Artix Von Creg

[Artix Von Creg]

Shinigami

"Who are you...?"

Name: Artix Von Creg
Age: Over 500 (Appears to be in his late thirties)
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6,4/210lbs
Eye & Hair Color: The color of his hair is jet black and he chooses to tie it back in a loose ponytail which quite often comes undone. His eye's are a dead shade of green and seem slightly sunken and dull.

"I define who I am!"

Appearance:
Artix is a fair skinned Englishman, hailing from the rural streets of London. Even though his name is of German quality Artix has no German aura about him, his accent is that of a mixed British/American style. The only thing about Artix that seem’s remotely German is his attitude.

We shall start with the top of the head and work our way down shall we ?
To begin with his shadowed hair which is darker than any night time sky you will ever see is long and reaches the middle of his back, usually it is tied into a slim yet loose ponytail that quite often comes un-done when Artix moves around a lot. Of course this can sometimes be of great annoyance to him but only when it sticks to his head after being soaked in blood. Its so hard to wash the blood off afterwards.

His face is almost always planted in a scowling position as if everything he looked at simply annoyed him to no end but his 24/7 expression is only a result of the rough life he had in rukongai.

His body is like that of a man used to hard labor. Very large and muscled accordingly. There really is nothing more to say than how physically fit and in some cases monstrous he looks. All across his body there are scars, ranging from tiny nicks to huge deep gouges. Most of them are situated around his chest and stomach, much less so around his arms and legs and there are hardly any upon his neck and face.

Artix's uniform consists of the standard shihakusho that is issued to every shinigami in the colors of black and white. Like his body there are "Scars" all across his uniform; small tears in the fabric, holes caused by fire and heat, the ends of the sleeves even seem jagged and uneven. Despite being told to acquire a replacement uniform he refuses, seeing each slice of the fabric as a memento of previous battles, exactly like his scars. Because of his tatty uniform people generally see him as a very unkempt person, only a person with a similar mind set to him might see the significance behind each torn piece of thread. During combat Artix has been known to remove the top half of his shihakusho so that he isn't restricted by flapping clothing.

Artix has many accessories, call them good luck charms of memento trinkets or whatever. In fact Artix has no idea what they are either as they were given unto him while he was apart of the living world. The first being a small locket tied around his neck by a thin golden chain. The locket itself is shaped like a small rectangle with a crease in the middle, looking a lot like an old tattered book. Engraved upon the surface of the book is a tiny golden heart. This locket is a complete mystery as Artix knows not where it came from or what secret those tiny golden doors hold. But one day he will find out. One day.

The second item would be a simple silver ring. The surface of the ring is almost always shining with radiance and the only visible engraving upon the silver trinket are the initials of Artix’s name. A.V.C. Artix again has no idea where this ring came from although it was given to him by his own mother just before she died.

"... And my actions define me!"

Personality Traits:
Positive:

[1] He enjoy's fighting, mostly because he see's it as a way to prove himself and grow stronger. He's always looking for way's to improve himself whether it be fighting or studying through the night however this can often leave him tired and fatigued.

[2] Artix enjoy's interacting with humans. They always seem to have a different trick up their sleeve and it was interesting for him to see their strange powers and try to figure out what category their powers were nearest to. Shinigami, arrancar, vizard?

[3] He likes eating, especially sweet things, if anybody tempted him with a bag of candy his mouth would water and he'd attempt anything to get his hands on them. No matter how much he eats however he never gets fat, a strange ability that never ceases to amaze him. On rare occasions he has eating competitions and tries to see how much he can eat without getting full.


[4] He believes that the world isn't made of black and white or good and evil, everybody no matter how far they lean towards either end has a little bit of both in them. As a result he believes that everybody has a chance at redemption.

[5] One type of person that Artix likes is a person with an open mind. Somebody who is always willing to question within reasonable boundaries rather than take everything they know and see as fact.

Negative:

[1] Artix hates ignorant and close minded people. They think that just because the majority of people believe something that its true. He hates the fact that these kinds of people cant see what really going on.

[2] He despised it when people criticized what they would call his "reckless" fighting techniques. They just didn't see if he had to suffer a minor injury in order to land a huge blow on the enemy he would do it gladly. He wasn't stupid enough to charge in blindly without knowing what he was doing.

[3] His habit of drinking a little too much and flirting with random women as a result can often earn him a slap and if the woman he's flirting with happens to be one of political power. Who knows what could happen to him.

"You caught me in a Mono-log!"

Additional information:
Overall personality:
Artix is more or less a loner, preferring to live alone and die alone if possible because of his untrustworthy lifestyle in rukongai and the human world he has learned never to trust anybody but himself and push away anybody who grows too close to him. Countless times has he been betrayed by friends and even his own step father. Because of this he has made a mental oath that nobody will ever break through his psychological barrier.

