Post by Lilith Du Drake on Jun 29, 2015 10:49:37 GMT -6
Character Name:
Guren Valaska
Race:
Arrancar
Position of Character:
Espada
Character Loyalties:
Lillitu,Neliel
Character Goals:
Find my brother and avenge my comrades, become stronger... and try not to die alone, and if possible die happily.
Character Backstory / History:
I dove, feeling the rush of air on my face and feathers. I took a moment to enjoy the freedom of flight before sinking my talons into my prey. It let out a mighty roar and then was motionless but still living, I ate what I could and took flight, hunting my next prey.
This was how life as a hollow was; for me, and for the rest of us. Hunt the prey, and be forever watchful of not becoming the hunted. The thrill might be too much for some, but I love it! The feeling I get when stalking, waiting for the right moment, and then a slight flutter of fear in that last fight to the death…. Only the strongest will come out alive, able to feed on others and become stronger.
There was a point when a pack of us, some family and others invited in, traveled as one. The leader was my father, and it had been passed down that one could challenge the chief to a fight to the death and take their place. One did not see it as killing a friend or family member, but rather an honor of becoming a stronger leader; benefiting the pack as a whole. I fought and killed him, leading the pack for many years. At the head of the pack I became an adjucha and never lost to my challengers, within the pack and otherwise.
But they were holding me back, and they felt this as well. They decided to let me go from them to better my abilities and become great. There were those in the pack that were respected hunters, and those that were nothing buy prey, just waiting to be picked off. My brother, Gervasio, was one such member, but was handed the role of leader anyway. I swore to return one day, and when I did I found nothing but remnants and dead bodies, of whom I scattered into the wind as ash. My brother, as chief, had this failure on his hands. But he had fled...
From then on I have only had three goals; find my brother and avenge my comrades, become stronger, and die hunting. I had caught it on the wind that Gervasio had become part of Aizen's army, a shinigami that held enough power to lead hollows into battle. I figured the best way to get accepted would be to impress Aizen with my own abilities. And so, I dove onto the next prey, an easy one that hadn't even noticed my presence.
So I was easily taken aback when the prey's tail came crashing into me, knocking me out of the sky. Always being prepared, I quickly regained myself on the ground, a sharp pain in one of my wings. I bared my talons and razor sharp beak.
"Hey alligator boy, do not think for a moment that I will go easy on prey like you, just because of your age." My opponent glared at me.
"Well, can't be much if ya' can't even tell the difference between a crocodile and an alligator!" I had hit a nerve that sent him after me with all he had. 'Just the way I like them.' I thought just before charging into battle
The fight had gone on for hours before we broke away, both exhausted. He ran at me again, this time it would have been easy to end his life. But I stopped him, instead, by curling my bird-like hand over his head.
"Please, stop for a moment." I kneeled down to his level. He calmed quickly, but still remained wary. "Your watchfulness is a good thing; a great quality in any hunter. But you have my word that this is not a trick." I gazed into his glowing yellow eyes, still alight with uncertainty. I pressed my claw hard into my chest, causing a drop of blood to surface; an old hunter truce sign in my pack. "On my life and my claw I swear it" He looked back into my eyes and saw only truth. There was a silence while we both looked each other over. I could tell by his scars and build that he had fought hard for many years now, as I had, and became an adjucha.
"What is it you are called?" I asked, once we were both certain of the other.
"My name is Quintilian Rees… and you?" He replied, the edge gone from his voice.
"I am called Guren Valaska. Please, will you consider joining me? You have the blood of a hunter and, with training, you could become very strong." He looked taken aback before seeing the same truthful look on my face before; a face he now refers to as 'soft.'
"Heh, only if you can admit you were wrong for calling me a gator." He smiled a toothy smile, as if something had lifted from him. Perhaps it was the loneliness of the Hueco Mundo dunes.
"I shall admit, it was a foolish mistake on my behalf." I stood and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I apologize." He seemed to accept it, following me into the eternal night of Hueco Mundo.
Years passed; how many one does not know while living in Hueco Mundo. Quin and I fought side by side, sharing every kill and becoming closer. He was, in spirit, a brother to me; always trying to protect me when it should have been reversed. I turned into a vasto lorde with his help but he could not become anything more than what he was then. Prey had gotten to him; from his left eye to the corner of his mouth was a long scar and a missing tooth to show for it. He would have sulked for days, not only for his inability to change but also for his missing tooth, had I not promised him strength as an arrancar.
So now we fight to grab Aizen's eye more than ever. We sat on the cold, sandy ground, eating scraps from our last kill. We had tracked a big group of stronger hollows across many miles; a group that, if defeated, would be sure to reach Aizen's ear.
