Post by GoldenKitten on Dec 1, 2007 18:42:24 GMT -4
Arrancar
Name: Torre
Gender: Female
Age: Alive: 22 - Dead: 3 - Hollow: 911 - Arrancar: 36
Ranking: Brotherhood - Commander
Base Type: Vasto Lorde
Physical Description: Torre was definitely preserved in her prime after being returned to her original appearance after so many years as a “monster” Hollow. She was twenty-two when she died and was right in the middle of youth and growing older meaning her perfectly pristine and younger face was preserved but with the hourglass figure of a woman...without the issues old age brings. She has jet black hair which is cut shorter in the front and grows longer around the sides but still does not pass her ears (figuratively speaking, more on that in a moment), then in the back it is bundled into a single straight braided pony tail using white cloth thats ends in a big white bow at about waist length which all trails behind her when she runs. But retracing back to the ears comment for a moment, the reason I said figuratively is because she has no ears or at the very least they are hidden by the remains of her mask. She has two long white “Wings” that cover her ears and stick backwards off of her head about six inches at around a forty-five degree angle, they are straight and come to a point but bear several “grooves”, they are circular in nature where they meet her head almost like earmuffs. She has an oval face with a regular sized brow with big expressive blue eyes below, they are not crystal blue but closer to a periwinkle. With a normal nose and mouth and an overall cute look it is obvious to see why she was desirable in her human life even if she is not strikingly beautiful, she has roughly rounded edges all over and has no sharp angles to her. Her number three is small and placed gingerly on her left cheek in a elegant vine tattoo pattern. As mentioned she has a well defined figure with a moderate bust and a long structure with very long legs, she stands tall for a woman at 5'10 and even though she may be a brawler has an elegance about her movements when not having a blowout and trying to hit you with a small continent of a Zanpaktou.
However her figure is often hidden thanks to her armor making her look more bulky, unlike other Arrancar Torre does not wear a cloth outfit but instead a metallic knights armor. She wears a white cloth undershirt which cannot be seen except at her neck as it has a high turtleneck collar with several grooves that stop just below her neckline and it can also be seen around her stomach where there is a large diamond cut in her curiass that exposes the hole where her spirit chain used to be. The curiass which is completely white but with black creases has a solid metal breastplate that wraps around her chest but the bottom that drops all the way to her waist is made of black chain mail. Her arms are also cloaked in the chains though this stops at her wrist. On top of her arms she has what appears to be white leather pauldron style defenses strapped on tightly using black straps that match the chains, she also has large white gauntlets that protect her wrist but the gloves that are stitched to them are made of a tougher grayish fabric of which the fingertips have been removed to allow her better grip of weapons without forsaking her sense of touch. Hanging from her back, specifically from a small rail attached to the back of her breastplate is a long flowing black cape that has a white outline that reaches to just below her knees when standing still. Much like her arms her legs are coated in black chain mail but then at danger portions, in this case the front has the white leather plates strapped on. She also possesses a white belt battle dress which is just what it sounds like, a heavy fabric and black metal mixture short skirt with slits for movement that drops just low enough to protect modesty, the white fabric portions possesses a black thin stripe pattern while the black metal are found at the edges and give it a “sharp” or “pointy” look. The leg coverings drop into two very heavy white metal boots that are made and styled exactly like her breastplate.
Personality: The best word that can sum all of what Torre is in a single moment is, happy. Yes as hard as it is to believe Torre does not suffer from bipolar disorder, aggressive tendencies, depression, complete insanity or obsession as seems to plague every other person she knows. Instead she seems to be well and truly pleased with where she is right now and where she and her friends seem to be going. She is intelligent but not overly so and perhaps that is why she is happy, unlike other she does not over analyze a situation and just takes everything at face value without concerning herself with the little nuances that might be running it in the background. Nor does she doubt people at face value, believe they might be conniving behind her back or act in such a way herself, she treats everyone with respect and trust and expects they will do the same. This is of course a very naive look at things and makes her an easily manipulated tool but it makes her happy and so long as she is happy she can't very well complain about her situation. Torre is quite content and the biggest issue she usually stresses thought on is who she considers her closest friend. Torre does not necessarily agree with the harsh ways with which the Arrancar sometimes conduct themselves and deal with outsiders and even those on the inside but they are her brethren so she makes attempts to get along with them for the most part.
