Post by Neva on Jun 16, 2009 2:53:47 GMT 1
Neva Murciélago
[/i][/u]Age:
133
Gender:
Female
Hollow Type:
Vacuo
Rank:
1
Specialists:
Obrero Master
Corte Non-Specialist
Velocidad Non-Specialist [Sonido: 4]
Animo Non-Specialist
Corte Non-Specialist
Velocidad Non-Specialist [Sonido: 4]
Animo Non-Specialist
Appearance:
Hollow
Neva’s appearance, while slightly humanoid, could be better compared to the desert-dwelling Thorny Devil. Though occasionally rearing up on hind legs to strike or fight, the Hollow is mostly a quadruped. There is very little to show of her gender, except when she speaks. The tone is heard in a split voice, as if two people were speaking the words she wished to say. The skull upon her shoulders is angular as the mentioned reptile, spines littering her cranium in vast numbers, though the one upon her snout is much larger than the rest. Deadly fangs fill the mouth of the beast, though such weapons are usually only exposed when feeding, or if there is an opportune moment to bite. Additional spines litter her body, seemingly thrown about in random places, composed of the same bone that her mask is. Her claws house multiple sweeping spines, making each one like a serrated blade. Standing upright, the female is roughly eight feet tall. From the tip of her nose to the end of her tail, she is fourteen feet long. A large hole, present on all Hollow’s, can be seen through her stomach.
Gillian
Very little changes in the stage between Hollow and Adjuchas, save for the dramatic size increase. It nearly triples, the entity now standing at a mighty twenty five feet. Her mask simplifies, the mouth opening vanishing, and the spines reducing their numbers until only five remain. Her body is cloaked head to toe in a massive veil of black, but the clawed hands and feet will occasionally emerge to attack. However, her tail is no longer present.
Adjuchas
After eating her fill of souls, Neva seems to, mostly, revert back to her original Hollow form, albeit quite a bit smaller. She now stands at six foot, appearing much more human, and curvature that makes her female gender much more obvious. Her tail is present once more, though a good deal shorter at only two feet. Like black hair can be seen growing from beneath the mask, running down her back. The spines on her body are drastically less in number when compared to her original Hollow body, but they are still present, mainly upon her shoulders, forearms and tail. Within the open eye sockets of her mask, two dim orange eyes can be seen, glimmering like smoldering coals.
Arrancar
Fie upon the day when the serpent sheds its skin. When the devil’s mask is shattered, the face of a sly temptress replaces it. Skin tanned to a golden brown covers the well defined muscles on the female’s body. Standing tall at 5’10, even males find themselves intimidated, regardless of any gender superiority they may feel. A sleek mane of ebony would, if let down, easily fall past the woman’s waist, but for the sake of convenience, the onyx tresses are kept back in a high pony tail. Her eyes are a fiery orange, slightly arched and holding a feral ferocity. Despite having lost her reptilian visage, her teeth retain an uncanny sharpness.
The remains of her mask adorn her head, giving the appearance of some kind of archaic battle helmet. A curved horn protrudes from her forehead, and an even longer one from her left cheek, swooping backwards. A small horn emerges from her left temple, sweeping just as the others do. From her right temple, just as her left, a horn swoops back, then a second behind that, and a final third, effectively protecting the top right of her cranium from most damage.
Wardrobe is the standard white all Arrancar are seen in, with slight modification to better suit her needs. The white haori has been modified into a collared halter top, but in the back, still holds the length it originally had. Her midriff is exposed, also revealing the hole in her stomach. The ivory hakama ride low on her hips, but not so far as to be risqué. The boots she wears extend up to her knees, with a two inch heel built into the sole.
Neva’s appearance, while slightly humanoid, could be better compared to the desert-dwelling Thorny Devil. Though occasionally rearing up on hind legs to strike or fight, the Hollow is mostly a quadruped. There is very little to show of her gender, except when she speaks. The tone is heard in a split voice, as if two people were speaking the words she wished to say. The skull upon her shoulders is angular as the mentioned reptile, spines littering her cranium in vast numbers, though the one upon her snout is much larger than the rest. Deadly fangs fill the mouth of the beast, though such weapons are usually only exposed when feeding, or if there is an opportune moment to bite. Additional spines litter her body, seemingly thrown about in random places, composed of the same bone that her mask is. Her claws house multiple sweeping spines, making each one like a serrated blade. Standing upright, the female is roughly eight feet tall. From the tip of her nose to the end of her tail, she is fourteen feet long. A large hole, present on all Hollow’s, can be seen through her stomach.
