Post by Ai on Oct 28, 2009 14:47:36 GMT -5
Name: Vaaz
Age: 288
Gender: Female
Personality:
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Sonido: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
Age: 288
Gender: Female
Personality:
It is more than just an understatement to say that Vaaz is a social retard. Though no more emotionally stable or unstable as any other individual out there, proper social etiquette, knowing social queues, good conduct - these are facets that hold next to little or no significance to her nor has any tangible concept for her. It is not because she is unintelligent, in fact she is extremely intelligent, she is simply socially awkward. It is difficult to even really label her as "evil", as she has no concept of that either - right or wrong, while she fully understands the concepts of them - they hold little impact, affect, or sway in regards to what she does or says. Really, she simply is - and is all there is to it.Appearance:
Vaaz appears as a pulchritudinous young girl in her mid- to late teens. She has a very petite, lithe thin frame, and her complexion is a vivid pallor. Her hair is a long silky pink hue, which seems to match her lovely soft, gentle looking face; but shattering this mold are her haunting blood red eyes that hold a disturbing continuous unblinking gaze. She wears a long flowing robe-like dress that has the same white with black trim style that the other Arrancar clothes seem to also possess. Protruding out of the skin of the back of her right hand are what seem to be thick, hardened finger bones from the wrist to the finger tips; and at the finger tips the bone looks sharp like claws. Lastly, a small cylindrical hole runs horizontally through the upper part of her chest. Covering the left side of her left thigh is a large tattoo of the number four.Arrancar Powers:
Gran Rey Cero de Sangue: Vaaz draws her Zanpakuto and stabs herself in the heart. Disturbingly beyond just the self-mutilation itself, doing this does not seem to actually wound her, for it heals within a few seconds. Though immense amounts of her own blood spurts and sprays all over the place before her within that time. Her own blood under the power of her will, forms what appears to be a large hellish occultic circle that completely surrounds her in three dimension sphere. She reaches out and touches the core of the spherical occultic symbol made of her blood before her. The very second the blood ripples from her touch it abruptly explodes into six massive dark blood red Cero spiritual energy waves striking with absolutely catastrophic results. Though because of all that is required to accomplish this attack of hers, it takes quite a bit of time, and thus leaves her vulnerable while doing it and can easily be interrupted.Natural Arrancar Powers:
Fogo de Alma: Also known as "Soul Fire", and this attack does exactly as the name implies. It is a soul (or souls) set on fire. Vaaz literally conjures a damned screeching soul (or more) that lacks any form, and sets it ablaze through her reiastu making for a strong fireball attack. This attack is gauged by the amount of reiastu she puts into it and how many souls she uses, the more reaistu and souls she imbues into the strike to make the fire more potent, the longer it will take to cast for a more efficient attack. The less amount of reiastu she imbues into it, it amounts to little more than a fiery variation of Bala, but takes little to no time to unleash.
Hierro: Because physically Vaaz is weak, though her spiritual pressure is high, this is something she has learned to utilize and rely upon for protection outside of martial prowess or her sorcery. When focused she can increase her protective shielding greatly to protect her from harm, naturally so long as the attack is not too much for her to withstand.Zanpakuto's name:
Cero: She is quite adept at performing a standard Cero, which appears bright red for her. She creates it by simply pointing a damning finger at her intended target and fires.
Bala: A weaker yet faster variation of Cero, she casts it by a mere sweep of her hand. It launches with great speed as a bright red sphere of spiritual energy.
SanguineUn-released Zanpakuto's Appearance:
It looks like nothing more than an ordinary wakizashi with a black hilt and lackluster black scabbard. She carries it always at her side in her left hand.Resurrección Release phrase::
"Almas sofrerão através de fogo." (Souls will suffer through fire.)Resurrección Appearance::
Vaaz holds her wakizashi out in front of herself parallel to the ground, and utters the release phrase. The short sword then explodes into fire engulfing her completely within a blazing inferno of tornado-like fire. Once the fire subsides she is revealed with raven black hair, and covering the lower half of her face is a thick bone mask that looks like the lower half of a skull's face. Her right arm appears as a dense, hardened right arm of skeleton all the up to the shoulder, and its finger tips look like razor sharp one-inch claws. Is a long sword western European in style, it has a ornate golden hilt, handle, and pommel, but its crude jagged double-edged blade looks as though it were forged from a large ruby. Her left arm is covered by a grey sleeve with a heavy gold bangle, while the rest of her is in a scantily clad red and black robe adorned with ornamentation with a human skull hanging off of the robes heavy black leather belt.Resurrección Abilities::
Partial reference: ((Did not make this pic... Also... she does not have wings or a scythe!))
