Name: Urufu Azathoth
Description: Urufu usually wears a white cloak with two blood red crosses on either side of his body. He has blond hair, is roughly 5'7, and weighs 160 pounds. He has a long scar running up from his left elbow to his shoulder. His fingernails are longer then average, and resemble claws, as well do his toenails, which are clearly visible because he wears no shoes. The tips and outlines of both are stained with blood permanently. The bottom of his black cargo pants are frayed, as well as the cuffs of his sleeves. He wears a pure silver cross on a necklace, from his days with the Vatican. Old habits die hard.
His muscles, though not very large, are incredibly dense, giving him a lean appearance. Those not used to seeing someone like that would instantly deem him weak, right before a powerful punch from the "weak" arms of the "weak" boy broke their face. His clearly Caucasian skin makes him stand out in Japan, though not by much. What truly makes him stand out is his Cloak, as stated earlier. His blond hair is slightly long, but stands in chaotic, lazy spikes that seem to fall where they please, slightly resembling Cloud Strife, minus the large forespike. He has violet eyes, a trait slightly odd. When he was born, they were a soft blue, but over time, as his eating habits changed, so did his eye color. After all, red and blue make purple. Also, a silver pentacle necklace is wrapped around his right arm, hidden underneath his cloak.
Rank: Level 1
Unarmed Combat Proficiency 2: 2
Ability 1: Retribution is the ability to rip apart DNA sequences (as well as the reishi that makes up a spiritual being. For the sake of simplicity, it shall be henceforth referred to as DNA) through oral blood consumption. After ripping apart these sequences, one can "manually" insert them into their own DNA patterns for a temporary change in their genetic structure.
Technique 1: In the beginning stages, one would only be able to manipulate Physical aspects of their victim into their genetic coding. This can change not only things such as appearance, but also fix organs and such that are permanently damaged, simply by reducing the old one to pure atoms and rebuilding it, ejecting the damaged tissue through the pores of the skin in a form that resembles a black mist.
(The harder things, such as Recreating organs and the like, take A.) A lot of power with it, and B.) A lot of blood.)
Technique 2: The middle stages involve stripping the DNA of their powers. delving further into the Patterns, the user can sort out the coding that gives each individual their unique abilities. This has it's limits, though. The level of control they have over the Power or ability is the exact same as that of the one they took it from. Take Pyromancy for example. If one has complete control of fire, and a Retribution user takes that ability, they also have complete control. If they can barely create sparks, and are in the beginning stages, then they are at that level as well. This technique slot is then replaced with the technique he has stolen.
(The more powerful someone opposing a user of Retribution is, the harder [and consequently, the more blood is needed] it is to gain the abilities. A handful of blood -as in his hand is covered in their blood- will be sufficient for beginning stages. A liter and a half is sufficient for second stage.
Personality Traits: Urufu is a ragged boy that has gone through many hardships in his life, which shows in him through an advanced maturity and deeply rooted chronic depression. During battle, he usually uses a Slice-First, Think-about-the-consequences-later attitude, though that doesn't mean he doesn't know how. He is very resourceful, and loves Nature.
If he can't protect those he loves, he feels completely useless, and will train harder every chance he gets to find a way to protect them. Because of his Cannabilistic/Vampiric ways, however, he doesn't have many people whom are close to him, as he gives off a slightly Horrifying Aura. He is your classic White Knight. Hell-bent on protecting everything and all, he will let nothing stand in his way. Incredibly selfless, it is his major downfall. If one knows him, even through reputation, it would be incredibly easy to exploit this.
Not a lot of people make the requirements to becoming his friends, however. Urufu is slightly demented in the fact that he hates nearly everyone. He has been shown that people are selfish, ignorant, obnoxious, etc, and views them as food more then anything else. Due to his ability, the only thing he can consume for sustenance is blood. Don't let that fool you though, he hates being called a Vampire. It generates an anger within him that cannot be tamed.
Rejecting the Vatican life, he chose the path of the Wiccan. The nature witch, as some may call them. Just because he hates people, doesn't mean he hates everything. He has a vast love for nature and all of it's inhabitants. He is at peace the most when he is in the forest, or something woodsy, surrounded by his beasty brotherin. His Zodiac Sign is Dog, his Astrology sign is Aries, and his favorite color is white. He holds it in high regards, because it resembles both a purity, something unscathed by anything else. Also, it can show a white hot, inner rage, something he himself holds.
One other thing about Urufu... He is slowly going insane. Due to his ability, he has several minds within himself at once. Though they are not active consciously, they still affect him incredibly slowly, though very deeply on a neurotic level. Urufu hears a voice within his head, and has ever since he first achieved his abilities. This voice is a split within his own mind. It is similar to a split personality. It never takes control, or wishes to. It merely wants Urufu to drink as much blood as possible.
History: Urufu was born in Rome, Italy, during a fitful thunderstorm. His powers were left dormant inside of him for 7 years. They were created when Urufu was baptized in a tub of holy water, tainted with the blood of a Hollow-Posessed priest whom was a vessel of Retribution. Raised as a catholic boy, he lived in the Vatican and was an apprentice of a very high powered member in a scholarly position. He hated it. He didn't believe in their god, and he didn't care enough to pretend. He was like that. Escaping one night, he ran. He had no money, no food, and no skills to gain it. The Vatican didn't teach those things, especially to an unruly boy.
