Ocean Spray[Bountō]

Name: Cocaine.

Nickname: The Haitian.

Age: 6900.

Gender: Manly Man.

Personality:
That the world is a game is an excuse used by more than one soul to explain away precisely -why- they find the ideas of mundane thought to be alternately boring and hysterical, but it is again applied to Cocaine. Take a mind gifted with a proper intellect and give it room to grow, and then introduce to it the lure that all of reality could be understood and controlled-one only had to study it from the proper angle. This mind would belong to a young boy born in the shadow of the towers of others. The key? Water.

Cocaine possesses just enough intellect to see past the games of breakfast, lunch and bed, and not quite enough to know that buckling down and working to control the world was a far safer venue that setting yourself up as a demonic lord. But to hear it from him, the latter itself would be foolishness; there are far greater prizes to be won than kingdoms or even gods. Cocaine has an ambition which burns inside him to possess reality itself, and to those ends there is nothing sacred. All those who would cling to the practice of gaining traditional power or worshiping deities who seem so weak on their own thrones are considered lacking in ambition by the Bount, who tends to see rules and restrictions as challenges for growth. The concepts of dark arts are laughable for Cocaine, who sees no such thing as good or evil. Morality, in his eyes, is set down by the gods to be followed by quaking mortal sheep, and if you need not obey them then why should you abstain? For this reason, it is quite simple for the man to perform deeds which could be considered perversions of nature or of justice-why bother stopping? Who was going to catch you? The Shinigami? Well, if you were weak enough or shortsighted enough to be stopped by a -Soul Reaper-, then you deserved your fate.

Understandably, Cocaine thinks of the divine as being nothing more than overgrown humans who have power that they should keep better watch over lest it be taken from them. There is no reason in his eyes as to why a human cannot attain that level, particularly not when the gods pluck away souls and then bind them to their wants.

By the same token, Cocaine suffers from feeling as if there are no absolutes in the world. He occasionally tires of his own games, knowing by his own logic that reality is only what he is reaching for, and if he should put his side of the playing pieces down then there are no stories of justice or morals to rally him back. He is far too proud to resort to giving into such illusions, however,

What do you do when you see the seams of the world and also see just how frail they truly are? When you can shake out the game of mortal lives and bind it to your own ambition to give it its only worth, what rule is there to command you when the nights are quiet and the rewards not as bright as they had once seemed to be?

You entertain yourself. Cocaine has no intentions yet of giving into the same despair which his own logics have brought him to, and if his laughter is a little too wild and a little too out of control-forgive him, he's only having a long day.

Cocaine also has a noted lack of patience, expecting other people to at least be enrolled in whichever task they claim to be intent on. Those who will not either admit to having no interest or no purpose in being involved with a subject are only wastes of time. When the necromancer has a more relaxed schedule, he does not mind being diverted, but when he is fixed upon a task he demands for it to be completed and to the flames can be resigned any who do not intend to help or get out of his way. Because of this, many can be put off by Cocaine's mannerisms, which swing from utterly playful to ruthlessly in demand for them to perform appropriately. His life in a complete disarray he follows his own.

The Bount also enjoys amused whining and being utterly off-balance in his approach to others. At heart, he knows that he would rather be seen in thrall to a baker's cart than actually resist fulfilling one of his plans due to mere complaints, but it's far too entertaining to watch other people react. For a man with such a sense of pride, he gives up a surprising amount in just how silly he can get-incomprehensible to all save those who see just how sensitive he can get when his intellectual capacities, the true root of his vanity, are mocked and assumed lacking.


Physical Appearance:



Cocaine stands at depicted height, but makes up for it in sheer bearing alone. His face is too rounded about the chin to have the classical and dangerously sharp features, although he remedies this by the clipping of his pale hair to a decent chin length. His white mask gives much suspicion to strangers as to why he would actually wear this mask. Cocaine looks as if he has something to hide, though much people would not know. Close enough such an assumption may be, but the expression in Cocaine's eyes in one, which few would match to a normal bookworm. If it were not for the fact that he laughs so much (or possibly even despite) it one could imagine him to be enraged by how intense his gaze can be once attracted to a subject, and by just how much it demands to be granted anything and everything on the spot.

