Description
Name: Jericho Corvus
Age: 20/ 542
Species: Arrancar
Appearance:
Wears Arrancar outfit with very high collar and wears his top only zipped up half-way. Since he did not obtain his Arrancar powers from the hougyouku, his hollow eyes still remain. Ignore the number 1 on his head.
Personality
Personality: Jericho is a very laid back Arrancar, he doesn’t really care about most goings on. He usually likes just wandering about doing nothing. Doing nothing is one of the few things Jericho focuses himself on, and gets very annoyed when he is interrupted. All he really wants is peace between factions so he can go back to basking in the endless night that is his Hueco Mundo. Despite his attitude towards them, Jericho truly cares for his Arrancar brethren, and would put his life on the line for them, if the need should arise. You can usually find Jericho slouching with his hands in his pockets. His face either bearing an neutral or grumpy expression.
Equipment
Resurreccion
Sealed Appearance: 
Release phrase and action: Jericho holds his Zanpoktou out in front of him, gathering his reiatsu, and then lets go of it, but it does not fall. The dagger floats there while Jericho puts his arms out like he's a scarecrow and then utters, "Obliviate....Cuervo"
Resurreccion name: Cuervo (Crow)
Resurreccion appearance: His speed and strength increase tenfold in this form. In this form he is very fast and agile, that combined with his clawed hands and feet, make his attacks devastating. His silver armor is ten times the strength of his Hierro.
Resurreccion abilities:
1. Cero Rascar: Jericho melds his reiatsu around his claws and makes enlarged purple cero claws that can slash and tear at his enemies. He can also launch these claws to latch onto his opponent and then detonate like they were hit with a powerful cero.
2. Bastidor de Cuervo: Jericho's small wing prongs on his back extend out and generate purple reiastu to create wings of energy. They can block attacks and they increase the speed of his sonido x10.
3. Tormenta de Pluma: Jericho beats his wings and hundreds of purple feathers shoot out at incredible speeds. When they hit something, they explode with a devastating force of cero energy.
4. Cero Termino: Jericho condenses his wings back into his body, absorbing his energy with it. He then concentrates all of that energy into his hands, then his fingertips, forming ten tiny orbs of energy on his finger tips. Each of them shoots out a tiny beam to the center in front of his palms, creating a larger orb, about the size of a baseball. Then, without warning, a concentrated beam shoots form the orb and the destruction that follows is devastating.
Fighting strengths and weaknesses:
Strengths: He is a very skilled in hand to hand combat.
His Cero abilities are unmatched among the Arrancars.
His agility allows him to dodge attacks easily.
Weaknesses: Does not like to fight, so if attacked he will often only dodge and not retaliate.
If one of his comrades was in danger, he could not idly stand by and watch them die, often resulting him jumping onto blades...with his body.
His sword play leaves much to be desired, meaning if he fights an opponent who can cut his Hierro, he's in trouble.
Prominence in Cero/Sonido ect.: He is very proficient in his sonido skills but his true mastery lies in his ceros. To fire normal ceros he does not even have to truly gesture and can fire his purple beams out of most anywhere on his body, making fighting him very unpredictable.
History
History: Though he does not remember it, Jericho committed suicide in Germany. His chain was cut as soon as he was dead and he became a hollow. Wandering in the world of the living, lost. He was taken in by a few other fellow hollow who took him back to Hueco Mundo in the Gillian forest. They dubbed him Jericho Corvus for his Crow like appearance. He fought there with his comrades and started to eat other hollow. Eventually his friends turned on him and tried to eat him. Out of shock, Jericho defeated them all and consumed them, making him a Menos Grande retaining his intelligence. He then wandered around eating other mindless Menos, eventually turning him into a Adjuchas. He thought his troubles were over and he could finally find companions. When he approached a group of other adjuchas, they attacked him. Still so confused why he was cursed to be alone forever, he fought the encampment of Adjucjases, defeating all of them and leaving him near the brink of death. He recovered when he ate all of there bodies and he transformed again, bursting up from beneath the sand to the true Hueco Mundo, he came into the eternal night as a Vasto Lorde. He wandered through the world alone, without purpose. His great hunger was gone, but he had no one. He didn't want to be alone anymore.
