Post by Lilith on Dec 27, 2009 23:09:21 GMT 1
Name: Lilith Summerset
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 155
Appearance:
Lilith's frame looks far smaller than it actually is. She stands at a decent height with a rather muscular build. Her fair skin compliments her pale-blue hair well, allowing for her golden, gentle eyes to stand out with a certain gleam to them. With soft facial features and a mellow smile, she can easily soften the atmosphere of a room with simple facial expressions.
Lilith's wardrobe is rather varying--from tight fitting jeans and loose skirts to large trench coats and torn fishnet leggings. It all rather depends on her mood--or how late she is. Generally she sticks to simple clothing that is easily maneuverable--not too tight, not too loose. Her color palette mostly includes a varying array of pastels, black, and white.
History:
"It isn't the view of others, the way we appear, or even our view of ourselves that makes us strong. It is our spirit."
I really believed that. It was something that I thought was true, even through my younger years. Now I feel it's more true than I had expected.
Sure, my family was alright--we weren't rich, but it wasn't as if we were in poverty. Really, though maybe it should, my family didn't have a large effect on me. Except for their financial support, of course. And food. I guess I needed that growing up.
As a child I was always interested in martial arts--I still am, obviously. My parents supplied me with the funds to fuel my passion, and starting from the age of six I was enthralled. I went to many martial arts schools--I wanted a variety of martial abilities at my disposal. I moved from school to school excitedly, though there was never any sort of connection between myself and the school or the people there. I made friends--but they came and went. They weren't true friends, they were just entertainment, I guess. I feel sort of bad saying it in such an apathetic way but . . . I'm afraid that's how it is. That's how it always is.
Almost. When I had reached the age of 13, I came upon a school that was much more than any of the others. Yes, it was a school that trained its students in martial arts, and yes, it was a sort of "family" like all of the others claimed to be. But it was then that I started to see these figures . . . they were like distorted light that moved and could effect our world. They terrified me--I ran from them, as any 13-year-old should. I didn't tell anyone, though. Who the hell would believe me? I knew better than to babble on about half-invisible beings that went about wreaking havoc.
But one of my instructors knew. I suppose he might have seen me flee from one of those large figures one night, because it seemed like a completely random thing to bring up. Regardless, he called me in to speak with me privately, and asked me if I saw things. Things that he described as accurately as I saw them. I was shocked, to say the least, but desperate to know more and to let someone know what was going on, I agreed.
But that was the end of our conversation. He dismissed me, saying that he would speak with me later about it, and we went back to our regular training. Nothing of the sort was spoken about for nearly a week, and I was far too scared to bring it up again. Had I imagined it?
Then he spoke with me privately once more, telling me that he wanted me to meet him at the school that night. I went, and he took me through a maze of trees and plants behind the school until we were deep within the forest. Sounds scary, right? An instructor and a now 14-year-old girl.
But then something extraordinary happened. A sort of blue light appeared at my instructor's fist and a pair of glowing, blue brass knuckles was left behind. It was then that I truly noticed the glove that I had never seen taken off of his hand. The rest of the night was full of unbelievable information and a realization that I wasn't quite crazy--at least not yet.
Quincy, Shinigami, Hollows . . . Vaizards, Advent . . . It was all a lot of things to take in at once, but I was willing to believe it after having seen those glowing, blue brass knuckles. That, I suppose, combined with my having seen what appear to be, with my knew found knowledge, Hollows.
From then on, not only did I receive martial training, but I was trained as a Quincy as well. I was introduced to an entirely new society of people--of Quincy. My senses began to awaken--I could see the truly horrific forms of the Hollow now, and I was suddenly thrust into a world I would have only dreamed of before. I accepted it, though. Perhaps it's wrong, but I felt--and still feel--thankful for this terrible world. It gave my life a sort of reason--and a sort of reason for all of my hard work until then.
Things changed, though. When I turned eighteen, I came to realize that there were beings out there more powerful than I had fathomed before. A humanoid figure with a torn and broken Hollow mask sitting upon his forehead approached us--my instructor and I. We attempted to defend ourselves when he attacked without reason, but I was simply tossed aside and my instructor was struggling before the being had even withdrawn his weapon.
