Inniúila - Ray of Fuckin' Sunshine
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Inniúila - Ray of Fuckin' Sunshine
by Inniúila Wed Oct 31, 2012 11:21 pm
Arrancar Template
Name: Inniúila Seasnáin
Nickname: Ray of Fuckin' Sunshine
Age: 521
Visual Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: Immensely colossal in personality, this extraordinary feminine soul is undeniably short in size. Having reached a maximum height of 5'2", and not growing further anytime soon, Inniúila just stands below the average size of any basic female. Even for her 'puny' size, however, she is well built in muscle, with a fairly tight six pack on her abdomen, and equipped with the perfect breast size. All that rigorous training and fighting truly paid off, that is, if she really wanted these unnecessary 'benefits'; though, such trivial 'objects of desire' she truly could care less about.
Brunette strands of hair, sometimes specified as a golden auburn while glistening in the sun, halt at the base of her slim shoulders, and at the base of her neck. Entirely optional though, Inniúila usually pulls her hair in the standard ponytail, which usually depends on the current situation or task at hand. Her deep chocolate eyes, similar coloration of the hair so casually placed on her head often turn a sparkling, and dazzling shade of auburn as well when exposed to the sun. Her alabaster exterior, at times, tends to painfully burn against the sunlight's intense rays. Despite the occasional sun 'tan', Inniúila is exceptionally beautiful; oh, what common misconceptions, if one were to look further than the silvery skin and beautiful appearance.
She is robed daily in the customary Arrancar uniform befitting for her size. On her lower right-hand back happens to be the number 1, signaling her ranking amongst the Arrancar; her hollow hole lies in the center of her abdomen, between her muscles. Placed comfortably and securely by her side is her weapon, Creachadóir, the sheath intertwined between the belt. Lastly, the remains of her mask lie against her jaw as insect-esque mandibles and the like.
Personality: Only an impassive and malicious warrior in nature, Inniúila's intentions are truly hunting down prey and devouring them to bits. She can be considered a psychopath only bent on hurting others and making their lives hell, but she does have a high amount of loyalty and respect to those who she deems worthy enough of it. Her hostile nature was birthed by her unfortunate death, but she has long thought of it as a gift. With her attention only focused on power, she can be the adversary that brings a being to his or her downfall.
Both on the battlefield and off, Inniúila flirts with the fine line of being cocky, arrogant and overconfident. Her amount of anger is immeasurable, and her rash behavior is what usually gets her in trouble with the wrong crowd. Loathing all that look down upon her only fuels her immeasurable amount of anger, causing Inniúila to lash out verbally and physically if need be against an opponent.
Inniúila usually isn't the type to make attachments, being more of a lethal and ferocious criminal. Simply not tolerant of annoyances and general frailty of nuisances, Inniúila won't hesitate to kill, and inevitably will rupture, ending with a large heated argument. Despite her rash and belligerent behavior, there are times that Inniúila will revert to the proverbial silent type. Deadly armed with a witch-like demeanor, she can prove to be quite intimidating to others. Rarely revealed, is this female's jealousy, and envy for power. Anger obscures and twists the figment of everyone's perception, everyone's opinions. Anger, resentment, are primarily her basic emotions, but even these types of demeanor are, at times, used solely as deception to an even grander dilemma; an insatiable desire and hunger for power. But 'shhh', this obstacle is unconsciously triggered by the female. Or does she choose to deny it?
Also concealed is the female's warmer nature; although cold-blooded, the Primera Espada considers her Arrancar as her family, opting to mask her concern with snide remarks, banter, and seemingly sadistic tendencies... Who would want anyone to know that they were fighting to protect a comrade, rather than to maim, decapitate and annihilate the opponent, right? To those she actually likes, she can be loud and obnoxious, but passive and content to not fight, most of the time. Her subordinates and friends lie in that category, however, her subordinates, if male, are likely to be susceptible to her 'bedroom tendencies'. Then, this side brings about a sort of possessive quality in her, and seductive control.
