Presta Carnívoro
May 2, 2012 14:00:39 GMT -8
Post by Raewynne Cousland on May 2, 2012 14:00:39 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Presta Carnívoro
Gender: Feminine
Age: 441
Faction: Hollow
Rank: Adjuchas
Reiatsu Color: A rough, coarse coloration of terrain, darkened into a Raw Umber.
Reiatsu Aura: Antipathy- The feeling of as if you're being ignored, or your lips are sealed shut; as if incapable of speaking, it brings a strong sense of disdain with aversion or repugnance. Literally, you feel like a piece of shit, and it's funny to say you may smell like one!
Appearance:
A creature that immediately strikes fear into the souls and minds of others, Presta resembles the 'Grim Reaper' herself; Some say she is a mixture of one large malicious reptile in conjunction with a savage demon constructed inside the gates of hell. The backside of her legs are condensed and packaged row upon row of protruding spikes, developed for the sake of killing. Her feet also contain claws, though developed rather two serrated, immensely sharp crescent-like raptor claws found on each big toe. The leather-esque, sturdy tail can be used like a whip across an opponent's face for good measure, while sharp-pointed claws extending outward from her digits easily slice through flesh below her power. Luckily, a hollow hole is formed between her muscular abdomen, while her face resembles a raptor. At the cranium, countless spikes can be used to charge at a foe, and even the enlarged canines hanging from the roof of her maw, as well as the same type of teeth lodged into her lower jaw rip through the thickest of meals. One could not simply forget the scaly plates of protection surrounding her exterior, as well as the rather slim, yet muscular tone she possesses; Well in shape, certain attributes of her body can be used as proof. Though slender and agile, Presta is also short for her size, only reaching 5'2" if not 5'4". Napoleon Complex going, much?
Personality: Only an impassive and malicious warrior in nature, Presta's intentions are truly hunting down prey and devouring them to bits. She can be considered a psychopath only bent on hurting others and making their lives hell, but she does have a high amount of loyalty and respect to those who she deems worthy enough of it. Her hostile nature was birthed by her unfortunate death, but she has long thought of it as a gift. With her attention only focused on power, she can be the adversary that brings a being to his or her downfall. Luckily, her intelligence gifts her with communication, and strategic insight that Presta could truly benefit from; something denied to Gillian, but given to adjuchas and higher-ranked hollow.
Both on the battlefield and off, Presta flirts with the fine line of being cocky, arrogant and overconfident amongst the fellow adjuchas. Her amount of anger is immeasurable, and her rash behavior is what usually gets her in trouble with the wrong crowd. Loathing all that look down upon her only fuels her immeasurable amount of anger, causing Presta to lash out verbally and physically if need be against an opponent.
Presta usually isn't the type to make attachments, being more of a lethal and ferocious criminal. Simply not tolerant of annoyances and general frailty of nuisances, Presta won't hesitate to kill, and inevitably will rupture, ending with a large heated argument. Despite her rash and belligerent behavior, there are times that Presta will revert to the proverbial silent yet murderous type; hell, she’d do anything to reach the top… even if it means befriending a stronger adversary. Deadly armed with a witch-like demeanor, she can prove to be quite intimidating to others. Rarely revealed, is this female's jealousy, and envy for power. Anger obscures and twists the figment of everyone's perception, everyone's opinions. Anger, resentment, are primarily her basic emotions, but even these types of demeanor are, at times, used solely as deception to an even grander dilemma; an insatiable desire and hunger for power. But 'shhh', this obstacle is unconsciously triggered by the female. Or does she choose to deny it?
History:
The Brink of Dawn
[/b][/u]Name: Presta Carnívoro
Gender: Feminine
Age: 441
Faction: Hollow
Rank: Adjuchas
Reiatsu Color: A rough, coarse coloration of terrain, darkened into a Raw Umber.
Reiatsu Aura: Antipathy- The feeling of as if you're being ignored, or your lips are sealed shut; as if incapable of speaking, it brings a strong sense of disdain with aversion or repugnance. Literally, you feel like a piece of shit, and it's funny to say you may smell like one!
