TryOut: Methias; Hiei [APPROVED]

[Ravilin]

Try-out Role-Player: Hiei
Try-out Character's Name: Methias
Try-out Character's Race: Arrancar

[Methias]

A horrific growling noise could be heard through the very walls of Las Noches, as the newest addition to the Espada prowled through the marble halls. Walking on all fours, the white haired, wolf-like Espada truly manifested the insanity that lied within his mind. Scraping his metal claw upon the ground, a screech joined in with the now many musical notes that filled Las Noches with noise. Scratching the ground as he continued down the halls, his ruby colored eye's fixated on the ceiling, somewhat oblivious to the world around him.

His clothing could be seen to be loose, a little too loose. The only thing keeping his trousers on was the black belt that tightened around his waist. The clothing on his upper body covered all but his arms, even his neck being hidden by his neckbrace. On his right shoulder blade, a number that was hidden from sight. Although it marked his ranking within the Espada, Methias didn't care for rank, only living for the chance to see those around him suffer.

Truth be told, Methias was lost. He had only been in the grand palace for a mere week, and still hadn't got aquanted with the magnificient place. This didn't bother him, however. He just wanted to find something to do. Boredom, such a terrible thing. He truly longed for a chance to destroy someone's very mind. Unlike most of his kind, who enjoyed causing death to whomever stood in their way, Methias delighted in causing a fate worse than death. Eternal madness. To see someone fearing for their very life, all the while slowly becoming nothing more than a vegetable bought about more pleasure than a swift death ever could. Most of his victims ended their own life, much more satisfying.

His feet eventually led him to a whole new place. A huge, grand room. Several seats could be seen in plain view, ten in fact. Methias had a seat on this table, the lowest ranking, but still there. His eye's glanced across each and every seat, firstly thinking it was empty, before noticing another in the room, sitting on the grandest seat in all of Las Noches. The leaders throne. Even within the marble palace, with walls reaching up as high as the eye can see, this throne was something else. Grand. Considerably greater than anything else within Las Noches, which was a feat of its own. Climbing upon it, Methias' feet swung in the air. He wasn't that small, but the throne was that big.

Grunting, he gazed upon the large wall across from him. He wasn't a fan of all this white. As the thought entered his mind, the walls themselves came crashing down. Almost as if they were melting. Turning into a bloody red as it did. Before long, Methias was sat upon his throne in a sea of blood. He was the king. His delusional world had taken over yet again.

[Ravilin]

Constantine sat atop his rather large, ornate throne. Even in the grandness of this Hall, his seat exemplified his true power, his true dominance. The Lord of Hueco Mundo was leaned to his right, his arm curled and palm acting as a surface for his resting head. His fingers were entrenched within his dirty-blonde, long, curly hair. His brows were aloof and his eyes half shut, providing the God with a disposition not fitting for a being with so much influence, so much power. His left foot lay atop his right knee, the blood within it thinning and beginning to numb. But all that didn't matter, for he had felt a presence near. Methias, self-proclaimed King, had walked into the God's Domain.

An interesting creature, to say the least. Constantine had seen in this being a potential unrivaled. And to say the least, he was not disappointed. Methias had proven to be of invaluable use, a grand ally...but an even better puppet. As the creature entered the Espada's Hall, Constantine's eyes peered directly at the beast's visage. Crude and unwelcoming, pure madness it embodied. The Lord of Hueco Mundo smiles, but not any ordinary smile. The sides of his gape rise to abnormal levels, almost beyond anatomical plausibility. His eyes close and re-open slowly yet halt just half way open. His dark, almost black pupils glare at the newly arrived Espada. He saw Methias in the creature's true form. In the form of pure Reiryoku. He could see, he could smell...he could sense Methias's true desires. Constantine blinks once more.

Unmoving, Constantine finally speaks. "Methias, your presence is always comforting." He pauses for a brief moment, his expression remaining blank. "Why have you come before me?"