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Gillian
Very little changes in the stage between Hollow and Adjuchas, save for the dramatic size increase. It nearly triples, the entity now standing at a mighty twenty five feet. Her mask simplifies, the mouth opening vanishing, and the spines reducing their numbers until only five remain. Her body is cloaked head to toe in a massive veil of black, but the clawed hands and feet will occasionally emerge to attack. However, her tail is no longer present.
Adjuchas
After eating her fill of souls, Neva seems to, mostly, revert back to her original Hollow form, albeit quite a bit smaller. She now stands at six foot, appearing much more human, and curvature that makes her female gender much more obvious. Her tail is present once more, though a good deal shorter at only two feet. Like black hair can be seen growing from beneath the mask, running down her back. The spines on her body are drastically less in number when compared to her original Hollow body, but they are still present, mainly upon her shoulders, forearms and tail. Within the open eye sockets of her mask, two dim orange eyes can be seen, glimmering like smoldering coals.
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Arrancar
Fie upon the day when the serpent sheds its skin. When the devil’s mask is shattered, the face of a sly temptress replaces it. Skin tanned to a golden brown covers the well defined muscles on the female’s body. Standing tall at 5’10, even males find themselves intimidated, regardless of any gender superiority they may feel. A sleek mane of ebony would, if let down, easily fall past the woman’s waist, but for the sake of convenience, the onyx tresses are kept back in a high pony tail. Her eyes are a fiery orange, slightly arched and holding a feral ferocity. Despite having lost her reptilian visage, her teeth retain an uncanny sharpness.
The remains of her mask adorn her head, giving the appearance of some kind of archaic battle helmet. A curved horn protrudes from her forehead, and an even longer one from her left cheek, swooping backwards. A small horn emerges from her left temple, sweeping just as the others do. From her right temple, just as her left, a horn swoops back, then a second behind that, and a final third, effectively protecting the top right of her cranium from most damage.
Wardrobe is the standard white all Arrancar are seen in, with slight modification to better suit her needs. The white haori has been modified into a collared halter top, but in the back, still holds the length it originally had. Her midriff is exposed, also revealing the hole in her stomach. The ivory hakama ride low on her hips, but not so far as to be risqué. The boots she wears extend up to her knees, with a two inch heel built into the sole.
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Hollow Skill:
Fuerza [Force]
Level: Average-Very High
Description: Utilizing both brute force and reiatsu, Neva will focus on sending power to a specific part of her body, the arms and hands being the most common. After a certain amount of time is spent charging the attack, the power is released in a single, extremely powerful strike. A single turn of charging is enough to send a small tremor throughout the ground in a three meter radius, and, along with any injuries that may follow, knock a living person back a solid five meters. A charge up of three turns is enough to leave a two-inch crater at the point of impact spanning out in a two meter radius and a tremor in an additional three, but the consumption of energy is drastically higher. Along with the energy consumption, no attacks can be used while this technique is charging, unless it is, obviously, the building Fuerza. Doing such will nullify the charging attack, and waste the precious reiatsu. Charges cannot be held longer than the maximum will allow. (If she has only three charges, she can’t hold the attack for four) Just as attacking during the charge time, holding the attack longer than it can be causes the reiatsu to be wasted, and the attack to fail.
As she gains rank, the energy needed for these attacks becomes less, but the highest consumption will always be at the highest rank. (Ex. At rank 2, 5 charges will have a ‘very high’ consumption) The power of the new maximum charge adds two additional inches to the depth of the crater made, and one meter in radius. The amount of times this technique can be used depends on Neva’s rank, as well as how long the attack has been charged. At rank 0, the attack has a total of three ‘charges,’ with each rank gained adding an additional charge.
At rank 0, Neva may use a total of three attacks, if they are each only charged for one turn. 1 + 1 + 1 = 3. Alternatively, she may charge one attack for two turns, and then attack a second time when having only charged the strike for a single turn. 2 + 1 = 3. Finally, she can decide to put all of her faith in one strike, charging for three turns to release her only strike at maximum power. 3 = 3.
Restrictions: Unique to Neva.
Pinchar [Puncture]
Level: Average
Description: Obrero Master’s alone have much higher physical strength than other Hollow’s. However, their limbs lack the stabbing capabilities that another’s blade would. With proper training, the Hollow is able to focus their strength into a single, mighty strike, capable of piercing directly through certain materials, as if the very limb had become a blade. The depth and strength of the attacks are directly related to the Hollow’s level.
Basic Hollows are capable of puncturing through weak materials, such as human flesh or wood, to the depth of the knuckles on the hand.
Gillian level Hollows are capable of puncturing through more durable materials, such as cinder blocks and weaker metals like iron , up to their wrist.
Adjucha level Hollows are capable of puncturing through strong substances, such as granite and tempered steel, a distance equal to halfway up their forearm.
