Vrai [Hollow]

[hiroko]

Name –

Vrai Dieu

Age --

136

Gender --

Male

Hollow Type --

Vacuo

Rank --

0

Specialists --


..o b r e r o

Gobernar [Master]

..c o r t e

Non-especialista [Non spec]

..v e l o c i d a d

Non-especialista [Non-spec]

-- Tres.

..a n i m o

Non- especialista [Non-Spec]

Appearance:

]As one would in a childs nightmare.

Hollow:

His appearance as a hollow is one of sheer disgust to those who are only accustomed to the sites of your everyday human, regardless how they look. In height he is a towering 17 feet, easily over shadowing most known obstacle his path, said obstacle being creatures created by mother nature. His body is shaped like that over an overly large Gorilla, though, that would be what one could call a base. As one continues to grace upon his figure will one notice the enormous chest upon the creature, followed by the enormous arms and legs which are up to their proportions. As powerful as it seems, it still lacks power compared to those around him, though, he's not measly weak or anything of the sort. The base shade of the creature is one of a rather sickly purple, one that seems to be in a combination of a moss green and royal purple. The mask of the creature is one that seems to suit its appearance. A round cranium top like that of a monkey's, though, the bottom seems to reflect of his past appearance due to how it is shaped like facial hair would be. The only other thing to say is that the eyes of this creature are a rather piercing yellow. Brighter then they are dark.

Gllian:

Not much can be said about his Gillian appearance, other then increase on his side, and the apparent sharpening of his shoulders. His height goes from 17 feet, to a whopping 39 feet at this point. His body adjusts to the correct proportions as well.

Adujchas

At this state shall Vrai reduce in his size, shrinking to about 12 actual feet, no where near as large as he had previously been. His body to chance from a disgusting color combination to a light shade of blue, and bones which seem to erect from from his shoulders completely, each at the length of about three feet, and jagged on the front sides. Upon his knuckles one will find sharp erect bones in the shape of a cone, each one to rest upon his phalanges, though, not on the thumb. The bones measure at a length of six inches, and the added strength only appears to make his punches deadlier. At this state, he can walk perfectly upon two fet, though, he tends to walk upon hands, as one could imagine. Though, his legs appear to be a tad smaller then his torso, though, that is to blamed on the strength of this creature itself.

Arrancer

When the strength granted by the gods to remove his mask becomes available, all things seem to change. Upon removal from his mask will his figure change that to a large humanoid, one that would match that of his previous life, though, his mask retains the shape of an eye patch upon his left eye. His appearance is that of a man. A chiseled jaw line to be decorated with soft dark hairs that run across his jaw line, and his jaw line only, the rest of it to be nearly clean. Emerald eyes appear to stand out the most, piercing through ones body, to their soul. His hair is long and a deep shade of Onyx, it retains a wavy pattern which follows all around. Its length is to that of his shoulder blades. His figure is a large one, muscles appear to be toned to a grand extent, and skin to match a darkened Carmel in the sunlight. His cloths consists of the original hollow wear, though, opened in the front to allow greater freedom in mobility. As body hair goes, it isn't in grand extend, but, exists upon the regions one would imagine. The legs of his suit fit the classification of 'bell bottoms'.

Note: All appearances have the hollow hole resting under his right pectoralis

Hollow Skill:


Name:Schiacciare [Smash]
Level: Average
Description: Using his own Reitsu in combination with his physical strength will Vrai being to wind up his fist in a windmill sort of fashion. After 2 seconds of winding will Vrai unleash it full strength. Thanks to the combination of momentum, strength, and Reitsu, Vrai holds the ability to shatter bones and the likes, though, it varies by class itself. At its first class it holds the ability to knock back three meters, and it increases by three until 'Segunda Estapa', capping out at 18 Meters.
Restrictions: Must be Vrai



Resgarvida:

