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Aizen Sōsuke | 藍染 惣右介
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''No one stands on the top of the world. Not you, not me, not even gods. But the unbearable vacancy of the throne in the sky is over. From now on...I will be sitting on it.''
Nickname: The Gaze Into the Sun
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan: Meiton
Appearance & Personality:
"You should not dwell on the betrayal that you can see. The truly terrifying betrayal is that which lies utterly hidden from your eyes."
Village / Rank / Chakra Info:
Village of Birth: Kirigakure
Village of Alliance: Kurogakure
Ninja Rank: Unofficial Sage
History:
Gender: Male
Age: Unknown
Clan: Meiton
Appearance & Personality:
While Aizen was a ninja of Kirigakure, he appeared as a mild-featured man with brown scholarly hair enhanced by square glasses, along with soft brown eyes. He wore the standard black uniform. When he left the village, he removed his glasses and swept his hand through his hair, revealing menacing eyes and a very different hairstyle; his hair is now swept back, with a strand hanging down his face. He also carries his sword, Kyōka Suigetsu, with him. This sword is strapped to his hakama and is concealed by his robe. The sword's only decoration is on the tsuba, which is hexagonal in shape. The two sides parallel to the blade are long, whereas the four sides above and below the blade are shortened, making it into almost a diamond or prism-like shape. It has a green handle. Otherwise, the sword resembles an ordinary katana.
During his imprisonment and after his subsequent escape, Aizen's appearance is that of black bandages covering all of his body, except for his face with his right eye being covered. He also has a cloth that rests on his shoulders and stretches around his chest and back. His hair is still swept back, but lacks the hanging strand it once had. He carries Kyōka Suigetsu on a sheathe that rests on his left hip.
Aizen is a polite, soft-spoken intellectual, often addressing his subordinates by their given names. He rarely shows any sign of alarm or distress, and often has entire situations planned out well in advance. Whenever confronted, Aizen is casual and uncaring, attempting to draw out a conversation and make small talk, which often infuriates those he is talking to. Aizen initially appeared to be a very kind, well-respected ninja and was looked up to by many. However, this was just a mask to disguise his manipulative, and very dangerous, nature. In truth, he cares very little for his underlings, and is willing to use almost everyone around him as pawns to achieve his goals. In his own words, Aizen claims to be unaffected by any form of morals or ethics, as he views them as mere restrictions on his potential. He is, therefore, willing to stop at nothing to further his selfish ambitions, including manipulating or killing anyone if he deems it to be necessary. He frequently appears to toy with his underlings for amusement. Aizen lacks genuine compassion and honour. His true objective is a mystery to all.
During his imprisonment and after his subsequent escape, Aizen's appearance is that of black bandages covering all of his body, except for his face with his right eye being covered. He also has a cloth that rests on his shoulders and stretches around his chest and back. His hair is still swept back, but lacks the hanging strand it once had. He carries Kyōka Suigetsu on a sheathe that rests on his left hip.
Aizen is a polite, soft-spoken intellectual, often addressing his subordinates by their given names. He rarely shows any sign of alarm or distress, and often has entire situations planned out well in advance. Whenever confronted, Aizen is casual and uncaring, attempting to draw out a conversation and make small talk, which often infuriates those he is talking to. Aizen initially appeared to be a very kind, well-respected ninja and was looked up to by many. However, this was just a mask to disguise his manipulative, and very dangerous, nature. In truth, he cares very little for his underlings, and is willing to use almost everyone around him as pawns to achieve his goals. In his own words, Aizen claims to be unaffected by any form of morals or ethics, as he views them as mere restrictions on his potential. He is, therefore, willing to stop at nothing to further his selfish ambitions, including manipulating or killing anyone if he deems it to be necessary. He frequently appears to toy with his underlings for amusement. Aizen lacks genuine compassion and honour. His true objective is a mystery to all.
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"You should not dwell on the betrayal that you can see. The truly terrifying betrayal is that which lies utterly hidden from your eyes."
