Post by Maylin on Dec 24, 2009 2:22:59 GMT 1
Humans will kill each other...
And when the last one stands among the corpses
of his brothers....
It is then that he will beg for death.
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Hollow Type: Vacuo Real
Rank: 0
Specialists: Animo Master
Appearance:
Hollow[/u]
In her hollow form, the once beautiful young woman has been transformed into a hideous creature most reminiscent of a giant caterpillar wrapped in a plastic bag. Stretching a monstrous 20 feet long and 5 feet tall, the hollowfied beauty sports a mask atop her segmented body. In this stage, the tormented soul craves only one thing; souls to fuel her evolution. Despite her unfortunate design, the body can move rather quickly and slam into opponents if necessary. However, Maylin tends to favor attacking from a distance with Animo based strikes.
Gillian[/u]
After consuming enough energy, the caterpillar will change into a tall, pillar like entity. Still sporting a black overcoat, Maylin finds that she is no closer during this stage to achieving her goal than she was previously. Reaching 50 feet tall and spanning a girth of 8 feet, the monstrous hollow has sprouted a pair of arms and legs. However, animo techniques are still the favored mode of attack.
Adjuchas[/u]
In her third stage, her quest to retain her former beauty is finally becoming a reality. Evolving to a creature most closely identified to a butterfly, the hollow now stands just 6 feet tall and has regained her voluptuous but slender frame. Gifted with the temporary ability to fly, her wings are stripped alternately with black and purple hues and are birthed from just inside her shoulder blades. Garbed in a sleek, black almost cat suit, her alabaster mask still covers most of her head. Maylin has regained most of her human wit and intelligence at this point, and it is now clearer than ever that her transformation back to her former appearance is on its way.
Vasto Lorde[/u]
Evolving once again into a Vasto Lorde, Maylin has lost her wings but still retains miniature versions which sit uselessly on her back. If related to a biological stage, the once young woman could be identified as a Nymph. Still covered with the tight, latex like hollow coat, Maylin’s drive to gather enough power to rip the mask from her skull and finally be restored is stronger than ever. Standing just 5 feet 7 inches tall, this is her most diminutive yet powerful form yet. However, her favorite personal feature is still hidden by her mask; her hair.
Arrancar [/u]
Finally able to remove the mask, only a small chip of the binding material remains attached to her face on her left temple; a testament to the sheer desire to have the wretched porcelain prison destroyed. Shiny ebony locks flow to the small of her back, a sweeping bang covering the only remnant of her mask from sight. Her hollow hole is evident just above her sternum and the low cut garment she has chosen to wear. The full body covering of the hollow robe has been discarded, and her fair and unblemished skin is finally visible once again. Light red eyes reflect unmatched malevolence and dark red stain always colors her full lips.
Hollow Skill:
Tormenta de Flores [TRAIT]
Level: Moderate
Description Thanks to her mastery over Animo from the beginning of her time as a hollow, Maylin has the astounding power to project illusions onto her surroundings. In its most basic form, this technique allows the hollow to project a swirling cloud of flower petals around her opponent, reducing their visibility greatly. Though it is only an illusion, the cloud of petals will follow the opponent until its caster (in this case Maylin) is hit. At maximum, she can ensnare 1 person within this illusion + an additional person for every 2 ranks she gains. In addition, her targets must remain within in her field of vision for the effects to remain active.
LimitMust be Maylin
Resgarvida: TBA
History: Though the history of her life has since faded from her memory, much of who she was contributed to what she became in the afterlife. Beginning her time on earth to parents of Japanese and Chinese ancestry, Maylin had a fairly normal childhood. That is, until her father simply walked out on her and her mother to fend for themselves when she was just two years old.
Her mother struggled to make ends meat, working two jobs and slinging drugs on the side to support her and her daughter. By the time Maylin reached the age of six, she began attending school while her mother had become addicted to drugs, and now was working to support her habbit instead of her child. Being an innocent youngster, she just assumed her mother was always tired from work instead of strung out on the kitchen table. A year or two would go by until her mother snapped. During this time, men would be in and out of her mothers life, most abusive or addicts.
During the second grade, her mother had brought back yet another man to stay with them. However, this time was different. Strung out across the table with a bottle of gin and a wad of cash, her mother lay on the brink of consciousness while the man turned to greet the youth who was returning from school. “Hello Maylin.” The man said with an eerie smile, “Your mother isn’t feeling well, so lets go upstairs and play.” With a concerned look on her face, she stared at her mother as the man gently led her to her bedroom by her hand.
