Derips Ardyh
May 2, 2012 15:28:34 GMT -8
Post by Caden Reinhart on May 2, 2012 15:28:34 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Derips
Gender: Male
Age: 1518
Faction: Arrancar
Rank: Tercero Espada
Reiatsu Color: Dark Purple
Reiatsu Aura: The feeling of being sorounded by hundreds of insects, who seem to fly/walk around you intently, never knowing when they will try and jump on you
Appearance:]
While his frame is rather slim, with very little muscles poking out from his flesh, he manages to impose others with his 7 feet of height. Not many can look to him eye to eye. His body covered in the typical arracanar robes, hiding the pale, almost white skin of his body, and the Hollow hole placed in the middle of his chest. His mask covers the right side of his face, a small fang petrouding slightly forward from it.
Personality: At all times, Derips keeps a cold, serious attitude, almost completely void of any emotion. Somewhat like a warlord, he will speak when he seems fit, usually to give out quick, precise orders. Orders he wants executed on the spot, with no question. He is like that almost constantly. Whether is he seeing his enemies being slaughtered before his eyes with his plan perfectly executed, or beating the leaving hell out of a subordinate for his incompetence, he will still as cool as collected as if nothing exceptional was happening.
In his mind, there is only one important thing in any world: power. It is something he constantly craves for, and the only thing he respects. Anything weak for any reason is not much better then trash to him, while he can show a slightly dose of respect to a being of reasonable strength. Still, in his mind he will always be the superior being, no matter the situation. He will always strive for more power, and do whatever it costs to achieve it.
As mentioned before, he doesn’t express too much emotion. That being said, he has some deeper likes and dislikes in his head. He simply despises defeat, weather it be one of his own men, or himself being beat. While always calm in his dremor, he will go out of his way to punish the one that failed, even going to harming himself if he were to fail. On the other hand, he will take the blame for the defeat only if there is nothing or no one else to blame for it. Which he loves doing.
He is also a sickingly ambitious individual. While he wont show it, in his mind he is the best, and wants everyone to acknowledge it. If someone claims to be better, he will hunt him down. He may head straight at him in battle, he may wait for decade plotting his downfall, but he will crush anyone claiming to be better then him.
Usually, he prefers to stay at the sidelines, watching his plan unfold. Going into battle himself is a last resort, as he usually prefers to toy around with his potential opponents first. When the need arises, he still prefers to stay outside of the fight, attacking from a range or quickly moving in and striking once but good before retreating. He pretty much despises using weapons, as he never could get a grip of how to use them. He will pick his own body over any weapon.
History:
As he hoped, it was the addition to his diet that he needed Derips could bask in his new, glorious form as a Vasto Lord. He should be happy now…but that wasn’t the case. He knew that while still high on the food chain, he still was on of few Vasto Lord… and he wanted to be THE mightiest . He craved even more power… even if technically a the top of his abilities, he still felt there was something still awaiting him. And thus begun another busy time in his life… He ventured through the vast lands of Hueco Mondo . He would not hide away as the rest of the Vasto… he had more interesting plans on his mind
Name: Derips
Gender: Male
Age: 1518
Faction: Arrancar
Rank: Tercero Espada
Reiatsu Color: Dark Purple
Reiatsu Aura: The feeling of being sorounded by hundreds of insects, who seem to fly/walk around you intently, never knowing when they will try and jump on you
Appearance:]
While his frame is rather slim, with very little muscles poking out from his flesh, he manages to impose others with his 7 feet of height. Not many can look to him eye to eye. His body covered in the typical arracanar robes, hiding the pale, almost white skin of his body, and the Hollow hole placed in the middle of his chest. His mask covers the right side of his face, a small fang petrouding slightly forward from it.
Personality: At all times, Derips keeps a cold, serious attitude, almost completely void of any emotion. Somewhat like a warlord, he will speak when he seems fit, usually to give out quick, precise orders. Orders he wants executed on the spot, with no question. He is like that almost constantly. Whether is he seeing his enemies being slaughtered before his eyes with his plan perfectly executed, or beating the leaving hell out of a subordinate for his incompetence, he will still as cool as collected as if nothing exceptional was happening.
