Post by Tagz on Oct 10, 2008 21:04:48 GMT -4
Arrancar
General Info
Name:
Originally: Kihara Tenhari
Currently: Gramica [Gra•Mee•Sah] (roll tongue on "R")
Gender:
Female
Age:
347
(Appears to be in her early twenties)
Ranking:
Espada
Number:
Cinco (Five)
Base Type:
Adjuchas
Physical Description:
Gramica stands at about five feet and seven inches. She weighs around 130lbs. However, despite her light weight, she is quite sturdy. She is also flexible and incredibly agile on top of that. She allows various locks of hair to cover her forehead because she is conscientious about its size. Also, the blonde tresses of hair on the right side of her face come down, covering her right eye, and reach near the bottom of her cheek before moving off to the side, showing the remaining parts of her white hollow mask. There are two scars that are slightly protruding from under the mask that covers the majority of it. Also, there is one particular lock of hair that is much longer than the rest (as seen in pic). It is at the front of the locks covering that side of her face and extends way down, just past her collar bone. The rest of her hair stretches down and is tied back with a long white ribbon running down to the end of her long ponytail, leaving only a small tuft of hair and the end. The ponytail itself runs down along her spine and reaches down to the back of her hip. She also has bangs on her left side that reach down to about shoulder length. It only covers her left ear and frames her face. Her eyes are a bright green. Both her hair color and her eye color are inherited from her father. However, her incredibly tan skin tone comes from her mother.
Gramica has one purple tattoo that starts as a circle on her right shoulder and reaches up to her neck. It also stretches to around the back of her neck to her left side, than extends all the way down to the palm of her left hand. Though most of the tattoo is exposed, some of it is hidden away by clothing. The parts exposed are the ones around her neck and along her left arm. She has a second tattoo, this one is black and is placed in center of her stomach. It is in the shape of a "5" and symbolizes her as the Fifth Espada. The hole signifying her as having been a hollow is in the upper right corner of her torso, parallel to her shoulder blade. Her hollow mask is broken, like all Arrancar, and the only part remaining is the part surrounding her right eye socket and her right cheek, reaching back and stopping just befor her right ear. There is a bright, glowing, green eye surrounded by darkness within the eye socket while the rest of her face seems quite normal and human-like.
Gramica wears a skin tight, white tank top. The rims of this tank top are outlined in black. The short shirt doesn’t reach down far enough to even cover her belly button, so it exposes her stomach. Over this she wears a white trench coat. This trench coat is almost always open, showing the undershirt, and waving in the wind. There is only one sleeve on this coat and it covers her right arm, leaving her left arm out in the open. It has no buttons (the reason why it's always open) and is also outlined in black, similar to her undershirt. Gramica’s pants are simply white and baggy, almost like sweatpants. The top part that wraps around her waist is tied with a black belt. These pants have no pockets and are oddly wrinkled horizontally, starting from the belt area and reaching down to the ankles. She wears a white wristband around her left arm. She also wears a white headband, but that is usually hidden behind her many locks of hair, as is her glowing right eye and the majority of her hollow mask remnants.
Personality
Gramica has developed her mother’s loudmouthed and shrewd behaviour. She is also incredibly stubborn as one may expect. She will fight to the death if she does not get her choice of a brand name cereal. She is also relentless and will make sure that she gets her way, no matter what. She gives of an air of confidence and is extremely conceited. Her arrogance comes from her unnaturally high self-esteem. She is very confident in her abilities, and in some cases, over exalts herself because of it. She is undoubtedly intelligent. She holds this in high regards as well, finding that strategic victories are more impressive and that out witting one’s opponent is greater than simply over powering them. Sometime during her life someone had told her “Talent hits a target where no one else can hit. Genius hits a target where no one else can see.”. This phrase has stuck with her throughout the centuries she has been a Hollow. She loves to quote this phrase as often as she can. Whether it’s to taunt her opponent or educate her peers, if she has the chance to slip in her favourite line without appearing as though she is trying too hard, she will do it with no hesitation.
Centuries of bloodshed and gore makes most beings at least slightly bloodthirsty. Gramica is no exception. She greatly enjoys the thrill of a good fight. However, her thirst for violence remains in check. Something within her prevents her from seeking out unnecessary battles. Though she doesn’t necessarily try to avoid them, she does refrain from going out and looking for it. She also has a sick tendency of pitting high class Menos’ against one another. Like many Hollow, she has a great disdain for Shinigami. Having fought so many they all just seem the same to her anyways. The only thing that intrigues her about a Shinigami anymore is that, like every Arrancar’s Resurrecctión, each Shinigami has his or her own unique abilities. Aside from that, they all scream the same and they all die the same.
Hmm… come to think of it ‘disdain’ is not a suitable enough adjective to describe Gramica’s feelings towards Shinigami. She loathes them with such a fiery and intense passion that it is flat out uncanny. Yet she merely dislikes humans. She doesn’t despise them, she doesn’t loathe them… she just doesn't like them. They are too feeble and fragile and need to be taken with care. The vast majority of them fall susceptible to even the weakest Hollows. Now that is just pathetic, just like those mindless Hollows were. Even the human’s were more intellectual than they were. Such unintelligent beings were below the very creatures they were devouring. It’s sickening. Even the brighter of the Hollows are slaves to their hunger. As sad as that was, the saddest thing of all was that once these beasts reached the highest level possible, they were still nothing but a band of barely professional murderers. The bulk of her fellow Espada, the epitome of Hollows, thought of nothing but killing. They would even kill off they’re own subordinates. How barbaric…
However, when it comes to her relationship with others, Gramica always has her hot-headed and brash persona flowing from her like a river from a stream. She speaks in an arrogant tone. Yet, those closest to her catch glimpses of her soft side every now and again. Despite her hollow nature or her Arrancar status, she is quite friendly to a select few. Also, her love of the Real World never changed. She still prefers it over the dull and dreary skies of Hueco Mundo any day. She’d go there any chance she could get. Her favourite place of all is her old hometown, Karakura Town. She loves the bright sunny days in the Real World. In her eyes, Hueco Mundo is much too dark and depressing and Las Noches is much too artificial. She enjoys all the little things in the Real World, the TV that they watch, the way they spend their days. The most surprising thing to her is that she misses going to school. The thing she hated the most as a child is now what she misses the most.
History:
Peering into the heart
Gramica was born as a single child under the name Kihara Tenhari. Her father died before she was born so she was raised by her mother until she was three. Then her mother died as well so she was sent to live with her father's sister. While her mother was a live, despite her young age, she tried to imitate her headstrong behavior. Though she did manage to copy it, it wasn’t sincere. As much as she hated to admit it, Tenhari was fearful and shy by nature. However, her mother died when she was only three-years-old. However, her aunt was extremely nice and took care of her as if she were her own daughter. She had the exact same attitude and personality as her mother had, or at least what she remembered her as.
Life is Filled with Scary Things
As a little girl Tenhari was afraid of just about everything. Her biggest fears were of blood and the darkness. Because of this, she didn’t play with the other children as often because she feared being hurt. She wasn’t as sociable as her mother would have liked her to be, but she did have a few friends. However, the few friends she had kept there distance because she would randomly start speaking to herself. Though they thought she was crazy, this was untrue. Since the age of five she had been plagued by spirits of the deceased. To make things worst, they had told her stories of their deaths which caused her to become even more fearful. Luckily, she did have one close friend. Her name was Subaiya and she was her best friend. And like Tenhari, Subaiya could see the souls of the recently deceased. The two were always together and completely inseparable. They usually played board games so that Tenhari would feel safe playing. Tenhari was very thankful to have such a good friend. That is, until the unthinkable happened. The two were in grade seven when Tenhari they had their first encounter with a Hollow.
