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Post by [Desperado] on Jan 18, 2010 21:44:50 GMT 1
Desperado Disparador (Desperate Man’s Trigger)
Age: 191
Gender: Male
Hollow Type: Vacuo
Rank: 0
Specialists:
Appearance: Desperado is a creature straight from nightmare; like some kind of shambling mummified corpse, the first thing most evident about him is that he seems to be covered all over in a loosely wrapped white fabric. No part of whatever body is underneath this thick strip of endless cotton-like material is shown. His body is humanoid and thick, full of muscle and power. He is built like a lithe giant, standing four meters tall, with lean muscle hidden beneath the endless rags. Vicious claws poke out of the fabric on his four-fingered hands. His mask, the only uncovered part of his body, is pristine white, with sinister and lazy slits for the eyes. Curiously, he seems to possess no mouth of any kind.
Upon evolving into a Gillian, Desperado’s terror becomes far more evident. He grows to stand ten meters in height, his rippling body of muscle and fabric still evident. He seems to wear the traditional cloak of the Gillian now, though it is torn and ripped, with no hood to speak of. It has long, dangling sleeves, hiding his claws within, which are now longer than before. His mask remains unchanged, though fabric has begun to wrap up the lower part of his mask, covering where his mouth would be.
When he transforms into an Adjuchas, Desperado begins to finally resemble the form he will eventually assume. His body shrinks in stature, coming to stand at a mere three meters in height, tiny compared to his previous incarnations. The fabric around his body has begun to tighten, no longer hanging in loose threads but fitting more snugly against his form. His four-fingered hands are ended with vicious claws, and his fabric has begun to cover his mask even further, resting just below the eyes, now. His cloak is gone, and now he strides exclusively on two clawed feet. He seems to have an almost human form in this shape.
When he removes his mask and becomes an Arrancar, Desperado assumes an unusual shape. He stands at two meters tall, smaller than ever but large for a human-sized creature. His figure is lithe and lean, with understated but strong muscle tones. His flesh is concealed beneath the tight-fitting wrapping of spiritual fabric that now covers his entire body. Even his entire face and head is concealed beneath his fabric now. It is unknown exactly how Desperado sees, but clearly he does. He wears an elegant black trench-coat and fedora, almost like some kind of Mafioso or private detective. A simple white cravat covers his neck where the trench-coat opens. Black pants and sandals cover his lower body. He has no need of gloves or socks, as his spiritual fabric covers him fine. He wears his Resgarvida strapped to his back, held in place by a length of black leather.
Hollow Skill:
Level: Average
Description: This unique skill allows Desperado to make use of the spiritual fabric covering his body. Desperado can control this fabric at will, shooting out lengths of it and manipulating them at a range of up to thirty meters away from himself. These tentacles of spiritual fabric are as hard as steel and cut with reiatsu-enhanced edges, slashing and piercing effortlessly. Desperado can control up to three of these threads at one time, plus another thread for every rank above 0 he possesses. If a thread is destroyed, he simply brings forth another one from his body.
Restrictions: Unique skill to Desperado Disparador.[/ul]
Resgarvida:
Appearance: --
Release Form: --
Release Phrase: Exterminate, Hilo Homicido.
Abilities: --[/ul]
History: No one knows where Desperado Disparador comes from. He doesn’t even know himself. All he knows is that long ago, Desperado had a life. He came from somewhere. He was a living creature, not a dead beast consigned to wander for eternity in white sands. He had been a person, probably someone with a job, someone with a love and maybe even children. More likely than not, though he had been just as fucked up as a human being as his twisted soul was on the endless desert. Probably a murderer, or some kind of thief. A rebel, perhaps? He could only muse.
Desperado was born to the white sands, swathed in the living kiss of death. He never saw his own face, or his own body, didn’t remember what kind of creature he had been before the fabric had comforted him, before the white strands had wrapped all around him and protected him from the dark world. He had become something, something powerful and terrifying, and that was all he needed. All he needed was that fear, leaking from every cell of the creatures around him. He fed on that fear, held fast to it. It was delicious; it sustained him, as much as their dying blood and reiatsu did.
So Desperado sought it, that extra strength. He sought to gain the might once afforded to the beings around him who threatened him with their greater might. He would not stand to be merely a weaker creature, a lesser being that would be the prey of another. He would rise, become a true monster, let his mindlessness consume him. He would become a beast unlike any before, one that would destroy all that stood in his way. He would destroy each and every soul that came before him.
Desperado knew that he was something different. These endless creatures he slaughtered, the beasts that fell beneath his claws, absorbed into his very soul, they were nothing but pawns. They were like meals, offered up to Desperado in exchange for the grace of his existence. The world was nothing but a big buffet, to him, and he gorged until he had the power to think for himself. Desperado discovered his goal, what he was after. Desperado wanted strength. And with that strength, he wanted something more… something…
Greater.
