Bastian Nightshade

Name: Bastian Nightshade
Alias/Nickname: Night
Rank: Ascended One

Age: 25

Appearance: Bastion is a very average looking guy aside from his knight clothing. He has short blond hair that he keeps cut so that his hair never gets in his way in battle. He gentle dark brown eyes that are extremely misleading. He has no scars on his face, but he has a tattoo on his right arm that says the name of the only woman he ever cared for *explained in history*, and another that covers the top portion of his back that reads death.

He wears armour that is both light but extremely durable, the color of the metal is silver and the armour covers the shoulder chest and back, the thigh area down to the knee area, the legs and the hands *as seen in the picture*. He wears a black cape that is easily detachable with a insignia on the back that reads death in red lettering. The rest of the clothing is made of a leather like substance which provide a small amount of protect not like the metal though. The color of the leather is black with a silver trim.

Gender: Male

Personality: Bastion is a kind of random person. He is extremely unpredictable one minute he can be kind and the next he can be a evil maniac that eats babies *ok the baby parts not true but i wanted to increase the idea of how evil this can be*. He only does things that he can benefit from. He will often witness a murder and not care unless there was some way to profit from it. He believes only in himself. He doesn't believe in divine intervention due to his chaotic past. In fact his action from his past is what made him who he is today.

Bastion is a smooth talker and and quite silver-tongued. Persuasion is his strong suit due to the fact he prefers to talk rather than fight. He is very kind and is respectful though his tendency to speak his mind often makes him look like a ass (pardon my language ^^). He prefers the company with of the opposite sex and will shameless flirt with any girl he meets ally or enemy. He is loyal only to his personal goal and pride. However he will not hesitates to kill any woman as if he finds he wants to.


Motto
~“Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just 2 sides holding different views.”

~“I will do this. Nothing in my life matters except this. No moment of my life exists except this moment. I am born in this moment, and if I fail, I will die in this moment.”

~“Weep...Weep as I wept once, long, long ago. Then you will realize, as I did, that it does no good. No one hears you, sobbing in the night alone.”

Catch Phrase
~"Let's play a game, shall we?"




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Hair Color: Blond

Likes:
~Pain
~Women
~Death
~Lazying about
Dislikes:
~Cry babies
~Goody two shoes like people
~Pacifists
~Birds
Crushes: Any drop dead gorgeous girl he sets his eyes on!!!!

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Specialties:
Telepathic-If he ever does not want to talk, he can communicate with others by projecting his thoughts into their heads. He CANNOT read minds he can only project his own.
Reiatsu Vision: Bastian is able to see reiatsu as if it were like a water flowing, this helps him to see seemingly invisible reiatsu based attacks.
Diplomacy: Bastian excels at convincing others to do what he wants, hence his name Sly One, he likes to mind games with his enemies even his allies sometimes.
History:
Bastian was born in a a hospital in Karakura town, however he was taken from his mother at birth as she was a unfit parent. He was put into a orphanage after only a few months of being in the hospital after birth. The Matron of the of the Karakura Homes, as it was called, was very nice and welcoming. However she had a different attitude when it came to Bastian. The Matron treated him like trash and would often physical abuse him when ever she felt he deserved it. Bastion endure this torture for many years, some nights he would cry silently as he hated his life. He cried for someone to save him from this way of life, but as the years passed his tears ran dry. He began to withdraw in his own mind, he cared little about the world nor the people in it.

Due to Bastian's sinister nature brought forth from his life he had to endure thus far, he was never adopted into a family and lived until he was 17 in the orphanage. He worked hard to make money for himself and eventually moved into a apartment of his own. Finally free of his old life, Bastian saved his money and traveled the world to see all the things he dreamed of when he was in that hell hole of a orphanage. During his travels he chanced upon a old temple in the located in the western end of the Kunlun Mountains located in Tibet. He marveled at how such a old place was still standing and to top it off it appeared that no one was here. He walked around until he heard a faint sound, like feet sliding on the floor. He turned to see a rather old looking monk, he wore a wore a gray robe with a hood on his head. Bastian eyed the man suspiciously before he spoke.