*Vastro Lorde level Hollows are capable of piercing through very strong materials, such as marble and titanium, up to their elbow. At this level, the hollow is also capable of physically breaking through Bakudo of up to rank 55
Arrancar level Hollows are capable of piercing through ridiculously durable substances, such as the Chobham armour on tanks, all the way up to their shoulders.
*If one is incapable of becoming a Vastro Lorde, then these abilities will be acquired at Arrancar level. The listed abilites for Arrancar will not be acquired.
The main drawback to this technique is a cool down period. Once the ability has been used, it takes a full turn of recovery before the ability can be used again. Strikes can also only be done in linear movements, and there’s always the risk of a limb becoming trapped in an unstable target.
Restrictions: Obrero Master.
Level: Average-Very High
Description: Utilizing both brute force and reiatsu, Neva will focus on sending power to a specific part of her body, the arms and hands being the most common. After a certain amount of time is spent charging the attack, the power is released in a single, extremely powerful strike. A single turn of charging is enough to send a small tremor throughout the ground in a three meter radius, and, along with any injuries that may follow, knock a living person back a solid five meters. A charge up of three turns is enough to leave a two-inch crater at the point of impact spanning out in a two meter radius and a tremor in an additional three, but the consumption of energy is drastically higher. Along with the energy consumption, no attacks can be used while this technique is charging, unless it is, obviously, the building Fuerza. Doing such will nullify the charging attack, and waste the precious reiatsu. Charges cannot be held longer than the maximum will allow. (If she has only three charges, she can’t hold the attack for four) Just as attacking during the charge time, holding the attack longer than it can be causes the reiatsu to be wasted, and the attack to fail.
As she gains rank, the energy needed for these attacks becomes less, but the highest consumption will always be at the highest rank. (Ex. At rank 2, 5 charges will have a ‘very high’ consumption) The power of the new maximum charge adds two additional inches to the depth of the crater made, and one meter in radius. The amount of times this technique can be used depends on Neva’s rank, as well as how long the attack has been charged. At rank 0, the attack has a total of three ‘charges,’ with each rank gained adding an additional charge.
At rank 0, Neva may use a total of three attacks, if they are each only charged for one turn. 1 + 1 + 1 = 3. Alternatively, she may charge one attack for two turns, and then attack a second time when having only charged the strike for a single turn. 2 + 1 = 3. Finally, she can decide to put all of her faith in one strike, charging for three turns to release her only strike at maximum power. 3 = 3.
Restrictions: Unique to Neva.
Pinchar [Puncture]
Level: Average
Description: Obrero Master’s alone have much higher physical strength than other Hollow’s. However, their limbs lack the stabbing capabilities that another’s blade would. With proper training, the Hollow is able to focus their strength into a single, mighty strike, capable of piercing directly through certain materials, as if the very limb had become a blade. The depth and strength of the attacks are directly related to the Hollow’s level.
Basic Hollows are capable of puncturing through weak materials, such as human flesh or wood, to the depth of the knuckles on the hand.
Gillian level Hollows are capable of puncturing through more durable materials, such as cinder blocks and weaker metals like iron , up to their wrist.
Adjucha level Hollows are capable of puncturing through strong substances, such as granite and tempered steel, a distance equal to halfway up their forearm.
*Vastro Lorde level Hollows are capable of piercing through very strong materials, such as marble and titanium, up to their elbow. At this level, the hollow is also capable of physically breaking through Bakudo of up to rank 55
Arrancar level Hollows are capable of piercing through ridiculously durable substances, such as the Chobham armour on tanks, all the way up to their shoulders.
*If one is incapable of becoming a Vastro Lorde, then these abilities will be acquired at Arrancar level. The listed abilites for Arrancar will not be acquired.
The main drawback to this technique is a cool down period. Once the ability has been used, it takes a full turn of recovery before the ability can be used again. Strikes can also only be done in linear movements, and there’s always the risk of a limb becoming trapped in an unstable target.
Restrictions: Obrero Master.
Resgarvida:
Espina
Appearance: TBA
Release Form: TBA
Release Phrase: TBA
Abilities: TBA
Appearance: TBA
Release Form: TBA
Release Phrase: TBA
Abilities: TBA
History:
Her family had been everything to her.
Happily married and with a three year old son, Neva’s life had the potential to be a very happy one. Bother her and her husband worked successful jobs that they enjoyed, even if that did mean that they frequently needed to call for a baby sitter. Regardless, days that she had away from the office were spent with her child, and though she secretly wished to be a stay-at-home mother, she knew that paying bills and putting food on the table wouldn’t allow her to live in such a manner. Unfortunately… fate wouldn’t allow her to live any other way, either.
