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Male
Arrancar
No Affiliation
Zanpakuto
Resurrección: Serpiente
"Constrict (Shimeru)"
A dark abyss...two silhouettes standing opposing one another, back-to-back. Though they do not face one another, this is not a scene of alliance, but a moment of divergence as from a single entity two are formed: Satoshi is the perfect soldier and the ironically light persona; while standing on his complete opposite is Sachiel, the dark side of the whole. These two are brothers, yet not related by blood, but rather by mind and heart instead.
The malicious entity clad in white stands apposed the compassionate black knight in a final display. They begin to take their paces from one another, step by step, growing farther yet still attached to one another all the same as each step brought them further anxiety. They pace apart from one another, unyielding to anything save for a single bullet that would permanently cease the beating heart of one of these hapless souls. They stop on the tenth step and pivot, arms rising as they twist to face each other for the first time, index finger stretched outward to point in a pantomimed gun. They each take a final break before imagining a trigger in their mind as they fire....A single black beam from the white-clad sibling, and a pure white blast from the shadow-clad soldier. Who fell and who survived...the only way either or both entities will fall is if that question is ever answered...
Let us begin this monotonous monologue with the essential basics of my persona so as to not breed later conflicts surrounding my identity; I am Sachiel Schiffer. Indeed, I am the form given of the darkness within the heart of Satoshi and I am an Arrancar by title and ability, yet my power's extent is for myself and myself alone to know unless you wish to be my practice dummy. Unlike that weakling, Satoshi, I have no qualms with dealing with anyone and everyone as equally as though they were all my enemies and as far as you should be concerned, you are nothing more to me than an easily exterminated pest.
Humans are a waste of breath and time, with the vast majority being morons whom I derive no pleasure from interacting with for any reason other than taking their lives and wreaking havoc upon their minds. I can be a poetic blades master when I wish to be; each word able to shred through a person like the sharpest blade instead of feeling exact cold steel upon them. Sometimes I wish there were more hours in the day for all the destruction I could cause with merely an utterance....but my truest wish, my most sought goal is to completely separate my fate from that of the, timid by comparison, other half of mine. I despise the very thought of being linked to that compassionate fool, let alone being able to feel every shift of his conscience stirring me to wish further agony upon the people around me...but while his compassion disgusts me, for every bit of empathy he feels, my malice only grows stronger.
Ah, the existence of two intertwined serpents vying for the rights to the future which only one of us will reach...such a petty affair can become the most captivating of waltzes. Join us in our eternal struggle if you dare, for when the symphony halts their melodic score...only one of us will be left standing on this blood stained dance floor.
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Watashi no Nikki
My thoughts on things, events, people, etc. don't expect me to sugarcoat some things just because this might be readable, I could really care less since I usually never have anyone truly bad to say about someone unless they tick me off...
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Forget the weaker Light
He never loved you
But I do, I won't try to change you
I Love you for You
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