Kuroro, Verloren.

Name: Kuroro, Verloren


Gender: Male.


Visual Age: 27


Real Age: 1230


Reiatsu Colour: Black.



Appearance:







Verloren is a man who sports the appearance of a seasoned killer, ready to strike or pounce at any moment, like a poisonous serpent of death. Standing at 6,2' and 185 pounds, Verloren is a man built for speed over power, but that is not to say he is lacking in physical prowess, as he is more than capable of generating just as much strength as the next person. His body is muscular, but not overly so, not bulky as a body-builders frame would be, still incredibly lean and fit, not one once of fat hanging from his body. Amethyst eyes capture a type of cruelty, which is never betraying of this monsters true nature. Eyes that are more narrow and cold than most, casting a glare of uncaring or malevolence. Even though he spends most of his time going from place to place from time to time, Verloren is mostly pale, with a light hint of peace. He isn't snow white pale, however. Despite his dark appearance, there are some things which cause him to appear feminine, namely his cheek and bone structure. He is particularly handsome, however, having the right facial features, structure, and build, making him extremely good looking. Eye-brows that are rather thin lie higher up above his eyes than usual. His nose is rather pointed and long but not out of proportion. Cheek length red hair falls from his head, longer in the back than in the front, and almost shoulder length in that area. Verloren wears his hair in two different ways, usually in a swept back and spiked fashion, but occasionally lets it fall downwards wearing it as is.





Personality:
　
If there was something about Verloren that stood out, it would be his deviousness, the latter of which makes his action difficult to anticipate. Verloren has no conscious, no sense of right or wrong, this causes him to often be at odds with others due to the fact that some of his actions wouldn't be right, or even considered right down evil. To dig a hole, good and evil doesn't exist in his mind, these two things are one in the same. And because of this is, he entirely self-interested, and does what he pleases as long as it benefits him in some way without care of the outcome, part of this is, psychopathy. He is the type of person who changes at a rapid pace and takes interest in different things from day to day, yesterdays interest is todays garbage. He also boast extreme confidence in his own abiliities, to the point of being non-interested in weather or not the opponent is actually stronger or weaker than he is. Verloren lusts for the thrill of killing powerful warriors in combat, he also receives sexual gratification from the act as well. Verloren would purposely allow even enemies with potential to live in situations where he would easily be able to kill them, only for the pleasure of killing them later when they have grown. He possesses a cruel and ruthless side when the time calls for it or he finds something that truly interest him. Despite this, he is fully capable of getting along with almost anyone even if they have conflicting views, or, right down loath him. He is not anti-social in the least, in fact, he is quite the talker to some more so if they can actually get along with the way he is. Verloren is in no way evil, at least he doesn't consider himself so. Despite the fact that he can commit the abhorrent and inhumane, he doesn't consider his action good or evil, because he simply cannot see the difference, or rather, his mind will cannot process it that way. He possesses a number of traits specific to combat, such as being completely calm and in control in most situations, and he is not easy surprised or caught off-guard. He is also highly perceptive, cunning, and analytical when it comes to fighting, and even sometimes when not.





Likes and Dislikes:

Fears--Milk---

Fears---Coffee---

Hates---Men who believe that they cannot die---

Hates--- Most types of Candy---

Likes---Strong willed Women--

Likes---Chocolate---

Likes---Tea and Iced Tea---

Likes---Playing Chess---

Likes---Playing card games---

Likes---Combat of any kind---


Division: 8th Division Captain


(Sorry for the crappy history, if anything needs editing just ask.)

History:



The Beginning.