Even in battle she holds no grudges against anybody and actually has no negative feelings toward Shinigami, she even goes so far as to respect their ways. She is by far the closest thing you will find in an Arrancar to honor, she does not believe in fighting or crushing those that are obviously many times weaker than her and will completely bypass them given the chance. Neither will she attack a sick or already injured opponent, this has cost her some say within the Espada sometimes as well as the Duos position early in her Arrancar life but she does not mind, she would rather say she fought honorably and lost than to “cheat” as she would put it and gain power. She is usually seen as too kind and forgiving for an Espada and is quite lucky she has the enormous power she does keeping any would be usurpers firmly in place. In short, if the world was perfect and everyone got along Torre would be in the perfect place as she is kind to everyone and wants to help. Yes thats right, she would prefer helping to destroying even if in all honesty she is better at the latter, she might not tell anyone but she has actually fought in such a way to not put little animals in harm before. However by far her one quirk that could sink her is her refusal to consume innocent souls, she has been known to take the souls of Shinigami or draw the power from weaker Hollows but she absolutely refuses to consume weaker souls. A fact nobody will ever learn is that on more than one occasion she has guided the soul of lost children to the Shinigami or at least out of the way of her Hollow brethren. As is obvious she is very in control of her Hollow instincts nowadays and never ever lets them force her way, she forces them. Torre can of course get angry, sad or confused like any average person but she suppresses these feelings quite efficiently and they will only show if she has a particularly powerful feeling hit her.
Torre is religious in her daily routine of cleanliness and follows the motto: “A clean body and a clean mind make a clean heart”, there of course has to be irony somewhere in the fact that technically Hollows have no true heart. She has a soft spot for anything fluffy and cute so to no great surprise she has a Hollow cat named “Mr. Snugglebottoms” that has been known to wonder Las Noches and somehow with great skill not inherent in a bestial Hollow so far avoided several attempts on its life by various Numeros and one or two of the Espada, gods luck runs with it so to speak. Torre is very fond of music and has been known to install a material injector in openings to the real world when nobody is looking just so she can make an excursion to find CD's and batteries for her pilfered CD player. She also likes board games, especially Monopoly, Hangman and Battleship, she has also been known to play with cards though it is generally limited to Solitaire. Her favorite time of the year is winter, her favorite time of the day is dusk and for those reasons she hates the neutral, always dark yet completely white Hueco Mundo desert. She likes boys who are kind and friendly, she does not find the mysterious, bad boy or darker kind attractive in any manner, if anything she finds them to be sufficiently repulsive to garner her dislike and borderline annoying. That is not to say she cannot work with them as quite a few of the Numeros males fancy themselves to fit one of those categories but she feels no attraction or even kinship to them, even the Espada of this sort are allies but she has a hard time relating to them. She has strong desires to become stronger though not to beat anyone in particular and feels a draw to her past, almost wishing she could go back in time and alter it so she has an interest in reading all sorts of history books of the Arrancar, the Shinigami and the real world just so she gets a feel for the sort of world she lives in.
