Get-Bleached

Name: Darick Blackfang Nickname(s): The Black Wolf, The Alpha Race: Arrancar Gender: Male Sexuality: Bisexual Age: 483 Birthday: August 4th Height: 6' 4" Weight: 238 lbs Handedness: Right-handed Occupation: 6th Espada Family: Marcelia Blackfang (Sister) Fraccion: Known as “The Pack” Marcelia Blackfang, Arthmael Gunvaldsen, Nilera Siberiano, Idris Attilan Aspect of Death: Survival Appearance Darick is a man who can stand out in a crowd, having disheveled long black hair with wolf ears, that are his mask fragment, and piercing green eyes. His outfit is altered a bit; it has black pieces of fur around the neck and ends of the sleeves, and most of the time he keeps his jacket open. His hollow hole is located on his sternum, and his number tattoo is on his back. Personality Darick can be fairly laid back for the most part, not caring for the inner struggles that are constantly happening within Las Noches. He cares only for the health and safety of his "Pack"; which is what

Chapter 1: Congratulations “Thank you for all your hard work and contributions.” Hatsu and his comrades have waited so long for this moment of acknowledgment and approval. They weren't insanely powerful or ridiculously skilled as the man on the right and the left of their leader. Still, they worked hard. They may be a mere part of the number, just a cog in the machine to bring forth the new world, but they were proud to take part in the world Lord Aizen would create. Those words coming from their leader were an honor and privilege to hear... or rather it would have been if it wasn't followed by death. Hatsu’s eyes widened in a mix of horror and disbelief as he watched the spray of blood from several of his brothers-in-arms. He didn't have time to think, hardly a moment to blink as only one captain was performing the slaughter whilst the other two passively observed. No. Only Aizen observed, Tōsen carried out his will, and Gin... something about him seemed off... or rather more off