Basaran
Jul 31, 2010 8:36:06 GMT -8
Post by basaran on Jul 31, 2010 8:36:06 GMT -8
PROFILE
[/font][/right]Name:
Pupurull Basaran
Gender:
Male
Age:
314
Faction:
Hollow
Rank:
Adjuchas
Reiatsu Color:
Saxe Blue
Reiatsu Aura:
Pique, similar to the persistent buzzing of a fly near your ear.
Hollow Hole:
Located near his groin.
Appearance:
Weighing in at nearly three hundred twenty-five pounds, Pupurull is a gargantuan force to be reckoned with. Acuate protrusions blanket the carapace on his back and the cusp of his tail resembles a briery mace used for a slew of grotesque fatalities.
Personality:
Pupurull's proclivities are common practice: beguile, slaughter, and devour. Though based on three key components, a twist may be added here or there to spice things up; however, the mind of a minus ain't too bright to stray away from what comes natural to it.
History:
A vicious brawler during his prime in human years, this once feared man went rampant following his first defeat at the hands of another fighter. Citizens of Edo ran away from him wildly as his rage soon consumed a cluster of buildings and homes in southern Edo; flames and ashes lay in his wake as several souls brave enough to try to stop the rampage of Pupurull cornered him near the grand lake located outside of Edo. His rage was not enough to overcome the fighter would had just defeated him, nor the other fighters who had stepped up to bring down the crazed man once and for all.
Forced against the shore of the lake, and cornered now by an ever growing horde of angry citizens with pikes and flames, Pupurull slowly receded into the water; however, he never swam a day in his life, and his mind was clouded with hatred too much to get the concept of swimming to safety down. His large body began to succumb to drowning as his head, followed by his flailing arms, sunk underneath the water's surface.
Years passed and went by as his once herculean body rotted away into diseased flesh and soggy skeleton; his soul had been left to rot along with his body, and this elongated chain had tied him down to the lake's bottom for he deeply felt that one day he would get his revenge on the town who cast him into the abyss of the lake.. but his ambitions never came to past, for well into a decade's time of harboring his soul, the chain had eroded into nothingness and Pupurull blacked out.
In what seemed like centuries, he awoke in a vast ocean of granule; his looming black body and stark white mask rivaled the height of the crescent moon itself. What had awaken him may have been the will to survive, or the insatiable hunger he'd felt deep within his gullet. Push came to shove as he tore through the endless minus plane on a hunger binge and began to consume the beings that resembled him in appearance. Now a mindless gillian, Pupurull was cast into a feeding pit of hollows, each one taking the life of another or gaining some sort of motivation to continue onward through the genocide. The sole survivor of such a tedious, and in the end result, rewarding task, Pupurull, emerged in a different state of evolution: as an adjucha. He could feel the numerous gillian souls in his body clawing upward for domination over the body, but his defiant spirit held fast to the helm of the new form and the only way it seemed to keep the ravenous souls at bay was to continue to feed.. no matter the cost.
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