History: Torre was born in the early Medieval ages shortly before grand changes in history began to be made but still early enough to live in a world of ignorance. Torres name was once Claudette Emmanuel Danelvelte of a small French Village under the rule of the Melechan Royal House, there her father worked the fields, her mother the well works and she being a pretty young girl was chosen to work the kitchen of a local lord. Regardless of saying that they just worked these places though there was still no denying that by all true definition they were slaves to the Melechan. Like most children at that time Torre was separated from her parents rather early on but knowing nothing else it did not strike her as it does us now. The dark ages got their name for a reason and it was only by the grace of some luck bringer that Torre landed in the one lords castle in the entire country that preferred women his own age over younger girls. Thus aside for a few beatings at the keepers hands she made it through her life rather unscathed aside from the obvious wear and tear of toiling over the castle and kitchens cleanliness on a daily basis. Around the age of sixteen one of the elderly knights who had served under the cousin of the Melechan, the Lord of their little land, was given a grant by his Lord and retired in the same area with a good sum. One of the agreements as was often the case at the time was a bride and he chose Torre, despite the awkward situation the man named Lothaire who was nearly four times her age was not a cruel man and living under his rule proved far better than her previous home as she had far more freedom and wasn't worked to the bone as she was there. By the age of twenty she had two children, a son and a daughter who were named after their father and mother respectively. Lothaire appeased with having a son to carry on his lineage had relaxed back into a relative life of leisure in his old age though he still worked as a liaison for the local lord and as such Torre lived about as easily as anyone short of Royalty could have in those days. Toward her later years, just short of twenty three Lothaire had left home on an important mission straight to the capital of the Melechan Royal House so Torre had been left to take care of their home and children, thats when things went ugly.
As was the trend around that time people were starting to realize the injustices the royalty had put on them for so long and while they wouldn't solve the issue through the biggest bloodiest revolution for several hundred years that didn't stop them from giving it a shot before that. Lothaire had left with many of the other knights and servants to the local lord and the oppressed saw their chance and proved that given the chance they could be just as evil as the ones who had been doing the oppressing. After they took the castle quite easily since many already worked inside they sullied the conflict by inflicting all the injustices that had been placed on them for so many years and then far worse beyond those boundaries. After they had murdered, raped and pillaged their way through the upper class within the fortress they had worked their way down the list to those who had been paid and rewarded for serving the upper class, and even though Torre had never had such a privilege she and her children got lumped in with them for her being married to one. A few of the guards had escaped the castle before its halls had become flooded with the the mobbing underclass and one of them being a friend of Lothaire took it upon himself to get his family out of the crisis. He had arrived minutes before they had reached the house with torches and various sharp instruments intent on killing everyone inside, it was insanity really since anyone with a brain could have easily told that they were barely in any better a financial or social position by the size and type of house. Regardless the minds of the angry are a hard thing to sway and Torre had only just escaped by following her husbands friend as he bashed down one of the back walls and made if for the local stable where a few more of the horses who hadn't been killed in the madness were still housed. They had by some miracle actually reached the area when the mob found them again, or at least another mob found them since there were hundreds wandering the village and the countryside surrounding them. They had rushed inside but the mob had caught Torre and her son, her daughter had been ahead and she watched as the knight picked her up quickly and realizing he could do nothing he had catapulted onto one of the last standing horses and road off through the other side of the stable, trampling many in his way before he was out of sight. Torre attempted to fight and help her son who was yelling for her but she had eventually been subdued to the ground and a sharp crack against the back of her head had been the last thing she remembered...forever, or as far as life went.
She had awoken countless weeks later long after the calvary had arrived and put a bloody end to the half baked revolution. Torre had been dizzy for a while but eventually come to her senses and begun wandering about, the area had been mostly cleaned up from the conflict and men were back to tending the fields, woman wondering around carrying heavy loads, almost as if nothing had ever happened. It did not take long for Torre to figure out what had happened though as even someone like her who was relatively uneducated and shut in most of her life could put two and two together after many people ignored her outright and she eventually walked straight through a wall. She had returned to her old home to find it burned down but a new one was quickly being erected just next to it and several times she saw a new Lord making rounds about the village and meeting all the important people who had served his successor well. Lothaire was one of them, he had returned with the rest of the troops and she would go on to see her daughter reunited with him many days later. She was able to move about freely and sit in on the trials for one of the main antagonist of the revolution who had been captured alive along with many other ghost who stayed with revenge in their hearts and she grew to despise the man. Occasionally she spotted black robed figures, talking with a few of the ghost who would spare words with her she found that these figures seemed to be taking the other ghost away but to where they did not know, so Torre learned to hide whenever she “felt” one, she couldn't explain it but she got a tingling sensation whenever one was about to appear. She grew stronger in her hate of what had happened and especially over her sons fate and even when the antagonist of the events was sentenced to death and was gutted in public before burning a horrible fiery death she was not appeased. Her anger only grew strong over time and nearly sixteen years later when her daughter was over eighteen when she was set to be married, a miracle in that age, to a count no less she couldn't be happy, she could only feel rage that she could not be there. Then all there was, was rage, there was no happiness left or any other feeling for that matter and with one giant pain in her chest everything went black, and all she felt for what seemed like years was loneliness and an urge to return to the way things were before.
