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»Name: (Angel) Wolfgang Jakkalera
»Alias: The Jackal/Gangz
»Age:987
»Gender:Male
»Birthday: June
»Rank: Espada-Vasto Lorde & Segunda Espada
»Espada Group: Just part of the Organization?
»Personality: The Jackal's main features in regards to his personality are the Arrancar's cunning that has gotten him through so many situations. This cunning comes to life in various ways. Wolfgang is a very calm, collected and yet so calculating in everything that he does. He is not above acting petty and cruel in order to get a reaction out of someone. He is a very observant creature that amuses himself with the pain and joy of others. Wolfgang is a gambler at heart, generally making bets. These bets made are generally put into place to keep things interesting in his little world. The Jackal is very open to different ideas and ideals, as long as it fits in with his own in the long run. Wolfgang prides himself on being as efficient as possible. This includes hunting, the general bantering, fighting, and even belittling others. Even with all of this, he is very cautious, the type of person that thinks before acting. The sort of person that takes calculated risks, refusing to play by the rules of others. The Jackal learned long ago not to play according to the rules of others.
The Jackal can be cold and unforgiving in certain situations. There is also the issue of him not being above betrayal. In the gambler's world, there is no honor among thieves, a code that has seen him survive countless situations. Wolfgang at times may show a lack of interest in things that others may find amusing. There is always the possibility that what others find sufficient is indeed lacking in some other aspect. Wolfgang demonstrates his self-discipline by constantly moving forward. The Jackal can become intoxicated by the possibilities that lie ahead. There are times when he'd rather be alone, almost acting shy, often choosing to shun those around him on a whim. The Jackal's behavior can be very spontaneous as he is the adventurous type, though that doesn't mean that these spontaneous acts won't get him the desired results. There is always a method behind his madness, a master of the art. A very conscientious person, that is always in control of his own actions.
In fact his spontaneous actions may at times mislead others to think he isn't at all the conscientious type. But this is all apart of a cunning plan for advancement, the art of deception by putting on a poker face. Most of these pales in comparison to the Jackal’s psyche, as anyone would agree that his mind is most unique. The Jackal has expressed an interest in scientific research which is unusual for someone like this man. The Jackal likes conducting research, dissecting others and probing the minds of others. He is all about knowledge which ties in perfectly with his intoxication. The actions of the Jackal and his psyche means the man died of intoxication.
Intoxication for the Jackal can cover most aspects of his personality and his view on life. The Jackal’s gambling habits was more like intoxication and a bad habit, but the Arrancar did make a living out of it. The man was also drunk on knowledge and his thirst for it will see him poison his mind as a result. On the other side of life, Wolfgang shows that he has needs like any other man. The Arrancar often seeks out satisfaction in the form of the female company. One such as Wolfgang cannot deny the importance of the female anatomy. The Arrancar often tries to find a number of women to satisfy his needs. He is not above being perverted which is often seen in some instances. None of this seems to measure up to his prideful nature.
»Likes:
Research & Development: Wolfgang is a scientist at heart. Always seeking to develop new things to further advance himself and his fellow Hollows. Knowledge is power and he seeks this endlessly.
Women: Wolfgang loves the company of women even more so than research and development. There is something about the opposite sex that makes the man as curious as ever.
Bets: Wolfgang is a gambler, and so he often places various bets and wagers in order to keep things interesting. His bets can be of a low stake and sometimes they command a much higher stake. Life is but a game to the man and he is often its manipulator.
Sleeping: When all is said and done and when there is nothing to do. Wolfgang tend to indulge in long naps in order to rejuvenate himself.
A Good Fight: Wolfgang, despite his more sophisticated state and humanity. He is still as primal as any other Hollow. And will no doubt get involved in fights. Especially if its necessary when it comes to aiding his research.
»Dislikes:
The Natural Order: There is nothing like disturbing the peace and causing a bit of mischief. Wolfgang likes the idea of chaos, since with chaos he can even more so observe others. It is often at this point that their true nature will come to light.
The Typical Dunce: Those lacking in apparent intelligence is a eyesore for Wolfgang. There is nothing worse than the uninformed interfering in matters that does not concern them.
Shinigami/Quincy: Being a Hollow, Wolfgang simply cannot stand either race. He is their direct opposite and natural enemy. And so it is not uncommon for him to want to kill a Shinigami or Quincy. Better yet, the man might capture and experiment on them.
