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04-24-2009, 02:39 AM
Name: Chacal Silvertongue
Gender: Male
Age at death: 29
Age in Hueco Mundo: 15
Personality: Cold. Calculating. Devious. These words have all been used to describe Chacal at one point or another. Chacal gains great enjoyment at the misery of others, going so far at to physically exhaust himself while tormenting his prey. A mighty hunter, Chacal prefers to hunt alone; only joining forces when it directly benefits himself. Although he enjoys the power gained from devouring strong souls, he find more joy in stalking the souls of young children, heckling them to the brink of insanity before devouring them whole.
Physical Appearance: Standing 5 feet tall, from paws to ears, and 6 feet long, Chacal has the appearance of a large canine. His hollow hole proudly displayed on his breast, square between his front legs. His hollow mask taking the form of a jackal's head, filled with two rows of razor sharp teeth. His tail extends 2 feet from his hindquarters, ending in a sharp arrowhead. His entire body is coated in a fine, golden brown fur.
Biography: Chacal had once been a different man, a man named Tom. As a young child, he witnessed the deaths of his parents at the hands of the serial murder "The Jackal". Known for his sadistic nature, The Jackal held Tom down and, pressing the knife to his cheek, described all the horrible things he could do to the boy. Leaving a shallow cut in the boys cheek, he departed into the night. The Jackal was captured soon after, trying to murder the Police Sergent's wife.
The Jackal was identified as a local executive named Jack Stinson. He was tried and quickly sentenced to death by electrocution. Shortly after the trial, young Tom was placed in a orphanage until he turned 18, later becoming a prosecuting attorney. Driven by his desire to put men like Jack away for good, he gaining notoriety for removing many high profile killers from the streets. On his 24th birthday, he received the gift of watching Jack be executed for his crimes. Though he would never admit it, Tom gained much pleasure from watching Jack's body writhe in the restraints of the electric chair.
Walking away from the execution, he suddenly felt empty. His primary motivator in life, his parent's killer, was gone. He continued working as an attorney yet no longer felt anything as he place man after man behind bars for life. His final case was against the notorious mob boss Fat Tony. Although there was enough evidence to put Tony away for life, the judge dismissed the case, having been bribed by the mob. Disillusioned with the workings of the justice system, he was caught by surprise upon his return home and gunned downed by Fat Tony himself as he crossed the threshold of his doorway.
Feeling lost and betrayed, Tom's soul wandered the human plane, searching for solace. By watching uninhibited human nature, he witnessed the true corruption and greed of the human soul. His feelings of betrayal turned to hatred towards his fellow man, resulting in the complete disintegration of his soul chain. Overcome with pain, Tom blacked out. Upon waking, he found himself in a never-ending desert. Trying to stand, he discovered he could no longer walk on two feet. Upon closer inspection of his body, he discovered that he closely resembled the creature that his parent's killer had taken as a surname, a Jackal. His final fragment of humanity snapped and he vowed to hunt humanity to extinction. In doing so, he also renamed himself something more fitting, Chacal Silvertongue, the devious hunter.
Sample Chapter :
The Hunt Begins
** *** **** Chacal sat perched on the roof of a small grocery store, enjoying the cool evening breeze. He always loved hunting late at night as it reminded him of the darkness of his heart; or where his heart should have been. Crouching down into the shadows cast by the light of the full moon, Chacal turned his attention to the street.*
A young girl, no older than ten, turned the corner and came tearing down the street, a look of terror plastered on her face. Her shoulder-length brown hair and pink dress were caught in the wind, blowing behind her as she ran. Bolted to her chest was a small metal plate with five small chain links, which clanged together as she ran. Without breaking stride, she turned her head, searching for the nightmare chasing her, yet saw only darkness.
“He he he”, chuckled Chacal. This was always his favorite part of the hunt. He turned and spoke in a quiet whisper, “Go ahead and run child. I will always find you and no one is coming to save you.” By adjusting the frequency of his voice, Chacal was able to mask his actual position as his voice reflected off of every surface. As his voice swirled around the child, he could see the despair in her eyes and it nourished him.