He can be hot headed and bad tempered most of the time, he owns a short fuse which is easily sparked by even the smallest of things however below his loud and bellowing anger there is another type of rage. The kind that calls for blood in order to be satisfied. When Artix has been consumed by rage there is no reasoning with him, no matter what kind of punishment he will suffer afterwards he will set out what he intended to do even if that means killing.

Artix is very stubborn and rebellious, refusing to do what other people tell him to do and sometimes even doing the exact opposite. For example if a captain were to order Artix to head into the human world and exact a small tide of research on the local hollow he would simply grunt and walk away and that would be the end of it. This is all however based on how much he respects that person. To Artix, respect is something that needs to be earned or atleast the person needs to prove that they are worthy of having it.

Obviously this can get him into quite a bit of trouble but do you think he cares? Even though he does this on occasion he isn't stupid enough to refuse an order that was given to him with strict seriousness as this would result in death and death is bad.

Usually he just tries to avoid all of that by simply not speaking. While everybody else may be chatting away having a merry time Artix would sit aside in peace and watch. Due to this most people get the wrong first impression and try to speak with him. When he tries to disentangle himself from said person they usually become offended and then Artix gets into the kind of situation he tries to avoid. Of course being a quiet person and being a rather intimidating looking man cause some people to choose NOT to talk to him and that suits him just fine.

Please don't take Artix for granted however, the only reason he acts like this is because nobody ever gave him a chance to be the nice guy for once and so he adopted a lone wolf attitude and began lashing out constantly. Despite his violent nature and love for combat there is a more emotional side to Artix and believe it or not he has a strong sense of justice. If somebody is being wrongly ganged up on then Artix would step in a solve the matter in his own way. This usually meant beating up the attacking party until they were black and blue but atleast it works right? That being said Artix will rebel against anything that doesn't match his version of justice.

His kinder side is almost like that of an older brother. Watching out for those closest to him and protecting them with everything he has. Once you have broken through Artix’s cold and almost heartless shell and gained his trust and friendship he’s a friend for life and will stand by you until the end. If the time calls for it he would gladly lay his life on the line for his loved ones. Just goes to show how complicated he is i guess.

Some of Artix's habits include playing with his necklace when bored, uncomfortable or nervous, thinking too deeply and not listening to what people say and falling asleep at the most inopportune times. His worst habit though is his heavy drinking. Drinking to drown the hate, the memories, the sadness. All of it washed away in alcohol. It turns him into a pathetic wreck and he knows he needs to quit, but its harder than it seems.

"You will be punished!"

Zanpakuto Spirit & Inner World:

Zanpakuto Spirit: Omoikasaimaru
Omoikasaimaru takes the form of a being clad completely in armor and fur, creating the look of a barbarian. The head of the spirit at first glance appears to be that of a giant black wolf with huge snarling fang's and ominous golden eye's. Underneath the jagged jaws of the wolf however is a black space where one would assume a face should be. Covering the lower half of that space, where a persons mouth would be is a jagged metal guard covering everything from the mouth to the nose. The only open space would be the section where one would expect eye's to be. In that space there is no skin, no sign's of a body being inside the hulking suit of armor but rather a void of blackness inhabited only by a pair of blue sparks resembling eye's.

The fur trailing from the wolf head overlaps the pauldrens of the armor, the pauldrens themselves are huge and rounded with three different layers of steel jutting outwards. One of the layers on the right pauldren seems to have been ripped off, leaving a jagged edge of metal behind. A pair of chains link both pauldrens to each other and clink loudly in unison with the armor. The rest of the pauldrens surface is scratched and etched into. A large space separates the pauldrens from the arm's of the person wearing them. In that space and covering the shoulders of the person inside the armor are more pieces of shadowed wolf fur. Spreading from underneath that fur is the rest of the armor that runs down the arms and surrounds the hands, again covered in the evidence of recent combat. The torso of the armor is fairly plain though incredibly thick and heavy looking. The only decorations on it are the splatters of what appears to be dried blood and a hole that looks as if somebody shot a small cannon ball through the armor. Inside the hole is nothing but darkness.

Around the waist of the spirit is a wide leather belt which has been tattered and gnarled, the buckle is a simple round sheet of iron. The purpose of the belt is to hold in place another piece of fur that surrounds the spirits legs until it reaches mid way past the thigh's. Underneath this and covering the rest of the spirit's legs is even more bulky armor littered with scratches, grooves and dents.

Spirit personality:
Artix's zanpakuto spirit is in many way's identical to Artix himself. The few differences they have however are huge. The spirit has no perception of Justice that Artix would recognize as decent. It believes that Justice is defined by each person's wants and desires. If a person want's something then in The Spirit's opinion whatever they do in order to obtain that thing is Justice. Though the spirit doesn't believe in Artix's thoughts on justice it has become complacent with them simply because it is with those thoughts that Artix has grown in strength.

