Post by Soulless on Feb 17, 2010 16:50:25 GMT -4
Arrancar
Name:
Nettae(last) Mori(first)
Gender:
Male
Age:
~130
Ranking:
Numeros
Number:
32
Base Type:
Adjucas
Physical Description:
The first thing to notice about Mori is his clothes. He is always well dressed. There is not a moment where one can call him not well dressed for any occasion. However, whatever clothing he wears is also decorated intricately. His clothes are always changing, but whatever his clothing is they suit the occasion and he looks like a doll who is played with constantly, shifting out of multiple outfits. He is only rarely caught with the typical arrancar outfit of white. He claims that he finds it of bad taste to wear the same thing too often.
What's not strange to notice about him is his height. He looks like a little kid. What the heck is he doing in Las Noches?! His body looks a tad fragile. He looks as if he couldn't even take a hit. Not only that, but as he wanders around it would become more and more apparent that he doesn't give off any reiatsu. Not even one iota of spiritual power comes from him, even when he goes into resureccion form. What an odd little kid. Why is he not dead yet? Why is he considered numeros, as indicated by the thirty-two on the soft spot of his left shoulder?
His appearance wouldn't give it away. With wide and emotionless blue eyes as clear as fresh rivers and no pupils in them. His small and boyish face is usually set in a blank stare, much like the dolls he frequently carries with him. His blonde hair is always kept in a neat and orderly fashion, even in battle.
However, on closer examination, he seems to have some strange things about him other than his quick glance appearance.There seem to be... stitching all over his body. Yes. Stitching. Of all fabrics and colors, he seems to stitch things into himself. Patches of cloth, a ribbon or two, or just a pretty pattern upon his skin. Although his disturbs people, he doesn't seem to mind at all.
Then, where is his hollow hole and his mask? The mask is obvious and yet not so. there seems to be webbing that comes from the top left of his face, and on that webbing is a spider that is right above his left eye. It looks to be of average size, although longer legs than usual. It's two front legs which really look like talons circle his eye. As for his hole? Of course, in his chest, perfectly in the center.
Personality:
He is quite the quirky little fellow. Mori seems to be the ultimate narcissist, although you wouldn't catch him doing anything arrogant or mistreating everyone for it. He believes that he is the ultimate doll, blessed by unknown forces to have a heart to decide with. He has long deluded himself to completely forget pain, constantly carrying with him a needle and thread to thread his own skin however he pleases.
Fun fact! His name is an anagram for marionette. Of course, such a perfect and elegant name for the perfect doll was not one he was originally given, and so he largely ignores any hints that he may have a past that is different from the one he believes to be his past. In his opinion, he was a human once, a human cursed with a human name and cursed with human emotions. However, he broke free of it and became the perfect doll and that is how he arrived here.
Although he may be an arrancar, a perfect doll must be the perfect doll. He wanders the hallways all alone except with whatever dolls he brings with him. After all, his dolls are his best companions. He is so obsessed with his dollhood that he never refers to himself as 'I' but rather, 'my dolls'. For example, to state his name he would say 'My Dolls go by Mori. Mori Nettae.'
He acts like the perfect little doll. He is refined and he is silent. He allows people to manipulate his body as they please and he has such a light presence that he may as well not be alive. In fact, he controls his breathing to the point where it looks like he is not breathing at all. He prides himself on being the absolute perfect doll.
If anyone tries to shake him out of his mentality, he simple seems to disappear mentally. He has a small part inside of him where he can always escape from the world...
As for his interactions with others, Mori does not seem to change. Devoid of almost all emotion, he gives off a sense of being extremely distant, although one could not describe him as cold. He gives off a feeling of being lost, would be more like the emotion to describe him and his actions towards the world. Like he had no other truth left in the world except the fact he is a doll, the perfect doll.
To almost everyone, he has the same actions. He is the perfect servant. To those beneath him, he still acts as if he is of lower rank. He refers to people not by name and rarely keeps eye contact with anyone for more than a second. He would never ever disrespect someone and it is next to impossible for someone to actually anger him.
However, there are a few things that would anger a person al calm and as refined as he. The first thing is a situation he cannot control. Like a spider hates having its well-placed web torn by things it cannot eat, Mori hates when a situation comes out of his immediate control. However, he would usually immediately remove from himself such a situation immediately rather than face it head on.