»Appearance Picture:
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»Eye Color: Teal
»Height:6'3
»Weight: 186lbs
»Hair Color: Teal
»Extra: Carries a coin, and often a deck of cards.
»Appearance Description:
Head: Wolfgang has a very handsome face compared to many other beings of the Arrancar race. His handsome exterior is truly one of a kind, the type of face the lures in unsuspecting prey such as women. Only to have them become part of a large collection. Wolfgang has long shoulder length, yet spiky teal colored hair. His skin color is of a brown skin color, sticking to the theme of a Spaniard in certain regards to being an Arrancar. Wolfgang also stands at 6 foot, three inches, boasting a well toned body, but not overly bulky. Wolfgang has piercing teal colored eyes that are equally as seductive as they can be made to give off a devious stare. The Jackal's mask fragment is the bottom half of a jawbone which resembles that of a canine. The mask fragment which is the bottom half of a jawbone is on the left side of the Jackal’s face. It runs along the Arrancar’s own jawbone on that particular side of his face. There are teeth running along the mask fragment. Parts of the mask fragment also extend downward towards the neck of the Jackal. Interestingly enough, the mask fragment of the Arrancar doesn’t seem to hamper him in any way. The mask fragment is of course white with the teeth running along it being black. Moving down the body of the Jackal, Wolfgang has his number tattooed on the right side of his neck.
Upper body: The Jackal wears the typical black and white Arrancar attire, though the man has added his own unique flavor to it. The Jackal's upper garments consist of white long-sleeved overcoat that fits closely to his body, but not close enough to hinder his movements. There is also a pair of black fingerless gloves being worn on both hands of the Arrancar. The overcoat mentioned has a very high collar to it. On either side of the collars a pair of black tassels is attached to it. The high collar severs to hide the tattoo of his number from view. The man also seems to sport a what appears to be a black flack jacket, though not entirely military style. It’s more like for fashion than anything, yet it sets the Jackal apart from the other Espada. The flack jacket is worn over the long white overcoat. The overcoat is of course buttoned up only exposing most of the Arrancar collar bone. The flack-jacket in question is buckled around The Jackal’s waist moving up towards his chest area. The buckles are of a silver color, with the flack jacket only having straps that covers only one shoulder. More specifically, these are strapped across his left shoulder. The flack jacket of course has a number of compartments that are used to store his deck of cards and other insignificant items.
Lower Body: Wolfgang also wears a black sash around his waist rather stylishly. Wolfgang neglects the usual Hakama of the Arrancar race, instead opting for more closely fitting white trousers. The overcoat of the man also stretches pass his knees, ending up in an inverted "V" shape. Wolfgang unlike many of the other Arrancar, wears black man boots, something many considers to be his own personal style. The trousers that the Jackal sports covers the boots mainly, leaving only the foot area visible, which excludes the shin area and upwards.
»Historical Information:
Life in the living world:
Lucius Cross, the man, the legend was born a very poor during really harsh times. He came into existence well over a thousand years ago, and during the time he was a human. Lucius has had to learn a few tricks that ensured his survival. Lucius grew up in a rather poor family of five. At a time where his family earned little to no money, food and clothing was scarce. This means that the youngster had to find a way to survive. He succeeded where others failed to find a way through the blockades, created by society. Lucius succeeded by going around the system, through the art of deception, thievery and general wits. He also showed that he had great intelligence. His family might have been poor, but they were not a bunch of dunces. Lucius parents made sure to teach him the basics. This is what gave him the tools to move forward, being as crafty as possible while doing so. As the young man come of age, he had already learned how to steal in a very graceful manner. This included picking pockets, coming up with strategy to steal from merchants. And with everything that he did, Lucius always placed a wager. His life revolved around bets, gambling and a number of other things. His most favorite aspect of this was a game of cards. The young Lucius was also somewhat of a jester. His inability to truly take anything serious might have cost him his life many a times. Some would say that is was through sheer luck that he survived at times. And thats exactly what he was a survivor.
A little over a decade passed by, and the boy was now a man. He continued to steal, deceive and gamble nonstop. In the end, this all paid off for him. Lucius was able to feed, clothe and shelter himself. Soon enough others came following in his footsteps; he became a gang leader in time. One that actually showed that he had morals, at least in regards to some things. Life was just life for Lucius, though exciting for him. It is mundane for those looking in from the outside.