Trying to escape her tormentor, the girl ducked down a dark side street; a link of her soul chain falling to the ground with a clink as she rounded the corner. “Her fear must be overwhelming for her to ignore the pain of losing a link”, thought Chacal as he chuckled again. From his stationary position, he leapt onto the adjacent building and began to chase after her from the rooftops.
As he ran along, he continued to heckle the poor girl from the roofs.
“Its hopeless child. There's nowhere to run.”
“I will devour your soul.”
“Give up, little one. Its over for you”
For five minutes, the chase continued. The girl couldn't continue. Her sprint turned into jog and then into a weak walk. Leaning against a wall, she turned and stumbled down an alley way. She soon found herself face to face with a dead end. Seeing this, she collapsed on the ground, her spirits finally shattered by the venomous words of Chacal.
Chacal sighed from his perch. Although children were easier to scare and thus provided a better hunt, their spirits were broken quick. This particular hunt had apparently ended. It was now time to finish off his quary. He stood up and unleashed a bone chilling hollow roar. “RAHHHHHHHHHH!”
He jumped down to street level and began walking towards the cowering girl. Paralyzed by fear , the girl was unable to react as the hulking figure of Chacal inched closer to her fragile soul. With a quick swipe of his paw, Chacal knocked the child to the ground with a loud thud. As he pinned her to the ground, he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye. As he jumped out of the way, he saw a katana arc through the air where his head had been moments before.
Chacal regained his footing and turned to see a young man standing in the moonlight. His ivory colored hair contrasted his youthful face and jet black kimono. In his right hand, he held the katana which had attempted to carve Chacal in two. The young shinigami looked at the hollow; his face showing disbelief that his attack missed. Filled with rage over the interruption, Chacal let out another howl. “RAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Vile beast”, the Shinigami started, “I am Etsuko Shibumi of the 11th division. I was sent by the gotei 13 to defend this town from monsters like you. Feel the sting of my blade and return to whatever pit you crawled out of!”
Etsuko made a second charge at Chacal, who almost lazily dodged the second strike.
“He he he”, chuckled Chacal. “You will have to try harder than that.”
“ You....you can talk?”, stammered the novice Shinigami. “I was always told that hollows were mindless killing machines, incapable of speech and reason.”
“Weaker hollows, maybe. But us stronger hollows are very much capable of speech”, growled Chacal, insulted. He glanced at the spot where he had left the frightened child. The interruptions must have broken her fear induced paralysis for she was no where to be seen. Furious over the loss of his prey, he turned back to face the Shinigami.
“Since you cost me my prey, I will offer you two options”, snarled Chacal. “You may either become the focus of my new hunt or I shall kill you where you stand. I recommend you take the first option and start running.”
“I will not become a part of your twisted games, Hollow”, Etsuko replied. Raising his Zanpaktou, he made another charge at his foe. Chacal sighed as he crouched into a striking position. In one swift movement, Chacal leapt forward, slashing the shinigami's right leg as he passed. Etsuko, who could barely even follow the hollow's movements, stumbled and fell to his knees. He turned to see Chacal tenderly licking the blood from his paw.
“How?” thought Etsuko in a panic. “How did he move so fast? I couldn't keep up with his movements.”
“You know,” started Chacal. “I almost feel sorry for you. You are obviously a new recruit to the gotei 13, too young to know any better. I'm guessing less than a year out of the academy? You're nothing in the eyes of the shinigami. ”
“Ill show you, you lowly hollow,” Etsuko panted. He raised his left arm and pointed his index finger at Chacal. “Hadou 4: Byakurai!”
A bright bolt of electricity shot forward from his extended finger, arcing through the air. Chacal sidestepped the kido blast and dashed forwards, catching Etsuko square in the chest. Etsuko collapsed on the ground, his Zanpaktou clanging against the ground as his grip on the blade weakened. He looked up at his foe, standing triumphant over his battered body, and choked out his final words, “Avenge me, Brother.” The last thing Etsuko saw was the jaws of Chacal, close over his head.
“Shinigami trash,” snarled Chacal as he finished consuming the body and soul of the fallen shinigami. Turning away from the alley, he sniffed the air looking for the scent of his previous quarry. Identifying the trail again he darted off into the night after her. The night was still young. The hunt could continue.