Although he gets along well with people, there are certain lines that he would prefer the world would never cross. If someone seems to approach such a line, he has a tendency to become extremely avoidant of that person or he would simply change the conversation. Sharply. One of these lines involves his dollhood. He cannot stand being accused of being not a doll. He is a doll and he demands that that fact is not to be questions. Also about his dollhood, he despises when other people touch his dolls. He absolutely hates it.
When it comes to morals and ethics, Mori doesn't seem to have any skewed thoughts of what is right and wrong. He understands well what is right and wrong. however, he does little to do what is right and what is wrong. It seems as if that, even though he knows what he does may be wrong, he feels that he can do nothing to change the terrible situations people find themselves in and there is nothing he can do to change world.
Other than that, he comes off as a very pleasant, peaceful person of which one can easily confide to and yet have the strange feeling of never being confided in. Mori's only people he considers to be close to him are his dolls. As long as he has dolls, he can be happy. As long as he can live his lies, everything else can fall into place.
History:
Mori was born with a short, human name. It was a game with no shine. It was a.... a name as flawed as humans were. Mark was his cursed name. He had no last name. His mother had given birth to him when she was forced to take leave of her job as a whore when the beatings to kill him and the horrible tasting herbs didn't force him out to die. When he was born his mother used him as an excuse to get out of her 'job'.. in other words, he grew up in a whorehouse.
Little Mark knew quickly when to leave. At the young age of two he had become an expert in hiding and being invisible when it was not convenient for him to be seen. He was also no stranger to nudity, sex, and creaking noises deep into the night. He had no bed to sleep on, little as food or payment. At first he would clean the sheets, doing laundry by hand and trying to ignore the blood and sweat and other liquids he washed away.
However, when he became old enough to be sold, he was given to a rich old man who had very many screws loose. What happened in that part of his life would never be mentioned by him. He was constantly drilled into that he would become the perfect doll in that torture house of a mansion. From this place did he learn to hide inside of himself, restrain all emotion and to be numb to the world. He was starved and killed there when he got too old to serve the master's darker wishes.
As a spirit he was chained to this Earth, a demi-hollow. No shinigami could save him from his fate to turn into a hollow and either be eaten or eat others. When his hole ripped open, the first thing he ate was his previous master, already on his deathbed from the loud noises of monsters. Although Mori would seem to have forgotten his life as a hollow in the future, he would never forget the rage he felt when he ate the man, how their eyes met and how he saw recognition in those eyes before they flickered and died.
Almost immediately afterwards he ran into heuco mundo, a giant spider who left near-invisible strings to trap other hollow and eat them bite by bite when they couldn't fight back no matter how hard they struggled. He had no humanity within him. Occasionally he would go to the human world and eat the humans there... but they did not satisfy his eternal hunger.
Even when he reached the level of menos, he was still not at all satisfied with his hunger and he still had no sentience. All he could think of was his desire for more blood, more fighting. Occasionally he would think for himself, but only on rare occurrences where he wasn't hunting down his fellow hollow. There were rare times in this state where he thought to himself. In those times, he didn't know who he was. He would look around in a confused daze, being spared only a few seconds of humanity before the hunger grabbed him and threw him to the darkness of nonexistence.
It did not take long for him to become adjucas. When he did change back, his form was sleeker and smaller than his original hollow form, although the general shape hadn't changed. He was more nimble on his legs. However, that was not the only difference. He could think for himself now... and it was then he began to soul search. He was given but one tiny shred of memory to hang onto.
The young adjucas could only remember being held down and chained with threads poking in and out of his skin, led by a dark hand. The world fuzzed at the edges, something he would later recognize as tears of either pain or sorrow... or something else. Most importantly, he remembered the desire. He wanted to be... something. Inside of him there was a desire so strong that it overpowered the pain and the humiliation. But... what was it?
As he came across a kill, young unnamed Mori thought of something. He didn't quite know what it was at the time, but instead of eating this meal, he took a piece of skin and began to play with it. Using flesh he carved out and mask fragments for support, he made, clumsily, his first ever doll. It was then did the seeds of his obsession begin.