Proteção de Alma: (Soul Shield or Soul Protection) With her powers now greatly amplified by her Resurreccion, to protect herself from a powerful attack and potentially nullify it, she conjures seemingly numerous damned formless ghostly hallowing souls screaming in agony of their existence, and with them under her will she forms and condenses them into a barrier around her. Whether the barrier holds or not against the incoming attack, the result is the same: all of those souls are obliterated into nothing but spiritual matter.Skill Level: Kidou: Advanced
A Mão de Morte: (The Death Hand) For an ordinary every day human being it is exactly as described, but those even with the slightest bit of resistance whether it be weak or exceptionally strong, it can cause a great amount of pain. With her skeleton-like right hand Vaaz touches her victim, and then imbues her will, reiryoku, and reiastu into the touch creating an effect as though the victim's blood is literally being boiled beneath their skin. The pain is immense causing a temporary paralyzing effect for a few seconds.
Purgar: (Purge) This is her strongest attack and can even leave her physically and spiritually exhausted, making her weak and vulnerable after doing it. What she does is compress immense amounts of her will, reiryoku, and reiastu into a single point within her own being, and much like splitting an atom - she unleashes it all at full-bore in a massive blazing, fiery inferno of an explosion. The explosion is around one hundred meters in diameter, and that which is not incinerated when caught within its radius will likely be the worse for wear. Although, this is another one that takes her much time to accomplish, and leaves her open for being attacked, or at the very least, to be interrupted.
Almas a Cero: (Souls at Zero) Her most powerful Cero, it works in much the same manner as her Soul Shield, Vaaz summons numerous damned formless souls condensing them all with her will as they scream and wail in agony, and combining them with her focused reiatsu using them to forge a Cero attack. The Cero does take time to create and is very much open to interruption and even fatigures her momentarily after casting it. However, the devastation it can cause is potentially extreme. The beam itself carries a vile aura to it, while being vile pale green infernal hue of horrid size.
Rito de Sangue: (Rite of Blood or Blood Rite) Via her will a massive occultic circle of malevolent blood red light takes form under her feet. Countless occulitc symbology and hermetic hieroglyphs compose it as it is over thirty meters in diameter. It is the only time she switches her sword from being in her left hand to her right hand. She cuts the palm of her left hand while imbuing great amounts of her reiatsu into a single droplet of blood that she squeezes out of her wound by making a fist and letting drop onto the great occultic circle under her feet while she is at its focal point. The second the droplet reaches the occultic circle it triggers a near blinding great explosion almost supernova-like in appearance, which it can be quite damaging to those who are not strong enough to withstand it. This does deplete her reiatsu a fair deal, and leaves her momentarily tired - often causing her to take a moment to catch her breath. Though, because it takes time to cast it is also quite open to being interrupted.
Skill Level: Swordsmanship: Intermediate
Skill Level: Sonido: Advanced
Skill Level: Hand-to-hand: Intermediate
History/Background:
There is no memory for what she was as a simple Hollow, and very little as a simple-minded Gillian-class Menos. As one she wandered the Menos Forest, floating amongst others of her kind. Swarming and devouring upon intruders into the Forest, or devouring the weak Hollows that ventured too far into the forest on their own.RP Sample:
The second one of the swarm was weakened or harmed and laboring from injury. She struck at them without wasting a moment before they could regenerate themselves, and devoured them. Always did she hunger for other Hollows, always did she roam the forest hunting them wherever she could find them, and always did she feed upon her own during a weakened moment.
It was not ambition, it was not cruelty, it was not out of bloodlust, it was complusion - instinct. The instinct to feed, the instinct to grow, the need to evolve. It was the cannibalistic instinct that Hollows share that compelled her, there was no malice. Malice, evil - she did not understand these things then, nor does she even really care to understand them now as an intellectual entity with individuality and self-awareness.
A weakened and wounded Adjuchas, crawling on his own - too weak to stand from the gash in his side caused from battling others of his kind. She was the first to find him as he haplessly crawled into the forest, and thus she was the first to claim such a delectable prize. Too enfeebled to resist from his severe wound, all she did was pick him and feast upon him. It was feeding off of that weakened Adjuchas that sparked her own evolution coming an Adjuchas herself at long last.
The form she took on was basically humanoid, though with a twisted feminine form. Her arms looked like a pair of skeleton arms, only the bones much thicker and denser with razor sharp finger tips. Her mask was essential the face of a skull, and the hue of her skin was a corpse-like greyish blue.
