Post by Otahu on Jan 4, 2010 21:10:01 GMT -5
Name: Seika
Age: 170
Gender: Female
Personality:
Age: 170
Gender: Female
Personality:
Seika seems to have two dominant personality styles; both are her, just different aspects of her that are revealed outside of and within her mask.Appearance:
Without her mask, Seika is cool headed to the point of almost being chilly in attitude. Controlled and disciplined without giving in to more heated emotions.
Within her mask, however, the passion of the girl is suddenly brought to the fore. She is easier to laugh and doesn't hold back her reactions. She gives into the needs she feels or the desires she may have.
There is an inbetween, though few are allowed to see it. Lowering her guard is something she rarely does and few would be given the glimpse of the mingling of both controlled ice and passionate fire.
Seika stands close to 5'8" and has a well toned body. Her hair is white and worn short around her jaw. Though in the back is a tightly white leather wrapped ponytail that hangs to about the top of her butt. She no longer wears the shihakusou of the Shinigami, or the uniform of the Espada. Instead she wears a a white sleeveless shirt that clings to her upper body, framing up is the collar that stands stiffly at about jaw level and is lined with black wolf's fur. The obi tied around her waist is blood red and holds her Zanpakuto on the left side. Black hakama cover her legs and the peek of white tabi are seen on her feet.Hollow Mask:
Pale icy blue eyes stare at the world around her with a keen intellect and otherwise pretty features are marred with a few raised lines of scarring.
While wearing her gigai, not much changes save her mode of dress. Wearing jeans and a sleeveless black shirt fitted to her form. Over that she wears a simple white coat with wolf fur trim along the collar.
The mask is made, obviously, of bone and fits across her entire face. The front extending out into a wolf shaped muzzle that's maw only opens when she uses Cero. Along the cheek and forehead of the mask are three red stripes on each mentioned point that swirl in an odd shape.Hollow Powers:
Double-Step Sonido - While Seika is capable of preforming a standard Sonido, she is also capable of what she calls a 'double-step' Sonido. In which she can use Sonido twice in such a speed that it appears to be one huge Sonido itself. Only those with an eye trained for such things will see where the second step is taken.Inner Hollow:
The use of this, however, cripples her ability to use Sonido again quickly. Almost as if her body requires the 'stillness' of normal movement for a length of time before she's able to preform Sonido again. (Length of time is 2 poses)
Cero - Seika's mask is capable of opening it's fanged maw and producing a Cero blast. The blast color is a pale lunar blue and Seika's Inner Hollow usually howls when the Cero is discharged.
Her Inner Hollow is the Wolf Revealed or rather, when Urufu leaves his cave and shows himself to Seika. Howling and uncaged, it's blood thirst seems to know no bounds.Zampakuto's name:
Now free, the Hollow actively seeks destruction. Fighting Seika for control and inflicting damage if it's able to. It is the same as it is as her Zanpakuto spirit; the embodiment of Seika's blood lust.
Kuufuku na UrufuZampakuto Spirit:
Hungry Wolf
The Hidden Wolf. This is when Urufu is barred within the cave of her Inner Mind. Restrained and whispering, only the flash of blood red eyes and the glimpse of teeth the sign of the monster within the shadows.Un-released Zampakuto's Appearance:
Insulting and degrading to Seika as it feels she is not strong enough to properly wield him. It is the embodiment of blood lust and wants nothing more than for Seika to become a berserker leaving behind fields painted red.
Her inner world is a strange looking forest. The bark of the trees is a glowing white and the leaves are a suffocating black. At the heart of the forest is a massive rock cave jutting out of the earth. It's entrance shrouded in a thick shadow that is more opaque than true 'shadow'.
Unrealeased the blades appears to resemble a normal katana (2' in length) with no defining features save an oddly curved tsuba as well as the sheath being a near-black dark red hue.Shikai Release phrase::
Soshaku yoku Tsukaihatasu, Kuufuku na Urufu.Shikai Appearance::
Bite and Devour, Hungry Wolf.
The tsuba of the blade melts down over Seika's hand and reforms to look like a gripping wolf's paw. The blade lengthens by 2' (now a 4' blade) and carries a red tint to the blade's actual surface.Shikai Abilities::
Kiraa Urufu: With the Wolf called forward, it offers her some part of itself. Her Killing Aura spikes and immediately marks her as a threat to those around her. Because of this her blade's edge becomes intensely sharp. Her attitude becomes near glacial and her blade does not hesitate.
Zankoku na Urufu: The Brutal Wolf is the true purpose of her Shikai. She willingly calls Urufu to reside just beneath her skin and help her attain the power she needs to stand on even ground with the one she faces. She can call the Brutal Wolf to certain parts of her body; shoulders, arms, legs and as she does so the Wolf bites that skin from within to offer up it's strength to her. Sadly, these bites and scratches show on Seika's flesh, ripped and torn just before the bout of strength or speed. This ability essentially allows Seika to push her strength and speed beyond her own capability to withstand.