[Methias]

He heard speech. Speech from something he had not noticed when coming in. A speech that awoke him from his delusions. Baring his teeth, his lips curled into a snarl, he glanced over the being that was now sitting in his chair. Their beloved leader, Constantine. He knew he was being manipulated by this man. He knew he would likely be one he would sacrifice for his ideals. But did he care? Not at all. His intentions were so impure that even a toddler would have been able to tell. He wanted to be the strongest. The deadliest Arrancar who ever lived. And the man before him would be the vessel that boosted him to such a place.

His snarl quickly turned into a bone chilling roar. In a flash, his right knee collided with the chin of the so called 'god'. Shattering the back of the throne in the process. While the room was grand, it covered the floor with the darkest of shadows. A fitting place to end this all. From the collision, Methias found himself being flung backwards. He hadn't felt the impact, but the fact he was flying away at a high speed kind of gave him the hint he needed. Stabbing his claw straight through the marble table he quickly came to a halt. That marble was everywhere in this place. Whoever designed it must have been a mentalist, at least that's what this creatures mind made out of it.

Looking up, Constantine still sat in his chair. As proud as ever. A glare peering out from his half closed eye's, the black pupils indicating his power and, perhaps, malevolence. As Methias jumped from the table, he grabbed hold of one of the chairs and ripped it from the floor. Tossing it at his leader. The chair shattering as it collided with him. From the resulting crash, this wolf-like Arrancar made his attack. As it smashed, he appeared where it was and slammed an uppercut to Constantine's neck. Immediately piercing through his flesh. Blood tricking down the claw which penetrated his target.

Blood. As it dripped down to the floor, the marble began to ripple. As if it was water. The blood had returned, this time wrapping around Constantine. It appeared his attack wasn't enough to kill him. A shame. For him. A smirk growing upon his face, he ran his claw down his own face. Ripping into his cheek. The walls of Las Noches exploded outwards, the blood pouring onto the sands of the Heuco Mundo desert. And with the marble of Las Noches fading from the world, it reformed into a giant statue. A statue in Methias' image.

"Methias, your presence is always comforting." A voice spoke once more. After a brief pause, he heard something else while ripping Constantine's limbs from his body. "Why have you come before me?" With a flash, he stood before Constantine once more. The shocking amount of white almost burning his eyes. Blinking, he simply looked at his leader with the most blank of expressions. His shoulders rose in a shrug, accompanied by a grunt. A simple gesture which meant one thing. 'I dunno'.

After shrugging, he simply looked at Constantine for a little while longer. Before long, however, he found something far more interesting. A lizard-like Hollow had somehow made their way into Las Noches. Pressing his hand into the ground, he made his way towards it with an almost unhealthy interest in the creature. Fun. Fun. Fun.

[Ravilin]

Try-out Profile Evaluation Section - Sub-Total: 16/18

• General -Total: 6/6
  
• Thoroughness - 2/2
  
• Organization - 2/2
  
• Cleanliness - 2/2
  
  
• Character - Total: 5/6
  
• Originality and creativity - 2/3
  
• Character depth - 3/3
  
  
• Resurrecion - Total: 5/6
  
• Originality and creativity - 2/3
  
• Resurrecion depth - 3/3

Try-out Post Evaluation Section - Sub-Total: 28/32

• Creativity - Total: 8/9
  
• Setting - 2/3
  
• Action scene - 3/3
  
• Character reaction - 3/3
  
  
• Grammar and Sentence Structure - Total: 8/8
  
• Punctuation - 2/2
  
• Sentence structure - 2/2
  
• Readability - 4/4
  
  
• Storytelling Ability - Total: 2/2
  
  
• Flow and Overall Structure - Total: 4/4
  
• Post flow - 2/2
  
• Post organization - 2/2
  
  
• General Detail - Total: 7/9
  
• Setting detail - 1/3
  
• Character action detail - 3/3
  
• Character interaction detail and integrity - 2/3

Bonus point (Helping to improve Statistic System): 1

Total: 45/50

Ranked: Supreme
[45 - 50 stat points]

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