Bio:
Cocaine was born in a family of 12. The point of consistency his parents had planned made names unimportant, given the name Seven he was set off to live while his parents did what they do. Being homeschooled with his other siblings, He happened to make a friend with number 4, being five years underneath his own age at the time. Growing up to break from the pack of the similarities and indifference all the siblings shared Cocaine led to become the leader of a neighboring town at age 23. Eight months later, he was sent a letter from his parents. Cocaine was in dissary, he thought he had broken off all ties from them never wanting them to be in his life. He ignored the letters as they continue to swarm him. Eventually a letter from number 5 came to him and he reconsidered.

Visiting the home of his parent he scowled, spitting on the ground in the loath he possessed. getting tired of waiting on the doorstep Cocaine kicked down the door and took a look inside to find mommy and daddy dearest. The stench coming from down below caught his attention and decided to play with his nose as he curled it up with disgust. Heading down he saw bodies on the floor around him stabbed with multiple wounds as he saw a few still breathing. Bending down to see who he was, Cocaine herd a deep rumbling noise. Looking over to the right he saw his parents over a a heart like shape. Inside this shape on the floor he saw some kanji characters of the Japanese of the Japanese. Cocaine read it slowly fearing what was happened. 'So...aku...do'. A bright light came from the circle as a demon emerged hastily as if he hasn't seen the light in so long. Grabbing cocaine's parents quickly he devoured them as their blood rained in the room. Quickly looking over at Cocaine. Cocaine began to shiver as his legs became locked with fear. In flash the man next to him slightly breathing was gone, into the creatures mouth. The Demon then lunged for Cocaine as his hands ran claws down his back Cocaine soon passed out. Waking up in uncharted waters. Cocaine found himself in the middle of nowhere, on water. Quickly taking a drink of the water he found it salted realizing it was the ocean. he tried to sit up founding that his back hurt like hell, a voice mused inside his head. Telling him of what has happened and what will happen from now on. Cocaine's life changed form this point on. They fused.

The bell had tolled at the highlight of death finally, the bell ringing through his mind loudly, Cocaine wondered where they were, whoever they were. He soon sensed their tremendous reiatsu coming his way, he knew they would be tough to beat, wondering what they wanted of him. The reiatsu getting closer to him, he had his doll still ready to pull out at any time. A voice could be heard as they grew closer and closer to him. "So, the criminal Cocaine, one of the stronger Ryoka, yet at this point was still a nobody.", he said speaking highly of him Cocaine wanted to know why they wanted him, how they knew so much of him as well. Another voice spoke to him, "We have no will to fight you, but to make a proposition for you and see if you would like to join us", a smile could be seen coming from him, the mysterious person.

"Proposition?", he asked questionably, getting the gut feeling he should high tail it out of there, but he was too curious to run at this point even though being surrounded by numerous high reiatsu. He knew that they didn't know about his cloak as it was so new, and if they did. They must've been spying on him, he was becoming paranoid now. Cocaine's movement were becoming evasive a bit, trying not to make it too obvious. His Doll was already beginning to materialize, ready to fight as the voices began to speak to him once more, his expression on his face becoming more serious now. "Yes, we are what you would call Bountou. A special soul capable of summoning ‘Dolls’-", they spoke being abruptly interrupted by Cocaine's gasped in astonishment. He knew he was in trouble now hanging around a crowd like this, it was time to try and come out of there, he didn't want to stay here anymore.

The next thing you knew, he was trying to summon his doll without a word, he wanted out, anyone or anything to do with doll’s or their powers weren't something he wanted to deal with at all. They quickly caught onto him trying to escape, three Bounts quickly holding him down, as they smirked, the obvious leader beginning to smirk at this point. "We tried to reason with you, but it seems you won't have anything to do with us. We will have you to add to our power, your ideals are very useful.” he said as a plethora of nearby souls, both plus and minus, was absorbed in an instant by one of the Bount. Cocaine was about to witness something he'd never seen in his life, the power from the souls being extracted. Not only that, they were somehow storing it inside of Cocaine, the abundance of reiatsu quickly, forcing it's way inside of the Bount, he watched in silence. It was no use with the other Bount holding him down, there was no use fighting it. The horror making him giggle slightly. The Bountou had nothing left to do with him; they left him there in a daze.

He woke up, apparently early in the morning it seemed, in a daze. Confused on what had happened, rubbing his head, the last thing he remembered is what the Bount had forced him to absorb a minus soul. What did they do to him in fact? Why did they want him this badly? All he knew to do was to go get scanned, to see if he could reverse what they did to him, whatever it was. Upon waking up, he walked around Karakura gathering his thoughts on everything he witnessed that night and everything they had said to him. Part of him wished he would have listened and at least gained more information, but part of him knew it was right to try to get out of their before he dug in too deep. If he did, the Gotei could very well dispatch their whole team against him, something he would not have at any cost. His memory was faint and vivid, though walking around helped clear his head. He slowly regained full memory, until it had become like a picture in his head, the events so real, it would feel as if it were happening that very instant. All he could do is report back to headquarters and see what was going on.