It was late at night and they were in a library. They had stayed back to finish a project that had been due the day before. Subaiya was lazy and easily distracted so Tenhari was constantly trying to keep her focused. It was around eleven o’clock when they finally finished and headed home. Subaiya was chatty as usual, as was Tenhari. They were walking down a street when they heard a spine tingling screech. They had no clue what it was. But then, a little girl, probably less then ten years of age, ran out of an alleyway, crying. Tenhari was shocked and motionless as the outgoing and lighthearted Subaiya ran towards the crying child’s aid. Tenhari was frozen in place as a beast popped out of the alley behind her. The creature was around fifteen feet in height and was down right the scariest thing the incredibly fearful girl had every seen. Subaiya on the other hand was brave. She grabbed the little girl and tried to outrun the beast, heading back in Tenhari’s direction. She was screaming to the girl to get moving, but Tenhari couldn’t hear. She had locked eyes with the monster and was terrified. Subaiya knew she couldn’t carry the little girl and Tenhari, but she wouldn’t leave her best friend alone with a beast like that. She did the only thing she thought she could do and put the little girl down, instructing her to run as far as she could.
The little girl now gone, the Hollow simply looked down at the two, annoyance written across his face. Then it moved in to strike, but before it could, blood suddenly spurted from the creature. The blood seemed to come from a vertical slash starting from between his legs to the top of its head. A shocked look suddenly stricken across its ugly face, the creature let out the same bone chilling scream it did before and slowly vanished from existence. The two girls stared on in amazement. They didn’t even see their savior; they just saw their life flash before their eyes. Once the creature was gone, a wave of relief hit them like a tsunami.
Loss in their Family
Tenhari and Subaiya remained close friends even in high school. They were also troublemakers. When they were younger they caused a minor ruckus and annoyed the hell out of their teachers. However now, they were both grade twelve. It was their final year of high school and they were excited about graduating. Yet still, they managed to cause problems for their teachers. Both students had high grades, despite the fact that they were kicked out of their classes almost every period. Tenhari and Subaiya would constantly ditch class. When they did this they were usually found on the rooftops somewhere lighting a cigarette with a group of other students their age. Her constant bad behavior reports always managed to infuriate her aunt in new ways.
One on occasion, Tenhari’s aunt had instructed her to go out and buy some milk since they had run out. The store was three blocks away and Subaiya had always lived next door. Though it was late at night, she didn’t hesitate to call her friend and ask that she make the trip with her.
The two were walking down the empty street of their hometown when they heard a sound that had been reduced to nothing more than a repressed memory. It was the eerie sound that a hollow makes. Once again, Tenhari was frozen with fear. Subaiya on the other hand had the sensibility to run, and the loyalty to grab the girls hand and force her to come with her. The moment they turned the corner, the very creature they were running from fell from the sky and landed right in front of them. Both girls fell back, and now, even Subaiya didn’t have the courage to run. Somehow, Tenhari did. Somehow, Tenhari had mustered up the courage to rise to her feet, turn away from the creature, and run as fast as she possibly could, but unlike Subaiya, she did not have the loyalty to bring her best friend along with her. Unfortunately for her, the hollow that stood before them loved a chase, so he let the girl sitting on the floor go free and set his sights on the teenager that was trying to make a break for it. Though, it wasn't like it had helped sway his decision on which girl to go after. He already had his mind made up. Tenhari had significantly more spiritual energy than her friend, which made her the tastier snack.
The hollow didn’t get to enjoy the chase for long. It lasted no more than ten seconds. After that time period he had the girl squirming in his massive hands. Tenhari was begging and praying that she’d luck out and blood would randomly spurt out from this beast as well. She had no such luck…
Tenhari suddenly blacked out. She had no idea what was going on, but the moment her vision came back, she was sitting right beside her body with a severed chain attached to her chest. The hollow came in to kill her when she turned her body to jump out the way. The hollows claws accidentally gripped into one of the loops in her chain and pulled the entire chain off, leaving a black hole of nothingness in the center of her torso. She screamed a loud cry of pain. In her entire life she had never felt something that came close to the amount of pain she was in at that very moment. Reiatsu began flowing wildly around her and in one big explosion she was gone. The hollow was angry that he hadn’t listened to his mother who had told him not to play with his food. He never listened to her when he was alive, and wasn’t listening now as a hollow. How pitiful.
Surrounded by Darkness
Tenhari became a hollow. She had hoofs for hands and clawed toes that were similar to hands. She had a white mask and was almost always giggling. She had two beady white eyes pocking out of the eye sockets in her mask.
Tenhari was now a hollow and dwelled within Hueco Mundo. It was a dark and eerie place, but Tenhari was a different person. Her frame of mind had become distorted. Though she still kept a small amount of fear in her heart, it was miniscule and, for the majority of her Hollow life, went unnoticed. She had become ruthless and cold. But still, she preferred the bright lights of the real world over the dark and silent Hueco Mundo.
On one of her many trips to the Real World, she came across a Shinigami. She was doing nothing wrong, just peacefully minding her own business eating the soul of an old man. Why was this Shinigami bothering her for? Who knows, it didn’t really matter though, he clearly wasn’t highly seated. The fact that she defeated him with such ease and that he didn’t wear the proper Shinigami uniform meant that he was a nothing more than a student. And since he had been in the Real World facing off against a real hollow, he was there for training. This meant that there was most likely a real Shinigami standing by to watch over him. Tenhari fought with the Shinigami on an even playing field, matching the man blow for blow. That is, until she stepped her game up and finished the Shinigami off. She had been holding back at first, preventing the stronger Shinigami who was masking his or her presence from intervening in their affairs. The moment she killed the Shinigami, she fled back to Hueco Mundo. Just before she entered her little portal, she felt a large amount of reiatsu suddenly come from behind a building. Thankfully Tenhari managed to safely return to Hueco Mundo before she even found out the gender of the other Shinigami.
Tenhari counted her blessings that day. She felt helpless once again. The reiatsu she felt was ridiculously high. It reminded her of the day her and her friend came across their first hollow. It reminded her of how she couldn’t move because she was so terrified. She never imagined that there were Shinigami as powerful as that. Were there hollows that powerful as well? Could hollows become that powerful? Maybe she could. Yes. That was her goal. She’d become the strongest he could possibly become.
Several years of ripping apart souls with high spiritual pressure, Tenhari came across one that looked particularly tasty. Another Hollow had the same idea. It was the soul of a little girl, but for one reason or another, this girl had amazing spiritual pressure. And to make things better, she was a sitting duck for the two to feast on. Weak and feeble, yet so delicious, the best present a Hollow could wish to get. There was just one problem. This other Hollow wasn’t to keen on sharing… and in all honesty, neither was Tenhari. The two began to squabble over who would get to devour the innocent girl’s soul, when they noticed that she had managed to make her escape while their focuses were elsewhere. This angered the both of them, and they began to fight. Tenhari soon killed the other Hollow and devoured its soul out of spite. However, it gave her a strange feeling. She felt more power from that one kill then she did one the majority of souls she had devoured in her past. With that, Tenhari began turning on her own kind.
She stopped venturing out into the Real World and remained in Hueco Mundo. She devoured the souls of other hollows, and enjoyed it. It gave her a greater feeling of power with every hollow she devoured. For a while she thought that she was different, that she was special, and that she was the only one doing this. That is, until she found two other hollows doing exactly what she was doing. She began fighting with them and noticed that, like her, they were stronger than average hollows. Tenhari managed to put two and two together and figured that eating hollow souls didn’t just give her a feeling of greater power, it truly gave it to her. However the problem on her hands was that the three that stood in front of her were all equally as powerful as her. And then, to make things worse, more hollow-eating hollows showed up to join the frenzy.
It was a battlefield, a warzone. Then, a blinding light coated the entire area. Tenhari was lost and confused. She had no idea what was going on. All of a sudden, all the hollows that were in the area had disappeared. And she seemed taller than usual. And her body felt and was much different. She was filled with the feeling of immense power, power that she had never felt before. She had become a Gillian. Tenhari let out a loud cry of triumph. She had succeeded in her goal. She was the most powerful hollow in the ever… or so she thought… but lets leave that story for another time… after all… ignorance is bliss.
Steppin’ Up
Okay… times up. Now let’s continue…
Tenhari was a Gillian. She had no idea though. She was oblivious to the rankings of hollows, even though she had been on for nearly a century and a half. She did wonder what had happened to the hollows she was facing off with moments earlier. Then again, it didn’t really matter. She had gained an immense amount of power, why ask questions? Upon attaining these powers she let out a cry of victory, but then heard a similar scream. This automatically caught her attention. Moments later, several Gillians were standing before her. They looked almost exactly the same as Tenhari. They were similar in size and body structure. But, unbeknownst to Tenhari was the fact that their masks were completely different. The Gillians in front of her all had the same shaped mask, Tenhari did not. Hers had no facial features at all, and a single, horizontal slit for her eyes to peer through. She spent less than a day with the other Gillian when she noticed a difference between her and the rest. The other Gillians were mindless zombies. She had a proper and functioning mind.