Life After Death:
Lucius Cross was a man that lived his life based on intoxication. Woman, alcohol, money, clothes, he wanted it all. And so he did almost anything possible to get what he wanted. For women, he'd simply use charm and wits. For money, clothes and the likes, he relied on deception among other means. The life of Lucius came to an abrupt end. Leading up to this event, Lucius Cross continued his work, lying, cheating, stealing, etc. The time had finally come for him to face his judgment. Lucius and his gang of thieving scoundrels, were arrested and to be executed. The numerous crimes amounted to the death penalty. And in one last effort to buy his freedom, Lucius made a wager of sorts. A game of Russian roulette, though this game was not called such as yet. The idea behind the game was that, if Lucius won, he'd be set free. Should he lose, then he'd be put to death. This game of life and death, involved Lucius and his foe, and a pair of crossbows. They started off with their backs turned to each other. And each of them had a loaded crossbow in their hand. The person that Lucius had to face off with was one of his own comrades. A close friend of his, which saddened him, but such is life. Both men walked 12 paces apart from each other, and turned around and aimed. There was no way to tell where each man was, since they were blind folded. On command of the executioner, both men let loose their arrow of death. Perhaps it was luck or destiny, but both men hit their mark. Lucius was shot through the throat, while his friend was shot through the head. That was the end of their unfortunate human lives.
Life as a Hollow:
The death of Lucius marked a new beginning. He was cast into the unknown, which supposedly was the after life. Even death could not separate this band of menace to society. There were at least 37 of this band of criminal, an organization if you will. And they all followed Lucius into the after life, where they shared a brief reunion. They wandered the streets, searching endlessly for a resting place. All of these men soon fell into despair, their chains of fate, began to shorten, being consumed by an unknown entity. As they fell deeper into despair, the process sped up even quicker. Redemption had long gone for them, they all in the end transformed into hollows. A gang of hollows bent of destruction fueled by the hunger that consumed their empty souls. This gang of hollows, while beast like, showed a natural instinct for survival. There was a clear coordination between them. They demonstrated the ability to take down prey and feed on them in a very effective way. Lucius as a hollow started off feeding on souls that recently died. They were easy prey for the gang, not to mention there was an abundance of these souls. The endless gorging on these souls resulted in an overall increase in strength. The time had finally come, Shinigami were now on the hunt. It seems Lucius and his gang was beginning to draw attention to them. Many Shinigami came and many Shinigami along with Hollows died. Lucius however was one of the lucky ones, not to have fallen victim. Instead, he was getting more and more powerful. The gang of hollows that surrounded him were fed on too. Further empowering the low class hollow, though a little stronger that average.
But for every hollow that roamed the material world, they would soon be drawn to Hueco Mundo. That is where they belonged after all, and that is where they would go. They made their way there by following a Menos Grande through a Garagunta. And by performing this act, the Hollow found himself in the forest of Menos. It was a strange place; a new habitat compared to what he was use to. There were only hollows like himself, and to survive he had to feed on these other creatures. This didn't go on for too long however, a grouping of hollows prevented this. Lucius was apart of this group and so underwent an evolution. He was now apart of an accumulation of hollows, that formed into a Menos Grande. Cross would have been lost forever, had it not been for his desire. The desire to continue existing was far too overwhelming for the others to quell his uprising. That was when it happened. Lucius was able to become the superior consciousness, and by doing so, reached another stage of evolution. He managed to reach the Gillian class, now even more powerful than a Menos Grande.
Current Life:
Lucius spent some more time in the forest of menos, decades, feeding on lower level hollows. Menos grande and the new comers, but they could only offer him so much. It was simply not enough for Lucius, who was now able to reason and think for himself. He maintained the same personality that got him through hard times. The Gillian set out across the white sandy plains of Hueco Mundo. There he came across many other hollows, and through the use of tactics. He was able to succeed in consuming as many as possible. The journey across the desert was leading him nowhere. He'd long forgotten how long he'd been in Hueco Mundo. His instincts drove him to the realm of the humans. Lucius was now armed with the ability to learn Sonido, among other hollow techniques. During his missions to the material world, he'd always try to consume as many souls as possible. Quincy, Shinigami and plus souls of humans. Even other hollows that got in his way were not spared. Always scurrying back to Hueco Mundo, Lucius found that he was constantly changing. He became more and more humanoid as time went by. He reached the level of an Adjuchas, he was of the Adjuchas class now. This meant that hunting and such was even easier for him. He also started developing new techniques, those unique to him. It wasn't long before he once again, found himself in the company of others. Lucius came across four other Adjuchas like himself, this of course brought on a sense of nostalgia. A distant memory which he couldn't quite place, or truly remember anything from past events. Years went by and Lucius Cross was doing what he always did and that was to survive. The time had finally come for him to take another step further into hollow wood. But before that could happen, war broke out in Hueco Mundo. There was civil unrest among warring hollow factions, fighting for supremacy.
