Doyle - Done

Name: Oscuridad Doyle

Age: 2000+ Years

Gender: Male

Appearance: How can one describe darkness itself? One can describe it as beautiful menacing Possibly even cold Doyal is all these things. Known as the “kings Darkness” is not a title that can be gained by just having the title of Lord Of Heco Mundo, with a skin tone so dark it looks as if he is made up of darkness itself he is both strikingly terrible and beautiful at the same time. The skin looks to be painted in ink only showing the color of white in his eyes or when he smiles. The ebony wraps around thick shoulders and graceful muscle.

Built like a runner Doyal is an extremely fast physically making up for his lack of Sonido? With a silent graceful lope one can say he uses a custom version of the movement, however they would be entirely wrong. The rest of his body is also extremely fit looking as if he hits the Gym every day for a good 3 hours or more. Underneath the cloth of his white hakama lay sleek muscle not bulky but not exactly that of the firmness you would find under many less built men.

Doyle’s hair is also one that is possibly the most noticeable of his features. the long ankle length hair can be shown laying behind his back like that of a thick and graceful silk, the texture is that of soft feathers much like that of a dove. Combed perfectly in place it is not seen to have a single strand broken or out of place. This is shown in battle when he twists and turns in movement. The hair also has a purpose do to its length and the only thing he wears that is darker then his skin he can use it to hide his eyes and blind into the night. Again graceful in nature the hair is both beautiful and sinister fitting in with the rest of his appearance.

The Hakama he wears is much like the hakama of the second division, cut into sections around the arms and tightened to his body like a second layer of skin. The back is none existent and in its place are 4 leather straps crossing each other in that same skin tight manner. each strap how ever has 5 holes this is due to one of his ability’s as a arrancar he developed in his younger years, the straps are exactly 3.6 centimeters around the straps themselves are as black as Doyle’s skin.

Doyle’s eyes would be the next obstacle you would need to get past to have an healthy conversation with the man, tricolored gray each shade darker then the next Doyle’s eyes are indeed one of a kind, the first ring is that of a cool winters sky this is the outer ring brushing just gently against the white of his eyes. The next inner circle is just a tad shad darker like that of a summer rain. and last but not lest would be the darkness of the eye is self before it hits the pupil, the shade of gray is like that of a storm brewing and thrashing around inside his head.

One cannot mistake Doyal as hot head by any means he both gives and take’s orders extremely well. His calm apparel gives nothing away to the strength of his being physically powerful in himself, given his size his body extorts far more strength then should be allowed able to throw. *given some effort* one of the many towers that can be found around Heco Mundo. This however is mostly a useless skill to Doyal who prefers silent kills more so then that of brutal and meaninglessly destructive battle that end up harming both parties.

Around each of his wrists is a pitch black band more so then his skin it looks as if it is not there. blending into the dark flesh like that of a chameleon it serves to hide the white number printed on his skin, so no one could see his status as an ex Espada. However is viewed as an eye sore thus Doyal keeps it covered up unless he heads to important events or meetings. the bands like that of the straps on his back have holes on each 2 to be exact each on the side of his wrist as not to give away the number.

Doyle is the only arrancar without his hollow mask. Do to his past and power he did not completely revert to an empty shell. however he did loss most of his power now that his mask is completely gone many know not what to expect because his power is so off kilter, yet it is slowly climbing back but one could say his mask was like that of a neck brace segmented into 4 white bone like structures that looked to hold up the majority of his head kind of like a base. Under that was a hole that is his only trait of a hollow the only this that could set him apart from much of the shinigami.

Personality: Doyle is… for lack of beater word a detached man by no means not able to smile or laugh but that requires someone who is not afraid of him to actually talk… a rare occasion by any means Doyal is the type to sit in his room and wait for the time that he is needed some times not saying a single word for days on end. he seems to react vary well to the solitude that is fear. one can possibly venture even further to say some of the top tire Espada is or could be afraid of the black figure. not for power but for difference That is why Doyle is feared. for both his power by the young and difference in body by the old as if he had not quite become human in reverting to an arrancar.

When it comes to killing Doyle is quite good at it and enjoys it very much. one cannot live in a world of blood for nearly two thousand years without liking what he does though some time’s it does pull at his conciseness. however it is an unimportant pull that is brushed aside in the heat of the moment. rarely do these thoughts ever get dragged back up as Doyle does not sleep at all so even if they were to show themselves in a dream it would be impossible for the man to ever see them again.