The spirit doesn't usually show any kind of emotion beyond anger, it's harrowed voice is always monotone until rage fills it with a loud bellowing harshness. Because of it's lack of compassion, even for Artix it is always blunt. If it believes Artix to be weak it will say so. If it believes that Artix is a failure it will say so with little regard for how Artix feels. With such harshness the spirit believes that Artix's rebellious nature will cause him to try and prove such assumptions wrong and thus become stronger. There are times when it may be a little too cruel, although it doesn't show any sign's of caring.

The spirit wont regularly contribute it's views on what decisions Artix should make, it believes that Artix will learn through his mistakes and successes on his own. However if it thinks that a certain decision will be particularly beneficial it will attempt to advise Artix towards that choice. Whether Artix listens or not is up to him. You see Artix, unlike his zanpakuto spirit tends to think with his emotions rather than his head.

Inner world:
Artix begins his inner world inside a cage. Whenever he enter's this is where he starts. The cage has bars that Artix is incapable of breaking, cutting or slipping through however the door to the cage is always' open for him to walk through. This cage is but one of many that are neatly lined up along the walls of a dungeon like hall, a torch smoldering in between each cage. Each of the other cages are identical to Artix's however it is impossible to see through the blackness that is inside each one and equally impossible to get through the locked doors and indestructible bars. All Artix can do is look at the dark void inside as he walk's past them all.

At the end of the line of cages is an old battered looking wooden door, through that door is a huge room with four mossy pillars keeping the ceiling from caving in. The large room is dark and the only light comes from the pair of huge bonfires on the other side of the room. In the middle of both fires is a giant stone throne that has been chipped and withered away by time. This is usually where Artix's zanpakuto spirit is, waiting. It never leaves the chair and if it does it stand's up to prove a point only to sit back down again so Artix always know's where to find it.

Once Artix's eye's have adjusted to the darkness he's able to see the many other cages hanging from the ceiling that he cannot see. Inbetween the pillars closest to the door and the pillars closest to the throne are two long wooden tables stretching from pillar to pillar, complete with matching benches. Many many weapons; swords, axes, hammers, bows and maces line the walls, none of them his own.


Sealed Zanpakuto:

The sealed state of Omoikasaimaru is rather unique in its own way. It has a crimson colored hilt as if stained by the blood that it once held and a dull golden guard. Embedded into the guard is an aborigine styled set of flames that spiral around until they meet the edge of blade. The blade itself is as normal as any other sword shimmering in the light like a reaper carefully draped in a beautiful veil. The sheathe is jet black with a white flame design at the base, the mouth of the sheathe is shaped like a wolf's head the fur spiking downwards as if charging into battle, its jaws wide and bearing its terrible fangs. The blade is inserted into the mouth of the wolf to conceal it.

Shikai Zanpakuto:
The weapon that replaces Artix's katana, or rather the weapon it turns into is a European long sword.
The hilt of the blade stands at 15cm in length. Two hands would be required to cover three fourths of it. The blade of the sword measures in at 50cm (1.3m) giving the overall blade a rating of 65cm in total. In unison with its large size the weight of the sword (unlike most long swords) is a whole 3kg, rather heavy for a sword of its type. Artix however is capable of wielding it with a single hand

The basic's of the hilt define a simple piece of metal in the shape of a large letter T. At each end of the guard there is a small wooden ring, the rings face the same way as the flat side of the blade. These rings each have a long chain attached to them, these chains tightly wrap themselves around Artix's right arm to ensure that the blade cannot be lost in battle and leave him weaponless. The pommel of the hilt which would end with a small ball or some kind of larger shape on traditional European long swords ends with another metal ring, but this time the ring faces the same way as the blades edge. Through the ring is a smooth wooden stick the same size as the guard giving the hilt the shape of the letter H or I depending on how you look at it.

Around the grip of the hilt is a red fabric, crossing over white like a katana. Something never used for long swords. Attached to the rings on either side of the guard are chains, rusted metal chains. The size of them is rather small about the size of somebody's thumbnail and each chain holds five links.

The blade of the sword is wider than most long swords which are usually only a few inches wider than the hilt. The best way to describe this would be to compare it to the wide blade of a gladius while it still has the length of a long sword, this makes the weapon a rather intimidating object.

The blades design is simple. Just the regular double edged sword ending in as fine a point as possible, although, just above the guard there is a single hole running right through to the other side about the same size as the rim of a shot glass.. An indent running down the middle of the blade, colored blade while the rest of the blade is a shining steel silver.

