Vergil Rapshodos

Name: Vergil Rapshodos

Race: Espada

Age: 21 Living, 450 Hollow, 666 Arrancar

Gender: Male

Appearance:



Personality: Vergil is calm, cool, and collected. He is also seemingly unflappable, never seeming to be outwardly fazed by anything, whether he's being attacked by Hollows or a giant Hollow closes its jaws on him from behind, or even while actually being impaled with swords, scythes, and other sharp, pointy objects. Vergil has a fondness for reading books. He is quiet and prefers his hands and feet over his Resurrección, since he considers any weapons unworthy of a "true warrior". His quietness is not due to a lack of self confidence but rather an incident that occurred during his early childhood.

Indeed, he never shows fear over anything. Vergil is willing to embrace his Arrancar abilities, and seeks to emulate his predecessor's power and cold persona. He wants more power, regardless of the consequences to those around him. Despite his normal personality of cold dismissal, he does cherish two things: the memory that is left of his murdered parents and his Zanpakutō even though he rarely uses it. Vergil seeks power as compensation for failing to protect his parents and inflicting misery and loneliness upon himself as a child. His failure also has made him forsake close relationships with the other Arrancar and any other creature that attempted to befriend this cold, silent warrior. He does wish to befriend someone, but he is afraid that they would reject him later on, so he turns away to save them the trouble. Vergil lacks speech and is pained when forced to remember his parents.

He refers to anyone he does not find interesting as "trash" and treats them as expendable. Vergil has a strange habit of killing victims he is particularly interested in by stabbing them with his bare hand in the same location as his hollow hole, which is around his stomach. Vergil is also highly perceptive, cunning, and analytical.

History:

Born into a poor family that lived within the ghetto regions of Japan, he was raised in immoral conditions which revolved around high crime rates and unsanitary living conditions. His parents worked day in and day out just to make a living and his father took up an extra job to pull enough funds in for Vergil’s well-being. A few years went by and Vergil turned seven.

It was the day of his birthday and his father hadn’t returned home early like he’d promised. As Vergil heard a knocking at the door, he excitedly opened it, thinking it was his father. The door opened and an unknown man with a large sack forcibly entered their house and threw the sack in front of Vergil’s mother who peered inside and ran away into another room with horror. Vergil fled the room and hid in his favorite hiding spot just outside of his house where he witnessed his mother being raped and murdered by the intruder. Remembering what his dad had told him long ago, he didn’t cry and held his depression and rage bottled inside.

He wandered the streets by day and hid in dumpsters by night until one day, a man was taking out his garbage when he looked into a dumpster and saw Vergil sleeping silently in his ruffled, worn clothes. He picked him up and took him to an orphanage, where Vergil spent the next few years just counting down the days until his death. During those years, he experienced strange anomalies where he saw the spirits of strangers roaming around from time to time. He didn’t say anything because he could care less if anything happened to him. One day, he just couldn’t take being locked up in an orphanage anymore and decided it was time to break out. Later that night, he snuck out of the dormitories while everyone was sleeping and made his way up and over a fence to freedom. He didn’t mind leaving because he didn’t have any friends or personal belongings left behind in that penitentiary.

His next few years out on the streets was spent rummaging through trash cans for food and fighting off threats with his bare hands which would later serve a purpose in the far off distant future. During one of his scavenging trips through the city, he came across a school through which he could see and hear the things going on in some of the classrooms. Remembering that his mother always said that education was very important, Vergil would sit for hours, listening in on the lessons and lectures that were going on. Everything the students learned, he learned. His intelligence wasn’t as vast as the students’, but he did learn enough to get by. From there, he searched around for jobs that were willing to hire uneducated sixteen year-olds. This was when he found the only job in the city that would take him.

He started his career off as a busboy for a run-down restaurant. The owner felt some sympathy for him and let him use the empty basement above the restaurant as his home. Vergil accepted and made his living off of the job’s pay and the food that the manager offered him. He slowly rose through the ranks and became the manager when his predecessor retired. Every day was pretty normal for him, except that he still saw random spirits outside of the restaurant from time to time. Soon afterwards, a new kind of spirit with black clothing and swords would run through the streets killing monsters that seemed to range in size and height.