Using a fang of his own and threads from his silk, he would take pieces of hollow's skin and flesh and stitch them all together to form deformed dolls. He would leave the dolls simply lying around as he wandered from place to place; they served as a warning to anyone who stumbled across them. He used the dolls as a self-meditation... to discover who he was and fill the black hole in his memory and sense of self. He was missing something from his life as a hollow and he used the dolls he made to search into himself.
He traveled and wandered peacefully as an adjucas most of his time, eating only when he needed parts for his dolls. As he and whatever doll he made grew in concentration and he made more and more intricate dolls, he hadn't realized it but in his intensity he had developed being able to place his spiritual energy in his dolls, a process he would only realize when he attempted to defend himself and the one doll he was making was thrown towards the hollow as an attempt of surprise. Instead of simply hitting the hollow and falling uselessly to the floor, the doll exploded in a burst of reiatsu strong enough to severely startle it.
Ever since then, he would carry whatever dolls he made on his back, constantly editing and perfecting them and at the same time placing more and more reiatsu in them. He would sit on the sands and look up at the stars, before staring back down at whatever doll he was working on and use his dexterous claws to work on the young girl or boy or beast with a gentleness that could be compared to a mother crocodile carrying young in her mouth. If he ever got frustrated, he would use more strength than he should and the doll would be ruined. If he ever felt tense, he would slip and slash the toy wide open. If he felt happy, he would forget to stitch adequately and some stuffing would fall out. He had to remain focused and to shove all his worried, doubts, fears and hopes and reduce himself to focus all of his concentration on every stitch.
However, as an adjucas he always had a problem in being able to carry his toys. Mori could only carry so many at a time on his back... sometimes he would have to leave a few dolls behind, which made him feel a sense of loss.. as if he was abandoning a good friend to die. He began to seek a place where he could stay forever and keep his dolls forever. When he came to the menos forests where he once lived himself, he came across a small cave. He stayed for many, many years in that cave, so focused on making dolls that he only ate for supplies. He would lay web traps near his home, sensing vibrations in his webs to indicate when a meal was coming.
It was not hard to become an arrancar for him. With his constant soul searching, he found the desire to become less monstrous and more like the strange dolls he made. With some courage and a lot of inner strength, he ripped off his own mask alone on the sands and became an arrancar.
When that happened, Mori began to feel restless in the small cave he called home. It was not so difficult for him to make dolls anymore... and not only that, but every time he tried to rest, he was plagued with nightmares. Constant flashes of memories struck him, giving him an almost permanent headache. He remembered more things now, of his past. Though they were just fragments of his lfe before, he could recollect what he so badly desired.
Becoming the perfect doll. He looked at his hands, his body. He was just like a doll. A perfect doll. It was time for him to leave this place. However, Mori could not bring the piles on piles of dolls he had collected over the years. Instead, he grabbed what he could and climbed his way onto the white sands once more.
It was then that he noticed a castle of white upon the sands. He cradled the few dolls he could carry with him as well as his blade and began to walk towards the building. While he walked, he gave himself a new name, one that would fit the perfect doll he was.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
As stated before, he can place his reiatsu in his dolls. When filled adequately and thrown with enough force, his dolls can explode on contact with a flash of reiatsu that is very easily detectable. However, he has no other abilities other than the usual hollow ones when he is not in his released form.
Additional Info:
Mori always carries at least two dolls with him at all times. He converses with them like anyone else would converse with another person.
General:
Appearance:
Mori's blade looks quite strange. The blade itself is a small tanto(dagger), easily hidden in his clothing. The hilt and sheathe, however, look like a small fan that is closed, not at all a deadly weapon.
Resurrecctión
The Curtains shall Rise, Cabecilla...
Armor/ Appearance:
Mori looks completely different from his usual state. He retains all his limbs and his body itself doesn't change, but he gets an added eight limbs as spider's legs. Also behind him is a spider's abdomen and on his head sits a helmet that looks eerily like a spider's head, the talons closely above his eyes. The spider itself is white and it seems to envelop him.
Abilities:
He battles in what he calls Acts. Every act is a play on his ability.