Appearance:
A creature that immediately strikes fear into the souls and minds of others, Presta resembles the 'Grim Reaper' herself; Some say she is a mixture of one large malicious reptile in conjunction with a savage demon constructed inside the gates of hell. The backside of her legs are condensed and packaged row upon row of protruding spikes, developed for the sake of killing. Her feet also contain claws, though developed rather two serrated, immensely sharp crescent-like raptor claws found on each big toe. The leather-esque, sturdy tail can be used like a whip across an opponent's face for good measure, while sharp-pointed claws extending outward from her digits easily slice through flesh below her power. Luckily, a hollow hole is formed between her muscular abdomen, while her face resembles a raptor. At the cranium, countless spikes can be used to charge at a foe, and even the enlarged canines hanging from the roof of her maw, as well as the same type of teeth lodged into her lower jaw rip through the thickest of meals. One could not simply forget the scaly plates of protection surrounding her exterior, as well as the rather slim, yet muscular tone she possesses; Well in shape, certain attributes of her body can be used as proof. Though slender and agile, Presta is also short for her size, only reaching 5'2" if not 5'4". Napoleon Complex going, much?
Personality: Only an impassive and malicious warrior in nature, Presta's intentions are truly hunting down prey and devouring them to bits. She can be considered a psychopath only bent on hurting others and making their lives hell, but she does have a high amount of loyalty and respect to those who she deems worthy enough of it. Her hostile nature was birthed by her unfortunate death, but she has long thought of it as a gift. With her attention only focused on power, she can be the adversary that brings a being to his or her downfall. Luckily, her intelligence gifts her with communication, and strategic insight that Presta could truly benefit from; something denied to Gillian, but given to adjuchas and higher-ranked hollow.
Both on the battlefield and off, Presta flirts with the fine line of being cocky, arrogant and overconfident amongst the fellow adjuchas. Her amount of anger is immeasurable, and her rash behavior is what usually gets her in trouble with the wrong crowd. Loathing all that look down upon her only fuels her immeasurable amount of anger, causing Presta to lash out verbally and physically if need be against an opponent.
Presta usually isn't the type to make attachments, being more of a lethal and ferocious criminal. Simply not tolerant of annoyances and general frailty of nuisances, Presta won't hesitate to kill, and inevitably will rupture, ending with a large heated argument. Despite her rash and belligerent behavior, there are times that Presta will revert to the proverbial silent yet murderous type; hell, she’d do anything to reach the top… even if it means befriending a stronger adversary. Deadly armed with a witch-like demeanor, she can prove to be quite intimidating to others. Rarely revealed, is this female's jealousy, and envy for power. Anger obscures and twists the figment of everyone's perception, everyone's opinions. Anger, resentment, are primarily her basic emotions, but even these types of demeanor are, at times, used solely as deception to an even grander dilemma; an insatiable desire and hunger for power. But 'shhh', this obstacle is unconsciously triggered by the female. Or does she choose to deny it?
History:
The Brink of Dawn
The birth of an angelic child; a thing that most common people grovel at their hands and feet to partake in and experience, especially if the child they hold in their gentle hands happens to be theirs. What most citizens know is how the child will be raised and cared for, but what they don't know is the child's destined future, and untimely fate; for it is obscured by the murky clouds of tomorrow...
The little girl that came into the world took part in regular schooling like any other female, Spanish child, but there was something different about the lass, and unfortunately it was too early to tell. The determined gleam in her eye told the story of it all, no one could recognize it yet.
Her gloriously brutish future grew more and more apparent with each and every passing year, and finally, when she began to reach her middle teenage years, many adults in the village found Presta to be determined in combat. Her parents had raised her well, of course, but she strangely enjoyed picking little quarrels, and her interest in swordsmanship only grew. So, where did she wind up in her early adulthood? In the bar, causing ruckus and worthless fights.
But, rewind for just a slight moment. Her father, and mother both realized the dangers their cocky, belligerent daughter would get herself into, and so they both invested money into combat classes. Preparation became key, and this female was surely over-prepared for the trials ahead. Her father, a military general once during his prime, taught his daughter.
Time had passed, and the young lass spent her days tormenting fellow villagers, though something was starting to twist in the village as a whole. Tired of her utter bullshit only defined by her witch-like demeanor, the citizens ended the female’s quest for dominance by ending her fragile, human life. Unfortunately, her parents were also executed for raising the ill female, eventually winding up in soul society opposite to what Presta's fate had in store of her. An even greater motive to wreck havoc on the villagers.
Death, a truly tragic ending that was fated for the belligerent bitch. Only hatred grew within her soul, and yet… speaking of which… how exactly was she still present on the earth? Just a mere soul, a wanderer that plotted revenge on the villagers in due time.
