Name: Noctis Lucis Caelum

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Element: Wind

Class: Samurai

Family: He has one daughter. That is the only family he has, or currently kows of.

Techniques: Strike Air, Swift Gust

Weapon(s): Senbon, Nodachi, Wakizashi, normal Samurai Katana.

Appearance: Noctis has short, dark blue hair. He has red eyes, that glow when in the moonlight, and usually wears a black hoodie, long black pants, and black boots. He always wears short, black gloves and wears his sword on his side. He always styles his hair in an akward fashion. He has a nicely built, lean body, and a very feminine face. He also wears a pouch around his waist that holds all of his senbon. Lastly, he has the bottom of a cloak, cut off from the rest, wrapped around his waist as well.
->Weight: 143 lb
->Height:6'1
->Hair Color: Dark Blue
->Hair Length: Short
->Eye Color: Red
->Facial Hair: None
->Scars: One on his chest.

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Personality: Noctis has an akward personality. Sometimes he will pretend to be the nicest person in the world, and we'll speak with a smooth, graceful tone, however, when noone is paying attention, he is full of hate and anger. His voice tends to be cold, and emoionless when he is serious, and his emotions also seem to disappear during this time. Noctis is a true type of insanity. No, he IS insanity. He always has a disturbing image of death or sorrow in his mind, therefore making him a master at mind games. He plays with peoples minds, no matter who they are. Friends, family, his true love, they all mean nonthing to him, they are just his puppets, which he makes dance on his stage.

Warning: History is very graphic, and may not be suitable to those who oppose a strong sense of violence.

Background: Noctis was born in a noble family found in the city of Principality. He was raised to be a prestigous, young scholar, however, he did not want that type of lifestyle. Ever since he was a child, he enjoyed the taste and smell of blood. When he was four, he had cut his finger on a thorn while picking roses, and was scared. He then wondered what it was, and his child feeble mind told him to taste it to figure out what it was. He savored the taste as it slid down his tongue, and craved more. So he walked along, pricking his fingers on purpose to savor the taste, and allow the sweet aroma of blood to be left everywhere. He had become a blood crazed psychopath, he lusted for blood, one day after another. Soon, on his eighth birthday, his father gave him a sword, however, it was a seppukku sword. In his family, once you reached a certain age, based on your intelligence, you were given a seppukku sword, so if you were to ever use your knowledge against mankind, only to bring destruction, and cause nonthing but constant for others, then you were to kill yourself in the name of honor.

Noctis placed the sword on his wall, and looked at it every night before he went to bed. Everytime he looked at it, he craved to slice open someone and drink their blood so he could savor the stench and taste of his feast. Then on the third month of his eighth birthday he took the sword and used it to kill an intruder. He caught him by surprise and then shoved the sword through his back, all the way out of his chest. The man let out a loud scream, and the parents of Noctis quickly came to the alarming sound. When they reached the final step, they saw their child drinking the blood of the man, and licking his blade as if it were a popsickle. It disgusted them to a limit unknown by any. His mother puked in disgust, and his father just stood there, petrified after seeing such a foul act. The father pulled Noctis off of the thief and threw him into a wall. He called Noctis a 'demon child' and beat him for hours. They locked him in the cellar, and fed him vegtables, nonthing that had blood in it was served to the boy. He starved, no, he longed for just one slender piece of meat, so that he could taste the little bit of blood that was left. For days he was forced to eat plants and fruits, which drove him insane.

After being locked in the cellar for seven years, he finally managed to break free. The boy's lust was contained for those small seven years, but now it was out of control. He managed to break the lock, and ran into the house. When he made it inside he saw his parents and two little girls. They must have been the newborns that he never knew about. But that affected him nonetheless, instead he attacked the entire family and drank their blood. After drinking the last bit of blood from his father, there was a knock at the door. Suddenly, the door open and in walked the mayor. He was appalled at the sight he saw, and quickly called for help. octis ran for his life. He finally found a hole in the ground, and leaped into it. He suddenly landed on a hard floor and fell unconsious.

