Braegh
Jul 26, 2010 7:25:53 GMT -8
Post by braegh on Jul 26, 2010 7:25:53 GMT -8
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Name:
Braegh
Gender:
Masculine
Age:
1573
Faction:
Hollow; Arrancar.
Rank:Privaron Tercero Espada
Research & Development Head; Octava Espada.
Reiatsu Color:
Titanium White.
Reiatsu Aura:
The gaping obviousness of isolation.
Appearance:
Braegh is a slim, willowy figure, his ghostlike complexion stowed away in same-hued apparel. A bristly collection of puce-colored hair crowns his dome, shiny, bead-like black eyes resting below it. His pointed nose casts a fine shadow over his taut lips, which, like the entirety of his face, seems to resemble skin stretched over a drum: tight, inflexible, compact. No faults hinder his image, his body perfectly symmetrical, his tone even, and his muscular and skeletal definitions easily detectable against his lean frame.
He values his appearance, narcissism easily interchangable with vanity. Either way you look at it, he's still ohsopretty.
Personality:
At the root of Braegh's wickedness lies a selfishness so irrational that it is ineffable. From this one trait alone stems both his cruelty and violence, characteristics developed by the oppressive environment in which he resides, and characteristics honed by time. Innately, he is neither caring nor compassionate. Despite this fact, he will welcome the chance to seem amiable to others that prove useful to him; once that usefulness ceases to exist, however, he will not bat an eye at discarding them. Additionally, he is a skilled smooth-talker, a being that can get what he wants primarily through words than actions; it is in his nature to feign emotions. This in itself is a testament of his mastery over them.
History:
As a human, Braegh was a member of a barbarian clan in eastern Europe. He was like his father and those before him, a simple man that sought only food and shelter. It was not beyond him to murder, and as the years slowly went by, the death toll he contributed to rose. Starvation was what led him to kill, but starvation in itself was no proper justification; upon his death at the hands of another man, he would be denied an easy transition between death and re-life, instead turning into the deprived soul that feasted on humans.
It seemed to him that nothing changed, for he was still compelled by starvation, and he still slew. The Human World would become a pig farm for him, incessantly feeding on ever human he came upon; he would be at this until his longing for something more kicked in, which altered his focus from the humans he hunted to those of his own kind. Continuing his healthy diet of souls, he terrorized the enclaves of Hueco Mundo, his ceaseless feeding eventually attracting him to hundreds of Hollows like him. This gathering brought about the creation of a new class of Menos, Gillian.
Within this amalgamation of souls was Braegh, one soul out of many that sought life, control, and more souls to quench his insatiable hunger. Unfortunately, only two of the three would be fulfilled, as he, after a few dozen years, became the dominant character within the haphazard concoction, and was awarded full control of the towering black mass, an achievement that would yet again churn the wheels of evolution. Not only did he evolve into something far greater, but he was given a new prey in which he could target, his endless cycle of death circling around Gillian and Adjucha class Menos. It was a new platform for him, one that ushered in centuries of callous death and nourishment.
This nourishment, at the onset of the 6th century, presented Braegh with yet another evolutionary milestone; his body and mind, and more importantly his soul, reached a new threshold of dominance. He became a Vasto Lorde, a new being of superb strength and outstanding intellect. And while his hunger rose comparably with his power, his notoriety deceased; he became far less battle-hungry, rapidly becoming more cerebral than visceral.
For centuries, he would stay out of the spotlight, not taking any part in the war between the Hollows and Shinigami. Instead, he would spend his time traversing the eternal sands of Hueco Mundo, his journey leading him to a particularly gloomy grotto wherein he would meet the next tier of evolution. What he would witness was a being far stronger than he, one that would, in one swift motion, rip Braegh's mask off his face. A searing pain and numbness highlighted that moment, Braegh's consciousness slipping into a hazy fog; upon coming to, likely several days (possibly even weeks) later, Braegh would behold the return of his humanity: his body was restored to its delicate flesh, and the remnants of his former mask now covered most of his neck and lower jaw. He was man again, the new power that was coursing through his body the only source telling him otherwise. Near him, placed markedly, was a lengthy contraption he recognized as a sword, a slim piece of equipment which resonated at his touch. He wielded the weapon, a long familiarity with the armament seeming to register to Braegh.
The creature that had done this, an Arrancar, divulged to him what he needed to know. Subsequently, he was inducted into the company of like-minded souls the creature mentioned--the 'Espada'. Ranked 8th, and rapidly testing the limits of his newfound power, the Arrancar Braegh detached himself from the primeval nature of his kin, and his own past; the 13th century would herald his headship of Research & Development for the Espada. Presently, his tenure of the branch has published various tools of mayhem, all to be used during the ongoing war against the Shinigami. And of course, against his brethren, if need be.
