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 Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:25 am
Sousuke Aizen of Sereitei Evolving Requirements (These requirements must be solo role-played; All these separate role-plays will be within one thread; be sure to keep all of your Role-Plays obviously identified and separated. Each post will consist of a minimum of five whole sentences. Use detail and make it interesting.)
MENOS
Your characters Initial Death and Re-Birth as a Hollow: (How your character died, the reason why they where not sent to soul society by a Shinigami, and the reason they remained on Earth.) To evolve to the next stage your new hollow must begin to consume other hollows to gain more power, after they have fed they will combine their spiritual forces with other hollows to form themselves into a Gillian. After you have completed this role-play continue to the next stage. [4 posts] or [6 or more posts for Vasto Lord]
GILLIAN
Gillian are a compilation of several different hollows within one body. Except that all the hollows are competing for dominance within the mind. For many this is the biggest struggle for all hollows, and will mainly be all mental struggles. These fights for dominance within the mind will be treated much like Ichigos battles with his inner hollow, except for the part where there are hundreds of hollows to fight off… Once your character takes complete dominance of the mind the hollow will automatically evolve into a Adjuchas where they will continue to consume fellow Adjuchas rank hollows. When you have successfully evolved your character to Adjuchas and have received permission from me you may continue to RP to Vasto Lord. [5 posts] or [6 posts for Vasto Lord]
ADJUCHAS
To evolve into a Vasto Lord your character must continue to consume other Adjuchas’s and there must be an “epic” fight between your character an another extremely powerful Adjuchas (or group of them) and be victorious but completely consuming the other hollow. Once this fight is completed your character becomes completed as a Vasto Lord. [8 posts]
ARRANCAR
This RP is simple, you must have a personal RP with Aizen himself where he will force your mask removal and you will join the ranks. You may either choose a number between 21-99 (Numeros) or choose to become an already exsisting Arrancars lacky (Fraccion) by selecting a fraction number 1-99 as the top number and the bottom number being the number of your leaders number. (Example: 3/59) After your character has been reborn they will be asked their name, and will state their identity number along with their name.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:28 am
Menos:
I died.
And that was that.
I don’t think I even cared when it happened. Perhaps I did not notice. Maybe my throat was slit. Maybe I was dragged into an alley and ravaged. Maybe I choked on a French fry at some diner. Asphyxiated because none of the patrons knew the Heimlich.
Done in by a greasy tuber. It makes you wonder.
Makes you think.
Makes me hungry.
But maybe it’s not my memory—or lack thereof—that makes me ravenous.
I do remember walking away from my corpse without looking back. It’s probably why I don’t know how I died. I never bothered to look back at the carnage that might have been my mortal shell. But, like I said, it doesn’t matter, really.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:31 am
If I had known, so long ago, that walking away from my corpse would doom me to wandering, always hungry, I think I would have walked away, anyway. I like being hungry. I like feeding.
But, I don’t eat French fries, anymore. I don’t have to listen to my arteries harden from consuming all that saturated fat. I don’t think I have arteries anymore.
It took me a while to regain my form. Being a ghost is tiring, like it’s natural to want to lie down and wait. Wait for something. I don’t know what. It felt like each gust of wind was plucking at my wavering form. If I didn’t hold tightly enough, I’d be shredded by a cold blast of winter chill. I found my first meal wandering that way. He was a man who’d poisoned his wife to be with his lover. His guilt had killed him. That, and a bullet through the roof of his mouth.
He smelled delicious. I didn’t know I could taste emotions back then, but somehow, I instinctively reached for them. Pain, guilt, remorse, a healthy dose of panic. I swallowed him whole, relishing the flavors moving over my tongue. I was stronger when I was finished. The winter winds couldn’t touch me.
But I was also hungrier.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:41 am
The adulterous-suicide spirit was the first of many tasty meals. I tended to avoid the happy spirits. They tasted gooey and sweet, like banana taffy. I hate bananas, and taffy always got stuck to my teeth.