When he awoke three days later, he looked around to see that it was very dark. He was stuck. The hole in the ground turned out to be a small little hide out of some sort, that had four stone walls surrounding him, and very little space to be had. He was afraid and could not get out. However, maybe that was for the best, seeing as how he was wanted. Then he could feel his stomach growl after a few hours of sitting and looking at the walls. He looked up to hear something walking by and whistled. A mans head popped up as he looked down the hole to see the boy. Noctis's head was hidden, therefore the man couldn't see his face, and being kind he offered to help Noctis out of the hole. But when he reached his hand out, Noctis yanked the man to the ground. Once the man hit the ground, Noctis had already took his hand and shoved it down his throat. He suddenly took his other hand and punched the man right in his throat knocking him unconsious. He quickly picked up a rock and slammed it over the mans head multiple times. He soon felt no heartbeat coming from the man and began to drink the blood that poured from the man's head. After a few days Noctis made his way out of the hole, and returned to principality.

When he returned, noone knew who he was. The hunt for his life was now over, and people had moved on. During this quited time, Noctis remained low, as to not give away who he truly was. He soon went to an adoption home, but when asked for a name he was stumped. If anyone found out his true name, they would surely kill him for what he had done. So instead he went under the alias of "Nokutisu Rushisu Cheramu". He stayed in the adoption home for three years. by then he had ran away, and was on his own once again. He soon took up the profession of a street fighter. He managed to make money off of fights when he placed bets on himself. Soon he had enough money to buy himself a mansion. But he knew that he would be caught for this illegal action if he did so, which meant he needed to find a paying job to make himself look not so suspicious. He took the money he had earned, and bought himself a small house on a farm. After the realtor sold him the house, he had to sign a few papers. As the realtor flipped through the pages he got a papercut, and let out a small scream. He was about to say something, but before he could, Noctis had already took a kitchen knife and sent it through the man's forehead. He licked the blood as if he were having a sensual affection for it, and savored every last drop.

Noctis then ripped up the papers and now owned the house legally, yet illegaly at the same time. He wrote the papers back up before ripping them, and they stated that he could have the land and house for free. He knew what he was doing was wrong, yet it felt so good. He lived on that property untill he was 27, when he decided to take up the profession of a samurai. Why? Well, so he would have an honest paycheck to hide his dirty cash. He was already well built from the constant exercise he needed to keep in shape, but he lacked one thing.... a weapon. He knew he would excell in swordsmanship, and therefore, he bought himself a large number of swords of all sizes and shapes. However, he obtained one unatural sword from a merc who roamed the lands ever since he got back. He and the man were good friends, and usually joked around and drank together. Sometimes they would even take on the same job, but that all soon came to an end. One day, hile the man was asleep, Noctis walked in and tokk his sword and sent it right through his neck. The dull red, that was the man's blood, erupted from his throat and engulfed the lower part of Noctis's face from which he drank it. Then, using the man's own sword, he slashed the man's chest open and blood began to pour out of his chest like a river, overflowing with a crimson red color. The stench of blood was horrible, and covered the entire house. He pushed his head into this small puddle of blood and drank it as if it were his first taste of wine. It was delicious, he couldn't control his lust anymore. He slashed the man's head open and threw his brain to the wall, drinking the blood that was in his head. Then, Noctis remembered that this man's sword was unique. Noctis ran outside and slid a stone down the edges of the sword constantly at a fast pace. Then after the twenty first strike, the entire sword caught on fire. He finally figured it out, this sword once was created by a master swords maker, explaining it's signifigance. He walked back inside, and stuck the burning blade in the open chest, that was wide open like two doors being held open for someone to walk out of. The crimson red fluid began to bubble and pop sending blood everywhere. The man's body shook even though he was dead, and his eyes burst. After an hour, Noctis walked out of the guest room of his house, and was covered in blood. Not one inch of him didn't have blood on him. He was going to need to learn how to use these swords, this way he could have another feast like this, just in a shorter amount of time. He studied each sword, and soon made his own fighting style. He mastered these styles through heavy training, and determination. He then began to take up jobs all over the place. Up untill today he continues to serve as a merc, and has yet to have gone back to street fighting. His lust for blood has now got what it has wanted, everyday he kills. And no matter what, he refuses to get caught. After every job he takes on, he makes sure to finish that job before doing anything else. Then once he has been rewarded he drinks the blood of his defeated opponents, and moves on to his next job.