She had arrived home late one night, having stayed after office hours to finish up some work. Oddly enough, the front door was open. Thinking her husband had burned something on the stove and was simply letting the smoke air out, she didn’t think much of it. However, as she drew closer, she could feel in her stomach that something was very wrong. A sense of unease overcame her, and with a shaky voice, she called out the name of her husband. Not a voice met her ears, but a gloved hand did reach out to cover her mouth. She panicked, squirming and screaming under the leather gag. Cold steel suddenly met her throat, and pain flared throughout her body. As blood flowed from the fresh wound and her vision began to fade, only one concern echoed within her fading consciousness:
’Is my child alright…?’
It was cold when she awoke. Terribly so. Her whole body shook as she unsteadily got to her feet. Vision clearing, she looked around. The cries of a siren could be heard outside, and all around her officers stood, taking pictures of the crime scene while paramedics covered two fallen bodies. One, her husband, the other… her own. Terrified, she tried to flee, but found herself jerked suddenly to the floor. A chain extended from her chest, securing her to the wall of the room she had fallen in. Gripping her binding in both hands, she pulled, but it refused to budge. Helpless and alone, tears streamed down that transparent visage. Releasing mute agony, she screamed.
Years passed, and the chain binding her to the room in the now boarded up house began to corrode and deteriorate. Driven mad by her sorrow, Neva broke free from her binds with one final tug, losing the final thing that kept her human; her heart. An odd sense of relief washed over her, but pain was swift to follow. A milky gel caked over her body, her figure growing and mutating into a beastly abomination. Spines littered her body, and as the reptilian mask finished growing upon her face, the hunger within her began to grow. Humanity lost and no idea how to ease the pain in her body, madness drove her into a rabid mass of destruction. The place she had once called her home was in pieces within the same hour.
While it seemed that hope was lost for the transformed soul, sanity slowly grasped onto her mind once again. She needed to breathe. She needed to think… Smashing and destroying everything in her path wasn’t going to ease the pain in her stomach. She needed to feed… but on what? Feral instinct had eventually driven her to consume anything that could see her, but only one thing had managed to satisfy her, even if for a few brief seconds.
The souls of the living.
Happily married and with a three year old son, Neva’s life had the potential to be a very happy one. Bother her and her husband worked successful jobs that they enjoyed, even if that did mean that they frequently needed to call for a baby sitter. Regardless, days that she had away from the office were spent with her child, and though she secretly wished to be a stay-at-home mother, she knew that paying bills and putting food on the table wouldn’t allow her to live in such a manner. Unfortunately… fate wouldn’t allow her to live any other way, either.
She had arrived home late one night, having stayed after office hours to finish up some work. Oddly enough, the front door was open. Thinking her husband had burned something on the stove and was simply letting the smoke air out, she didn’t think much of it. However, as she drew closer, she could feel in her stomach that something was very wrong. A sense of unease overcame her, and with a shaky voice, she called out the name of her husband. Not a voice met her ears, but a gloved hand did reach out to cover her mouth. She panicked, squirming and screaming under the leather gag. Cold steel suddenly met her throat, and pain flared throughout her body. As blood flowed from the fresh wound and her vision began to fade, only one concern echoed within her fading consciousness:
’Is my child alright…?’
It was cold when she awoke. Terribly so. Her whole body shook as she unsteadily got to her feet. Vision clearing, she looked around. The cries of a siren could be heard outside, and all around her officers stood, taking pictures of the crime scene while paramedics covered two fallen bodies. One, her husband, the other… her own. Terrified, she tried to flee, but found herself jerked suddenly to the floor. A chain extended from her chest, securing her to the wall of the room she had fallen in. Gripping her binding in both hands, she pulled, but it refused to budge. Helpless and alone, tears streamed down that transparent visage. Releasing mute agony, she screamed.
Years passed, and the chain binding her to the room in the now boarded up house began to corrode and deteriorate. Driven mad by her sorrow, Neva broke free from her binds with one final tug, losing the final thing that kept her human; her heart. An odd sense of relief washed over her, but pain was swift to follow. A milky gel caked over her body, her figure growing and mutating into a beastly abomination. Spines littered her body, and as the reptilian mask finished growing upon her face, the hunger within her began to grow. Humanity lost and no idea how to ease the pain in her body, madness drove her into a rabid mass of destruction. The place she had once called her home was in pieces within the same hour.
While it seemed that hope was lost for the transformed soul, sanity slowly grasped onto her mind once again. She needed to breathe. She needed to think… Smashing and destroying everything in her path wasn’t going to ease the pain in her stomach. She needed to feed… but on what? Feral instinct had eventually driven her to consume anything that could see her, but only one thing had managed to satisfy her, even if for a few brief seconds.
The souls of the living.
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