His first experience with Bounts, some had better days of course. He had wondered how a human could get such foul power or even why. Why would someone want to ruin their pureness? He didn't care anymore, he wanted to blank that day out forever, but it was next to impossible. Slowly walking towards his hostel, he was going to make his return home. Not long after, he emerged a ditch, he knew he was almost there. Happy at this point, he needed to know a few things. "I need to go to fuse with my doll to see what's going on, something has happened to me. I have no idea...", he said knowing full well they could have made him one of them. The gate being opened for him yet again, the rampant souls around him could sense a change inside of him, he knew they did by the way they acted and began to sneak looks at him. They were curious as to find out, but since he was a captain, it was best to just leave him be and not ask any question.

Days have passed with no sign of change inside of himself, he was just like a normal Bount of the Kagaimino City, but it was still time for his check-up. The doll had finally accepted him into his own innate soul for observation and internal experimenting. Hours had passed, many scans of many areas were going on, they could find nothing wrong with him really, except the abundant reiatsu manifesting inside of him, sitting their idly. The last scan of the day, would be the table turner. Cocaine's worst thought about this had come true. The sensed his fused form, it was forming and feeding off of the extra reiatsu inside of him, growing steadily large. It would soon become a part of him and give him a whole new side. It was sad, it was inevitable as of yet. All Cocaine would have to do is hold out until the experiments they did gave any results back. The day had ended, all their scans and test had come out positive for what the Bount had done to him, he finally figured out the problem with Cocaine. Now to get the solution, would they get it in time for Cocaine? What was going to happen to him? Cocaine coveted all types of information from them, their identities he meant. The Bountou were obvious, but their personal identity was yet unknown to him. These questions kept popping up in his head, at night time, reoccurring nightmares were the worst for him. His mind never seemed to rest and kept going even when he slept, was he slowly going insane. The nightmares of the Bountou awakening him in a sweat, he knew he needed some help and fast. He could sense the doll inside of him growing. He hated that side of him and loathed it. The past days didn't get any better at all, he knew this was all just to get worse.

In the day, he would feel so distracted. Not able to focus on anything but what was going on inside of his mind, sometimes he just wanted to knock out completely for a few hours. He was going to enjoy himself for a raid that they thought he could handle at the moment with his mind going ninety miles and hour, were they right or wrong? He asked himself, as he sighed. He was to finally slay a few hollows inside of Karakura Town. He gathered his reiatsu as plentiful as he needed, as he thought he was prepared, setting out. It would seem that the amount of hollow reiatsu was over the top too much, way too much. It was time to try and focus, he needed to get to his job as a Bout. Some of them were menos level at most, a lot of them regular hollows, this should be no problem for a mercenary. His usual eagerness wasn't behind his attacks anymore as he slashed around, his movements not as fast. His mind was holding him back. He was doing all fine until a menos began to crawl up on him, as one cut him, Cocaine laid somewhat blankly with a wound. He thought about the point of battling, as this was merely his food.

At this point, his doll didn't take too well to this as he kicked in, his psycho side being shown, but not by him, but by his Doll reiatsu mask that he had dwelled inside him. His instincts and power returning to him as his Fused State really didn't care to think, just attack blindly as his abilities pierced the foes almost too easy, as he finished them off, the other souls staring at him in amazement. The Bount side would soon try to go after them as well is what Cocaine didn't know. Cocaine knew when he got the idea as their minds knew what the other was thinking. Using what will power he had, he began to separate himself from the doll, in an attempt to regain his sanity. What was that strange power and side that he had obtained? Could it be the effects of what the Bount did to him? The strange energy taking control, he only knew to cut it off of him when needed, would it take over? He sighed, he wanted all the answers now and to be cured. This began to happen more and more on raids as he got more distracted and more spaced out. What would come first? The days went on and on, as his doll began to take over him. More and more, his stubborn nature and will power decreased every day, every minute and second. Every time his Bount took over, it took over for a longer time each time he tried to break loose. How long was it going to take till all of his will power had been drained and he became a doll himself. Was the extra power worth his mentality being taken? He refused to let anyone or anything let him believe this nonsense. Losing this would mean losing all he is and becoming an empty shell. Though, his will weakening, he started to believe. Whether he liked it or not, it was going to be a done deal, or he could learn to control the doll and become a proper Bountou. No, he would die without conscious of it. Either way the doll would kill him, gnawing out his power and consuming him from the inside out.