The release phrase for this shikai is "Tie them down and burn them, Omoikasaimaru"

Shikai Ability:
Upon whim Artix has the option to set his blade ablaze and encase it with fire. He does this by drawing power from Omoikasaimaru and charging the chains around his arm with reiatsu, the black chains around his arm then absorb that reiatsu and channel it down into the blade where it gathers in the edge of the sword and begins to burn up the atmosphere around it causing deadly black flames to erupt.

The flames add a weighted effect to any piece of organic matter it meets, so when the Flames meet an opponent the limb that has been hit becomes a little heavier but not by much only enough to slow the opponent down and make them sluggish. For example if Artix were to hit his opponents arm, the reaction time for that particular arm would be a little slower than the rest of the body. The difference however would not be noticed by the person affected unless Artix hits the person's head, this is because the brain know's that the majority of the body is moving at regular speeds and doesn't notice right away that one or two limbs are moving slower than the rest of the body. This can also be done the other way around, if Artix hit's only the head and no other body parts the brain think's that the body is moving at a slower pace when in fact it is moving at regular speeds. The weight doesn't accumulate after each hit however, artix must strike all parts of the body in some way for the ability to take full effect, both arms, both legs, torso and head. Apart from dousing the flames with a water type attack another way to negate the effects is to meet the flames with an attack that has an equal or greater reiatsu level, this would normally overload the amount of reiatsu burning in the blade and block the flames from burning.

"Are you the one from my past?"

Background:
Sacrificing a family:
As a small child artix's life looked promising, he was well educated and even though his family was quite poor they seemed to get by just fine. Artix remembers having an older brother however his name, face and what he was like are all lost to Artix. The day artix's sister was born was when things took a turn for the worst, his true father died not long after leaving his mother to look after herself and two children. A little while later Artix's mother had fallen in love again and things seemed to be going smoothly once more. Until Artix's sixteenth birthday.

The family were happily sitting around the dinner table listening to their mothers new husbands tales of adventure and excitement, near the end of his latest tale there was a small knock on the door and everything fell silent. Artix's mother was the first to stand followed by her husband and she made her way to the door with her usual gentle smile. Artix and his sister quietly and patiently listened. Suddenly. A terrible sound echoed around the room, a sound of a blade being drawn and piercing human flesh. Artix panicked. He grabbed his sister from her seat and told her firmly to hide under the loose floorboard under the table. She did as she was told leaving Artix out in the open. He remembered a small hole in the wall behind the cupboard nearby. He heard footsteps and didn't have time to think. He pushed aside the cupboard. crawled into the hole and pulled the grate over his face.

What happened then would change his life forever. His mother stumbled and fell in the middle of the room. bleeding from a wound in her arm. Three men entered after her, two wearing black suits, the other his mothers husband watching without a word and without flinching as one of the men raised his sword and plunged it into artix's mothers chest. She lay dead. A long and eerie silence followed, which was broken by the treacherous husband "ok...she's dead...thats what ya wanted ain't it now gimme my money" he demanded. While all three men chattered and argued Artix noticed a floor board silently creek open. His sisters small six year old body began to carefully crawl towards him. "No, go back" artix pleaded in whisper but she couldn't hear him. Once she had made it past her own mothers dead body another sickening sound of flesh being torn and she too fell dead. Staring at Artix with blank eyes and an innocent, sincere expression, a single tear escaped his sisters eye and that was it, her life had ended. Blood pouring from the wound in her back.

Artix sat in his hiding place silently sobbing. He heard his front door open and then slam shut. He waited a few more moments before emerging from his hole. He pulled his sister's body over to his mothers and fell, weeping upon both of them, his tears mixing with their blood. "Artix?....your alive my boy?" came his step fathers voice from behind. And then in a fit of rage all went black. When artix came too he was standing over his step fathers destroyed and beaten body. A sword in his hand and drenched in blood artix dropped to his knees. He then took his own life.

Fooled, robbed and betrayed:
Artix upon entering the soul society had lost all memory of his human life. His mother was nothing but a huge smear of different colors. His sister was simply a pair of watery crystal blue eyes followed by a huge blot of crimson. A grave carved out of wood, polished and covered with roses was all Artix remembered of his father and his step father had been completely wiped from his memory.

Artix had really drawn the short straw as he passed through the soul check in counter of the soul society. He had been informed that he was going to be sent into one of the many districts of rukongai, they were numbered one to eighty with eighty being the worst. The worst in what however Artix had no clue. A small slip of paper had been handed to him by a man dressed in black and sporting a rather dangerous looking katana. The paper read “district 78, rukongai” and in an instant he was carted off like some kind of unwanted refugee.