She had awoken in an odd place with many tall buildings and for some reason she felt close to the ground, her thoughts also seemed muddled and she could not organize them long enough to have any true feelings...we now know the time she awoke in as the 1800's and that she was now a Hollow. In truth she had been one since she had blacked out, when utter rage had absorbed her and she forsook being saved for revenge and that for over three hundred years she had been a bestial monster of instinct who through pure luck and perhaps a bit of strength had survived the onslaught of a group called the Shinigami who attacked those such as her. For now though she comforted herself over the horror when she finally realized the ugly little body she was in that crawled along the ground and would go into instinctive rages that she had no control over only to watch as it consumed actual humans, she did not have much control over her emotions but her mind knew to be appalled, scared, angry and sad. Over time though it was the actual desire not to succumb to these urges that returned complete power over to her, eventually she no longer attacked on a whim but instead only prayed on the black robed figures that came hunting her occasionally...and eventually she began to feel stronger, she didn't know what that meant exactly but she knew it was happening. Like before she began to feel pain, but this time she knew what was happening and this time she stayed in control, she became immensely powerful compared to the other ugly little creatures similar to herself that wandered the world and she learned to travel through some odd gate into a world of white sand where she learned quickly that she was relatively safe if she ever felt weakened. She returned to the real world with renewed vigor and began hunting down members of her own kind, the Hollows and protecting the young defenseless souls she found of which there were many. She was still attacked by the black robed figures and though she was beginning to understand their place in the world she could not let them interfere with her mission and so fought them, and consumed them and grew in strength, odd that a desire that no other Hollow might ever have had was the very thing that drove her to gain such unnatural strength. Eventually it became obvious that she was becoming well known among their kind as actual hunting parties were sent for her so much so that even she was becoming impeded by their constant attacks, even she couldn't save as many of the poor children...like her little boy, as she wanted. Eventually she realized that there was no place for her in the real world anymore, she was causing the force that kept souls in order no end of trouble and her objectives were being hurt by them, one of them had to leave and she knew the monstrosity she was, it would have to be her.
She opened a portal to the world of white sand, Hueco Mundo and disappeared for countless years till she was all but forgotten. While she was there she fed on the power that lay around her as well as slaying the countless Hollows walking the sands and stealing their power, she eventually ended up in the Menos Forest, and she only grew in strength. She continued to transform and eventually even the powerful Adjucha she would occasionally meet in the forest would run in fear, for she was strong, she was all powerful and there was nothing they could do. She wandered to the far edges of the white desert and occasionally visited the real world though there was nothing she could do for them anymore it just made her feel normal again, she at one point even breached the doorway to Soul Society itself though she did not stay...she was no longer afraid of anything and over hundreds of years had come to terms with what she was, she could still make a difference Hollow or no and the knowledge she now possessed gave her the way. During the Dark Ages she ran into many Hollows who seemed to be growing exponentially in strength. Seeing how strong others were she used the knowledge she had found in her visit to Soul Society and with complete consciousness she had forced her hand to remove her mask, eventually instinct had taken over and as she ripped it nearly clean off and its release had sent a shock wave that had toppled the sand around her into a down spiral into the caverns below. Hours later she had emerged as a full Arrancar and begun a life with renewed vigor and control. When the Arrancar again began to fall under the Royal 3 and with no where else to go where she could actually make a difference she had gone to Las Noches. With her incredible power it was a no brainer that she became a Numerous and through ceaseless struggles she pushed her way to the top, the Espada, where she sits to this day and though the world and she herself have changed, her dreams have not since her fateful death so long ago...the only question is how can she ever continue it in her current position?