Tenhari began feeling hungry once again and decided to do the only logical thing in her mind. She’d do what she had always done. Devour the souls of hollow. But when go after the petty hollow that hadn’t even reached her level of strength? Why couldn’t she simply eat the souls of the other Gillian she was traveling with? There was no reason she couldn’t. So that was exactly what she did. She spent the next century of her life eating the souls of other Gillian. She gained more and more strength with each Gillian she devoured… that’s when it happened. She underwent yet another transformation. She became an Adjuchas. She may have decreased in size, but she greatly increased in strength.
Escaping the Forest
Despite the fact that she was much more powerful in terms of speed, intelligence, and brute strength, Tenhari’s newly transformed body was less bulky and muscular than her original hollow body. Her snout was longer and her body was much furrier and ape-like. Her eye sockets were much smaller, as were the eyes peering behind them. She was much more powerful now than she ever was. Problem was her need to feed was also much stronger than it ever was.
She finally figured out how to leave the dark forest and move to higher ground. Tenhari had been an Adjuchas for three days when she finally encountered a group of hollows similar to her. The first was a large, snake-like creature that she killed and devoured with ease. Then, the supposed leader of the group attacked. He was much smaller than the snake-like hollow and similar in size as she was. The hollow was much more of a challenge, but ended up being swallowed up by the newly transformed Adjuchas. She glared at the remaining four hollows to see if anyone of them dared to attack her. Since none of them did, she figured that the Adjuchas she had just devoured was the strongest in the group, and by killing him, she assumed leadership of the group. For around forty years, they simply went on a killing spree, devouring any Adjuchas they just happened to come by. They did this with the sole objective being to become a Vasto Lorde.
As several more decades passed by, this objective seemed to be hopeless. The others began to question whether they were ever going to achieve this goal. They started complaining. Tenhari grew furious with each and every complaint until she finally snapped. She turned on her own comrades and devoured them. She gained more power, but it still wasn’t enough for her to become a Vasto Lorde. She had learned about Arrancars as a Gillian. She decided to skip a step. She saw become a Vasto Lorde as an impossible task and needed power. She grabbed the right side of her mask and started pulling as hard as she could. After about ten minutes of tugging, it began to crack. Then, the whole right side, along with the parts covering her entire fore head and a piece of her chin all broke off. This meant that the only parts remaining were the parts surrounding her left eye socket and cheek.
Once again, a blast of immense reiatsu emanated from the Adjuchas. Dust, sand, and debris rose up and hid her away from sight. Once her reiatsu settled and the dust cleared, a great change was noticed. Tenhari looked down at her hands, palms facing the sky. She was human again. How was this possible? She hadn’t seen her body like that for nearly three hundred years… and now she was back to normal? Sure there was a small portion of her mask remaining, but that didn’t mean anything, she was a woman again. And to make things even better, her body didn’t age, it was the same teenaged body she had when she died. This was wonderful. Who knew miracles really did happen? Minutes after her transformation, a man appeared, a real man. He also had a part of his mask remaining, but he was a man nonetheless. He instructed her to follow him, and she did without question.
Up in Las Noches
The man took Tenhari to Los Noches and sat her down, explaining to her what she was and what they were. He also asked her for her name, and instead of telling him she her name was Kihara Tenhari, she gave him a name more suitable to her abilities. She told him her name was Gramica. After a series of battles, she proved herself not Espada worthy. And so Gramica's number was assigned to her as her age. She was given the number thirteen. Also, the hole that had usually been in the center of her body was moved to the top right side of her torso, hidden by her new clothes. She also had a new sword, similar to the ones that she remembered the Shinigami that she used to encounter a couple centuries ago had, except hers didn’t have a sheath and was strapped to her side with a black belt. The Espada had managed to reinstall fear into the woman. She now avoided angering them at all costs. Gramica also worked vigorously to sharpen and hone her abilities so that one day, she two could be listed as one of the ten Espada, the strongest hollow there were.
Additional Info:
Is the daughter of Hakuyen Kisamana. Her reiatsu, when visible, appears as a yellow-green color. She is amazingly skilled in her use of Sonido and is recognized for it. Also, her Hierro is surprisingly more resilient than most.
Abilities (Pre-resurrecctión):
Great Stealth
[Gran Disimulo]
Simply enough, Gramica is able to completely mask her reiatsu. This allows her to sneak up on her prey without her reiatsu giving her way.
Scatter Shot
[Espartiro]
Outstretching her arm and opening her palm, Gramica can let out a bright, green, glowing ball of reiatsu. This ball is about the same size as a Bala shot. Upon command, Gramica can cause the ball to ‘detonate’. This causes the ball to break up into about five much smaller balls. These smaller balls are actually a narrow arrow shape. They are about four inches in diameter. At most, they are a foot apart. Though this means that most would miss, but it does increase accuracy incase her target moves. These shots are each have the strength of an actual Bala shot and instead of blowing up on contact, these balls incinerate whatever they come into contact with, this allows them to burn a hole right through their targets body. However, this does not apply to all beings. It does, however, apply to those weaker than her. As for a person of equal level, it would leave a nasty burn mark wherever it hit.
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
The blade of this Zanpakuto is pearly white in color, while the ribbon wrapping around the hilt is also white rather than red. It has no sheath and is tied to her waist with a green belt. Also, there are no designs and/or symbols marking the blade. It is white, plain and simple.
Resurrecctión
Release:
Free the Inner Guerrilla
[Gratas el Interna Guerrilla]
Armor / Appearance:
There is a smooth white carapace covering Gramica’s upper body. Starting at the base of her neck, it moves down and stops in the midsection of her bellybutton, showing the majority of the tattoo marking her as the Cinco Espada. The carapace moves down her right arm and coats it entirely, while only spiraling down the left and wrapping around the wrist leaving it, for the most part, unprotected. However, her Hierro keeps her bare skin strong. A slightly more bulky carapace covers and protects her legs and ends off in large white boots. On her left forearm, the carapace lifts off of her skin and by the time it reaches just short of her wrists, it is about an inch off her skin. It is long and rectangular and on the front there is a slit. This slit is where Gramica’s attacks are fired from. There is also a white monkey-like tail sticking out from behind her. Also, the hole in the right uppermost corner of her torso remains hidden away behind the smooth white casing. Overall, her armor is sleek and practical allowing her to move at high speeds without weighing her down.
Abilities:
Rapid Fire
[Rápido Balazo]
This ability allows Gramica to shoot light green blasts from the slit in her armor. The blast starts off as only an inch in diameter but then grows to the size of an actual Bala. It takes only a short amount of time for the blast to increase to its fullest size, this is usual when it reaches two feet away from Gramica. However, because it is more concentrated when it has a smaller surface area, it does more damage than when it enlarges. The down side to that is that when it is smaller, it is closer to Gramica who would therefore take damage along with her target. These blasts are just as strong as a Bala blast and are just as fast. However, the rate at which they’re fired off is much faster than the actual Bala shot. Gramica is able to fire twice as many blasts from the small slit than Bala shots. This means that if someone were to fire off five Bala shots in succession, Gramica would’ve been able to fire off ten. This ability can be used over a decent amount of time (Ten Posts) and can fire off around twenty to thirty blasts.
Improvised Zanpakuto
[Provisional Zanpakuto]
This creates a long blade from to extend from the slit in Gramica’s armor. It reaches up to about four feet in length. It glows brightly in a lime green colour. It is sturdy and can stand up to Captain’s Bankai. However, while this ability is in use, Gramica is unable to fire off any blasts from her weapon.
The Monkey Queen's Cero
[Monoreina Cero]
This simply creates a blast of very dark green energy out of the slit in her right arm. This blast is triple the power and quickly grows to double the size of a Cero. However, this blast moves at about half the speed of a Cero and will basically incinerate anything in its wake. This ability should not be used consecutively. Three times throughout an entire battle is Gramica's limit. Anymore than that and she shouldn't be expected to be able to stand on her own. She'll collapse from fatigue if used a fourth time, a fifth is simply impossible.