In his mind, there is only one important thing in any world: power. It is something he constantly craves for, and the only thing he respects. Anything weak for any reason is not much better then trash to him, while he can show a slightly dose of respect to a being of reasonable strength. Still, in his mind he will always be the superior being, no matter the situation. He will always strive for more power, and do whatever it costs to achieve it.
As mentioned before, he doesn’t express too much emotion. That being said, he has some deeper likes and dislikes in his head. He simply despises defeat, weather it be one of his own men, or himself being beat. While always calm in his dremor, he will go out of his way to punish the one that failed, even going to harming himself if he were to fail. On the other hand, he will take the blame for the defeat only if there is nothing or no one else to blame for it. Which he loves doing.
He is also a sickingly ambitious individual. While he wont show it, in his mind he is the best, and wants everyone to acknowledge it. If someone claims to be better, he will hunt him down. He may head straight at him in battle, he may wait for decade plotting his downfall, but he will crush anyone claiming to be better then him.
Usually, he prefers to stay at the sidelines, watching his plan unfold. Going into battle himself is a last resort, as he usually prefers to toy around with his potential opponents first. When the need arises, he still prefers to stay outside of the fight, attacking from a range or quickly moving in and striking once but good before retreating. He pretty much despises using weapons, as he never could get a grip of how to use them. He will pick his own body over any weapon.
History:
The story of this Hollow begins back in the past, many years before the great war between the two spiritual forces. He was born as any human, in the home of a pair of farmers, living in a village in the outskirts of one of the bigger cities in north Japan. As one could guess, they were not the richest of people, but they enjoyed their simple life, and learned the value of hard work in it. However, their son did not share their enthusiasm. More often then not, he would be avoiding any chores he was given, instead wandering across the village, usually near the market, observing the merchants which made a stop by in the village on their way, in awe of the goods they sold, and the riches they possessed. While not pleased with such behavior, they simply hoped it was because of his young age, and that it would pass when he got older.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The boy, now more of young men, was not as much impressed of the wealth of the city folk, then jealous of it. He looked down upon the men of the village, seeing them as worthless scum which couldn’t do anything to make their lives better. He tried so quite actively, selling any valuable goods he…borrowed from home, as well as turning to slightly less…clean acts. Why it caused a great deal of grief to his parents, he did not care the slightest, as in his mind they were no better then the other villagers. He was more then that…he knew it…he craved to get out of this “prison” of his, to become someone important…and a chance arose. Several landlords went to war, and each of them needed men for their armies… as soon as the men of the ruler of the city came to the village, looking for men, not thinking twice he volunteered, and left the village, towards a new, bright future…
The begging was not easy though. He was a rather weak person in terms of physical prowess, and the war turned out to be a vicious and bloody one. However he had a thing many of the grunt soldiers lacked: brains, cunning, and ambition. He carefully picked his spots in battle, either in places where the fight was not so rough, or within the ranks of the best fighters, where he could rely on their skill, while he could simply finish of the weaker prey. Also, he tried to be as helpful as he could for his comrades, quickly earning their trust. Which he gladly used, guiding the through battle as his pawns, keeping danger away from him…and if one would fall, he was more then glad to “take care” of any valuables he might had with him. AS it turned out, he was rather adept in ordering people around, which didn’t go unnoticed.
First, he was advanced to the rank of officer, and now officially commanded his small group of men. The group began to grow more, as he proved again and again he was quite adept in the art of strategic warfare. He wasn’t flawless however. Ones of his few “mistakes” caused the life of his unit’s commander. The void was soon filled however, by none other but him. He soon proved to be one of the most successful leaders in the army of his ruler…even gaining the attention of him in person. Soon, an offer was presented to him to become the court strategist of the kingdom…which he gladly accepted.
