Name: Druid AKA Jeremy Rindsler
Age: 636
Visual Age: 37
Gender: Male
Rank: Espada
Appearance: Druid is five feet tall and eleven inches, counting the top of his spikes and not wearing shoes. Plopped atop Druid's head is a set of thick, longish black hair that sweeps to the left in a gentle curve of massive spikes.His eyes are a cold, icy blue that sometimes seem to glow in dim light. Very lean, even for someone with the body of a 37 year old. Druid looks as if he should be in a hospital on a cancer bed. His pale white skin is stretched over taut, thin muscles. Though he has no acne or anything, his face has a hollow gaunt to it, giving him an eerie appearance, as if he were only a shadow of his former self. His face is completely clean shaven, and very rarely does he ever have any signs of hair on his body aside from the thick tufts growing out of his scalp.
Druid normally has on the original Espada uniform. This uniform consists of a white jacket with black trim around the edges and pants combination. The jacket is usually left unzipped, revealing he has a black t-shirt on underneath. The pants flow loosely down to his ankles where they stop to a pair of custom sandals much like that of the shinigami. Tho he wears black socks with them.
A number 8 tattoo, signifying his position as Octava Espada is placed on the back of his left hand. For some odd reason, this tattoo is sideways, and if looked at normally appears to be similar to the infinity symbol. On his right hand, a hole reveals pure blackness. This is the location of his hollow hole.
Though his mask was destroyed, he continues to keep some portion of it broken on his face. Druid's mask fragments come in the form of thin spindles jutting from his scalp, blending in with his dark black hair, giving him a salt 'n pepper look.
Personality: Druid is obsessed. He wants one thing and one thing only in his life, and that is a family. Driven by an insatiable need that stems from his time even as a human, Druid cannot tame it. Druid's hunger for a family is so complete that he will kill those not in his family or whom reject his offer, simply to eliminate the competition for said family.
This was the beginning stages of his insanity. First, he began hearing things. Voices, even. Voices that promised of a family. Than, he began seeing strange shapes. Strange wispy shadows that followed him around and told of a family somewhere out there for him. And than the crack. Druid had cracked and "slaughtered" these shapes. These wispy voices stopped, but filled Druid with a loneliness that could not be fixed.
That loneliness evolved, and now Druid sees everyone as a potential threat or family. In battle, Druid has only one battle tactic - annihilate. His tactics involve destroying every cell he can that still exists of his opponent. When not in battle, he can be quite peaceful, a strange contrast to his battle mode. Some would call him a "defective arrancar" because he doesn't want to fight if he doesn't have to. He only wants to love something.
Oddly enough, Druid will only consume hollow. He will not eat human souls or shinigami/vizard/quincy souls. He isn't even sure why he does this, it's just another peculiarity about Druid. In order to entertain himself while not on his endless crusade in order to find love, Druid resorts to messing with the lives of humans on Earth. Though not very sophisticated, it's quite amusing and satisfying.
Fighting Style: Annihilation. As mentioned earlier, Druid wants nothing more then total destruction in regards to his opponent. He wants every cell in their body ripped away cleanly and destroyed. Quickly, too. He doesn't want a long fight, because that could get boring. The more action in less time = more fun. Besides, everything is more fun when everyone is all out right away. Forcing his opponent into full power instantly by going into full power himself, Druid wastes no fucking time. This also gives the bonus advantage of his opponents not being able to analyze his powers and whatnot very quickly. If you can't handle the speed he uses in his tactics, you're out of your fucking league, son.
Background: Jeremy Rindsler was your typical adult. He woke up every day, at the crisp age of thirty five, and headed off to work in his '67 camaro. Yes, life was good for Jeremy. He owned his own company specializing in animal health care and products. Unfortunately, his single life (for he had never married) was cut short one fateful afternoon when a man drunk off absinthe (the HARD stuff) plowed his transport truck straight into Jeremy's face. Or rather, the face of his camaro.
Unable to believe it, The soul of Jeremy Rindsler refused to move on. He had still never married, and that (believe it or not) was one of his goals in life. He hadn't married yet simply because he wanted to raise a family into a respected house, and have enough money for everyone to be happy.
As the months went by, Jeremy's soul chord became woefully thin. Finally, exactly one year after his death, the soul chord disappeared. No Shinigami had ever come for him, but this was to be expected. He didn't have a family yet. He needed a family. Without one, he would never have been complete. His soul was too attached to Earth that the shinigami couldn't even find him. As he fell into a demi-hollow state, he exploded in a torrent of pure energy, and reformed inside Hueco Mundo. As a hollow, he looked like a large ape, many muscles covered in thick fur, shaggy and black.
His knuckles dragged on the ground, and a thin tail swept behind him. Covering his face was the blank stare of a hollow mask, complete with muzzle and fangs. Unfortunately, this wasn't exactly what he was (an ape that is). In fact, Jeremy had become a werewolf-similar beast in his hollow state. It was than he felt the hunger. An insatiable hunger filled his stomach, and echoed out of his hollow hole (positioned of course on his chest).
Roaring, the hollows around Jeremy rebounded in fear. As he chased their fleeing forms, he caught them each and all, devouring them like pies. It took nearly 300 years for Jeremy to go from Gillian to Menos, and than menos to adjuchas. 300 years of tormenting memories of what could have been and should have been.
Finally, however, Jeremy had evolved. Warped and twisted by becoming a Hollow, Jeremy had changed nearly every aspect of his personality. No longer was he Jeremy Rindsler. Now, he was Druid. No last name, no need. Last names were given to family men, and Jeremy.. no, Druid, had no family. Not yet, anyway.
After meeting the primera espada and hearing glorious tales of a new power and a family-esque organization, Druid wanted on. The Primera Espada soon made him an Arrancar, . And he was ready to find love.
Well, what he found was close to love. He had found the espada army. Unfortunately for them and fortunately for him, their ranks were incomplete. Joining the espada for it's family aspect, Druid became the Octava espada.
Wed Jan 02, 2013 5:26 am by 