It was around this time Urufu discovered that if he ate human food, or drank even water, he would become violently sick. He couldn't keep anything down. During his travels, he witnessed a terrible commotion. Two rivaling gangs got into a gun fight. As the survivors left, he noticed what littered the concrete. There was dead everywhere. Blood oozed from open wounds, ripped open like a can of tuna from gun spray. And it smelled delicious. He couldn't resist the urge. It was way too powerful. Drink it. Drink it all. A voice in his head snapped to existence, backhanding him. Deciding to heed it's orders, he dropped to his knees, wrapped his lips around a wound, and began to suck on the blood. It poured down his throat, a little warm still. Thank the Goddess. As he got his fill, he could feel changes in his body. Strength returning. Speed increasing. Wounds healing. Grinning, he wiped the excess blood from his lips with the back of his hand, and stood swiftly. Leaping into the air, he was surprised at his own reflexes, catching a ledge nearly 2 meters higher than his head and hauling himself onto the fire escape. Scaling the ladder, he quickly made it to the roof, where he desperately tried to sleep, happy that he kept down his food.
The blood from the humans was not what sparked his abilities truly into existence, however. While it was the key that unlocked the door, something had to open the gate that was Retribution. That something appeared not long after. A Hollow with varying luck had broken through to earth on the same night, near the same area. It smelled the souls of the dead (and Urufu's meal) and immediately charged towards it. As soon as it appeared, Urufu saw the faint glimmer of the ghosts, and heard them screaming to help them. It was what in fact kept him awake. Sliding down the building, he stared at the Hollow. It was big. Urufu wasn't. He had always been small for his age, and at 7-8 years old, his size was truly a factor. Even though he was faster because of the blood, he wasn't fast enough. The hollow simply threw him away when he tried to save the souls (ironically). Smashing into the wall, he simply continued trying to kill the hollow, every step he took closer to it bringing the souls and said hollow more clearly into focus.
Finally, a lucky break. A shinigami arrived on the scene, and did away with the hollow quickly. This someone, Forbade Juusatsu, traveled with him for a long time. The two became incredibly close. It was hard not to. He decided to accompany Urufu when he saw that the boy had no one. Juusatsu was an Orphan, like Urufu. He knew what it was like to be alone. The two sympathized very well together. They truly became Father and Son. Even though they were close, they still had a lot to learn about each other. Urufu didn't even know Juusatsu's age (which was physically 34, but actually nearly 10 times this number). Juusatsu taught Urufu many things. He introduced him to the world of magic, and revealed that he himself was an exiled death god. He also explained that there were many humans with strange abilities such as his, and he wasn't as unique as he thought. They traveled for 4 years, touring the country side. They made money by joining circuses, etc. Urufu made a decent living healing the sick with Reverse Retribution.
He then revealed he was sick. Sick and Dying. At First, Urufu thought this was a joke. Who ever heard of a death god getting a disease? Then Juusatsu revealed it. It was brutal.
The sickness took the form of a black underlining underneath the skin, like bruises but much darker, much larger, and much more painful. It didn't bother him much on good nights. On bad nights.. he could barely move. The sickness was eventually going to find its way to Juusatsu's heart and stop it, like a heavy chain. It took a few years, but finally, one night.. it struck.
Urufu didn't know what to do. He sat with Juustatsu for a long time, as he lay sick in his bed, coughing, wheezing. Then, the pitiful light in his eyes extinguished. Juustatsu was gone forever. Crying, Urufu laid on his chest and beat unmercifully, willing his heart to beat. It didn't.
As his tears dried, he continued to lie on Juusatsu's chest, staring at his neck. A voice inside of his head told him something, something that he will never forget. To rip open his throat with his teeth and drink. That was crazy. Why would he do that? Why would he feed on his Father?
The temptation became too strong for him to resist. He finally closed his eyes and did it.
Instantly, he grew in strength, he could feel it. He continued to drink, until he drained the man dry. It was then that he began to see things. Shinigami, Vizards, Arrancar, Hollow's, etc. He saw it all. Clearer then ever before. He saw them daily now, instead of merely the most powerful. He saw the weakest spirits. He saw. And the voice continued in his head, continued to tell him what to do. Go to japan.
Ripping the pentacle necklace from Juusatsu's cold chest as he lay on the bed, he kept it safe as he doused the building in gasoline. It was merely a cheap hotel, nothing interesting, really. Besides, everyone was gone to see a play. This was Italy. Tossing a match, he watched from a safe distance as his Father (and a hotel) lit up in flames. Clutching the necklace in his hand, he vowed to take on the Wicca religion, in honor of his dead father. After a bit of studying it, he found that it matched his own beliefs quite clearly. One year of studying later, Urufu could be found sitting atop a cliff, staring down into the ocean below. Japan was only a week of walking away! The wind blew through his hair and cloak, and a single tear slid down his cheek as he smiled into the ocean, the Pentacle necklace clutched tightly in his hands.
Juusatsu's final gift. A religion he could follow honestly.