Many like him would be perfectly satisfied y their place in life, serving loyally to gain even more power and wealth through hard work. But not our hero. He wished much more power in much less time… and so while providing the troops of his master with aid, he made various attempts to contact his rivals, as well as from a small reel group which wished to overthrow the current ruler. However, luck would soon run out. One of the other kingdoms was soon to fall, and he and the King were now set on their horses, observing as their troops were preparing to size the foes castle. He was practically swelling in pride. He could already see himself, sitting upon the throne, watching down upon the world under his feet… and then he felt it. A short, quick stab, straight at his heart. Without a chance or retaliation, he fall on the ground, dead…seems his King wasn’t so as stupid as he thought…and so death found him. In a split second, the work of his life has been ruined, and from almost the top of the mountain, he feels straight down to the bottom… but he didn’t say his last word
Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. The boy, now more of young men, was not as much impressed of the wealth of the city folk, then jealous of it. He looked down upon the men of the village, seeing them as worthless scum which couldn’t do anything to make their lives better. He tried so quite actively, selling any valuable goods he…borrowed from home, as well as turning to slightly less…clean acts. Why it caused a great deal of grief to his parents, he did not care the slightest, as in his mind they were no better then the other villagers. He was more then that…he knew it…he craved to get out of this “prison” of his, to become someone important…and a chance arose. Several landlords went to war, and each of them needed men for their armies… as soon as the men of the ruler of the city came to the village, looking for men, not thinking twice he volunteered, and left the village, towards a new, bright future…
The begging was not easy though. He was a rather weak person in terms of physical prowess, and the war turned out to be a vicious and bloody one. However he had a thing many of the grunt soldiers lacked: brains, cunning, and ambition. He carefully picked his spots in battle, either in places where the fight was not so rough, or within the ranks of the best fighters, where he could rely on their skill, while he could simply finish of the weaker prey. Also, he tried to be as helpful as he could for his comrades, quickly earning their trust. Which he gladly used, guiding the through battle as his pawns, keeping danger away from him…and if one would fall, he was more then glad to “take care” of any valuables he might had with him. AS it turned out, he was rather adept in ordering people around, which didn’t go unnoticed.
First, he was advanced to the rank of officer, and now officially commanded his small group of men. The group began to grow more, as he proved again and again he was quite adept in the art of strategic warfare. He wasn’t flawless however. Ones of his few “mistakes” caused the life of his unit’s commander. The void was soon filled however, by none other but him. He soon proved to be one of the most successful leaders in the army of his ruler…even gaining the attention of him in person. Soon, an offer was presented to him to become the court strategist of the kingdom…which he gladly accepted.
Many like him would be perfectly satisfied y their place in life, serving loyally to gain even more power and wealth through hard work. But not our hero. He wished much more power in much less time… and so while providing the troops of his master with aid, he made various attempts to contact his rivals, as well as from a small reel group which wished to overthrow the current ruler. However, luck would soon run out. One of the other kingdoms was soon to fall, and he and the King were now set on their horses, observing as their troops were preparing to size the foes castle. He was practically swelling in pride. He could already see himself, sitting upon the throne, watching down upon the world under his feet… and then he felt it. A short, quick stab, straight at his heart. Without a chance or retaliation, he fall on the ground, dead…seems his King wasn’t so as stupid as he thought…and so death found him. In a split second, the work of his life has been ruined, and from almost the top of the mountain, he feels straight down to the bottom… but he didn’t say his last word
As he opened his eyes, he found himself neither in hell or heaven…but next to the ones who caused his demise. Enraged, he charged at them…only to walk right through them. To his discomfort, he was now a mere Pulse, or ghost as normal people say, bound to the ground by an unusual chain. He could still stay and watch the onslaught of battle ensue. Quite furious he was. Not only could he do nothing but watch the fools slay each other, he also had to hear the cries and moans of despair from all the other spirits, none of the soldiers gaining a peaceful death…and the firggin chain was simply killing him. He kept tugging it, yanking at it with all his force…that, and the ever-growing fury made the corrosion of his spirit chain go quite fast. Suddenly, it changed into some sort of monster, and then he felt a pain greater then ever before…and then there was hunger…
The other spirits were quite shocked to see a monstrous being, akin to a spider, burst out of the blackness. Some tried to run, but to no avail, as the creature zoomed across the battlefield, consuming each and one of them…but it wasn’t enough, the beast craved for more…and so it went on to the living beings. The king, the one who executed him, other soldiers, common men…by the time the sun rose, each and one of them was eaten…and the hunger was satisfied for now. As his senses slowly returned to him, the being tried to asses just what happened…until he heard an ear pricing shriek. Many, many other Hollows came to the battlefield now, probably lured by the any lives lost here. It didn’t take a genius to guess he wouldn’t hold out against them to long…and so the spider like Hollow quickly scurried to safety.