I can still remember the expression on my instructor's face as he gazed at me just before he ripped that glove from his hand. I was nearly blown back by the force--a sudden whirlwind of reiatsu, of power. Things changed quickly, and we soon became aware of this Arrancar's Resurrección. The amount of power within the area was of a ridiculous level--both my instructor and the Arrancar struggled against each other. In the end, however, the Arrancar lied dead on the floor and my instructor lied powerless and unconcious, but alive.
Weeks later, my instructor finally relieved himself of the hospital. I learned many more things on that day, of the Sanrei Glove and the consequences of removing it. Of Gintō and the silver tubes.
Apparently, I had a lot of training to do.
Rank: 2
Specialties:
Reiiro: Fist Weapon
Reibuki Manipulations:
Neo Quincey Powers
Gintō Spells
None
Gender: Female
Age: 20
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 155
Appearance:
Lilith's frame looks far smaller than it actually is. She stands at a decent height with a rather muscular build. Her fair skin compliments her pale-blue hair well, allowing for her golden, gentle eyes to stand out with a certain gleam to them. With soft facial features and a mellow smile, she can easily soften the atmosphere of a room with simple facial expressions.
Lilith's wardrobe is rather varying--from tight fitting jeans and loose skirts to large trench coats and torn fishnet leggings. It all rather depends on her mood--or how late she is. Generally she sticks to simple clothing that is easily maneuverable--not too tight, not too loose. Her color palette mostly includes a varying array of pastels, black, and white.
History:
"It isn't the view of others, the way we appear, or even our view of ourselves that makes us strong. It is our spirit."
I really believed that. It was something that I thought was true, even through my younger years. Now I feel it's more true than I had expected.
Sure, my family was alright--we weren't rich, but it wasn't as if we were in poverty. Really, though maybe it should, my family didn't have a large effect on me. Except for their financial support, of course. And food. I guess I needed that growing up.
As a child I was always interested in martial arts--I still am, obviously. My parents supplied me with the funds to fuel my passion, and starting from the age of six I was enthralled. I went to many martial arts schools--I wanted a variety of martial abilities at my disposal. I moved from school to school excitedly, though there was never any sort of connection between myself and the school or the people there. I made friends--but they came and went. They weren't true friends, they were just entertainment, I guess. I feel sort of bad saying it in such an apathetic way but . . . I'm afraid that's how it is. That's how it always is.
Almost. When I had reached the age of 13, I came upon a school that was much more than any of the others. Yes, it was a school that trained its students in martial arts, and yes, it was a sort of "family" like all of the others claimed to be. But it was then that I started to see these figures . . . they were like distorted light that moved and could effect our world. They terrified me--I ran from them, as any 13-year-old should. I didn't tell anyone, though. Who the hell would believe me? I knew better than to babble on about half-invisible beings that went about wreaking havoc.
But one of my instructors knew. I suppose he might have seen me flee from one of those large figures one night, because it seemed like a completely random thing to bring up. Regardless, he called me in to speak with me privately, and asked me if I saw things. Things that he described as accurately as I saw them. I was shocked, to say the least, but desperate to know more and to let someone know what was going on, I agreed.
But that was the end of our conversation. He dismissed me, saying that he would speak with me later about it, and we went back to our regular training. Nothing of the sort was spoken about for nearly a week, and I was far too scared to bring it up again. Had I imagined it?
Then he spoke with me privately once more, telling me that he wanted me to meet him at the school that night. I went, and he took me through a maze of trees and plants behind the school until we were deep within the forest. Sounds scary, right? An instructor and a now 14-year-old girl.
But then something extraordinary happened. A sort of blue light appeared at my instructor's fist and a pair of glowing, blue brass knuckles was left behind. It was then that I truly noticed the glove that I had never seen taken off of his hand. The rest of the night was full of unbelievable information and a realization that I wasn't quite crazy--at least not yet.
Quincy, Shinigami, Hollows . . . Vaizards, Advent . . . It was all a lot of things to take in at once, but I was willing to believe it after having seen those glowing, blue brass knuckles. That, I suppose, combined with my having seen what appear to be, with my knew found knowledge, Hollows.
