Post by Agudo on Nov 29, 2010 5:59:23 GMT 1
Name Agudo
Age: 66
Gender: Male
Hollow Type: Hollow
Rank: 0
Specialists: Velocidad-Master (Sonido 5)
Appearance: As a hollow, Agudo is everything he wasn’t as a mere human. He is no longer short and aging, where he was once slow and infirm, he is now agile and strong. Each movement allows him to demonstrate this, and is never in one place long, quickly moving from one place to another.
As a hollow, Agudo is thin and elongated, agile and quick. As a human he was forever tripping and falling as bipeds do, but as a hollow he is perfectly balanced with an additional two legs. Each of his legs possesses three separate joints, the additional joints make it much easier to move about without human limitations. Each leg tapers down to a razor point and he is quick to devious out at others with them, just as steady on three legs as he is on two.
His torso is narrow, bulging outward just enough to make room for what used to be his heart. From the sides of that gaping hole, sprout his arms, spindly long and each possessing three joints, their length and the ease with which me moves them grants him an advantage in battle. He doesn’t have much for palms, but from the end of each of his arms sprout 5 sharp digits that resemble needles more than actual fingers despite their articulation.
Dismissing his alien body, a hollows most prominent feature is obviously their mask, on a black body... it easily stands out. Agudo’s mask has a predatory smile with two points protruding downwards implying fangs. Where his eyes should be are six horizontal slits spouting outwards from the center of the mask. Aside from that it is unadorned, without any other molding and no color to speak of.
Hollow Skills:
Trait[/b]
Name[/u] Araña de Seda
Level[/u]: Very Low
Description[/u]: Agudo allows his limbs to release trails of Reiatsu that quickly solidifies into threads. The transparent razor sharp threads trail behind him, floating lightly on the air, but clinging to any object they come into contact with. When something comes into contact with the threads, they adhere to the object and that is all. But, with a thought the threads can become razor sharp and if the object is pulled away before the threads fade, it will be cut, as if it had been dragged across very fine razor wire. Without actual pressure it won't cut much, just enough to get through the first few layers of skin, though if someone were to drag their hand across it, putting pressure on it, the cut would be deeper. A single thread on it's own is easily broken, requiring no more than 25lbs of force to be torn.
The threads are composed of his own Reiatsu and the ends fade as they get longer, disappearing completely at about 20 feet. Through the Reiatsu in his threads Agudo can sense anything that comes into contact with his threads, and although at times this can be confusing, usually movement is obvious.
Restrictions[/u]:
Resgarvida:
History: As a human, Agudo had been known as Andre. In his youth, he was a business tycoon, rich beyond most people’s imagination. He had enough money to buy and sell people like livestock. And when you can afford anything you want, you quickly learn that it’s more fun to toy with average humans than anything you could ever own.
As such, anyone who could see past his charismatic persona could tell that he truly a cruel hearted person. Because as much as he enjoyed buying people, paying to do what he wanted them to do for his amusement. Andre enjoyed playing with their emotions much, much more. Over the years he had many victims... but one stood out among them as his downfall.
For a long time he flirted with his secretary, spending months grooming her for a single night of sex. Eventually she complied, despite the wedding band on her finger. Then he proceeded to torment her with her infidelity, until eventually she had a nervous breakdown. Bored with her, he had her fired and moved on with his life. He heard later, as a point of passing interest, that she had killed herself a few years after he had dismissed her... the thought only tinged his conscience for a moment before he forgot her again.
He had other projects by then, ways of increasing his wealth by taking it from others. Ruthless and efficient, he was thoroughly satisfied with his life. He spent years amassing his wealth. Carefully building up an empire. And when he was at his financial prime he could do anything! But by that time, he was bored of it all, too old to do anything truly interesting, but all the money in the world to do it.