"The fuck are you old man," he said in a rather aggressive tone,"The owner or something." The old man smiled as he slowly approached Bastian. Bastian now even more cautious clenched his fist, but before he could swing his body froze up as if he was being held by some unknown force. "The...hell.... whats going on, what have you done to me," he said trying to use all his strength to break free from the grasp of the unseen entity. The old man stopped in front of Bastian and touched his forehead with a single finger, Bastian felt a immense amount of pain as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He doubled over to the floor and writhed in pain, he had never felt anything like this. He wanted to do anything to stop the pain as he slammed his head against the rocky floor, but to no avail. He didn't lose conscious nor did he die, his vision now blurry from the blood that leaked from his head he looked to find the old man. Then he heard a voice in his head, "Fight the pain, or live forever with the agony." Bastian had no clue what was going on and the more he fought, the more the pain increased. How was he to fight the pain when it only increased when he did. He dealt with the pain for several hours, then suddenly he started to see the faces, none of them looked familiar but they all laughed at him. He started to grow angry from the laughter, were they taunting him because of his situation. His anger roared inside him and he stood and struck each face, when he had killed the final one, the pain was gone. The old man appeared again still smiling,"You have done well young one, now we can begin your molding." Bastian looked at the old man with a very confused look,"Yea um I think i should just kick your ass then leave." The old man still smiling spoke again,"You could do either of those, bu tin both cases you will die." Bastian stepped closer to the old man with his fist still clenched,"Elaborate old man." The old man walked passed Bastian to a nearby door,"You could attack me, but I would kill you before you take your first step. And you could leave but unless you learn to use your new abilities you will die under its immense pressure." Bastian had to admit he felt some kind of change in himself but he wasn't sure what, perhaps this old man could help him figure it out. "Fair enough old man, I will go along with your story." The old man smiled and turned away going into the door, Bastian followed no far behind.

Bastian spent 5 years of his life in the place he came to know as, Shangri-La. It was here he mastered his new found abilities all thanks to the old man, Zhong Dong. With his training complete he returned to Karakura only to find it destroyed, anger fueled in his body once again. How could anyone do this, why would they do this, Bastian yelled so loud that his very voice could be heard a mile away,"They destroyed my damn apartment, how could they do this now where the hell am i suppose to live." He cared very little about the people but his apartment had all his money in it, and whats more he had paid off the owner so that he could live at least 7 years without worrying about rent. As he was about to turn away he noticed a flying ship taking off from the ground, he easily made his way there using his superhuman speed and stowed away. He found himself among other super-humans who all had different types of powers. For now he found a place to kill time at, so he searched the ship for the man in charge. With a little chat and a display of skill, the leader approved that Bastian be one of the Ascended Ones, a group that leads the other rather average superhumans. Bastian smiled as he went to his room, it was very nice much better than his apartment,"I can make do with this ." He said as he leaped on his bed and took a nap, his journey was just beginning and he would have a full life ahead of him.

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Sample Chapter:
Raistlin sat alone in the deep basement of Las Noches, he meditated as he normally did so he could stay connected to Hueco Mundo, his mother as he claims it. His mind was disturb when he felt several large reiatsu, shake the very foundation of the building. He opened his eyes and peered into the darkness then gazed up. The spiritual pressure was so think above him that it appeared to be a ocean of water. He could feel the intruders and also feel the deaths of his fallen comrades, he evaluated that a mass attack was being brought on by the enemies of Hollows. He stood up and walked up the stairs that would lead him into the raging battle.

As he approached the landing he could see all the remains of the fallen arrancar, Raistlin could almost feel the sorrow of Hueco Mundo at the lose of so many. He gazed above him to see 3 arrancar above him 2 of which were Espada. Raistlin wasted no time in releasing his Resurreccion, he could feel his reiatsu in his body swirling like a hurricane. His hands that were once showing gauntlets now were pure reiatsu, his fierce yellow eyes were now blue that spun like a whirlpool. He could feel the reiatsu around slowly deteriorating, all in the area would here a voice in there head.

"The will of Hueco Mundo be done." Raistlin being unable to speak manage to learn to project his thoughts into the heads of those he choose. He measure the distance of the enemies and pointed a single finger at each. He fired two reiatsu bullets from his finger tips the size of a actual bullet. He aimed for the heads of the intruders one bullet for each shinigami. As the bullets took flight the speed and power increased greatly due to the foolish shinigami releasing their bankai. The bullets took in the reiatsu in the air and converted it so the power would prove deadly if the attack should land. Also with the constant rotating of the reiatsu the bullets would have a chainsaw like effect and be able to cut through any would be reiatsu based shielding. By the time the bullets would reach its destination, it would be strong enough to penetrate the body with ease.

"Watch yourselves, the bullets will cause you great harm should you touch it" he said in the heads of only the arrancars now. He made sure he kept his distance as from the fight, as his particular talents would be useless on the front line. With his attack set he awaited to see how the shinigami would respond to this.

Take out marksman and masked reiatsu.

Very good, approved.