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Coyote Starrk ([personal profile] loneliestnumber) wrote in [personal profile] these_balls 2012-11-08 07:35 pm (UTC)

Coyote Starrk | Bleach | Reserved 2/2

Personality:
When compared to the other Espada in Aizen's army, Starrk is nowhere near as violent--in fact, he's just downright lazy, opting to spend a good chunk of his free time sleeping to the point where only his fracción Lilynette tries to keep him from slacking off. Despite this however, he does have his serious moments, albeit it comes off as reluctant. Even as the 1st Espada, he's reluctant to take on a leadership role, instead opting for Baraggan to take command over everything in the Fake Karakura town, giving the illusion that he really doesn't give a damn. This is also shown when the 9th Espada, Aaroniero Arruruerie, is killed by Rukia. Whereas Lilynette questions him as to whether it was 'all right' that he was killed, Starrk simply asks her what she expects him to do about it.

This attitude seems to be enforced later on as well, as when Barragan and Harribel are faced with the bankais of their respective opponents, Starrk simply questions Shunsui if other bankais are on the same level. Later on, the carefree attitude was cast aside when Barragan was killed, completely drained of whatever motivation he had left to fight when even Aizen himself spared no word for the 2nd Espada's death. When Lilynette starts to argue with him, Starrk instead states that "Someone'll die whether I fight or not," prompting Lilynette to berate him further and states that if he's 'sick of losing friends, then stand up and do something about it,' revealing a crucial part of him which even ties into his own aspect of death;

Solitude.

Before Starrk had joined Aizen's army, he attempted to live among the other hollows in Hueco Mundo, only they ended up dying and losign their souls just by being around him. Over time, this caused him to begin envying the weak and how they would travel together in a pack, so in order to put an end to this loneliness, he ended up splitting his soul in two. Because of this, he nor Lilynette know who came first. In the event that he couldn't weaken himself, his other option would have been finding someone as strong as him--then Aizen came along. After questioning whether Aizen's friends were strong and being told to 'find out for himself', Starrk decided to join him.

When it comes to actual fighting, Starrk states that he's 'not really cut out for it', and even goes as far as to admit that he'd often pretend to fight while everyone else would carry on. He even goes as far as to admit that he and Shunsui were 'similar', and is even somewhat opposed to the idea of actually killing someone. At one point he even states that he wasn't one for revenge, and that the primary motivation for him continuing his fight against Rose and Love was to, as mentioned above, avoid losing any other friends.

In a nutshell? Starrk is the laziest thing in the world

Strengths/Weaknesses: Try to cover the good points of what they can do, their life skills (not necessarily powers, but things they're just good at). Go into their biggest fears and what they just can’t do.

+Despite how he acts, he has an eye for detail (especially when it comes to fights)
+He can get a general idea of how someone 'works' by looking at him (such as with Shunsui)
+He's fairly sturdy even on human standards
+In the event of a fight, he can hold his own
+/-Lazy, lazy, lazy. He's the definition of lazy.
-Tendency to distance himself (considering his only friend for some time was Lilynette and the other Espada)
-He's a bit reluctant as far as leadership goes

Pokémon Information
Affiliation: Team Rocket. He'll be the laziest grunt they've ever had to deal with.
Starter: Cubone, with a Houndour as the microchipped Rocket starter
Password: Scrambled Eggs!

Samples
First Person Sample:

[For a few seconds, the only thing that comes through the pokégear is the rustling of fabric as the owner fiddles with it. When it finally clicks on to video, the owner turns it over in his hands before he taps at the screen with a gloved finger. After awhile, it turns out that Starrk was attempting to use it as some sort of mirror, up until he turns it back up to his face. It's doubtful that he'd find anyone here from his world, but considering the events that occurred back home it could be likely. There was the chance that this could be some weird afterlife, but...

If that was the case, then where was she? Lilynette should have been with him.]


...Someone mind telling me where I am, exactly? [Starrk pauses to glance over at something before he rubs his forehead with the heel of his hand.] I'd rather be back home.

[Of course he knew it was pretty much impossible considering he was both a) dead, and b) human. There could be perks to this, but things wouldn't be the same.]

I'm also looking for someone. Lilynette--If anyone has seen her around, tell her that Starrk called for her.

Third Person Sample: With one issue out of the way, Starrk dropped the pokégear onto the bed and quickly followed suit, turning over to face the door and his newest roommate.

While it looked like a Hollow, he knew that it was anything but. For one, it lacked the tell-tale hole in the center of its chest. Second, it wasn't behaving like one. It only stared back at the former Primera with curiosity, even going as far as to mimic him whenever he moved around.

"...What about you?" Not even ten minutes in this new world and Starrk felt the familiar wave of loneliness begin to wash over him. He lifted a hand to his sternum where a hole once rested, fingertips poking and prodding at the skin. He was human.

He was weak, but Lilynette wasn't anywhere to be found.

For whatever reason, the not-Hollow decided his actions were interesting enough to waddle over to the bed and jump once, signifying it wanted up to inspect the man. Reluctantly, Starrk reached over to pick it up and was quickly greeted by a bone club prodding the side of his face. Normally he'd protest the disturbance when he wanted to rest. Normally. This time, he didn't turn away; he only moved enough to place his hand on top of the Cubone's head. He received a playful 'Cu' in return as Starrk dropped his head back onto the pillow. He barely skimmed the note before he started to fiddle with the pokégear, but he got the gist of it. There were other things he'd have to check out, namely the red and white ball and the contents of the backpack, but he'd do that after he took a nap.

"...Guess we're part of the same team now. I'll name you later, alright? I'm Starrk."

Just what did this Team Rocket want with him, anyway? They would've had better luck picking someone else.

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