He spent much of his time idly wasting his money, just because he could. There was no cure for old age... and he didn’t have much interest in finding one... cryogenics and miracle cures were for fools, and Andre wasn’t afraid of pointing it out. He was an angry and rather bitter oldman... adding much to the stereotype. He was rich and could afford to pay lawyers just long enough to get anyone prosecuting him to leave him alone until he died. Afterall, what did he care about what happened when he was dead. Andre never believed in an afterlife.
On one of his rare excursions into society Andre ran into a girl whose face sparked a faint memory... but he paid it no mind. He had known a lot of people in his life... most of them were useless.
When he met the girls eyes however he saw recognition... and anger, but that was common. What wasn’t, was the grim pleasure she seemed to take in seeing him.
“Andre, you don’t know me... but you knew my mother.” The girl was standing in front of him, and didn’t seem inclined to leave him alone.
“Whatever young woman, I’m sure I did, but I have better things to do that to listen to you reminisce about whatever nonsense you intend to spout.” He tried to push past her, but the young woman seemed resolute.
“You see, she used to work for you, up untill the moment you fucked her and tossed her aside once you had finished with your fun.”
Andre faintly remembered the woman... but felt only a very small pang of guilt. He didn’t much care that he had indirectly ended the life of this young woman’s mother.
“See, she was married at the time, and before she killed herself wrought with guilt, she had a child... who of course looked nothing like the man she was married to. In fact, it was entirely likely that she was the daughter of her employer... 9 months since that one encounter and a child comes. She killed herself soon after, attempting to take her child with her. Thankfully her husband managed to save the little babe, even if the woman was already too far gone.”
She offered her hand to Andre, who took it without really thinking. “Hello Mr. Repose, meet your long lost daughter. We met by chance... but I knew who you were from the picture my mother had. You had always felt guilt for the pain you caused my mother... and the thought that a child might arise from the union was too much.” Andre winced as he felt his chest throb painfully. “Unfortunately the revelation that you had a daughter was too much for your poor old heart. It gave out at the revelation... and you died cradled in my arms with tears in your eyes. As I watched the life seep out of you, I cried that our reunion would be so short. Fortunately you left me a gift in attempt to make up for your treachery with my mother. You left your estate to me, in this will.” She pulled out a forged will as Andre began to collapse. She caught him with ease.
“Bitch... what... did you... do!?” He was breathing hard, he could barely get the words out.
“Don’t worry, even if this will dosen’t get accepted, whatever is left of your wealth will end up with me anyway, my lawyers assure me that you don’t actually have a will of your own.” She smiled even as tears started coming from her eyes... she was a convincing actress. “Help! Help! IT’s my dad! He’s having a heart attack! We just met, somone call the ambulance, I don’t want our time together to end so quickly!” She poured the distress of a grieving daughter into her cry, acting every bit the distraught little girl. But when she leaned forward, her hair hiding her face, she smiled once more. “Goodbye Father.”
When he next truly regained his senses, he was a hollow.
He felt an amazing combination of wonder and rage. Wonder that he was once more strong and fast... even if his new form was terrifying. Anger that he had been murdered... even if he did think the audacity the bitch had shown was impressive. How he wanted to tear her heart out of her chest, to feed on her soul! But that wasn’t about to happen... he had no idea where to find her. So instead he took his anger out on those he could find.
The first kill is always memorable; Agudo’s first was a child walking through a park with his father. It was almost too easy, and the rush the hollow felt was amazing. The child screamed as Agudo pierced him... as the hollow skewered the boys limbs and laughed. Agudo let the child bleed almost into unconsciousness before he tore out the child’s heart and consumed his soul. He was a monster, an invisible form dripping with blood, turning to a father who had just seen his only son ripped open. Agudo took his time with the man... ensuring that his second kill lasted much longer than his first had.
With two kills under his belt, Agudo felt the need for more... more deaths, more souls. He was hungry. He didn’t discriminate, though he did make a point of massacring and devouring the souls of anyone who had worked in the office building he had worked at a life time ago. He took pleasure in taking souls, but eventually, the souls of humans stopped satisfying him... he wanted more.
