Post by —fegkarion on Oct 30, 2010 22:20:52 GMT 1
Arrancar? HOLLOW
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- Fegkarion
- Alias(es):
- F29.23A (official archive designation)
- "Perfect Dark"
- Age of Death: 19
- Real Age: 114
- Age of Appearance: Varies
- Gender: Female
- Theme: "Epic Battle Music of Epic Proportions"
- Alignment:
- Chaotic Evil
A chaotic evil character does whatever her greed, hatred, and lust for destruction drive her to do. She is hot-tempered, vicious, arbitrarily violent, and unpredictable. If she is simply out for whatever she can get, she is ruthless and brutal. If she is committed to the spread of evil and chaos, she is even worse. Thankfully, her plans are haphazard, and any groups she joins or forms are poorly organized. Typically, chaotic evil people can be made to work together only by force, and their leader lasts only as long as she can thwart attempts to topple or assassinate her. Chaotic evil is sometimes called "demonic" because demons are the epitome of chaotic evil. Chaotic evil beings believe their alignment is the best because it combines self-interest and pure freedom. Chaotic evil is the most dangerous alignment because it represents the destruction not only of beauty and life but also of the order on which beauty and life depend. - Place of Birth: Unknown
- Current Residence: Hueco Mundo
- Class Level: 0
- Special Attributes:
- Savant - a person of learning; especially : one with detailed knowledge in some specialized field (as of science or literature)
- Field: Literature
- Species:
- Vacuo Real - Royal Hollow
- Power Classification: Pre-Gillian
- Chaotic Evil
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- Specialist
- Velocidad (Speed)
- Obrero (Hand To Hand Combatant)
- FIGHTING STYLES
- Hyakki Yakō (百鬼夜行; lit. "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons")
This combat style is what Fegkarion is most well known for, and revolves around a brutal singular style of attack where even defensive maneuvers can deliver offensive damage, and strikes can be countered from a variety of unorthodox stances. It requires intense physical strength and speed, as well as a certain wildness, and the ingestion a high degree of Hollow energy to properly maintain. - -----
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- Non-Specialists - Corte l Animo
- Hyakki Yakō (百鬼夜行; lit. "Night Parade of One Hundred Demons")
- Maximum Height: 10 meters
- Maximum Weight: 1 ton
- Minimum Height: 2 meters
- Minimum Weight: 135 lbs
- Eye Color: - Silver
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She is a shifting collection of thin black threads woven into the rough tapestry of something female and predatory. Where one would seek to describe her face, the mask, the blades that sink and rise from her skin with each breath they would find it near impossible to continue. She is an impression of femininity upraised from a black drop of shadow, a twisting vagary of existence wrapped around an empty core. She is the phantom semi-physical representation of demonic hunger, and can be understood only as much as her ever-changing physiology allows at any one time.
She can usually be said to possess large expressive eyes, a small nose, and full lips not quite large enough to appear seductive, but that is simply a mask. Her true form is a knot of viscous black matter perpetrating as form beneath a coil of ebbing and flowing energy. She sometimes appears as a towering armored woman, sometimes as a multitude of flailing limbs attached to the elongated neck of a succubus like construction covered in hair that easily becomes vines or spikes or chitinous offensive braids. Sometimes she restricts her size and scale to become a silent black shell around a warrior woman's unmoving statue-like form, sometimes she is merely a cloud of tendrils.
She is terror given purpose and space to destroy the things around it.
She is a monster.
Important Note: Her hollow mask has the appearance of a pale woman's elfin face. Her hollow hole is located in her abdomen.
HISTORY
Human Life & Death
These memories are unknown to her. She assumes she was someone of importance, remembering vaguely the celebration of birthdays and gifts, the love of parents, the tedium of school and work. Though her most vivid memory of her time spent as a human is of a feeling of loneliness, and the bullet that found its way through her skull when she was still just a young girl. She remembers who bedroom window breaking...she remembers the feel of sunlight and crushed glass and footsteps that retreated to start a car engine and drive away before she could react. She remembers wanting, above all else, not to abandon her brother.
She remembers his face looking down at the mess of blood her head had become, and screaming and screaming and screaming...
Demi-Hollow
She clung to that mimicry of life...floating on a half eroded chain next to her brother...Sean or Shane or something...as a small crescent like shape began to eat its way into the center of her stomach. He couldn't see her and refused to even speak of his feelings regarding his sister to anyone. He shuffled around the house and ate little and slept often, heavily medicated and depressed. The years passed and her complacency and solemn commitment to watching over him began to feel tainted and stretched. She grew angry.
Why would he not do anything? He didn't mourn or rage, he didn't even wake in the middle of the night in the grip of terror from the horrifying vision of his beloved siblings exploded brain on their expensive carpet.
He woke. He ate. He walked. He Slept.
She began to hate him. If only she could reach him, she thought...if only she could rip his still beating heart from his chest and plunge her teeth into it in front of him...perhaps that would excite him into action.
She began to feel hungry, and before long...she heard a sound that she'd recognized in life.
The sound of screaming.
Full Hollowfication
She fled soon after, not embarrassed or ashamed, but ravenous. It wasn't long before her broken spirit chain continued its degradation and she awoke feeling 'frazzled', a mask that mimicked her own human face descended over her head. She could barely move. Her body seemed disjointed and overly complex, the large and multi-angular jaw that would serve as her method for devouring spiritual energy was located in a virtual sea of flailing black threads. She was an absolute mess. She inched along the wastelands of Hueco Mundo, now her new home, and masqueraded as a type of dry land coral to entice smaller creatures into her waiting maw and grow stronger. It took nearly a century of this life, as a scavenger and a bottom feeder, until she developed enough internal strength to command her shapeless body into form.
Give me back my body. she raged.
The first shape she took was of an enormous hinged jaw, feeding on a group of stupid animal-like hollows who could barely understand the constricting patterns of teeth that sank into their spiritual flesh. She soon began taking more complex shapes, and moved across the white deserts of her nightmarish home with renewed strength and intellect that pushed her into the pursuit of the only thing Hollows valued...(and yes, that's what she was now, a Hollow)....power.
Current Wandering
She has become a somewhat permanent fixture of the land, and wanders Hueco Mundo with an appetite that cannot be satisfied. She seeks food and power, in that order, and cannot be deterred on her personal quest to destroy anything that would stand in her way.
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