Walter Redfield (edited)

Name:
Walter Redfield born Connor O’Reilly

Age:
27

True Age:
900

Sex:
Male

Personality:
Walter is a complex man friendly, kind, companionate he cares for others and will defend the weak. He lives by his own set of rules and cares little for the laws of any of the races. He is quick to judge and at the same time quick to reevaluate his opinions. With an eternal smile on his face almost nothing bothers him, this comes from both an incredibly over inflated ego and a justifiable certainty in his uniqueness. His morality is a blend of many things choosing to see some things as bad and some things as good and maintains the right to change his mind about this at any moment. A strong believer in corporal punishment he lives his life along an eye for an eye sense of justice, however that doesn’t apply to him because obviously he’s awesome.

Known for quickly falling in and out of love Walter has a long and checkered history having been deeply in love twice both ending poorly. Older than anyone he’s met he fights an eternal sense of boredom which is made worse by his general lack of patience. He passes his time playing games with people and finding new ways to challenge himself. Although he is kind he is also sadistic, he enjoys killing, torturing, and dismembering people and finds it to be a great way to pass a Saturday afternoon. A natural born actor Walter will find a role and stick with it for years until he bores of it or needs to disappear as a result of some sort of crime.

Food wise he loves fine dining and expensive alcohols his tastes having often lead him to robbery, and insurance fraud. Perhaps one of his favorite things is to do is spend a year or two as this or that serial killer just seeing if the police can catch him he is often on the move. Due to his expensive tastes and predilection for luxury he almost always takes the role of someone who is well to do and usually dresses himself in the finest of designers.

With a deep love for puzzles and espionage he has been various spies for various countries and as such is not only excellent at reading people, but also a master linguist fluent in almost every spoken language with a flawless accent. He is also a jack-of-all-trades from woodcarving to computer hacking and many things in between. Highly educated and perhaps the best bullshit artist ever, he has talked his way into beds, palaces, and government buildings.

Despite his natural acting ability his main personality is erratic and inconsistent almost as if he changes a little each time he assumes a persona. As a result he can come off as eccentric and mad, but that only because he is… Insane, completely bonkers, and he loves it. Walter also has a deep affinity for music

Likes:
Expensive food, wine and, clothes
Death, blood, and gore.
Cartoons.
Challenges.
Classical music.

Dislikes/fears:
Growing old
Small children.
Boredom.
Anything grape flavored.
Country Music.

Character Appearance

Height:
6’1”

Weight:
195lbs

Physical Traits:

Spoiler:

Clothing:
Varies by season and whats in style.

Accessories:
Smoke bombs x10
A large amount of cash
Eight IDs

Fighting Style

General Fighting Style:
Walter is primarily a long to mid-range combat specialist as a result he shies away from getting close to his enemies. Somewhere between a brilliant tactician and a crazed lunatic his combat style can shift drastically depending on the situation. Unlike most people who lose their cool as things get worse Walter actually thinks clearer, when fighting against an enemy he is sure he can defeat he tends to be overly dramatic, over confident, and rash. However, as the battle turns against him his mind clears and the excitement of the challenge as well as the idea he may die drives him to think more and fight smarter.

Not one for a long term tactics, Walters fighting style focuses on a series of short tactics with set defined goals, these goals can be focusing on winning the fight or just causing a particular injury because it would amuse him. As such he rarely goes for the quick kill if he’s actually enjoying the fight, this is not to say he wouldn’t it just to say he’d rather drag it out for the maximum amount of pain and blood shed on both sides. Because of his sadistic personality Walter has an incredibly high tolerance for pain and enjoys it a great deal though he will say he is not masochist.

Strengths:
Sonido, Agility, Endurance, Accuracy, Energy reserves.

Weaknesses:
Hand to hand, playing on his emotions, strength.

Abilities & Weapons

Weapon
Name
Dimension chains
Effect
By condensing the energy stored within his pocket dimension Walter can materialize it into up to eight, seven-foot long glass chains. These chains are controlled telekinetically by Walter and must remain within a twenty-five yard radius of him, they are as strong as a zanpakuto and while not invisible they are completely see through. When they are summoned they simply sprout from his body appearing first like smoke then condensing into the chains. These chains primarily work almost like ammo for his abilities, though they can be used as offensive weapons.

