Gunsche/The Skipper

Name: The Skipper/Gunsche

Race: Bounto.

Age: Unknown.

Personality: Gruff, tactical but quite the talker. The Skipper is often described as charismatic leader sort of person. Where as everyone has lost his sanity, he didn't. He can rationalize and make up plans at an instant, being the genius he is. His very personality is a shifting cascade of a few, thus, making him quite characteristic to do what he does. Namely, he is cruel, and inhumane when doing things. According to his philosophies, he is pretty much a Social Darwinist when conducting things through and through. Years of experience has given him quite an edge on things, able to deduce things and find out clues more than everyone else due to the fact he has kept his sanity for ever so long. Abiding his time of eternity, waiting all the time. Patience when it comes to Skipper isn't thin whatsoever. In fact, he can wait things as long as even thousands of years.

Appearance: His appearance befits his namesake. He takes the appearance of a Captain of some sort of an army. In fact, he wears a German Captain's uniform, along with the insignia and everything. He even wears a uniform akin to World War II, being the former Schutzstaffel he is, a military man as some would say. He has the look of a seasoned veteran, followed by eyes that stares at everything vacantly. But those are more aesthetics rather than simply him aging from taking too much souls. He very well appears to be a man in his mid-30's or so it seems. A man of experience as one would say. A man of tactics. His hair color is mostly chestnut brown, and his eyes are green but can influx into a red glowing one.

History: Initially, just about every of his past is shrouded in complete and utter mystery. His age was all that was uncovered out of the science department of SS, being an early experiment with immortality that precedes all Bounts. In fact, a prototype of what was to be created of the Bounts. One of the first born, a creation that went so far back that there was to be no records of him. A very ancient Bounto indeed that has lived throughout the ages, ranging from the time of the Ancient Sumerian civilization all the way to the modern day. Knowledge was to be nothing but memories to him that he may have forgotten. Living so long has granted him a sort of patience that surpasses human patience, and as such, he has become beyond human. Beyond realization. Beyond comprehension.

He has seen it all, Aizen's insurrection on Karakura town all the way to his defeat. If anything, he has known about a lot of things. During his times in the Roman Empire, he claimed the role of Hadrian, becoming an Emperor in fact and was as such, seen as divine due to his Immortality. Although he later 'died' under the help of friends. He would become at a later role, something similar to Atilla the Hun. In fact, donning Atilla the Hun's very shoes, he WAS Atilla the Hun. Infamous for sacking Rome before disappearing right off the map. And so, this cascade of new identities took place, and he finally took a role of an eager submariner commander within the German navy of World War II. His fate was sealed when he was sunk underneathe 12,000 leagues into the ocean within the Pacific. Thought to be dead as his mission was simple; to deliver a priceless artifact to a certain contact in Karakura town, a Shinigami. Although due to this failure, he was thought to be dead, the sea was to be his grave. But it wasn't. He was later spotted within the Schutzstaffel acting as the Hauptsturmfuhrer, commanding the armies to commit a massacre on the American paratroopers in Netherlands, and as such, he later on reclaimed his post as a Kommodre within the navy, disappearing off.

He later returned, due to his history of sinking civilian cruisers and military ships alike. He was wanted as a war criminal all over the world. He could have shed his identity, but rather, he has grown fond of being known simply as the Skipper. His initial name was unknown, even in the posters he was simply shown the picture and the rank of Die Kommodar. Up to now, he is relatively unknown, having escaped to Karakura town where he will hide, and where he will rebuild himself upon the weapons he took from World War II, and as such, that is how he will make his debut. But this time, he works alongside other Bounts, some perhaps more reasonable than Jin Kariya... or not.

RP sample: (Will add later.)

I can Approve you as a normal Bounto now but as I have seen you want to be an Elite Bounto so please add your RP sample first Mr. Skipper.

RP sample: The blast would blow out the entire chest, incinerating it in fact and leaving just a hole behind as the Captain fell to his knees. The Skipper's gun barrel smoking out wildly as did the Captain's chest sizzled out. The Bounto decides to have his little fun with him. Pulling him by the ears, he holsters his pistol into his black leather coat that sways along the calm and dreary breeze. The hunger now evident in the Kommodre. His eyes reddened, glistening ever so maliciously. His pupils slitted like a snake's eye as he stares down at the Captain Taiki. With a single pull of his wires from his entirety of gloved hand, he tears off the leg and brings it to himself, grasping it by the shin, smirking as he looked at the face of a doomed man. "Chaos will be created on an unprecedented scale. Worst case scenario: Gotei 13 ceases to exist as an official establishment. The existing world order crumbles. And the Espada won't escape unscathed, either. The Bounts would show their dominance over all. Under a storm of criticism from Central 46, the current Captain Commander will lose its sway over the Captains and an unprecedented chaos will take place. There is no way to escape this. No way to run away. You will be there to watch it... as my familiar, boy." The Kommodre said grimly with a malicious undertone. His voice so friendly yet it harbors the darkest of intentions and the blackest of hearts.

