Ulquioza
Aug 2, 2010 1:42:33 GMT -8
Post by kage on Aug 2, 2010 1:42:33 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Ulquioza Obselisk
Gender: Male
Age: 2,829
Faction: Arrancar
Rank: Primera Espada; Prophet (Human Times)
Reiatsu Color: Black
Reiatsu Aura: Apathy
Appearance:
The special insignia, clarifying that he is the Primera Espada, the "1", is located on the palm of his right hand. He has sharp claws, jagged and crooked that extend from his fingers, and they stay as strong and resilient as his strength does itself. He uses them as weapons frequently, as they are almost as strong as his katana; possibly stronger. His hollow hole is through his gullet, but, with the turtle neck garb he wears, it hides this hollow hole.
Personality:
"Never trust your enemies, and trust your allies even less."
Ulquioza; merely a fraction of a shadow of his former self; cold, meticulous, and easily annoyed. He trusts no one, to any extent. He has grown to despise all Arrancar, though he seems to have gained a keen liking towards the sand-dwelling Adjucha and other Menos.
History:
One fateful day, Ulquioza decided to traverse across the gates known as the garganta, with his fellow partner; the Octava. Upon coming there simply for the matter of soft pillows, the Espada met a number of Shinigami, and a Quincy. Through their speaking, and his listening, he heard of their names.
"Daidouj Malik," "Kokuhi Kobuki," and "Getsui Katsu".
As he was ready to return to Hueco Mundo, having Octava use the garganta, the Octava: Braegh, stabbed Ulquioza in the back. Literally.
He was now left to fend for himself, between these three enemies.
Through their cowardice of ganging up on him, he was nearly killed. It was due to his speed, and own cowardice, that he able to live. As the final strike was nearing, his fraccion made their appearance, only to be killed shortly afterward by Daidouj and Getsui. He only needed to later find out that Derips Ardyh had tried to assassinate him. Afterward, he was sucked up by a Gillian; only for the dumb ass creation to slice off his right knee down, and right hand whole.
When being dropped off in Hueco Mundo, he ended up in the Forest of Menos. After hours of crawling helplessly, he found a small hole to hide in, and stayed there. To this day, he hides out there; hopelessly and helplessly.
In the small abyss of a hole Ulquioza called home, there were many inhabitants and guests that came along. One after another, he would have to defend himself with one hand and one arm. All alone in the darkness, unable to see a thing; relying entirely on all four senses but sight -- he was akin to a blind man for a long time in the running.
After healing entirely, he took to the upper levels of Hueco Mundo's desert, where he would enact his revenge - one being at a time.
Almost immediately after traveling out of the Forest of Menos, Ulquioza ran into the Segundo that was on his deathbed - disappointingly he watched the Espada die. The one who had killed him, for the most part, happened to be Octavo, in which ensued for a short battle. Octavo had fled, and in his wake a new Hollow: Shikaze, who helped Ulquioza realize his grand flaws...
Name: Ulquioza Obselisk
Gender: Male
Age: 2,829
Faction: Arrancar
Rank: Primera Espada; Prophet (Human Times)
Reiatsu Color: Black
Reiatsu Aura: Apathy
Appearance:
The special insignia, clarifying that he is the Primera Espada, the "1", is located on the palm of his right hand. He has sharp claws, jagged and crooked that extend from his fingers, and they stay as strong and resilient as his strength does itself. He uses them as weapons frequently, as they are almost as strong as his katana; possibly stronger. His hollow hole is through his gullet, but, with the turtle neck garb he wears, it hides this hollow hole.
Personality:
"Never trust your enemies, and trust your allies even less."
Ulquioza; merely a fraction of a shadow of his former self; cold, meticulous, and easily annoyed. He trusts no one, to any extent. He has grown to despise all Arrancar, though he seems to have gained a keen liking towards the sand-dwelling Adjucha and other Menos.
History:
As a human, he was known as Haimonka "Benny" Fujiwaska. He was born into nobility; under a noble name with many enemies, but transgressed upon becoming the age of 18, and shortly after he became independent with his own hut, his father died, and left his his fortunes to keep. Benny, since birth, was always a playful tot who loved to spread the word (religious). He would travel around aimlessly, preaching to the people. But, he never had the women. Due to traveling around all the time, he grew anti-social and never knew how to really talk with girls; all he knew how to do was what his father taught him: mindless flirting. Every time he saw a girl he fancied, he would stare at her mindlessly, her and all of her attributes. He never got any chance with a girl, so he continued to isolate himself from the outer of society, and continued to play games with the wealth his father left him. Benny had no other skills or talents, so he never could do anything real.
It was one day, though, that he did his regular routine; five days out traveling randomly; preaching, then a night out at the bazaar. Upon a rather luscious looking vixen broad, and just as always he stared her down, assessing her attributes. The difference between this night and any other, is that that woman -- or generally, any woman, came to him. She sat right down next to him, rubbed up against him, and he didn't know what to do. But she did. She offered to buy a round of drinks. Normally he was much more paranoid than this, and would never accept drinks from strangers, but he did nonetheless. As the drinks came through, she cupped her hands over both of the drinks and handed one to him. He drank it down rather hastily, and almost instantly, he felt his head go blank, his body felt heavy, and he felt tired all together. Before he knew it, it was over. He had blacked out.