Doyle rarely uses any name sakes such as san or sama this is partly due to the fact that no one is ever that close to him or is willing to get close to him this often causing fights or unwanted chats about respect though most of these chats are from the Arrancar below him. ironically the effect is lessened when they tend to shake when scolding the non responsive Doyle who by then would find a point on a wall and stare at it as they spoke to themselves. so much is this habits that verbal scolding even by the Espada of higher rank is no longer effective.

Most do not know it but do to the fact that he is one of the Oldest if not The oldest Espada of the current order his restraint ascends Saint hood. coming from the 2000 year practice of limiting himself in all fields of emotion Doyle would be considered incapable of standard emotion such as hate, anger, and though he has never experienced it one could venture in saying he is devoid of the feelings known as love. as well this is a leading cause of eeriness when around the man privately.

History: The womb dark and cramped suffocating such a disgusting place is the human body that one needs to grow strong feeding off another’s life. and if that life was indicate then they would die some time’s taking the child with them. back then that was more frequent then any could imagine plague disease sickness in all its forms ran across the middle of what is now called Japan. even when they had the best scientist’s in the world they were nothing but a pathetic species just like the rest of the human .

People forget before there was life there was darkness. before there was anything there was an endless vast nothingness known as darkness. the world was born of darkness and the darkness’s needed nothing and it wanted nothing. darkness was once the ruler but humans had classified it as evil why? Because it was unknown one could loss themselves in the bliss of known as the dark. some say the midnight child was born that way some say a lot of things about Doyle.

Born on a winter’s night the boy was like darkness incarnate. his young skin more paled out by the lack of sun but within a night he was so dark that he blended in with the small house that was his home. his mother was like so many and had died there just as pathetic as she lived. his father we who took care of him if you could call that being taken care of someone for years. he had taken his leave in the morning and staying out until there was nothing but darkness. something Doyle did not know as nightfall back then he just distinguished one as darkness or light.

He was four when his father passed away laboring had taken its toll on the man’s body over the years breaking it down but something told many of the nearby villages that it was Doyle’s fault. that the boy did it. and most likely that was the reason who was Doyle to argue with facts by the time the man died he had fallen off the wagon rambling on into the late hours of the night about places, people, and things of unimportance. It all seemed to just be a thing of the past. a month before he had died Doyle had noted he had stopped eating as well. one could say that was when Doyle found out that the human race was too fragile to pathetic.

The year’s dragged by slowly carving him into a quite cynical man with little to no social life. it fit his solitary personality nicely though somewhat completely unwelcome. all human’s wished to be touched spoken too but Doyle had none of that the people shied away from him. that was just how it was he had grown if not welcomed to it. at least used to such discomforts becoming an enigma in the face of human society. he had never known if it were his skin his eyes his personality but it soon began to get tiresome and he lost track of time not caring what anyone thought.

That was until one day at work a man appeared old and decrepit his long white beard like that of a whip a massive Cain carved from what looked to be an old tree. and then the monsters came they quickly over took Doyle his sense’s becoming distorted and completely misshapen not knowing what was happening all he knew was the flame’s and then a empty darkness the moon and endless white sand’s. tree’s made of crystal and finally black skin… his skin.

That was the day everything changed that was the day his life ended and began that was the day he lost his heart and became something so much more than human. driven by instinct he began to feed eating cannibalized by this darker side of life. his power quickly over whelming hundreds, within the first week then thousands, then hundreds of thousands. by his hundredth year he had achieved a state of calm recognition of sense an adjucas state was upon him.

His hunger and fear both grew with such an extreme ferociousness. it was as if he had not gained that sense something like the primal desire to grow stronger far above that of any in his race. it was a sense many Vasto Lorde once had before they changed into what they were and are now. his body was humanish even at that state. he held hands and feet the gaping hole in his throat was all that there was symbolizing he himself was not nor ever would be human once more. That thoughts never did pass threw his mind though. he did not envy such pathetic creatures maybe it was due to his past life the feelings that laid dormant that drove him he did not know but whatever it was it helped.

Days went past months dragged by then years soon he lost track of time growing far too old to care. 30 years was nothing more than a week in his eyes. it was as if time stood still as he ate, and ate, and ate. ascending the throne of Vasto Lorde his skin the color of nightfall he became known as nothing but darkness. not even given thought to his true name he was simply Darkness a nickname that many of his own kind came to know him by.

However the pressing fear of his power soon grew apparent by many there soon became a plot to maim the darkness… it had succeeded as well. his mask severed from his face took away the mass of power that once was the darkness that eats all things. he was nothing but a lowly arrancar whose powers were a shell of his former self like that of water crushing down on the sand’s of time. this is where the story of Doyle began and ends and begins again.

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