Primary Stage
Name:
Stagnant dimension

Effect:
Walters body exists in constant transition between his physical body in this dimension and his pocket dimension. The effect is that when he is pushed outside his normal parameters his body works to return to it’s original state thus when he died that became the only state his body could exist just before the death. This acts like a weak high-speed regeneration less then that of a low level hollow so long as he does not die. However if he does die his body will instantly start reverting to its full condition, this process takes anywhere between a minimum of nine hours and maximum of five days depending on the severity of the wounds, this ability also prevents him from aging by causing his body to revert back to his moment before death every year that passes. (This has basically no combat usage only healing small bumps, scratches, and bruises quickly. It is primarily a plot device for him.)

Name:
Barrier guns
Effect:
By grabbing one of his chains Walter can condense the energy down into a pistol, which appears like a silver Smith and Wesson Sw1911 handgun. These pistols of which he can have a maximum of two created at a time have seven shots each with the speed and double the strength of a balla but smaller in size roughly the size of a bullet. After the seventh shot the gun disappears and the chain is put on cool down for one post. This is Walters bread and butter ability since he is so comfortable with fire arms.

Gun appearance:

Spoiler:

Name:
Dimension release.
Effect:
Walter condenses the energy of one of his chains into a powerful beam of white light similar in size, speed, and strength to a grand rey cero. He can only make one at a time, and must make physical contact with the chain absorbing in into his palm before releasing the energy. The disruption to the chains energy field causes it to go on cool down for two posts.

Name:
Dimensional wall
Effect:
By connecting the energy wavelengths of two of his chains Walter can create a powerful seven by seven shield, this specialized shield bends the light that travels through it making completely invisible. While very strong it can be broken given enough energy and cannot move after being created. It requires two chains to make and puts both on a one post cool down. Wall lasts for one post.

Name:
Dimension shift:
Effect:
By grabbing one of his chains Walter can pull himself through the chain out to the other side of any other by sliding in and out of his pocket dimension however this causes a destabilization effect from having Walter fully enter the pocket dimension, As a result he must allow for time to pass as it heals before he can move through it once more. (Two-post cool down). This also destabilizes the original chain putting it on a one post cool down.

Final Stage
Name: [What is the name of your ability?]
Effect: [What does your ability do?]

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Effect: [What does your ability do?]

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Arrancar like abilities

Standard and always active: Sonido and High speed Regeneration

Due to the artificial nature of the implantation of his Arrancar abilities Walters body can currently only support three of his five unique abilities at the time. In addition to that he can only activate or deactivate two abilities per post. i.e. he can turn two on, shut two off, or turn one on and shut one off. Each Arrancar activation adds one hollow like feature to his body, these are purely cosmetic, and go as follows. (these traits stack)
1 active ability: yellow eyes with black background.
2 active abilities: Skin turns pale white
3 active abilities: Second mouth appears behind his giving the appearance his face is a mask.

Unique abilities (Arrancar Upgrade):
Name:
Living Chains
Effect
Walter's chains are now sentient and can move without Walters permission though they follow any telepathic command given they will also strike to take their master out of danger. These living chains look like the old dimension chains but are filled with swirling black energy, on will the chains can extend this energy and vibrate it along it's surface to create a chainsaw like effect.

Name:
Hollow guns
Effect
Barrier Guns are now jet black and have an increased clip size of fifteen. They also can combine two bullets to fire a new bullet with the strength of a cero (once per gun per post).

Name:
Arrancar mine energy
Effect
Walter's energy biased attacks now leave behind a small charge in any wound created this charge explodes with the strength of a bala on command.

Name:
Arrancar shift energy.
Effect
Dimension shift no longer puts a chain on cool down, only the ability cool down remains. This also allows Walter to fire bala like attacks out of his chains.