He simply gave the leg a little squeeze, squishing it under his pressure and leaving the bones crushed, flinging away the mutilated leg. His attention now focused on his teeth as the Captain Taiki cowers, saving up his breath of screams since these are his last moments. His heart was destroyed, it'll be a matter of time before he dies. With a fling, he sends his wires into Captain Taiki's mouth. "I am the perfect soldier. Where I exist, there are no other soldiers, your death is a testament to that." The Kommodre boasts, with each twitch of a finger, a teeth pulls out. Loud rasping noise of pain hollered out from the Captain as he proved to be a wimp from such a pressure. Each teeth pulled lowers his breath count as he lost the ability to sustain blood. His hemoglobin count lowering down for each second. The Captain leaves a trail of tears going down from his cheeks as the Kommodre himself finds this enjoyable. Being the sadistic monster he is. His smirk extending into a teethy grin, showing his monstrous sets of fangs... no, not fangs, rather, pincers. All his teeth were pincers from a predator. It wasn't vampiric, more bestial. He was no man, but a monster in the guise of a man. He repeats the process of pulling out each teeth, the more he delves into the back, the more painful it has become. It wasn't until he has went to the last teeth that he has made the pain unbearable. Each second spent here is like a day spent. It was ever so long, yet the Kommodre didn't provide the mercy of death. Retracting his wires back into his coat. Placing his fingers around the lower jaw, inserting it into his teethless mouth. "You know why you will die, Captain? It is simple really. I have the will to survive. You do not. I have long abandoned my humanity to become a monster. One that should be toppled over eventually by a man, not a Shinigami. You see, this isn't the end of your nightmare. No. I have a different plan for you, you see. You will endure an endless nightmare as my familiar.... a torment without rest. No place to seek refuge in.. the perfect Hell."

His tone of voice was like a harsh lullaby of unblissful truth told to the Captain Taiki as he realized what he meant. He will be nothing more than a pawn inside him. Another familiar added to the collection that he has devoured... death was a mercy compared to this. Now that his dialogue was finished, the Kommodre pulls down the jaw in a harsh, harsh way. Tearing it apart and flinging the jaw away. Leaving Taiki to be jawless. His pincers extend into fangs. A black Reiatsu was clearly seen around the Kommodre as he revealed his unholy lineage. He brutally beats up Taiki from his jawless face. Each punch centered around the cheeks takes the life out of him and brings death closer. The Kommodre wasn't intending to finish this quickly, rather, take his time and destroy the Captain utterly in soul, and spirit. In every way shatter his being as a man and a Captain. That was the kind of person the Kommodre was. Each punch was felt hard, bruising the cheeks extremely to a point it puffed up. The last punch was aligned to the nose. Shattering it, breaking it. If the 4th Division Captain were to look at this. He would've been a mess. Too much to just heal and get back to duty.

Now he has had his fun, time to make it all the more painful. Placing his fingers around both of his eyelids, he violently pulls back and rips it off of his figure. Leaving him lidless so to have him watch the horrors that awaits him. The Skipper reels in closer each time, his fangs now fully extended for full time penetration. He sinks them down into the Captain's throat, violently devouring it by munching on it, leaving blood to stain his cheeks. Taking the life out of the Captain Taiki... and his soul. Like the devil, he takes souls to add to his dominion, but unlike the devil. He does it without a need for contract. For each ounce of life taken out of the Captain sends an invigorating chill of youth to the Kommodre as he feels age straying off of him. Leaving him slowly once more. Feeling energetic. This was probably the first Shinigami meal he has had, and a Captain too. A deluxe meal to give a taste of how Shinigami's are.... and somehow, the Kommodre likes the taste. Perhaps developing one for the death reapers? Perhaps it is. The Captain felt he couldn't hold tightly into his life anymore... just letting go finally as the temptations to just have a death was too great. The Kommodore unsank his fangs off of the Captain, leaving nothing but dust and clothing behind. The blood itself turned to dust. Although the Zanpakuto didn't, technically the Captain was 'still' a Shinigami, but rather, inside of him. Picking up the robes belonging to the Captain, the Kommodore hides them within his coat, placing them into his inventory as he also picked up the Zanpakuto as well, grasping it.

Something has hit by then. A flood. By instincts, somehow, the Kommodore uses Shunpo to appear on top of the tip of the skyscraper's tip. Watching the flood from his fellow Warlord take place. Smirking at the sight of it. His eyes shifting back to it's sapphire state as the pupil no longer was a slit. His coat fluttering on and about as he simply decides it is best to take his leave. Pacing at the air as he found himself able to walk on air itself. All no thanks to the Captain. Shunpo'ing out of sight for his next agenda at mind. Quite a bloody one he has, for whoever is unfortunate enough to meet his agenda is going to die, one way or another. Somehow he even managed to escape the blast that took all souls down, marking him as lucky.

Good Rp Sample Mr. Skipper. I Approve.