Post by Alejandro on Jun 8, 2009 2:41:38 GMT 1
. A l e j a n d r o .
[/u][/color]Age: 127
Gender: Male
Hollow Type: Vacuo
Rank: 2
Specialists: Velocidad Master
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. a p p e a r a n c e .
The Hollow :: Alejandro’s hollow form is distinctly inhuman. Scythed, wing-like appendages take the place of arms, existing both as a means of transportation and as weapons. His torso is thick and eel-like, tapering off to a point in the same fashion as a snake. From head to tail his length measures at thirteen feet, and his wings, once fully extended, measure twice that length. Tiny feathers cover his form, further infusing his essence with avian-like properties, though he maintains the "draped in darkness" appearance that most Hollow's covet. His hollow mask further conforms to this motif - its design mimic wings themselves. Decidedly sinister, the mouth of the mask is lined with rows of aciculate teeth, but they protrude outward into a point, reminiscent of a beak. Six equidistance black lines jut angrily across the mask, falling diagonally from the upper edges of the construct - the tips of the “wings”, if you will. They end just above the beak/mask of the mask.
The Gillian :: The strength of his will enables a very similar appearance to his normal visage, save for a massive increase in size. Alejandro grows from his length of thirteen feet to double that size, and his wingspan follows suit. Every appendage grows exponentially, including the Hollow hole centered in his chest.
The Adjuchas :: As an Adjuchas class Hollow, his avian features maintain their strength, though the are circumvented by more humanoid accomodations. His entire form is encased in a bone like substance, seemingly evolved from his previous feather-like protrustions. His mask morphs to truly resemble the majestic countenance of a falcon, sleek and angular, with wide, angry red eyes. His wings slide backward to relocate more towars what would be the upper back, allowing arms to sprout from his shoulders. He shrinks in size as well, even smaller than his original form, dropping to only nine feet in height. The relationship between wing span and height remains the same, with the heavenly appendages totalling a span of eighteen feet.
The Arrancar :: Hunger abated and mask shattered, Alejandro progresses to the epitome of the Adjuchas, realizing the ambition of many sentient Hollows - humanity. The features he maintained before his demise are regenerated to pristine condition, even lacking the starved appearance he carried into death. Slim and wiry, Alejandro depicts and aura of agile intention, draped in robes of the purest white. His bronze toned face is framed by moderately curly black locks, giving him a rather boyish appearance, masking the monster beneath. His Hollow mask is a mere shadow of its former self, covering hardly a fraction of his face. It closely resembles the wing of a dove with ridges for feathers and an eyehole to allow for sight. His wings are discarded in this form, vanishing to realms unknown. His hole moves to his left hand, though the odd manner of glove he sports veils the mark of his inhumanity.
. r a s g a r v i d a .
Appearance: Halcón seems no more than an ornamental daikatana. The blade measures seventy centimeters in length, with a handle length of twenty five centimeters. A short length [ twelve centimetes ] of the blade itself is a dark obsidian, in direct opposition to the white steel the weapon appears to be forged from. Instead of a standard guard, the daikatana instead has a ring of sharp feather-like protrusions to serve as a guard. It appears to be an expertly crafted weapon.
Release Form: Once released, Alejandro regains the most fearsome aspect of his Hollow form while maintaining a relatively human structure. His partial mask extends to cover his entire form, sprouting spike like protrusions from his spine that grow into a montrous, ridged, dangerously tipped tail. Seraphic wings grow from his shoulders, each feather sharp and jagged with the strength to slice through flesh. The mask covers his ribs, chest, and shoulders, equally jagged in comparison to his wings, seemingly imitating the structure of a skeleton. His clothing changes as well, morphing into a skin tight black body suit that flares outward as it nears the feet. Unlinke a great deal of released Arrancar, he retains his weapon once released, or atleast an imitation of it. His choice of weapon is a vaguely katana-shaped lance of bone, complete with pommel, guard and all.
Release Phrase: "Cry for me, Halcón!" "Llantas para me, Halcón!"
Abilities: Will be submitted at a later date
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- Sonido - 11
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Level: Average
Description: Alejandro releases a bloodcurdling wail designed specifically to disorient his opponents. Reiatsu amasses over the mouth of his hollow mask - upon release, it blasts forth in a near visible wave of sound energy that causes intense, debiliatating vibrations in the cranium of whomever hears it. The waves induce nausea, blurred vision, and stinging pain. The energy travels in a conular shape, growing in a range the further it travels. As the ability is sound based, the deaf are unaffected by Grito. The severity of disorientation is directly related to Alejandro's own strength - at its weakest, Grito only mildly disorients an opponent for a few seconds at best. As Alejandro progresses in class, the strength and range of Grito increases greatly.