He eventually found a group of people in white robes. They looked human, but he could tell they were not. He approached them with no intent of harm. He spoke to them, asked what they were. They told him they were Arrancar and they protected each other. He wanted so badly to be apart of their group. He noticed they only had fragments of there masks. So he he grabbed the top of his mask and with all his might, ripped it off. In a flash of light, he appeared before them as an Arrancar. He has been with them ever since. Now that he no longer had to fight, Jericho became very fond of laying down and looking at the stars of Hueco Mundo, or as some of the others say, doing nothing and he was just fine with that.
So begins...
Kisharo noticing Junji back off a little and allowed his zanpaktou to return to its sealed state, and looks at the other new comer that hasn't really said anything, "Do we really have to do this, all we want is to take care of the hollows like the one you two stole from us. We are clearing this area out so that its safer for these humans. That one just took us by surprise. Now perhaps we can start with introductions possibly."
Jericho just sighed as Calma leaped into action. She destroyed the Hollow fairly quickly, with just one blow. No surprise there, the only thing that stood any kind of a chance to an Arrancar would be a Vasto Lorde, and even then, Jericho used to be one. Calma was kind enough to break the soul in half and give it to him. Jericho caught it and gave her a nod in thanks. It seemed another Shinigami had joined the other and had activated his Shikai. They were flaming kunckles. They say that a Shinigami's Zanpoktou is a reflection of their true selves, this one must be blunt with a fiery passion. Odd how well that fit. That one didn't seem to notice how in trouble they truly were. The other one though, the one Calma wanted to kill, he seemed to know that he was screwed. Calma began slowly turning into the devious little moster she was when she fought. In all honesty, he liked that side of her, it was refreshing compared to the usual Calma.
The other Shinigami seemed ot now want to talk, realizing maybe a bit more that he was out of his league. "Calma, did you hear that? All they want to do is kill Hollow's? I don't think they know what we are." With that, Jericho stepped out of his Gigai, eyes closed. He then popped the soul into his mouth and ate it. He then opened his eyes, revealing his Hollow eyes. "I'm Jericho Corvus, and we are......essentially, Hollows." He then released about 25% of his reiatsu. He had killed lesser Hollows just by doing this before. He just wanted to show them they were out of their league and that they should not resist. "Don't worry though, I won't fight you. I wouldn't insult Calma like that, offering help where she clearly didn't need it. So......the next move is yours."
Calma laughed as her own Reiatsu spiked, a mere 20% showing and it was as powerful as Jericho's. "Kill Hollows? But they're sooooo wimpy! I mean one couldn't even hit the Gillian that I'm sure Grimmy-dearest let out for fun!" She laughed and grinned. "I'm Calma, a true hollow as well..." The sclera of her eyes because to turn a light grey. She pouted as the shinigami wanted to talk.
"Talk? But why speak when your weapons do it for you?" She said. "Besides, why make it safe for humans? They destroy themselves, what's a couple of hollows to them?" She asked, tilting her head. "That's what I don't get, Jeri. They say they want to help humans. But humans are fine on their own! Really, you should be saving them from themselves, catch my drift? But your old man's kinda sly like that. Making you save people that don't even see you back... No recognition what so ever! Being a hollow is so much easier. Eat or be eaten." She said, holding her arms out wide. "So what's it gonna be? The prey or the predator?"
Kisharo looks at Junji and grins, "I dont think my shikai would have any effect if they attack but theres always the other option. Im Kisharo Nagasaki, and don't think that just letting off some of your reiatsu will scare us. It would be nice if you could just allow us to continue what we were doing instead of interfering, there are too many people here that would be casualties if a fight broke out." after finishing he let out his reiatsu to come close to matching this Jerichos that he had been hiding just in case a hollow would attack. He laughed a little, "See I can do that too, now if you really want to fight I suggest we take it elsewhere otherwise it was an accident that the thing over there was destroyed, but a fight with you two may or may turn out badly for the both us and you."
Calma blinked before she full on laughed. Her head lolled back and her chest heaved. "O-oh my gods! Jericho! Do you feel this? This kid... He thinks he's on our level! I can't believe it!" She eventually calmed down, though she giggled at random intervals. "Dear, dear, shinigami... You are so naive in your understanding..." She let her head roll forward as her eyes turned darker. "We are true hollows... That moron who took over didn't make us, we fought and eat and killed to be where we are now. We can and will kill you as well." She leaked a bit more, her Reiatsu up to 30%. The humans around them felt the pressure building and panicked. They ran from the area as the tents buckled under the pressure.
