Johannes Debeil - Bount

Name: Johannes Debeil

Rank: Legendary Bount

Age: 500+

Appearance:

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Gender: Male

Personality:

Johannes's is a man of character whom is especially known for his un-dieing thirst for the consumption of souls, especially souls that hold value, whether it'd be a flowering virgin or a mass murderer, regardless, Johannes adores the idea of feasting upon souls that each expresses its own ingenuity. While its true, the taste for such souls are undeniably a reasonable treat, though the true purpose for his extensive appetite is that he wants the experience, life and understanding of the soul. Times change reasonably quickly, especially for an immortal bount, and to maintain his disguise within each new era, he frequently devours souls, to keep himself up to date, so to say. Another assumption that is developed on Johanne's hideous delicacy is that when he consumes a verily large amount of souls or souls that have a high amount of reatsu, his mind repairs itself of some lost memories; he gains small clues about the brother of his past.


While his appetite is one of his most dominant features, it can also be said that his presentation and etiquette are another prominent factors in his persona; Johannes considers himself as a noble, while he lived in a noble era, witnessing their power over the weak and poor, he took up such role and enjoyed the idea of it. As such, he now continues to think of himself as a noble, making him inexplicably arrogant as well as confident. He is truly not afraid to say what is on his mind and that makes him a strong figure to come across, though, while they are the bad points of a noble, he does, however know how to uphold honor, family name and above all pride.

His one and true pride is his family, mainly his brother that he cannot find, with a majority of his memory gone, he tends to get frustrated when flashes of his brother reignite something that he has lost, his willingness to search deeper into his thoughts irritates him, not that his brother was a bother, by all means his brother was the opposite, just that it takes effort trying to gain memories he has lost. Its almost teasing him, showing him tiny clips of his gigantic life, like little flashes of light gone in a wisp. In addition to his brother, he considers other bount practially like family too, since their numbers are relatively low, its almost prudent for them to become family, as such hes willing to put his life on the line to save one of his fellow bounts.

Another aspect of his personality is his sadistic humor, he verily enjoys the suffering and misfortune of others, something he finds terribly amusing and he gravitates towards such deeds that can afflict misfortune upon others.


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Hair Color: Jet black

Likes: Loves buying expensive items, collecting weapons, tailor made suits and kittens

Dislikes: People who just irritate him, people who are a couple and his memory loss

Crushes: None at the moment.

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Specialties: Analytical: He is highly analytical, he can make rapid assumptions within seconds of processing said data, making him a deadly target to fend off.

History:
While Johannes lost a majority of his memory, he only remembers fragments, especially small bursts of his long lost brother. It is not known as to what the cause of his memory loss was.

At the end of WWII, the Germans had lost, while they held a rather large upperhand at the time, though the Americans were the ones that exceeded in the race to the devastating "Nuclear Bomb"; having successfully dropped 2 said bombs on major cities in Japan, namely Nagasaki and Hurushma, it marked the end of the war that ravaged soo many lives and took the pride and strength of many countries along with it. Adolf Hitler, the leader of the Nazi's and Germany's idol, took his dog's life before his wife's then his own, while some portrayed him as a hero, others soon followed in his footsteps in taking the lives of their family before their own, while others finally realised what sort of criminal he truly was, though it was undeniable that one man alone would paint a massacre and fear in the world's timeline, he would be forever known.

Johannes, a member of the Luftwaffe, a colonel at the time, he was sent into to take down some rebels remaining the west region of Germany near France, non of the platoon of airships had no idea of the outcome of the war, they had removed their communications with outside world, preventing them from being picked up easily; they were on a lucrative mission that was to be considered under the radar, so to speak.

While on the expedition, the platoon encountered an assault from some French resitance air force; heavily outnumbered, the planes in the platoon soon fell to their demise. Johannes as an ace pilto, was no match for their vast numbers, his plane too was shot down, his right wing was hit badly, his plane out of control, the engine on fire, setting ablaze the cockpit along with the pilot and jamming the eject system itself. Using his training, he skillfully crashed onto the ground without causing the plane explode and destroy him along with it.

When he awoke the next time, he found himself at a nearby French village just over the border, they were considerate people and took him in, while others only half heartedly agreed because selling a Nazi had a large bounty. Disorientated and in shock his mind was exceedingly exhausted espcially from the physical injuries, as a result it overloaded, sending up blinking images of his brother, corrupting his mind even further, enraging him. As a result he went beserk, using his inhumane strength break pitiful shackles that pinned him down, he tore at the villagers summoning his doll to come into the frenzy, whom gladly took liberty in helping his master, feeding on their souls one after the other. Every soul he ate his body began to regenerate more and more, he destroyed all 56 people in the village, leaving none behind, feasting off from small children to the elderly; he showed no mercy.

When he discovered the fall of the Nazi, he laid low, acting as a plague that lingered over rural villages, feasting upon souls every now and then; rumors sprinkled up, causing the shinigami to take immediate action; he had heard of them, he wasn't particularly fond of them and so he ran most of his life, living low, feeding of souls when he had the chance.

As years went by, he found more and more bounts joining their coven and there he learned of the thick reatsu that plundered both Soul Society and Hueco Mundo, the land of vivid creatures, it was said that bount's who went there could gain some super high speed regeneration, meaning to say his mind could fully heal itself and his brother's whereabouts would no longer be hidden within the shadows of his mind...



Picture of Character:

Sample Chapter:

Johannes walked slowly to the basin in the luxarious bathroom; his pale hands falling onto the golden textured tap handle, he felt it's cool fragrance worm it's way onto his warm skin, soothing almost calming it.

He turned the handle with a small "creak" that echoed throughout the empty bathroom, sound resonating against the tiled bathroom walls, resulting in an "echo" as the sound ran from it's source, rebounding against the walls, and out through the outstretched brown door that led to said bathroom. He sighed, as the cool water pattered his hands, Johannes enjoyed the comfort of the water that it produced on his hand when it made contact, it was like walking out of a heated room and into a cooler one, forcing his body to relax, resulting in a shallow breathing and lowered heart rate.

He cupped his hands, letting the water fill to the rim of his self made cup, before lifting it to his face and rubbing it from his forehead to his chin. He groaned in relief and performed the ritual twice before he was completely satisfied.

He looked up slowly and into the mirro before him, his eyes plastered to the image of the man before him; he was tall, lean, muscular, scars plastered his bare chest, his albino skin and his delinquent red eyes that shimmered in the low lighting of the room. They sparkled for a moment, like they always did, the souls he had consumed over the years had been the result of such phenomenon; he sighed, looking back down to the basin, the water still gushing out.

It was true that souls gave the bount the experience life and such context of the soul, though he had never expected the worries and fears and nightmares to be passed on; it irked him, this was the 3rd day without sleep, everytime he shut his eyes, a mingle of varied fears plucked his mind, awaking him but only to find himself covered in sweat; an aftermath of the ordeal.

He shook his head and without drying his face, he walked out of the room, leaving the door ajar as he made his way to the bed room to try one more time.

Enchancements

- Cero

Approved.