One day, he had to run to the nearby grocery for some more supplies when he was attacked by a large monster. A familiar spirit came to the rescue and Vergil confronted him. The spirit identified himself as a Shinigami and told Vergil that the monster was a species called Hollows. The Shinigami didn’t say any more and ran off before Vergil could ask any more questions. Before he could react, an out of control truck sped along the road and hit Vergil, killing him accidentally. Everything went black and when he opened his eyes, he was now a spirit like the rest of them.



Vergil wasn’t scared, but he did show a sort of interest in this new realm of the dead. He roamed the city, trying to attract the attention of the living but failed miserably. His failed attempts lead him to library where he would search books for information. This became a daily habit until he finally found a Shinigami who he was able to get information from. Vergil learned that after being eaten by a Hollow, one would either be a part of the Hollow, adding to its powers, or one would become a Hollow themselves. Right when the Shinigami was about to perform a Soul Burial, he was ambushed by a Hollow and instead of running, Vergil allowed himself to be consumed, hoping that he would become a Hollow to.



His plan was successful and he roamed the city consuming as many souls as possible. He was even able to consume some weak Shinigami before entering Hueco Mundo. From there, he spent the next 450 years hunting and consuming weak Hollows and strong Hollows alike. Whatever he saw, he consumed. During one of his battles against an immensely strong Hollow, he broke his limits and finished off the fight with a rage of fury. With the consumption of this Hollow, his abilities were enhanced a bit more than before. He spent his time getting used to his new abilities by hunting random Hollows that were nearby. Now, unlike other Hollows that couldn’t rip off their own mask, Vergil had the motivation and willpower to exceed at what others couldn’t due to his immense hunger for power. He forcibly tried to rip of his mask and success found its way. He quickly became an Arrancar. This was when his real training began.



During his minor killing sprees, he overheard some talk about a location called the Forest of Menos where he decided to set up his training. He entered the Forest of Menos and attacked any Hollow on sight, whether they were Gillian class or Adjuchas class. He didn’t care. All he cared about was power and no matter the consequence, he would do anything to get it. He faced many hardships and many obstacles, but those didn’t stop him from attaining more power. They just made him stronger. He always thought about his parents and his miserable childhood to motivate himself to get even stronger. His immense growth-rate also helped him to gain power faster. He’s been last seen roaming the desert-covered surface of Hueco Mundo, searching for more prey to satisfy his insatiable hunger for power.

Innate Ability: Unlike all of the other Arrancar that wanted a lot more power than anything else, Vergil saw the importance of living so he could gain more power. So, he gave up increased power and strength in order to keep his ability of high-speed regeneration. He can quickly regenerate any part of his body except for his brain and internal organs. However, this power also requires that he have sufficient spiritual energy. Vergil is considered one of the best defensive Arrancar because all of his innate abilities help keep him alive, like his enhanced Hierro. Unlike other Arrancar that can only produce a normal Hierro, Vergil is able to create steel like skin that is highly durable even by Arrancar standards.

He can deflect attacks of similar power barehanded. He is able to fight amateur Vizards in their Hollow forms without unsheathing his sword, rendering them defenseless with two attacks and not sustaining injuries of any kind. While the regular Hierro might cause Vergil to normally lose a limb, his enhanced Hierro allows him to sustain only minor injuries, such as cuts and bruises. Also, in his released form, Vergil's Hierro appears to be even stronger, as most opponents’ strongest attacks seem to have no effect on him. (Note: The last sentence before this “Note” is an exaggeration. It is not truly possible to have no effect.)

His build makes him look weak, but he is incredibly strong for his size. Vergil’s strength is enough to kick some opponents a great distance away and has punches that could potentially disorient his opponents for a second or two because of the immense pain he inflicts onto them. On top of his mighty strength, he has some quick feet making him a sort of Sonído master compared to other Arrancar.

An ability that is unique to Vergil is his control over the speed of anyone that enters his five meter radius. He isn’t able to control it. Actually, it just happens to anyone, whether its friend or foe, and it can’t be stopped. This is one reason why people like to keep a good distance from him and it has made him secluded all throughout his Arrancar life. No one has yet dared to actually enter his area of effect due to fear that he might do something while they are slowed by half.