The first Act involves him speeding around, but for what reason? Well, all the legs and the abdomen leave in their wake a single strand of spider's silk each. These strands are then placed wherever he goes, forming a stage for the next act. In this first phase of battle he throws bala and cero as he runs around. His threads, like most spider's webbing, is nearly invisible. However, it is much stronger than spider's webbing, made for catching hollow rather than insects.
The second Act is typically the one that ends battles. Having set his trap, the target now has to fight him in a web where every step could run the target to a sticky strand. The more struggling done means the more strange run into. Trapped like this, most targets don't stand a chance against whatever finishing blow he may deliver. However, his webbing is not invincible; with enough power one can blast cero, kido, or anything else and ruin his intricate trap... if one can tell where the webbing is. In this act he tends to taunt and tease, walking around pleasantly in the places that have the most webbing and having his spider's legs leave more threads wherever he goes.
His final Act is deadly. Taking spiritual energy from whatever dolls he has left and using his own spiritual energy, he sends a deadly blast of power throughout his entire web. To contact it would mean to be filled with so much spiritual energy in one go that it would mean death. Those who are stronger than him can resist his attempts to shove spiritual power into them, but weaker creatures stand little chance.
However, as a consequence of his final act, his web is destroyed and he no longer has any reiatsu to fight with. In fact, he drains himself of so much he instantly falls out of his released state and becomes close to death. It is a powerful attack with near-suicidal effects.
Garganta
Mori has a very peaceful looking garganta, albeit it seems to be quite small and fits only him. He uses it constantly on regular trips to the human world to find clues of his past (and hunt for supplies for his doll-making obsession).
Pesquisa
His sensitivity to reiatsu is as precise as the process he uses to put his spiritual energy into dolls. Unlike others, however, it is not used like an echo but rather reiatsu affects the air and such changes are easily picked up by one who has spent over a century tugging at webs and feeling for the vibrations of close hollow and those trapped in his webbing.
Hierro
Aaaah, his downfall. He has weak hierro, too weak to be considered of normal numeros power. He can be cut easily as any other hollow.
Sonido
Quick and agile, such a speed is regular for him. His speed rivals Espada to make up for the lack of heirro. Quite happily, he travels at speeds that would make a falcon's dive look slow.
Cero and Bala
In resureccion form, his dolls can also use cero and bala, although they are significantly weaker than Mori's. Mori's ceros and balas are quick, though they are weaker than expected but are not to be underestimated. He can spam ceros very quickly and balas even quicker. However, he tend to use balas as warning shots when he is not in his released state.
Regeneration
Because of the lack of spiritual power he keeps in his body, he is relatively slow to regenate anything at all. Usually, whenever he had a major wound, it would take him a while to recover. If he needs to stop losing blood, he simply sews the injury shut until he can take some time off to heal. However, in a pinch he can use the reiatsu he stores in his dolls to give him a small boost.
Other Characters:
N/A
Roleplay Sample:
(This is a different character from a different Bleach roleplay)
The God and his shadow were once again in their chambers. She was sitting on her bed peacefully, watching his movements. It was not strange for the eerie silence between them now to fall upon the room. Because she was so naturally quiet, Tetsuya didn't usually have much to say to her. Why would such a god of darkness even bother trying to make conversation with the weakling that was his worshipper? Much like the God of the human world in that aspect, now that she thought of it.
However, she did have something to break the black silence between them, but she didn't know how to say it. When her Lord was fighting on the battlefield just a short time ago, she was left to defend herself against the hollow that had revolted and attacked from the inside. Except, she found she couldn't fight at all. She was too weak to... if it wasn't for Seon, she would've been eaten that day. Her Lord would be very disappointed if he knew.
But if she didn't tell him, then her request wouldn't be ignored entirely. She had to ask him or else the same situation may happen again and this time Seon might not be there to save her. Letting out a silent sigh, she gathered up her courage to talk to her Lord of her small, easily rejected request.
"Mmm...My Lord..." She began, hesitance laden in her voice. "I... I...Cannot defend myself with.... with..." She pulled out her sword. "...this blade." But of course, that much was already agreed upon by both of them. She could not fight. She didn't even know how to begin a fight. It did not come naturally to her like it came to most hollow. It was simply a fact that she had to live with.
"Could... My Lord... teach me?" She asked now, her hands clasped together as if in prayer and looking to him with hope and at the same time with anxiety.