She must be cautious, as she can misjudge how much she needs and do herself damage in a fight beyond what she requires. Giving her opponent an advantage due to her injury.
Bankai Description:N/A
Bankai Abilities:N/A
Skill Level: Kidou: Beginner
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Advanced
Skill Level: Shunpou: Intermediate
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:What was of her life before Rukongai was long washed away with the Spirit Burial that allowed her to come here. A girl, barely within her teens came to reside in one of the furthest districts of Rukonagi. The 78th District.RP Sample:
Her life from that point on was a fight and a harsh one. She was forced to fight for everything; clothing, a place to sleep, to keep from being prey of the rest of the spirits. She fought until the ideal of fighting sang in her blood, offering her a blood thirst that she wondered if she ever had in life.
It was in these many, long years of her existence that she began to feel a second part of her, a part of her that loved the flow of blood and the carnage of killing. Her bloodlust had taken form in a whisper that she couldn't quite make the words but could hear.
Hunger consumed her as she began to need to eat and while she didn't understand it fully at the time, it was her soul requiring more spirit energy to keep going. She was indeed growing stronger and just the spirit energy around her was no longer able to sustain her. It was during this time that she witnessed a power she'd not yet realized.
She'd heard of Shinigami, but they so rarely came this far out. Rukongai had fallen prey to Hollow attacks, nothing new, but this time Seika was present to see the Soul Reapers dispatching the Hollows and she suddenly desired nothing more than to become one.
And she would. Pulling her Zanpakutou from her soul she became aware of the nature of that whisper she'd been hearing in Rukongai. It was the Wolf, the creature that had embodied itself through her blood lust though it would not speak to her unless she was fighting. It took her many years in the Academy before she even learned it's name.
Upon graduation, she was accepted into the 11th Gotei, though her stay there was brief. Patrolling the human world within the first few weeks of acceptance and it was here that she not only attained her shikai but fought for her life against the Primera Espada Grimmjow Jaggerjaques and became...something else.
A Hollow Mask came over her face and she became a Vizard in those last few moments. Those last few moments where Grimmjow decided her too amusing a playmate to simply kill and stole her away to Las Noches to become one of his Fraccion.
Whether the 11th Division even missed her presence was unknown to her as she spents a while training with Grimmjow before the plots began to unfold and Grimmjow left Aizen's rule. Seika fled to Karakura Town, not wishing to be on her own in Las Noches by any means.
She hid herself the best she could and watched the world go by until the Wolf no longer would stand for her hiding and with it's growl in her ears, she returned to the Town that the world of Shinigami, Arrancar and others seemed to watch so keenly.
Though she does not return to serve Grimmjow again.Grimmjow broke her back in a single punch as she slammed into the forest floor below. The ground around her denting with the force of her body's impact. Laying there with the sword trapped in her hand. Looking up at the sky and at the Primera Espada as he built up the Cero in his hand. It's when time seemed to slow.
The growl emitted from behind her and her head rolled to look back. "Pitiful child, even with me in your hands you are not enough. You will never be enough!" Seika found the retort unable to come up. Making a low keening sound as blood slid from her lips. "I am not willing to die here and now. It is time we stop playing these children's games."
She watched the pale eyes in the shadowed cave for a moment. What did it mean when it said we were done playing games? She watched in horror as the wolf came forward.
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The cero bore down and erupted against the earth with a strange muted, static sound. Surely it would wipe away anything in it's path. The forest gone at it's edges simple as that. A glimmer within the red shifted, however.
Red eyes stared back at Grimmjow from behind the white mask with red lines. Her shihakushou was ripped and torn across her body, revealing flesh in spots but still keeping her decent. The sword was gripped in clawed hands.
"Now we fight!" Her voice was distorted with the Wolf's own, now, growling and sounding entirely inhuman. "Do I still get the first strike?" The mocking smile wasn't visible behind the muzzle of her wolf's mask, but it was heard.
Her legs begin to rip with claw marks of the Brutal Wolf as she moves with a speed beyond her new body and power, just as she did before. Attacking him head on, without fear or worry for her own body it would seem. Until she drops suddenly, the plane of air beneath her feet giving out as she lands on a lower level and spins. A step below him and now, hopefully, flanked;
Her arms and shoulders rip with bite marks and claw marks as she brings the sword across in a horizontal slash in line with the backs of his heels. The Wolf was seeking to still land a crippling blow. The Wolf, not a fool, is still aware of the difference in power; she needs to level the playing field before she'll ever have a chance to survive the encounter.