"Com' on Guren! Let's just go get em'! They're just sitting there!" Quin was getting anxious waiting for his new power. He wanted so badly to be stronger than I; not to best me, but rather to protect.
"Quin, we shall attack when the time is right. Their leader is a vasto, and is still awake. Can you not feel that?" Quin moped and sank his teeth into another bite, clearly wanting to avoid further conversation. I could tell there was more troubling him than he let on. Normally, he took my word without question.
"Quin," I said, softening my voice and moving closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Quickly he turned his head, hiding his face. "What troubles you? He felt tense under my touch; every muscle in him was strained.
"I'm fine Guren." He replied quickly, this time trying to hide his shaking voice.
"You can tell me anything you know. I am here for you as you are here for me…" At this he turned to me again and sank his head between my shoulder and neck; warm tears hit my skin.
"I'm scared Guren! I don't know how you can walk into battle and never fear death. This is like nothing we have faced before, and you're still…" He was so upset that he was unable to finish his sentence. I put my arms around him and ran my fingers through his hair, causing some sand to fall out.
"One must always fear death before battle Quin. Even I fight, knowing that each breath could be my last. But it is that fear that drives us to try harder. Losing such a thing, or pretending it is not there, could mean our doom. Besides, Los Noches will be a safer place." Quin loosened up and his heavy sobbing slowed. "Dry your tears." I whispered softly near his ear. There was a long pause before he replied, his head still resting on me.
"I wasn't crying Guren." He said this with as firm of a face as he could muster and turned his face forwards, crossing his arms but keeping his eyes closed.
I smirked. "Oh no, how could I forget…" I got up and pretended to stretch "after all, a strong man like you…" At this I pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. "could only cry tears of a crocodile!" I started tickling him ferociously. He was very ticklish, and I always loved to take advantage of this.
Now new tears welled in his eyes, this time from laughter, "No Guren… you said it all… wrong!...It's supposed… to be… 'crocodile tears',…idiot!' He said between laughing and squirming.
I pretended to be offended, "How dare you mock my speech!" and I tickled him even harder.
"Guren…stop… please!" he pleaded, only able to get one word out at a time. But his next word alarmed me. "CERO!" he yelled, and at that I stopped, only just spotting the red glow in time to grab Quin and roll out of its way. A huge trench was left in its wake, causing sand to fly up and cloud the area making it impossible to see.
The blast had separated Quin and I and, presumably, he started fighting. I flew up above the cloud and scanned. Soon I was picking out disturbances in the smoke and diving into it, each time grabbing the prey and dropping them to their death.
About half way through the cloud started to clear. However, I also noticed that I had not heard Quin in a long time. Normally, Quin was loud, letting me know he was fine without taking my eyes off the prey. Fear that something was horribly wrong made my heart race, but I could not let my mind wander. The faster I took them out the better. 'Besides, he might just be concentrating for once,' I though, allowing myself just one comforting lie. With every kill my heart sank more and more. By the last kill the cloud had cleared, showing no sign of him.
"Quin!" I called, flying low, checking each lifeless face; praying none would have his. I flipped the last, sand covered body over; relieved it wasn't him but still in turmoil wondering where he was. I fell to my knees, worrying for the first time of being left alone. "Quintilian" I whimpered in my moment of weakness.
The Hueco Mundo wind wrapped around me and rustled my feathers; never before, or after, had it felt so cold and empty. The echo carried my pitiful whimpers across the desert, reaching me again and intensifying the pain, like a being nailed in the heart. A scalding hot blow to my right wing sent me flying, enough to snap me out of my slump. I hit the ground hard; the gritty, white sand tore at my skin like glass. It took me a moment to recover and count my losses. My wing was gone, only a few feather covered skin strips remained. Luckily the side my wing had covered escaped with only a few severe burns. Overall, I was lucky to still be alive. Blood oozed from where my wing had been and sand ate at the wound like acid. I gritted my teeth; I was going to have to make quick work of this enemy if I was to come out of this alive.
My vision cleared and I looked at my attacker. It was the vasto leader, tall and covered in spikes, a few missing from previous battles. What was more alarming than his appearance was that he held an unconscious Quin by his neck.
"Let him go you bastard!" I bellowed, but he was seemingly unresponsive to my demand. He lifted Quin to his mouth, about to feed on him; the message was clear. "Let him go! I am stronger, take me instead!" I begged. "Eating another vasto will double your power, just don't hurt the boy." He tossed Quin aside and headed towards me. He grabbed me by the throat as he had Quin, his spines on his wrist dug into the flesh on my neck. My plan had been to slice open his stomach once he had me with one of the claws on my foot, but my mind had clouded and my vision blurred from lack of air. I was just able to keep my eyes open long enough to see Quin's yellow eyes shining back into mine
***
I awoke, feeling myself drop to the ground and gasping for air. Quin, covered in blood, kneeled over the dead vasto lorde. Quin had used one of the vasto's own spines to gut him from behind. I could see that there had been a slight struggle as Quin was still catching his breath and there was a noticeable disturbance in the sand. He turned to me now, a strong look of worry on his face.