"Come fight me, hatchling, then you will learn your place. I fear only one thing and you can not achieve that easily." She glanced back at Jericho, and grinned wider. "Besides, I've been itching all week for a bite of your kind again... It's like eating a fellow hollow but sweeter... So much sweeter when they cry for undeserved mercy and a painless death..."
Getting rather iritated Kisharo questioningly asks, "Let me guess the one thing you fear is a shinigami's bankai, am I wrong? Im just taking a stab at the answer since you say we can not achieve it easily. But since you are insisting on a fight I will have to say let me confer with my comrade on who gets who then we may figure out which way to best go about it." He looks at Junji, "Well I don't think they are going to let us get away but you know it could be interesting, either way I think we should pick the place of where to fight." Kisharo raises a hand and calmly says, "Bakudo #21 Sekienton!" As the explosion goes off and leaves a rather large cloud of smoke Kisharo grabs Junji by the collar of his neck and uses shunpo to get them next to Daisetsu. "Hey we may have a problem. What do you think would be the best course of action. Its apparent that they are definitely strong." Kisharo asks quickly.
Daisetsu smirked. Two Arrancar right in front of him, and Kisharo and Junji want to run? Daisetsu had no plans to follow that course of action. "Well, you two obviously seem scared. If you want to run..." he said, drawing his sword, "be my guest. But I? I will not run from a fight, even if it seems bleak. What honor is there in running from a fight, especially for one so fun as this?" Daisetsu then laughed, jumping off the building and out of the smoke, allowing the two Arrancar to see him perfectly well. "My name is Daisetsu Komatsuzaki. I am a shinigami of Soul Society, and it is my duty to deal with hollows like you, no matter what. Even at the cost of my own well being! While my comrades may not share my own beliefs, I am set in stone to stand by them." Daisetsu unsheathed his sword from his belt, brandishing it. "You claim to be far superior than my allies and myself. While this may be true, I plan to test this myself," Daisetsu said, his voice unwavering. He was very well aware that he was most likely outclassed by these two. But what good would running away do? He might as well fight, and let fate decide the outcome.
"You seem unimpressed by Kisharo's shikai... understandable, a Shinigami's shikai is a very common capability that we have. However, we do have something greater, something that only the most powerful shinigami possess.... Bankai. Do you fear that, perhaps? I'm sure you do. What's to say that one of my allies, or even myself, already possess it?" Daisetsu said, then looking at the little girl.
"The little one... Calma, correct? You call us hatchlings. Cute, that you would use terminology from a bird's point of view, seeing as you creatures are so thoroughly convinced you are the animal you portray. Well, let me tell you something, bird, creatures in the animal kingdom are capable of survival from the moment they are born. A fully grown bird is just as capable of survival as a newly born chick. So calling me a hatchling does little to worry me. If you believe you are 'older' than me, than you naturally believe you are superior," Daisetsu continued, pacing back and forth slightly.
"Alas, I am rambling. My reasoning for my confidence is simple. You are a bird of the sky, correct? You and I are similar. We are both beings of the sky. While you are a visitor, however, I am a natural force, lightning from the heavens. And I will clip your wings, little bird," Daisetsu said, smirking. He held his sword out to his side, pointing it forward. "Spark... Kaminari!" Upon calling the release command, his zanpakuto turned pure blue, morphing into a circular shape. When the light faded, Daisetsu was holding a sizable blue-grey chakram, the handle black with gold trim. Its size was roughly the size of a large buckler shield, much larger than the sword it once was. He tossed it in the air, letting it drop a bit before using his reiatsu to cause it to levitate beside him, electricity sometimes sparking from the blade.
"Come, little bird. Let's see how well a 'natural' Arrancar really fights."
Calma laughed and shuddered happily. "All this power, swirling and clashing! If I wasn't used to this much, I'd surely be high off the stuff!" She cawed, wiggling around. She knwe what she was doing could get her in trouble with that Aizen man, but there was a challenge, a toy for her to break and eat. Why resist temptation when it's what she did?
"A natural force? The lightning that struck fear into the hearts of mortals? Bah, I fear not you." Her eyes slid closed, reminiscent of a familiar fox face. She grinned, her surprising sharp teeth showing. "But listening to your screams as I slowly eat at your Reiatsu.... That will be delicious..." She began to giggle lightly, her Reiatsu becoming a visible form, surrounding her in a unearthly greyish glow. It wasn't often her personality took this spin, often it was when she was excited and pissed at the same time.