After a rather brief chase, he found himself a nice cave to hide away, and soon the other Hollows grew tired of looking, and went on their way. Having this moment of piece, the younger… former men took while to think. Days ago, he was a helpless, pathetic stranded ghost on this godforsaken land…and now here he was a monstrosity which devoured more then an entire town on a whim of his instincts. And quite frankly…he liked it. Now, he truly felt superior to any other human… most of the worthless scum wasn’t even able to see his form. But he couldn’t just leave it at that. There were other beasts like them…even stronger. He would not tolerate that…he would be the top of the food chain, one way or another. And besides…he was getting hungry again
From that point, he lead a rather simple life… wandered around the world, terrorized local people, eat a lot… he was especially fond of rich people, and those of royal blood, the jealousy from his previous life still burning in his mind. However, he soon found simple folk to be an unsatisfying meal, as he craved from more… soon after, he saw an unusual display…a being like him, battling with a sword wielding human, all clad in dark robes…it was a rough battle, but it seemed the Hollow would emerge the victor, almost ready to devour his opponent… until a third fighter came in. As the other two were tired and wounded, Derips had little trouble in disabling the pair. To his surprise, they both proved much more satisfying meals then any he had before. In a twisted way it was rather delicious…and he wanted more, much more. The intense lust, and hunger made him search for something…he didn’t know what till he found it… some sort of rift, a break in reality…as he entered he found himself within the homeland of his kind, Hueco Mundo.
Quickly adapting to the new surroundings, he lead his life as he did; now finding a lot of more satisfying treats on his way. And he would continue on until he came into of a strange sight. Hordes of Hollows gathered in one place, mashing and crashing with each other. To this day he isn’t sure just what caused it, but he felt a deep, instinctive urged to join in the gathering. So he did, and more Hollows kept joining…until only one emerged.
The other spirits were quite shocked to see a monstrous being, akin to a spider, burst out of the blackness. Some tried to run, but to no avail, as the creature zoomed across the battlefield, consuming each and one of them…but it wasn’t enough, the beast craved for more…and so it went on to the living beings. The king, the one who executed him, other soldiers, common men…by the time the sun rose, each and one of them was eaten…and the hunger was satisfied for now. As his senses slowly returned to him, the being tried to asses just what happened…until he heard an ear pricing shriek. Many, many other Hollows came to the battlefield now, probably lured by the any lives lost here. It didn’t take a genius to guess he wouldn’t hold out against them to long…and so the spider like Hollow quickly scurried to safety.
After a rather brief chase, he found himself a nice cave to hide away, and soon the other Hollows grew tired of looking, and went on their way. Having this moment of piece, the younger… former men took while to think. Days ago, he was a helpless, pathetic stranded ghost on this godforsaken land…and now here he was a monstrosity which devoured more then an entire town on a whim of his instincts. And quite frankly…he liked it. Now, he truly felt superior to any other human… most of the worthless scum wasn’t even able to see his form. But he couldn’t just leave it at that. There were other beasts like them…even stronger. He would not tolerate that…he would be the top of the food chain, one way or another. And besides…he was getting hungry again
From that point, he lead a rather simple life… wandered around the world, terrorized local people, eat a lot… he was especially fond of rich people, and those of royal blood, the jealousy from his previous life still burning in his mind. However, he soon found simple folk to be an unsatisfying meal, as he craved from more… soon after, he saw an unusual display…a being like him, battling with a sword wielding human, all clad in dark robes…it was a rough battle, but it seemed the Hollow would emerge the victor, almost ready to devour his opponent… until a third fighter came in. As the other two were tired and wounded, Derips had little trouble in disabling the pair. To his surprise, they both proved much more satisfying meals then any he had before. In a twisted way it was rather delicious…and he wanted more, much more. The intense lust, and hunger made him search for something…he didn’t know what till he found it… some sort of rift, a break in reality…as he entered he found himself within the homeland of his kind, Hueco Mundo.
Quickly adapting to the new surroundings, he lead his life as he did; now finding a lot of more satisfying treats on his way. And he would continue on until he came into of a strange sight. Hordes of Hollows gathered in one place, mashing and crashing with each other. To this day he isn’t sure just what caused it, but he felt a deep, instinctive urged to join in the gathering. So he did, and more Hollows kept joining…until only one emerged.