"Guren, your wing… I'm so sorry." He blinked hard, refusing to cry, trying to stay strong for me.
"Do not blame yourself, I was not alert enough, and I can do without."
"Here!" he said, motioning towards the vasto's corpse, "eat this, it will help stop the bleeding." The white sand around me had soaked up the blood and was dyed a dark crimson; a color that quite suited the hollow world.
"But it was your kill," I retorted, truly wishing for him to become stronger for it, "and…"
"Shut up Guren and just do it!" I did as he told, and by the time I had finished, the blood flow had stopped and I felt a new sense of power. I had strength enough to stand, and hug Quin; we were both just glad the other was alive, not fated to wonder the dunes alone.
***
After cleaning up the rest of the bodies we moved on by foot. The stronger ones were fed on while the weaker were left behind. Getting food would be a challenge now without my wing, but I couldn't let Quin know that. Only a few minutes of walking passed before a strange figure appeared on the horizon. What peaked our interest was that the spiritual pressure was not that of a hollow, but that of a shinigami. Once at close range, I got down on one knee, forcefully pulling Quin down with me.
"Lord Aizen, we have fought many and trekked Hueco Mundo to one day find you. I beg you, take us into your arrancar army! The fact that you have come to us now, in our time of need…" I let my voice trail off. There was no question that this was Aizen, not many shinigami were brave enough to step foot in Hueco Mundo. There was a pause, his unsheathed sword caught the moon light and reflected off the sand before he sheathed it.
"Very well. Come, join your new family then." He finally said. We stood and started to follow but Aizen stopped. "My new army can only be that of stronger hollows." A cunning smile spread across his face, "The boy stays." I felt hot rage in the pit of my stomach.
"He is strong, and he will work twice as hard as an arrancar to prove it to you! He may be an adjucha, but it was he who killed that vasto, not I! Know that if he cannot come, then neither can I." My words were firm and final. Neither a Shinigami nor a hollow could come between Quin and I, who were not related by blood shared, but by blood spilt. Another tense moment passed before Aizen spoke once more.
"Very well, I can see that there is no swaying you. However, you would be a valuable asset to my army, and a foolish move to leave you here to waste. But he had better keep your word Valaska. Now..." At this a garganta opened and a small, blond girl waited inside. "let's fix your wing."
---BIO---
Age:
850
Gender:
Female
Hair Color
Ember
Eye Color
Amber
Physical Description:
Personality:
On a first look Guren appears as a calm individual, but in truth there is something far more to her than that, Guren is not a shallow person by nature, even though she may act like one. She is tender and sweet a trait she is not shy of displaying even to her opponents, however hurt her comrades and you are in for a beating.
Guren shares little sympathy for shinigami mostly due to Aizens influence, but is known for not underestimating her opponents, in fact Guren is often calculating an individual by thought and action if so requierd of her. She is level headed and strong and knows when to back off, this is one of many reasons why she was sent to las noches to intercept the "message" that kurosawa and Sun-sun released, altrough she could not fully decipher the origin of the reiatsu, she had her thoughts about the persona behind it.
Be as it may she was soon ordered to take action, the message that was sent was a measure of safe conduct, she was ordered to join the forces of Las noches, if they so desired to have her, and she agreed upon this willingly. The dragon queen had made her first move, now all she had to do was to wait.
Guren is merciful to almost anyone be it Human, Shinigami or Arrancar, she does not take fights too seriously, she fights humans with a handicap and appears very protective of them. Honor and glory has no meaning to her if it means getting stabbed in the back when the situation starts to look grim. She does not respect people who run away from their troubles if anything she dislikes those the most. She also distrusts people who lie and disregard life in general, but never really does she hate anyone. Most often when a fight does take place Guren ends the fight withouth a killing blow, cheering their opponent on to work harder till next time.
---COMBAT---
[Note: There is a new system in place for the site using a set basic measurement of stats.
Fighting Style:
Dance Style ~
Guren fights at a distance when in her resureccion, when out of resureccion she takes heed into her skills of swordmanship and cero`s and combines them together. Her style of fighting introduces a new form of sword fighting, she calls it side step, this style of fighting involves avoiding contact with the opponent`s blade all together trying to find an opening as soon as possible by switching her body weight and stepping aside hoping to "catch" the opponent off guard, she moves her sword in a way that tricks the opponent into thinking that she will exchange blows, but instead slips to the side at the last second hoping that her opponent will lose its balance, then she strikes the unsuspecting foe.