Likes: Sleeping; Fighting; Kurai - Friendship; Toua - Fraccion; Most Espada/Arrancar; Drinking; Games/Pranks; Solitude; Hunting/Eating; Tough/Cold Demeanor she likes to uphold; Power & Control
Dislikes: The Weak; Annoyances; General Dislike of Everyone; Shinigami/Vizard; Humans; Being looked down upon; Envy; Any form of Order/Work; Attachments
Special Characteristics: Being a natural predator, Inniúila has become rather adept at hunting -- meaning that at times, she can take a silent approach. By this definition, she has learned to successfully reach a silence with mobility that most would consider impossible. With a silent step, she makes for the perfect stealth-force leader... if there, of course, ever existed such an organization within the Espada.
Having mastered and developed fully into a world of silence, Inniúila possesses the near innate capabilities of understanding sound vibrations cast into the air, and knows how to silence her own to the most minute vibration; in more simpler terms, Inniúila can recognize the sound of one's movements. The swoosh is easily detected, and all the while she can counter almost silently. Essentially, she is walking silence... when her mouth isn't running...
She also has a high alcohol tolerance level, and would likely be considered dominant in a relationship. Inniúila wields an intelligence for hand-to-hand combat like no other, being able to switch styles, combine, and read one's movements to predict counterattacks, etc.
Despite being a brawler, she has a high intelligence, especially concerning anatomy and physiology with a 'human' body. That being said, she also holds a knowledge of pressure points, strong points, etc.
Number: Primera
Rank: Espada
History:
- The Brink of Dawn:
- The birth of an angelic child; a thing that most common people grovel at their hands and feet to partake in and experience, especially if the child they hold in their gentle hands happens to be theirs. What most citizens know is how the child will be raised and cared for, but what they don't know is the child's destined future, and untimely fate; for it is obscured by the murky clouds of tomorrow...
The little girl that came into the world took part in regular schooling like any other female, Irish child, but there was something different about the lass, and unfortunately it was too early to tell. The determined gleam in her eye told the story of it all, no one could recognize it yet.
Her gloriously brutish future grew more and more apparent with each and every passing year, and finally, when she began to reach her middle teenage years, many adults in the village found Inniúila to be determined in combat. Her parents had raised her well, of course, but she strangely enjoyed picking little quarrels, and her interest in swordsmanship only grew. So, where did she wind up in her early adulthood? In the bar, causing ruckus and worthless fights.
But, rewind for just a slight moment. Her father, and mother both realized the dangers their cocky, belligerent daughter would get herself into, and so they both invested money into combat classes. Preparation became key, and this female was surely over-prepared for the trials ahead. Her father, a military general once during his prime, taught his daughter.
Time had passed, and the young lass spent her days tormenting fellow villagers, though something was starting to twist in the village as a whole. Tired of her utter bullshit only defined by her witch-like demeanor, the citizens ended the female’s quest for dominance by ending her fragile, human life.
Death, a truly tragic ending that was fated for the belligerent bitch. Only hatred grew within her soul, and yet… speaking of which… how exactly was she still present on the earth? Just a mere soul, a wanderer that plotted revenge on the villagers in due time.
Free-roaming, what couldn't be better? For many years, which seemed like an eternity, she roamed the village, an obvious growing anger residing within her. Sure, her past fall from grace was terrible, but surely it could not be as bad as predicted?!
Inniúila's fate was an ‘upset’, and her death was the end of her human life, but when every door closes, a new one opens. The afterlife, and with such a gruesome ending, an even greater horrid path lied ahead. Her soul had undergone a transformation; from woman, to insect-esque beast... Well, say goodbye to the villagers for me!
- Times a Changing:
- Hollow.. Hollow. Hollow. Hollow. The simple thought of being free and not eternally earthbound by a chain was simply fascinating; she had the full freedom to come back and devour those who turned her into this, it wasn't a curse being a hollow, no, it was a blessing, it was as if her true spirit was incarnated into a new flesh. Despite finishing off every single inhabitant of the village, and rightfully filling her "stomach", she still felt... hungry. It was hard to describe a hunger so frightening; she had an empty, void hole on her person, and somehow, someway, her everlasting hunger seemed to originate from that.