Cocaine was usually the person he used as a self-experiment. Keeping him in a caged cell like a common scrub, he saw many others in other cells as he stayed there. He knew this was for his own good, but it became a hassle at times when hollows got to him. How much longer was it going to take? He hated being contained, he was unbelievably unstable. Possibly going to become a mindless force, he hated the reality he lived in as he had so many hardships. Every now and then he built devices, trying many reiatsu absorbing methods. It seemed the closest was the domes, but it only absorbed his own reiatsu, what was the problem?

Every day was the same for him. Locked in a cage, eating the meals he summoned for himself, and occasionally let out to go on a raid here or there. At times they used his powers to his best since he couldn't control him, he could still go insane and kill himself uncontrollably, but being around himself to be a victim was a hazard. So, if any at all went with him, they were ordered to evacuate the area in this state, as they would most likely be killed. And any stupid enough to try and stay wouldn't escape after all, he was very sadistic. Also not knowing this, eventually having wanted poster in the Soul Society because of his constant raids.

The day had finally came, but he didn't know what events were to take place, as he sat in his cage a bit depressed, his will had been broken for the most part. It had been months and months since the fusion episode had begun, he refused to do what they did at all, he despised what they did to him and what they wanted him to be against his will. His fusion form taking over while he was inside of his cell again this time, it seemed to be much stronger than ever, his own self being dominated and he couldn't force himself to move one bit. What happens next was up to instinct, Cocaine was no longer a simply soul, he was a monster Bount with a human facade. All intelligence lost, just pure instinct to go on. What was going to become of him? The transformation had finally began and this was the end so it seemed.

As his rampage on Soul Society continued, he was relentless and showed no sign of giving up or leaving anyone alive. There was only one choice, they tried their best but they had to kill Cocaine no matter the cost or Cocaine would end the Gotei. So, Captains was sent to take care of the now renegade Ryoka once more, why had it come to this? The battle went on, Cocaine had his regular doll as he released it on them, at this point he was able to even his previous documented power. That smirk appeared on his face as he began to exchange blows between the captains, even for a Bount he was keeping up with them so well. In the long run Cocaine could probably win as he knew all their tactics. The battle went on, no side being determined the victor as they knew this was pointless, why was Cocaine succumbing to this?

Other captains would have nothing of this as his appearance rushed into battle, stopping their blows as he held what looked like something developed by the twelfth division. The next thing you know, he had got seated officers to help him, as they both started to cast various kido onto Cocaine enable to hold his body down. Once done, Captains simply threw a device into the air as it recreated the dome Cocaine, both halves of him knew very well in fact. The Bount thought it would have no effect. Though, fodder had found out the problem, the dome absorbs the bount gene reiatsu, as Cocaine was a Bount and now he had both of them flowing through his body. Shinigami fodder knew he had to reverse the effects to hone in on his fused reiatsu in order to absorb it out. What Cocaine didn't know is that it would work this time. As his reiatsu slowly disappeared, you could see a dark aura of reiatsu sort of evaporating into the dome. It seemed it was time for the Gotei's rather twisted side, as some would call it. They had finally discovered a way to dolls from Bount to return them to their former selves. Upon all of these sacrifices just to be one of the members of the Gotei, they decided it was time for a promotion. Showing such dedication to them was deserving of this type of movement in the Gotei. What Cocaine didn't know is that they had all his extracted reiatsu forming fused state, it was all trapped in the dome container under top security. The Captain Commander, allowed it but didn't like it too much. What could it hurt as long as Cocaine knew nothing of it after all? Cocaine was unkempt from this situation he because he had been rampaging enough, continuing murder with any part of him, knowing his unobtainable state was far from grasp upset him. The effects when it took over a Soul sure made it seem like he was a powered-up Bount. The configuration of it was different, it seemed it had to have a host to live, and could take over like a virus in a sense. But, in order for it to survive without a host was a problem, it had a limited amount of time. It seemed it was time to figure out how to get a host for it and see what they could do, the dome came to mind, and so Shinigami went to fooling with it once more.