Name:
Gargantic Wall
Effect
Walter dimension wall now also absorbs any attack that hits it, and feeds that energy to Walter. When an attack hits the wall the energy of it is absorbed into Walter's dimension and when the wall is dispelled is converted to Walters energy. This effect doubles the cool down of the wall. (only 75% of the energy is actually given to Walter's reserve.)

Back Drop:

Background:
Born Connor O’Reilly, Walter grew up in the lake district of England, a charismatic child he had many friends and was often at ends with his highly religious Irish catholic parents. From a young age he exhibited extraordinary speed and agility and as such naturally joined various sports team at his school. Until the age of 17 he lived a normal everyday life. However things changed drastically when his parents died in a car crash. With no local relatives he moved to Rome to live with his uncle on his mothers side Vinny Skageretti, also known as red hands Vinny. An enforcer for the mob Vinny had never met his young nephew and knew nothing of raising children. After graduating high school Walter followed in his uncles footsteps and joined the mob.

The mob recognizing his natural agility and nearly perfect accuracy with a gun and began training him as a hitman. Learning at an incredible rate he became their best hitter in less than two years becoming the mobs most feared assassin. Ruthless but friendly he was loved by his friend and feared by his enemies, these years passed quickly for Walter and he was well on his way to becoming a full fledged family member with all the rights and benefits that meant. Then something changed, it started as shadows and strange shimmers but soon it was full-fledged apparitions, Walter was seeing ghosts. Convinced he had lost his mind his uncle and friends threw him in St. Mary’s asylum for the criminally insane after he accidentally shot up a family of four while trying to kill the ghost of a man he had killed yet had been following him for weeks.

In the asylum he was treated less then admirably, in fact the director of research was an advent human himself who spent years studying his patients with unnecessary cruel procedures. Ecstatic to find a patient who was also gifted with reaitsu abilities he took a particular shine on Walter and choose him for all of his nastiest and most painful experiments. However, despite his cruelty after a year or so he also became a mentor teaching Walter about soul society, hollows, shinigami, and even trying to help him discover his natural powers through intensive and painful training involving electrodes.

Freed from the asylum at the age of 26 after the sudden and mysterious death of the director and the discovery of his cruel and unusual experiments, he was given a full pardon and released back into society with a new fondness for the darker things in life. A smile on his lips Walter began putting together his plan for revenge, blaming his former family for his years of imprisonment. However, his first move was to get back in their good graces. He accomplished this by single handedly killing the son of their rival family and framing the family’s main competition in the arms trade. This and the ensuing fall out made the family one of the strongest Mafioso’s in Italy and secured their place in the black market as the largest distributor of arms in Western Europe.

Accepted back into the family with cheers and gratitude many apologized for misjudging him and only a few seemed uncomfortable with the new glint that hid behind his smiling eyes, it whispered sweet songs of death and romance. A year past and his plan began to reach fruition it began with a birthday party, the Dons’ daughters sweet sixteen an event that everyone was expected to attend. When the day came Walter was giddy with joy though perhaps not the same joy that everyone else was experiencing, it was doubtful anyone else was excited about the automatic turrets hidden behind the drapes, the doors set to automatically lock from the outside and the small arsenal of incendiary grenades which would bath the main room in napalm while he personally took care of the Don and the other main members of the family in the backroom when they stepped out for their traditional cigar smoke and metaphorical penis measuring contest.

When the time came, he couldn’t tell who was more surprised the Don and his friends who he killed in the blink of an eye using a silenced pistol shot to their jugulars. Or the party guests who realized the doors were locked when he appeared on a big screen covered in blood using the Don’s head as a puppet to tell the guests about his special surprise, finishing his statement with the rattle of automatic gun fire and the clicking sound as all the grenade pins fell from the ceiling followed by their counter parts. That day was incredible, Walter whistled as he walked down the street still wearing his bloody clothes covered in a trench coat, the sound of sirens zooming past him towards the fire the perfect soundtrack to the ending credits of his incredible production.

