Derick Eberstark

Name: Derick Eberstark
Age: 100 years
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 174 Lbs
Gender: Male

Personality: Derick is a loud and outspoken individual, never afraid to speak his mind and pay the price later. He has a natural affinity for fighting, loving the thrill and challenge of it.

Appearance: Derick is a trim man, and he sees it fit to present himself properly. He wears his Death god uniform tight, as if it were a business outfit, or a proper military uniform. His sword has a place at his side, a belt loop modified to fit his scabbard easily, though usually he prefers to carry his sheathed sword in his left hand, making it easy to draw in combat. The scabbard is made of a spirit imbued steel, and Derick uses that in his fighting as well, giving him more of an incentive to carry the weapon as he does. The belt loop is seen more as a formality, and he places his blade there at times he's meeting with important people

Sealed Zanpakutō: Derick's blade looks mainly like a slandered size katana. The only signifying features of the blade are it's hilt wrapping, which is red cloth, and a guard in the shape of a Swastika.

History/Background: Derick was born in Nazi Germany, a few years before the start of World war two. He enlisted at the age of 19, and rose quickly in the ranks. He gained a position in the Schutzstaffel through bravery on the battle field. Until that time, he and other foot soldiers were kept in the dark about what was happening with the Holocaust, and upon discovering of what was happening, Derick immediately turned against his fellow officers without hesitation, and was shot and killed soon after.

Upon arrival at the soul society, He immediately recognized the Soul Reapers as the Seireitei's form of military and joined the academy quickly, seeking some form of comfort in something he had known.

Spirit power: 3

Speed: 5

Intelligence: 5

Kidou Mastery: 0

Fighting skill: 7

Rp sample: Well, let me know if this is cheating. I took one of my posts on another Bleach RP I'm in to use as a sample here. Basically we have Kajh, an arabic human trying to deal with an inner Hollow. My task was to get him from the living world into Hueco Mundo, where the rest of the RP'ers were. I also used this to show the black and white relationship Kajh had with his inner Hollow, where one or the other was in total control for a set amount of time.


Kajh walked through the streets of Kahmis Mushait, taking in the sights of the small Saudi Arabian town. It was just one small stop on his journey; he didn't know where that would put him when it was over, but he knew this wasn't the end. He still had no idea how to control the Demon inside of him, or better yet, how to get rid of the blasted thing. He sighed, scratching his head. The Hollow, Dume, lay asleep inside of him, for now, but it was only a short period of time now before he took control again. Kajh took some comfort in the agreement he had made, at least this way he knew when the other was taking control, and when he'd have it again. Even now, dormant, Kajh could feel the Hollow, like a small bundle of furious emotions in the back of his head.

Without warning he felt something else. A Hollow. He knew the feeling immediately, and quickly ducked into a side ally, out of the crowd, and quickly found himself at the city limits. He knew the worst thing he could do to these people was have a Hollow chase him around inside their city. With a deep breath, he raised his fists, looking around for the Hollow. "Come on out." He said calmly. "This is hardly the first time I've had to deal with you."

To his eyes, a black hole opened in the sky a short distance away from him. "It may not be your first, but it'll surely be your last!" A voice spoke from within the hole. A white mask emerged, followed by a hulking grayish body. Kajh shuddered at the sight of the demon.

"I don't have time for this, I have to finish it quickly." He muttered to himself, before rushing at the Hollow. He didn't want to be fighting when Dume took over, the ox was so bullheaded he'd probably get one of those Menos Grande things to come after him. He punched the thing straight in the mask and it screamed. Kajh almost felt like screaming too; his knuckles were on fire! He had hoped his hand would break the mask quickly, like it did with some others, but hat wasn't the case here. Enraged, the Hollow swept a a massive hand at Kajh, which he quickly dodged with a jump back.

No matter. He had found that if he just kept beating and beating, the mask would break. He charged at the Hollow again, fainting towards the mask. The Hollow put it's hands up to block his face, and Kajh went down, sweeping his feet out from underneath him. He jumped up onto the Hollow, who had found itself on it's belly, and drove a powerful kick into the Hollows mask.

To his surprise, the kick had no more of an effect then the punch. The Hollow quickly flipped onto it's back and grabbed Kajh by the leg. It stood up, holding Kajh suspended above the ground. He struggled, but it was hopeless. "You insult me with those measly attacks!" The Hollow spat, his face inches from Kajh. "I'm no ordinary Hollow; I am an Adjucha!" Kajh blinked, he had never heard of this Adjucha thing, but obviously it was a bit more powerful then he.

Angrily, the Adjucha threw him into the hole it had bore open. Kajh gasped, blackness surrounded him. "I'm going to send you to my home, and devour everything that used to be you in comfort!" He heard the voice say, following him. To his despair, he felt his time run out. Times up! He heard a hoarse voice yell in his head. I'm coming out! Kajh sighed and closed his eyes. "Fine, I'm ready." He said. He had no other choice. If he didn't submit, the Demon's power would crush him. He felt as if he was going to sleep....

Dume opened his eyes, and flashed a wild grin. "Whoo hoo!!" He said, with a laugh. "Hello one more week of freedom! I'm gonna raise hell!!" He said, expertly positioning his body in mid flight. A second hole opened in front of him, and he landed against what looked like a tree with a subtle ease about him. He looked to where he had come from, and saw the Adjucha following close behind.

"Hey, bitch!" He called to the Adjucha aggressively. "How dare you even dream of eating me!" The Adjucha looked at him, confused for a moment, then continued his charge. Dume spat, and kicked off the tree where he had himself perched. He put a fist out, and flew straight through the Hollows mask, hardly even slowing down. He landed on the ground behind the creature, hearing it manage to give a feint surprised "What?!" before disappearing. He pumped his fist. "Damn right! I'm the baddest motha that ever got into the shithole!!" He yelled out talking to know one in particular. "Where the hell am I anyways!? Someone tell me!"

No response came from anywhere, and Dume spat on the sandy floor. "Fuh. I guess everyone here's too yella to even show there face. Fine!" He said decisively. "I'll go find you guys! I'll beat the answers out, then walk the fuck out!" He said, beginning to walk. There was certain, confident strut about him as he walked, and he began to change his appearance. He pulled off his head wrap, letting his long black mane fall down. He began putting it into dreadlocks, adding the silver bands that completed the look, and began adding silver rings on his fingers, ears, and one for his nose. He seemed to show no fear of being in this strange place.

If you're more interested in showing what I can do with Derick, I'll gladly write something else.

welcome aboard Bread!
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