Sheath Style ~
Another form of her fighting style is displayed wielding her sheath in her other hand, then blocking your opponents sword with the sheath, to finalize the strike with her unrealised sword.
Hollow Style ~
This form introduces cero`s into her sword combat and combines them flawlessly, with a simple point of her finger she can release a cero along her sword, she can combine this style with any of the styles above.
She rarely goes for the killing blow, no Guren conciders matches against other sparring matches not a fight to the death, she has now grown past that, if there is something Neliel taught her then it was how to fight and proper etiquette when fighting. She does not fight for fun or the thrill of battle as opposed to Lilith.
"One who possesses reason should require a reason to fight."
ALL BASE LEVELS WILL BE AS FOLLOWED
Shinigami – Hollow – Low Ranking Quincy and Humans that have recently unlocked Fullbring will get a maximum of 25 points to spend in the follow tiers, maximum at lower rank of 10 per category.
Vice Captain – Arrancar – Midlevel Tier Quincy and Fullbringers who are adept get a bonus 25 points to spend in each category, Maximum of 30 in each category.
Captain – Arrancar Master Class – Quincy Master Class and Fullbringers who are fully adept get an additional 25 points, Maximum of 40 in each category
Zanjutsu [Sword Combat Skill]:
30
Hakuda [Unarmed Combat Skil]:
5
Hoho [Agility]:
40
Kido [Reiatsu Manipulation]:
25
---Hollow Only---
Base Level Abilities [Maximum of 3 Hollow Abilities such as Cero or Garganta etc.]:
Garganta (黒腔 (ガルガンタ), Garuganta; Spanish for "Throat", Japanese for "Black Cavity") is how Arrancar and Hollows move to and from Hueco Mundo.
Cero (虚閃 (セロ), Sero; Spanish for "Zero", Japanese for "Hollow Flash" The practitioner fires a powerful blast of concentrated spiritual energy at the target. While in most cases it is fired from the mouth, some Arrancar and Visored can fire Cero from their hands, fingers, and other parts of their bodies.
When entering her resureccion form Guren becomes capable of releasing her Cero`s from the tip of her sword, but she can also perform a cero between her pinkie and pointer, but in true fashion she can release a cero from just about any part of her body withouth a specific pose.
Cero Doble (重奏虚閃 (セロ・ドーブル), sero dōburu; Spanish for "Double Zero", Japanese for "Heavy Performance Hollow Flash") Like Neliel Guren has the capability to use Cero Doble and with great skill.
Reaitsu Cloak: Having specialized into hiding before striking, Guren is capable of hiding her presence to the point of no return, it is almost impossible to sense her when this ability is active...
Zanpakuto Appearance:
A single edged blade, what looks to be a normal Katana, long enough handle to allow two hands.
Fūjin Sōtatsu
Resurrecion Release Phrase:
Be the air they breathe, the light on their skin, the ground beneath their feet.
Resurrecion Appearance:
It is hard to recognize Guren`s form admist the Cyclone that surrounds her body when her resureccion is released, however shortly after the release the cyclone dissapears revealing her form.
Guren`s form in her release recembles that of a Vulture, she carries a complete vulture skull that rests atop her head with beak and all. Her body grows feathers of red, and her hair becomes more of a mane to that of a lion. (but remains atop of her head) The long hair is then tied into a single pony tail to that of a likeness to a amazon, now wielding two curved arabian swords along her resureccion, (they recemble that of Kyoraku`s Shikai) for the execption of having two holes at the tip of the swords with two rings.
Resurrecion Abilities:
Cyclone (ヒュル Hyuru): Guren creates a strong tornado capable of wrecking anything within its reach, including the ground beneath and buildings built from rock. Guren can also change the flow of air so rather than letting the air currents suck inwards, Guren can send the wind flowing outwards thus useful for repelling cero`s and kido`s by changing their course before they collide with said target.
Impact (どどん Dodon): Placing a hand on an opponent, Guren is able to send them spinning away and prevent movement to the body. Another way of casting this spell involves Guren using a swift hand gesture, typically an open-palmed hand being thrust, to create an isolated earthquake that leaves its victims shell-shocked.
---Roleplaying Sample---
"Stalk, stab, doge, repeat
Stalk, stab, doge, kill
Be the air they breathe, the light on their skin, the ground beneath their feet
Turn on them, when least expected; the things they need to live
To rely on the strong is to be weak
And to be weak is to be but prey
Stalk, stab, doge, repeat
Stalk, stab, doge, kill."
