--Gorrelta
Mar 16, 2011 12:44:47 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Mar 16, 2011 12:44:47 GMT -8
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gorrelta
GENDER:
male
AGE:
526
FACTION:
hollow / arrancar
RANK:
adjucha
REI COLOUR:
magenta
REI AURA:
a sense of sublime malice--
VISAGE:
a grotesque entity composed of various horrorific features, ie, serrate teeth, ghoulish, cerise eyes, a muscular disposition, and long, black flowing hair. gorrelta's stature or bodily composition is analogous to that of a goblin.
MEIN:
one step at a time: the analyzer-- gorrelta tends to process things has they occur: be it a fight, light conversation, or the oh-so-occasional feasting of another minus life-form. he is analytic when it is called for, enabling him to keep a cool, calm and collected ethos.
malice, treachery: the minus-- while it does call for one to keep his three c's in hueco mundo, another prominent aspect of survival of the fittest is to trust none and stay alive no matter the cost. a master at the art of guile at such an young age {in hollow terms} already, gorrelta knows the ins-and-outs of his realm in the menos forest; his tactics do not go unnoticed, for the torture of another being is what enables him to thrive to survive-- a type of aphrodisiac that keeps the menacing adjucha alive.
BIO:
a life as a two-bit criminal satisfied gorrelta's every need in his human upbringing. his schemes weren't too bright and his methods were sloppy, both vital roles in his untimely death on the scaffold. the life was slowly sapped out of him by the clenching noose. all life faded from him before he re-opened his eyes in a dark hallway with a hellish light at the end of the tunnel. strange noises surrounded gorrelta as he stumbled down the hall, his body undergoing a transformation from human to soul into something more sinister as he continued along the pathway. the heat at the end of the tunnel increased, causing gorrelta to hesitate at first, but black hands at his back and sides started to reach out for him, making the decision to run towards the hellish flame his only option.
the corridor of death seemed to have a path that lead astray, and gorrelta quickly pivoted to his left into a door that opened in a blinding light. the stark sands of this new realm and the hanging crescent and stars above had blinded him as he lay among the granules in complete confusion. the question to where he was or what he was didn't seem to out-weigh the sudden urge to feed, so he gathered himself up and went on the search for something to devour. what would have come as a shock to him really didn't have an effect on his starving mentality. these things he had began to consume weren't your everyday cat and dog; sure, all of them had their own, unique form, but they each shared a common trait: a white mask.
it didn't take gorrelta too long to realize that whatever they were, he was one of them, too; and so the process of elimination began: eliminate everything-- eat to survive; survive to eat. with this newly adopted thinking, gorrelta went under various transformations as his power grew stronger and his mind sharper.
a towering behemoth that fired built up rage in the form of ceros at intervals, into a menge of menos kin, left a sole survivor stepping out of the melting pot--gorrelta--standing in a new form, an adjucha: stronger, from his previous fight for dominance; smarter, from absorbing and attaining the bits and pieces of knowledge that each menos in the pot had held; and hungrier, from each menos soul gnawing and moaning in his mind to go and feed, or suffer the final consequence of de-evolution.
with this new body and ethos, gorrelta knew what time it was as he stood within the forest of menos and let loose a grotesque howl:
-- it was time to feed.