Village / Rank / Chakra Info: Village of Birth: Kirigakure
Village of Alliance: Kurogakure
Ninja Rank: Unofficial Sage
 Elements | Techniques | Specials |
火 Katon → Completed | 忍 Ninjutsu → In Progress | |
水 Suiton → In Progress | 幻 Genjutsu → Completed | |
雷 Raiton → Completed | 剣 Kenjutsu → In Progress |
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風 Futon → Completed | 体 Taijutsu → Needs Training | |
土 Doton → In Progress | ||
冥 Meiton → Completed |
Meiton: Kurohitsugi / Dark Release: Black Coffin
力 / Genjutsu - The power of illusions is one of Aizen's greatest assets in battle, with his mastery over the arts being so ................................great, to the extent that all techniques cast require a single hand seal.
神 / Raiton - An element closely associated with destruction and raw power, Aizen possesses a proficiency with the ...........................element that allows him to perform all Lightning techniques at a much quicker rate.
闇 / Meiton - The art of darkness is very much so the core of Aizen's power. Refining and dedicating an effort which ............................parallels the results produced by his Genjutsu mastery, he is a ninja capable of utilising any techniques to ............................their full capacity and potential.
Type: Offense/Supplementary
Rank: S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 40
Damage: 80
Description: This technique is the ultimate pinnacle of Dark usage. Using chakra that has been absorbed from two uses of Inhaling Maw, or Ultimate Inhaling Maw, the user channels all of it into a concentrated orb between the fingers in their hand. Then, the chakra will ripple out as several bolts of condensed, solid dark chakra which will occupy four spots around the enemy in a quadrilateral formation. At which point, the user then manipulates the chakra so that it connects and begins to form a box around the opponent. The formation of the box is quite quick, only taking a moment to complete. Once the box has been created, with the target inside, it will begin to siphon chakra from anything caught inside with extreme power. The force of the suction will cause major physical harm to the opponent, as their body is being violently pulled along with the chakra due to the pressure of the suction. The chakra sapped will be absorbed by the user and immediately converted into Dark chakra. With this property of the box, the target will only be able to use Water and Earth techniques to break the box, as the technique acts as a giant absorption seal. However, it should be noted, that due to the amount of chakra and control required to create the box and employ the suction powers, other techniques cannot be used at the same time, or the jutsu will fail.
Notes
- Can only be used twice per battle
- Must have converted chakra from one use of Ultimate Inhaling Maw, or two uses of Inhaling Maw
- Can only be taught by Rᴜʀūsʜᴜ
Rank: S
Range: Short-Long
Chakra: 40
Damage: 80
Description: This technique is the ultimate pinnacle of Dark usage. Using chakra that has been absorbed from two uses of Inhaling Maw, or Ultimate Inhaling Maw, the user channels all of it into a concentrated orb between the fingers in their hand. Then, the chakra will ripple out as several bolts of condensed, solid dark chakra which will occupy four spots around the enemy in a quadrilateral formation. At which point, the user then manipulates the chakra so that it connects and begins to form a box around the opponent. The formation of the box is quite quick, only taking a moment to complete. Once the box has been created, with the target inside, it will begin to siphon chakra from anything caught inside with extreme power. The force of the suction will cause major physical harm to the opponent, as their body is being violently pulled along with the chakra due to the pressure of the suction. The chakra sapped will be absorbed by the user and immediately converted into Dark chakra. With this property of the box, the target will only be able to use Water and Earth techniques to break the box, as the technique acts as a giant absorption seal. However, it should be noted, that due to the amount of chakra and control required to create the box and employ the suction powers, other techniques cannot be used at the same time, or the jutsu will fail.
Notes
- Can only be used twice per battle
- Must have converted chakra from one use of Ultimate Inhaling Maw, or two uses of Inhaling Maw
- Can only be taught by Rᴜʀūsʜᴜ
力 / Genjutsu - The power of illusions is one of Aizen's greatest assets in battle, with his mastery over the arts being so ................................great, to the extent that all techniques cast require a single hand seal.
神 / Raiton - An element closely associated with destruction and raw power, Aizen possesses a proficiency with the ...........................element that allows him to perform all Lightning techniques at a much quicker rate.
闇 / Meiton - The art of darkness is very much so the core of Aizen's power. Refining and dedicating an effort which ............................parallels the results produced by his Genjutsu mastery, he is a ninja capable of utilising any techniques to ............................their full capacity and potential.