The next thing he knew he had been thrown through a huge pair of wooden gates barred with iron bolts and reinforced with steel to prevent escape. The moment Artix’s teenage body thudded down onto the dusty dirt road the gates had shut and sealed themselves. He was alone. Looking around at the broken buildings and defaced landscape Artix could tell that living here would definitely be tough. His first thought was to find shelter and plan his next action and so finding a small run down warehouse with nothing but a few crates and a flea bitten mattress he settled down and calmed his nerves with sleep.

Days, weeks, maybe even months passed and Artix still hadn't seen a single soul. He didn't dare move from the entrance to the 78th district fearing what he might meet if he ventured in too far. Upon returning home from his daily patrol of the area, attempting to find any signs of life he was shocked to see a girl around the same age as he, sleeping on his mattress. She lay on her stomach with her eyes closed and her head facing towards him resting upon her arms.

Her slick shadowed hair was tied into two ponytails, each one sprouting from either side of her head. She had the body of a perfect slender sixteen year old, limbs sprawled out upon the mangy mattress. She was clothed in a dirty white rag which Artix presumed was once a posh dress gown however the frills had been torn away and worn with use and there were occasional rips or tears in the dress. Her smooth blot less skin was a darkened ebony color, her face smudged with dirt and a few cuts and bruises here and there. Despite this however she seemed quite beautiful as the shape of her head was heart like, rounding slightly as it came to her chin. Her cheeks were elated with a slight plumpness. Small, petite lips held in a tiny “o” formation as she slept a light drizzle of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

An hour passed as Artix sat with his back against the cold stone wall simply staring at the ebony skinned girl in front of him. How long had it been since he had seen another person, he no longer felt like he had been abandoned, he no longer felt alone. After months of living on his own and wandering the streets aimlessly, slowly losing himself and becoming a hollow shell this beautiful young girl came out of nowhere and rescued him from the darkness. A flicker of long black eyelashes and a light drowsy groan escaped from the young woman as she began to rise from her peaceful slumber.

She sat herself upright, leaning on her left arm and rubbing the dust from her eye’s with the other, since she was lying on her stomach Artix hadn't really noticed it but her chest was plump and rather impressive for a mere sixteen year old. “HEY!! Pervert, those ain't the orbs you should be lookin’ at” the girls voice brought Artix to his senses, she sounded light and majestic apart from the aggressive undertone that she chose to adorn however a good point of her was that she had the same English accent as Artix.

“I-I'm sorry” Artix stammered as he averted his gaze towards the girls eyes and surprisingly he was drawn in by them. They were golden and seemed to resonate with a ferocious yet inspiring aura something that made him feel like he could continue and conquer his new life in the slums. “Nah, its awright after all it ain't everyday a lil spit fuck like you gets to see a wonderfully pretty girl like me” her tone of voice and the way she talked was extremely crude, then again it was expected from somebody who lived life on the streets.

“Wots your name ?”
“E-excuse me ?”
“Well I cant keep callin’ ya spit fuck for the rest of your afterlife can I ?”
“My names Artix.”
“Mines Aldestina, nice to meetcha.”

Even though this strange girl was rather rude and spoke with little care for what other people thought of her, something about her seemed to strike Artix. Despite having only just met she was incredibly friendly and didn't really seem like a bad person, her outgoing attitude acted as a beacon of guidance to the shy and silent Artix. She was somebody he could easily count on. They had spent the rest of the day conversing and Artix explained his situation of being alone in a place entirely unfamiliar with no memories of his past life and only a few trinkets to ponder over. Aldestina only answered with small nods and the odd rise of one of her thin dark eyebrows.

Not long after Aldestina had told Artix about another building not too far from their current location inhabited by a small gang of teenager’s who only want to be able to live easily and not in fear of everything else around them. To Artix this seemed like a good idea, a whole gang of other kids with the exact same idea as him and there was safety in numbers. As soon as they were ready the two ventured deeper into the 78th district, moving as fast as they could to avoid conflict with the other menacing residence that gave them sinister glares as they passed by. “Make no eye contact and don't even ‘fink about stopping” Aldestina instructed Artix with such seriousness he didn't even dare look at her.

One minute Artix was staring down a deserted high road, dead fields on either side complete with a withered tree, the sky growing dark and daunting. The next he found himself in complete darkness as he stumbled to the side. “Welcome to my humble abode” came a sly voice, Artix whipped his head around but it was hard to see anything through the darkness. “Now that your here, we shall have to kill y-OW!!” a few scuffling noises and then finally a huge thud followed by Aldestinas voice. “Clown you jackass, he's with me!!” she scolded and slowly the lights flickered and Artix’s eyes were invaded painfully forcing him to squint.

Three faces were all staring in his direction with warm and comforting expressions. Aldestina was standing over a rather lanky looking boy with her fist raised, a huge red mark had been smacked onto the boy’s face. “I told ya not to pull that crap” she warned before returning to her usual straight backed posture. Suddenly voices began to whisper amongst themselves and talk as if Artix wasn't even present.