Molested and abused by the stranger, she would later realize that her mother hand pimped her out for some extra drug money. In the 8th grade, Maylin had had enough abuse from her mother and strangers alike. Packing her bags, the young girl ran from home and fled to the city. Since her body had been ravaged as a child, she was numb to all physical contact. Engaging in prostitution to survive, her body continued to be ravaged by gluttonous men, but this time she would reap the rewards. For a while, she found the whole system quite lucrative. She just laid back and went to a better place, and collected cash once the pig was through.
This routine continued until her early twenties when a particularly sadistic client had hired her for her services. Though she didn’t know it at the time, this would be her last job. The trick started off as most others. She lead her client through a labyrinth of back allies to a room that Maylin used and her eyes almost instantly glazed over as her clothing was removed piece by piece. When the deed started, her mind had checked out, floating among the clouds above the wide open sea. Back in reality, her client demanded her to scream his name. When the woman was unresponsive, a hard backhand slapped her cheek in an attempt to coax her into playing along. However, her body had been through much worse in the past, and Maylin had become extraordinary at blocking out pain and misery.
Enraged that the voluptuous woman was basically unresponsive, he began to unleash a fury of blows against her body before a switchblade was removed from his discarded jacket. Plunging the weapon into the woman’s chest with great force, Maylin suddenly returned to reality, sitting straight upright as if she had awoken from a nightmare. A single tear formed in her eye as her body finally collapsed in a lifeless slump. Panic stricken, the culprit fled the ally, leaving her body and soul alone.
Sitting up in shock, she saw her body dead and cold on the floor, yet her soul remained conscious. A flood of emotion overwhelmed her, including anger, confusion, and sadness. Her life had turned out nothing like she had planned. A chain was attached to her body where the knife wound had once been, further added to her confusion. Was this death? Being doomed to sit where you died for eternity? She could imagine no greater horror. Struggling frantically for weeks to free herself from her bindings, her anxiety was rising at an alarming rate. Finally, the chain was ripped from her body, causing her body to transform into a being known as a hollow.
Though she was free from her bindings, she was repulsed by her new body. She had heard whispers from the ally of beings known as hollows, hunting for souls to complete their evolution. At first, she was afraid of these beings, but now, she longed to join them, to beat them. Her only goal; her only reason to exist was to regain her external beauty. [/font]
And when the last one stands among the corpses
of his brothers....
It is then that he will beg for death.
Humans will curse their friends...
Till he has no more...
And in the end he'll realize...
He's all alone.
Till he has no more...
And in the end he'll realize...
He's all alone.
Humanity will kill for riches....
And then kill one another.
By the time man realizes he cannot eat money....
They will begin to eat each other.
And then kill one another.
By the time man realizes he cannot eat money....
They will begin to eat each other.
Have not pity.
They are but animals.
Killing the planet.
And destroying their souls.
M a y l i n
They are but animals.
Killing the planet.
And destroying their souls.
M a y l i n
Age: 24
Gender: Female
Hollow Type: Vacuo Real
Rank: 0
Specialists: Animo Master
Appearance:
Hollow[/u]
In her hollow form, the once beautiful young woman has been transformed into a hideous creature most reminiscent of a giant caterpillar wrapped in a plastic bag. Stretching a monstrous 20 feet long and 5 feet tall, the hollowfied beauty sports a mask atop her segmented body. In this stage, the tormented soul craves only one thing; souls to fuel her evolution. Despite her unfortunate design, the body can move rather quickly and slam into opponents if necessary. However, Maylin tends to favor attacking from a distance with Animo based strikes.
Gillian[/u]
After consuming enough energy, the caterpillar will change into a tall, pillar like entity. Still sporting a black overcoat, Maylin finds that she is no closer during this stage to achieving her goal than she was previously. Reaching 50 feet tall and spanning a girth of 8 feet, the monstrous hollow has sprouted a pair of arms and legs. However, animo techniques are still the favored mode of attack.
Adjuchas[/u]
In her third stage, her quest to retain her former beauty is finally becoming a reality. Evolving to a creature most closely identified to a butterfly, the hollow now stands just 6 feet tall and has regained her voluptuous but slender frame. Gifted with the temporary ability to fly, her wings are stripped alternately with black and purple hues and are birthed from just inside her shoulder blades. Garbed in a sleek, black almost cat suit, her alabaster mask still covers most of her head. Maylin has regained most of her human wit and intelligence at this point, and it is now clearer than ever that her transformation back to her former appearance is on its way.
Vasto Lorde[/u]
Evolving once again into a Vasto Lorde, Maylin has lost her wings but still retains miniature versions which sit uselessly on her back. If related to a biological stage, the once young woman could be identified as a Nymph. Still covered with the tight, latex like hollow coat, Maylin’s drive to gather enough power to rip the mask from her skull and finally be restored is stronger than ever. Standing just 5 feet 7 inches tall, this is her most diminutive yet powerful form yet. However, her favorite personal feature is still hidden by her mask; her hair.