From then on, not only did I receive martial training, but I was trained as a Quincy as well. I was introduced to an entirely new society of people--of Quincy. My senses began to awaken--I could see the truly horrific forms of the Hollow now, and I was suddenly thrust into a world I would have only dreamed of before. I accepted it, though. Perhaps it's wrong, but I felt--and still feel--thankful for this terrible world. It gave my life a sort of reason--and a sort of reason for all of my hard work until then.
Things changed, though. When I turned eighteen, I came to realize that there were beings out there more powerful than I had fathomed before. A humanoid figure with a torn and broken Hollow mask sitting upon his forehead approached us--my instructor and I. We attempted to defend ourselves when he attacked without reason, but I was simply tossed aside and my instructor was struggling before the being had even withdrawn his weapon.
I can still remember the expression on my instructor's face as he gazed at me just before he ripped that glove from his hand. I was nearly blown back by the force--a sudden whirlwind of reiatsu, of power. Things changed quickly, and we soon became aware of this Arrancar's Resurrección. The amount of power within the area was of a ridiculous level--both my instructor and the Arrancar struggled against each other. In the end, however, the Arrancar lied dead on the floor and my instructor lied powerless and unconcious, but alive.
Weeks later, my instructor finally relieved himself of the hospital. I learned many more things on that day, of the Sanrei Glove and the consequences of removing it. Of Gintō and the silver tubes.
Apparently, I had a lot of training to do.
Rank: 2
Specialties:
- Karado Master
- Bukido Non-Specialist
- Sumido Non-Specialist
- Mahado Non-Specialist
Reiiro: Fist Weapon
Reibuki Manipulations:
- Brass Knuckle
- ---
- ---
Neo Quincey Powers
- Reiiro (Soul Forge)
Level: Moderate
Description: The most basic of all Quincey Abilities, it is still one that takes some getting used to. Available to all Quincey, this technique actually does three specific things. The first is a type of attunement towards a specific type of weapon. These can range from swords, whips, bows, axes, picks; basically, take your pick of one weapon. The second ability is the ability to absorb Reiryoku, or Spirit Power, from the atmosphere. This capability is greatly enhanced in places of highly condensed Reiryoku, such as Soul Society or Hueco Mundo. Finally, Reiiro grants the user the capability of rapidly condensing the Reiryoku into Reiatsu, which is then used as fuel to perform Reibuki, Neo Quincey Powers, or Gintō spells.
Restrictions: Must be a Neo Quincey. - Reibuki (Spirit Weapon)
Level: Moderate
Description: The penultimate technique of the Neo Quincey. Gone are the days when Quincey needed a weapon base and then simply manipulating their Reiatsu into those weapons. In these days, the art of the Quincey has progressed to a heightened stage, so that they can formulate a weapon based entirely out of their Reiatsu. When the ability is first obtained, they may formulate a singular weapon. As the user obtains more Reibuki Manipulations, the user is capable of creating differing forms of the weapon, although it must stick within the theme of the Reiiro (So, for example, if the user was using swords, the first manipulation could be a broad sword and the second one would be a two-handed sword, etc.)
Restrictions: Must be a Neo Quincey. - Hirenkyaku (Flying Screen Step) [5]
Level: Low
Description: A technique that is not very difficult to perform, and is available to every Quincey upon reaching Rank 1. Similar to the other "rapid speed" abilities, such as Sprint and Shunpo, this technique allows the user to create a great number of spirit particles underneath their feet, which then slide towards the desired direction. The greater the user's Sumido capabilities, the faster this sliding will occur, eventually allowing for 'seeming' instant transportation between one area and another.
Restrictions: Must reach Rank 1.
Name: Winter Herz ("Winter Soul")
Level: Average
Description: The Quincy creates a coating of spiritual energy around either his/her forearm(s) and hand(s) or shin(s) and feet. This energy can be used as sort of armor to protect him/her from a physical attack (it has the strength of steel, though it doesn't weigh him/her down at all) or from a reiatsu based attack (anything his/her rank or higher will break through, though if the attack is his/her rank it is still significantly diminished, and anything one rank above is slightly diminished). It can also be used to strengthen attacks using these appendages.
Restrictions: Must be a Neo Quincy
Gintō Spells
None