The only things that could move at normal speed include materialistic objects, such as swords, other weapons, and other not-living things. Attacks that are made out of Reiryoku or any other energy could also move at normal speeds, so Kidos, Hollow abilities, such as Bala and Cero, and attacks that incorporate elements, such as water, wind, and other elements count as energy attacks. This area is called “Campo Congelado” which means “Frozen Field”, which is named after the feeling that the opponents get when they enter the area.

RP Sample: “Today feels…different…”

This was odd since Hueco Mundo was almost always silent with its dark blue skies, endless hills of rolling sand and dirt, and that vibrant, white moon that just wouldn’t go away. Vergil was sitting, leaning against a withered tree of quartz as he stared up at the sky and reminisced about the faint memories that lurked deep within the dark corners of his mind. He closed his eyes and tried intently to clear his mind of all thoughts so he could visually picture a once cherished family photo of him and his parents, sitting under a tall, shady tree during a family picnic at a park nearby his childhood home. Oh the sweet memories that have evaded him for all of these years. Then, it just hit him like a pile of rocks. Today was the anniversary of his parents’ deaths.

His fist tightened as he tried to erase the horrid images of watching his own mother being violated and killed. His face was motionless, but a great tension could be seen about him. He gripped some sand and then slowly let it flow out between his fingers as he wished that he did something to save his parents. Vergil felt powerless, weak, and useless. Feelings he’d known and had gotten used to over the past five hundred years. He slowly took in deep breaths as he allowed his heart rate to slowly drop back to normal. Once again, he had bottled his feelings of contempt and anger. Vergil slowly opened his eyes and started to stand back up until he felt a very familiar Reitatsu coming at a fast pace from the south. Just as he stood straight up, a blade came rushing through his stomach and a familiar voice rang through his ears.

“I’ve been searching for you, Arrancar!”

Vergil seemed unfazed by the assassin’s blatant attempt to kill him. Sighing, Vergil grabbed onto the assassin’s blade and pulled it deeper into his gut as he ignored the excruciating pain that a normal Arrancar would have felt. He forced the handle out of the assassin’s hands and turned around to meet him face-to-face. Vergil observed his expressions of shock and disbelief.

“Doesn’t that hurt?!”

Vergil sighed annoyingly as he grabbed the handle of the blade and slowly pulled it out of his back.

“Here’s a lesson of forewarning your opponent…”, said Vergil as he threw the Zanpakutō at the Shinigami, “…Don’t forewarn your opponent...”

The Shinigami refocused on Vergil and took a battle-ready stance. Vergil stared at the Shinigami, noticing small features, such as the sweat on his opponent’s forehead, the heavy breathing from his anxiety, and the slight trembling of his hands as he gripped his sword. All of these determined the outcome of the battle. The outcome was set and Vergil would come out on top. This was not due to skill, although he did surpass the Shinigami by leagues. No, this was due to the fact that Vergil had an air of superiority around him and his confidence wasn’t waning like the Shinigami’s confidence was, withering away like a dying rose.

“You…are quite the peculiar opponent…First, you come rushing towards me with a flagrant assassination attempt. Second, you ask fatuous questions pertaining to my well-being even though you’re clearly trying to kill me. Third, your stance is poor in technique, your confidence is that of a child’s, and your still just standing there while I’m clearly unarmed and unprepared for battle.”

The Shinigami turned pale and his eyes widened as he started to sweat even more than before. Vergil sighed and took a few steps forward only to have the Shinigami take a few steps back all the while keeping his blade pointed at Vergil’s chest. With a quick sonído, Vergil appeared right in front of the Shinigami, allowing him to feel the sharpness of the tip of his Zanpakutō. The Shinigami began to breathe heavier as he didn’t see the virtually speed-of-light-fast Vergil make any attempt to get as close as he was. They looked into each other’s eyes for a quick moment until Vergil appeared right behind the Shinigami, allowing him to be in a back-to-back position. The Shinigami eventually stood completely still.

“Tell me, Shinigami…What is your name?”

With trembling lips, he replied by muttering, “L-L-L-Lawrence F-Fukuzumi.”

Vergil nodded gently before putting his hand on Lawrence’s shoulder.

