Murasaki
Sept 10, 2010 22:14:27 GMT -8
Post by squeevee on Sept 10, 2010 22:14:27 GMT -8
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Experimental Identification Information
Name:
Murasaki
Gender:
Female, though constantly referring to herself with neuter pronouns.
Age:
1173
Faction:
Hollow
Rank:
Adjucha
Reiatsu Color:
Admiral Purple
Reiatsu Aura:
Extreme elation brought on by the true feeling of selfless execution for the master.
Appearance:
Murasaki stands about 36 inches at the shoulder, and roughly the same from the tip of her vulpine nose to tail (forty-four inches if one were to count her exceptionally long tongue). Despite the apparent soft coat that covers her entire lithe frame, she is incredibly dense, also sporting long, calcified claws and serrated chompers. Following her name, she is hued in various shades of purple or muted gold, save the amber eyes and ivory mask. Beneath that mask lies her true eyes, the painstakingly obvious eyes alongside her jowl nothing but deception, while central to her sternum rests the mark of all Hollow.
She is extremely agile, acrobatic, quick on her feet, and is very rarely, if ever, still.
Personality:
Something, somewhere, is apparently missing half of its brain. What is not missing is the pure embodiment of a happy-go-lucky canine, complete with natural curiosity, unfaltering loyalty, an extreme sense of competition, and incomplete speech patterns; after all, it is very busy and has a lot to do, and it really can’t be bothered with complex things.
However, that second, missing half lies dormant, waiting for a trigger to wake up, take over, and survive. It is a ruthless horror, a true testament to the Adjucha it really is, not some piddle-happy pup.
History:
Long ago, in a land quite unlike the deserts Murasaki calls home now, she was born a human and died a human in a horrible fiery death. She refused to move on, like her family, and so haunted the less-than-fine, charred establishment, driving away any who came to her humble home. The day came that she changed, and changed she did into a heinous horror that wreaked havoc over the newly growing land and village.
In an irrational and animalistic panic, such as a feral dog waking up injured in a foreign location, she caught a rift in between dimensions, sacrificing life and all that she’d known for the safety and comfort of that oppressive blackness. During this not so dull period in time, she’d occasionally sneak back to the realm of the living, once a rational mindset was re-obtained, and grab a snack or two, but as things escalated, she pulled back, instead biding her time and just waiting for things to pass on by, eating whatever struck her fancy.
Centuries passed in this manner, the little dog-like hollow scavenging and picking on creatures much smaller than her, until that refused to sate her any longer. She grew bolder, faster, and went for bigger and better prey, turning to a sort of familial cannibalism to get stronger; the need for survival was greater than the need for safety, and the more she ate, the better the chances of success.
One night in the never-changing land she called home, she couldn’t escape the massive grouping of hollow such as she, and was thrown into a battle of minds for her life. All the bodies, with their touching and melding of one another, absorbed each and every other body in the pack, until they combined and became a single, gargantuan being.
Unfortunately, with all those bodies, there was no room for each personality, and another battle began, goal to come out victorious and survive. The hunter came into true being, no longer just a set of instincts occasionally called on for a losing battle to turn the tables; it was this hunter who beat out the rest of the battling minds, transforming that large and obtrusive monster into a rather ugly-drawn cartoonish-dog-faced Gillian-class menos,
And so, that slightly more-sentient-than-primal being managed to battle out the overwhelming onslaught of personality and emerge the victor. Onward this being would trudge, one inch at a time, devouring any in its path, until it progressed enough to undergo the next stage.
It battled out its meager existence, more often than not opening its rather obtrusive mouth and firing off a cero to finish off a rather pesky enemy. Mindlessly, it masticated on its most recent victim, not particularly noticing the vibrantly bright light encompassing it. It finished, yawning comically, and pranced off, occasionally barking at its own shadow.
“Wanwanwan~”
Main Headers
Dialogue, italics
General Headers
Underline
Experimental Identification Information
Name:
Murasaki
Gender:
Female, though constantly referring to herself with neuter pronouns.
Age:
1173
Faction:
Hollow
Rank:
Adjucha
Reiatsu Color:
Admiral Purple
Reiatsu Aura:
Extreme elation brought on by the true feeling of selfless execution for the master.
Appearance:
Murasaki stands about 36 inches at the shoulder, and roughly the same from the tip of her vulpine nose to tail (forty-four inches if one were to count her exceptionally long tongue). Despite the apparent soft coat that covers her entire lithe frame, she is incredibly dense, also sporting long, calcified claws and serrated chompers. Following her name, she is hued in various shades of purple or muted gold, save the amber eyes and ivory mask. Beneath that mask lies her true eyes, the painstakingly obvious eyes alongside her jowl nothing but deception, while central to her sternum rests the mark of all Hollow.
She is extremely agile, acrobatic, quick on her feet, and is very rarely, if ever, still.
Personality:
Something, somewhere, is apparently missing half of its brain. What is not missing is the pure embodiment of a happy-go-lucky canine, complete with natural curiosity, unfaltering loyalty, an extreme sense of competition, and incomplete speech patterns; after all, it is very busy and has a lot to do, and it really can’t be bothered with complex things.
However, that second, missing half lies dormant, waiting for a trigger to wake up, take over, and survive. It is a ruthless horror, a true testament to the Adjucha it really is, not some piddle-happy pup.
History:
Long ago, in a land quite unlike the deserts Murasaki calls home now, she was born a human and died a human in a horrible fiery death. She refused to move on, like her family, and so haunted the less-than-fine, charred establishment, driving away any who came to her humble home. The day came that she changed, and changed she did into a heinous horror that wreaked havoc over the newly growing land and village.
In an irrational and animalistic panic, such as a feral dog waking up injured in a foreign location, she caught a rift in between dimensions, sacrificing life and all that she’d known for the safety and comfort of that oppressive blackness. During this not so dull period in time, she’d occasionally sneak back to the realm of the living, once a rational mindset was re-obtained, and grab a snack or two, but as things escalated, she pulled back, instead biding her time and just waiting for things to pass on by, eating whatever struck her fancy.
Centuries passed in this manner, the little dog-like hollow scavenging and picking on creatures much smaller than her, until that refused to sate her any longer. She grew bolder, faster, and went for bigger and better prey, turning to a sort of familial cannibalism to get stronger; the need for survival was greater than the need for safety, and the more she ate, the better the chances of success.
One night in the never-changing land she called home, she couldn’t escape the massive grouping of hollow such as she, and was thrown into a battle of minds for her life. All the bodies, with their touching and melding of one another, absorbed each and every other body in the pack, until they combined and became a single, gargantuan being.
Unfortunately, with all those bodies, there was no room for each personality, and another battle began, goal to come out victorious and survive. The hunter came into true being, no longer just a set of instincts occasionally called on for a losing battle to turn the tables; it was this hunter who beat out the rest of the battling minds, transforming that large and obtrusive monster into a rather ugly-drawn cartoonish-dog-faced Gillian-class menos,
And so, that slightly more-sentient-than-primal being managed to battle out the overwhelming onslaught of personality and emerge the victor. Onward this being would trudge, one inch at a time, devouring any in its path, until it progressed enough to undergo the next stage.
It battled out its meager existence, more often than not opening its rather obtrusive mouth and firing off a cero to finish off a rather pesky enemy. Mindlessly, it masticated on its most recent victim, not particularly noticing the vibrantly bright light encompassing it. It finished, yawning comically, and pranced off, occasionally barking at its own shadow.
“Wanwanwan~”