At first, life as a Gillian was one major headache. All the other hollows, bragging, whining, trying to overthrow their will over the other…pathetic. Through all the inner turmoil, his will was firma and unmoving, gradually gaining more and more control over the collective mind. Soon, amidst any protest, he emerged as the superior of all…and so the whole body was under his control
For the first time in his life, Derips was actually physically superior to most beings he came across…and he enjoyed every minute of them. Small Hollows were like little running candies from him, just waiting to be reach at and chowed down. Other Gillian’s were a slightly bigger problem, but he never provoked any to attack…on the contrary, he managed to come to an “understanding” of sorts with the towering beings, banding a small (or large, depends on how you look at it) group, rising their chances of survival, or munching on a particularly tasty Gillian. Sooner then later, another change had occurred; leaving his companions rather absolute…they were a nice treat though…
For the first time in his life, Derips was actually physically superior to most beings he came across…and he enjoyed every minute of them. Small Hollows were like little running candies from him, just waiting to be reach at and chowed down. Other Gillian’s were a slightly bigger problem, but he never provoked any to attack…on the contrary, he managed to come to an “understanding” of sorts with the towering beings, banding a small (or large, depends on how you look at it) group, rising their chances of survival, or munching on a particularly tasty Gillian. Sooner then later, another change had occurred; leaving his companions rather absolute…they were a nice treat though…
As an Adjucha, Derips resembled more of a human then he ever regained bits of his humanity…thus his hunger for flesh was overshadowed by his old hunger…for power. Now, it seemed rather difficult to achieve in a land inhibitated by mindless beasts. Burt they all recognized one authority…power. And by what he heard, there was a group among them that was considered the mightiest of them all…The Vasto Lords.
It took some time for him to get even a tiny trace of the mighty beings, as they preferred to stay hidden from view, isolating themselves from their less evolved brethren. It could even turn out impossible… but fortunately for Derips, while presumly in the pinnacle of their evolution, they could not resist their hunger for blood… while he never knew why, the Hollow have moved out of the safety of their dessert, and began their assault on the human world…one which would result in the great war. And soon enough he encountered a group of three, which were amassing lower Hollows to lead to the world of living. Derips decided to take a tactical approach…and pounced straight at the biggest of them. That cause a rather huge uproar, but he managed to avoid all the attacks sent towards him…for a daring 19 seconds, till said Vasto Lord caught him by the throat. And so would end his story…fortunately, that particular Vasto Lord had some sort of a “soft spot” for brave beings… he guessed so after seeing the look of cold despise he threw towards the other Hollows, kneeling in fright before him. Derips’es display, as well as prowess in general, earned him the spot of the Lord’s right hand.
The next couple of hundred years were rather stressful times for Derips. This war was much more bloody then any he fought as a human being, and he was forced to fight in the front lines almost all of the time, along with his new “lord”. However, while intimidating, he was quite easy to manipulate. He easily goaded him into taking on the stronger opponents, while he focused on those near his range of power, and devouring lots and lots of nutrition humans…and Hollows which happened to be dyeing near him… they would die anyway. Cant waste resources, right?
And so the routine went on through out all the war… he consumed more and more, being just a small step away from hi goal…but the fights were getting more and more violent, the Hollows getting a rather sound beating. Most of the other Lords already backed away to their homeland, but nooo, his had to fight to the end…and so they fought against the Soul Reapers, the leaders of the Shinigami tearing through their ranks like a knife through human flesh. Most of the other Hollows turned their tail and ran, but he waited… but some of the more loyal (or intimidated… who knows) ones stood their ground, along with their master. As powerful as he was though, even he couldn’t stand the chance amongst the endless wave of Shinigami. Amidst his wounds, he fought on…until he felt himself being dragged back into Hueco Mundo. Before he even had the chance to figure out what happened, another attacker came at him…Derips himself. Although a tough opponent, he was practically in near death state, with Derips being in top shape. Soon, the Vasto Lord fell, and his remains were consumed by the winner…
It took some time for him to get even a tiny trace of the mighty beings, as they preferred to stay hidden from view, isolating themselves from their less evolved brethren. It could even turn out impossible… but fortunately for Derips, while presumly in the pinnacle of their evolution, they could not resist their hunger for blood… while he never knew why, the Hollow have moved out of the safety of their dessert, and began their assault on the human world…one which would result in the great war. And soon enough he encountered a group of three, which were amassing lower Hollows to lead to the world of living. Derips decided to take a tactical approach…and pounced straight at the biggest of them. That cause a rather huge uproar, but he managed to avoid all the attacks sent towards him…for a daring 19 seconds, till said Vasto Lord caught him by the throat. And so would end his story…fortunately, that particular Vasto Lord had some sort of a “soft spot” for brave beings… he guessed so after seeing the look of cold despise he threw towards the other Hollows, kneeling in fright before him. Derips’es display, as well as prowess in general, earned him the spot of the Lord’s right hand.