Upon waking up, what seemed to be near the morning, Benny had looked around to see he was in a teepee, and it was freezing cold at that. He was surrounded by three people; the same female from the night, and two men. He attempted to run, but get up from his position, but he soon realized he was on the ground, in a teepee, and tied down securely with a sock in his mouth. The two men had familiar insignia upon their jackets. He realized that they were the two opposing noble families in which had carried a dispute with his family for several years. The larger of the males spoke out to Benny, "You are the single heir of the Fujiwaska family. What a shame. We'll have to fix that." The man pulled out a knife and put it to the woman's throat, then roughly pushed her onto the bed with him. He had soon realized she was threatened to do this, and it was not her fault. "All we need," the smaller man said, "is your seed. Your cooperation isn't even necessary. Once we have it, we will continue on the legacy of Fujiwaska under our name. Because poor Haimonka was killed by an assailant. Now get to work, bitch." He said this clearly to the woman, and she did as told. He struggled, but his struggling was futile. It took awhile, and despite being in a freezer, he was hot; overrun with passion and ecstasy. Though, just as the climax of the scenario was met, the larger of the men to a knife to Benny's throat, and slit it. Benny writhed in a mixture of both pain, asphyxiation, and ecstasy. It was too late for him.
It was one day, though, that he did his regular routine; five days out traveling randomly; preaching, then a night out at the bazaar. Upon a rather luscious looking vixen broad, and just as always he stared her down, assessing her attributes. The difference between this night and any other, is that that woman -- or generally, any woman, came to him. She sat right down next to him, rubbed up against him, and he didn't know what to do. But she did. She offered to buy a round of drinks. Normally he was much more paranoid than this, and would never accept drinks from strangers, but he did nonetheless. As the drinks came through, she cupped her hands over both of the drinks and handed one to him. He drank it down rather hastily, and almost instantly, he felt his head go blank, his body felt heavy, and he felt tired all together. Before he knew it, it was over. He had blacked out.
Upon waking up, what seemed to be near the morning, Benny had looked around to see he was in a teepee, and it was freezing cold at that. He was surrounded by three people; the same female from the night, and two men. He attempted to run, but get up from his position, but he soon realized he was on the ground, in a teepee, and tied down securely with a sock in his mouth. The two men had familiar insignia upon their jackets. He realized that they were the two opposing noble families in which had carried a dispute with his family for several years. The larger of the males spoke out to Benny, "You are the single heir of the Fujiwaska family. What a shame. We'll have to fix that." The man pulled out a knife and put it to the woman's throat, then roughly pushed her onto the bed with him. He had soon realized she was threatened to do this, and it was not her fault. "All we need," the smaller man said, "is your seed. Your cooperation isn't even necessary. Once we have it, we will continue on the legacy of Fujiwaska under our name. Because poor Haimonka was killed by an assailant. Now get to work, bitch." He said this clearly to the woman, and she did as told. He struggled, but his struggling was futile. It took awhile, and despite being in a freezer, he was hot; overrun with passion and ecstasy. Though, just as the climax of the scenario was met, the larger of the men to a knife to Benny's throat, and slit it. Benny writhed in a mixture of both pain, asphyxiation, and ecstasy. It was too late for him.
Rather than be spared with death and rebirth, or simplistic death, he was transformed into a beast; a hungry spiritless monster whom fed on the weaker of the souls to satisfy what he, or rather, it doesn't have; this masked entity known as a Hollow named Kura. It was roars that he heard, roars escaping from his massive maw. He bore the traditional Hollow mask, and his torso resembled that of a human, though, his lower body was a giant spherical shape with four legs pointing in four different directions, and a long tail that resembled a snake. Its body was plain black, almost invisible in the night, give or take the massive glowing eyes and the maw which stretched out longer than the whole body's length of himself, which was overall twelve feet tall.
Kura at the time knew fully well what he had to do: eat the humans. His hunger overwhelmed him, and using his elongated tail he would grab the humans, and scoop them into his oversized maw. It was not enough, though. Soon, not even a whole two years later, he was confronted by many a Hollows. They were small, pathetic, and weak. He could only spare them by eating them, and making them one of him. It was at this time he knew what he had to do, so he continued his rampage on into Hueco Mundo, searching for anything of his own kind to eat. He continued this healthy lifestyle for nearly ten years, hiding in the sand like a scorpion and using his giant maw to reiterate the actuality of a Sand Pit. One day though, he felt it strongly; the sensation was indubitable. It was a form of evolution, which brought on his new being: Gillian.