It wasn’t long until I graduated to hollows. I guess you might call it cannibalism, since I eventually realized that I, too, was a hollow, but there you are. In any case, I found that hollows had the most exquisite flavors. Their pain was sharp and real and it dulled my own.
I never did figure out why I hurt so much. Why my heart ached when all that was left of it was a gaping hole. I had long since reconciled myself to my new appearance. I was a deceptively small hollow. None of those lolling tongues or extra sets of eyes. No gleaming, oversized teeth. They say I looked like a cross between a bird of prey and an insect. Some sort of praying mantis thing.
But it was so very long ago.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:43 am
I began to wander. I left the continent of my origin, riding some steamer to another land. Almost died on that damned boat. There were no spirits, good or otherwise, and I was almost faded when it came in sight of land. I killed the second mate while he was having a nightmare. When I ate his soul, I understood why he had those nightmares. Afterwards, I was rejuvenated. Whole, again, but for the ever-present hole where my heart should have been.
It was greener here in this new land. Less civilized than the cities. Crimes were more common here, so I never lacked for food. I began to realize how strong I was becoming. How feared, even in the spirit world. I devoured the darkest souls, and their emotions augmented my already-insatiable appetite.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:46 am
All hollows have some skill. Some strange quirk of their wild power that gives them a special technique. Mine was drinking nightmares. Instinctively, I understood my victim’s pain, and it became my own. I loved the bite of those emotions. I needed that shock of feeling to convince myself that I was still real.
Seeking out that terror became my everything. My purpose. I needed it, and, in some twisted way, the darkness needed me. I could feel it yearning for me, begging for a strong container. Some entity that could contain all that terrible fear in one volatile mix.
I became that being.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:48 am
The first spirit to seek me out was a violent, powerful hollow. I was wary of his approach, crouching, tensing, waiting for the desperate struggle between us. I’d been in similar scraps, but I’d always consumed my opponent. Although this hollow had a reputation that might have rivaled my own, I counted on my abilities. I could drink nightmares, but I could also induce them, amplify the pain of my enemy.
I usually broke my victims before I ate them. Hey, a girl needs some fun now and then, right?
He surprised me, approaching me directly instead of the clichéd ambush-tactic. He wasn’t exuding his power, either. In fact, when he shuffled forwards (he had several pairs of legs) he appeared bowed. Cringing.
I was to learn that this was a sign of his respect.
I roared at him, letting him know in the customary hollow way that he was fooling no one. Instead of responding in kind, he held up his many arms in supplication, sinking into an awkward bow.
“Help,” He said, spitting the word from between massive, curved teeth. “I need you to take it away. The pain. Only you can hold it. They say you steal our nightmares away. That death, when you deliver it, is the greatest peace a hollow can know,”
I was speechless, confused. But my mouth was watering. He was brimming with delicious torment, and really, I couldn’t deny him. I drank his nightmares away.
He smiled when I swallowed his soul.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:54 am
Gillian:
I didn’t realize that the more stained the soul, the higher the chance that their consciousness would hang around in my head. By the time I noticed the unfortunate side-effect, I had eaten hundreds, perhaps thousands, of tormented souls. They had offered, and I could not have said no even if I had wished it.
I began to hear them. It gave me a monstrous headache, comparable to the monster I must have become. It was becoming harder to remember just who I was. Where did I end and those voices begin? Had I been a woman or man? Young or old? Why did my heart hurt so?
The confusion made me violent. Sometimes I would ravage my victims before I finally fed. Their pain would grow unbearably tempting as I tore them to pieces.
Then I’d feed. Oh, yes, I’d feed. Never waste a drop of pain.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:49 am
It was becoming a chore to move. Every twitch elicited a storm of complaints from half those voices that swirled around in my head. My body, once sleek, pointed, and sinuous, had grown out of proportion. It was clumsy. Slow. Massive.
I’d since retreated to the jungles of this land. Nothing came near me and none of those creeping vines which adorned the trees would touch my form. I burned. There were a thousand entities in me, attempting to force my body to move in the direction they willed.
