Kuroi Watarigarasu (Meaning- "Black Raven")Age:
Freelancing (Unless someone wants him!~)Appearance: Personality:
Kuroi is a sadistic, twisted, and all around fucked up person. He has no real 'good' morals because really, he has seen and done it all. Being sane or 'good' is a bore and he prefers to live on the wild side. Some of his favorite activities are illegal in many places and often, he commits these 'crimes' for pleasure anyway. He always loves a good joke and sometimes tends to get carried away with some things, and, this can get quite out of hand due to his lack of morals. Kuroi is always quite the character, with his thousands of different personalities to match a certain mood, he is not one to forget easily after meeting. If you survive, that is.Abilities:
A rusty dagger. ~Release:
"A word to the wise... When the fire dies, you think it's over but it's just begun! Pero nena no llores... (But baby don't cry)."Resurrección:
Whenever Kuroi stabs or slices with his blade, a phantom weapon made of his reiatsu makes the exact same motion directly in front of the opponent. This would be
relatively difficult to dodge, but not impossible. It can be medium, long, or short range
(depending on the situation and his concentration) and potentially deadly. Example; slashing at them from 50 meters and the blade will slash at them from directly in front.History:
Kuroi grew up in a home where he was not wanted. His mother was an alcoholic and often got violent over the most stupid things, she was an abomination. His father was no better with his extremely short temper and constant need to hit things for no reason at all. His parents were complete pricks. With every fiber of his being, he hated them. From this life he lived in complete torture, his personality and cruelness was molded.
As a kid, Kuroi was always the silent one who finished all his homework and got straight A’s. He was the type who would sit in the back, excluding himself from any human contact and just make his way up the latter to success. Often enough, Kuroi would get himself into trouble, whether it is something simple as getting into fights with complete moronic and pompous people, or defacing the property of the school and his fellow classmates. He was a hateful person, and everyone avoided him, to be honest, he liked that. Humans were not exactly his cup of tea, he was happy being alone most of the times.
One day during school, he was sitting through one of his favorite classes; history. He found history absolutely fascinating, though he did not show it…or, anything really. Kuroi was having one of those days where nothing seemed to go right. First period he was pelted with bits of paper like he was in middle school again. Kuroi had spent the entire class thinking of ways to kill them slowly as he tried his best to pay attention to the lesson. If that was not bad enough, study hall and period two were filled with complete morons who did nothing but discuss pointless television shows and their… parts. Disgusted by the decline of human intelligence in conversation, he did his best to ignore them.
As the day went on like this, he began to lose his patience. All day he was surrounded by pompous teenagers who had nothing better to do than distract their friends with random crap that popped into their small minds. Does the bullshit never cease? The only things running through his mind was how much he wanted all of this to end. At last, period six had arrived, just forty five minutes to go…
Every few seconds, his black eyes darted to the clock as the teacher droned on about the lesson. Not paying too much attention, he watched the clock tick. Kuroi then glanced down at his paper to make on her was copying notes, and began to draw. He drew several disturbing sketches of the fates he made for all of the morons in his classes. Oh how I wish it were real…if only… He sneered in his mind. As he looked up at the clock, his spirit was lifted a tad as he realized there was only five minutes left. Starting to pack up like his fellow classmates, he bent over to get his book bag beside him on the floor.
Little to his knowledge, however, someone else had a seemingly brilliant idea. As Kuroi slid his binder into his book bag, he began to zip the sides up. One of his classmates, Shane, was behind him with a large grin on his face. One of his chubby, pig-like friends beside him egged him on as Kuroi’s zipper caught on the fabric, distracting him further from the situation behind him.”Do it man. Creeps like that are so fucking fun to piss off. Watch him use big words and his face turn into a tomato.” The boy said with a cackle. Shane moved forward and lifted his foot upward and pulled his kneed back. Pushing his foot forward hard, he laughed loudly as his foot made contact with Alinando’s rear end.