Guren Valaska
Race:
Arrancar
Position of Character:
Espada
Character Loyalties:
Lillitu,Neliel
Character Goals:
Find my brother and avenge my comrades, become stronger... and try not to die alone, and if possible die happily.
Character Backstory / History:
I dove, feeling the rush of air on my face and feathers. I took a moment to enjoy the freedom of flight before sinking my talons into my prey. It let out a mighty roar and then was motionless but still living, I ate what I could and took flight, hunting my next prey.
This was how life as a hollow was; for me, and for the rest of us. Hunt the prey, and be forever watchful of not becoming the hunted. The thrill might be too much for some, but I love it! The feeling I get when stalking, waiting for the right moment, and then a slight flutter of fear in that last fight to the death…. Only the strongest will come out alive, able to feed on others and become stronger.
There was a point when a pack of us, some family and others invited in, traveled as one. The leader was my father, and it had been passed down that one could challenge the chief to a fight to the death and take their place. One did not see it as killing a friend or family member, but rather an honor of becoming a stronger leader; benefiting the pack as a whole. I fought and killed him, leading the pack for many years. At the head of the pack I became an adjucha and never lost to my challengers, within the pack and otherwise.
But they were holding me back, and they felt this as well. They decided to let me go from them to better my abilities and become great. There were those in the pack that were respected hunters, and those that were nothing buy prey, just waiting to be picked off. My brother, Gervasio, was one such member, but was handed the role of leader anyway. I swore to return one day, and when I did I found nothing but remnants and dead bodies, of whom I scattered into the wind as ash. My brother, as chief, had this failure on his hands. But he had fled...
From then on I have only had three goals; find my brother and avenge my comrades, become stronger, and die hunting. I had caught it on the wind that Gervasio had become part of Aizen's army, a shinigami that held enough power to lead hollows into battle. I figured the best way to get accepted would be to impress Aizen with my own abilities. And so, I dove onto the next prey, an easy one that hadn't even noticed my presence.
So I was easily taken aback when the prey's tail came crashing into me, knocking me out of the sky. Always being prepared, I quickly regained myself on the ground, a sharp pain in one of my wings. I bared my talons and razor sharp beak.
"Hey alligator boy, do not think for a moment that I will go easy on prey like you, just because of your age." My opponent glared at me.
"Well, can't be much if ya' can't even tell the difference between a crocodile and an alligator!" I had hit a nerve that sent him after me with all he had. 'Just the way I like them.' I thought just before charging into battle
The fight had gone on for hours before we broke away, both exhausted. He ran at me again, this time it would have been easy to end his life. But I stopped him, instead, by curling my bird-like hand over his head.
"Please, stop for a moment." I kneeled down to his level. He calmed quickly, but still remained wary. "Your watchfulness is a good thing; a great quality in any hunter. But you have my word that this is not a trick." I gazed into his glowing yellow eyes, still alight with uncertainty. I pressed my claw hard into my chest, causing a drop of blood to surface; an old hunter truce sign in my pack. "On my life and my claw I swear it" He looked back into my eyes and saw only truth. There was a silence while we both looked each other over. I could tell by his scars and build that he had fought hard for many years now, as I had, and became an adjucha.
"What is it you are called?" I asked, once we were both certain of the other.
"My name is Quintilian Rees… and you?" He replied, the edge gone from his voice.
"I am called Guren Valaska. Please, will you consider joining me? You have the blood of a hunter and, with training, you could become very strong." He looked taken aback before seeing the same truthful look on my face before; a face he now refers to as 'soft.'
"Heh, only if you can admit you were wrong for calling me a gator." He smiled a toothy smile, as if something had lifted from him. Perhaps it was the loneliness of the Hueco Mundo dunes.
"I shall admit, it was a foolish mistake on my behalf." I stood and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I apologize." He seemed to accept it, following me into the eternal night of Hueco Mundo.
Years passed; how many one does not know while living in Hueco Mundo. Quin and I fought side by side, sharing every kill and becoming closer. He was, in spirit, a brother to me; always trying to protect me when it should have been reversed. I turned into a vasto lorde with his help but he could not become anything more than what he was then. Prey had gotten to him; from his left eye to the corner of his mouth was a long scar and a missing tooth to show for it. He would have sulked for days, not only for his inability to change but also for his missing tooth, had I not promised him strength as an arrancar.
So now we fight to grab Aizen's eye more than ever. We sat on the cold, sandy ground, eating scraps from our last kill. We had tracked a big group of stronger hollows across many miles; a group that, if defeated, would be sure to reach Aizen's ear.