And so days where he didn't sleep was on, and estimated time of two months inside the dome were made that his doll would survive with no host. The twelfth division captain had a lot to do with this machine on his hands. That was a plus and it would be easy to kill a doll this way and use it as a host. One problem though, how long would the body last in order for them to put in the new reiatsu? Not long, the captain guessed. So after all this thinking he used soul after soul for his experiments getting the most durable mod souls and finding which one lasted longer in the dome. At most he found one that lasted five hours. Without doll reiatsu the body would die, no organs or structure holding it up would cause a problem. What was he going to do? There was only one option and that was to get as many bodies for the experiment to take place and then once that happens, he would be able to start and test it all out. The bodies were sufficient and in place as each one was placed into the dome, each one would have to be timed perfectly. Each time they got closer and closer going through at least ten bodies. As he got closer and closer, the orchestrator wondered if it would even work, continuing until he got it perfect. The souls he used responded better as he went down the list getting more durable ones, the process almost complete with the twenty-fifth soul he used. He soon built tubes especially for this time, seeing if it would help any at all. The dome would absorb all the outside reiatsu and the tube would absorb all the reiatsu inside of him. It was smart enough to build a second one, where they'd flow through Cocaine's reiatsu into the body so he wouldn't die, but his reiatsu would change and maybe how he acted or thought would. The process had been complete, what would the changes be?

It seemed all this made him lifeless, as it thought the test and work was all for nothing as it seemed the doll was just knocked out and would soon wake up and express changes and such, or stay his old primitive self. Time went by as the doll was returned to Cocaine, waiting for days as it was unconscious. It finally woke up after four days, it exhibited no physical change, but seemed more rash and angry than before. Containing the doll with willpower, accepted the inevitability, he seemed much stronger, was Bount this much stronger than normal ones? It appeared so, Cocaine becoming expediently stronger as he broke through the dome, or else he'd be dead. He exhibited the ability to talk at such a low form of a reiatsu signal, as he swore them over and over again. It seemed they couldn't keep him contained as he broke out as they ran out of reiatsu. He didn't care to eat anyone or anything, but just to get the hell out of there and become stronger. Would his feelings and mentality evolve to even more lengths where he would understand this? He escaped without anyone trying to stop him, but let him go to see how he would turn out. He understood that this entity which comprised of himself and Soakudo, were none other than The Haitian.

When Cocaine was making his way through the pacific he was almost near death from hunger. He couldn't stand it anymore. His life reaching a near end Cocaine reached an island. Surprised by the vacancy and the large house that resided in it, Cocaine stayed here for almost a year. Hunting for his food and ordering ship packages of other things due to the catalog, the Bounto trained relentlessly day and night to strive for one thing over all else. Speed in due time a year was almost up and Cocaine was too attached to the house. Finding native locals on the island, he banded them together and they proceeded to worship him. Calling him"Sokudo". Cocaine found this very amusing until one day a man came to the island. wanting to take over the island for his own agenda, cocaine stood up to him, using Soakudo for the first time, Cocaine found thier powers to be very similar. The man had reached what he had called "bankai" Cocaine was relived, his damn staff was beating the look out of him. All hope was near until he sprouted a Shamshir. A very, very long shamshir. Cocaine's aptitude was dismantled by the sheer strength. His techniques were unorthodox and his taunting never gave up. Cocaine felt his body losing hydration and it started to shrivel up.

Cocaine wouldn't let that happen, Running straight for the ocean, the man named now revealed as SiC ran straight after him purely confident. In their ocean battle, Cocaine compressed the water around him and flattened him with over a trillion tons of water pressure. His body curled up into a ball and turned blue. Soakduo in his body seethed for him to take it and Cocaine received the man's immense speed and his attributes, tasting his first, delectable soul. Over the rest of the years training Cocaine decided to leave his island until further notice. The man named SiC taught him that there are many, many other people stronger than him out there and he planned to being his kind together. Entering Karakura town Cocaine roamed the streets, trying to bring together whatever of these so called "bounto", which he learned from Soakudo, are and how to stand above. Cocaine spent the next hundreds of his years progressing his control over his Doll, their fused entity allowed Cocaine a more smooth Control over himself as well as the animalistic cravings of the Doll. Cocaine has seen it all, his hand being played with all the major events in time, he was there when the holy crusades went rampant in the middle east. He surveyed the Tudor wars in England. The mysterious deaths; Al Capone, Julius Ceasar, Jack the Ripper, it could be said that Cocaine influence was bit more then consensual in the lo and many more to come. The bountou was there when the shingami had it's first war with the Espada, though he watched the warring races whom both fell under their power he boded his time and waited, simply to gratify the date and time of which he will show himself.