Being forced forward onto his stomach, he was launched over his book bag and put his hands in front of him to protect him from any impact. In his fall, he pushed forward a desk in front of him with no injuries. Standing up, stretching to full height, he froze. Still looking forward with his face facing the wall, his mind ran through a million thoughts. Shane’s gang laughed loudly when they witnessed the effect of his kick. Their faces fell in unison as they got no reaction. Kuroi turned slowly and looked directly into Shane’s eyes. Walking forward to him without uttering a word, he stood about two inches from his face, his nose almost touching Shane’s. His posse exchanged looks of fear as they left their leader, they chose a smart path. His lips curled into a snarl as a glimpse of red could be seen every few seconds. ”Not very smart, are you? You think because you have a posse that you are tough? You know nothing about the battle field. You are pathetic. You are a waste of human life. How can one stand without a spine, you foul little cockroach.” He said with a sneer. The bell rang and his classmates were still glued to the spot, watching the scene (the teacher at the time had stepped out for a moment).
Everyone waited for an outbreak or a reaction from Shane. To everyone’s surprise, Shane has backed up a few inches without dropping his gaze from Kuroi. Kuroi walked right up to him again, his eyes flashing a deep red. “Goodbye.” Kuroi told him cruelly before his hand darted up and wrapped around his neck forcefully. Digging his thumb into his pressure point hard, he snapped his neck sideways as well. Shane imploded and his windpipe was shattered, causing immediate death. Grinning widely, Kuroi walked out of the room as though nothing happened. He hated his school, his life, and the world around him. Time for change, he thought evilly. Kuroi never set foot in the school again, and moved out of his parents’ house. He was only 16 at the time, but he didn’t give a fuck. It was time to make a new life.
During his new life in his ‘friend’s’ apartment, he met many new people. Some he could tolerate, like Celeste. Celeste was a human he had grown up with, and actually went to school together since they were kids. Kuroi considered her to be more of a family member, maybe a distant family member, than friend; but it didn’t matter now. Always on the lookout for something better, he often ignored Celeste and now had little interest in her. Or so he thought.
Time passed as they grew up together, and on her 18th birthday, he realized that she had secretly had always been something more... Something... Better. Something not human, something he desired. A week after her birthday, he proposed to her and handed her his heart, in hopes she would accept. However, to his surprise, he got a flat out refusal. Surprised by this, he stood there gazing blankly at her - and she laughed. His eyes flashed with a rage of a thousand suns as he grabbed a knife and her. He murdered he cruelly and without mercy, and later on pretended she had never said no. He took her body and danced with her, holding her close, before later taking her into his room for their... 'honeymoon'. It was then he found out that she had only passed out, and not died. She was really not human. He stood there once more staring blankly before she grabbed the knife he had used on her and cackled hysterically before chasing him around and murdering him. He thought it was all over... Until an hour later... He woke up. He and Celeste talked and argued about leaving each other and not wanting to see each other again... Until it struck Kuroi that he really did love her, or at least, felt strongly about her. She forgave him for everything on that night, but she also told him something else. She told him from the moment she met him, she knew what he was, she sensed him. Being totally confused, he asked what she meant. Celeste then told him he was an arrancar, and explained everything. For the next few weeks, she stayed and coped him through his confusion, but as his strength grew... She changed and so did he.
They, over time, decided it would be best if they simply stayed seperate for a bit to simply have some space to breathe and to ready themselves further for a commitment. Then and only then would they return to embrace each other once more. Then and only then would she find him again, and come to him. Until then, Kuroi was now facing the world on his own... And from that moment... Her leaving him changed Kuroi. For the worst or better, it can be controversial. Nonetheless, he changed. And hoped she would someday return to him and they could live together forever. Until then... Kuroi hid this secret from everyone in case it were to come back and be used against him somehow. After years of being without her, he began to break from the longing and pain, virtually torturing himself and making his insanity heighten with each passing day. He began to look for her, and would be reminded of her every few moments, to the point it would hurt him. So he continued his search in hopes he would find her, to tell her how much he really needed her, but revealed it to no one his true intentions. He mostly told him that she was a relative he longed to find, and would have several breakdowns from his insanity with the search, to which most though this woman was a close sister of some sort, so they often sympathized with him. He never gave up, and to this day he searches far and wide for his love... Though one would never know or ask this man. Would you?