Name Mondiale [Earth]
Appearance: The appearance of this said weapon is one that masks its form around a rather old looking cutlass. The blade itself is one made of steel, as most would be. The blade is curved slightly, helping to fight the description of said weapon much better, though, it appears to be sharpest on its edge. The hilt and guard of the blade are fancy ones in-deed. Decorative accents seem to run up the copper hilt of the old blade, swirling in the fashion of a loose paint-brush in an artists hand. The guard itself seems to hold a similar art, and extends outward, slightly. Running up the blade one will find a rose pattern, rather then matching accents.
Release Form: When released will the mask once again retain its original appearance, though, this time the nose to fit one of Gorilla. His body itself begins to morph completely. The large arms of a beast that he had once held appear to return completely, only this time are they laid about with bones for added defense which extends to new levels. The very legs of Vrai seem to double in their size, let alone their strength, his foot wear changing to something that consists of sharp bones at the end, used for attack, as one would imagine. The knuckles which had once rested upon his hands now return.
Release Phrase: Clavar para miedo, Mondiale!
Abilities: I'll submit em when I get to that point.


History:



The tale of Vrai is a rather simple one. Beginning at his birth had be been birthed into a family that struggled to pay for its livings. A family which would suffer through turmoil countless times, a family that would do its best to remain strong, though, one could only take so much before the weight of the world would become only but a burden in ones mind. And with that would his father die at a young age, a tumor to have been his cause of stress-- repressed feelings and memories to cause odd chemicals in his body. At this point he had been about three, it had really been but a vague thought in his mind, in his memory, but, he knew it had existed. With that would he and his mother be left homeless, to be left as street beggars upon the cold streets of the night. 'Twas a hard time, and thus would the boy be left unschooled, though, the education granted to him by the streets had been the only thing he had needed. To be honest, he was slightly content, he had his mothers love, and she had his, he had someone to talk to, and someone to fall back to when the times turned tough, that was only for so long.

At the age of seven would his mother die. It would be a cold night, the heavens to cry and shout, and the smell of rain to linger about. His mother had been sick now, going to the most uncanny of places to look for dumped money, or valuables that had been forgotten, though, what she would catch was malaria, and all he could do was watch at a distance. The urge to cry was powerful, though, he would fight it, even if his eyes had begun to watered. He'd simply watch, and with one final word spoken would his eyes spout fountains; “I love you”. His mother was now gone too, and he was left alone to fend for himself, though, he would live. On the streets would he continue a daily routine, though he would be by his lonesome. His heart would ache, and his eyes would redden as he would see what he had pass by him in the street everyday-- a loving family. Though, he would keep those emotions, after all, letting them out would only halt in his collecting.

It would only continue, until he would turn 9, and from there would he become a construction worker, becoming rather strong in a young age. Though, his body itself had been weak, a lack of nutrition had been what had held him back, but, he would fight this feeling, for he had done so since th beginning of life. Day after day would he lift large cinder blocks, would he clear streets of large junk, or even of the measly thing. It was a tedious job, but, it kept him happy, and it fed him. As he would continue this would the fail boy grow to a large man. At the age of 17 he towered over his peers, even though his past had remained in tact, though, even his new strength hadn't filled that void. Though, on the job had he held enemies, men who had been rather offended on how a street-urchin had held the ability to make a higher pay rise, and for that would there be turmoil on the work grounds.

Though, even if his appearance had changed, his feelings had remained them same. He would be one to visit the shoe-box burial of his mother in the cemetery, saving money to be able to give her a proper grave, though, that would never happen. His fate would be morphed, and his innocent visit would be his last hour of life. His head turned away, and suing down, memories to flash upon his mind as he would recall the precious moments in his life, though, while he would do that would he feel a sharp pain, but, only for a second. His eyes to shoot open, and blood to spurt from his mouth. The pain would leave, only to be followed by his life, though, his soul would stay. Enraged and angry at the world he was. The docile being of Vrai had been over-ridden by his shear emotions. All the things in life he could never had only angered him more, a mother, a father, a house to call his own-- and now the cemetery that would for both him and his mother? To be crushed by the sledge hammer of a smith. His soul condemned to stay on earth as a thing of hate, as a thing of anger, and eventually, would the male become a Hollow. His strength to take the form of an equally strong creature, and to roam both Hueco mundo, and the planet earth. A hunger to be feed by emotions, and to be held to the earth by a feeling of sheer hate

[Takuya]

HULK SMASH!

ASSBONES!

Accepted.