Post by Otaku.Legend on Dec 22, 2009 1:30:06 GMT 1
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"It's unforgivable to choose death, and yet cling to the selfish belief of an afterlife. Belief in an after-world is a right reserved for living people."
"Where the Shadows Hide"
Arrancar Name: Sine Nefas (Without Sin)
Hollow Name: Animus (Spirit)
Age: 500 (?)
Gender: Male
Hollow Type: Royal Hollow (Vacuo Real)
Hollow Stage: Adjuchas
Rank: 6
Specialists:
Appearance:Hollow
Scouring the streets as a creature of the night, I stand at a height of twenty feet. Pale white skin, devilish mask, and hole situated at the center of my chest. I am none other than a Hollow. A tormented spirit who after ages of wandering have forgotten my human side — or even the fact that I was once human. Though my mind has forgotten, my body has not for it takes a humanoid form. Standing upon two legs, wielding two arms, and an oval shaped head; I am human to an extent. Though I walk upon two legs, my style of walking is more akin to an ape than any human; my back arced forward while my arms dangle at my sides. This devilish mask upon my face shows me for what I am, a monster adorning the shape of a human. Its features consist of two holes for my eyes to see and be seen; extending curvature from the center of my mask creates a nose, and finally a rounded rectangular opening for my mouth. Bright yellow oculi pierce the veil of darkness as this white mask conforms to my face — granting me a permanent mask to hide from the world.Gillian
A step in evolution has granted me the powers and outlook of a Gillian; the first level of Menos Grande. Akin to my brethren, I assume a human form though retain is a better word to use. Changing from my previous human flaw, I stand upright and walk as any normal human should. I retain my pale white mask, Hollow hole situated at the same location. Unlike my previous form, my body is veiled by a large black cloak as spikes protrude in a circular fashion around my neck. The one trait I do not share will my fellow Gillian is size. While most Gillian stand at heights towering over buildings and skyscrapers alike, I stand at a mere twenty feet tall. I have sacrificed power and size for sheer speed and agility.Adjuchas
Achieving the level of Adjuchas, I have cast aside my physical form for a less corporeal form. No longer possessing flesh, I am nothing more than a shroud of darkness centered around my white Hollow mask. Changes to my mask consist of the removal of all facial features besides two slits created for my eyes. Though I no longer have a mouth, I am able to speak freely without trouble. My mask is, however, rarely ever seen as a cloud of darkness is constantly hiding my mask from plain view. My Hollow hole is still situated in the center of my chest and will reside there despite me not possessing a physical form.
Since I am nothing more than a shroud of darkness, I needed a containment system to prevent myself from simply dissipating and dying. Therefore, I have fused my incorporeal form with a layer of black Hollow skin; allowing this skin to act as my flesh. Of my entire form, this layer of skin is the only thing capable of being damaged besides my Hollow mask. The layer of skin I have fused my body with resembles a hooded black cloak with long sleeves for the arms. In essence, most have compared me to the traditional reaper or wraith. Though it is nothing more than a layer of skin, I am able to feel any damage inflicted on the layer of skin and enough damage will cause my "Darkness" to leak; killing me in time. Cause I am nothing more than a shroud of darkness, I do not possess a pair of feet, thus I do not walk but float across the ground. In place of my missing hands, concentrations of my "Darkness" fuse together to create a pair of perfectly able hands. Despite my unique form, I measure 7 feet from top to bottom.Vasto Lorde
Work in progress.Arrancar
Work in progress.
History:Human Life
I do not remember much of my past or my life as a human. I do not even remember the day I took my first step as a Hollow. My mind is fuzzy and the images are but a blur. Traces of my memories bring with them discomfort, remorse, despair, and a torrent of negative emotions I do not wish to reminisce about. I remember pools of blood; enough that I could easily swim in it if I wished. Not just the blood but darkness is another key factor to my past. Sitting in the dark, alone, and scared. I cannot understand what part of my past is hidden from me. Who was I? Where was I? Why is it that I cannot remember anything warm and good about my past? Why do I feel so cold as I focus on those fragments of my memory? Why do I see oceans of blood flowing around me yet the source of the flood is nowhere to be found? I have many questions but few answers.