Age: 66
Gender: Male
Hollow Type: Hollow
Rank: 0
Specialists: Velocidad-Master (Sonido 5)
Appearance: As a hollow, Agudo is everything he wasn’t as a mere human. He is no longer short and aging, where he was once slow and infirm, he is now agile and strong. Each movement allows him to demonstrate this, and is never in one place long, quickly moving from one place to another.
As a hollow, Agudo is thin and elongated, agile and quick. As a human he was forever tripping and falling as bipeds do, but as a hollow he is perfectly balanced with an additional two legs. Each of his legs possesses three separate joints, the additional joints make it much easier to move about without human limitations. Each leg tapers down to a razor point and he is quick to devious out at others with them, just as steady on three legs as he is on two.
His torso is narrow, bulging outward just enough to make room for what used to be his heart. From the sides of that gaping hole, sprout his arms, spindly long and each possessing three joints, their length and the ease with which me moves them grants him an advantage in battle. He doesn’t have much for palms, but from the end of each of his arms sprout 5 sharp digits that resemble needles more than actual fingers despite their articulation.
Dismissing his alien body, a hollows most prominent feature is obviously their mask, on a black body... it easily stands out. Agudo’s mask has a predatory smile with two points protruding downwards implying fangs. Where his eyes should be are six horizontal slits spouting outwards from the center of the mask. Aside from that it is unadorned, without any other molding and no color to speak of.
Hollow Skills:
Trait[/b]
Name[/u] Araña de Seda
Level[/u]: Very Low
Description[/u]: Agudo allows his limbs to release trails of Reiatsu that quickly solidifies into threads. The transparent razor sharp threads trail behind him, floating lightly on the air, but clinging to any object they come into contact with. When something comes into contact with the threads, they adhere to the object and that is all. But, with a thought the threads can become razor sharp and if the object is pulled away before the threads fade, it will be cut, as if it had been dragged across very fine razor wire. Without actual pressure it won't cut much, just enough to get through the first few layers of skin, though if someone were to drag their hand across it, putting pressure on it, the cut would be deeper. A single thread on it's own is easily broken, requiring no more than 25lbs of force to be torn.
The threads are composed of his own Reiatsu and the ends fade as they get longer, disappearing completely at about 20 feet. Through the Reiatsu in his threads Agudo can sense anything that comes into contact with his threads, and although at times this can be confusing, usually movement is obvious.
Restrictions[/u]:
Resgarvida:
History: As a human, Agudo had been known as Andre. In his youth, he was a business tycoon, rich beyond most people’s imagination. He had enough money to buy and sell people like livestock. And when you can afford anything you want, you quickly learn that it’s more fun to toy with average humans than anything you could ever own.
As such, anyone who could see past his charismatic persona could tell that he truly a cruel hearted person. Because as much as he enjoyed buying people, paying to do what he wanted them to do for his amusement. Andre enjoyed playing with their emotions much, much more. Over the years he had many victims... but one stood out among them as his downfall.
For a long time he flirted with his secretary, spending months grooming her for a single night of sex. Eventually she complied, despite the wedding band on her finger. Then he proceeded to torment her with her infidelity, until eventually she had a nervous breakdown. Bored with her, he had her fired and moved on with his life. He heard later, as a point of passing interest, that she had killed herself a few years after he had dismissed her... the thought only tinged his conscience for a moment before he forgot her again.
He had other projects by then, ways of increasing his wealth by taking it from others. Ruthless and efficient, he was thoroughly satisfied with his life. He spent years amassing his wealth. Carefully building up an empire. And when he was at his financial prime he could do anything! But by that time, he was bored of it all, too old to do anything truly interesting, but all the money in the world to do it.