“Who the hells that guy ?”
“He doesn't look like much”
“Hey Grimm what do you think of him ?”
“I couldn't care less”
“I wonder if he can cook a decent meal”
“What are you saying about my cooking!!”

“SHADDAP!!!” Aldestina bellowed and instantly everybody fell silent, clearly she was the alpha wolf in this pack. “This is Artix, he's a new addition to our group so hit the dance floor and ill introduce ya” she added and right away there were three people standing in front of him, all of which came from different directions as if they were scattered and hiding like rats.

Aldestina had stepped away from her previous spot and stood directly beside the young man she had previously punched in the jaw. “This idiot is Clown” she said, gesturing towards a young boy with long blonde hair that straggled all over his shoulders and lanky features, he bore a huge impish smile across his face. “Getting friendly with Aly already huh?” he chuckled, only to be elbowed in the stomach by Aldestina before she moved on to a large looking guy with huge arms, he looked like he could squish Artix without even trying. “This is Brick” she introduced placing her slender fingers on one of his shoulder’s. “So, um...can ya cook ?” he asked with a hopeful look in his eye and scratching the head that was hidden beneath his huge black afro. Artix gave a small nod and watched as Brick's features lit up with happiness. “This is Missy” Aldestina muttered with a slightly elated tone as she stood beside a small girl who sported a white apron her red hair tied back in a bun and a rolling pin latched between her fingers. “We’ll be having soup for dinner” she smiled happily but her face became morbid as she saw Bricks expression of disgust.

“And finally that guy over there” Aldestina pointed out a guy dressed entirely in black with thick shadowed hair and hunching over as he sat on a small box in the corner. “Thats grimm...its best to just leave him alone for a while.” She advised.

It couldn't have been better. Artix was happier than he had ever been since coming to the soul society, he had found a small group of kids just like him who had been tossed into this world without a second glance. A few years passed and finally Artix had gained his own nickname in the team. “Silent King” as he didn't talk much and the only response you’d ever receive from him would be a small nod or humm of understanding. It was his job in the group to gather resources, which meant he had to steal from local street vendors in order to provide the things they needed to survive. Over the years they had accumulated a large amount of treasures and provisions and things couldn't be any better. But naturally nothing good ever lasts.

Artix’s latest score had been a small golden statue of a dragon and a bag of apples. He rushed home to introduce his new treasure to the other guys, he flung himself through the warehouse doors. All he was greeted by was the soft whistling of the wind blowing through a desolate and deserted floor space. He attempted calling out, but no reply came. He searched the warehouse and the surrounding area but none of them were in sight, not even Grimm who very rarely left the warehouse. Upon searching the storage crates he found that they had been stripped bare, all of the silver and golden valuables he had collected over the years had been stolen by none other than his own friends. How could he be so stupid. The districts of rukongai were numbered with the highest being the worst for a reason. They were filled with hoodlums, murderers and most of all traitors. He released the bag and the dragon from his grasp, letting them drop to the floor with a clatter and fell to his knees. Artix had lost everything and had gained only one thing: he had learned that “Nobody could be trusted.”

[Artix Von Creg]

The demon king of rukongai:
Many years passed since Artix had been robbed of everything he had and abandoned in a world he knew nothing of. He began to grow distant to everyone he met, pushing them away, afraid that he may be cast aside as he had been so many times before. Of course one man walking the streets of Rukongai seemed to be an easy target and thus Artix had been confronted by a gang of thugs. They pushed him around and toyed with him before finally growing bored with him, the largest of them personally volunteered to murder Artix without back up. Big mistake on his part. To Artix’s surprise the thug was a lot weaker than he was, his punches hardly hurt as they connected with Artix’s face and vice versa Artix seemed to be doing a lot more damage than he intended by simply knocking his opponent with his elbow.

Before long the muscle brained idiot was down and to Artix’s surprise he felt....better. Beating up that good for nothing street rat had vented a little of the frustration that had built up over the years and it was fun to risk his life for the thrill of the fight. With all of the adrenaline pumping through his system he instantly leapt at the rest of the thugs and lapped them all up in no time. Blood ran along the cracks of the pavement and stained the dirt below his feet. Without meaning to he had killed nearly half of them....and felt no remorse. He knew that what he had just done was wrong yet there was no shock, there was no regret just sheer satisfaction in knowing that he was more powerful than those guys. Another thing that startled Artix...he was hungry. For the first time in decades his stomach had growled. He checked himself over, inspecting his wounds and determining how serious they were before setting off in search of food.