- Hollow - 1-2 seconds of disorientation; 15 meters; mild pain
- Gillian - 3-6 seconds of disorientation; 30 meters; discomforting pain
- Adjuchas - 7-11 seconds of disorientation; 45 meters; distressing pain
- Arrancar - 12-17 seconds of disorientation; 60 meters; intense pain
- Ressurecion - 18-24 seconds of disorientation; 75 meters; severe pain
- Segundo Etapa - 25-32 seconds of disorientation; 90 meters; excrutiating pain
Restrictions: Must be Alejandro
Name: Serenata [ Serenade ]
Level: Moderate
Description: It is a skill in direct opposition to Grito, and far more effective, though much less hazardous towards enemies. Alejandro infuses his voice with Reiryoku to restore it to the previous rich tenor he maintained in his past life, the nature of the spiritual energy imbuing the melodious sound with slightly suggestive qualities, bring about a spell of comfortable lethargy. The song lulls your very soul to sleep in a fashion, hindering action and ushering the listener into a europhic, drunken stupor, almost as if under the influence of a drug. The strength of the skill depends on Alejandro's Animo rank and Hollow Class, and increases exponentially as he grows. The effects of the song last only as long as Alejandro sings - depending on his skill, the effects of the technique linger on for a few seconds: three as an Animo non-specialist, four as a Animo specialist, and five as an Animo master. The higher Alejandros rank, skill, and class, the quicker the song starts to effect the listener. Furthermore, the longer the period of "intoxication", the more severe the feeling is. The skill to effectively defeat Serenata increases depending upon the listeners ability with their spiritual energy. Obviously, it will be more difficult to defeat for a non-specialist or a specialist, depending on Alejandro's skill. It's nature - that of invoking a euphoric feeling - makes it harder to combat than pain oriented techniques. The range of the attack is governed by the locale - the technique is truly naught but a highly effective lullaby, and thus, is only hindered by the natural obstructors of sound. This skill can be more effective if used after Grito, due to the nature of the attack - an already addled brain is more easily susceptible to Serenata. If the listener sustains damage while under the effects of the technique, the normal consciousness is returned and the technique ends.
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. h i s t o r y .
Alejandro’s mortal death was a tragic event, encompassing three excruciating years spent in a hovel, and finally, the climax of his existence on a bright, breezy summer day. The boy had been prepared for death from the onset, fully believing that he had been damned by God himself. Without food or clothing, he and his parents existed as naught but beggars, the forgotten scions of the enlightened, left to wallow in their stinking feces. Sustenance was forever scarce, though warmth was easily acquired - as if to laugh at their predicament, he and his family never saw a rainy day, each morning accented with a bright sun and a clear sky. Even the earth herself cared nothing of their plight, and that stance was further expanded by the manner of Alejandro’s death.
In the days prior his parents had wasted away, imploring him to feed from their flesh and gain sustenance. The youth abhorred such a task, instead wishing to die with his loved ones… but god laughed, and granted him life. Finally, when all had seemed lost, priests appeared with their book of lies and their fake smiles, feeding him and cleaning him, transforming him into an entirely different entity. Angry, embittered, and oh so sad, Alejandro spent many a hour regarding the sun with his pain filled gaze, wondering why. Why did Gaea remain so beautiful when he himself felt so ugly? The priests had not arrived before the greatest sin could be committed, and every day when he gazed at the sky, he saw his mothers face, frozen in death, as he plucked meat from her flesh and fed on it vicariously.
But then death arrived to save him from his plight in the form of a masked marauder. A hollow. The creature was decidedly stronger than the average cretin; it sunk into his bed at night and wrapped him in its sweet embrace, caressing him till the stink of death became intolerable. His fear of retribution halted any thought of crossing over - how could he, when he had consumed the beings who’d birthed him? Further damning occurred in the severing of his Chain of Fate, further accelerating his fall. His rebirth as a hollow came with a resurgence of those old emotions - of an intense, driving hunger that knew no bounds, pushing him to feed. His first victim was the instrument of his demise, and the next… the priests.
But still the hunger did not cease, and in his search for more, his predicament became apparent to himself. Questions overcame all; bereft of the very essence that made him human, he could do naught but wander and seek to cease the gnawing hunger that ate at him each and every second of each and every day. He needed to ascend...
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