What I do know is I was once human. This fact is known to me only because of speculation and theories. If I am a demonic creature, why do I possess emotions and feelings only humans should possess? This single question has shed light upon my human past but not enough to discern anything. I can only dream and wonder what my past was like. That ocean of blood and pitch black darkness only cause me to question one aspect of my human life. When I was once human, did anyone love me? Was there anyone who cared for me with all their heart? Or was I alone? This mere fact troubles my soul as I am already alone and knowing that I was alone in the past does not help to ease my pain. Just when will I be able to invoke the past events of my life without worry?Hollow Life
And so we come to the time I have lived as a Hollow. I do not remember the first days when I first took upon this horrific form but I do know I was nothing more than a savage beast. Over the years, I have gained the ability to think and reason unlike my brethren. When was it that I first came into possession of such a gift is unknown to me but I do know I did not start off this way. I began as nothing more than a monster like my many brothers who endlessly feed without remorse or care. The hundreds or probably thousands of lives I have consumed over the years only helped to ease my hunger at that time for now they torment me. Those hundreds upon hundreds of lives I have taken are a part of me. They constantly seek to to tear my already despaired soul asunder. No matter how much I try, I cannot outrun this pain that has built up within me over the many years. Day by day this weight on my shoulder, this pain my chest, and this throbbing pulse running through my veins increase in intensity. When will I be able to escape this nightmare?
How much time has passed since I last feasted? How long has it been since I attempted to restrain myself from my other worldly hungers? I do not know and the essence of time is void to me. I have encountered Shinigami — humans who call themselves my God and slayers of my kind. I have met humans with untold power but have been unable to discern the nature of their kind. As I roamed the lands in search of a feast, I come upon the human world. It is here I encounter the fateful couple who act as the witnesses to my last days as a Hollow. As these two humans and I play through the course of our battle, an opportunity arises for my ascension. To feed the hunger that drives me, I feed upon yet another human soul but this one is different. The taste of her flesh, the silkiness of her blood sends shivers down my spine as destiny takes its course. My Hollow brethren converge and we become one.
Gillian Life
My brethren and I have become one entity, one being although incomplete. I have ascended to a higher power and been granted the gift of greater knowledge. Although I stand a single physical being, my mentality is of much awry. Within me are the hundreds upon hundreds of souls I have devoured over the years in addition to my new brethren. Though our forms merged, our minds did not. Within me are hundreds of different personalities, each possessing their own master and ways. Many of them are no more than mindless beast, willing me to endlessly feed this insatiable appetite of mine. Very few possess a mind of their own and these are the ones I fear the least. Though their minds are strong, I am stronger; granting me power over them. I am the alpha male, the one with the power to do whatever I wish, however, the hunger is still my greatest enemy.
My transformation into this form has granted me intelligence far beyond anything a Hollow can possess but that is not all. It has given me new human-like emotions, thoughts, and a conscience of my own. A Hollow — no, a Gillian possessing an inkling of conscience is the rarest among the rare. I am, however, grateful for this gift as it has given me the ability to communicate with those not of my kind. It is only through these new emotions and train of thought that I am able to befriend not just my own brethren but even beings I identify as enemies. I was given the change to converse with a Shinigami and even able to obtain a human ally who I can attempt to call "Friend." Not only have I been able to obtain a partnership with beings who I usually fed upon but I have been able to develop a kinsman-ship with a band of Hollow. We call each other by name and refer to one another as "Family," something I have never done before. This new found ability to interact has intrigued me and made me wonder just how much more I will be able to gain upon attaining a higher level of sentience.
Adjuchas Life
I have only begun my Gillian life when I matured into something new, an Adjuchas. The next level of Menos Grande and the next phase of my life. What lies in store for my newly found power and intelligence?
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