The next couple of hundred years were rather stressful times for Derips. This war was much more bloody then any he fought as a human being, and he was forced to fight in the front lines almost all of the time, along with his new “lord”. However, while intimidating, he was quite easy to manipulate. He easily goaded him into taking on the stronger opponents, while he focused on those near his range of power, and devouring lots and lots of nutrition humans…and Hollows which happened to be dyeing near him… they would die anyway. Cant waste resources, right?
And so the routine went on through out all the war… he consumed more and more, being just a small step away from hi goal…but the fights were getting more and more violent, the Hollows getting a rather sound beating. Most of the other Lords already backed away to their homeland, but nooo, his had to fight to the end…and so they fought against the Soul Reapers, the leaders of the Shinigami tearing through their ranks like a knife through human flesh. Most of the other Hollows turned their tail and ran, but he waited… but some of the more loyal (or intimidated… who knows) ones stood their ground, along with their master. As powerful as he was though, even he couldn’t stand the chance amongst the endless wave of Shinigami. Amidst his wounds, he fought on…until he felt himself being dragged back into Hueco Mundo. Before he even had the chance to figure out what happened, another attacker came at him…Derips himself. Although a tough opponent, he was practically in near death state, with Derips being in top shape. Soon, the Vasto Lord fell, and his remains were consumed by the winner…
As he hoped, it was the addition to his diet that he needed Derips could bask in his new, glorious form as a Vasto Lord. He should be happy now…but that wasn’t the case. He knew that while still high on the food chain, he still was on of few Vasto Lord… and he wanted to be THE mightiest . He craved even more power… even if technically a the top of his abilities, he still felt there was something still awaiting him. And thus begun another busy time in his life… He ventured through the vast lands of Hueco Mondo . He would not hide away as the rest of the Vasto… he had more interesting plans on his mind
And so it went on for several centuries. Derips venture the land of Hollows, fending of any Hollow that dared cross his path. He didn’t do it because of hunger though, as they could barely satisfy his appetite anyways. If they were defiant they were killed…if they acknowledge his superiority, he allowed them to follow. Soon the gathering grew more and more, the horde soon becoming a known force around. And Derips still wanted more. More Hollow under his command, more beings covering in fear and respect from him…more power. It became an obsession, his thirst for more power and control completely silenced his other Hollow urges…And then suddenly the mask covering his face for all these centuries started to burn… he didn’t know who or what caused this, but the pain was unbearable…His hollers of pain could be heard through the whole dessert, as he tugged on the mask… and seconds later, he finally achieve his final goal... perfection.
Derips finally achieved the pinnacle of Hollow evolution… he became an Arrancar. And while his hunger for power still stayed the same, it wasn’t just for the sake of having it. As he’s body matured, so did his mind… till now, he wanted power for recognition…now, as he achieved it, he wanted it for conquest. He began amassing even greater amounts of Hollow of even grater strength, his mind already working… when he would be heading towards the second War with the Shinigami, he would make sure he would be ready.
And then, he met the first of , as it turned out, other of his own kind. Uulum. And He attacked him straight of the bat. The though of something trying to mock his own form was infuriating. What made him even angrier is the fact that they seemed evenly matched. However, the lazy Arrancar didn’t put on much of an offense on his own, and waited till Derips has calmed. And then he learned about the gathering… Las Noches… the Espada… someone leading a group that should be following HIM…
After Derips had cooled of, he had decided to follow this new being bck the the rest of the Espada. Uulum became the only being he showed any dose of respect for, mostly because it became that he could became a useful ally, who would not care much of his position. To all the other, he acts with a sense of superiority and distain at almost all time. A well deserved one to, as he quickly wormed his way to the position of Tracero Espada. A position he was happy with, as it allowed him to have a loud voice when it came to nay planning... still, this was only temporary... his goal clear and set in his mind.