"Com' on Guren! Let's just go get em'! They're just sitting there!" Quin was getting anxious waiting for his new power. He wanted so badly to be stronger than I; not to best me, but rather to protect.
"Quin, we shall attack when the time is right. Their leader is a vasto, and is still awake. Can you not feel that?" Quin moped and sank his teeth into another bite, clearly wanting to avoid further conversation. I could tell there was more troubling him than he let on. Normally, he took my word without question.
"Quin," I said, softening my voice and moving closer to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. Quickly he turned his head, hiding his face. "What troubles you? He felt tense under my touch; every muscle in him was strained.
"I'm fine Guren." He replied quickly, this time trying to hide his shaking voice.
"You can tell me anything you know. I am here for you as you are here for me…" At this he turned to me again and sank his head between my shoulder and neck; warm tears hit my skin.
"I'm scared Guren! I don't know how you can walk into battle and never fear death. This is like nothing we have faced before, and you're still…" He was so upset that he was unable to finish his sentence. I put my arms around him and ran my fingers through his hair, causing some sand to fall out.
"One must always fear death before battle Quin. Even I fight, knowing that each breath could be my last. But it is that fear that drives us to try harder. Losing such a thing, or pretending it is not there, could mean our doom. Besides, Los Noches will be a safer place." Quin loosened up and his heavy sobbing slowed. "Dry your tears." I whispered softly near his ear. There was a long pause before he replied, his head still resting on me.
"I wasn't crying Guren." He said this with as firm of a face as he could muster and turned his face forwards, crossing his arms but keeping his eyes closed.
I smirked. "Oh no, how could I forget…" I got up and pretended to stretch "after all, a strong man like you…" At this I pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. "could only cry tears of a crocodile!" I started tickling him ferociously. He was very ticklish, and I always loved to take advantage of this.
Now new tears welled in his eyes, this time from laughter, "No Guren… you said it all… wrong!...It's supposed… to be… 'crocodile tears',…idiot!' He said between laughing and squirming.
I pretended to be offended, "How dare you mock my speech!" and I tickled him even harder.
"Guren…stop… please!" he pleaded, only able to get one word out at a time. But his next word alarmed me. "CERO!" he yelled, and at that I stopped, only just spotting the red glow in time to grab Quin and roll out of its way. A huge trench was left in its wake, causing sand to fly up and cloud the area making it impossible to see.
The blast had separated Quin and I and, presumably, he started fighting. I flew up above the cloud and scanned. Soon I was picking out disturbances in the smoke and diving into it, each time grabbing the prey and dropping them to their death.
About half way through the cloud started to clear. However, I also noticed that I had not heard Quin in a long time. Normally, Quin was loud, letting me know he was fine without taking my eyes off the prey. Fear that something was horribly wrong made my heart race, but I could not let my mind wander. The faster I took them out the better. 'Besides, he might just be concentrating for once,' I though, allowing myself just one comforting lie. With every kill my heart sank more and more. By the last kill the cloud had cleared, showing no sign of him.
"Quin!" I called, flying low, checking each lifeless face; praying none would have his. I flipped the last, sand covered body over; relieved it wasn't him but still in turmoil wondering where he was. I fell to my knees, worrying for the first time of being left alone. "Quintilian" I whimpered in my moment of weakness.
The Hueco Mundo wind wrapped around me and rustled my feathers; never before, or after, had it felt so cold and empty. The echo carried my pitiful whimpers across the desert, reaching me again and intensifying the pain, like a being nailed in the heart. A scalding hot blow to my right wing sent me flying, enough to snap me out of my slump. I hit the ground hard; the gritty, white sand tore at my skin like glass. It took me a moment to recover and count my losses. My wing was gone, only a few feather covered skin strips remained. Luckily the side my wing had covered escaped with only a few severe burns. Overall, I was lucky to still be alive. Blood oozed from where my wing had been and sand ate at the wound like acid. I gritted my teeth; I was going to have to make quick work of this enemy if I was to come out of this alive.
My vision cleared and I looked at my attacker. It was the vasto leader, tall and covered in spikes, a few missing from previous battles. What was more alarming than his appearance was that he held an unconscious Quin by his neck.
"Let him go you bastard!" I bellowed, but he was seemingly unresponsive to my demand. He lifted Quin to his mouth, about to feed on him; the message was clear. "Let him go! I am stronger, take me instead!" I begged. "Eating another vasto will double your power, just don't hurt the boy." He tossed Quin aside and headed towards me. He grabbed me by the throat as he had Quin, his spines on his wrist dug into the flesh on my neck. My plan had been to slice open his stomach once he had me with one of the claws on my foot, but my mind had clouded and my vision blurred from lack of air. I was just able to keep my eyes open long enough to see Quin's yellow eyes shining back into mine
***
I awoke, feeling myself drop to the ground and gasping for air. Quin, covered in blood, kneeled over the dead vasto lorde. Quin had used one of the vasto's own spines to gut him from behind. I could see that there had been a slight struggle as Quin was still catching his breath and there was a noticeable disturbance in the sand. He turned to me now, a strong look of worry on his face.
