Lanza

Name: Lanza (Spanish for spear)

Age: 6000+

Gender Male

Appearance:

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Personality: tends to have dual personalities, is for the most part calm, quite and a lazy ass that would prefer lazing around, napping then fighting or doing… well anything really when in this mood he normally has his hands in his pocks and slouches with a look in his eyes that makes him look like he is day dreaming.

His other side snaps when someone tries to attack him or he get frustrated, he becomes sick and twisted, eager to fight and very hot headed normally jumping in before thinking ahead and has displayed an extent of blood lust.

History:

*Yawn*

That was the way he normally greeted every morning, Lanza stretched and rubbed his face sleepily, despite the fact that he has been awake for the past 2 hours, the old 11th division captain now squad 0 member never shifted his lazy ways, he scratched the back of his head as he walked down one of the many corridors in the Kings realm, he was one of the founding members of the squad, who came to the Kings aid when the Dragon God, Ryuujin, attacked the Spirit King, he mused back on the event, it was one of the most fearsome battles ever seen in all of history but now he was bored, he was honed to be promoted to one of the Kings body guards but for the next few hundred years things had been…. Quite.

With no invaders Lanza had only needed to draw his zanpakuto only in sparing matches with his comrades, and when you have been fighting with someone for the last 1000 years it was no longer fun, he yawned again turning a corner and entering the guards meeting room, sighting to himself when he found he was the last one to show up.

“Well, well glad you could join us sleeping beauty.” one of his comrades jibed.

“Quite,” he snored back, before he yawned again, “its not MY fault someone decided to get drunk and make me do their night shift.”

“What’s that? The legendary Lanza Kenpachi got bullied into doing another’s work?” another giggled.

“I’m not the squad 11th captain anymore so you can drop the Kenpachi already.”

He sat down at the table, folding his arms in front of him in its wooden surface, he then laid his head down on his arms and closed his eyes attempting to go back to sleep, that was till he was smacked on the back of the head by his commanding officer, he glared at him and grumbled as he rubbed his head even though it did not hurt.

“We have reports that Ryuujin has returned and is now an Arrancar, at this moment of time he is attacking Soul Society.”

With throws words Lanza was back in the heat of battle, his zanpakuto was covered in thick hollow blood as he cut through the seemingly endless mass of them, the only thing he could hear was his blood rushing around his head, this is what he had missed for all the years a real fight. It came in a flash of black and burning embers, Lanza blocked the clawed hand of the arrancar that looked to slash open his torso.

“Long time no see, Lanza.” the black haired dragon horned arrancar growled.

“Ryuujin!” he snarled, “I will defeat you just like last time!”

Lanza’s body jerked as pain spread through his system, the tang of copper filling his mouth as he looked down, Ryuujin’s hand had passed through his chest and into his heart.

“Oh what was that?” the hollow laughed, “I could not hear over the sound of your flesh giving in to my attack.”

The new few years where a blur to him, he could remember turning into a hollow but after that…. It was like his mind could not hold and comprehend any memory, the only thing he could realise was a deep hunger that made him hunt and eat souls with out a thought, he did not know how many years passed like this, in a confusing chaos of hunger and darkness before he became more aware of what he was, his form, his way of hunting and the endless night over him, it was at this time he found a hunger for living souls and even Shinigami.

After… he did not know how long, he found himself being drawn to other hollows and feasting upon them in some depraved feeding frenzy, he did not know what happened but soon he found himself back in the world of darkness and confusion, it was like he was trapped in a dark pit and there was others drying to drag him down and smother him, but he did not give up he clawed his way to the surface and soon found himself the controlling mind of a Gillian-class hollow.

That is when the hunger returned tenfold, he devoured the other Gillians around him in a starved rage and soon evolved into an Adjuchas, he ran across the endless desert of Hueco Mundo, killing and feeding on every hollow he came across, till one night under the endless moon something happened that had not happened in over 400 years.

*Yawn*

He rose a hand up to rubbed his face, but was shocked to find a mask there, he ran his clawed fingers over it, wonder why it was there, finding the edge of his mask he tugged at it.

Needless to say, the rest is history.