ArrancarName: Alastair Marcellus
Nickname(s): He has been referred to as having a "black belt in torture" and being "The Grand Inquisitor of Hueco Mundo"
Age: 2037
Visual Age: 40
Gender: Male
Rank Cuarta Espada
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Height: 6'5'' or 6'6''
Weight: 186 lbs
Body Frame: Medium
Blood Type: O
Sound of Voice: He has a nasally tone which tends to annoy many, but it adds to his sadistic self.
Appearance: - Spoiler:
Alastair represents a man in his early forties or late thirties. He is quite tall, maybe 6'5'' or 6'6''. Alastair is quite well built for an middle-aged man. He tends to work out to keep his body in shape. Alastair's espada garments are quite easy. He usually runs around without his jacket. But in formal meetings or when he has a partner on a job, he tends to keep his jacket on. The jacket is long and made out of white leather with black and red tribal designs on it. His clothes have little specs of blood on them from all the torturing Alastair has done for the past years he has been in Las Noches. Alastair has short, brownish hair with a little gray on the sides because of his age. His forehead is quite large, but not large enough to be called a freak. He has almost nonexistent eyebrows. His eyes are blueish or greenish. His nose is a little awry because he has broken it quite many times. He has wrinkles under his eyes as well. He has a little scar on his left cheek, it isn't noticeable but when you look close enough you can see it. He also has a beard that matches the color of his hair.
Alastair's body has a lot of scars from battles he has gone through. He also is quite scarred because he himself has been tortured as well. When he himself got tortured, he was already a full-fledged torturer. So he didn't speak or even wince. All he did was mock the other man. Anyways, on with the appearance. His skin was a pale white, almost sharing hue with the desert, were it not for the crimson blood running beneath it. His body is well built as he has kept himself fit. His trapezius muscle can be easily seen as can his stomach muscles. His legs are quite muscled as well. Alastair is a very clean person. He always keeps himself clean. His fingernails and toenails are always properly cut. He rarely shaves his beard though. He kind of likes it. His tattoo is on his right shoulder-blade. It has a bloody design. Like blood is dripping from it, and the 4 would be like splashed onto his back. His mask fragment is a ring that he has on his right middle-finger.
Introvert/Extrovert: Introvert
Hobbies: Torturing.
Likes and Dislikes: Likes
- Making people scream, mostly because he is a sadistic bastard and likes to hear his prey cry out in pain and agony.
- The color red, mostly because red is the color of blood, he loves that liquid.
- Women, well Alastair is an Alpha-male who loves females.
- Torturing, he is a torturer after all...
- Alastair loves himself some booze once in a while.
Dislikes
- Shinigami, Being an arrancar he hates Shinigami.
- Drunk Women, Alastair hates women who are drunk, they might be easy, but they are stupid as hell... he likes his women sober.
- He hates when his prey passes out from blood loss or pain.
- He dislikes dirtiness. He isn't obsessed with it, but it shouldn't be too hard to keep things clean and in proper order.
- He dislikes being bossed around and used for errands. He wants to do things his way, not the way some punk tells him to.
Personality: Alastair can be called many things. Being The Grand Inquisitor of Hueco Mundo, he is quite feared. His torturing skills are remarkable, as said by many. He is pure evil. Alastair is quite sadistic as well, well, not a surprise actually, he is a torturer after all. He isn't only feared because of his torturing skills, he is also quite strong in combat as well. He is capable of taking on many opponents at once. This has earned him quite a bit respect. But Alastair doesn't care for combat that much. His true passion is torturing poor souls that his companions or himself have captured. All enemy soldiers are delivered to him, he will make them talk. He comes up with the sickest ways to torture someone. But his favourite move is to pour acid into someone's eyes. That always can make his day. Just looking how the other person's eyes burn away into nothingness makes him happy. He also loves when his prey screams and squirms. Alastair usually mocks them with his nasally tone. He makes fun of their squirming. He usually teases them a bit, cutting shallow cuts on their bodies. Alastair is extremely prideful. He will protect his pride almost always.
Alastair also has a soft side for those who are dear to him. Like his own kind. He thinks of the other Espada and Arrancar as his brothers. He will do anything to protect them and keep them out of harms way. He likes to think that only he can dick around with other Arrancar. As an arrancar, Alastair naturally hates Shinigami with passion. When he comes across one, he will most likely dive into battle without thinking first. He tries not to kill his prey at first, as he wants to torture them first and then sell them to someone so that they could conduct some experiments. Alastair is quite smart, as he a torturer he must know anatomy quite well. He can also read his opponents, well, depends on who. If there is a stoic bastard facing him, he will have a hard time reading him and making him flinch. If bluffing doesn't work, he resorts to his power as the Cuarta Espada, which he has clearly earned.
Defining Characteristics: Alastair is almost never seen as he is usually in his dungeons.