"Guren, your wing… I'm so sorry." He blinked hard, refusing to cry, trying to stay strong for me.
"Do not blame yourself, I was not alert enough, and I can do without."
"Here!" he said, motioning towards the vasto's corpse, "eat this, it will help stop the bleeding." The white sand around me had soaked up the blood and was dyed a dark crimson; a color that quite suited the hollow world.
"But it was your kill," I retorted, truly wishing for him to become stronger for it, "and…"
"Shut up Guren and just do it!" I did as he told, and by the time I had finished, the blood flow had stopped and I felt a new sense of power. I had strength enough to stand, and hug Quin; we were both just glad the other was alive, not fated to wonder the dunes alone.
***
After cleaning up the rest of the bodies we moved on by foot. The stronger ones were fed on while the weaker were left behind. Getting food would be a challenge now without my wing, but I couldn't let Quin know that. Only a few minutes of walking passed before a strange figure appeared on the horizon. What peaked our interest was that the spiritual pressure was not that of a hollow, but that of a shinigami. Once at close range, I got down on one knee, forcefully pulling Quin down with me.
"Lord Aizen, we have fought many and trekked Hueco Mundo to one day find you. I beg you, take us into your arrancar army! The fact that you have come to us now, in our time of need…" I let my voice trail off. There was no question that this was Aizen, not many shinigami were brave enough to step foot in Hueco Mundo. There was a pause, his unsheathed sword caught the moon light and reflected off the sand before he sheathed it.
"Very well. Come, join your new family then." He finally said. We stood and started to follow but Aizen stopped. "My new army can only be that of stronger hollows." A cunning smile spread across his face, "The boy stays." I felt hot rage in the pit of my stomach.
"He is strong, and he will work twice as hard as an arrancar to prove it to you! He may be an adjucha, but it was he who killed that vasto, not I! Know that if he cannot come, then neither can I." My words were firm and final. Neither a Shinigami nor a hollow could come between Quin and I, who were not related by blood shared, but by blood spilt. Another tense moment passed before Aizen spoke once more.
"Very well, I can see that there is no swaying you. However, you would be a valuable asset to my army, and a foolish move to leave you here to waste. But he had better keep your word Valaska. Now..." At this a garganta opened and a small, blond girl waited inside. "let's fix your wing."
---BIO---
Age:
850
Gender:
Female
Hair Color
Ember
Eye Color
Amber
Physical Description:
Personality:
On a first look Guren appears as a calm individual, but in truth there is something far more to her than that, Guren is not a shallow person by nature, even though she may act like one. She is tender and sweet a trait she is not shy of displaying even to her opponents, however hurt her comrades and you are in for a beating.
Guren shares little sympathy for shinigami mostly due to Aizens influence, but is known for not underestimating her opponents, in fact Guren is often calculating an individual by thought and action if so requierd of her. She is level headed and strong and knows when to back off, this is one of many reasons why she was sent to las noches to intercept the "message" that kurosawa and Sun-sun released, altrough she could not fully decipher the origin of the reiatsu, she had her thoughts about the persona behind it.
Be as it may she was soon ordered to take action, the message that was sent was a measure of safe conduct, she was ordered to join the forces of Las noches, if they so desired to have her, and she agreed upon this willingly. The dragon queen had made her first move, now all she had to do was to wait.
Guren is merciful to almost anyone be it Human, Shinigami or Arrancar, she does not take fights too seriously, she fights humans with a handicap and appears very protective of them. Honor and glory has no meaning to her if it means getting stabbed in the back when the situation starts to look grim. She does not respect people who run away from their troubles if anything she dislikes those the most. She also distrusts people who lie and disregard life in general, but never really does she hate anyone. Most often when a fight does take place Guren ends the fight withouth a killing blow, cheering their opponent on to work harder till next time.
---COMBAT---
[Note: There is a new system in place for the site using a set basic measurement of stats.
Fighting Style:
Dance Style ~
Guren fights at a distance when in her resureccion, when out of resureccion she takes heed into her skills of swordmanship and cero`s and combines them together. Her style of fighting introduces a new form of sword fighting, she calls it side step, this style of fighting involves avoiding contact with the opponent`s blade all together trying to find an opening as soon as possible by switching her body weight and stepping aside hoping to "catch" the opponent off guard, she moves her sword in a way that tricks the opponent into thinking that she will exchange blows, but instead slips to the side at the last second hoping that her opponent will lose its balance, then she strikes the unsuspecting foe.