General Info
Name:
Nettae(last) Mori(first)
Gender:
Male
Age:
~130
Ranking:
Numeros
Number:
32
Base Type:
Adjucas
Physical Description:
The first thing to notice about Mori is his clothes. He is always well dressed. There is not a moment where one can call him not well dressed for any occasion. However, whatever clothing he wears is also decorated intricately. His clothes are always changing, but whatever his clothing is they suit the occasion and he looks like a doll who is played with constantly, shifting out of multiple outfits. He is only rarely caught with the typical arrancar outfit of white. He claims that he finds it of bad taste to wear the same thing too often.
What's not strange to notice about him is his height. He looks like a little kid. What the heck is he doing in Las Noches?! His body looks a tad fragile. He looks as if he couldn't even take a hit. Not only that, but as he wanders around it would become more and more apparent that he doesn't give off any reiatsu. Not even one iota of spiritual power comes from him, even when he goes into resureccion form. What an odd little kid. Why is he not dead yet? Why is he considered numeros, as indicated by the thirty-two on the soft spot of his left shoulder?
His appearance wouldn't give it away. With wide and emotionless blue eyes as clear as fresh rivers and no pupils in them. His small and boyish face is usually set in a blank stare, much like the dolls he frequently carries with him. His blonde hair is always kept in a neat and orderly fashion, even in battle.
However, on closer examination, he seems to have some strange things about him other than his quick glance appearance.There seem to be... stitching all over his body. Yes. Stitching. Of all fabrics and colors, he seems to stitch things into himself. Patches of cloth, a ribbon or two, or just a pretty pattern upon his skin. Although his disturbs people, he doesn't seem to mind at all.
Then, where is his hollow hole and his mask? The mask is obvious and yet not so. there seems to be webbing that comes from the top left of his face, and on that webbing is a spider that is right above his left eye. It looks to be of average size, although longer legs than usual. It's two front legs which really look like talons circle his eye. As for his hole? Of course, in his chest, perfectly in the center.
Personality:
He is quite the quirky little fellow. Mori seems to be the ultimate narcissist, although you wouldn't catch him doing anything arrogant or mistreating everyone for it. He believes that he is the ultimate doll, blessed by unknown forces to have a heart to decide with. He has long deluded himself to completely forget pain, constantly carrying with him a needle and thread to thread his own skin however he pleases.
Fun fact! His name is an anagram for marionette. Of course, such a perfect and elegant name for the perfect doll was not one he was originally given, and so he largely ignores any hints that he may have a past that is different from the one he believes to be his past. In his opinion, he was a human once, a human cursed with a human name and cursed with human emotions. However, he broke free of it and became the perfect doll and that is how he arrived here.
Although he may be an arrancar, a perfect doll must be the perfect doll. He wanders the hallways all alone except with whatever dolls he brings with him. After all, his dolls are his best companions. He is so obsessed with his dollhood that he never refers to himself as 'I' but rather, 'my dolls'. For example, to state his name he would say 'My Dolls go by Mori. Mori Nettae.'
He acts like the perfect little doll. He is refined and he is silent. He allows people to manipulate his body as they please and he has such a light presence that he may as well not be alive. In fact, he controls his breathing to the point where it looks like he is not breathing at all. He prides himself on being the absolute perfect doll.
If anyone tries to shake him out of his mentality, he simple seems to disappear mentally. He has a small part inside of him where he can always escape from the world...
As for his interactions with others, Mori does not seem to change. Devoid of almost all emotion, he gives off a sense of being extremely distant, although one could not describe him as cold. He gives off a feeling of being lost, would be more like the emotion to describe him and his actions towards the world. Like he had no other truth left in the world except the fact he is a doll, the perfect doll.
To almost everyone, he has the same actions. He is the perfect servant. To those beneath him, he still acts as if he is of lower rank. He refers to people not by name and rarely keeps eye contact with anyone for more than a second. He would never ever disrespect someone and it is next to impossible for someone to actually anger him.
However, there are a few things that would anger a person al calm and as refined as he. The first thing is a situation he cannot control. Like a spider hates having its well-placed web torn by things it cannot eat, Mori hates when a situation comes out of his immediate control. However, he would usually immediately remove from himself such a situation immediately rather than face it head on.