"As for my fear... A Bankai? Not even a Gillian fears that. No... My fear is something you will never understand, never comprehend..." She rolled her shoulders and smiled somewhat tightly. "Now, shall we play a game? Loser forfeits their life!" Her hair grew longer, shifting around her. "No... That's too boring... Loser must leave with the winner to become their life servant... Yes, that will make this very fun..." She looked back at Jericho once more, remembering her reason of still fighting. "Jericho, please keep the other two away. I want to try out my newest skill set..." Here she was referring to her Resurrección, which she had just recently perfected. Now would be the best time to test it.
Kisharo looks at Daisetsu "I didn't want the gap to be so little considering their strength. You don't fear a bankai huh, I am guess that is because you have never experienced one for yourself. Dai you can have the little girl since she seems intent on you, I will try my luck with the other one." Kisharo closed his eyes and calmed himself, drew his zanpaktou and held his sheath in the other hand and then spoke so they could at least hear "Bankai.....Infinite Throng - Muragaru hachi!" As he spoke he spiked his reiatsu up to where he needed it to release his bankai and they each started to glow golden and then formed over his hands all the way up his arms to his shoulders. When the glowing stopped there was golden gauntlets with spikes on the knuckles and a strong yet flexible golden couter and a decently sized pauldrons. "Now Jericho you said your name was, since she doesn't want the interference how about it."
Junji started to walk towards the middle of the two groups. "Okay that is enough of this. Im getting sick and tired of all of this crap that the both of you guys are are getting us in trouble. Well that was my fault." He said pointing at the roller coaster. He looked down and noticed a teddy bear at his feet. He picked it up and looked around and could not find the person who dropped it. With the teddy bear in his looked at both of the groups. "Dai, we are not here to kill or hurt them. They have done nothing wrong." he turns to the Arrancar that are in the opposite direction of his friends. He did more than likely the ballsest thing possible at that point in time. He walked up to the with the teddy bear. He approached the girl. "I'm sorry for ruining your time. Please take this." He offered out the bear.
Calma looked at the teddy bear before her battle crazied side faded. She took the bear and snuggled it. In all the cuteness, she forgot that the toy was given to her by her enemy and hugged him. She let go and landed back onto the ground. "Thanks, mister Shinigami-san!" She yelled up at him before retrieving her bag and gifts with glee. With a curious look back up at the shinigami, she grabbed Jericho by his arm, holding it against her chest.
"We gotta go home now, before Ggio and the others rat like a bunch of weasels... I love that boy like a brother but seriously..." She opened her Garganta and walked them through. As they appeared in Hueco Mundo, she looked around. Her side of Las Noches was nearby. "Hey, I know you hate going inside but do you wanna come play with me in my room?" She asked, bouncing on her heels. She, like her beloved Cirucci, had a room she lived in, separate from the other Arrancar. But she never minded, the others often let her get away with running around the white castle, helping the Espada where they needed it.
Kisharo's jaw dropped at how quickly her attitude went from wanting to kill something to happy. Unsure what to think he let his zanpaktou return to its sealed state. "Well I don't think I have ever seen that happen before. You seem a lot different from the others that we had heard about." Kisharo glances over at Daisetsu to see what he was going to do, he hated to make a rash decision but if they were going to follow them we would as well.
Jericho was putting on a facade, but the last thing he wanted to do now or ever was fight. He didn't care how strong or how weak someone was, he hated to fight. He had fought and killed so many so he could finally find a point in his afterlife where he could be at peace. Now that he had found it, he hated that Aizen was corrupting his brethren to be his own personal army to make war against the Shinigami. He really hated that this right here was a becoming a want and a norm among his people. So, when that young Shinigami stepped and offered peace, it took Jericho by surprise. He saw most shinigami as self-righteous and arrogant. But this one was willing to put aside his pride to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. He was relieved to see Calm accepted the gift and went back to her sweet, loveable self. Before she pulled hom back through the Garganta, he turned a gave a nod to the young Shinigami, as if to say Thank you.