General Info
Name: Torre
Gender: Female
Age: Alive: 22 - Dead: 3 - Hollow: 911 - Arrancar: 36
Ranking: Brotherhood - Commander
Base Type: Vasto Lorde
Physical Description: Torre was definitely preserved in her prime after being returned to her original appearance after so many years as a “monster” Hollow. She was twenty-two when she died and was right in the middle of youth and growing older meaning her perfectly pristine and younger face was preserved but with the hourglass figure of a woman...without the issues old age brings. She has jet black hair which is cut shorter in the front and grows longer around the sides but still does not pass her ears (figuratively speaking, more on that in a moment), then in the back it is bundled into a single straight braided pony tail using white cloth thats ends in a big white bow at about waist length which all trails behind her when she runs. But retracing back to the ears comment for a moment, the reason I said figuratively is because she has no ears or at the very least they are hidden by the remains of her mask. She has two long white “Wings” that cover her ears and stick backwards off of her head about six inches at around a forty-five degree angle, they are straight and come to a point but bear several “grooves”, they are circular in nature where they meet her head almost like earmuffs. She has an oval face with a regular sized brow with big expressive blue eyes below, they are not crystal blue but closer to a periwinkle. With a normal nose and mouth and an overall cute look it is obvious to see why she was desirable in her human life even if she is not strikingly beautiful, she has roughly rounded edges all over and has no sharp angles to her. Her number three is small and placed gingerly on her left cheek in a elegant vine tattoo pattern. As mentioned she has a well defined figure with a moderate bust and a long structure with very long legs, she stands tall for a woman at 5'10 and even though she may be a brawler has an elegance about her movements when not having a blowout and trying to hit you with a small continent of a Zanpaktou.
However her figure is often hidden thanks to her armor making her look more bulky, unlike other Arrancar Torre does not wear a cloth outfit but instead a metallic knights armor. She wears a white cloth undershirt which cannot be seen except at her neck as it has a high turtleneck collar with several grooves that stop just below her neckline and it can also be seen around her stomach where there is a large diamond cut in her curiass that exposes the hole where her spirit chain used to be. The curiass which is completely white but with black creases has a solid metal breastplate that wraps around her chest but the bottom that drops all the way to her waist is made of black chain mail. Her arms are also cloaked in the chains though this stops at her wrist. On top of her arms she has what appears to be white leather pauldron style defenses strapped on tightly using black straps that match the chains, she also has large white gauntlets that protect her wrist but the gloves that are stitched to them are made of a tougher grayish fabric of which the fingertips have been removed to allow her better grip of weapons without forsaking her sense of touch. Hanging from her back, specifically from a small rail attached to the back of her breastplate is a long flowing black cape that has a white outline that reaches to just below her knees when standing still. Much like her arms her legs are coated in black chain mail but then at danger portions, in this case the front has the white leather plates strapped on. She also possesses a white belt battle dress which is just what it sounds like, a heavy fabric and black metal mixture short skirt with slits for movement that drops just low enough to protect modesty, the white fabric portions possesses a black thin stripe pattern while the black metal are found at the edges and give it a “sharp” or “pointy” look. The leg coverings drop into two very heavy white metal boots that are made and styled exactly like her breastplate.
Personality: The best word that can sum all of what Torre is in a single moment is, happy. Yes as hard as it is to believe Torre does not suffer from bipolar disorder, aggressive tendencies, depression, complete insanity or obsession as seems to plague every other person she knows. Instead she seems to be well and truly pleased with where she is right now and where she and her friends seem to be going. She is intelligent but not overly so and perhaps that is why she is happy, unlike other she does not over analyze a situation and just takes everything at face value without concerning herself with the little nuances that might be running it in the background. Nor does she doubt people at face value, believe they might be conniving behind her back or act in such a way herself, she treats everyone with respect and trust and expects they will do the same. This is of course a very naive look at things and makes her an easily manipulated tool but it makes her happy and so long as she is happy she can't very well complain about her situation. Torre is quite content and the biggest issue she usually stresses thought on is who she considers her closest friend. Torre does not necessarily agree with the harsh ways with which the Arrancar sometimes conduct themselves and deal with outsiders and even those on the inside but they are her brethren so she makes attempts to get along with them for the most part.
