Post by Ludateje on Nov 13, 2010 8:31:55 GMT 1
Name: Ildefons Cañonazo
Age: 117 [Died 27]
Gender: Male
Hollow Type:
Rank: 0
Specialists: Ánimo Master
History:
What is a person's history but a list of the sorrows they've endured?
[/center]Human Life
Ildefons had the perfect life. He was young, 27, and at the prime of his life. Against all odds, he'd found the love of his life at such a young age. Her name was Hermosa and true to it, she was the most beautiful woman Ildefonso had ever seen. [Hermosa is Spanish for "Beautiful"] It was as deep a love as one could hope for. Each was a half that completed the other. Ildefons was never happier in his entire life.
Recently, they bought a house together. They had just finished moving all their things in and it really felt like a home. It was a new neighborhood in an unfamiliar part of town. It didn't concern them, the house was a great deal and they loved the idea of a fresh start for their new life together. Life was great. Each had a steady job with good pay, they even talked about children.
One night, shortly after getting settled, the couple was at home, nestled comfortably in each others arms watching TV. Their favorite show was playing and they were quite content to simply be close and watch it. A sharp crashing noise interrupted their quiet evening. "It must be the cat." Ildefons said as he reluctantly got up from the couch. "I'll go see what it broke, keep my spot warm for me." He added with a smile to his wife. Hermosa blew a kiss at him before he went off to investigate the kitchen. Had he known this was the last time he'd ever touch his wife, he'd have lingered a bit longer.
In the kitchen, there was no cat to be found. Broken glass littered the floor and the back door was ajar. "What's going on?" He didn't have much time to think. Suddenly his vision was robbed from him; something had been placed over his head. He tried to yell but couldn't find the strength. His head was light and his consciousness was slowly slipping away. The last thing he heard was his wife screaming for help.
"Wake up." A dull pain shot through Ildefons's head as he was struck. He opened his eyes, only to be greeted by darkness. He was blindfolded. "Let's see what the bitch knows first." Ildefons's mind raced. What were they going to do to his wife? Nothing pleasant came to mind. Beatings, torture, rape, he shook with fear and helplessness. He struggled uselessly; the ropes held him firmly to the chair.
"What did you do with the stuff?" A sharp smacking sound reached Ildefons's ears. They were trying to beat information out of her. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Hermosa pleaded. "Please, let us go!" This time there was more of a duller sound, the sound of a fist colliding with cheekbone. "The drugs bitch! What did you do with them?" Again she knew nothing, again she was struck.
The interrogation went on. Ildefons struggled against the restraints with all his might. He couldn't sit here anymore. Every cry from his wife pushed him closer and closer to the breaking point. He had to save her. He had to do something, yet he was bound.
The ropes mocked him. The love of his life was mere yards from him being beaten savagely, and yet these ropes kept him away. Why wasn't he strong enough? Why couldn't he snap these ropes? They were nothing compared to his rage, but his body refused to break them. These ropes, these coils of fibers, would be the death of his love.
"That's it." The man's voice was irate. "Take his blind fold, we're getting answers now." Ildefons felt a rough hand grab the front of his blind fold and tear it off. Light poured into his eyes, blinding him momentarily. Slowly, a dark room entered his vision. The walls were grey and appeared to be made of sheet metal. Wooden boxes were stacked on shelves all around. It was a warehouse on the water front, on the other side of town.
"Look here." The voice called, Ildefons dreaded what he would see as his gaze fell in front of him. There sat his wife, bound to a chair similar to his. Her face was bloody, her nose crooked, and her body shook with her sobs. A sharp click drew Ildefons's attention. A handgun was pressed into her temple, cocked and ready to fire.
"You have one chance to tell us where the drugs are." The masked man barked, making it a point to push the barrel into Hermosa's head. Ildefons stared blankly at the gun, too shocked to think. His wife's death was a mere trigger pull away. He had no information for the masked people. If he lied, he knew they'd check before they let them go. "We don't know where your drugs are, we just moved in!"[/color] he pleaded. Surely they had some sense. Surely they'd realize they had made a mistake.
"Kill her." The words were simple and cold. Ildefons had little time to process what was going on. All he could muster was a shout. "Ildefons!"[/color]
Appearance:
At his current state, Ildefons is a Basic Hollow.
Hollow Skill:
Resgarvida: Unknown