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Gakuto walked in the air not giving a care who saw him. He looked around waiting to see something interesting happen, but instead he just got to see someone fall off their bike. That was really exciting to him, not. He yawned at the sites of this boring day and wished something would happen, when suddenly he heard someone scream. A hollow had grabbed a woman and threw her through a car. Gakuto chuckled a little and grabbed the hilt of his zanpakuto, ready to draw it when suddenly a team of Shinigami appeared and took down the hollow with ease. The captain was actually the one who did all the work, but it was enough for him to see. He quickly flash stepped to the nearest building then leaped off of it and landed on the ground behind the shinigami gracefully. He let out a long sigh, and cracked his knuckles in preparation for the fight he was ready to pick. "Hey, you Seireitei dogs." The five shinigami turned around and looked at Gakuto with discontent. They all were shocked to see him just walk up to a shinigami he didn't even know and make a rude comment about them. The oldest one, possibly the captain, stepped forward and got on his knees and bowed before Gakuto. The woman behind him walked up to Gakuto and hugged him asking him to spare her life. Gakuto then realized what was going on. Suddenly the woman exploded and sent him flying into the building behind him. He crashed through the windows of what seemed to be a restaurant, and flew onto the oven. Luckily for him it was turned off. He sat up and noticed he was bleeding a little. He hopped off the stove and looked at the area covered in smoke to see only the four shinigami who kept their distance standing there, laughing. Gakuto grabbed the hilt of his zanpakuto once more, and he suddenly released his hold on his reiatsu. The spiritual pressure around them forced them to their knees, as each of them struggled to breath. He slowly drew his blade from it's sheath and scoffed at the sight of each one. Grabbed the youngest one by his throat and threw him through another window. "Let the Soul Society know i'm ready to take them all on when they are ready." Gakuto then turned towards the others and let up his reiatsu to calm the spiritual pressure around them. They each stood there in shock, untill the oldest man grabbed his sword in preparation to fight. The others followed his movements and they each attacked him one by one. Gakuto fended each one off with ease. They were uncoordinated, foolish, weak, and slow. Something wasn't right here. How could they execute such a plan so flawless, yet be this pathetic. Someone had to be pulling the strings from somewhere, but who and where were they? Gakuto suddenly figured it out. He quickly leaped out of the building. The second he made it out the whole thing exploded. The boy stood there laughing maniacally, he drew his zanpaktou and transformed into some hideous looking man. The man quickly whispered some words and his zanpaktou suddenly turned into water. He was able to control the water with the hilt of the blade and do all sorts of things with it. He broke the water apart into a hundred small needles and they all wet straight for him. He quickly flash stepped to a safe distance only to be hit by a beam made of spiritual particles. "Ugh, what the!? This is no ordinary shinigami. He's much more powerful. Or possibly smarter." Gakuto managed to dodge the beam, however, not complely. It had struck his side, leaving a medium ized wound there. He then widened his eyes and froze for a few seconds.'Not now!' He thought as he suddenly coughed up blood. Gakuto was terribly sick and there wasn't much he could do about it. He had to finish this fight fast, or else he would be dead. He quickly ran towards the captain who quickly made the water needles go flying towards him again. This time Gakuto leaped into the air, and the needles went past him and ran through the man instantly killing him. Gakuto sighed and sheathed his zanpakuto, and walked away. Humans stared at the strange sight trying to figure out what happened. Some pissing their pants, while others fainted. All Gakuto could do was try to figure out what the Soul Society had up their sleeve for him next time

Money: 10,000

Power Level:

-Strength: 3,000
-Energy: 2,000
-Speed:3,000
-Health: 2,000