"Mari"
Aug 25, 2010 15:25:57 GMT -8
Post by kage on Aug 25, 2010 15:25:57 GMT -8
Profile Information
Name: Mariposa Monarca Demasiado "Mari"
Gender: Female
Age: 2,015
Faction: Pseudo-Arrancar
Rank: Primera Fraccion
Reiatsu Color: White; as though snow was being blown around her
Reiatsu Aura: Sorrow; Grief
Appearance:
Her Hollow hole is located directly in the center of her abdomen.
See Resurreccion for appearance.
Personality: Mari is a rather quiet, and allusive girl. She often flirts around, and likes to play hard to get. She can be stubborn, but is always calm. She is extremely protective of Luci, while she only follows Ulquioza because Luci does; despite hardly ever listening to him.
History:
Name: Mariposa Monarca Demasiado "Mari"
Gender: Female
Age: 2,015
Faction: Pseudo-Arrancar
Rank: Primera Fraccion
Reiatsu Color: White; as though snow was being blown around her
Reiatsu Aura: Sorrow; Grief
Appearance:
Her Hollow hole is located directly in the center of her abdomen.
See Resurreccion for appearance.
Personality: Mari is a rather quiet, and allusive girl. She often flirts around, and likes to play hard to get. She can be stubborn, but is always calm. She is extremely protective of Luci, while she only follows Ulquioza because Luci does; despite hardly ever listening to him.
History:
Hakuhen Mio, the daughter of a famous religious prophet and medicine maid of Kyoto, Japan. She was a simple, do gooder, straight up child, at the delicate age of 16. She had a strong moral upbringing, she lived as a spoiled child; getting everything she wanted. But truly, all she wanted was friends. Unlike most rich people, she never acted spoiled. But no one wanted to be around her -- that is, until she met a man named Ihawasuke Goikane, who was the "player" of the town. It took no longer than a week to use the most simplest of maneuvers and pick-up lines to completely swoon Haku, and she faltered under his grace. She knew he was a bad, but thought this was truly bliss; love and all. But, he was a scorpion, and she was the swan. One fateful night, she was introduced to his friends. Their intention? They wanted "turns" with her. They were all drunk, but that hardly made a difference. She refused naturally, and Ihawasuke himself slammed a stone over her head. She fell to the ground, unable to stand any longer. Blood covered her face and her eyes. She couldn't see. Her last sight seen was the laughing, tall, men. She couldn't hear. Her last noise heard was that of the menacing and deep chortle of drunken slobbering men. She couldn't smell. The last smell she smelt was that of wine and rum. She couldn't feel. Her last feeling felt was a rock slamming into her cranium. She couldn't speak. Her last words spoken were, "I'll sting you back one da-" and with that, her life faded.
She awoke. She was naught but an overly sized humanoid green figurine with overly lengthened arms, that resembled a scorpion's stinger and tail. There were a total of sixteen of these digits on each stinger/hand, and a mask that was a featureless circle, with a crown of sorts on top; that resembled a scorpion. She heard. She saw. She smelled. She tasted. She felt. What was it she heard? The outrageous roars that escaped her unorthodox large maw. What was it she tasted? The blood of a human she recently devoured. What was it she smelled? Innocent pray lurking in the night. What was it she felt? The emptiness in her stomach. The aching in her gullet. She knew what to do. A mindless beast invented for devouring the innocent. And she did so; consuming everything that moved. One day in particular, she nested out and saw a man. He was being addressed as Ihawasuke. Something inside of this monster needed that food, so desperately. What did it do? It lunged after the man, and ate it. It ate everything around. Apparently this was a celebration for his new born daughter. Oh well, just more food. This monster ate and ate. Mother, father, friends, family, lover, children, babies. After all, discrimination was bad. It couldn't stay, though. Sharp things were attacking it. Arrows? More humans? She ran. Ran far and fast. Seeing another of her kin after many hours of running, it seemed to open a dimensional space-rift. What'd she do? Eat the "kin", and hop a ride on this black hole. She ended up in the desert, somewhere far from anywhere. During this time, something snapped inside of her. She grew. And grew. And grew. She transcended her previous form, and now became even more of an "it". She was now just a humongous, towering black monstrosity with a mask. What more was there to it? More eating? More killing? Would it ever end? Apparently not. So she kept doing it, for what spanned as days, centuries, hours, months, weeks, minutes, and everything in between. She ate, killed, ate, killed, ate, killed, and occasionally she killed and ate. It was not before long, or at least that's how it seemed, that once again would she transcend beyond just a tower of destruction. She had become that of a Scorpion plated in Hollow armor-esque plates. She was now just a monster of destruction; an adjuchas, and accordingly she continued to fight and fight and fight. Each fight was a victory. Each victory was a meal. Each meal was another hour. Another Hollow, Gillian, or Adjuchas. This was the trend. This was the thing. This was all she could do.A meal led to day led to night led to a cycle. A cycle led to a week led to a month. A month led to a year led to a decade. A decade led to a century led to a...fox? A certain Adjuchas, and a unique one. Something about this purple fox Adjuchas had something that kept this Adjuchas on edge. So she stalked this Adjuchas, who eventually met up with another, black fox Adjuchas. She felt lonely. She had never met anyone that looked like her. She continued to eat, to get stronger and stronger, until she eventually evolved massively; becoming that of the epitome of strength and prowess. She was Vasto Lorde.
Not much changed between Vasto Lorde and Adjuchas. She stalked every day, and ate even more. It was the same routine every day. Nothing was new; everything was old. She kept up her habits until she had -- finally -- reached the peak of evolution. Her form changed. But it seemed like she hadn't fully evolved, for she retained many traits from her Hollow days, but with this power, she planned on approaching her stalkee, and the other life-form. But, they seemed to have already gained access to these exact same forms and powers. She was utterly appalled. She put so much work in, and this man suddenly triumphs over her? And takes the woman of her dreams? Rubbish. She was stronger. So she approached the person she stalked, and challenged the other man whom she seemed so affectionate of. It was a matter of moments, no, even seconds, that she was laying on the ground; bloody, beaten, bruised, and a limb missing. This man put his katana to her neck, "Join me, or go back to hiding like a coward." So stern, so upfront; she respected that. So she joined him and became his loyal subordinate -- but that was only to grow closer to the woman, who was apparently named "Luci". The man called herself "Mariposa," or "Mari", though. He was different. She liked it. So she stayed, and became his loyal Fraccione.