Hollow Techniques
Bala
The technique hardens the user's spiritual pressure and fires it like a bullet from their fist. Though weaker than a cero blast, it moves about twenty times faster
Cero
High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers
Garganta
It literally tears open the dimensional fabric separating the worlds, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy that must be focused and solidified to create a discernible pathway
Hierro
Hardened skin caused by the compression of spirit power. This allows Arrancar to block released Zanpakuto bare-handed, but is not impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar possess stronger skin.
Negacion
A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
Pesquisa
The ability to sense and track spiritual power
Sonido
Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
Additional
Other Characters:
Naiyashi Tayte
[Shinigami]
Squad Two / Seat Three
Hakuyen Kisamana
[Vizard]
Council Member #3
Roleplay Sample:
RPing as Hakuyen Kisamana
Kisamana sat comfortably in one of the backrooms of her convenience store. The room was small and only had space for a small, circular table with four comfortable mats placed around it. Kisa sat cross-legged, sipping a cup of a delicious tea that the adorable young boy working at her store had brewed up for her. The sounds of destruction and doom rang throughout Karakura Town; her humble little shop was no exception. The door to the room slid open with such unnecessary force that the woman simply rolled her eyes. Then, what appeared to be a four-year-old came rushing into the small room. She was panting from exhaustion as if she had just run a marathon, and she looked as though there was a stampede of wild buffalo that was about to run over her lion cub of a nephew who just so happened to be the heir to the Pride Lands. She waited for a moment so that she would be able to make her words understandable through the puffing and panting.
“Fake Blondie-sama!”
“I know…”
“There are Hollows!”
“... I know…”
“Kiyoshi and Barda are out there!”
“... I said I know…”
Kisa had sensed the presence of both her fellow councilmen’s reiatsu, despite her distance from the ongoing battle. Taking her last sip of tea, she put down the cup and rose to her feet. She then popped a small blue pill into her mouth. This pill forced her soul out of her Gigai and replaced it with a mod soul. Kisa wore the same thing same thing she did every other day. She had on a white, sleeveless shirt and baggy, black, sweat pants. Her feet were covered by wool boots, as they always were. White, stripe-like markings were visible on the top part of both sides of her cheeks, on her arm just below her shoulders, and protruding from under her shirt to the exposed part of her stomach. Her Zanpakuto was tucked neatly away in a black sheath that was lying beside her and quickly strapped to her back.
Slowly making her way out of the door and into the hall, she continued to move down the corridor until she reached the final door which lead to the public part of her quaint little store. Invisible to her terrified customers, she instructed that Ayana be put in charge for the time being. She did feel a bit of sympathy towards her customers. Though they couldn’t hear the spine-chilling shrieks of the vast amount of Hollows, they did hear the sounds of the various buildings being destroyed. However, she had her own problems to deal with. All the Hollows running around repeatedly crying out had stirred something inside her, something that hadn’t made its presence known since its humiliating defeat years ago. The great Mesu…
As she made her way down the streets, she froze in place. In her mind, it was as though she had appeared in a different realm. Luckily, she had been in this realm before. They were standing atop an ocean. However, it wasn’t the typical blue oceans one might find if they were at a beach. Nor was it clear like a glass of water. No. It was an odd, transparent, milky white color. The sky was dark blue and littered with thousands upon thousands of stars. And there was no moon to speak of whatsoever. Kisamana knew very well what was to come next. It was either her beloved Tashi or that accursed Mesuinu. The unlucky woman had come face to face with a being that she loathed since they first met. The facial features and hair looked nothing like Kisamana’s. The woman before her was a brunette with long hair. Her skin was a warm brown color and her clothing was the direct opposite of Kisa’s. She had a short, black, sleeveless shirt that couldn’t cover her stomach and white, baggy pants. Her boots were the same as Kisa’s; however, the color of the white and the tan color of the fur were reversed. Kisa could do nothing but stare at the being with extreme disgust.
“Long time no see, Kisa-chan.”
Mesu spoke in a patronizing way which fueled Kisa’s hatred towards her.
“Mesuinu… what the hell do you want from my life?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want to take it.”
“You bitch… I ain’t in the mood to kick your ass…”
“My, my. Gotten full of ourselves haven't we? Has my absence allowed you to forget how unbelievably powerful I am? Half your Bankai techniques were created by me, along with every single Hollow ability you have! You know what? I should stripe you of all bragging rights... I should take permanent control over your bo-”
Mesuinu had been cut off due to Kisa snapping back to reality. The loud screams of the Hollows were not only getting closer, but one was in fact right above her head, flying in to attack. Thanking the Hollow for allowing her to escape the clutches of that damned Hallow within her, she felt a little sorry for the flying, snake-like Hollow above. Regardless of his unintentional saving of the Vizard, it would still have to kiss the cold edge of her blade. Within the blink of an eye Kisa stood thirty feet above her original position, sword drawn and resting on her right shoulder. The Hollow had been cleaved in half and disappeared from existence. The woman let out a sigh. Then, a voice that had echoed within her mind for nearly a decade now had vowed to get another her chance to take over Kisa’s soul. Then, she was silenced and Kisa hoped that that would be the last time she would hear from the Hollow for at least a decade more.
Seeing the unfathomable amount of Hollows that were destroying the town, Kisa decided not to play around. She noticed that her two comrades both found places to sit and collect their thoughts. This suggested that they probably got in over there heads and that these Hollow shouldn’t be taken lightly. Then, one was basically b*tch-slapped with a Bala shot. Life sucks, doesn’t it? However, before she could rush to her comrade’s side, Kiyoshi had the situation handled. Then, Kiyoshi said something that confirmed her thoughts. He hinted that they should show these creatures exactly what they were. So, she decided to pull out every last trick in the book. That’s right; everything she hid up her sleeve was coming out before her part in the battle even begun. Sure it was going to drain a lot of reiatsu, but most importantly, she’ll do a great deal of damage to the vast number of Hollow in the area before she’d feel the affects. As if these beasts were begging for death, they called in for reinforcements. The sky suddenly become darker and a large mass of Hollows popped out, fresh from Hueco Mundo.
Just before she set out to attack the airborne Hollows, they were already being destroyed by the new arrivals who appeared to be oddly suited humans. It looks like they were on her side, at least, for now. The sky darkened as more decided to pop out of Hueco Mundo. On top of that, someone with more than impressive reiatsu showed up in raggedy clothing. The lower half of his masked was missing and there was a Hollow-ish hole in the middle of his chest. He was certainly not your average Hollow. To make things more difficult, the weird Hollow with the distorted face popped up behind her comrades as the more powerful pseudo-arrancar was confronting them. Both Barda and Kiyoshi seemed to have their opponents chosen already, and out of the kindness of her heart, she would not intervene unless it was absolutely necessary. The powered-up humans had the weaker Hollows handled. Kisa was sure that there was at least one more disfigured and skilled Hollow left for her to contend with. If not, then her disgust and hatred of Hollows would send her after the weak ones closest to her.
A surge of reiatsu exploded from the woman, causing the wind to pick up speed as well as dust and debris, hiding her away from view. Once the swirling wind calmed, Kisa could be seen. She no longer held a blade in her hand, oh no. And her outfit changed as well. She now wore a black, opened, leather coat that exposed her bellybutton and part of her stomach. The back had a V-shaped cut into it as well. On top of that, a white mask appeared. This mask had dark blue (almost black) lines coming in from the top and just beside the eye sockets. The mask was materialized off to the right side of her face. Her pupil and sclera were black and her iris a dark gold color. Though her hair was usually white with a slight purple hue, now, it was blonde. Her massive reiatsu would be beating down on all the weak Hollow in the area almost as if the Earth's gravity had greatly increased, signaling the arrival of the Third Councilmen of the Masked Syndicate. And she was serious to. No jokes, no witty banter, just death… well... it wouldn't really be Kisa without at least one comedic comment. Oh, but there was going to be death... and a lot of it...
“So... who wants to dance with a pretty girl?”
She spoke with a hint of cockiness.
