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From Human to Inhuman
Paradigm was originally called Lucius Bale, and was born into a rich family that had a high opinion of themselves, not that long before the events of the Second World War. Lucius Bale was taught that, as a member of the Bale family, he was superior to the other, lesser beings around him, and that the only thing greater than him was the nobility. Lucius, who was an intelligent but ambitious boy, quickly began to resent those above him, his family values becoming wildly exaggerated, and he started to think that he was the one who should have been greatest, even at an early age.

Disaster struck as Lucius turned ten years old. A great fire started in his home, burning it to the ground and killing everyone inside. They never found the cause of the fire, as it was caused by an attacking hollow. Lucius was rescued in time, but was the only survivor. He was now the sole remnant of his proud family, and before him, in the ashes, laid the charred remains of their fortune. Lucius had gone from mighty to poor in one small moment and was forced to wander the streets alone, without anyone else to call a friend.

Despite his reasonable past, Lucius began to question why life had treated him so poorly, why he had to live alone. He was surprisingly intelligent and remembered everything anyone said to him, and he was able to teach himself more despite his lack of funds through theft of books. Lucius decided, when the Second World War came about, that he would kill anyone and everyone who were his enemies, and that would surely gain him recognition and praise and the future he deserved. He would restore the Bale family name, and perhaps he would become part of the nobility itself.

Alone, Lucius began to form ideas of grandeur and fame. Whenever war and battle started on the ground, he was cruel, merciless and careful, ambushing enemy soldiers, sneaking up on them and killing them in brutal ways. He had decided that he deserved to be in control, for he saw comrades die everyday and then thought of his success, and without a doubt his tactics were better. So Lucius turned against his fellow men and began to murder his superiors in their sleep, hoping that he could seize command and achieve victory after victory.

But this insanity, born from ignorance and impossible dreams, would prove fatal…

Lucius was eventually discovered by his allies, who were horrified by his actions. They didn’t understand that he was trying to help; they approached him, rambling about how he had jeopardized everything, how evil he was, how twisted and wrong he had become. Lucius tried to explain his ideas, his plans, how they were better, but it was for nothing. He was shot repeatedly by his fellow men and succumbed to the barrage swiftly. In his dying moments, he regretted nothing except their foolishness, how they couldn’t accept that a genius who had suffered years of poverty was better than them, their superior…

Lucius was quite surprised whenever he rose again as a spirit. He saw the Chain of Fate attached to his chest, saw his dead body, and howled with fury at the injustice of it all. He cursed the men who had murdered him, self righteous fools and bastards, and swore vengeance even though he was certain it would never come. Alone on the streets, he had heard about ghosts, but he had never seen them. Now, he supposed, he was a ghost. Lucius abandoned his name, cast off anything he had to do with the people who had failed him, humanity, and renamed himself Paradigm, after the word he had always found the most curious and simultaneously incredible, and he watched the brutality of the war with a flame burning in his soul. He saw that the Chain corroded slowly and thought nothing of it, until it was suddenly gone.

The Ever Shifting Sands
Paradigm found the transformation to a hollow quite relaxing, not painful at all. It was as if he was taking a step towards his true destiny, a real purpose. His new body was tall and covered in spikes and blades, and his red hair was wildly exaggerated into a mane of burning crimson fire. His fingers were claws, his feet had talons…he was a monster and, surrounded as he was by people, he saw prey. Paradigm fell first on his murderers in their sleep, devouring their souls in a single bite each, and then he turned to the wounded, feasting on them one by one, growing in strength. The war had meant that many souls were floating around, and they were Paradigm’s food. It was only a few days before a Shinigami arrived to stop him, but in those few days Paradigm had grown unbelievably strong, far greater than an ordinary hollow.

The Shinigami, arrogant as they all were, explained their purpose to the surprised Paradigm and attempted to purify him. But Paradigm was far stronger than that Shinigami could have imagined, having devoured hundreds of souls in a matter of days, and Paradigm easily devoured him, and then he returned the buffet of souls strewn about the place. Such a massive concentration attracted other hollows that sought the food, and Paradigm found them and devoured them too, disregarding them as worthless trash in a mindless pursuit of power. He knew they were after the food too, and he would not allow that. The Shinigami came down in greater numbers to send souls on, and Paradigm hunted them down. On one lucky occasion, he managed to catch an entire group of Shinigami off guard, and they proved to be a sweet meal. By the time the war had ended, Paradigm was not recognizable from his original hollow form, because of the amount of humans, hollows and Shinigami he had overpowered. By the time a real threat showed up, a dispatched Vice-Captain to hunt him down, Paradigm had left for the Hueco Mundo.

