Joseff Johnson
Posts : 23 Join Date : 2014-04-10 Exp : 245 Weapon Skill : Master HSM : Untrained Reiatsu : Untrained Hakudo : Master
| Subject: Joseff Johnson (FIN) Thu Apr 10, 2014 4:50 am | |
| ~~~Arrancar~~~ Name:Joseff Johnson Alias: Oso Grande Hambrón Superior JoJo Princess, either by itself or in front of any of the above names. (He hates his nicknames. Only someone who didn't know him or wanted to aggravate him would call him these.) Age: 143 Visual Age: 17 Gender: Male Reiatsu Color: Pale BlueHollow Hole Location: Middle of chest Affiliation: Las Noches Rank: Decimo Espada Aspect of Death: Wrath --------------------Persona-------------------- Appearance: Joseff’s appearance isn’t particularly remarkable. He has short brown hair and matching brown eyes. While he isn’t short, standing at 5’10, he is still dwarfed by many of the arrancar within Las Noches. With a youthful face and a lightly muscled build, he isn’t the most visually intimidating Espada either. Much to his chagrin, not even a lone hair will grow on his face. His mask fragment covers his forehead and two spikes run from the back of this crest through half of his hair. Many have referred to his mask fragment as a tiara. There are only small differences that distinguish his outfit from other arrancar outfits. He wears a tight sleeveless shirt that reveals a thin ring of skin between the shirt and his obi and an open white longcoat over this. Covered by his shirt, his hollow hole rests in between his shoulder blades. Likewise, his #10 tattoo between his left shoulder and his neck is also covered by his shirt. Personality: Joseff is very vengeful and has a short temper. He has learned to choose his battles, but he is still willing to fight outside of his own weight class. Anyone who has witnessed him fight knows of his signature battle cry: "Ra". It's a habit he picked up as an Adjuchas. He is also energetic, hating to have down time. The exception to this is when enjoying his sole vice: apples. Joseff has strong views and is very stubborn. He does not believe in attacking unprovoked. He hates those who act very smug or obnoxious. He also condemns theft and lechery. He is noticeably more lenient towards women and will even refuse to fight them. He doesn't prefer to hang around other arrancar or even Las Noches. He regularly goes on trips to the Human World despite the risk even when he has a fresh supply of apples. --------------------History-------------------- History: - Spoiler:
Joseph was born on December 10, 1871 to a blacksmith. He had no ambition for smelting however. It seemed the only thing that he was interested in was picking fights. He had a nasty temper. One day, his father was shocked to learn that his son had suddenly grown an interest in the blacksmith’s trade. He had a feeling that his son had a hidden agenda, but he was so grateful to see his son learning how to support himself that he didn’t care about what that agenda was. Little did he know, Joseff was planning on learning to support more than just himself. He had fallen in love. Once he had saved up enough money, he had asked her on a date. She had insisted that he didn’t want to date her, but he eventually wore her down. Their first couple of dates had went very well. Then, all of a sudden, everyone seemed to know that he was courting her. Everywhere he went, he would receive indecent comments about the girl and he had gotten into more fights than ever. Eventually, he was locked up for a night, which caused him to miss a date with his girlfriend. Once he had explained why he had never shown up, she revealed to him that he was wrong to have fought all of those men. Their words had all been true: she was a prostitute. She could have just kept this from Joseff as long as she was able to, but her conscience wouldn’t allow her to let him get thrown in jail again in her place. She thought that he would reject her but it was quite the opposite. He promised that he would save her from a life on the streets. Within months, they had eloped to London. However, within one year they were upon hard times and his new wife had slipped into old habits. He would find out about this from the coroner, as she had been murdered by the famous “Whitechapel Murderer”. On that very day, he had sworn vengeance against this fiend. Every night, he would search for him all night. On one very rainy night, he had fallen prey to pneumonia and died.
Not even death would stop him in his search. Eventually, he had even found the murderer. At least, he had found a murderer. This man was actually only a copycat. However, he was powerless to stop him. Towards the end of his life as a spirit, he felt only pain. Pain and a desire to not only kill this man, but wipe him off of the face of the earth. The only evidence that the man had existed after Joseff’s transformation was the bloody stain left behind. He had become a lumbering monster with a ursine mask over his face. Confused and hungry, his parents had become his targets. He had come to them for comfort, but they couldn’t see him. They were ignoring him. At least, that’s how he understood their reaction. In a rage, they had been brutally attacked and eaten, just as he had done to the murderer before. Faced with the reality of his actions shortly afterwards, he had wished for nothing more than to escape and a means of escape had been provided to him under his own power as a hollow. A dimensional tear appeared before Joseff and guided him to the land of hollows. It was here that he witnessed a physical representation of the dread and emptiness he felt. He spent hours in the spot where he had arrived before departing to the Human World once more. He would repeat his actions against Jack the Ripper. Anyone who abused their power, anyone who preyed on the weak, anyone who would raise their hand to a lady, they were prey. Of course, they weren’t his only targets. He simply couldn’t find deserving men often enough. His diet usually consisted of those he considered strong enough to defend themselves. Not from him, of course, but in general. Soon, he had decided that the biggest bullies and the biggest threats were other hollows. He could kill them with no weight on his conscience as all hollows preyed on other beings. He spent less time in the Human World as a result. He had become accustomed to the barren landscape of Hueco Mundo and even welcomed it. He sought out other hollows and made his own presence known. His claws ached to slash through masks. Once he had made this change in ideology, he found that he encountered other hollows more frequently. Where he had been a hunter before, he was now a warrior once more. Eventually, in Hueco Mundo, he had come across a huge grouping of hollows. He was filled with glee. He engaged in a free for all with all of the surrounding hollows. Curiously, a metamorphosis had begun. He could feel the force of the other hollows not only gnawing at his body, but at his mind. So many conflicting forces battled in his head. He wasn’t willing to let them win though. He had to make all of them suffer. A new being had been formed, several stories tall. He would have questioned how he had come to reach this new perspective, but the voices weren’t gone. They were only buried and they were already trying to find their way out of the ground. This was the longest portion of his life.