History:
What clarity is there to be found in the midst of an abyss? What reason is there to be found in a man who has no need for any? What hope is there to be found when gazing into the face of power? When the walls of reality come crashing down, like shards of glass, will you kneel? When the shackles of morality and society are broken, will you rise? When the sun shines at its very brightest, will you gaze into it? These questions, are the ones you should ask yourself, when you find yourself in the face of Aizen Sōsuke.
To what end does time find itself scurrying towards? I don’t believe there is any way of explaining it, other than the conclusion that time is but a contradiction. A paradoxical term at its very finest. It is an attempt by the people of this world to measure infinity. It is why you will find no records of my existence amongst the archives of villages or organisations. My past, like many things, is not anything tangible, except for when I wish for it to be. Things such as birth, childhood, adolescence, adulthood…they are all markers of one’s achievements at specific points in time. Secrecy has bound these memories and periods in what you people call “time” to my mind, and the powers which allow me to give life to what my mind wills. Very much so like everything I have done, that has changed this world. That will change this world. But, for the sake of explanation…I shall recount once more.
The markers of “birth” and “childhood”…not extremely noteworthy, I must say. Imagine, the greenness of grass on the brightest of summer days, with soft patches of cloud littering the sky, aside the great sun. The soft breath of wind that cools the skin, and gently brushes the trees. The silence of a small shack, empty and hollow. An eerie quietness that creeps through your spine, and claws at the recesses of your mind. The sensation you cannot shake, a silent anger that builds overtime. The screaming. The shouting. The fighting. The living. The dying. The absence of hope. And then, the sudden realisation. A realisation that grants the utmost clarity, and a sense of happiness. But at the same time, a damning and sorrowful feeling. All fleeting, however. For at the end of the day, it was the decision I made which would change everything. If one can imagine the event of what they call ‘childhood’ vanishing in an instant, then one can successfully imagine, if what can only be described as a very loose image of the event that had affected my life. I suppose, this was the beginning of what the world would come to call the one known as Aizen Sōsuke.
As said before, between the markers of childhood and adolescence, you will find nothing. No books, no ancient artefacts, only yourself. And with that, the realisation that your attempts to grasp at knowledge are no stronger than the winds trying to force mountains to bow. You may try, as hard as you might, but I bow to nobody. My years spent in countless archives of villages clouded by battle and brutality, rooted in a tradition smeared by blood, yielded knowledge, and gave its people a persona to attach themselves to. A trait which I fully exploited, in my time of deceit and treachery. I tortured, I killed, I maimed, I learned. As the world continued to spin, ignoring the deeds of a man on a mission, I continued to experiment. The bodies were so frail, as if they’d fall apart if I merely touched them. But, in their defense…it is hard for giants to step on ants without crushing them. It took much effort, and several months of searching and experimenting, but the 10 who I had sought to create were finally within my grasp. Unfortunately, the time had come to leave the confines of the Mist, their purpose had been served most dutifully. Curiosity is a wonderful thing, I find. It encourages inquisition, inquisition begets knowledge. Knowledge begets power. But, in the case of the ANBU who were unfortunate enough to find me…they found only death.
Escape was rather simple, and much easier than expected, due to the countermeasures I had developed to erase all traces of my identity and whereabouts in the world. Such loose ends could not be left unattended. Now that the Mist was an option no longer, a more suitable base of operations was in order. The Rain had always been something of a quiet, less prominent environment. It would be perfect. The travel there was pleasant, but it was unusual to be under so much rainy weather. Though, I suppose it was to be expected. In a world such as this, so full of destruction, and terrible cycles of horror and pain, even quiet moments of isolation such as this were ones where people should stay on their highest guard. The very foundations of the world that everyone, including myself, lived in were rotten. And I no more so, or any less, for wanting to pursue my goals in the manner that I do. There were alternatives, yes. But alternatives that would serve to grant lesser gain or benefit, and most importantly…the undesired results. In the rain, the isolation, the quiet brooding and calm, I will walk further on the path to carry out my plans, and erase the kings who call themselves Shadows.
To what end does time find itself scurrying towards? I don’t believe there is any way of explaining it, other than the conclusion that time is but a contradiction. A paradoxical term at its very finest. It is an attempt by the people of this world to measure infinity. It is why you will find no records of my existence amongst the archives of villages or organisations. My past, like many things, is not anything tangible, except for when I wish for it to be. Things such as birth, childhood, adolescence, adulthood…they are all markers of one’s achievements at specific points in time. Secrecy has bound these memories and periods in what you people call “time” to my mind, and the powers which allow me to give life to what my mind wills. Very much so like everything I have done, that has changed this world. That will change this world. But, for the sake of explanation…I shall recount once more.