Kura at the time knew fully well what he had to do: eat the humans. His hunger overwhelmed him, and using his elongated tail he would grab the humans, and scoop them into his oversized maw. It was not enough, though. Soon, not even a whole two years later, he was confronted by many a Hollows. They were small, pathetic, and weak. He could only spare them by eating them, and making them one of him. It was at this time he knew what he had to do, so he continued his rampage on into Hueco Mundo, searching for anything of his own kind to eat. He continued this healthy lifestyle for nearly ten years, hiding in the sand like a scorpion and using his giant maw to reiterate the actuality of a Sand Pit. One day though, he felt it strongly; the sensation was indubitable. It was a form of evolution, which brought on his new being: Gillian.
It was the same routine, over and over. Seconds turned into minutes, which turned into hours, and days were too vague, weeks passed by, months and decades. It was all the same. Kill or be killed. This towering monstrosity he became, it was all about destruction. He, Kura, was known as the tallest Menos Grandes, oddly enough, given his name. He took the first three centuries of being a Gillian to learn the area; where everything was, and the time structures of how everything occurred. His thoughts were vague and blurred, but when he had them, they went free.
It was approaching his hateful fifth century of being a Gillian. He had Hueco Mundo down. One fateful day, the time being whenever, as he never knew, he had officially transcended the power of any other Gillian at the time; he had transformed into a new form completely; a feat untouched by millions of Hollows and Thousands of Gillian; he was an Adjuchas. He appeared to be a Fox, a black one, sleek, with his hollow mask on his face; the hollow mask having horns rather long. The mask had only a circle on the forehead area.
It was approaching his hateful fifth century of being a Gillian. He had Hueco Mundo down. One fateful day, the time being whenever, as he never knew, he had officially transcended the power of any other Gillian at the time; he had transformed into a new form completely; a feat untouched by millions of Hollows and Thousands of Gillian; he was an Adjuchas. He appeared to be a Fox, a black one, sleek, with his hollow mask on his face; the hollow mask having horns rather long. The mask had only a circle on the forehead area.
It was easier, now; hunting; having transcended to such a high level of strength, intelligence, and power. He ate Hollows, Gillian, and the occasional Adjuchas, three, four, five times a day. Unlike before, he now had a real name, and it was "Ulquioza Obelisk". Different than before, he now could think, and use thought processing to fight, he had nigh unrivaled speed, and his strength wasn't anything to toy with. It took him years on top of years on top of decades before he finally was done with it all. One last transformation. One last level. One last platform of power. He had transcended, something beyond the heavens. Some power beyond recognition. He was now, a Vasto Lorde.
It seemed like an hour, maybe less, but it could have been a thousand years. The life of a Vasto Lorde was similar to Obelisk's life as a Adjuchas and a Hollow; just hungrier. Though, as a Vasto Lorde, it was easier to gain meals, and quickly at that. He tore everything that moved apart, and ate it. The searing flesh, and inevitable death; it fed him to the brim, and to the brim it did fill him. He evolved. His skin of a human, restored. His physical features, adept to his regularity, in tact. His power? Unrivaled. Upon realizing everything, and looking around, he realized a long and slender object. It was a katana -- no, it was his soul. He and his power was soon found by something of the sorts, similar to his own being. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he was brought into this ranking system known as Espada, and he... He was Primera.
One fateful day, Ulquioza decided to traverse across the gates known as the garganta, with his fellow partner; the Octava. Upon coming there simply for the matter of soft pillows, the Espada met a number of Shinigami, and a Quincy. Through their speaking, and his listening, he heard of their names.
"Daidouj Malik," "Kokuhi Kobuki," and "Getsui Katsu".
As he was ready to return to Hueco Mundo, having Octava use the garganta, the Octava: Braegh, stabbed Ulquioza in the back. Literally.
He was now left to fend for himself, between these three enemies.
Through their cowardice of ganging up on him, he was nearly killed. It was due to his speed, and own cowardice, that he able to live. As the final strike was nearing, his fraccion made their appearance, only to be killed shortly afterward by Daidouj and Getsui. He only needed to later find out that Derips Ardyh had tried to assassinate him. Afterward, he was sucked up by a Gillian; only for the dumb ass creation to slice off his right knee down, and right hand whole.
When being dropped off in Hueco Mundo, he ended up in the Forest of Menos. After hours of crawling helplessly, he found a small hole to hide in, and stayed there. To this day, he hides out there; hopelessly and helplessly.
In the small abyss of a hole Ulquioza called home, there were many inhabitants and guests that came along. One after another, he would have to defend himself with one hand and one arm. All alone in the darkness, unable to see a thing; relying entirely on all four senses but sight -- he was akin to a blind man for a long time in the running.
After healing entirely, he took to the upper levels of Hueco Mundo's desert, where he would enact his revenge - one being at a time.
Almost immediately after traveling out of the Forest of Menos, Ulquioza ran into the Segundo that was on his deathbed - disappointingly he watched the Espada die. The one who had killed him, for the most part, happened to be Octavo, in which ensued for a short battle. Octavo had fled, and in his wake a new Hollow: Shikaze, who helped Ulquioza realize his grand flaws...