General Info
Name:
Originally: Kihara Tenhari
Currently: Gramica [Gra•Mee•Sah] (roll tongue on "R")
Gender:
Female
Age:
347
(Appears to be in her early twenties)
Ranking:
Espada
Number:
Cinco (Five)
Base Type:
Adjuchas
Physical Description:
Gramica stands at about five feet and seven inches. She weighs around 130lbs. However, despite her light weight, she is quite sturdy. She is also flexible and incredibly agile on top of that. She allows various locks of hair to cover her forehead because she is conscientious about its size. Also, the blonde tresses of hair on the right side of her face come down, covering her right eye, and reach near the bottom of her cheek before moving off to the side, showing the remaining parts of her white hollow mask. There are two scars that are slightly protruding from under the mask that covers the majority of it. Also, there is one particular lock of hair that is much longer than the rest (as seen in pic). It is at the front of the locks covering that side of her face and extends way down, just past her collar bone. The rest of her hair stretches down and is tied back with a long white ribbon running down to the end of her long ponytail, leaving only a small tuft of hair and the end. The ponytail itself runs down along her spine and reaches down to the back of her hip. She also has bangs on her left side that reach down to about shoulder length. It only covers her left ear and frames her face. Her eyes are a bright green. Both her hair color and her eye color are inherited from her father. However, her incredibly tan skin tone comes from her mother.
Gramica has one purple tattoo that starts as a circle on her right shoulder and reaches up to her neck. It also stretches to around the back of her neck to her left side, than extends all the way down to the palm of her left hand. Though most of the tattoo is exposed, some of it is hidden away by clothing. The parts exposed are the ones around her neck and along her left arm. She has a second tattoo, this one is black and is placed in center of her stomach. It is in the shape of a "5" and symbolizes her as the Fifth Espada. The hole signifying her as having been a hollow is in the upper right corner of her torso, parallel to her shoulder blade. Her hollow mask is broken, like all Arrancar, and the only part remaining is the part surrounding her right eye socket and her right cheek, reaching back and stopping just befor her right ear. There is a bright, glowing, green eye surrounded by darkness within the eye socket while the rest of her face seems quite normal and human-like.
Gramica wears a skin tight, white tank top. The rims of this tank top are outlined in black. The short shirt doesn’t reach down far enough to even cover her belly button, so it exposes her stomach. Over this she wears a white trench coat. This trench coat is almost always open, showing the undershirt, and waving in the wind. There is only one sleeve on this coat and it covers her right arm, leaving her left arm out in the open. It has no buttons (the reason why it's always open) and is also outlined in black, similar to her undershirt. Gramica’s pants are simply white and baggy, almost like sweatpants. The top part that wraps around her waist is tied with a black belt. These pants have no pockets and are oddly wrinkled horizontally, starting from the belt area and reaching down to the ankles. She wears a white wristband around her left arm. She also wears a white headband, but that is usually hidden behind her many locks of hair, as is her glowing right eye and the majority of her hollow mask remnants.
Personality
Gramica has developed her mother’s loudmouthed and shrewd behaviour. She is also incredibly stubborn as one may expect. She will fight to the death if she does not get her choice of a brand name cereal. She is also relentless and will make sure that she gets her way, no matter what. She gives of an air of confidence and is extremely conceited. Her arrogance comes from her unnaturally high self-esteem. She is very confident in her abilities, and in some cases, over exalts herself because of it. She is undoubtedly intelligent. She holds this in high regards as well, finding that strategic victories are more impressive and that out witting one’s opponent is greater than simply over powering them. Sometime during her life someone had told her “Talent hits a target where no one else can hit. Genius hits a target where no one else can see.”. This phrase has stuck with her throughout the centuries she has been a Hollow. She loves to quote this phrase as often as she can. Whether it’s to taunt her opponent or educate her peers, if she has the chance to slip in her favourite line without appearing as though she is trying too hard, she will do it with no hesitation.
Centuries of bloodshed and gore makes most beings at least slightly bloodthirsty. Gramica is no exception. She greatly enjoys the thrill of a good fight. However, her thirst for violence remains in check. Something within her prevents her from seeking out unnecessary battles. Though she doesn’t necessarily try to avoid them, she does refrain from going out and looking for it. She also has a sick tendency of pitting high class Menos’ against one another. Like many Hollow, she has a great disdain for Shinigami. Having fought so many they all just seem the same to her anyways. The only thing that intrigues her about a Shinigami anymore is that, like every Arrancar’s Resurrecctión, each Shinigami has his or her own unique abilities. Aside from that, they all scream the same and they all die the same.
Hmm… come to think of it ‘disdain’ is not a suitable enough adjective to describe Gramica’s feelings towards Shinigami. She loathes them with such a fiery and intense passion that it is flat out uncanny. Yet she merely dislikes humans. She doesn’t despise them, she doesn’t loathe them… she just doesn't like them. They are too feeble and fragile and need to be taken with care. The vast majority of them fall susceptible to even the weakest Hollows. Now that is just pathetic, just like those mindless Hollows were. Even the human’s were more intellectual than they were. Such unintelligent beings were below the very creatures they were devouring. It’s sickening. Even the brighter of the Hollows are slaves to their hunger. As sad as that was, the saddest thing of all was that once these beasts reached the highest level possible, they were still nothing but a band of barely professional murderers. The bulk of her fellow Espada, the epitome of Hollows, thought of nothing but killing. They would even kill off they’re own subordinates. How barbaric…
However, when it comes to her relationship with others, Gramica always has her hot-headed and brash persona flowing from her like a river from a stream. She speaks in an arrogant tone. Yet, those closest to her catch glimpses of her soft side every now and again. Despite her hollow nature or her Arrancar status, she is quite friendly to a select few. Also, her love of the Real World never changed. She still prefers it over the dull and dreary skies of Hueco Mundo any day. She’d go there any chance she could get. Her favourite place of all is her old hometown, Karakura Town. She loves the bright sunny days in the Real World. In her eyes, Hueco Mundo is much too dark and depressing and Las Noches is much too artificial. She enjoys all the little things in the Real World, the TV that they watch, the way they spend their days. The most surprising thing to her is that she misses going to school. The thing she hated the most as a child is now what she misses the most.
History:
Peering into the heart
Gramica was born as a single child under the name Kihara Tenhari. Her father died before she was born so she was raised by her mother until she was three. Then her mother died as well so she was sent to live with her father's sister. While her mother was a live, despite her young age, she tried to imitate her headstrong behavior. Though she did manage to copy it, it wasn’t sincere. As much as she hated to admit it, Tenhari was fearful and shy by nature. However, her mother died when she was only three-years-old. However, her aunt was extremely nice and took care of her as if she were her own daughter. She had the exact same attitude and personality as her mother had, or at least what she remembered her as.
Life is Filled with Scary Things
As a little girl Tenhari was afraid of just about everything. Her biggest fears were of blood and the darkness. Because of this, she didn’t play with the other children as often because she feared being hurt. She wasn’t as sociable as her mother would have liked her to be, but she did have a few friends. However, the few friends she had kept there distance because she would randomly start speaking to herself. Though they thought she was crazy, this was untrue. Since the age of five she had been plagued by spirits of the deceased. To make things worst, they had told her stories of their deaths which caused her to become even more fearful. Luckily, she did have one close friend. Her name was Subaiya and she was her best friend. And like Tenhari, Subaiya could see the souls of the recently deceased. The two were always together and completely inseparable. They usually played board games so that Tenhari would feel safe playing. Tenhari was very thankful to have such a good friend. That is, until the unthinkable happened. The two were in grade seven when Tenhari they had their first encounter with a Hollow.
It was late at night and they were in a library. They had stayed back to finish a project that had been due the day before. Subaiya was lazy and easily distracted so Tenhari was constantly trying to keep her focused. It was around eleven o’clock when they finally finished and headed home. Subaiya was chatty as usual, as was Tenhari. They were walking down a street when they heard a spine tingling screech. They had no clue what it was. But then, a little girl, probably less then ten years of age, ran out of an alleyway, crying. Tenhari was shocked and motionless as the outgoing and lighthearted Subaiya ran towards the crying child’s aid. Tenhari was frozen in place as a beast popped out of the alley behind her. The creature was around fifteen feet in height and was down right the scariest thing the incredibly fearful girl had every seen. Subaiya on the other hand was brave. She grabbed the little girl and tried to outrun the beast, heading back in Tenhari’s direction. She was screaming to the girl to get moving, but Tenhari couldn’t hear. She had locked eyes with the monster and was terrified. Subaiya knew she couldn’t carry the little girl and Tenhari, but she wouldn’t leave her best friend alone with a beast like that. She did the only thing she thought she could do and put the little girl down, instructing her to run as far as she could.