Although he gets along well with people, there are certain lines that he would prefer the world would never cross. If someone seems to approach such a line, he has a tendency to become extremely avoidant of that person or he would simply change the conversation. Sharply. One of these lines involves his dollhood. He cannot stand being accused of being not a doll. He is a doll and he demands that that fact is not to be questions. Also about his dollhood, he despises when other people touch his dolls. He absolutely hates it.
When it comes to morals and ethics, Mori doesn't seem to have any skewed thoughts of what is right and wrong. He understands well what is right and wrong. however, he does little to do what is right and what is wrong. It seems as if that, even though he knows what he does may be wrong, he feels that he can do nothing to change the terrible situations people find themselves in and there is nothing he can do to change world.
Other than that, he comes off as a very pleasant, peaceful person of which one can easily confide to and yet have the strange feeling of never being confided in. Mori's only people he considers to be close to him are his dolls. As long as he has dolls, he can be happy. As long as he can live his lies, everything else can fall into place.
History:
Mori was born with a short, human name. It was a game with no shine. It was a.... a name as flawed as humans were. Mark was his cursed name. He had no last name. His mother had given birth to him when she was forced to take leave of her job as a whore when the beatings to kill him and the horrible tasting herbs didn't force him out to die. When he was born his mother used him as an excuse to get out of her 'job'.. in other words, he grew up in a whorehouse.
Little Mark knew quickly when to leave. At the young age of two he had become an expert in hiding and being invisible when it was not convenient for him to be seen. He was also no stranger to nudity, sex, and creaking noises deep into the night. He had no bed to sleep on, little as food or payment. At first he would clean the sheets, doing laundry by hand and trying to ignore the blood and sweat and other liquids he washed away.
However, when he became old enough to be sold, he was given to a rich old man who had very many screws loose. What happened in that part of his life would never be mentioned by him. He was constantly drilled into that he would become the perfect doll in that torture house of a mansion. From this place did he learn to hide inside of himself, restrain all emotion and to be numb to the world. He was starved and killed there when he got too old to serve the master's darker wishes.
As a spirit he was chained to this Earth, a demi-hollow. No shinigami could save him from his fate to turn into a hollow and either be eaten or eat others. When his hole ripped open, the first thing he ate was his previous master, already on his deathbed from the loud noises of monsters. Although Mori would seem to have forgotten his life as a hollow in the future, he would never forget the rage he felt when he ate the man, how their eyes met and how he saw recognition in those eyes before they flickered and died.
Almost immediately afterwards he ran into heuco mundo, a giant spider who left near-invisible strings to trap other hollow and eat them bite by bite when they couldn't fight back no matter how hard they struggled. He had no humanity within him. Occasionally he would go to the human world and eat the humans there... but they did not satisfy his eternal hunger.
Even when he reached the level of menos, he was still not at all satisfied with his hunger and he still had no sentience. All he could think of was his desire for more blood, more fighting. Occasionally he would think for himself, but only on rare occurrences where he wasn't hunting down his fellow hollow. There were rare times in this state where he thought to himself. In those times, he didn't know who he was. He would look around in a confused daze, being spared only a few seconds of humanity before the hunger grabbed him and threw him to the darkness of nonexistence.
It did not take long for him to become adjucas. When he did change back, his form was sleeker and smaller than his original hollow form, although the general shape hadn't changed. He was more nimble on his legs. However, that was not the only difference. He could think for himself now... and it was then he began to soul search. He was given but one tiny shred of memory to hang onto.
The young adjucas could only remember being held down and chained with threads poking in and out of his skin, led by a dark hand. The world fuzzed at the edges, something he would later recognize as tears of either pain or sorrow... or something else. Most importantly, he remembered the desire. He wanted to be... something. Inside of him there was a desire so strong that it overpowered the pain and the humiliation. But... what was it?
As he came across a kill, young unnamed Mori thought of something. He didn't quite know what it was at the time, but instead of eating this meal, he took a piece of skin and began to play with it. Using flesh he carved out and mask fragments for support, he made, clumsily, his first ever doll. It was then did the seeds of his obsession begin.