Age: 191
Gender: Male
Hollow Type: Vacuo
Rank: 0
Specialists:
Appearance: Desperado is a creature straight from nightmare; like some kind of shambling mummified corpse, the first thing most evident about him is that he seems to be covered all over in a loosely wrapped white fabric. No part of whatever body is underneath this thick strip of endless cotton-like material is shown. His body is humanoid and thick, full of muscle and power. He is built like a lithe giant, standing four meters tall, with lean muscle hidden beneath the endless rags. Vicious claws poke out of the fabric on his four-fingered hands. His mask, the only uncovered part of his body, is pristine white, with sinister and lazy slits for the eyes. Curiously, he seems to possess no mouth of any kind.
Upon evolving into a Gillian, Desperado’s terror becomes far more evident. He grows to stand ten meters in height, his rippling body of muscle and fabric still evident. He seems to wear the traditional cloak of the Gillian now, though it is torn and ripped, with no hood to speak of. It has long, dangling sleeves, hiding his claws within, which are now longer than before. His mask remains unchanged, though fabric has begun to wrap up the lower part of his mask, covering where his mouth would be.
When he transforms into an Adjuchas, Desperado begins to finally resemble the form he will eventually assume. His body shrinks in stature, coming to stand at a mere three meters in height, tiny compared to his previous incarnations. The fabric around his body has begun to tighten, no longer hanging in loose threads but fitting more snugly against his form. His four-fingered hands are ended with vicious claws, and his fabric has begun to cover his mask even further, resting just below the eyes, now. His cloak is gone, and now he strides exclusively on two clawed feet. He seems to have an almost human form in this shape.
When he removes his mask and becomes an Arrancar, Desperado assumes an unusual shape. He stands at two meters tall, smaller than ever but large for a human-sized creature. His figure is lithe and lean, with understated but strong muscle tones. His flesh is concealed beneath the tight-fitting wrapping of spiritual fabric that now covers his entire body. Even his entire face and head is concealed beneath his fabric now. It is unknown exactly how Desperado sees, but clearly he does. He wears an elegant black trench-coat and fedora, almost like some kind of Mafioso or private detective. A simple white cravat covers his neck where the trench-coat opens. Black pants and sandals cover his lower body. He has no need of gloves or socks, as his spiritual fabric covers him fine. He wears his Resgarvida strapped to his back, held in place by a length of black leather.
Hollow Skill:
Level: Average
Description: This unique skill allows Desperado to make use of the spiritual fabric covering his body. Desperado can control this fabric at will, shooting out lengths of it and manipulating them at a range of up to thirty meters away from himself. These tentacles of spiritual fabric are as hard as steel and cut with reiatsu-enhanced edges, slashing and piercing effortlessly. Desperado can control up to three of these threads at one time, plus another thread for every rank above 0 he possesses. If a thread is destroyed, he simply brings forth another one from his body.
Restrictions: Unique skill to Desperado Disparador.[/ul]
Resgarvida:
Appearance: --
Release Form: --
Release Phrase: Exterminate, Hilo Homicido.
Abilities: --[/ul]
History: No one knows where Desperado Disparador comes from. He doesn’t even know himself. All he knows is that long ago, Desperado had a life. He came from somewhere. He was a living creature, not a dead beast consigned to wander for eternity in white sands. He had been a person, probably someone with a job, someone with a love and maybe even children. More likely than not, though he had been just as fucked up as a human being as his twisted soul was on the endless desert. Probably a murderer, or some kind of thief. A rebel, perhaps? He could only muse.
Desperado was born to the white sands, swathed in the living kiss of death. He never saw his own face, or his own body, didn’t remember what kind of creature he had been before the fabric had comforted him, before the white strands had wrapped all around him and protected him from the dark world. He had become something, something powerful and terrifying, and that was all he needed. All he needed was that fear, leaking from every cell of the creatures around him. He fed on that fear, held fast to it. It was delicious; it sustained him, as much as their dying blood and reiatsu did.
So Desperado sought it, that extra strength. He sought to gain the might once afforded to the beings around him who threatened him with their greater might. He would not stand to be merely a weaker creature, a lesser being that would be the prey of another. He would rise, become a true monster, let his mindlessness consume him. He would become a beast unlike any before, one that would destroy all that stood in his way. He would destroy each and every soul that came before him.
Desperado knew that he was something different. These endless creatures he slaughtered, the beasts that fell beneath his claws, absorbed into his very soul, they were nothing but pawns. They were like meals, offered up to Desperado in exchange for the grace of his existence. The world was nothing but a big buffet, to him, and he gorged until he had the power to think for himself. Desperado discovered his goal, what he was after. Desperado wanted strength. And with that strength, he wanted something more… something…
Greater.
