Haures
May 1, 2012 18:57:24 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on May 1, 2012 18:57:24 GMT -8
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[/color]".. kill them—all."
name:[/color]
haures
gender:[/color]
male
age:[/color]
526
faction:[/color]
hollow
rank:[/color]
vasto lorde
rei colour:
ochre
rei aura:[/color]
thick and suffocating like smog
hollow hole:
located on his right bicep
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haures' disposition is likened unto the sands of hueco mundo—callous and cold to any unfortunate enough to cross his path. from years of experience, he is a calculating fighter and an even more cunning adversary. manipulation, carnage and obtaining sustenance are innate proclivities to a supreme being such as haures' self... hell, being at the top of the food chain means something must be working.
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born into a family well endowed with riches and other pleasantries that most would die for, hasegura ippei was brought up in the ever-growing region of japan, where his father was a hired guard of the emperor. he spent his youth and teen years under the bosom of his parents, much like a leech or parasite that needed and wanted whatever his eye caught glimpse of. but just buying an item was not enough; the thrill of stealing was much more... invigorating and this upset the emperor. ippei's parents had two choices: one, put their son to death; or two, they forsake his name and cast him to the streets. unable to deal with the fact that they would be the cause of his death, his parents chose the latter, just as ippei turned eighteen.
from riches to rags and from there, the streets into the dog pile. the extravagant lifestyle of the human ippei first revolved around binging on women and sake to secondly taking a stroll down the narrow and darkened alley where you would have to rape and steal for carnal satisfaction. it is within these very narrow and two-sided, two-way walls that the hazardous situations that ippei found himself in began to aspire—once you come in to a place with one way in and another way out, going back to 'start' is not an option. this is where the live of the once rich and powerful came to a rumbling halt as the twenty-three year old male began to succumb to illness and brutality from other angry homeless men. his rotting corpse remained within the place he had found abode in, the alley, and those who came wandering around it at night began to tell tales of a evil spirit haunting the place. he was bound to the earth with a corroding chain of fate because he loathed the living humans that had inherited or found his wealth. ippei had no need for the money now, seeing how he was dead, but the mere thought of someone else spending his yen sent him into fits of rage and hate. years stacked on years as he felt his chain eat away at itself like an ouroboros and just like the self-consuming serpent, ippei was about to be re-created in a new plane with a new life. a looming and invisible to the naked human eye giant was born from the spiritual remains of ippei and it was here on earth that the feeding process began. souls just like his prior self were bound to certain places around the region the terror stalked; and some thing putrid and yellow began to ebb and flow from around his gargantuan body, the reiatsu that the weak beast was able to muster up to lure others like himself toward him. anger engulfed his being and his ochre reiatsu flared sporadically, a bellowing howl came from within his bowels which literally ripped reishi particles from the mundane objects around him; almost instantaneously, from all of that yelling, an abysmal hole ripped in the middle of the sky. was this an invitation to a more promising world full of mystery, not to mention food? ippei quickly plunged himself into the cavity before he faded out from over exhaustion.
a low and vibrant rumbling awoke the renewed spirit into a world full of sand—the need to feed may just have been what brought the vigor and will to live back into the feeble hollow. lo and behold, the once pompous and lavish human had found himself at yet another turning point in his life. the waning moon of this brave, new world never ceased to descend below the horizon to welcome the sun's warming light; albicant sands and stone trees made up the entire environment he found himself in.. and there were these very particular rules that each and every hollow had to follow based on their form and prowess: leave those smaller than you be—as they say - the bigger you are, the harder you fall. the menos he had found in his company began a massive feasting frenzy, similar to a school of piranha attacking another gang of fish. the strong ate the weak and absorbed reishi from the atmosphere. the process was quick, the rules simple: stay alive no matter what, remain adamant and live on. a metamorphosis promptly ensued, mostly among the pile of hollows surrounding our antagonist, and from this pit arose the victor, a gillian. he was determined to never succumb to weakness again, so he fought his way mentally to gain control over this looming body. as a gillian, he held no need for negación—another hollow's life to him was expendable like the tissue one would wipe their ass with. the need to satisfy an incessant hunger for your kin's flesh and being was the only drive one really needed.. other wise, you'd find yourself on the short end of the stick inside of another hollow's paunch. one thing did set him apart from the other, brainless menos-classed hollows that he eat and killed, however. his mask was much more.. out of the norm from their own.
literally a beast in comparison to those who had the same looming black body as he, this particular hollow wrecked havoc in the forest of menos; with this upheaval of voracious soul hording, a transformation took place after the two hundred plus years living off of reiryoku and gillian: grotesque and small, out from the plume of smoke crawled the adjucha, haures.
the name "haures" came to be from a menge of several other hollows' names, all since eaten by the former gillian. he had become smarter—hell, smart for that matter. haures now lived off of instinct and intellect, not just the desire to feast. for a while, he had stopped consuming his fellow hollows but immediately soon began his binge once again after one or two of them tried to resurface within his being. he knew now that if he stopped eating all together, dominance would be lost and so would his being. centuries spun by and hollow after hollow was consumed to keep the fighting spirits in him at bay. he had to gain complete control over this, otherwise in the end, the zeal for killing and eating would get the best of him and haures would stop growing into the monster he was becoming and revert back into that brainless gillian-form again.
unaware to him was the fact that he was truly growing into a deity among hollows. he governed a small region in hueco mundo with an iron fist and any who thought otherwise was eaten. sleep was no requisite for haures; those who slept, died. finally, at the apex of his prime and power, he was granted with a gift that allowed him to become one of the chosen few—a valid deity in the world of hollows.. the self-given gift for continuing his life and consumption of the insignificant souls of his adjuchas kin—the final transformation of a hollow: the vasto lorde.
haures arose from the shadows as a god among hollows—his cero was like none other and his usage of sonído, terrifying. several trips to the living realm gave him a completely different aspect from his days of old; things changed, people migrated. in total, it took nearly five hundred years to achieve this supernal awakening, and in which time haures has learned a thing or two about his environs and its inhabitants.[/i]
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