Using a fang of his own and threads from his silk, he would take pieces of hollow's skin and flesh and stitch them all together to form deformed dolls. He would leave the dolls simply lying around as he wandered from place to place; they served as a warning to anyone who stumbled across them. He used the dolls as a self-meditation... to discover who he was and fill the black hole in his memory and sense of self. He was missing something from his life as a hollow and he used the dolls he made to search into himself.
He traveled and wandered peacefully as an adjucas most of his time, eating only when he needed parts for his dolls. As he and whatever doll he made grew in concentration and he made more and more intricate dolls, he hadn't realized it but in his intensity he had developed being able to place his spiritual energy in his dolls, a process he would only realize when he attempted to defend himself and the one doll he was making was thrown towards the hollow as an attempt of surprise. Instead of simply hitting the hollow and falling uselessly to the floor, the doll exploded in a burst of reiatsu strong enough to severely startle it.
Ever since then, he would carry whatever dolls he made on his back, constantly editing and perfecting them and at the same time placing more and more reiatsu in them. He would sit on the sands and look up at the stars, before staring back down at whatever doll he was working on and use his dexterous claws to work on the young girl or boy or beast with a gentleness that could be compared to a mother crocodile carrying young in her mouth. If he ever got frustrated, he would use more strength than he should and the doll would be ruined. If he ever felt tense, he would slip and slash the toy wide open. If he felt happy, he would forget to stitch adequately and some stuffing would fall out. He had to remain focused and to shove all his worried, doubts, fears and hopes and reduce himself to focus all of his concentration on every stitch.
However, as an adjucas he always had a problem in being able to carry his toys. Mori could only carry so many at a time on his back... sometimes he would have to leave a few dolls behind, which made him feel a sense of loss.. as if he was abandoning a good friend to die. He began to seek a place where he could stay forever and keep his dolls forever. When he came to the menos forests where he once lived himself, he came across a small cave. He stayed for many, many years in that cave, so focused on making dolls that he only ate for supplies. He would lay web traps near his home, sensing vibrations in his webs to indicate when a meal was coming.
It was not hard to become an arrancar for him. With his constant soul searching, he found the desire to become less monstrous and more like the strange dolls he made. With some courage and a lot of inner strength, he ripped off his own mask alone on the sands and became an arrancar.
When that happened, Mori began to feel restless in the small cave he called home. It was not so difficult for him to make dolls anymore... and not only that, but every time he tried to rest, he was plagued with nightmares. Constant flashes of memories struck him, giving him an almost permanent headache. He remembered more things now, of his past. Though they were just fragments of his lfe before, he could recollect what he so badly desired.
Becoming the perfect doll. He looked at his hands, his body. He was just like a doll. A perfect doll. It was time for him to leave this place. However, Mori could not bring the piles on piles of dolls he had collected over the years. Instead, he grabbed what he could and climbed his way onto the white sands once more.
It was then that he noticed a castle of white upon the sands. He cradled the few dolls he could carry with him as well as his blade and began to walk towards the building. While he walked, he gave himself a new name, one that would fit the perfect doll he was.
Abilities (pre resurrecction ):
As stated before, he can place his reiatsu in his dolls. When filled adequately and thrown with enough force, his dolls can explode on contact with a flash of reiatsu that is very easily detectable. However, he has no other abilities other than the usual hollow ones when he is not in his released form.
Additional Info:
Mori always carries at least two dolls with him at all times. He converses with them like anyone else would converse with another person.
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
Mori's blade looks quite strange. The blade itself is a small tanto(dagger), easily hidden in his clothing. The hilt and sheathe, however, look like a small fan that is closed, not at all a deadly weapon.
Resurrecctión
The Curtains shall Rise, Cabecilla...
Armor/ Appearance:
Mori looks completely different from his usual state. He retains all his limbs and his body itself doesn't change, but he gets an added eight limbs as spider's legs. Also behind him is a spider's abdomen and on his head sits a helmet that looks eerily like a spider's head, the talons closely above his eyes. The spider itself is white and it seems to envelop him.
Abilities:
He battles in what he calls Acts. Every act is a play on his ability.
The first Act involves him speeding around, but for what reason? Well, all the legs and the abdomen leave in their wake a single strand of spider's silk each. These strands are then placed wherever he goes, forming a stage for the next act. In this first phase of battle he throws bala and cero as he runs around. His threads, like most spider's webbing, is nearly invisible. However, it is much stronger than spider's webbing, made for catching hollow rather than insects.