Even in battle she holds no grudges against anybody and actually has no negative feelings toward Shinigami, she even goes so far as to respect their ways. She is by far the closest thing you will find in an Arrancar to honor, she does not believe in fighting or crushing those that are obviously many times weaker than her and will completely bypass them given the chance. Neither will she attack a sick or already injured opponent, this has cost her some say within the Espada sometimes as well as the Duos position early in her Arrancar life but she does not mind, she would rather say she fought honorably and lost than to “cheat” as she would put it and gain power. She is usually seen as too kind and forgiving for an Espada and is quite lucky she has the enormous power she does keeping any would be usurpers firmly in place. In short, if the world was perfect and everyone got along Torre would be in the perfect place as she is kind to everyone and wants to help. Yes thats right, she would prefer helping to destroying even if in all honesty she is better at the latter, she might not tell anyone but she has actually fought in such a way to not put little animals in harm before. However by far her one quirk that could sink her is her refusal to consume innocent souls, she has been known to take the souls of Shinigami or draw the power from weaker Hollows but she absolutely refuses to consume weaker souls. A fact nobody will ever learn is that on more than one occasion she has guided the soul of lost children to the Shinigami or at least out of the way of her Hollow brethren. As is obvious she is very in control of her Hollow instincts nowadays and never ever lets them force her way, she forces them. Torre can of course get angry, sad or confused like any average person but she suppresses these feelings quite efficiently and they will only show if she has a particularly powerful feeling hit her.
Torre is religious in her daily routine of cleanliness and follows the motto: “A clean body and a clean mind make a clean heart”, there of course has to be irony somewhere in the fact that technically Hollows have no true heart. She has a soft spot for anything fluffy and cute so to no great surprise she has a Hollow cat named “Mr. Snugglebottoms” that has been known to wonder Las Noches and somehow with great skill not inherent in a bestial Hollow so far avoided several attempts on its life by various Numeros and one or two of the Espada, gods luck runs with it so to speak. Torre is very fond of music and has been known to install a material injector in openings to the real world when nobody is looking just so she can make an excursion to find CD's and batteries for her pilfered CD player. She also likes board games, especially Monopoly, Hangman and Battleship, she has also been known to play with cards though it is generally limited to Solitaire. Her favorite time of the year is winter, her favorite time of the day is dusk and for those reasons she hates the neutral, always dark yet completely white Hueco Mundo desert. She likes boys who are kind and friendly, she does not find the mysterious, bad boy or darker kind attractive in any manner, if anything she finds them to be sufficiently repulsive to garner her dislike and borderline annoying. That is not to say she cannot work with them as quite a few of the Numeros males fancy themselves to fit one of those categories but she feels no attraction or even kinship to them, even the Espada of this sort are allies but she has a hard time relating to them. She has strong desires to become stronger though not to beat anyone in particular and feels a draw to her past, almost wishing she could go back in time and alter it so she has an interest in reading all sorts of history books of the Arrancar, the Shinigami and the real world just so she gets a feel for the sort of world she lives in.