Of course it wasn't long before word got out that a young man about the age of eighteen had beaten up an entire troop of gang members with his bare fists. Other people set themselves up in front of him, only to be knocked down and some were even killed. Slowly Artix began to grow colder, the experience of battle had hardened his heart and he could now kill people without doing so by accident. His fighting methods began to change dramatically, he no longer simply beat them to a pulp. He broke limbs, he sliced off body parts, he impaled people on swords and eventually people began calling his fighting style demonic.

As he walked the streets nobody ever looked at him. Nobody approached him nobody dared breathe a word about him while he was in the area and slowly he began to accept that and his mind learned to block off peoples opinions and in turn he began to care a lot less for other peoples emotions, doing what he wanted whenever he felt like it. When he grew hungry, he simply invaded somebody’s home and stole food. If he grew tired he kicked people out of buildings and he slept under shelter. Should he get bored, he roamed the streets searching for a fight.

Pretty soon there wasn’t a single soul in rukongai who hadn't heard of Artix, wherever he went people recognized him instantly by the description of tall, dark, heavily scarred and the aura of a demon. Every time he wandered into a new area the only thing that ushered from the quivering lips of the residents was “The demon king”


What I want:
Nothing mattered anymore, the fun had been taken out of everything. No longer were the local street thugs of Rukongai a challenge, with a simple flick of his wrist Artix could snap a mans neck. Not that he had to anymore, now everybody stayed away from him including the gangs. Everybody was afraid of the demon king. He could do what he wanted and people would simply move out of the way and turn a blind eye, things began to grow dull. He no longer had to threaten people, they moved as soon as they saw him approaching, he no longer had to fight the street rats, it was so easy they practically killed themselves. He needed a challenge, he wanted a challenge.

His tired eyes moved upwards and towards the horizon, a huge golden building shone under the sunlight. Its red roof emanating with the promise of power, the walls surrounding it suggested an obstacle that would be a challenge to climb over. The massive amount of reiatsu coming from the all of the students of the shinigami university suggested interesting opponents. “Thats what I want” Artix smiled maliciously.

He had heard about the shinigami on his travels and had seen a few of them here and there. They were strong individuals with powers far greater than what Artix had now. Artix wanted that power. He wanted the chance to fight some of the strongest fighters in the world, to test his strength against the best!


The failure branded underdog:
Once Artix had enrolled in the shinigami academy he was pretty sure he was going to do well for himself. When it came to advanced combat techniques and sparring sessions he excelled above all other students. But when it came to Kido practice he was the lowest in his class. Every time he attempted to fire a spell it blew up in his face.

Quite often he got in trouble with the teachers because of his rebellious attitude, mostly for little things such as eating in class and sleeping on the academy roof during Kido practice. The worst however was when he attacked a teacher. During his extra Kido lessons which his instructor advised him to take his tutor would constantly yell and bring him down every time he messed up. Eventually Artix lost his grip on sanity and attacked the teacher with beastly anger. He expected to be kicked out of the academy but luckily they gave him a a second chance. But little to Artix's knowledge they did this as an act of mercy. They didn't expect him to pass the final academy test.

When it came to the written tests he wasn't completely useless, but he wasn't good at it either. His nerves would always get the best of him when he encountered a question he couldn't answer and he would spend precious minutes staring at the page blankly.

However despite all this he graduated at an early age. His final score for Kido practice was extremely low but his scores for sparring sessions and combat techniques along with his average test scores were just high enough to scrape him his graduation. This surprised his tutors (especially the one he beat up) and they enrolled him as a shinigami subordinate.

Once he had first reached the court guard squads he was placed into the fifth division, he didn't know how this was going to turn out but he made the most of it.

Desired Position: Fifth division. That is all.

RP Sample:

This lifestyle reminded Artix of his rukongai days. During the times when the sun was up he was outside doing his own thing, but when the moon rose he hid away in one of his little hidey holes. It wasnt as bad as before though as he had come a long way since then. Gone were his dark feelings of vengeance and hate and this time he wasnt entirely alone, Rose (despite Artix's protests) had decided to abandon the soul society with him to live in the human world. His heart burst with gratitude at how much she wanted to be with her brother and he was in fact glad to have the company. Right now however Rose was still in the soul society, they had agreed that she should stay there for a few more weeks until they could be certain that the court guard squads wouldnt go looking for Artix. If they did then Rose would be required to let the new fifth division captain Hikari know about Artix and tell her to keep the shinigami away from him. That was all they could do, and only hope that it would be enough. Lord only knows what would happen if they found out what Artix could do now. Experiment on him? Keep him in a giant test tube and poke him around with strange devices? He didnt want to think about it.