But what was me anymore? I didn’t remember what I was, either living or the years of my death before then. I could have been anything and nothing. I was drowning. I couldn’t feed, and I felt like I was fading, breaking. Those warring spirits inside me would tear me to shreds, just as I used to destroy my victims’s bodies. Was this retribution? I wasn’t even sure all those memories were mine.
Who was I, anyway?
Who were we? That seemed more appropriate.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 11:55 am
We lay in that jungle, the vegetation shriveling around us. The collective evil we exuded seemed a natural deterrent to any plant that might think to grow within a mile radius of our great form. The mortals of the region believed the land was cursed, and we could not say they were wrong.
We were stuck. We could not go forwards or backwards. Whosever body this originally was could not disgorge us. We could only fight.
And fight we did.
There was a constant war in that shared mind. The first to be consumed were the minor entities. They couldn’t stand against the greater forms taken in by the body. The mind was bathed in blood. Hollow blood. The blood of thousands of voices, snarling and screeching and raging.
I slashed with razor-sharp claws I thought were mine. I crushed throats with strong jaws that could have been anyone’s.
We ripped.
We tore.
We bled.
We died.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 12:21 pm
And still, we survived.
Our mind was emptier, awash in blood, but emptier. More aware. Only the strongest had weathered the initial battles. Each entity—there may have been as many as ten left, or perhaps I had only been battling myself the entire time—had consumed the lower classes. Each was teetering on a greater power. All were equally eager to attain that height.
The battles were getting more violent. Two or three entities might forge a shaky alliance to destroy a greater being, only to fall to destroying each other half way through the fight. Those who endured were stronger and smarter. They chose their battles, attacked weakened victors.
I sat in the dark, licking my wounds. Another successful kill. It had been taxing on both of us. There were numerous cuts and gashes in my intangible skin, but I’d taken huge bites out of my opponent. The blood had dripped down my neck, filled my nose with its heady scent. And the pain. I drank it. For a brief moment, I thought I remembered something of what I might have been.
I liked to think my mind was becoming clearer with each kill, but then, I think I was kidding myself. I was just as lost as the others. We were sinking into this shared mind’s bottomless sea. No matter how we fought and struggled, we simply couldn’t gather enough of ourselves to leave the sucking torrent that dragged us down.
I needed someone to reach out and pull me out of that sea.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 1:41 pm
I knew what I needed, but I did not expect the aid to come. I was accustomed to fighting on my own. At least, I thought I was. It was so difficult to remember myself when it seemed natural to lie down and let the dark water close over my head.
Strong fingers grabbed my ethereal wrist. Yes. I have a wrist. That’s mine.
Mine. I have an arm attached to that wrist. I have a body. I have a me.
I breached the surface and I saw him for the first time. He was too terrible and wonderful to have been imagined. It was still dark. I was still trapped inside this body’s divided mind, but there was this other someone here with me. I quickly ruled out the possibility of his being an enemy entity. I couldn’t sense him at all. There were no emotions to taste. It was as if he didn’t feel anything.
Or maybe he wasn’t there to begin with.
“You need an anchor,” He declared emphatically. I stared at him dumbly. He was frighteningly beautiful. “Are you paying attention? If you want to come out on top, you need to find yourself an anchor. A constant. Something to hold yourself together when you start to drown,”
He also wasn’t making a bit of sense.
“Look,” His eyes flashed. They were the strangest shade of blue-black. “I’ll excuse you for your stupidity right now, but you’d better prove to me you’re smarter than this,”
The beautiful creature had just called me stupid. “I’m not stupid,” I blurted it out indignantly.
His entire face brightened. “I knew you were the right horse,” He seemed pleased with himself. “Now, listen up. You need a name, and I shall give you one. Remember it, and you remember yourself,”
In all my years, I’d never thought of a name for myself. I waited expectantly. His face was closed. Thinking.