History: Torre was born in the early Medieval ages shortly before grand changes in history began to be made but still early enough to live in a world of ignorance. Torres name was once Claudette Emmanuel Danelvelte of a small French Village under the rule of the Melechan Royal House, there her father worked the fields, her mother the well works and she being a pretty young girl was chosen to work the kitchen of a local lord. Regardless of saying that they just worked these places though there was still no denying that by all true definition they were slaves to the Melechan. Like most children at that time Torre was separated from her parents rather early on but knowing nothing else it did not strike her as it does us now. The dark ages got their name for a reason and it was only by the grace of some luck bringer that Torre landed in the one lords castle in the entire country that preferred women his own age over younger girls. Thus aside for a few beatings at the keepers hands she made it through her life rather unscathed aside from the obvious wear and tear of toiling over the castle and kitchens cleanliness on a daily basis. Around the age of sixteen one of the elderly knights who had served under the cousin of the Melechan, the Lord of their little land, was given a grant by his Lord and retired in the same area with a good sum. One of the agreements as was often the case at the time was a bride and he chose Torre, despite the awkward situation the man named Lothaire who was nearly four times her age was not a cruel man and living under his rule proved far better than her previous home as she had far more freedom and wasn't worked to the bone as she was there. By the age of twenty she had two children, a son and a daughter who were named after their father and mother respectively. Lothaire appeased with having a son to carry on his lineage had relaxed back into a relative life of leisure in his old age though he still worked as a liaison for the local lord and as such Torre lived about as easily as anyone short of Royalty could have in those days. Toward her later years, just short of twenty three Lothaire had left home on an important mission straight to the capital of the Melechan Royal House so Torre had been left to take care of their home and children, thats when things went ugly.
As was the trend around that time people were starting to realize the injustices the royalty had put on them for so long and while they wouldn't solve the issue through the biggest bloodiest revolution for several hundred years that didn't stop them from giving it a shot before that. Lothaire had left with many of the other knights and servants to the local lord and the oppressed saw their chance and proved that given the chance they could be just as evil as the ones who had been doing the oppressing. After they took the castle quite easily since many already worked inside they sullied the conflict by inflicting all the injustices that had been placed on them for so many years and then far worse beyond those boundaries. After they had murdered, raped and pillaged their way through the upper class within the fortress they had worked their way down the list to those who had been paid and rewarded for serving the upper class, and even though Torre had never had such a privilege she and her children got lumped in with them for her being married to one. A few of the guards had escaped the castle before its halls had become flooded with the the mobbing underclass and one of them being a friend of Lothaire took it upon himself to get his family out of the crisis. He had arrived minutes before they had reached the house with torches and various sharp instruments intent on killing everyone inside, it was insanity really since anyone with a brain could have easily told that they were barely in any better a financial or social position by the size and type of house. Regardless the minds of the angry are a hard thing to sway and Torre had only just escaped by following her husbands friend as he bashed down one of the back walls and made if for the local stable where a few more of the horses who hadn't been killed in the madness were still housed. They had by some miracle actually reached the area when the mob found them again, or at least another mob found them since there were hundreds wandering the village and the countryside surrounding them. They had rushed inside but the mob had caught Torre and her son, her daughter had been ahead and she watched as the knight picked her up quickly and realizing he could do nothing he had catapulted onto one of the last standing horses and road off through the other side of the stable, trampling many in his way before he was out of sight. Torre attempted to fight and help her son who was yelling for her but she had eventually been subdued to the ground and a sharp crack against the back of her head had been the last thing she remembered...forever, or as far as life went.
She had awoken countless weeks later long after the calvary had arrived and put a bloody end to the half baked revolution. Torre had been dizzy for a while but eventually come to her senses and begun wandering about, the area had been mostly cleaned up from the conflict and men were back to tending the fields, woman wondering around carrying heavy loads, almost as if nothing had ever happened. It did not take long for Torre to figure out what had happened though as even someone like her who was relatively uneducated and shut in most of her life could put two and two together after many people ignored her outright and she eventually walked straight through a wall. She had returned to her old home to find it burned down but a new one was quickly being erected just next to it and several times she saw a new Lord making rounds about the village and meeting all the important people who had served his successor well. Lothaire was one of them, he had returned with the rest of the troops and she would go on to see her daughter reunited with him many days later. She was able to move about freely and sit in on the trials for one of the main antagonist of the revolution who had been captured alive along with many other ghost who stayed with revenge in their hearts and she grew to despise the man. Occasionally she spotted black robed figures, talking with a few of the ghost who would spare words with her she found that these figures seemed to be taking the other ghost away but to where they did not know, so Torre learned to hide whenever she “felt” one, she couldn't explain it but she got a tingling sensation whenever one was about to appear. She grew stronger in her hate of what had happened and especially over her sons fate and even when the antagonist of the events was sentenced to death and was gutted in public before burning a horrible fiery death she was not appeased. Her anger only grew strong over time and nearly sixteen years later when her daughter was over eighteen when she was set to be married, a miracle in that age, to a count no less she couldn't be happy, she could only feel rage that she could not be there. Then all there was, was rage, there was no happiness left or any other feeling for that matter and with one giant pain in her chest everything went black, and all she felt for what seemed like years was loneliness and an urge to return to the way things were before.
