Hey, everyone! Xochi here, I had previously spent the last ten minutes writing this thrilling introduction of myself that was dedicated to really letting my impish but dedicated persona blossom; alas though, a misguided click and this condemn-able computer closed my browser and lost was that sweet cherry telling. So to summarize things in a much briefer but still generally effective way we're going to use... BULLET POINTS!
I am a decently experienced role-player who has participated in several Bleach-related role-play projects in the past.
I am a very impish person; much like the progenitor of mischief, Loki, I am bound to a love for Memecraft and Trollery.
With that former point made; as much as I love a grand gag I practice the utmost professionalism when engaging in actual scenes. Role-play in my view is about creating bonds, and creating a story of two tales worth reading, so as a writer I would never cheapen or mock another person's passion to the craft.
I am actually not very used to maneuvering around these sorts of forums, so I apologize if I display an uncanny level of ignorance when it comes to dealing with the site.
I plan to create a Hollow-breed character; really explore that darkness to find vulnerability in the break down of vice verses virtue.
Well, I hope to hear from you guys soon, and so I bid you adieu until then! Keep an eye out though, one eye open peering into the dark, yeah?
Seireitei is crumbling and the Gotei is a shell of its former self. Ravaged by the plague, the surviving Shinigami struggle to maintain the balance, but with so few of them left, the work is taxing and their fortress-city has fallen to neglect. Spread thin across all fronts, their diminished presence has been noted by friend and foe alike.
The Arrancar have rebuilt Las Noches and are rallying. The throne remains empty, but self-styled Espada have risen up from among them and are vying for control, each one endlessly testing the others’ weaknesses. Too evenly matched for any one of them to claim the crown, they bide their time, waiting for the opportune moment.
On Earth, all seems well—but there is a war being fought in the shadows as the mortals find themselves lacking the protection they once had and so sorely need. The Quincy, having realized the oppressive specter of the Shinigami is no more, are flourishing, and are fighting the Hollow-breeds with renewed vigor.