Gender: Male
Age at death: 29
Age in Hueco Mundo: 15
Personality: Cold. Calculating. Devious. These words have all been used to describe Chacal at one point or another. Chacal gains great enjoyment at the misery of others, going so far at to physically exhaust himself while tormenting his prey. A mighty hunter, Chacal prefers to hunt alone; only joining forces when it directly benefits himself. Although he enjoys the power gained from devouring strong souls, he find more joy in stalking the souls of young children, heckling them to the brink of insanity before devouring them whole.
Physical Appearance: Standing 5 feet tall, from paws to ears, and 6 feet long, Chacal has the appearance of a large canine. His hollow hole proudly displayed on his breast, square between his front legs. His hollow mask taking the form of a jackal's head, filled with two rows of razor sharp teeth. His tail extends 2 feet from his hindquarters, ending in a sharp arrowhead. His entire body is coated in a fine, golden brown fur.
Biography: Chacal had once been a different man, a man named Tom. As a young child, he witnessed the deaths of his parents at the hands of the serial murder "The Jackal". Known for his sadistic nature, The Jackal held Tom down and, pressing the knife to his cheek, described all the horrible things he could do to the boy. Leaving a shallow cut in the boys cheek, he departed into the night. The Jackal was captured soon after, trying to murder the Police Sergent's wife.
The Jackal was identified as a local executive named Jack Stinson. He was tried and quickly sentenced to death by electrocution. Shortly after the trial, young Tom was placed in a orphanage until he turned 18, later becoming a prosecuting attorney. Driven by his desire to put men like Jack away for good, he gaining notoriety for removing many high profile killers from the streets. On his 24th birthday, he received the gift of watching Jack be executed for his crimes. Though he would never admit it, Tom gained much pleasure from watching Jack's body writhe in the restraints of the electric chair.
Walking away from the execution, he suddenly felt empty. His primary motivator in life, his parent's killer, was gone. He continued working as an attorney yet no longer felt anything as he place man after man behind bars for life. His final case was against the notorious mob boss Fat Tony. Although there was enough evidence to put Tony away for life, the judge dismissed the case, having been bribed by the mob. Disillusioned with the workings of the justice system, he was caught by surprise upon his return home and gunned downed by Fat Tony himself as he crossed the threshold of his doorway.
Feeling lost and betrayed, Tom's soul wandered the human plane, searching for solace. By watching uninhibited human nature, he witnessed the true corruption and greed of the human soul. His feelings of betrayal turned to hatred towards his fellow man, resulting in the complete disintegration of his soul chain. Overcome with pain, Tom blacked out. Upon waking, he found himself in a never-ending desert. Trying to stand, he discovered he could no longer walk on two feet. Upon closer inspection of his body, he discovered that he closely resembled the creature that his parent's killer had taken as a surname, a Jackal. His final fragment of humanity snapped and he vowed to hunt humanity to extinction. In doing so, he also renamed himself something more fitting, Chacal Silvertongue, the devious hunter.
Sample Chapter :
The Hunt Begins
** *** **** Chacal sat perched on the roof of a small grocery store, enjoying the cool evening breeze. He always loved hunting late at night as it reminded him of the darkness of his heart; or where his heart should have been. Crouching down into the shadows cast by the light of the full moon, Chacal turned his attention to the street.*
A young girl, no older than ten, turned the corner and came tearing down the street, a look of terror plastered on her face. Her shoulder-length brown hair and pink dress were caught in the wind, blowing behind her as she ran. Bolted to her chest was a small metal plate with five small chain links, which clanged together as she ran. Without breaking stride, she turned her head, searching for the nightmare chasing her, yet saw only darkness.
“He he he”, chuckled Chacal. This was always his favorite part of the hunt. He turned and spoke in a quiet whisper, “Go ahead and run child. I will always find you and no one is coming to save you.” By adjusting the frequency of his voice, Chacal was able to mask his actual position as his voice reflected off of every surface. As his voice swirled around the child, he could see the despair in her eyes and it nourished him.