Eventually leaving the Forest of Menos, she found herself in the White Desert, and was left with nothing. There was nothing there for endless miles of wandering. When another hollow was seen, there was nothing else to do other than test the depths of her new found strength on them, and feed upon them. While now evolved from what she was, possessing a strong intellect, conscious thought, and personality - regardless, for her she found this "new" existence to be nothing more than a grandiose version of her previous one. Though, she proved to be apathetic and indifferent to it in the end. Neither enjoying it or hating it, she lived it without a care or worry - simply indifferent.
It did not matter what sort of Hollow she came across, some were friendly or even passive, while others were cruel or aggressive. But for her it did not matter the flavor, she roasted them with her fires and gnawed at their souls, and fed. It had to have been at least a century and a half of existing like that, and she found it became easier with each feeding. Strong she did grow, powerful was her peculiar brand of twisted sorcery and flame, mastering the common Cero. What else was there for her to do in that vast wasteland desert.
Though one strange day, while feeding upon a slaughter of her last find of Hollows, she was approached by a peculiar grey haired Shinigami as if from no where. She had never seen one before, she had heard of them from other Hollows, though she never got many details - she was often too busy plotting a means to kill them to care to hear what they had to say. But his words were strange, though polite - he promised her that she would never have to feed upon another Hollow if she so chose. He would give her power, great power - more than what she would get from countless decades of feeding upon other Hollows. These promises were boastful in her mind, but intriguing. Having to feed on other Hollows or not, she did not care, but given power - this was one of her few ambitions, and she chose to seize it. The only catch being she would have to serve him, but still, she did not care.
From the strange Shinigami, she inherited Death's aspect of Indifference. Among the other Arrancar she found she was not the strongest, but definitely the weakest, either. Some were far more physically inclined and stronger than she was, but like that mattered to her, she essentially is a sorceress. Her manipulation of of being able to summon up the formless, writhing souls from hell was a variation of forbidden Kidou she developed on her own.
Her tricks and powers were peculiar and disturbing to most other Arrancar, and she often used this to her advantage to assert herself. It also helped keep the Arrancar whom she knew were stronger than her at arms length. Of course, as it played out for becoming she now is, she served the peculiar grey haired Shinigami, upholding her end of the bargain. Having to follow his orders from time to time, she found to be a simple matter. So long as she could explore the depths of how far she can take her twisted sorcerous methods, Vaaz figures she still gets the better end of the deal.
While originally only having pledged her loyalty to Gin who made her an Arrancar, serving him out of sense of feeling indebted to him for enabling her to gain her new found strength and power; but with Aizen having returned she now serves him without any qualms no matter his machinations and devices maybe. When all is said and done, does she regret anything? Of course not, there is nothing to suggest she would, and as stated numerous times already - she does not care, for she is indifference.
With the end of Aizen once again, the little pink haired Arrancar girl cared little. She fought his battles and came out alive while many died, and in the end the deaths of many is all she really cared for, everything else was immaterial. The battles started out epically, but as with all wars it all died in a whisper, and the girl was unsurprised. Now it seems all else continues as it was, and as she assumed from the beginning nothing really mattered, nothing truly changed, nothing truly altered. But if nothing else, she made certain for herself to come out the stronger for it.
There is nothing truly out there in this vast desert of Hollows, only scattered colonies of shattered Hollows cowering from the stronger. Nothing to truly see out there, so why does she find herself wandering its wasteland? She did not have an answer, though in this regard it was not out of an indifference, but more out of a compulsion. Maybe there is no answer, and just is, one of the few compulsions she has left she can truly indulge, and why ruin it with needless analysis? A mystery or two into ones own person leaves at least something for self-discovery.
The wind blowing through the desert, Vaaz watched the tiny grains of sand be picked up and tossed over the sand dunes. An image of vast snow powder covered fields flashed within her mind in response to the scenery. The tiny flakes of the image being tossed over the snow formed dunes of the barren wasteland. The two were polar opposite yet the same, separated only by temperature.
But the heat of this desert was more suited for her, deserts burn - she can make others burn - she felt synchronized here. Perhaps even viewing it as home, that thought was something for her to dwell on for a moment. Home. She had never really considered that she actually had one. This desert certainly is the place where she has spent the vast majority of her existence, and she fell right in line with the place.
Little to be truly desired within the White Desert, its temperature shared the very expression of her power, while the place itself being a dead wasteland. The void she often feels within her own existence much aligned that latter belief, and the hole running through her chest only exclaims it to her as it exclaims what she truly is. With a tilted head and an abrupt smirk, she listlessly wandered back to the tower, dismissing the previous ruminations as funny thoughts.
