Ikusa

Name: Ikusa

Age: 300
Visual: 15

Gender Male

Appearance:

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Personality: Ikusa always rushes into things. He never actually thinks something through before doing it. Ikusa isn't very smart, but he can figure stuff out with time. He loves fighting, and doesn't care who he fights as long as it's a fight. Ikusa never really cared about making friends, so he doesn't really know what it's like to have friends. The only people he is nice to his women. Ikusa can be cocky, and hard headed, but he doesn't care.

History:

Ikusa grew up in the streets of New york. Lovely place, if you ask Ikusa. He had no money to his name, and never knew who his parents were. Ikusa grew up by doing cheap stuff just to get money. He would sweep the floors of stuff, getting so little money. Ikusa never really cared about how much money he got, but he cared about the work. He never knew what had happened to his parents, nor did he care. Some had told him that his parents were rich. Lies. People told him that just to make him feel better, but it didn't. His parents were hated people. His parents were so cruel, that when they heard that their son had been found they turned Ikusa down. Pain. That's the feeling he felt. The pain, that no one on the face of the earth loved him. When Ikusa was 12 he worked at a Gym. In exchange for working, he was taught Marital arts. Ikusa loved the sport. He was a amazing Martial Artist. So good he could take down people twice his size. Ikusa would always tell his opponents that they were weak, and could never be as strong as him. Of course they made them angry. Ikusa never really cared about others feelings, perhaps he got that from his parents. 3 years later he died. How he died he cannot know. He got a concussion in a fight. All he could remember was that he got into a fight in a alley. Ikusa could only remember a couple thing when he was a spirit, but he didn't care.

Ikusa haunted the gang that killed him. One day, he would bring mass destruction on them. Love. He loved to see them afraid, and in pain. Ikusa would haunt their dreams, bringing their worst fears to life. Oh it was so fun for him. Ikusa later left them, and moved on to the city. Hollows wanted to pick a fight with. Ikusa gave them a fight alright, but one fight left him in pain. He was fighting a hollow like any other day, but this on won. For his punishment, Ikusa had to serve the hollow. Soon Ikusa grew a hole in his chest. The joy of being a hollow, was so pleasing for Ikusa. He soon defeated the hollow, and killed him. Oh how Ikusa loved being a hollow. He soon learned how to use a sword, how he learned he would never know. He just forgot. Ikusa learned that sometimes he just forgot certain things. Hatred. He hated not remembering things. Shooting stars never granted you a wish. Just another lie. Ikusa hated his life. He wanted to take it away, but didn't. It seemed that everyone else had some special power, expect Ikusa. He always wanted to learn his, but every time he seemed to learn it, he forgot. Ikusa would never find anything in his life. He would just forget. Ikusa soon regained everything, through some miracle. Joy. It was a joy to learn everything. Ikusa soon found that he loved sand. Just the way it felt, how it was made. It was every where. Ikusa made a home of the home of the most sand. The beach. Ikusa left that place, and found his way to Hueco Mundo. He loved it there, even more than the beach. Ikusa loved the strength that everyone had there. It seemed that he was the weakest of them all, so he trained daily. For days, he would not sleep but train. He would not even eat or drink, but train. Soon his harsh training was done. He now was no longer weak. Ikusa didn't pick many fight in his home, but he picked some. Ikusa enjoyed the place a lot.

Innate Ability: Ikusa can manipulate sand. Making it into anything he wants. He can bring sand from the ground, and use it. The only place he can't use sand in, is a room. The sand is just normal sand, nothing more.

Just a note, NO CANON CHARRIES! Other than that, have fun!

Alright, I'm done.

So let me get this straight... you're a dead spirit that has a chain on him who is supposed to be a spirit who is almost like a human... but dead... and he fought Hollows like it was nothing and beat them?