Doll:

Seal: The tattoo on Cocaine's back of the kanji So-aku-do is of which the Doll's power is bonded with The Haitian. In their semi-fusion state, Cocaine posses the ability to draw upon the doll's power itself or to fully materialize the spirit within.


Name: Soakudo.

Full Manifestation:
Face:
Soakudo's face is normal size and a feature about him, is his nose is highly sensitive and it's often moves to make it look smaller trying to close up to avoid smells. Soakudo's eyes were fairly particular in this situation. His eyes being completely white, showing no sign of an Iris. His hair is a diluted, thick black color,that puffs up into an Afro of two feet in surrounding length, which stuns many opponents due to its atrocity. Though most people think he needs to tame his hair as it has many split ends that make him look freaky. His mouth in combination as he smirks, giving him an intimidating face. His face is a dark brown due to the fact that he is Haitian, in collaboration with the rest of his upper body.

Upper Body:
His upper body is somewhat muscular. He has a big six pack on him, that isn't bulging muscle, but enough to make him have some type of strength, his arms are very long and have a very good biceps and triceps giving the slight indentation that his arms are longer than normal. With this in mind he has a very good range of attack. Though he appears to be tough, which contradicts the point that he doesn't have a mark on him. What suits don't do to the same extent they once did is reveal the wearer's background. In our sartorially egalitarian age, one doesn't need to be a blue blood or an Ivy grad to occupy the corner office or know the name of the best tailors. Although it is redundant, due to the fact that the doll can easily change his appearance.

Height & Weight:
His weight is not much compared to others and comes to about one-hundred seventy pounds. As he is a speed demon fighter, it is expected of him to be lighter so that he can move faster than others. Though sometimes, this can be a nuisance. Most of them pick on him by surprise attack for fun as his weight makes him fall easier. His height is where he really shines though at 6'9". Most that don't know him are intimidated by him being much taller than him. Only people who know him actually look at him at eye level on a friend basis, though he has the name Soakudo because of his attributes. His upper body is brown like the rest.

Lower Body:
Soakudo's lower body is longer than his upper body, and could be called long legged. Having such long leg's give him the ability to be a much faster running speed. His legs not only have a lot to do with speed, but also to do with how he attacks the opponent. He can use leg movement's to trick how they receive his movements by going the other way. His legs aren't the best built though, but are much like his upper body. His legs are also good for jumping from place to place. Other than that, not many notable features can be told here, since it is just his legs.

Base Abilitiy: From the collegiate bonding of his Doll, Cocaine has been able to correctly aligning himself with that he truly is, and the ability to understand what is it is that separates himself from others. Cocaine has an finite sense of sensing the different levels of spirits from himself. The Bount can sense others in their complete sense, being able to identity what they are, and where they exactly are.

Ability Name: Ethereal Specification.

-Ability Description:
As Cocaine draws upon the Doll in order to face opposition, he pulls the reiatsu within the Doll to materialize and control completely as he displays the mastery controlling his Doll. For this technique when he pulls the reiatsu of the Doll and draws it outside of his own reiryoku, it emerges as water. This water is able to contain itself to other materials sharing the same properties, though the magnitude of how much is under qualms with the Doll and the Bount.


Techniques:

Name:Inane Intentions.

Description: As Cocaine draws upon the Doll in order to face opposition, he pulls the reiatsu within the Doll to materialize and control completely as he displays the mastery controlling his Doll. For this technique when he pulls the reiatsu of the Doll, he can manifest the doll as a basic weapon, containing the doll's reiatsu within the weapon itself. Duly noted, the weapon manifested and the full manifestation of the doll cannot occur at the same time.

Fused State

Physical appearance: Nothing is changed, the Bount looks the same, though his persona is completely merged with his Doll.

Ability/Technique: Nothing new is granted, the Bount's regular abilities are simply augmented.

Role-Play sample: See Spoiler.

Spoiler:

Everything in the application looks great. Now, to the RP sample:

Approved for ADV-0 with 80 points. Once these points are applied to the stats of your character and checked, this application will be moved to accepted.

I am aiming for the MST-2/3 Rank as I will be creating a new organization. As well bring familiars to the site t join such. Is this application inadequate for that?

*facepalm* I forgot to keep that in mind. Usually, we don't give out MST-2 rank to any faction leaders except for the main 3 (SS, Espada, and Sins), but I can give you an MST-3, which gets 85 points.