“Jes,” He finally said, blue-black eyes twinkling. “Short. Easy. Perfect,”
“Jes,” I repeated, testing the name on my tongue. “Kinda short, don’t you think?”
“Yes. Short, but it sounds like there can be more. Like maybe you can be more,” He caught my eyes with his. “Can you be more, Jes?”
“Screw this ‘constant’ crap. Would you leave me alone?” I was getting irritated. He was teasing me.
“See you around, then…” He was fading away. “Jes,"
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 2:21 pm
My claws pierced the other hollow’s side, and hot blood poured over my arms. I lashed out with strong jaws, striking like a snake at one of the many tentacles with which I fought. With a grunt, I wrenched it out of the owner’s body. This hollow had an annoying shell that was tough to pierce. Roaring, I raked him with my claws, battering at that somehow-resilient shell. I bashed my head against it, protected by my own armor. The impacts made me dizzy. Confused. Furious.
I pounded away on my opponent, ripping and snapping and crushing. I’d utterly destroyed him before I realized he’d stopped moving. I was left with a pile of meaty, stringy, bloody things that couldn’t possibly have been another being. I howled my triumph, drinking in the blood as I normally would the pain and the fear.
My howl turned into a cracked laugh, and I was falling again.
Who was I, again?
“Hey,” That voice. I recognized it. “What’s your name?”
What was a name? A familiar hand grasped me by the jaw, forcing our eyes to meet. They were a curious shade of blue-black. I snapped at him, but he held me steady in a grip of iron.
“Hey,” He said again, snapping his fingers in my face. “None of that. What’s your anchor? Your constant? What’s your name?”
My mouth opened and closed, moving awkwardly in his iron grip. Why was I so sure I knew this? Him?
Constants. Anchors… That was familiar. Short. Easy.
“Jes,” I forced out, willing my fanged mouth to make the right sounds. “I’m Jes,”
“Good,” His face lit up, and he released my jaw. Then he was gone.
It was like that, from then on. I would fight, utterly destroying my enemies, and, in my rage, I’d lose what it meant to be a single being. I would start to fall apart all over again. I would become that horrible, conglomerate ‘we’.
Then, “What’s your name?”
“Jes,”
It became easier.
Finally, there were only two entities struggling to control our single body. I leapt at my opponent already knowing I would win. I was armed with a name. When I conquered the final hollow, my mind was quite. Yes. It was my mind. And my body. I was deep inside myself, but not falling, not sinking, not drowning. I struck for the surface, strong in my surety. I knew who I was. I knew whose body this belonged to.
Me. Jes.
I opened my body’s eyes for the first time in what might have been years. My body was different, now. Instead of that massive, clumsy thing, the power had been compacted, condensed. My form was vaguely humanoid. I had fingers for the first time in my limited memory.
I don’t know why I expected him. I had become fairly certain he was a wraith of my own thoughts, but I was still disappointed when no blue-black eyes met mine. I knew the name ‘Jes’ had only been a title. It wasn’t my real anchor.
He was my anchor.
And now he was gone. It made me angry.
“F*** it,” I sighed, rising for the first time and walking off.
I was hungry.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 7:33 pm
Adjuchas
I reveled in my new form. It was strong and sleek and powerful. I had opposable thumbs for the first time, but my arms were surmounted by broad, scythe-like claws. They could extend, slicing with serrated edges make that made them the ideal weapons. My legs were bent back, jointed like a predatory cat, while my body had become sharply angular. It sliced through the wind when I ran, much like some frightening bird of prey.
It was safe to say I liked that body.
And I was hardly afraid to use it. I soon learned that I and other hollows of my kind were in constant danger of losing our forms. We had to continue to eat each other in order to endure. I didn’t object, though. I was always hungry, anyway, and I’d be damned if I lost my lovely body and regressed to that divided thing I’d been.
A Gillian, it’s called. Hollows had ranks, apparently. I, at this point, was an Adjucha. Shortly after my evolution, I discovered the path to Hueco Mundo. It was a vast, empty desert of white sand. Cold. Lifeless.