Jericho listened to what Calma had to say as they entered the Garganta. Calma was much closer to the other Arrancar than he was. The only ones besides Calma that tolerated Jericho would be Starrk and, on the few occasions they had spoken, Ulqiorra. Personally, he found Ggio to be a self-centered, brown nosing, arrogant sycophant. Though deep down, he was a very loyal person and had a set of values that he lived his life by, which Jericho could respect. "Hey, I know you hate going inside but do you wanna come play with me in my room?" Jericho was caught off guard by the question. It was true, Jericho hated to go inside of the Prison that was Las Noches. That Fox Faced Shinigami had told him it was only a matter of time before he either served Aizen, or was killed. He hated tempting any of his brothers and sisters the possibility of attempting to kill him to please their new master. Though, according to the blind one, Aizen was keen on recruiting Jericho for something.....special. JEricho had said he would think about it. The blind one responded with "Take your time, it is not a factor.......yet." Still, their day had been ruined and he would like to spend more time with Calma. "Well.....sure. I guess our day out was ruined. Lead the way." He stated with his usual tone.
As they walked, he kept eyeing her and the teddy bear that shinigami gave her. He finally decided to speak up. "You know......Calma. I was surprised at your decision earlier. With all of the other Arrancars preparing for against the Soul Society, I was afraid you would fight them, but you didn't. They offered peace, and you accepted it. if more of us could be like you and that Sjinigami, I'm sure the afterlife would be a better place for everybody. I guess what I'm trying to say is.........I'm proud of you. Whatever that's worth." He said with a light tone to her. He then put his hands back in his pocket and gained his usual slouched position and sort of just looked at the ground. Jericho knew Calma thought of him as a friend, but she had a lot of friends, so he wasn't sure how much he cared about his opinion. But.......Calma was really his only friend, so, whenever he said something like that to her, it meant a lot to him. He hoped she could see that.
Calma ducked into his line of vision and looked at Jericho. "It's worth a lot, Jeri-tan." She smiled before running ahead some, turning and bending some, her arms behind her back. "After all! You're the only one who never seeks me out! You don't shoo me away either!" She smiled as they entered the white castle. She turned and grabbed his hand, pulling him through twisting hallways until she reached the entrance. She ran into one of the entryways and smiled as they fell.
She landed on a large pillar sticking out of water. She looked around at her room. Water covered the floor, deep and dark. A whirlpool sat on one side and rocky cliffs sat on the other. She remembered a visit to the human world and picking up a book, the Odyssey by a human named Homer. She remembered seeing him as a Hollow. She wondered what had become of him now before she whistled softly.
Two roars answered her as her two pet hollows appeared, one popping out from his home in the whirlpool, the other molded from the cliffs. "Both of you, this is my beloved Crow, Jericho!" She said, getting two more responding roars. The one in the cliff, a large dragon-like hollow, bowed. "This lovely lady is Scylla." The whirlpool hollow, a turtle looking hollow tilted his head. "And this handsome man is Charybdis! They're my pets, I found them in Hueco Mundo, nearly suffocating from lack of water! Aren't they adorable!?" She cooed at them lovingly.
Ano followed Isperia with no expression, the small enjoyment of abusing a single human fading away slowly. "He touched me. I didn't want his filth getting on my gigai. Bad enough being weighed down by what's suppose to be there." The sound of a fight met his ears as him and Isperia approached a cheering crowd. Ano was disappointed to see it was a pointlessly violent fist fight between two men, either drunk or high enough to be acting like complete fools in public. Who knows, maybe that was just human nature. "As amusing as it is to watch people try and kill each other, I think I've had quite enough," he said as he took a sharp turn and began walking away. He took two steps when a sudden rush of spiritual pressure hit him like a wall. Calma and Jericho, without a doubt. And there was three other presences. Small but definitively there. Shinigami. A sudden stir grew in Ano's chest as he stepped away from the crowd, shouting, "Looks like the real entertainment has finally arrived, Isperia! Try and keep up!"
Anochecer slipped into an alley and broke out of his gigai, snatching the pill out of the air and sticking it inside his robes before he fly off towards the source of the disturbance. When he got there, he stayed high in the air, keeping his spiritual pressure down to avoid drawing attention. As he expected, Jericho and Calma were facing down three shinigami. From the looks of them, only students. He waited for the bloodbath to begin but was disappointed when Calma failed to even put up a fight. The entire situation defused by a teddy bear. As the stepped through the Garganta, Ano clenched his jaw tight, his hands shaking. "If they can't even appreciate such good fortune..." he muttered under his breathe. Without a second though, he used sonído to appear directly behind the grey haired one, apparently distracted by the presence of a low rank hollow. Ano quickly pulled one of his hands out of his pocket and struck at the shinigami's head with the back of his hand. If it made contact, it'd surely knock him off his feet and send his flying.
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