Born during the Dark Ages to a family of Clerics, Verloren Kuroro was destined for a strange and unpredictable life. His family were priest to a shrine that worshiped a God known by them as the 'Crimson Beast'. Verloren's ancestors who saw this being as a god whom decended to earth erected a spacious monument in the gods likeness, and over the years a shrine and housing were built on the grounds around the monument as the families home. His family had a gift to see things that others could not, but this didn't effect Verloren much due to his odd personality and advanced maturity, more so that nothing surprised him hardly at all. The family had trained to use their power in a varity of ways, despite this, they did not truly understand what the power that they wielded was; much less it's true nature as superhuman spiritually power. Verloren's grandfather was the current head priest of the shrine at that time, whom Verloren himself was supposed to succeed, Verloren however, had no desire to do so. The young years of Verloren's life were quite calm and rather peaceful, despite the difficult times that the world as going through during the Dark Ages, the location in which Verloren's family lived was all but paradise. The green grass extended as far as the eye could see, lakes with fresh clear waters, the gentle breeze, everything was prefect: because of how the land was taken care of. Verloren was not considered a genius in his family, his personality and unique outlook on life allowed him growth that was by far above normal. At the age of five, Verloren had known nothing but the small world of his surroundings, and at that time his family began to teach him of the outside world including the wars that took place and history. He and his entire family were spiritually aware, however, that was not what made them different thn ordinary superhumans. The world had seen superhumans before, and what made them exceptional was not their power, but what they accomplished with that power. The proceeding generations of Verloren's family lncluding his direct ancestors, all possessed a great deal of potential as well as vast reserves of Reiryoku. This power was domant until the acts of everyday life and training brought it to the surface, Verloren lacked the genius his grandfather had which had baffled his family at countless times, as to way he grew so quickly despite this fact. Lurking within the five year olds mind was a dangerous presence, which was correctly referred to as a lack of conscious, or, void of the sense most use to determine right from wrong. Indeed death didn't bother Verloren at all nor did fear of death or loss, as these things were nonexistent in his mind. Verloren only sought to increase his own ability as a temporary goal, and one that his family frowned apon, as they believed that the power of their family was brought about by the Crimson God for them to accomplish good with. He could not be stopped, howeer, as Verloren sought to venture to the outside lands in search of a worthy opponent, a normally insane task to one of only nine years of age. On the contrary was this, Verloren was more than capable of killing any mortal man, through the use of his spiritual power. Verloren had acquired abilities similar to a daoist, the power to control the five elements: this was his superhuman power, and a mighty one it was. Despite this, he had no desire for power at the time, but only to pit himself against the strongest of foes. This desire was what had drawn the boy to war, he had heard that the strongest of men went to war in order tp fight against each other; or something to that effect. Despite the strong protest from his family, Verloren left his home to seek more enlightened ventures.



Awakening.


Strange was the world in that it was far from luxurious, not at all like the boys homeland. Verloren's first experience in the outside world was that of solitude, any question he had were immiedietly dismissed, cast aside, thus the darker side of humanity reared it's ugly head. Human beings were cold and Verloren confused, certainly it was baffling as to why human beings were this way, with all of the preaching of peace his family droned on with, Verloren was left to re-think his views. As a mere child, Verloren was submerged into an intricate world of darkness, chaos, and death, one in which he oddly fit right into. Verloren's travels had brought him into the easten half of Japan, a place that was ravaged with war extending all across Japan and it's lands. The boy ended up right in the middle of the conflict, primitive sword fights ensued all over the land, some of which spilled over to the westen half of Japan. With himself smack in the middle of cold relentless war, Verloren found himself compelled to combat these so called warriors, who were confused as to why a child was there, not enough to stop attacking.....Fire, the area went up into a blaze of orange, Verloren had attacked, and ultimately cliamed the lives of the men who attacked him...If this was war, it wasn't nothing worth participating in, moreover it wasn't what Verloren himself was looking for. As they often said, a means to an end. Verloren's means to an end was still to be found, perhaps war would prove useful as of yet, then again only time would tell. Before long, Verloren was already at the age of seventeen, and yet, still nothing. It was at this time that the monster-like creatures decended from nowhere, feasting on the soul's of humans, devouring them whole. Whilst Verloren cared not for the others, he did not wish to fall victim to the creatures, and perhaps they would lead the way to his desire. A fight soon broke out, Verloren against the monsters, he held his own killing many of the Hollow, but his power soon ran dry....At that moment the Shinigami arrived, the outfit each wore bearing a sriking resemblance to the Crimson God Veloren's family worshiped. It became clear, it was all too clear, the Crimson God, what he was, the nature of Verloren's own power. Everything went in slow motion, the battle ended quickly, with Verloren's death by Hollow hands. The next time he awoke Verloren was in a different place, no idea of who he was, his past life or even how he got to were he currently was. The one thing that never changed was his traits and personality, even with no idea of who he was, Verloren retained his personality and strong characteristics. The aptitude for battle and growth rate he possessed was soon noticed, passing the Shinigami Academy with perfect marks, learning and mastering Shikai, Verloren soon gained his Bankai. Living through the Aizen conflict, growing stronger, Verloren soon took the rank of a captain, however, he was far from a saint......