Specialties: Torture
Fighting type: Samurai
History/Background:Born in Rome to a legionnaire named Marcus Marcellus, and a scottish wench he took as a trophy wife while out to war. Due to her whining, he was given the given name of a scotsman, and also because she gave fantastic blowjobs, and a man will agree to anything during a fantastic blowjob. So his name became Alastair Marcellus upon the day of his birth.
He was raised as a roman, occasionally teased about his scottish name, but he'd get back at the boys by tying them upside down and driving needles through their flesh, yep he was a sadistic little boy. It wasn't long before he had his own little gang thing going in the community. Then, it was time for him to join the army to follow in the steps of his father, and such he did, going to military school and becoming an accomplished military interrogator and inquisitor. He was good at his job.
Due to his academy uprising, he was of course technically a centurion. And while he would occasionally lead men into battle, he was much better at being one of the ones who stayed and maintained order in the city, while occasionally torturing dissidents with hot iron rods up their asses.
Sometime near the age of thirty he was set to supervise over the flogging of some name, Josh son of Joseph, or something like that. He was rather tired from a party with a harem of twins the night before, and thus he wasn't really paying much attention. It went rather unusually but he didn't feel to comment, for the same reason as his tiredness, and so he didn't object to the crown of thorns or the regal robe they placed upon him, merely taking the executioners to be having fun in their jobs, and who is he to deny them that? They made him bear his cross, switched it over to some other dude who was strangely nice when the first dude's knees went out week, and killed him. There was a strangely large crowd, and Alastair heard something about this being related to the man with the crown and such, and told the executioners to hurry up and kill him faster so maybe the crowd would disperse.
A week later he was struck by lightning which somehow maneuvered through a cavern complex to strike him directly on the tip of his cock. God was obviously nonplussed.
He woke up surrounded by hollows who were somehow held back until he was at full consciousness and aware of the fact that he was going to be painfully scrubbed from existance (His pants were wetted) The hollow then killed him, brutally and quickly, and formed a Menos Grande due to the resulting dogpile that happened. It only took a few decades for Alastair Marcellus to take control of the beast, his soul becoming the dominant one. The Menos Grande would shortly after evolve into a Adjuchas.
And a century, maybe two, perhaps even three, he's lost track of time and such, but he can tell you that it was roughly four hundred years prior, maybe three hundred years prior, he has slept since then, don't hold his bad memory against him. Anywho, the point is he arranged an attack upon soul society, with a few other hollows he ran with at the time, a grouping to get stronger as it were. They assaulted, and lo and behold they came upon two powerful souls, one dressed up as a captain, and one who was nearly dead but quite powerful, and dressed up as a street urchin. He promptly ate the street urchin, as it was quite tasty, and then left, because he wasn't as stupid as the other hollows who were attacking the captain, and he knew he'd killed by said captain, thus he returned to Hueco Mundo.
Another while later, perhaps decades, perhaps centuries, he was a Vasto Lorde, and he decided to remove his mask. So remove his mask he did, but he woke up with another...A few minutes of pondering his memories revealed it to be the street urchin he ate. They told eachother their names and decided to live on as brothers, and it has been that way since.
Role-play Sample: - Spoiler:
Watching the Espada flood the room with their fraccion. Even both of his fraccions were there. Nodding with approval, he stood up while his underlings were sitting. He was showing authority. Now, Let me begin. As you are aware, we hate the Shinigami-kind. We want to kill them, mutilate them and rape their women. He glanced at the male Arrancar. This dream will finally become true. The Bountou have entered the Hueco Mundo. We have a common enemy. The Shinigami. The Bountou will be arriving soon enough here and we will hold a meeting. We will talk over matters about the big attack on the Soul Society. So please, do not be reckless. As they are powerful. I don't want either side to lose members before the attack. So if anyone of you dares to be stupid enough to NOT follow my orders, will be rid of immediately. I don't need bunch of blockheads running around, ruining this.
For the problem of our dwindling ranks ... we'll need to jumpstart a growth of Hollows, and cultivate them so that they'll devour each other. With luck, that'll give rise to a new colony of Menos. This castle should be large enough to contain them, if we are succesful.
History tells us that past generations of Espada arose from such measures taken to forcefully develop new Menos level Hollows, later turned into arrancars. And still, history shows us that Espada from the past have taken this course of action before. After all, striking a major city of the human world shall not be difficult, and forcing all those human souls to Hollowify will be a simple task. The question is ... can we do it quickly enough to give rise to new arrancar?
Another method is to also go Menos hunting, and see if we can draw the attention of whatever evolved Hollows are still out there in the realms ... surely a Vasto Lorde would take note of a powerful reiatsu exceeding their own wandering about? After all, what kind of Hollow can exist without that drive to obtain power? The only issue I may have with this course of action is the low number of developed Menos wandering about and the difficulty of having to reason with one to join our side for the sake of it gaining power.
He finally stopped talking he sat down once again. Looking at the Arrancar that occupied the room. Any questions? Oh and by the way. Because we lack people at the Espada. I am promoting Aske to the Novena. He has the skill for it. He turned his head towards Aske and nodded. Make us proud. [Taken from Bleach Online. I was Hiruma there.]