Free-roaming, what couldn't be better? For many years, which seemed like an eternity, she roamed the village, an obvious growing anger residing within her. Sure, her past fall from grace was terrible, but surely it could not be as bad as predicted?!
Presta's fate was an ‘upset’, and her death was the end of her human life, but when every door closes, a new portal begins. The afterlife, and with such a gruesome ending, an even greater horrid path lied ahead. Her soul had undergone a transformation; from woman, to reptilian beast... Well, say goodbye to the villagers for me!
Once the female finished her killing spree, Presta truly had no more souls to consume from the village. Lucky, a massive gillian stupidly entered the living realm of humans, and allowed the female hollow to travel through garganta to an entirely different dimension once it returned to it's living area: Hueco Mundo. The large, pathetic beast allowed the low leveled menos to stealthy hide behind it, and Presta was about to experience a whole new meaning on survival.
Times a Changing[/b][/u]
Hollow.. Hollow. Hollow. Hollow. The simple thought of being free and not eternally earthbound by a chain was simply fascinating; she had the full freedom to come back and devour those who turned her into this, it wasn't a curse being a hollow, no, it was a blessing, it was as if her true spirit was incarnated into a new flesh. Despite finishing off every single inhabitant of the village, and rightfully filling her "stomach", she still felt... hungry. It was hard to describe a hunger so frightening; she had an empty, void hole on his person, and somehow, someway, her everlasting hunger seemed to originate from that.
Answers weren't there, and following it up with her brash personality, she simply sought it out, either voluntarily or involuntarily, both being guided by pure instincts. Naturally, she was adept in what she was doing; instincts alone drove her to survival, and as if it were preternatural, her hate manifested into the hunger which forced her to strike those of her kin: other Hollows. The idea of it now was 'Eat or be eaten', she had only one option, and it was the most obvious. There was always something that each soul shared, despite all odds or negligence of the matter, they all had one thing in common: the flight for power. For most being, especially Hollows, power ensured one's survival; the more powerful you are, the longer you would reign, the longer you would live, the longer that that power would act as an artificial high.
There wasn't anything to do but eat; eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat anything that shared a wee bit of reiatsu. Her hunger never seemed to settle down, that void never seemed to be filled; it was like a glass filled with water, though only half - was it truly half full or half empty? Besides, she wasn't nearly anywhere there. Predation became the only means of acquiring power, her lizard-esque body and disheartening instincts gave her an upper hand in, what appeared to be, a never ending race of the fittest.
A Little About Presta[/b][/u]
In all reality, there was only so much a person could consume before experiencing such a drastic change, in this case, the former hollow that was, turned to something even more vicious, something even more cunning - her hate was manifesting in ways so... interesting. The collaboration which she joined seem to be a network of thousands of souls, each one indecisively attacking one another in being the top of an internal struggle. 'Destiny' didn't seem to end there for her; it was her who would need to take tyranny over the vessel, it was always her that would be the one who could do it - the will to survive was so strong.
An escalation of evolution would also result in a insatiable hunger, a new tier of monsters to hunt and feed upon; the first winning the skirmish always ending up taking the helm.
More, more, more, more, more!
A gluttony of such a desire was already revealed, the sheer lust for acquisition putting her into a pseudo-earthbound standstill that could only acquire divination through means of supreme control; she would become Adjuchas.
Her flesh retained most of her former shape, still lizard-like and indecisively quick, though her current structure became more spiky, and useful for survival.
Presta hadn't an idea why or how she evolved into something even more menacing, though what she could pull together was even more fascinating: if she just evolved, there would have to be another evolutionary stage, another tier which would manifest all her hate and power into one grandiose and eloquent being.. With that in mind, and primarily her motivational force, along with hunger, she pillaged past any whom crossed her path.. power was so intoxicating, and clearly, she was utterly addicted.
It won’t go down from here… she won’t allow it.
As fate predicted, Presta's undying hatred of superior beings -- the arrancar -- drove the adjuchas to the edge... but in this case, that edge was interaction with them.
The reptilian hollow became well acquainted with the 'culture' and tendencies of the Arrancar, fueling her envious and jealous disposition to no end; where it was decided she'd continue to inevitably try and reach that specific stage, at no matter what the cost.
Thankfully, she also developed a certain soft spot for her partner in crime, which she dubbed the little canine-esque hollow "Pipsqueak."
With these newly introduced relations, Presta will either become intertwined with their fates, or disperse from them entirely. Well, the hollow 'motto' does ensure that only the strong will survive.
She can only go up from here![/center]