She had awoken in an odd place with many tall buildings and for some reason she felt close to the ground, her thoughts also seemed muddled and she could not organize them long enough to have any true feelings...we now know the time she awoke in as the 1800's and that she was now a Hollow. In truth she had been one since she had blacked out, when utter rage had absorbed her and she forsook being saved for revenge and that for over three hundred years she had been a bestial monster of instinct who through pure luck and perhaps a bit of strength had survived the onslaught of a group called the Shinigami who attacked those such as her. For now though she comforted herself over the horror when she finally realized the ugly little body she was in that crawled along the ground and would go into instinctive rages that she had no control over only to watch as it consumed actual humans, she did not have much control over her emotions but her mind knew to be appalled, scared, angry and sad. Over time though it was the actual desire not to succumb to these urges that returned complete power over to her, eventually she no longer attacked on a whim but instead only prayed on the black robed figures that came hunting her occasionally...and eventually she began to feel stronger, she didn't know what that meant exactly but she knew it was happening. Like before she began to feel pain, but this time she knew what was happening and this time she stayed in control, she became immensely powerful compared to the other ugly little creatures similar to herself that wandered the world and she learned to travel through some odd gate into a world of white sand where she learned quickly that she was relatively safe if she ever felt weakened. She returned to the real world with renewed vigor and began hunting down members of her own kind, the Hollows and protecting the young defenseless souls she found of which there were many. She was still attacked by the black robed figures and though she was beginning to understand their place in the world she could not let them interfere with her mission and so fought them, and consumed them and grew in strength, odd that a desire that no other Hollow might ever have had was the very thing that drove her to gain such unnatural strength. Eventually it became obvious that she was becoming well known among their kind as actual hunting parties were sent for her so much so that even she was becoming impeded by their constant attacks, even she couldn't save as many of the poor children...like her little boy, as she wanted. Eventually she realized that there was no place for her in the real world anymore, she was causing the force that kept souls in order no end of trouble and her objectives were being hurt by them, one of them had to leave and she knew the monstrosity she was, it would have to be her.
She opened a portal to the world of white sand, Hueco Mundo and disappeared for countless years till she was all but forgotten. While she was there she fed on the power that lay around her as well as slaying the countless Hollows walking the sands and stealing their power, she eventually ended up in the Menos Forest, and she only grew in strength. She continued to transform and eventually even the powerful Adjucha she would occasionally meet in the forest would run in fear, for she was strong, she was all powerful and there was nothing they could do. She wandered to the far edges of the white desert and occasionally visited the real world though there was nothing she could do for them anymore it just made her feel normal again, she at one point even breached the doorway to Soul Society itself though she did not stay...she was no longer afraid of anything and over hundreds of years had come to terms with what she was, she could still make a difference Hollow or no and the knowledge she now possessed gave her the way. During the Dark Ages she ran into many Hollows who seemed to be growing exponentially in strength. Seeing how strong others were she used the knowledge she had found in her visit to Soul Society and with complete consciousness she had forced her hand to remove her mask, eventually instinct had taken over and as she ripped it nearly clean off and its release had sent a shock wave that had toppled the sand around her into a down spiral into the caverns below. Hours later she had emerged as a full Arrancar and begun a life with renewed vigor and control. When the Arrancar again began to fall under the Royal 3 and with no where else to go where she could actually make a difference she had gone to Las Noches. With her incredible power it was a no brainer that she became a Numerous and through ceaseless struggles she pushed her way to the top, the Espada, where she sits to this day and though the world and she herself have changed, her dreams have not since her fateful death so long ago...the only question is how can she ever continue it in her current position?