Trying to escape her tormentor, the girl ducked down a dark side street; a link of her soul chain falling to the ground with a clink as she rounded the corner. “Her fear must be overwhelming for her to ignore the pain of losing a link”, thought Chacal as he chuckled again. From his stationary position, he leapt onto the adjacent building and began to chase after her from the rooftops.
As he ran along, he continued to heckle the poor girl from the roofs.
“Its hopeless child. There's nowhere to run.”
“I will devour your soul.”
“Give up, little one. Its over for you”
For five minutes, the chase continued. The girl couldn't continue. Her sprint turned into jog and then into a weak walk. Leaning against a wall, she turned and stumbled down an alley way. She soon found herself face to face with a dead end. Seeing this, she collapsed on the ground, her spirits finally shattered by the venomous words of Chacal.
Chacal sighed from his perch. Although children were easier to scare and thus provided a better hunt, their spirits were broken quick. This particular hunt had apparently ended. It was now time to finish off his quary. He stood up and unleashed a bone chilling hollow roar. “RAHHHHHHHHHH!”
He jumped down to street level and began walking towards the cowering girl. Paralyzed by fear , the girl was unable to react as the hulking figure of Chacal inched closer to her fragile soul. With a quick swipe of his paw, Chacal knocked the child to the ground with a loud thud. As he pinned her to the ground, he saw a flash out of the corner of his eye. As he jumped out of the way, he saw a katana arc through the air where his head had been moments before.
Chacal regained his footing and turned to see a young man standing in the moonlight. His ivory colored hair contrasted his youthful face and jet black kimono. In his right hand, he held the katana which had attempted to carve Chacal in two. The young shinigami looked at the hollow; his face showing disbelief that his attack missed. Filled with rage over the interruption, Chacal let out another howl. “RAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Vile beast”, the Shinigami started, “I am Etsuko Shibumi of the 11th division. I was sent by the gotei 13 to defend this town from monsters like you. Feel the sting of my blade and return to whatever pit you crawled out of!”
Etsuko made a second charge at Chacal, who almost lazily dodged the second strike.
“He he he”, chuckled Chacal. “You will have to try harder than that.”
“ You....you can talk?”, stammered the novice Shinigami. “I was always told that hollows were mindless killing machines, incapable of speech and reason.”
“Weaker hollows, maybe. But us stronger hollows are very much capable of speech”, growled Chacal, insulted. He glanced at the spot where he had left the frightened child. The interruptions must have broken her fear induced paralysis for she was no where to be seen. Furious over the loss of his prey, he turned back to face the Shinigami.
“Since you cost me my prey, I will offer you two options”, snarled Chacal. “You may either become the focus of my new hunt or I shall kill you where you stand. I recommend you take the first option and start running.”
“I will not become a part of your twisted games, Hollow”, Etsuko replied. Raising his Zanpaktou, he made another charge at his foe. Chacal sighed as he crouched into a striking position. In one swift movement, Chacal leapt forward, slashing the shinigami's right leg as he passed. Etsuko, who could barely even follow the hollow's movements, stumbled and fell to his knees. He turned to see Chacal tenderly licking the blood from his paw.
“How?” thought Etsuko in a panic. “How did he move so fast? I couldn't keep up with his movements.”
“You know,” started Chacal. “I almost feel sorry for you. You are obviously a new recruit to the gotei 13, too young to know any better. I'm guessing less than a year out of the academy? You're nothing in the eyes of the shinigami. ”
“Ill show you, you lowly hollow,” Etsuko panted. He raised his left arm and pointed his index finger at Chacal. “Hadou 4: Byakurai!”
A bright bolt of electricity shot forward from his extended finger, arcing through the air. Chacal sidestepped the kido blast and dashed forwards, catching Etsuko square in the chest. Etsuko collapsed on the ground, his Zanpaktou clanging against the ground as his grip on the blade weakened. He looked up at his foe, standing triumphant over his battered body, and choked out his final words, “Avenge me, Brother.” The last thing Etsuko saw was the jaws of Chacal, close over his head.
“Shinigami trash,” snarled Chacal as he finished consuming the body and soul of the fallen shinigami. Turning away from the alley, he sniffed the air looking for the scent of his previous quarry. Identifying the trail again he darted off into the night after her. The night was still young. The hunt could continue.