But for a profusion of Adjuchas just like me. I feasted, never meeting another who could match my power. Not with my lovely shadows to fight with me.
They were roiling, semi-transparent veils, like smoke. They followed me like faithful pets, swirling around my form to create a fragmented cloak of unfathomable darkness. I loved them. With them, I could consume emotions better than ever.
Their strange power would attract hollows from every corner of that endless desert. I’d eat them all. Some even asked for it, just like the tentacled hollow from so many years before. And what nightmares these creatures had! Swallowing their souls deadened the ache of my heart until it was almost unnoticeable.
Almost.
I’d always feel it, but I became convinced that becoming a Vasto Lorde would end the terrible ache. As a Vasto Lorde, I’d have insurmountable powers. I could gorge on the finer emotions of fear, rage, pain, lust, gluttony, greed to my heart’s content. It would be worth this struggle.
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Posted: Fri Dec 26, 2008 10:24 pm
The striking creature with the blue-black eyes had all but faded from my thoughts. I was sure he’d been a hallucination on some grand scale. An illusion conjured by my own mind out of some weird survival instinct. I had a buried hope that he was too terrible and too beautiful to be imagined, but it was shoved away. Those thoughts weren’t helping the ache of my empty chest.
So, when I heard his voice again, I was taken entirely be surprise.
“Jes,” He said, tone casual, if a bit condescending. He spoke as though he was picking up a conversation of only a few minutes ago instead of years. “I thought we decided you could be more than this,”
Similar to the first time I’d heard him, I struggled for several seconds before it occurred to me to respond. “Right,” I snorted, entertaining the notion that this was some tempting, irritating hallucination. “You choose now of all times to reappear?”
“You’re the horse I’m betting on,” He said. “Why not give my horse a few tips now and then?”
“And I should…what? Listen?” I snapped back.
“Didn’t I help you last time?” He prodded.
I was getting frustrated. And intrigued, though I hated to admit it. “Just what are you?”
“You may call me Irial,” He said by way of response. He’d completely avoided the question, but I sensed this was as much as I would get out of him at this point.
“Fine, ‘Irial’,” I said, rolling his name over my tongue. It resonated with me, though I couldn’t fathom how. “What do I do?”
“You want to become a Vasto Lorde, yes?” He asked, though the question proved to be rhetorical. He answered himself in the next sentence. “Of course you do. I know your heart… Or lack thereof… I want you to be one, too. Then you’ll find Aizen, and my little Jesi will be even more. And you are mine, Jes. I named you,”
I snorted at his possessiveness. If he thought he owned me in any fashion, he was sorely mistaken. Still, all that talk of power intrigued me enough to drop the subject for now. I even let him get away with that annoying pet name, Jesi. “Fine. How do I accomplish this?”
“Kill and consume an adjucha of equal or greater power,” He said it as if it must have been the most obvious thing in the world. This Irial was really grating on my nerves.
“And just how do you propose I find someone like that? I’ve killed and fed on thousands of ‘em. Does that mean they were all less powerful than me?”
“Yes,” Irial replied simply. Jerk. I couldn’t help thinking it. “There are a few around that would do, but one that would…” Here, he seemed to search for a word. “Suite you… is actually in the mortal world at the moment. India. Near Bombay,”
“I don’t think I’ve been to the mortal world in decades,” I said, instantly wary of leaving Hueco Mundo’s familiar dunes.
“I’ll guide you there. Didn’t I say I’d be helping my favored horse?” He was playing for a second, and then he was serious. “The battle itself is up to you,”
“Yeah,” I replied dismissively, wanting to prove I was strong. “I got it. Now quit with that horse stuff,”
“Right. Not horse,” His blue-black eyes glittered. “Jesi,”
“Whatever,” I sighed, stalking off. “Irial, was it?” I liked saying his name. “Let’s just get going,”
“Other way, Jesi-chan,” b*****d. He was really pushing it.
I turned on my heel and stormed off in the direction he pointed out. I knew he followed.
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