The markers of “birth” and “childhood”…not extremely noteworthy, I must say. Imagine, the greenness of grass on the brightest of summer days, with soft patches of cloud littering the sky, aside the great sun. The soft breath of wind that cools the skin, and gently brushes the trees. The silence of a small shack, empty and hollow. An eerie quietness that creeps through your spine, and claws at the recesses of your mind. The sensation you cannot shake, a silent anger that builds overtime. The screaming. The shouting. The fighting. The living. The dying. The absence of hope. And then, the sudden realisation. A realisation that grants the utmost clarity, and a sense of happiness. But at the same time, a damning and sorrowful feeling. All fleeting, however. For at the end of the day, it was the decision I made which would change everything. If one can imagine the event of what they call ‘childhood’ vanishing in an instant, then one can successfully imagine, if what can only be described as a very loose image of the event that had affected my life. I suppose, this was the beginning of what the world would come to call the one known as Aizen Sōsuke.
As said before, between the markers of childhood and adolescence, you will find nothing. No books, no ancient artefacts, only yourself. And with that, the realisation that your attempts to grasp at knowledge are no stronger than the winds trying to force mountains to bow. You may try, as hard as you might, but I bow to nobody. My years spent in countless archives of villages clouded by battle and brutality, rooted in a tradition smeared by blood, yielded knowledge, and gave its people a persona to attach themselves to. A trait which I fully exploited, in my time of deceit and treachery. I tortured, I killed, I maimed, I learned. As the world continued to spin, ignoring the deeds of a man on a mission, I continued to experiment. The bodies were so frail, as if they’d fall apart if I merely touched them. But, in their defense…it is hard for giants to step on ants without crushing them. It took much effort, and several months of searching and experimenting, but the 10 who I had sought to create were finally within my grasp. Unfortunately, the time had come to leave the confines of the Mist, their purpose had been served most dutifully. Curiosity is a wonderful thing, I find. It encourages inquisition, inquisition begets knowledge. Knowledge begets power. But, in the case of the ANBU who were unfortunate enough to find me…they found only death.
Escape was rather simple, and much easier than expected, due to the countermeasures I had developed to erase all traces of my identity and whereabouts in the world. Such loose ends could not be left unattended. Now that the Mist was an option no longer, a more suitable base of operations was in order. The Rain had always been something of a quiet, less prominent environment. It would be perfect. The travel there was pleasant, but it was unusual to be under so much rainy weather. Though, I suppose it was to be expected. In a world such as this, so full of destruction, and terrible cycles of horror and pain, even quiet moments of isolation such as this were ones where people should stay on their highest guard. The very foundations of the world that everyone, including myself, lived in were rotten. And I no more so, or any less, for wanting to pursue my goals in the manner that I do. There were alternatives, yes. But alternatives that would serve to grant lesser gain or benefit, and most importantly…the undesired results. In the rain, the isolation, the quiet brooding and calm, I will walk further on the path to carry out my plans, and erase the kings who call themselves Shadows.
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The march I made on the Five Great Nations was a conquest I made knowingly. I challenged the men and women, numbering in the thousands, to oppose me. Of them all, little were able to stand up to me, let alone the Espada that I had created. I continued to research while I bided my time in the Rain, knowing that the Great Villages would be building their strength, and planning for my inevitable move. Needless to say, it wasn’t enough. The power of the ones I had amassed were far greater than what the 5 Great Villages could muster, and their men and women lay slain. Soon, the Kage would as well. As I prepared to bring an end to the world that everyone had come to know, I was confronted by an old face that had previously been one of my experiments. He was impressive, but should have been far above what was being displayed. Something of little consequence though. I was in no position to be worried, or care for that matter. My desires, the subject of my ambition was within my grasp. Now, all that was left to begin the final closing of my hand around the light of hope my enemies had clung to. If the words ‘hope’ and ‘courage’ could be called the light of the world, the objects which seek to drive people forward in the face of adversity, then I could be described as the overwhelming enemy of those words. Power, so absolute, so terrifying…the whispers of the apocalypse.