Answers weren't there, and following it up with her brash personality, she simply sought it out, either voluntarily or involuntarily, both being guided by pure instincts. Naturally, she was adept in what she was doing; instincts alone drove her to survival, and as if it were preternatural, her hate manifested into the hunger which forced her to strike those of her kin: other Hollows. The idea of it now was 'Eat or be eaten', she had only one option, and it was the most obvious. There was always something that each soul shared, despite all odds or negligence of the matter, they all had one thing in common: the flight for power. For most being, especially Hollows, power ensured one's survival; the more powerful you are, the longer you would reign, the longer you would live, the longer that that power would act as an artificial high.
There wasn't anything to do but eat; eat, eat, eat, eat, eat, eat anything that shared a wee bit of reiatsu. Her hunger never seemed to settle down, that void never seemed to be filled; it was like a glass filled with water, though only half - was it truly half full or half empty? Besides, she wasn't nearly anywhere there. Predation became the only means of acquiring power, her insect-esque body and disheartening instincts gave her an upper hand in, what appeared to be, a never ending race of the fittest.
- A Little About Inniúila:
- In all reality, there was only so much a person could consume before experiencing such a drastic change, in this case, the former hollow that was, turned to something even more vicious, something even more cunning - her hate was manifesting in ways so... interesting. The collaboration which she joined seem to be a network of thousands of souls, each one indecisively attacking one another in being the top of an internal struggle. 'Destiny' didn't seem to end there for her; it was her who would need to take tyranny over the vessel, it was always her that would be the one who could do it - the will to survive was so strong.
An escalation of evolution would also result in a insatiable hunger, a new tier of monsters to hunt and feed upon; the first winning the skirmish always ending up taking the helm.
More, more, more, more, more!
A gluttony of such a desire was already revealed, the sheer lust for acquisition putting her into a pseudo-earthbound standstill that could only acquire divination through means of supreme control; she would become Adjuchas.
Her flesh retained most of her former shape, still mantis-like and indecisively quick.
Inniúila hadn't an idea why or how she evolved into something even more menacing, though what she could pull together was even more fascinating: if she just evolved, there would have to be another evolutionary stage, another tier which would manifest all her hate and power into one grandiose and eloquent being.. With that in mind, and primarily her motivational force, along with hunger, she pillaged past any whom crossed her path.. power was so intoxicating, and clearly, she was utterly addicted.
- The Good, The Bad, The Ugly:
- What power and hate could bring were in an immeasurable scale which, in all actuality, couldn't be described by words, only felt. The more she ate, the more this resounding feeling rushed through every cell of her body; she was growing and growing, soon, she would reach full, developed incarnation, her true self would show. A person seeking something would know how to get it, even if it were simply an intuition or blind searching, they would wind up at the end result, the intended target.
Vasto Lorde. It seemed that was what they called what she turned into. After a night, (could it even be considered such under a perpetual starry sky?), of struggling with herself, odd indeed, she progressed through the evolutionary chain and took the form of an humanoid; this was the epitome of her desires, the result of perfection and power welded by sheer hate only hers could construct.
- Final Countdown:
- Years, if not centuries passed on, and Inniúila's being only grew stronger with each relevant day. Her fight for survival had served her well, and she was beginning to think that her Vasto stature had reached limitless power… until a fateful battle ensued with another being equally as strong as her.
Vasto versus Vasto, and it appeared that Inniúila was losing the battle; perhaps grander enemies, like this ape-like creature, were stretched across the timeless, endless sands. Her drive forced her to stand above and beyond the male… though not without suffering major damage. As she struck the final blow to end the humanoid creature, it’s massive ‘hand’ tore off a great chunk of her facial mask with all his might, which caused some sort of catastrophic metamorphosis within Inniúila… at first perceived as a final death, it was later realized that it was a significantly higher stage in the hollow evolution.
Arrancar.
Several days scampered on, and luckily Inniúila was consumed in shelter during the fight, so none had luckily trespassed on her territory, except for the deceased ape. She awoke from her ‘slumber’, only to find her skin as alabaster as day, and soft… not the usual scaly feeling. Everything she noticed happened to be human, though Inniúila wouldn’t conceive of such a stupid thought. No way had she digressed! Not for nothing.
She heard a faint voice; it’s whisper echoed throughout the caverns, and her sore, seemingly fragile body yearned towards it…
Darkness consumed her vision, but luckily her unique skill lit up some pathway. She trudged on, only to discover a man, human like her, though the strongest she had ever came upon before. Though stubborn at first, Inniúila couldn’t come to terms with her transformation, more so the fact that it was for the better… but a new ranking in place as Primera Espada, whatever the fuck that meant at the time, and the countless battles shortly after, Inniúila easily scoffed at her past opinion.