He sunk into the sands below into a level of Hueco Mundo somehow more depressing than the surface. This underground passage was where the trees that dotted the desert landscape took root. They weren’t the only things that rose from the ground like towers in this hell. Nearly all hollows took the same form that he had taken on, though most of their masks were uniform. Life was an endless struggle for survival internally and externally and if wasted energy could not be replenished at a fast enough rate, death was inevitable. His living conditions had slightly increased once he had met Killer Z. Killer Z was one of the many Adjuchas that led Menos Grande into war for territory. Despite Killer Z obviously outclassing him, he still challenged him upon first meeting him. Fortunately, instead of dealing him the death blow, he offered him the opportunity to fight for him. With wounded pride, Joseff accepted. For years, he fought as Z’s most valuable soldier earning the nickname, Oso Grande not only for his appearance but for his indomitable battle prowess. The other Menos could barely scratch him, much less sink their teeth into him. Within decades he had increased their territory by half. His only purpose was to not be absorbed into the monstrosity that is the hollow race. The fruit of his efforts was his transformation into an Adjuchas. He had returned to a form resembling his original hollow form, but with some differences. He still maintained his bulky hunched form, but he was much larger. His claws were longer than ever and had a plating similar to the color of his mask. He stood on two feet. The need to eat was less urgent. With this new form, Killer Z had rechristened the hollow, Hambrón Superior. With more time to think, he had begun to realize how he no longer derived any moral pleasure from fighting hollows. They were just beasts at best and food at worst. While Z had elevated him to the status of an equal and they shared in the spoils of war, Joseff desired more. One one dark night in Hueco Mundo, he questioned why he was being tortured with such a treacherous existence and began to attack himself, damaging his mask in the process.
For the first time in years, the voices had left. He had surmised that his prayers had been answered by a higher being. He still felt unfulfilled, but he also felt that he had been given a new lease on life. He wanted to uplift Killer Z in the same way, but he was unwilling to cooperate. He didn’t believe that breaking his mask could accomplish anything worthwhile and perhaps more importantly, he was actually satisfied with his life. While he was reluctant to leave Z behind, he decided that he would live among humans again, even if he couldn’t interact with them. He yearned for a life that he barely remembered. He remembered working as a blacksmith, and his own name, but that was it. That’s when he first discovered the existence of shinigami. He ultimately defeated the unprepared soldier, but he still never forgot the sting of the zanpakuto. He was more careful of his visits to the Human World for many years. One day, he had stumbled upon the only structure in Hueco Mundo: Las Noches. It was a haven for arrancar which sounded incredible at first. At last he had found peers. Unfortunately, those peers were arrancar. All of them had been hollows at one point and they still held many of their less than savory traits. Reverting to a humanoid form had caused him to revert to his tendency of picking fights. His hair trigger temper was easily aggravated by the crude nature of many of his fellow arrancar. He was willing to pick a fight with anyone. This had changed on the day that he had challenged the Decimo to a fight. If you could call the spectacle a fight. Still, Joseff had impressed the Espada with his strength and bravery. He had recruited him as a fraccion on that day, garnering him a fraction of the respect he desired. The condition for his position was that he never challenge an Espada, for his own safety. At first, Joseff was satisfied with this arrangement, but he wanted more respect. More than that, he wanted influence. He did not like the culture of Las Noches itself. He wanted to impose a change. He wanted to be king. That would come later. First, he had to become one of the Espada. He had begun to train to defeat the Decimo. In the end, this task was accomplished for him by the Seireitei. He remembered that day all too well. He was forced to fight in a war he held no stake in. He held no love for a shinigami, but he had no animosity towards them either. The Decimo’s death was the only good thing that had come out of it. He was able to quickly succeed him. Not that this meant much after the death of the king. He knew that he wasn’t powerful enough to claim the position in the madness. To this day, he still trains to become more powerful so that he can eventually rule over Las Noches. This is his secret ambition.
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