Savio no Apollo

Name: Savio no Apollo
Race: Arrancar
Aliases: Savio the Destroyer
Gender: Male
Age: 109
Apparent Age: 26 
Height: 6"3
Weight: 219 llbs.

Appearance:

Personality: A Sadist at heart. He relishes in the pain of others
and is devoted to the empowerment of himself, and that cause alone. Every
action this Arrancar takes benefit himself and if it's not interesting to him,
he will simply destroy it or just all out ignore it. He strives to raise
through the ranks and procure him a seat in Las Noches as one of the strongest
Hollows that ever existed. His goal…. Annihilation of any other than himself.

Likes/Dislikes: He loves the euphoria of eating a soul. They come in
all volumes and delicacies as he takes pleasure in leaving behind a meat sack
full of nothing but flesh and weakness. Speaking of, he loathes when those he
encounter are weak. He lives day to day trying to find himself excitement, it
is a natural high for him.

Powers: “Salvaje” the Zanpakutou wielded by Savio is unlike most.
For starters it is not a sword and does not have a hilt. His spiritual essence
takes form in the shape of claws that can be retracted and brought out at will.
They are two for each arm, and they extend from his wrist. They come out a
little past his hands and are curved over just a bit and spaced by half the
size of his hand.

Starting Package: |Standard|

Parameter Distribute: 50

Seishin: 10
Budo: 10
Heikei: 10
Koudu: 10
Hoho: 10

History (150 words:) The fondest memories of when Savio was Human.
He was a soldier in the worlds Military and through a series of warring
conflict, he experienced death and bloodshed at a very young age. It did not
handicap him though, it gave him a lust. He went on to incite a few wars and
was put to death for Treason, espionage, and starting a conflict over his own
hellish desires. He found himself a minus lingering the battlefield hoping for
a glimpse at what he created and saw nothing. His inability to detach himself
from war drove him insane and unleashed a transformation from within the own securities
of his soul, a hollow was born. He began to incite wars, consume energy, and
exploit others weaknesses. It all was fun and games until he grew tired of the
games he was at and was approached by a massive being, he didn’t know if it was
Hollow or not but it gave him existence outside of the world and invited him to
take part in building a new army. The Warmonger had returned to his house of
war and had eventually became an Arrancar.

RP Sample (250 words: A pair of small eyes looked down from the sky.
They belonged to a milky man, with blue hair in a styled Mohawk. He had on a sleeveless
vest, with blue fur stitched around the collar and his shoulders and a pair of
white pants. As the man watched on he took a few steps forward in mid air. His steps
gave off a ghastly sound as he surveyed the people below him.

Savio nodded as the voice that clouded his head spoke directly with him.
There was nobody in the air with him but he could clearly hear the voice. He
noticed, in the northern part of the land, a militia was getting prepared.
Armaments, defensive gear, offensive strategies and trainings were being held.
He got down closer as he stood atop a nearby building overhearing the
conversation of one superior to his infantries. The words were like music to
his ears and reminded him of all the chaos that war could bring. The feeling of
draining power from your foe until their eyes fade to nothingness filled his
soul. He had looked back up and called out to the voice. “If he can give me
that…. Count me in…” A dark portal opened up and Savio had stepped through the
breakage n the atmosphere. It was a Garganta, sent to him by someone unknown.

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