Arrancar [/u]
Finally able to remove the mask, only a small chip of the binding material remains attached to her face on her left temple; a testament to the sheer desire to have the wretched porcelain prison destroyed. Shiny ebony locks flow to the small of her back, a sweeping bang covering the only remnant of her mask from sight. Her hollow hole is evident just above her sternum and the low cut garment she has chosen to wear. The full body covering of the hollow robe has been discarded, and her fair and unblemished skin is finally visible once again. Light red eyes reflect unmatched malevolence and dark red stain always colors her full lips.
Hollow Skill:
Tormenta de Flores [TRAIT]
Level: Moderate
Description Thanks to her mastery over Animo from the beginning of her time as a hollow, Maylin has the astounding power to project illusions onto her surroundings. In its most basic form, this technique allows the hollow to project a swirling cloud of flower petals around her opponent, reducing their visibility greatly. Though it is only an illusion, the cloud of petals will follow the opponent until its caster (in this case Maylin) is hit. At maximum, she can ensnare 1 person within this illusion + an additional person for every 2 ranks she gains. In addition, her targets must remain within in her field of vision for the effects to remain active.
LimitMust be Maylin
Resgarvida: TBA
History: Though the history of her life has since faded from her memory, much of who she was contributed to what she became in the afterlife. Beginning her time on earth to parents of Japanese and Chinese ancestry, Maylin had a fairly normal childhood. That is, until her father simply walked out on her and her mother to fend for themselves when she was just two years old.
Her mother struggled to make ends meat, working two jobs and slinging drugs on the side to support her and her daughter. By the time Maylin reached the age of six, she began attending school while her mother had become addicted to drugs, and now was working to support her habbit instead of her child. Being an innocent youngster, she just assumed her mother was always tired from work instead of strung out on the kitchen table. A year or two would go by until her mother snapped. During this time, men would be in and out of her mothers life, most abusive or addicts.
During the second grade, her mother had brought back yet another man to stay with them. However, this time was different. Strung out across the table with a bottle of gin and a wad of cash, her mother lay on the brink of consciousness while the man turned to greet the youth who was returning from school. “Hello Maylin.” The man said with an eerie smile, “Your mother isn’t feeling well, so lets go upstairs and play.” With a concerned look on her face, she stared at her mother as the man gently led her to her bedroom by her hand.
Molested and abused by the stranger, she would later realize that her mother hand pimped her out for some extra drug money. In the 8th grade, Maylin had had enough abuse from her mother and strangers alike. Packing her bags, the young girl ran from home and fled to the city. Since her body had been ravaged as a child, she was numb to all physical contact. Engaging in prostitution to survive, her body continued to be ravaged by gluttonous men, but this time she would reap the rewards. For a while, she found the whole system quite lucrative. She just laid back and went to a better place, and collected cash once the pig was through.
This routine continued until her early twenties when a particularly sadistic client had hired her for her services. Though she didn’t know it at the time, this would be her last job. The trick started off as most others. She lead her client through a labyrinth of back allies to a room that Maylin used and her eyes almost instantly glazed over as her clothing was removed piece by piece. When the deed started, her mind had checked out, floating among the clouds above the wide open sea. Back in reality, her client demanded her to scream his name. When the woman was unresponsive, a hard backhand slapped her cheek in an attempt to coax her into playing along. However, her body had been through much worse in the past, and Maylin had become extraordinary at blocking out pain and misery.
Enraged that the voluptuous woman was basically unresponsive, he began to unleash a fury of blows against her body before a switchblade was removed from his discarded jacket. Plunging the weapon into the woman’s chest with great force, Maylin suddenly returned to reality, sitting straight upright as if she had awoken from a nightmare. A single tear formed in her eye as her body finally collapsed in a lifeless slump. Panic stricken, the culprit fled the ally, leaving her body and soul alone.
Sitting up in shock, she saw her body dead and cold on the floor, yet her soul remained conscious. A flood of emotion overwhelmed her, including anger, confusion, and sadness. Her life had turned out nothing like she had planned. A chain was attached to her body where the knife wound had once been, further added to her confusion. Was this death? Being doomed to sit where you died for eternity? She could imagine no greater horror. Struggling frantically for weeks to free herself from her bindings, her anxiety was rising at an alarming rate. Finally, the chain was ripped from her body, causing her body to transform into a being known as a hollow.
Though she was free from her bindings, she was repulsed by her new body. She had heard whispers from the ally of beings known as hollows, hunting for souls to complete their evolution. At first, she was afraid of these beings, but now, she longed to join them, to beat them. Her only goal; her only reason to exist was to regain her external beauty. [/font]