The little girl now gone, the Hollow simply looked down at the two, annoyance written across his face. Then it moved in to strike, but before it could, blood suddenly spurted from the creature. The blood seemed to come from a vertical slash starting from between his legs to the top of its head. A shocked look suddenly stricken across its ugly face, the creature let out the same bone chilling scream it did before and slowly vanished from existence. The two girls stared on in amazement. They didn’t even see their savior; they just saw their life flash before their eyes. Once the creature was gone, a wave of relief hit them like a tsunami.
Loss in their Family
Tenhari and Subaiya remained close friends even in high school. They were also troublemakers. When they were younger they caused a minor ruckus and annoyed the hell out of their teachers. However now, they were both grade twelve. It was their final year of high school and they were excited about graduating. Yet still, they managed to cause problems for their teachers. Both students had high grades, despite the fact that they were kicked out of their classes almost every period. Tenhari and Subaiya would constantly ditch class. When they did this they were usually found on the rooftops somewhere lighting a cigarette with a group of other students their age. Her constant bad behavior reports always managed to infuriate her aunt in new ways.
One on occasion, Tenhari’s aunt had instructed her to go out and buy some milk since they had run out. The store was three blocks away and Subaiya had always lived next door. Though it was late at night, she didn’t hesitate to call her friend and ask that she make the trip with her.
The two were walking down the empty street of their hometown when they heard a sound that had been reduced to nothing more than a repressed memory. It was the eerie sound that a hollow makes. Once again, Tenhari was frozen with fear. Subaiya on the other hand had the sensibility to run, and the loyalty to grab the girls hand and force her to come with her. The moment they turned the corner, the very creature they were running from fell from the sky and landed right in front of them. Both girls fell back, and now, even Subaiya didn’t have the courage to run. Somehow, Tenhari did. Somehow, Tenhari had mustered up the courage to rise to her feet, turn away from the creature, and run as fast as she possibly could, but unlike Subaiya, she did not have the loyalty to bring her best friend along with her. Unfortunately for her, the hollow that stood before them loved a chase, so he let the girl sitting on the floor go free and set his sights on the teenager that was trying to make a break for it. Though, it wasn't like it had helped sway his decision on which girl to go after. He already had his mind made up. Tenhari had significantly more spiritual energy than her friend, which made her the tastier snack.
The hollow didn’t get to enjoy the chase for long. It lasted no more than ten seconds. After that time period he had the girl squirming in his massive hands. Tenhari was begging and praying that she’d luck out and blood would randomly spurt out from this beast as well. She had no such luck…
Tenhari suddenly blacked out. She had no idea what was going on, but the moment her vision came back, she was sitting right beside her body with a severed chain attached to her chest. The hollow came in to kill her when she turned her body to jump out the way. The hollows claws accidentally gripped into one of the loops in her chain and pulled the entire chain off, leaving a black hole of nothingness in the center of her torso. She screamed a loud cry of pain. In her entire life she had never felt something that came close to the amount of pain she was in at that very moment. Reiatsu began flowing wildly around her and in one big explosion she was gone. The hollow was angry that he hadn’t listened to his mother who had told him not to play with his food. He never listened to her when he was alive, and wasn’t listening now as a hollow. How pitiful.
Surrounded by Darkness
Tenhari became a hollow. She had hoofs for hands and clawed toes that were similar to hands. She had a white mask and was almost always giggling. She had two beady white eyes pocking out of the eye sockets in her mask.
Tenhari was now a hollow and dwelled within Hueco Mundo. It was a dark and eerie place, but Tenhari was a different person. Her frame of mind had become distorted. Though she still kept a small amount of fear in her heart, it was miniscule and, for the majority of her Hollow life, went unnoticed. She had become ruthless and cold. But still, she preferred the bright lights of the real world over the dark and silent Hueco Mundo.
On one of her many trips to the Real World, she came across a Shinigami. She was doing nothing wrong, just peacefully minding her own business eating the soul of an old man. Why was this Shinigami bothering her for? Who knows, it didn’t really matter though, he clearly wasn’t highly seated. The fact that she defeated him with such ease and that he didn’t wear the proper Shinigami uniform meant that he was a nothing more than a student. And since he had been in the Real World facing off against a real hollow, he was there for training. This meant that there was most likely a real Shinigami standing by to watch over him. Tenhari fought with the Shinigami on an even playing field, matching the man blow for blow. That is, until she stepped her game up and finished the Shinigami off. She had been holding back at first, preventing the stronger Shinigami who was masking his or her presence from intervening in their affairs. The moment she killed the Shinigami, she fled back to Hueco Mundo. Just before she entered her little portal, she felt a large amount of reiatsu suddenly come from behind a building. Thankfully Tenhari managed to safely return to Hueco Mundo before she even found out the gender of the other Shinigami.
Tenhari counted her blessings that day. She felt helpless once again. The reiatsu she felt was ridiculously high. It reminded her of the day her and her friend came across their first hollow. It reminded her of how she couldn’t move because she was so terrified. She never imagined that there were Shinigami as powerful as that. Were there hollows that powerful as well? Could hollows become that powerful? Maybe she could. Yes. That was her goal. She’d become the strongest he could possibly become.
Several years of ripping apart souls with high spiritual pressure, Tenhari came across one that looked particularly tasty. Another Hollow had the same idea. It was the soul of a little girl, but for one reason or another, this girl had amazing spiritual pressure. And to make things better, she was a sitting duck for the two to feast on. Weak and feeble, yet so delicious, the best present a Hollow could wish to get. There was just one problem. This other Hollow wasn’t to keen on sharing… and in all honesty, neither was Tenhari. The two began to squabble over who would get to devour the innocent girl’s soul, when they noticed that she had managed to make her escape while their focuses were elsewhere. This angered the both of them, and they began to fight. Tenhari soon killed the other Hollow and devoured its soul out of spite. However, it gave her a strange feeling. She felt more power from that one kill then she did one the majority of souls she had devoured in her past. With that, Tenhari began turning on her own kind.
She stopped venturing out into the Real World and remained in Hueco Mundo. She devoured the souls of other hollows, and enjoyed it. It gave her a greater feeling of power with every hollow she devoured. For a while she thought that she was different, that she was special, and that she was the only one doing this. That is, until she found two other hollows doing exactly what she was doing. She began fighting with them and noticed that, like her, they were stronger than average hollows. Tenhari managed to put two and two together and figured that eating hollow souls didn’t just give her a feeling of greater power, it truly gave it to her. However the problem on her hands was that the three that stood in front of her were all equally as powerful as her. And then, to make things worse, more hollow-eating hollows showed up to join the frenzy.
It was a battlefield, a warzone. Then, a blinding light coated the entire area. Tenhari was lost and confused. She had no idea what was going on. All of a sudden, all the hollows that were in the area had disappeared. And she seemed taller than usual. And her body felt and was much different. She was filled with the feeling of immense power, power that she had never felt before. She had become a Gillian. Tenhari let out a loud cry of triumph. She had succeeded in her goal. She was the most powerful hollow in the ever… or so she thought… but lets leave that story for another time… after all… ignorance is bliss.
Steppin’ Up
Okay… times up. Now let’s continue…
Tenhari was a Gillian. She had no idea though. She was oblivious to the rankings of hollows, even though she had been on for nearly a century and a half. She did wonder what had happened to the hollows she was facing off with moments earlier. Then again, it didn’t really matter. She had gained an immense amount of power, why ask questions? Upon attaining these powers she let out a cry of victory, but then heard a similar scream. This automatically caught her attention. Moments later, several Gillians were standing before her. They looked almost exactly the same as Tenhari. They were similar in size and body structure. But, unbeknownst to Tenhari was the fact that their masks were completely different. The Gillians in front of her all had the same shaped mask, Tenhari did not. Hers had no facial features at all, and a single, horizontal slit for her eyes to peer through. She spent less than a day with the other Gillian when she noticed a difference between her and the rest. The other Gillians were mindless zombies. She had a proper and functioning mind.