Derips finally achieved the pinnacle of Hollow evolution… he became an Arrancar. And while his hunger for power still stayed the same, it wasn’t just for the sake of having it. As he’s body matured, so did his mind… till now, he wanted power for recognition…now, as he achieved it, he wanted it for conquest. He began amassing even greater amounts of Hollow of even grater strength, his mind already working… when he would be heading towards the second War with the Shinigami, he would make sure he would be ready.
And then, he met the first of , as it turned out, other of his own kind. Uulum. And He attacked him straight of the bat. The though of something trying to mock his own form was infuriating. What made him even angrier is the fact that they seemed evenly matched. However, the lazy Arrancar didn’t put on much of an offense on his own, and waited till Derips has calmed. And then he learned about the gathering… Las Noches… the Espada… someone leading a group that should be following HIM…
After Derips had cooled of, he had decided to follow this new being bck the the rest of the Espada. Uulum became the only being he showed any dose of respect for, mostly because it became that he could became a useful ally, who would not care much of his position. To all the other, he acts with a sense of superiority and distain at almost all time. A well deserved one to, as he quickly wormed his way to the position of Tracero Espada. A position he was happy with, as it allowed him to have a loud voice when it came to nay planning... still, this was only temporary... his goal clear and set in his mind.
During thier short while as a group, Derips never did seem to get along with any of them besides Uulum... and of course, he was sepecially spitefull of Ulqioza, the Primera, which he gave show on every chance he got. He wonderd just how to shift the balance of powers...untill one day, a chance apeard itslef. Lead into what could be a trap by the 1st's Fraccion, Derips found himslef in the middle of crossfire beetwen Shinigami and Ulqioza. Angerd by the move, and seeing a good chance to get rid of his rival once and for all, he turned on thier proclamied leader... he however ended up being pulled out of the plain of the living via Negacion...through the looks of it, it seemed his wounds would prove fatal...
Estatic by his victory (or what seemed to be one) he made haste to Los Noches...only to find the castle ruined, that Espada and Arrancar scatered for the most part... he slowly made his way through the ruined castle, seeing how his chance for power eluded him once again...giving out an anguished cry he drew out several Hollow through Los Noches, to which he proclaimed himslef as the new Primera Espada...to which no one gave bearly any notice. As of now, his rank was just a number, and he needed to work to make it mean something
Derips had spent some time trying to amass a working force to try and rebuild the castle...at the same time, he decided to act up on his few aquiantences with the lesser Hollow, the adjucha, who showed potential to form a new group... in retrospect, he was angry at how he handeld his situation qith Ulqioza...especially after he breafily saw him alive, surviving the atack of the Shinigami...so now he searched for him, trying to either make amends with his new/old enemy, or finally settle the difrances beetwen them...then there was a meeting with a small Hollow called Lieko, who he had a wierd hunch could prove usefull to him...and of corse, there was the Tournamnet, which he was placed in by some higher powers...yes, his road seemd to be far from over at this point..."
Estatic by his victory (or what seemed to be one) he made haste to Los Noches...only to find the castle ruined, that Espada and Arrancar scatered for the most part... he slowly made his way through the ruined castle, seeing how his chance for power eluded him once again...giving out an anguished cry he drew out several Hollow through Los Noches, to which he proclaimed himslef as the new Primera Espada...to which no one gave bearly any notice. As of now, his rank was just a number, and he needed to work to make it mean something
Derips had spent some time trying to amass a working force to try and rebuild the castle...at the same time, he decided to act up on his few aquiantences with the lesser Hollow, the adjucha, who showed potential to form a new group... in retrospect, he was angry at how he handeld his situation qith Ulqioza...especially after he breafily saw him alive, surviving the atack of the Shinigami...so now he searched for him, trying to either make amends with his new/old enemy, or finally settle the difrances beetwen them...then there was a meeting with a small Hollow called Lieko, who he had a wierd hunch could prove usefull to him...and of corse, there was the Tournamnet, which he was placed in by some higher powers...yes, his road seemd to be far from over at this point..."