While in the human world Artix had also learned a great many things about this strange new power he had anonamously recieved. A number of times he had fought hollow and instinctively reached to remove his eyepatch, as he did so the mask that he saw down by the warehouses appeared out of nowhere in front of his face and he felt empowered. It was a wierd feeling, but he was both grateful and apprehensive for his mask. It was a gift and a curse. His gift was the strength the mask held, his curse was the feeling of isolation he had now. He didnt feel like a shinigami, or an arrancar, more like something inbetween that was closer to a shinigami but not quite there and as far as he knew he was the only one of his kind.

He didnt speak much anymore. Something Rose had pointed out to him a few days ago. This wasnt entirely true however, he spoke just as much as he ever did (And even then it wasnt much) it was just, he had these sessions where he would just zone out and think about things. Sometimes it was something random like where he would have to hide to avoid shinigami patrol detection. Other times it was about The demon king, Satine, The mask, pretty much everything that had happened to him in his life thus far. Hardly any of it good. There was something about the past that he cherished, he had once lived without memory of his past and it hurt him so much, now though he had his whole life (and afterlife) to reflect on, something he never had before. It was strange. Some memories made him frown, others made him smile and some confused him. In a way it was nice to review his life every now and then.

But today was a new day. Actually today was the anniversary of Baku parks opening according to the poster outside the gates but that wasnt why Artix was here. He was here for a number of reasons. One of which would be for protection, not for himself but for the many humans in the park who were clustered around stalls and enjoying themselves. Such a high concentration of spiritual energy was bound to attract hollows. The second reason he was here was because he was bored and the festival reminded him of the many open ended stalls that were situated around his home town during his human life.

The real reason however was because of the immense reiatsu signature that was coming from this area.
It hit him so suddenly while he walked past the park gates, but not in a bad way. It felt familiar to him like he had felt it before some time ago and in its familiarity he found comfort, but aside fom that it felt familiar in a different way. It felt like the reiatsu signature that radiated off of Artix himself, strong and fierce, yet tamed. Like an immensely destructive power that could be called upon at will.

He walked carefully through the parks pathways. People bumped into him accidentally, most of them tried to stay out of his way, probably intimidated by his size and the way he looked. He was around six foot with scars all over his body, the only ones that were showing now were the ones on his neck and face, along with the huge and nasty looking burn mark on his jaw. This burn mark stretched all the way down past the collar of his shirt and across his stomach, the result of an endearing battle between him and the demon king. He was used to the looks people gave him by now. It didnt bother him.

But this spiritual pressure did. It was so close he felt like the owner was standing directly next to him but he couldnt see anybody who he think might hold such a power, he damned his underdeveloped spiritual sense. At the call of a stall vendor selling assorted foods, among which were some rather appetising looking meatbuns Artix turned his head.

"First one's a free sample!" The vendor stated with a hoarse voice and inviting smile. Unable to help himself Artix gently made his way through the crowd and reached over the shoulder of a short young woman with boyish black hair, aiming for the meat bun...

[Artix Von Creg]

Done! =D

[Miki Tenshi]

Are you starting Arty all over again?

[Artix Von Creg]

Yeah I pushed the reset button on Arty. =D

[Sakuya Darkholme]

-Insert Reminder for Disapproval/Approval-

[Izumi Tenshi]

Uh Arty. << I really wanna know what position you want. You didn't ask for any in particular but your app to me is good enough for Captain. Length =/= quality in the slightest but the quality is just as good. Sooo I really want to know what total you want. If you want to be Captain I can award you that if you want to be lower then that's just as fine as well. Its your choice.

[Mr. X]

Well I cant very well see Artix in any other division but the fifth and both the captain and LT spots are taken. In all honesty I wanted the rank that Artix began at the very first time I created him; Third seat. This time around however I wanted to make a sort of Ikkaku type character in the sense that he has the strength to be a captain but for some reason (Lack of leadership qualities, laziness, etc) he's stuck where he is.

[Izumi Tenshi]

Well I can't award you Captain EP for now so if you want third seat then I'll just have to give you 300 EP atm. There's a limited number of Captain level spots for now since we're just trying to fill the factions. Hopefully you understand... =/

[Mr. X]

Can I not just transfer my GP from BG like everybody else? o.O

[Izumi Tenshi]

Err you can of course. << I can pester Kiriko to do the transfer stuff for you.

[Mr. X]

That would be much appreciated. ^w^

[Kiriko Tenshi]

989 base EP.

Note that you won't be gaining EP here from anything you got with your BGotei character (i.e. Rank up bonuses up to your highest rank obtained on BGotei or Prestige Class bonuses).

[Izumi Tenshi]

Just to make it clear that means you won't gain any EP from any rank up short of Exalted. But considering your EP total you can have your Ikkaku character.

[Mr. X]

That'll be perfect, thanks again! ^w^

[Izumi Tenshi]

App approved for 3rd Seat of Division 5 with the EP Total of 989.

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