Name: Szec Dahn
Male or Female: Male
Type: Arrancar
Las Noches: Yes
Hate Soul Reapers?: Doesn't care about them.
Bio:
Past unknown. He's a moodswinger. Loves killing but keeps his bloodlust hidden. If he fights for to long his bloodlust is unhidden and it causes people to either not be able to move or to slow down at different levels, depending on their level of power/skill/spiritual pressure. He becomes faster also, but for every 5 min that he's in that state, he has to sleep for 1 hr. If he's fought to long, to injured, or to tired he will immedeatly go unconcious after the battle. His zanpaktou turns into Gunzi's claws (search pics of gunzi and you'll see his weapon in almost every pic) in ressurecion form.
Short Bio:
He’s a well-muscled man of average height (6’0” I want to say), with long, layered yellow-blond hair that runs just a little past his shoulders and covers his eyes—which are a bright, clear intimidating blue, complete with tiny pupils of the insane.
He wears a short-sleeved red hoodie (sometimes mistaken for pink, but he'll assure you it isn't), almost always with the hood up, concealing his eyes further. Because the garment is always left open, and he wears no shirt underneath, it’s easy to get a glimpse of his elaborate tattoo—it’s thick and black and hard to ignore, taking up the majority of his chest, arms and back. It’s composed of two sun-like circles on his shoulders, connected to an odd pattern on his chest; this crawls all the way up to his throat, which is entirely covered in black except for a small space of un-marked skin down the center, and it lines his jaw. The tattoo also extends past his shoulder blades and finally ends on his backside. Additionally, on either of his wrists there are flame-like markings that run up to his elbows, and it's no doubt he has even more odd tattoos on his legs.
His ears are lined with various piercings, mainly simple hoops, while wrists are partially concealed by bandages, beneath his weapons—Wolverine-esque claws—attached to his knuckles, which most likely conceal self-inflicted injures or tracklines from drug usage.
He wears generic black jeans—low-riding ones, giving a rather suggestive view of his hips. He has two belts, one plain and one studded, adorned with a few chains, and, oddly, at least a dozen dog tags (probably tags of people he's killed). On his feet he wears half-done army boots, their tops peeled down, with his pant legs stuffed into them.
PERSONALITY: Generally, it varies. Sometimes he'll speak coherently, in complete sentences (although it's usually smart-assed remarks or insults), other times he speaks childishly, almost as if he had a mental disorder of some sort... which he probably does.
He’s insane—completely, utterly insane. There really isn’t much to his personality besides that, aside from the fact he completely lacks any morals at all (he isn’t opposed to maiming, killing indiscriminately, etc)
Rarely is he ever not smiling, a wide, twitchy smile that shows his teeth. He also has a penchant for giggling devilishly, constantly, for seemingly no reason at all, which intimidates and frightens many people, not to mention his random yelling and mumbling to himself, as well as letting his tongue hang out all the time.
When he speaks, his voice is sinister and nasally—and his words don’t always make sense, sometimes making him seem a bit more dull than he actually is—he’ll speak in riddles or made up, cutesy words, mostly just to tease, confuse, and frustrate whoever he’s currently interacting with. He also has a habit of speaking lazily, undulating between loud and soft, making it hard to tell when he's being serious, fooling around, or trying to seduce. Most don't get him. Really, though, he is as dumb as a fox. He is capable of civil conversation, but typically, he isn’t really interested, unless the situation is really serious… or |