The second Act is typically the one that ends battles. Having set his trap, the target now has to fight him in a web where every step could run the target to a sticky strand. The more struggling done means the more strange run into. Trapped like this, most targets don't stand a chance against whatever finishing blow he may deliver. However, his webbing is not invincible; with enough power one can blast cero, kido, or anything else and ruin his intricate trap... if one can tell where the webbing is. In this act he tends to taunt and tease, walking around pleasantly in the places that have the most webbing and having his spider's legs leave more threads wherever he goes.
His final Act is deadly. Taking spiritual energy from whatever dolls he has left and using his own spiritual energy, he sends a deadly blast of power throughout his entire web. To contact it would mean to be filled with so much spiritual energy in one go that it would mean death. Those who are stronger than him can resist his attempts to shove spiritual power into them, but weaker creatures stand little chance.
However, as a consequence of his final act, his web is destroyed and he no longer has any reiatsu to fight with. In fact, he drains himself of so much he instantly falls out of his released state and becomes close to death. It is a powerful attack with near-suicidal effects.
Hollow Techniques
Garganta
Mori has a very peaceful looking garganta, albeit it seems to be quite small and fits only him. He uses it constantly on regular trips to the human world to find clues of his past (and hunt for supplies for his doll-making obsession).
Pesquisa
His sensitivity to reiatsu is as precise as the process he uses to put his spiritual energy into dolls. Unlike others, however, it is not used like an echo but rather reiatsu affects the air and such changes are easily picked up by one who has spent over a century tugging at webs and feeling for the vibrations of close hollow and those trapped in his webbing.
Hierro
Aaaah, his downfall. He has weak hierro, too weak to be considered of normal numeros power. He can be cut easily as any other hollow.
Sonido
Quick and agile, such a speed is regular for him. His speed rivals Espada to make up for the lack of heirro. Quite happily, he travels at speeds that would make a falcon's dive look slow.
Cero and Bala
In resureccion form, his dolls can also use cero and bala, although they are significantly weaker than Mori's. Mori's ceros and balas are quick, though they are weaker than expected but are not to be underestimated. He can spam ceros very quickly and balas even quicker. However, he tend to use balas as warning shots when he is not in his released state.
Regeneration
Because of the lack of spiritual power he keeps in his body, he is relatively slow to regenate anything at all. Usually, whenever he had a major wound, it would take him a while to recover. If he needs to stop losing blood, he simply sews the injury shut until he can take some time off to heal. However, in a pinch he can use the reiatsu he stores in his dolls to give him a small boost.
Additional
Other Characters:
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Roleplay Sample:
(This is a different character from a different Bleach roleplay)
The God and his shadow were once again in their chambers. She was sitting on her bed peacefully, watching his movements. It was not strange for the eerie silence between them now to fall upon the room. Because she was so naturally quiet, Tetsuya didn't usually have much to say to her. Why would such a god of darkness even bother trying to make conversation with the weakling that was his worshipper? Much like the God of the human world in that aspect, now that she thought of it.
However, she did have something to break the black silence between them, but she didn't know how to say it. When her Lord was fighting on the battlefield just a short time ago, she was left to defend herself against the hollow that had revolted and attacked from the inside. Except, she found she couldn't fight at all. She was too weak to... if it wasn't for Seon, she would've been eaten that day. Her Lord would be very disappointed if he knew.
But if she didn't tell him, then her request wouldn't be ignored entirely. She had to ask him or else the same situation may happen again and this time Seon might not be there to save her. Letting out a silent sigh, she gathered up her courage to talk to her Lord of her small, easily rejected request.
"Mmm...My Lord..." She began, hesitance laden in her voice. "I... I...Cannot defend myself with.... with..." She pulled out her sword. "...this blade." But of course, that much was already agreed upon by both of them. She could not fight. She didn't even know how to begin a fight. It did not come naturally to her like it came to most hollow. It was simply a fact that she had to live with.
"Could... My Lord... teach me?" She asked now, her hands clasped together as if in prayer and looking to him with hope and at the same time with anxiety.