Tenhari began feeling hungry once again and decided to do the only logical thing in her mind. She’d do what she had always done. Devour the souls of hollow. But when go after the petty hollow that hadn’t even reached her level of strength? Why couldn’t she simply eat the souls of the other Gillian she was traveling with? There was no reason she couldn’t. So that was exactly what she did. She spent the next century of her life eating the souls of other Gillian. She gained more and more strength with each Gillian she devoured… that’s when it happened. She underwent yet another transformation. She became an Adjuchas. She may have decreased in size, but she greatly increased in strength.
Escaping the Forest
Despite the fact that she was much more powerful in terms of speed, intelligence, and brute strength, Tenhari’s newly transformed body was less bulky and muscular than her original hollow body. Her snout was longer and her body was much furrier and ape-like. Her eye sockets were much smaller, as were the eyes peering behind them. She was much more powerful now than she ever was. Problem was her need to feed was also much stronger than it ever was.
She finally figured out how to leave the dark forest and move to higher ground. Tenhari had been an Adjuchas for three days when she finally encountered a group of hollows similar to her. The first was a large, snake-like creature that she killed and devoured with ease. Then, the supposed leader of the group attacked. He was much smaller than the snake-like hollow and similar in size as she was. The hollow was much more of a challenge, but ended up being swallowed up by the newly transformed Adjuchas. She glared at the remaining four hollows to see if anyone of them dared to attack her. Since none of them did, she figured that the Adjuchas she had just devoured was the strongest in the group, and by killing him, she assumed leadership of the group. For around forty years, they simply went on a killing spree, devouring any Adjuchas they just happened to come by. They did this with the sole objective being to become a Vasto Lorde.
As several more decades passed by, this objective seemed to be hopeless. The others began to question whether they were ever going to achieve this goal. They started complaining. Tenhari grew furious with each and every complaint until she finally snapped. She turned on her own comrades and devoured them. She gained more power, but it still wasn’t enough for her to become a Vasto Lorde. She had learned about Arrancars as a Gillian. She decided to skip a step. She saw become a Vasto Lorde as an impossible task and needed power. She grabbed the right side of her mask and started pulling as hard as she could. After about ten minutes of tugging, it began to crack. Then, the whole right side, along with the parts covering her entire fore head and a piece of her chin all broke off. This meant that the only parts remaining were the parts surrounding her left eye socket and cheek.
Once again, a blast of immense reiatsu emanated from the Adjuchas. Dust, sand, and debris rose up and hid her away from sight. Once her reiatsu settled and the dust cleared, a great change was noticed. Tenhari looked down at her hands, palms facing the sky. She was human again. How was this possible? She hadn’t seen her body like that for nearly three hundred years… and now she was back to normal? Sure there was a small portion of her mask remaining, but that didn’t mean anything, she was a woman again. And to make things even better, her body didn’t age, it was the same teenaged body she had when she died. This was wonderful. Who knew miracles really did happen? Minutes after her transformation, a man appeared, a real man. He also had a part of his mask remaining, but he was a man nonetheless. He instructed her to follow him, and she did without question.
Up in Las Noches
The man took Tenhari to Los Noches and sat her down, explaining to her what she was and what they were. He also asked her for her name, and instead of telling him she her name was Kihara Tenhari, she gave him a name more suitable to her abilities. She told him her name was Gramica. After a series of battles, she proved herself not Espada worthy. And so Gramica's number was assigned to her as her age. She was given the number thirteen. Also, the hole that had usually been in the center of her body was moved to the top right side of her torso, hidden by her new clothes. She also had a new sword, similar to the ones that she remembered the Shinigami that she used to encounter a couple centuries ago had, except hers didn’t have a sheath and was strapped to her side with a black belt. The Espada had managed to reinstall fear into the woman. She now avoided angering them at all costs. Gramica also worked vigorously to sharpen and hone her abilities so that one day, she two could be listed as one of the ten Espada, the strongest hollow there were.
Additional Info:
Is the daughter of Hakuyen Kisamana. Her reiatsu, when visible, appears as a yellow-green color. She is amazingly skilled in her use of Sonido and is recognized for it. Also, her Hierro is surprisingly more resilient than most.
Abilities (Pre-resurrecctión):
Great Stealth
[Gran Disimulo]
Simply enough, Gramica is able to completely mask her reiatsu. This allows her to sneak up on her prey without her reiatsu giving her way.
Scatter Shot
[Espartiro]
Outstretching her arm and opening her palm, Gramica can let out a bright, green, glowing ball of reiatsu. This ball is about the same size as a Bala shot. Upon command, Gramica can cause the ball to ‘detonate’. This causes the ball to break up into about five much smaller balls. These smaller balls are actually a narrow arrow shape. They are about four inches in diameter. At most, they are a foot apart. Though this means that most would miss, but it does increase accuracy incase her target moves. These shots are each have the strength of an actual Bala shot and instead of blowing up on contact, these balls incinerate whatever they come into contact with, this allows them to burn a hole right through their targets body. However, this does not apply to all beings. It does, however, apply to those weaker than her. As for a person of equal level, it would leave a nasty burn mark wherever it hit.
Zanpakuto
General:
Appearance:
The blade of this Zanpakuto is pearly white in color, while the ribbon wrapping around the hilt is also white rather than red. It has no sheath and is tied to her waist with a green belt. Also, there are no designs and/or symbols marking the blade. It is white, plain and simple.
Resurrecctión
Release:
Free the Inner Guerrilla
[Gratas el Interna Guerrilla]
Armor / Appearance:
There is a smooth white carapace covering Gramica’s upper body. Starting at the base of her neck, it moves down and stops in the midsection of her bellybutton, showing the majority of the tattoo marking her as the Cinco Espada. The carapace moves down her right arm and coats it entirely, while only spiraling down the left and wrapping around the wrist leaving it, for the most part, unprotected. However, her Hierro keeps her bare skin strong. A slightly more bulky carapace covers and protects her legs and ends off in large white boots. On her left forearm, the carapace lifts off of her skin and by the time it reaches just short of her wrists, it is about an inch off her skin. It is long and rectangular and on the front there is a slit. This slit is where Gramica’s attacks are fired from. There is also a white monkey-like tail sticking out from behind her. Also, the hole in the right uppermost corner of her torso remains hidden away behind the smooth white casing. Overall, her armor is sleek and practical allowing her to move at high speeds without weighing her down.
Abilities:
Rapid Fire
[Rápido Balazo]
This ability allows Gramica to shoot light green blasts from the slit in her armor. The blast starts off as only an inch in diameter but then grows to the size of an actual Bala. It takes only a short amount of time for the blast to increase to its fullest size, this is usual when it reaches two feet away from Gramica. However, because it is more concentrated when it has a smaller surface area, it does more damage than when it enlarges. The down side to that is that when it is smaller, it is closer to Gramica who would therefore take damage along with her target. These blasts are just as strong as a Bala blast and are just as fast. However, the rate at which they’re fired off is much faster than the actual Bala shot. Gramica is able to fire twice as many blasts from the small slit than Bala shots. This means that if someone were to fire off five Bala shots in succession, Gramica would’ve been able to fire off ten. This ability can be used over a decent amount of time (Ten Posts) and can fire off around twenty to thirty blasts.
Improvised Zanpakuto
[Provisional Zanpakuto]
This creates a long blade from to extend from the slit in Gramica’s armor. It reaches up to about four feet in length. It glows brightly in a lime green colour. It is sturdy and can stand up to Captain’s Bankai. However, while this ability is in use, Gramica is unable to fire off any blasts from her weapon.
The Monkey Queen's Cero
[Monoreina Cero]
This simply creates a blast of very dark green energy out of the slit in her right arm. This blast is triple the power and quickly grows to double the size of a Cero. However, this blast moves at about half the speed of a Cero and will basically incinerate anything in its wake. This ability should not be used consecutively. Three times throughout an entire battle is Gramica's limit. Anymore than that and she shouldn't be expected to be able to stand on her own. She'll collapse from fatigue if used a fourth time, a fifth is simply impossible.