He spent much of his time idly wasting his money, just because he could. There was no cure for old age... and he didn’t have much interest in finding one... cryogenics and miracle cures were for fools, and Andre wasn’t afraid of pointing it out. He was an angry and rather bitter oldman... adding much to the stereotype. He was rich and could afford to pay lawyers just long enough to get anyone prosecuting him to leave him alone until he died. Afterall, what did he care about what happened when he was dead. Andre never believed in an afterlife.
On one of his rare excursions into society Andre ran into a girl whose face sparked a faint memory... but he paid it no mind. He had known a lot of people in his life... most of them were useless.
When he met the girls eyes however he saw recognition... and anger, but that was common. What wasn’t, was the grim pleasure she seemed to take in seeing him.
“Andre, you don’t know me... but you knew my mother.” The girl was standing in front of him, and didn’t seem inclined to leave him alone.
“Whatever young woman, I’m sure I did, but I have better things to do that to listen to you reminisce about whatever nonsense you intend to spout.” He tried to push past her, but the young woman seemed resolute.
“You see, she used to work for you, up untill the moment you fucked her and tossed her aside once you had finished with your fun.”
Andre faintly remembered the woman... but felt only a very small pang of guilt. He didn’t much care that he had indirectly ended the life of this young woman’s mother.
“See, she was married at the time, and before she killed herself wrought with guilt, she had a child... who of course looked nothing like the man she was married to. In fact, it was entirely likely that she was the daughter of her employer... 9 months since that one encounter and a child comes. She killed herself soon after, attempting to take her child with her. Thankfully her husband managed to save the little babe, even if the woman was already too far gone.”
She offered her hand to Andre, who took it without really thinking. “Hello Mr. Repose, meet your long lost daughter. We met by chance... but I knew who you were from the picture my mother had. You had always felt guilt for the pain you caused my mother... and the thought that a child might arise from the union was too much.” Andre winced as he felt his chest throb painfully. “Unfortunately the revelation that you had a daughter was too much for your poor old heart. It gave out at the revelation... and you died cradled in my arms with tears in your eyes. As I watched the life seep out of you, I cried that our reunion would be so short. Fortunately you left me a gift in attempt to make up for your treachery with my mother. You left your estate to me, in this will.” She pulled out a forged will as Andre began to collapse. She caught him with ease.
“Bitch... what... did you... do!?” He was breathing hard, he could barely get the words out.
“Don’t worry, even if this will dosen’t get accepted, whatever is left of your wealth will end up with me anyway, my lawyers assure me that you don’t actually have a will of your own.” She smiled even as tears started coming from her eyes... she was a convincing actress. “Help! Help! IT’s my dad! He’s having a heart attack! We just met, somone call the ambulance, I don’t want our time together to end so quickly!” She poured the distress of a grieving daughter into her cry, acting every bit the distraught little girl. But when she leaned forward, her hair hiding her face, she smiled once more. “Goodbye Father.”
When he next truly regained his senses, he was a hollow.
He felt an amazing combination of wonder and rage. Wonder that he was once more strong and fast... even if his new form was terrifying. Anger that he had been murdered... even if he did think the audacity the bitch had shown was impressive. How he wanted to tear her heart out of her chest, to feed on her soul! But that wasn’t about to happen... he had no idea where to find her. So instead he took his anger out on those he could find.
The first kill is always memorable; Agudo’s first was a child walking through a park with his father. It was almost too easy, and the rush the hollow felt was amazing. The child screamed as Agudo pierced him... as the hollow skewered the boys limbs and laughed. Agudo let the child bleed almost into unconsciousness before he tore out the child’s heart and consumed his soul. He was a monster, an invisible form dripping with blood, turning to a father who had just seen his only son ripped open. Agudo took his time with the man... ensuring that his second kill lasted much longer than his first had.
With two kills under his belt, Agudo felt the need for more... more deaths, more souls. He was hungry. He didn’t discriminate, though he did make a point of massacring and devouring the souls of anyone who had worked in the office building he had worked at a life time ago. He took pleasure in taking souls, but eventually, the souls of humans stopped satisfying him... he wanted more.