Sheath Style ~
Another form of her fighting style is displayed wielding her sheath in her other hand, then blocking your opponents sword with the sheath, to finalize the strike with her unrealised sword.
Hollow Style ~
This form introduces cero`s into her sword combat and combines them flawlessly, with a simple point of her finger she can release a cero along her sword, she can combine this style with any of the styles above.
She rarely goes for the killing blow, no Guren conciders matches against other sparring matches not a fight to the death, she has now grown past that, if there is something Neliel taught her then it was how to fight and proper etiquette when fighting. She does not fight for fun or the thrill of battle as opposed to Lilith.
"One who possesses reason should require a reason to fight."
ALL BASE LEVELS WILL BE AS FOLLOWED
Shinigami – Hollow – Low Ranking Quincy and Humans that have recently unlocked Fullbring will get a maximum of 25 points to spend in the follow tiers, maximum at lower rank of 10 per category.
Vice Captain – Arrancar – Midlevel Tier Quincy and Fullbringers who are adept get a bonus 25 points to spend in each category, Maximum of 30 in each category.
Captain – Arrancar Master Class – Quincy Master Class and Fullbringers who are fully adept get an additional 25 points, Maximum of 40 in each category
Zanjutsu [Sword Combat Skill]:
30
Hakuda [Unarmed Combat Skil]:
5
Hoho [Agility]:
40
Kido [Reiatsu Manipulation]:
25
---Hollow Only---
Base Level Abilities [Maximum of 3 Hollow Abilities such as Cero or Garganta etc.]:
Garganta (黒腔 (ガルガンタ), Garuganta; Spanish for "Throat", Japanese for "Black Cavity") is how Arrancar and Hollows move to and from Hueco Mundo.
Cero (虚閃 (セロ), Sero; Spanish for "Zero", Japanese for "Hollow Flash" The practitioner fires a powerful blast of concentrated spiritual energy at the target. While in most cases it is fired from the mouth, some Arrancar and Visored can fire Cero from their hands, fingers, and other parts of their bodies.
When entering her resureccion form Guren becomes capable of releasing her Cero`s from the tip of her sword, but she can also perform a cero between her pinkie and pointer, but in true fashion she can release a cero from just about any part of her body withouth a specific pose.
Cero Doble (重奏虚閃 (セロ・ドーブル), sero dōburu; Spanish for "Double Zero", Japanese for "Heavy Performance Hollow Flash") Like Neliel Guren has the capability to use Cero Doble and with great skill.
Reaitsu Cloak: Having specialized into hiding before striking, Guren is capable of hiding her presence to the point of no return, it is almost impossible to sense her when this ability is active...
Zanpakuto Appearance:
A single edged blade, what looks to be a normal Katana, long enough handle to allow two hands.
Fūjin Sōtatsu
Resurrecion Release Phrase:
Be the air they breathe, the light on their skin, the ground beneath their feet.
Resurrecion Appearance:
It is hard to recognize Guren`s form admist the Cyclone that surrounds her body when her resureccion is released, however shortly after the release the cyclone dissapears revealing her form.
Guren`s form in her release recembles that of a Vulture, she carries a complete vulture skull that rests atop her head with beak and all. Her body grows feathers of red, and her hair becomes more of a mane to that of a lion. (but remains atop of her head) The long hair is then tied into a single pony tail to that of a likeness to a amazon, now wielding two curved arabian swords along her resureccion, (they recemble that of Kyoraku`s Shikai) for the execption of having two holes at the tip of the swords with two rings.
Resurrecion Abilities:
Cyclone (ヒュル Hyuru): Guren creates a strong tornado capable of wrecking anything within its reach, including the ground beneath and buildings built from rock. Guren can also change the flow of air so rather than letting the air currents suck inwards, Guren can send the wind flowing outwards thus useful for repelling cero`s and kido`s by changing their course before they collide with said target.
Impact (どどん Dodon): Placing a hand on an opponent, Guren is able to send them spinning away and prevent movement to the body. Another way of casting this spell involves Guren using a swift hand gesture, typically an open-palmed hand being thrust, to create an isolated earthquake that leaves its victims shell-shocked.
---Roleplaying Sample---
"Stalk, stab, doge, repeat
Stalk, stab, doge, kill
Be the air they breathe, the light on their skin, the ground beneath their feet
Turn on them, when least expected; the things they need to live
To rely on the strong is to be weak
And to be weak is to be but prey
Stalk, stab, doge, repeat
Stalk, stab, doge, kill."