Inventions.)

Fighting Skill: 20(This is your basic power skill. It determines how well you utilize your chosen fighting style, the defence you are able to put up against a foe (counters, parry, blocks etc) and the power behind your strikes.)


Techniques/Abilities: (What are the techniques, or abilities that you have? Example: Orihime can heal, and make shields. Please list the abilites, and describe them. Okay everyone starts with a basic 3 techniques and at Rank 3 and Rank 6 you are allowed to add more, please read the ability rules for more information. Your powers should be relatively low powered. Please be descriptive of these abilities.)

Ability 1:

Ability 2:

Ability 3:

History: Angeal Life Erbat as a kid was very shy and had a big heart. He lived alone with his father in a forest shack where they would cut trees and make furniture and other things from the wood which was then sold to a certain company exclusively that made a contract with them. His father taught him many things, morals, values, respect and politeness since he was alone being nice to the few people that came along was easy. Among those things his father also home schooled him.

Angeal was a mammas boy, he loved his mother deeply and was found holding onto her whenever they went out into town to buy food. Sadly, he one day he saw a dog who was wandering carelessly through the windy park and found itself stuck in a rushing river and having the big heart he usually had he jumped in to save it. However he was much too weak and succumbed to the currents, his mother was distraught and jumped in after him, managing to save him and the dog. However, just as she was about to pull herself out a loose rock was pulled across the river due to the current and slammed into her ribs, the pain was to much and she was too tired to move. No one ever saw her again. He blames himself for what happened everyday.

When Angeal turned 13 it was time for him to get an academic education, he lived with his uncle in a large apartment, he was tall and very strong from working with his father (cutting trees and lifting heavy furniture). High-school was nothing like he expected, no one was friendly, people hanged around with each other in small groups and no one wanted to be his friend. Even though he was stronger and taller than everyone in his year this only served to get him picked on even more as people felt intimidated.

A few years later when he was 17 his heart grew cold and learnt to find peace in solitude. No one dared to pick on him after he went through his growth spurt standing at 6"3 with mostly muscle on his body, if anyone came near him he just simply scared them off with his tough guy act. On the anniversary of his mothers death he fell into deep depression, his uncle decided that he should let loose giving him some money to go out to a club. Due to his tall and muscular body no one doubted her was underage, he even had pubic hair.

At the clubs he got wasted and mingled with many women who where hungry for a body like his. For once he would be able to forget about his troubles and also hopefully discover the wonders of being an adult without legally being an adult yet. In the morning he woke up in his uncles apartment with two women by his side, he felt terrible and great at the same time but at least his depression was gone.

For many weeks history repeated itself, he eventually managed to get a girlfriend and they had a beautiful relationship for many months. One night at the clubs he saw his girlfriend leaving with another guy, he couldn't believe what was going on and chased her out the door. She left in the guys car and it was much too late to drive, he was too intoxicated. He walked back into the club and got so wasted he could no longer breathe and collapsed onto the floor. With no one who actually cared about him around he faded in and out of consciousness until someone called the ambulance when they finally figured someone who was passed out on the floor might actually need some help.

They began to pump his stomach on the way to the hospital but it was no use. His blood was already poisoned to the point of no return as his heart gave in, one organ after another shutting down as his body convulsed violently. The doctor and driver watched in shock as he finally slipped out of the physical realm. The ambulance pulled over and took a break, the loss of his life took a heavy toll on their mental strain as they called the authorities to handle the body.

His spirit wandered helplessly around the city with no purpose, he just continually cried in pity for himself as a shackle started to form in his chest. His fate was sealed.

Role Playing Sample: Avalanche began to really despise this tiny insolent human. It's rage began to become noticeable as its eye glowed a deep red that was trailed by its movements, it let out a tremendously mammoth bellow causing the ground to shudder. It was so terrifying the blood started to flee from Ls face and his stomach began to curdle. It began to stampede towards him, ploughing through the masses of snow 'neath it. He bit down on his lip hard to regain focus to the point it cut it open slightly. His eyes snapped back to the beast and began to analyse the situation, he was to keep one step ahead of this beast, no matter what. One of his favourite songs began to play in his head as his strategy unfolded in his mind. He began to whisper slowly as it all played out in his mind "On right foot forward.. Left, right, back, up, forward, strike!" The other possibilities had also played out however judging by the speed and footsteps of the beast he could tell in which way the beast would strike.

It was time... the beast as calculated stepped with its right foot forward, leading in with a strike with its right arm as predicted. He dashed left leaving the whole beasts body wide open and slashed at its ribs. The beast in fury turned and attacking with its left arm, so obvious.. he dashed to the right and slashed the other side. The beast, not wanting to make the same mistake turned and attacked with both hands, bringing them down like a hammer. L smirked, the beast was so predictable. He dashed backwards avoiding the blow and jumped up into the air spinning to give him momentum as he flipped over the titans colossal body. The beast couldn't react in time as he dashed forward jumping onto its back and driving his blade deep into the beasts spine paralysing it for the moment, it couldn't respond to his attack at all with the exception being a cry of pain and despair. Over the course of those movements only 6 seconds had passed.