This of course meant that every hollow, would be caught in the crossfire. And not wanting to become prey, Lucius formulated a plan. He and his small band of hollow brethren hid themselves and awaited signs of weakness. The war will no doubt have casualties, rather powerful ones. And thats exactly what Cross was hoping for. He and his brethren would often descend on the battlefield. Seizing injured prey, both the strong and weak alike. This act ensured that they had powerful hollows to feed on. There was never a harvest of hollow food like this before. With the war going on, Cross was growing in power more and more. He was at the pinnacle of his power, thats when he felt a sudden urge to do something. Although he had been changing more and more, his transformation wasn't quite complete. The above Adjuchas level Cross ripped his mask off, thus undergoing a transformation. One that saw him takes on the form of a man more or less. He was in the form of a humanoid Jackal before. But now it was different somehow. He was more human, and far more powerful than ever. He was also boasting a Zanapakuto, which sealed his Resurrecion. Lucius was now a Vasto Lorde one of the kings, or rather a self proclaimed one. He soon joined the actual war, making his presence known. Deals were made, and so were wagers on the lives of others. And as the war came to an end, they soon realized it was all for nothing. Then again, that is not entirely true, since there now lays a structure in Hueco Mundo. The structure suggests that there is some kind of order, in these savage lands. A military power was formed in order to combat the Shinigami. And from within the walls of this structure, came about the Espada. They are said to be the best that Hueco Mundo has to offer. Lucius remained somewhat skeptical about all of this. Though, there is always a chance, that he will join that military power. His reason for doing so has not arrived as yet.
The one known as Lucius Cross soon become formerly known as Lucius Cross. The aforementioned name was nothing more than a name given to the man when he had a life as a human. However during his rise to fame in Hueco Mundo, such a name was discarded. The man was a Jackal now, a gambler of epic proportions. He was now Wolfgang Jakkalera, nickname the Jackal or Gangz, considering he was the leader of his band of Hollow brethren. Wolfgang however felt that he and his band may be better off as part of a much stronger group. And so his curiosity took him to the great castle within Hueco Mundo. There he would have a new beginning as an Espada. And if none of this worked out, the man would simply remain as a roamer of the deserts. But as luck would have it. The organization consisting of the Espada wasn't totally a dud. Since upon arriving there Wolfgang met a most intriguing fellow. A man who had claimed the seat or rank of Primera Espada. One such person was Bardo Rebellion. Never mind the name Bardo, it was the Rebellion aspect to it, that made Wolfgang want to stick around and see that would happen. After all, Bardo was an old friend, but at the time that Wolfgang had met him. The little monster didn't go by said name. He was simply known as the stalker of shadows. Other hollows would often tell fables of the man, which was most amusing to say the least. As such when Bardo openly invited Wolfgang, he had little choice but to accept.
Besides, Wolfgang had aspirations of furthering his work in the field of science. And being part of the Espada organization may well help the man with this. There was structure and that may prove to be vital. And so here we are at present as the man begin another chapter of his life.