“Turn around and face me like a man.”

Lawrence turned around completely and saw Vergil standing ten feet away with his hands in his pockets.

“Tell me when you are prepared to slay me as I will hold back as much as I can when you are.”

Lawrence took a deep breath as he wiped off the sweat from his forehead. He closed his eyes and when he opened them, he showed much more confidence than before. His eyes were lit with a fiery passion to defeat a strong opponent such as Vergil. His fingers stopped trembling all together and his stance was renewed with a technique familiar to all Shinigami students. With a breath of fresh air and a newfound confidence, the Shinigami nodded as he raised his blade into the air.

“I thank you for your motivation. Now it feels shameful to kill someone who is as moral and honorable as you. But, think of your death as honorable since it is on the battlefield during the heat of battle.”

Vergil smirked. It was one of the few times he ever smiled for even just a bit.

“Then let it be known that your death will not be a dishonored one and that you died fighting instead of dying as a coward.”

Lawrence smiled as he charged Vergil with his sword in hand. He jumped into the air and came rushing down with his Zanpakutō ready to cut Vergil in half. Lawrence was no fool and Vergil could tell due to Lawrence’s use of the moonlight to blind Vergil’s eyes. Unfortunately, that plan would fail and the outcome would be as was decided before the actual battle even started. As Lawrence was about to make contact with Vergil, he raised his arm, attempting to block the blow with his forearm. Confused, Lawrence saw it as one last attempt to block his crushing blow and integrated a bit more force so that he would be able to go through Vergil completely and swiftly.

As the sword made contact with Vergil’s forearm, Lawrence believed himself to have become the victor. His hope was crushed when he opened his eyes to see that Vergil had defended against Lawrence’s attack using only his bare, naked forearm.

“Impossible! How did you block my attack with only your arm! I should have cut it off!”

Vergil smirked again. Again, this was one of the only few times he’d ever smile. Vergil grabbed the blade and set it aside. He cocked back his fist and threw an upper cut towards Lawrence’s stomach, causing small doses of blood to escape his mouth and throwing his body high into the air. While Lawrence was still in mid-flight, Vergil jumped up and gave a quick succession of three deft kicks, launching Lawrence even higher into the air. From there, he grabbed the disoriented Shinigami and threw him into the surface of Hueco Mundo, creating a small crater with the impact of the contact. Vergil came crashing down on Lawrence’s body and he crouched to meet Lawrence face-to-face, like he did earlier.

“Don’t worry, Lawrence. Although I do hunger for more power, I’ll spare you and let you die a peaceful death and let some other wandering Shinigami rest you to peace. I normally don’t tell someone who is dying about my special ability, but you are one opponent I do not mind telling. It is an enhanced form of Hierro and there was no way of you being able to cut me down unless you were of Captain status or an Espada. Don’t fret as you have been slain by a superior opponent. There is nothing for you to regret so rest in peace, Shinigami Lawrence Fukuzumi.”

As he finished up his sentence, Lawrence slowly closed his eyes and died listening to only what Vergil was telling him. Vergil sighed as he stood back up and regained his composure. He stepped out of the small crater and walked silently towards the seemingly distant Las Noches. He knew that he’d never really be able to reach it by just walking, but it was something to do to pass the time he had with himself. The wandering Arrancar walked off into the distance leaving the slain Shinigami to be found by whatever would come along the corpse’s way.

“Power…I need more power…”

I would like to attempt a position fight with the Tenth Espada when I get the chance.

Vergil is my character, so if someone could please approve, then I'd be most appreciative.

Only one innate ability...

Innate Ability: Unlike all of the other Arrancar that wanted a lot more power than anything else, Vergil saw the importance of living so he could gain more power. So, he gave up increased power and strength in order to keep his ability of high-speed regeneration. He can quickly regenerate any part of his body except for his brain and internal organs. However, this power also requires that he have sufficient spiritual energy.

Bah! I can't believe I overlooked this.. You cannot start as an Espada.. You will be an Arrancar. You must apply for the rank. Sorry.

Oh yeah, it's cool. I knew I wouldn't be an Espada just yet. So I'm planning to rank up as soon as I get my character going. Thanks for the heads up though. Good looking out.