So jubilant in his ecstasy Walter never even saw the drunk driver that hit him sending him careening off a bridge slamming into a metal girder on his way down towards the rushing rapids below. A bloodied corpse bobbing in the tide he washed up hours later on an abandoned shore that surely would have been his grave until the stench attracted someone. However, this was the day Walter discovered the first of his abilities one that would change the course of his life forever, the stagnant dimension.

Excited about his newfound immortality, Walter discarded his old life as Connor O’Reilly and began anew as Walter Redfield. For years he traveled the globe discovering more about his powers, expanding his criminal resume, picking up languages and doing anything else he ran into and saw as fun. The next major shift in his life took place nearly 40 years later, her name was Claudia Walken, a bank robber and serial arsonist she stole his heart while they worked a job together knocking off a federal bank in Dallas Texas. The two spent the next seven years working jobs together; nearly inseparable they were married in late July. A dubious couple with no morals and propensity for evil they roamed the world stealing and killing. While reveling in what they believed to be the most romantic marriage of all time.

However like all good things it must come to an end, in the case of this marriage it was in the form of an argument over the best type of execution. The fight got heated and no answer seemed in sight until Walter won proving his thesis with a double-barreled shotgun blast into her stomach. He kissed her goodbye, wished her the best of luck and moved on with his life as she died alone in a motel room in Texas only eighteen miles from where they met.

About a hundred years passed before Walter truly fell in love again, of course there were a few girls here and there who he thought were special but none of them had the spark he’d felt with Claudia. He spent most of his time moving from one great master to the next becoming their disciple in various forms of reiatsu biased training until he was kicked out or killed his teacher. However, in his whole life no one taught him more then his next great love an Arrancar named Tysha. They met outside a park she had just finished eating and he had just finished killing a hobo for spitting on his shoes.

They fought for a bit, a great battle with tons of collateral damage and fire. In the end it was a draw and the two were in love. Together they hunted shinigami, hollow, humans, anyone who could offer the deadly duo a challenge. She even took him to his favorite vacation spot a lovely bit of wasteland in Hueco Mundo where they passed the time eating hollow meat and killing any challenger they found. However, after over 300 hundred glorious years as a couple eventually the spark died out. However, this time it wasn’t Walter who ended it, no Tysha took that pleasure cutting off his head while he slept and leaving his corpse in a blood soaked field outside Denver Colorado.

Two days later he woke in the city morgue and headed out on his way looking for adventure and fun. While some may have seen Tyshas reaction to his one stray from fidelity (she knew about) that lead to the end of their relationship as a cruel way to end it, Walter thought it was appropriate and very romantic, even writing several poems about it truly being the best way to break up with someone. However, strangely they didn’t sell well.

Years past almost two hundred of them and Walter found himself with a new problem, he was bored, having committed almost every crime imaginable and worked for years in the deep dark world of international espionage he plain and simple did not know what was left to do. He had killed humans and shinigami, hunted out those with strength to fight them. Died in a hundred different ways and lived a hundred other. So now he drifts city-to-city, body-to-body, waiting for something new, something fun, and something bloody.

Side Notes:

1.Chains on cool down disappear remaining within the pocket dimension, when the cool down runs out they can reform as they did before, however like originally they must sprout from Walters body.

2. While stagnant dimension is a plot devise to make Walter nearly immortal it does not make him completely unable to die by draining his reiatsu to an extreme low and then killing him the effects will be permanent and his pocket dimension will collapse.

RP Sample:

Walter walked slowly a smile sat softly on his lips as he whistled his way into the diner. Today had already been a great day and it was only going to get better. Dropping into a seat at the diners bar he flashed a toothy grin at the girl next to him, her long red locks framed a beautiful pale white freckled face. Her green eyes an inviting welcome whispering ‘come swim’ as they scanned the pages of a worn copy of The Historian. Ordering the breakfast combo he then turned to speak to the lovely girl, a strong English accent sliding across his tongue.

“Sorry to interrupt you darling, but I have to say you are simply gorgeous. And of course, reading my favorite book.”