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General Skills
- Durability: Expert(4)
- General Speed: Master(7)
- Strength: Dangerous(5)
- Weapon Skill: Skilled(6)
Will Skills
- Willpower/Determination: Proficient
- Mental Deduction: Advanced
- Pain Endurance: Trained
- Focus: Average
Racial Skills
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OLD RP POST
Wolfgang, made his return to Las Noches, not bothering to take a detour as Talukra did. The Jackal was now in the second highest of towers within Las Noches. Only the King's tower being higher than that of the Sombra Espada. The Segunda Espada managed to procure a little specimen for experimentation. Wolfgang however felt that they could have done a lot more. And perhaps he should have done. The trip to Karakura Town did not turn out the way he had expected to. That in itself proved to be a problem for the Espada. Wolfgang was always certain of his plans working in his favor. And although his mission wasn't a complete failure, he still didn't feel satisfied with the results. Capturing a lowly Shinigami was more of a consolation prize than anything. Was it even worth it? Wolfgang had even managed to spar for against an upcoming Vizard for a single minute. Not even that spar was enough to entice him, or satisfy his hunger for knowledge and absolution. Wolfgang found the situation to be truly perplexing. When did the Soul Society become so unreliable? Tsukio Nazora, the lady of the house, and the Captain Commander, wasn't the type to let a bunch of Arrancar roam free in Karakura town, much less cause any trouble at all. Just how much has the Soul Society changed since the age of the Jackal? Was it even worth pondering about? Wolfgang was now more curious than ever, and to be honest, he wanted answers. Now would be a good time to send in some spies. The Shinigami that was captured would be perfect for that. Observing the Soul Society and gathering information through her.
Wolfgang for the most part was in his quarters, a room with while tiles on the ground. These tiles were clean, and hardly gathered dust or sand, since the permitted cleaners were quite effective when cleaning. The room itself has four columns, one in each corner. And on each column, there were drawings and designs in a mixture of different colors. The drawings and designs depicted War, and most of all the confusion brought by it. The columns in sequence, depicted the rise of one particular Hollow, showing his life with his coming from nothing to be something truly special. This Hollow was quite the enigma, much like the Jackal himself. Many in the presence of the Jackal often made mentioned to the pictures, and the relations to the Jackal. Sitting down in north corner of the room, Wolfgang sat upon a rather comfortable chair. In this room a table took its place in the middle. Going back a little, as one enters the room the walls would be noticeable. These walls were all linked to the columns, and they too had paintings on them. This ensured that the story could be told in detail. All Wolfgang had to do was directly point to the paintings on the wall. By doing so, the man could tell the story behind each and every one of them. Even the most insignificant of details, was of the utmost importance. Every picture played a vital role in the telling of the story. From where the Jackal was sitting, a door was to his right, and this door lead to his chambers. The very chambers where his best was now located. Such a bed was fit for a man of the Jackal's stature, it was rather big in terms of size. And according to him, it was most comfortable to say the least.
There he was sitting with his right hand resting on the right arm of the chair. The Jackal was slouching in his seat, obviously deep in thought. The light in the room was dim, not revealing his face too much. If anything it cast a shadow over his face. This effectively created a rather grim atmosphere, a place fit for a demon. The teal colored eyes of the Arrancar lit up in the room, and from his little corner. The Arrancar laid his eyes upon a bottle that was set upon his table. The bottle contained a certain alcoholic beverage. Rising from his feet, like a possessed person rising. The Jackal took several strides towards the bottle, now noticing that it wasn't the only bottle there. Two more bottles stood on this table, and for all intents and purpose, Wolfgang took the closest one. In no time at all, the man return to his seated position, before indulging himself in the alcoholic beverage. Wolfgang took two hefty gulps of the beverage, before going for an intermission. Looking around the area, Wolfgang noticed that his Fraccion, Luna Flores was mission. There was also another person missing, then again, another man and a rather troublesome woman playing the part of a Zanapakuto spirit. Amagiri Togusa and the fabled Saika. Wolfgang now had a grin on his face, his mind sharp. Feeling along the arm of he chair, the man soon pulled out the fangs of a deceased Hollow. Wolfgang began playing with the fangs of a fallen comrade, one that was long enough for a dagger. "I ought to have a chat with his grace. I hope good ol Niiro knows what he's derin. Then again, I do have some plans of my own, those that may be slower, but could still work to our advantage".
It was now settled. The Espada needed to find a more quite and easy way to communicate with each other. The Soul Society has Hell Butterflies as a means of basic communication. Wolfgang along with his fellow Sombra Espada, may have to figure out an efficient way of communicating over long distances. The Jackal's Reiatsu levels soon sky rocketed, now a rather obvious sign that he was seeking some attention. The Jackal allowed his overwhelming spiritual pressure to flow out a little. The Reiatsu emitting from the man was truly abyssal, so much so that the table and other chairs shook, vibrating as they began moving from their previous position. Niiro needed to get back, and as soon as possible too.
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