I had come close to eliminating the 5 Shadows, the history of the ninja world. The linchpins that held the world together. The beings that were behind the Villages and all their atrocities. Their deaths would usher a new age, a new rule. One that I would hold from a throne hanging over the heads of all. In the final hours, I was betrayed by one of my companions who had followed me in my conquest. Though he had come close, his efforts were not enough to kill me. A snake such as he, though clever and quite powerful, were not needed in the world I would create. But as I had torn the head from the snake, the last hope of the world had come to pierce the darkness that I would bring over the ninja world...a Moon. Though I had faced him many times before, there was something different about him. In my newfound state of extreme power, I had misread the situation. I thought myself so above him in every respect, that I did not think it possible that he could be at such a ludicrously higher level than myself. As we traded blows, I slowly began to realise that things were not as I was perceiving them. The power to change the landscape with the swing of a sword, the power to tear the fabrics of space and time…was that of a child, in comparison to the one I was facing. This realisation culminated in the world being swallowed by darkness…but not one of my making. It was that of a Moonless Sky. Somewhat ironic, that the one responsible for my downfall had used my very own weapon against me, the weapon I intended to use on the world. All of the power I had amassed, the time I had spent, the thing I fought for…ripped from my grasp in mere moments. I had been sealed away within a powerful binding jutsu, and taken to the Muken level of the Blood Prison, where I would be left to rot for all eternity.
2 years had passed since my defeat. And many more would continue to flow by. But out of circumstances unforeseen, the chance to escape had presented itself. As the seal weakened, I used my strength to undo the final remnants of the jutsu, freeing myself. I escaped swiftly, fleeing to foreign lands in order to recuperate and regain my strength. It would not be long before I found myself yet again in contact with colleagues of old. But now, with an objective set in mind, it was time to begin rebuilding. I had failed once; I would not fail again. While I continued researching and inquiring into various jutsu arts and powers, I found myself in the middle of various battles and wars that took place in the lands surrounding my hideout. I observed, but did not take part in any of it. Childish endeavors at best, fought between men and women trying to further their own pitiable, short-sighted causes. But then, I met the Knight, clad in Black...
I had come close to eliminating the 5 Shadows, the history of the ninja world. The linchpins that held the world together. The beings that were behind the Villages and all their atrocities. Their deaths would usher a new age, a new rule. One that I would hold from a throne hanging over the heads of all. In the final hours, I was betrayed by one of my companions who had followed me in my conquest. Though he had come close, his efforts were not enough to kill me. A snake such as he, though clever and quite powerful, were not needed in the world I would create. But as I had torn the head from the snake, the last hope of the world had come to pierce the darkness that I would bring over the ninja world...a Moon. Though I had faced him many times before, there was something different about him. In my newfound state of extreme power, I had misread the situation. I thought myself so above him in every respect, that I did not think it possible that he could be at such a ludicrously higher level than myself. As we traded blows, I slowly began to realise that things were not as I was perceiving them. The power to change the landscape with the swing of a sword, the power to tear the fabrics of space and time…was that of a child, in comparison to the one I was facing. This realisation culminated in the world being swallowed by darkness…but not one of my making. It was that of a Moonless Sky. Somewhat ironic, that the one responsible for my downfall had used my very own weapon against me, the weapon I intended to use on the world. All of the power I had amassed, the time I had spent, the thing I fought for…ripped from my grasp in mere moments. I had been sealed away within a powerful binding jutsu, and taken to the Muken level of the Blood Prison, where I would be left to rot for all eternity.
2 years had passed since my defeat. And many more would continue to flow by. But out of circumstances unforeseen, the chance to escape had presented itself. As the seal weakened, I used my strength to undo the final remnants of the jutsu, freeing myself. I escaped swiftly, fleeing to foreign lands in order to recuperate and regain my strength. It would not be long before I found myself yet again in contact with colleagues of old. But now, with an objective set in mind, it was time to begin rebuilding. I had failed once; I would not fail again. While I continued researching and inquiring into various jutsu arts and powers, I found myself in the middle of various battles and wars that took place in the lands surrounding my hideout. I observed, but did not take part in any of it. Childish endeavors at best, fought between men and women trying to further their own pitiable, short-sighted causes. But then, I met the Knight, clad in Black...
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Lost: 1
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