She looked up her green eyes meeting his brown, a single eyebrow arching in curiosity and her long delicate fingers marking her page as the book closed.

“Handsome and a Kostova fan. Be still my beating heart, though what would my Irish family think of me bringing home an English boy?’

“Raised in England my lovely, but my mother’s straight from Ulster the flaming locks come from her side I hope, could never tell with my shiny head of a father.”

She chuckled her hair streaking across her face like a dash of crimson blood from a fresh wound. For a second he lost himself in the events of earlier in the morning, however quickly he was back his eyes staring deeply into hers as his food arrived.

“Well then, I guess I’ll have to dine with you I mean how often do you find a fellow Irish in Boston. Cathy by the way Cathy Chase.”

With a chuckle at her quip he replied taking her hand and kissing her knuckle never once breaking eye contact. Introducing himself he used his most recent alias.

“William Jones, a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Chase. So what brings you to this lovely city of Boston, I’ll take it from your heavy winter coat this early in fall you come from someplace warmer… Down south perhaps?”

“Very good, Florida… I’m here on business, you?”

“Business and Pleasure, I’m a frequent visitor it’s a nice change from the dreary fogs of London.”

-Two Coffees later-

“Well Cathy I’d love to stay but I have an appointment I simply can’t be late for, you know how high strung bankers are. It was a pleasure chatting with you and I’ll be sure to call”

Pocketing her number he left with a smile turning the corner and entering the bank while he wondered how she would look naked on his kitchen floor. He entered as the doors slammed shut behind him seven men pulling on masks as machine gun fire echoed across the ceiling. The cacophonous blend of screams and gunfire coming together into a concerto worthy to grace the halls of classic artists like Mozart and Beethoven.

“Greeting and salutations, Ladies and gentlemen. You may me call me Mister Red I will be your gracious host in this upcoming event. If you look around you will notice the doors are all sealed, the alarms cut, the security cameras off and you are surrounded by a group of men who would oh so enjoy repainting these halls with the finest of reds. However, we can avoid the creation of such a beautiful collage with just a little co-operation and then we can all be on our way. So ladies and gentlemen watches cell phones, wallets into the bag they will be returned… if slightly lighter, at the end of class.”

Skipping and whistling his way to the bank manager whom his men had duck taped to his office chair and dragged out into he center of the bank floor while the rest of the hostages were ushered into the storage closet he plopped down gently on the mans lap a switch blade popping into his hand as he slowly traced the subtle curves of the mans face with the flat of the blade.

“Well hello Bill… How are you? It’s good to see you again. Well we haven’t officially met but I oh so enjoyed watching you drop little Susie off at school every morning. Now, now, Bill there’s no need for that flattering look of terror and confusion Susie’s just fine… for now…. Now I know for a fact while your vault holds tens of millions in cash, the vast majority of this banks wealth is held in the digital accounts so of course I’ll need the access code to the accounts.”

“I… I… don’t know them, that’s the main managers codes I’m just the temporary replacement.

With an all knowing smile he hopped off the mans lap, his brown eyes simmering with delight and made his way towards the black bag he had brought with him. He spoke his voice calm composed and filled with a soft sadistic delight.

“Well Bill, I happen to know your lying… that’s very disappointing. You were secretly promoted, you are the main manager, it was going to be announced next week… but you knew that. However, I am in a certain sense… impressed by your loyalty and as such, I will make sure that you have an excellent reason for having given up your codes.... Now, in the field of torture a lot of people these days have been going all high tech with their drugs, poisons, and sensory deprivation techniques. However, I myself am quite old school. There’s just so much one can accomplish with a nice blow torch.”

Whipping out a blowtorch from the bag, he sparked it marveling at the beautiful blue of the fire.

“Wait… Wait… Its 3133543, I swear please don’t hurt me!”

“Well now while I am happy for your co-operation. I’m very disappointed in your lack of spine, and even more disappointed by the fact that the code is 3133542 the former holder of your position had put up much more resistance.... Now it seems only fair that you must be punished for your cowardice and lies. After all, if I had put in that code then I would gain access and trip the silent alarm. That’s no fun.”