To this essential day in the present, she preys on the weak and ordinary, tests her physical capabilities against the mightiest of adversaries, and vanquishes those she utterly despises. With a wild, sadistic grin, Inniúila continues her road of ultimate conquest through her 'gifted' afterlife; the one that she had started so long ago..
RP Sample:
- Just A Friendly Game Of Cat And Mouse:
- Two feet scurried almost silently along the shifting sands of Hueco Mundo; the silvery twilight of the never-fading moon allowing each grain of sand to shimmer like riches in the night. The quartz tree-peaks stood tall and each 'shrub' was scattered along the ceaseless desert, causing the figure behind the small, stealthy lower extremeties to nimbly weave out of each one's path. Although her course shifted with every 'obstacle' in her direction, the female Espada pressed forward with an unrelenting, seemingly insatiable cause.
That desperation... that urge was for the longer road to power.
This unexplainable hunger could drive anyone to madness - years upon years without the satisfaction of being full, being complete. It was a sense of imperfection, likely an absence of something good... something moral and positive; it only made sense for those criminals, murderers, negative-entities to dine in this endless hell. It was a prolonged game of survival of the fittest, and Inniúila was smack-dab in the middle. She was utterly consumed with the 'basic' need for power. Still, those leg muscles pushed her beyond Las Noches, as her sweetly-succulent lips parted to expel carbon dioxide; while her dainty-nose inhaled at a quickened pace to deliver some oxygen to the remainder of her body. Muscles of her chest and abdomen contorted and relaxed to her motions, while lithe arms followed suit with her legs, allowing the best effort of movement possible. Yellowish-brown eyes surveyed the dimly-lit landscape, ears honed in for sound, as nostrils during inspiration took whiff of any delicacy's scent.
It was normalcy... this game of cat and mouse... in such a rotten atmosphere.
Silence overtook the sands. The hunter stealthily resisted to utter a noise, but the woman's heart, at least if it were still present as an arrancar, pounded violently against her chest. Adrenaline kicked in, spiking as the flight or fight sensation took hold of her short frame like a jolt. The battle drum - her heart, faintly signaled the war about to brew; each passing moment increasing intensity, volume and frequency. Oh, she was close... The pleasurable feeling some 'throes of passion' prepared her for what was to come: blood would be spilt, a fight would ensue and she would get her daily exercise!
Checking her area, the Espada resorted to a useful tool: Pesquisa. Quietly, she exerted not physical effort, but that of a mental sort. Concentration was key, in conjunction with reading the nearby signatures of the enemy. After a brief amount of time, the female with her eyes closed, visualized a darkened area - akin to bird's eye view - lighting up occasionally with a flicker; which detected a presence nearby. Now that she had confirmed she was close, the Primera stalked onward and advanced toward a mound of sand; following the 'directions'.
Judging by her skill with Pesquisa, she could easily decipher the level this enemy nearby attained; a Vasto Lorde, no doubt! As she reached the top of the mound, she lowered her small frame so that she could cautiously peek her head up and over to catch a quick glimpse. This was an entirely different side to her - most of her allies knew she ran her mouth too much, but for her to be this silent?! It was an experience that was simply deadly.
The scorpion-esque humanoid seemingly dug at the sand, as if in search of something. Perhaps a lesser hollow managed to burrow through just in time, toward the forest of menos beneath. She observed his demeanor, stance and behavior, noting the opportune moment to strike was now; and given her higher placed position, she had the advantage.
Mounting the hill of sand with her frame bent low to the grainy-surface, the Primera slowly approached the Vasto on the other side; crouched low and moving with the help of her hands against the ever-moving surface. Nearly down on all fours, she became within pouncing reach of this creature, standing nigh-still as it obliviously resumed it's actions. Those eyes observed the prey, as the mind prepared mentally and the body primed physically to "launch".
As the humanoid attacked, the scorpion Vasto Lorde turned to face the sadistic, expert hunter, it's simplistic and miniscule life flashing before it's eyes.
Dinner was served.
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