Hollow Techniques
Bala
The technique hardens the user's spiritual pressure and fires it like a bullet from their fist. Though weaker than a cero blast, it moves about twenty times faster
Cero
High-powered energy blasts that can be fired from various body parts, such as mouth, tongue, hand or fingers
Garganta
It literally tears open the dimensional fabric separating the worlds, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy that must be focused and solidified to create a discernible pathway
Hierro
Hardened skin caused by the compression of spirit power. This allows Arrancar to block released Zanpakuto bare-handed, but is not impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar possess stronger skin.
Negacion
A field that surrounds a target and pulls them towards the caster. This is often used to rescue or protect fellow Hollow
Pesquisa
The ability to sense and track spiritual power
Sonido
Allows the user to travel at incredibly high speeds for short distances, similar to flash step.
Additional
Other Characters:
Naiyashi Tayte
[Shinigami]
Squad Two / Seat Three
Hakuyen Kisamana
[Vizard]
Council Member #3
Roleplay Sample:
RPing as Hakuyen Kisamana
Kisamana sat comfortably in one of the backrooms of her convenience store. The room was small and only had space for a small, circular table with four comfortable mats placed around it. Kisa sat cross-legged, sipping a cup of a delicious tea that the adorable young boy working at her store had brewed up for her. The sounds of destruction and doom rang throughout Karakura Town; her humble little shop was no exception. The door to the room slid open with such unnecessary force that the woman simply rolled her eyes. Then, what appeared to be a four-year-old came rushing into the small room. She was panting from exhaustion as if she had just run a marathon, and she looked as though there was a stampede of wild buffalo that was about to run over her lion cub of a nephew who just so happened to be the heir to the Pride Lands. She waited for a moment so that she would be able to make her words understandable through the puffing and panting.
“Fake Blondie-sama!”
“I know…”
“There are Hollows!”
“... I know…”
“Kiyoshi and Barda are out there!”
“... I said I know…”
Kisa had sensed the presence of both her fellow councilmen’s reiatsu, despite her distance from the ongoing battle. Taking her last sip of tea, she put down the cup and rose to her feet. She then popped a small blue pill into her mouth. This pill forced her soul out of her Gigai and replaced it with a mod soul. Kisa wore the same thing same thing she did every other day. She had on a white, sleeveless shirt and baggy, black, sweat pants. Her feet were covered by wool boots, as they always were. White, stripe-like markings were visible on the top part of both sides of her cheeks, on her arm just below her shoulders, and protruding from under her shirt to the exposed part of her stomach. Her Zanpakuto was tucked neatly away in a black sheath that was lying beside her and quickly strapped to her back.
Slowly making her way out of the door and into the hall, she continued to move down the corridor until she reached the final door which lead to the public part of her quaint little store. Invisible to her terrified customers, she instructed that Ayana be put in charge for the time being. She did feel a bit of sympathy towards her customers. Though they couldn’t hear the spine-chilling shrieks of the vast amount of Hollows, they did hear the sounds of the various buildings being destroyed. However, she had her own problems to deal with. All the Hollows running around repeatedly crying out had stirred something inside her, something that hadn’t made its presence known since its humiliating defeat years ago. The great Mesu…
As she made her way down the streets, she froze in place. In her mind, it was as though she had appeared in a different realm. Luckily, she had been in this realm before. They were standing atop an ocean. However, it wasn’t the typical blue oceans one might find if they were at a beach. Nor was it clear like a glass of water. No. It was an odd, transparent, milky white color. The sky was dark blue and littered with thousands upon thousands of stars. And there was no moon to speak of whatsoever. Kisamana knew very well what was to come next. It was either her beloved Tashi or that accursed Mesuinu. The unlucky woman had come face to face with a being that she loathed since they first met. The facial features and hair looked nothing like Kisamana’s. The woman before her was a brunette with long hair. Her skin was a warm brown color and her clothing was the direct opposite of Kisa’s. She had a short, black, sleeveless shirt that couldn’t cover her stomach and white, baggy pants. Her boots were the same as Kisa’s; however, the color of the white and the tan color of the fur were reversed. Kisa could do nothing but stare at the being with extreme disgust.
“Long time no see, Kisa-chan.”
Mesu spoke in a patronizing way which fueled Kisa’s hatred towards her.
“Mesuinu… what the hell do you want from my life?”
“Isn’t it obvious? I want to take it.”
“You bitch… I ain’t in the mood to kick your ass…”
“My, my. Gotten full of ourselves haven't we? Has my absence allowed you to forget how unbelievably powerful I am? Half your Bankai techniques were created by me, along with every single Hollow ability you have! You know what? I should stripe you of all bragging rights... I should take permanent control over your bo-”
Mesuinu had been cut off due to Kisa snapping back to reality. The loud screams of the Hollows were not only getting closer, but one was in fact right above her head, flying in to attack. Thanking the Hollow for allowing her to escape the clutches of that damned Hallow within her, she felt a little sorry for the flying, snake-like Hollow above. Regardless of his unintentional saving of the Vizard, it would still have to kiss the cold edge of her blade. Within the blink of an eye Kisa stood thirty feet above her original position, sword drawn and resting on her right shoulder. The Hollow had been cleaved in half and disappeared from existence. The woman let out a sigh. Then, a voice that had echoed within her mind for nearly a decade now had vowed to get another her chance to take over Kisa’s soul. Then, she was silenced and Kisa hoped that that would be the last time she would hear from the Hollow for at least a decade more.
Seeing the unfathomable amount of Hollows that were destroying the town, Kisa decided not to play around. She noticed that her two comrades both found places to sit and collect their thoughts. This suggested that they probably got in over there heads and that these Hollow shouldn’t be taken lightly. Then, one was basically b*tch-slapped with a Bala shot. Life sucks, doesn’t it? However, before she could rush to her comrade’s side, Kiyoshi had the situation handled. Then, Kiyoshi said something that confirmed her thoughts. He hinted that they should show these creatures exactly what they were. So, she decided to pull out every last trick in the book. That’s right; everything she hid up her sleeve was coming out before her part in the battle even begun. Sure it was going to drain a lot of reiatsu, but most importantly, she’ll do a great deal of damage to the vast number of Hollow in the area before she’d feel the affects. As if these beasts were begging for death, they called in for reinforcements. The sky suddenly become darker and a large mass of Hollows popped out, fresh from Hueco Mundo.
Just before she set out to attack the airborne Hollows, they were already being destroyed by the new arrivals who appeared to be oddly suited humans. It looks like they were on her side, at least, for now. The sky darkened as more decided to pop out of Hueco Mundo. On top of that, someone with more than impressive reiatsu showed up in raggedy clothing. The lower half of his masked was missing and there was a Hollow-ish hole in the middle of his chest. He was certainly not your average Hollow. To make things more difficult, the weird Hollow with the distorted face popped up behind her comrades as the more powerful pseudo-arrancar was confronting them. Both Barda and Kiyoshi seemed to have their opponents chosen already, and out of the kindness of her heart, she would not intervene unless it was absolutely necessary. The powered-up humans had the weaker Hollows handled. Kisa was sure that there was at least one more disfigured and skilled Hollow left for her to contend with. If not, then her disgust and hatred of Hollows would send her after the weak ones closest to her.
A surge of reiatsu exploded from the woman, causing the wind to pick up speed as well as dust and debris, hiding her away from view. Once the swirling wind calmed, Kisa could be seen. She no longer held a blade in her hand, oh no. And her outfit changed as well. She now wore a black, opened, leather coat that exposed her bellybutton and part of her stomach. The back had a V-shaped cut into it as well. On top of that, a white mask appeared. This mask had dark blue (almost black) lines coming in from the top and just beside the eye sockets. The mask was materialized off to the right side of her face. Her pupil and sclera were black and her iris a dark gold color. Though her hair was usually white with a slight purple hue, now, it was blonde. Her massive reiatsu would be beating down on all the weak Hollow in the area almost as if the Earth's gravity had greatly increased, signaling the arrival of the Third Councilmen of the Masked Syndicate. And she was serious to. No jokes, no witty banter, just death… well... it wouldn't really be Kisa without at least one comedic comment. Oh, but there was going to be death... and a lot of it...
“So... who wants to dance with a pretty girl?”
She spoke with a hint of cockiness.
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