As the blowtorch showed Bill just how important loyalty and trust was, by taking the shine of dishonesty from his left eye, Walter couldn’t help but think back to the girl in the bar. She really was quite beautiful, A shame on his timing. After tonight there was no way he could contact her and the water would ruin her number.

Finished with his fun, and happy for the momentary respite while the police caught onto his actions. Either from the anonymous tip he had set to have emailed to them precisely three minutes ago or from the beautiful music of Bills distress. He plopped down in the chair in front of the computer in Bills office. He quickly made his way into the digital accounts and transferred eight hundred million dollars into his personal account in the Grand Caymans bouncing the transaction across seventy servers worldwide.

His work done he sent his men to fumble with the vault door. The phone rang.

“Hello… Bill Weinstein’s office this is temporary intern head banker Mr. Red speaking, How may I direct your call?”

“Hello this is Benjamin Frank from the Boston police department, can I assume I am speaking with head of this robbery?”

“Of course… If that makes you happy, though I prefer the term rapid monetary transition procedure… A robbery sounds so mundane.”

“Of course call it whatever makes you happy… Mr. Red was it?”

“Why yes it is, so nice of you to remember Benny boy.”

“I feel it necessary to inform you the bank is surrounded, however you are not out of options no has died yet and we still have the opportunity to end this situation peacefully”

“I couldn’t agree more, So how about this… you get me a nice bottle of 1987 Spanish red wine, two glasses, some French bread with brie and prosciutto, load that up in a bus which will take me and my compatriots to the airport and a freshly fueled jet and ill let some hostages go… say half. However, since no game is fun without consequences… I’ll give you an hour and a half and for every extra fifteen minutes you take I release a hostage from a top floor window… See either way they get out… I know… I’m so kind”

He hung up the phone, grabbed a few hostages and made his way to the top floor. Glancing out one of the windows that overlooked the Charles River, He sat in a chair bored off his mind while he waited for the appointed hour.

-one hour later-

“Why hello Benjamin… Your, early… Good news I hope.”

“Hello Mr. Red… or is it William, William Jones?”

“Why Ben, look at us… Fast friends already on a first name basis… You’ve been a busy little bee, I hope you had time to arrange for my demands in between all that snooping”

“We have your food which we will give to you, but the bus and plane will take time… How about we give you the food and you safely release some hostages as a sign of good faith”

“Sounds like splendid idea Ben, Hold on just one minute I’m sending two your way right now.”

With a smile Walter grabbed two of the bank employees he had brought with him and tossed them out the ninth floor window shattering the bulletproof glass.

“You see that Ben… you gave me part of what I wanted and I gave you part of what you wanted. Quid pro quo my friend…Quid pro quo. Call me when you have my stuff…. But hurry Ben… I’m losing patience.”

Slamming the phone down Walter smiled pulling a small button out of his pocket and clicking it before standing next to the window, which faced the river. Swat would come in any second now… highly armed and ready to kill on site. Of course they couldn’t guess he had just armed a small explosive strong enough to incinerate the whole damn bank and everyone in it. His men would get their reward and he would jump in the river dying in the flames as he fell only to wake up days later wherever the largest part of him had washed up to. Yes he would be a rich man. His little venture as William had been fun… but all good things had to come to an end. He was just plain bored with being an Englishman again… too easy to pick up with women with the accent.

The power cut, the doors breached, and Walter dived through the window humming Beethoven’s fifth as he fell through a torrent of fire so hot he would die before the pain hit… he wasn’t a masochist after all.
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Approved. but I don't have access to what tier he was before. you'll have to inform me.
-edit- 2-2

edited by adding the effects of Arrancar energy from being part of the bad guys in Jun's event. Btw I'd like to keep these changes after the event as well I dunno if this is an option but I like them and they work well with my characters plot line.

I changed some stuff in personality, and fighting style as well as the abilities

Modified Approval only for Event though

2nd Approval will decide if he keeps it after the event, I'm fine with him keeping it but i'll leave it up to the next approval.

seconded.