In the Hueco Mundo, Paradigm soon found that there were countless numbers of hollows, many of whom were more powerful than him. This enraged the hollow, which set to devouring everyone he struck down. Paradigm’s dominating personality and near reckless ambition quickly led his peers in the Hueco Mundo to despise him, but that never annoyed Paradigm. He didn’t really consider any of them his level. They were nothing more than food.

But soon he discovered that there was something much greater than the simple hollow classes that he was decimating. These were the Menos classes, the Gillians, the Adjucas, and the Vasto Lorde. Immediately Paradigm decided that he would become one of the Vasto Lorde, and he would rule over the Hueco Mundo. This swiftly became a dream and with his actions he intended to make it a reality. Within a single month Paradigm became a Gillian Menos, and then he turned on that race, attacking and consuming his fellow Gillians without a shred of remorse. He had designated the normal hollows as food…he called the Gillians prey, for there was a slightly greater challenge in hunting them down. It was at this point, as a Gillian Menos, that Paradigm’s ability of regeneration was born.

At the rate at which Paradigm was devouring hollows, it was only a matter of time before he advanced again to the next stage, the Adjucas. This were he finally realized the flaw to his dream. The numbers of Adjucas were very thin, very thin indeed compared to the slow and ungainly Gillians, and he had long since managed to establish a fearsome reputation. Hollows of all kinds fled when the small humanoid hollow with white armor and flames on his skull appeared. Very few tried to hunt him anymore, which, needless to say, reduced his meals. Nevertheless, he was not about to simply be discouraged. Paradigm feasted on every Gillian and normal hollow that crossed his path. They could not run from him anymore, and they provided the sustenance he needed. And with that energy, he was able to track down and overpower other Adjucas Menos. They proved to be sweet, sweet meals and he savored every last bite of them.

Time For Change
Over the years Paradigm went from strength to strength, occasionally returning to the human world to track down a Shinigami, remembering the delicate flavor their souls had. His power as an Adjucas rose and rose, but then, the meals suddenly ceased. He could not find Adjucas Menos, which he needed to finish his ascent to Vasto Lorde, and that was because they all flocked to the new building erected in the Hueco Mundo called Las Noches. Paradigm traveled there out of curiosity and found that the hollows who went there became much stronger, new beings named Arrancar. However, those hollows had pledged their loyalty to a new master. It seemed that this being possessed a device to create Arrancar and had spent some time slowly gathering hollows to his side and making them Arrancar…there were now enough to attract major attention from others in the Hueco Mundo.

Unwilling to ever pledge his loyalty to another, no matter how powerful this new leader was, a disgusted Paradigm moved far away from Las Noches, but he intended to return, when he was strong enough to defeat the self proclaimed ruler. He knew, of course, that there was irony in such a goal, but such was unimportant to the hollow. Just because someone set up a palace and built a race of Arrancar did not mean that they were suited to rule. Only Paradigm had the qualities to be King in the Hueco Mundo, and thus this being, no matter how powerful, how good a King he was…he would die, to make way for Paradigm.

However, all the food left worth eating was scarce and weak. Months passed, and although Paradigm was sustained, slowly growing in power, it was not enough. He could not abide the slow increase in strength whilst that Shinigami ruled and he did not. Bitter, he decided to temporarily put his dream of joining the tiny number of Vasto Lorde to the side, and sought a second way to get stronger – he would become an Arrancar. The easiest way, of course, was to join this new ruler…but that was no choice at all. However, Paradigm had heard of rare hollows in the Hueco Mundo that had removed their masks. He hunted them down and tried to force the secrets from them, but found that it was all useless. They had found no tried and tested method, it was all luck. So Paradigm was forced to make his own method, however risky it was.

Paradigm spent three months doing little except learn how to manipulate and control his reiatsu. Once he had near perfect control, the kind of mastery where he could summon a cero in a flash and totally conceal his presence, the hollow traveled to Earth. He began a search for one thing and one thing only – Shinigami, and not just any ordinary Shinigami, but the strongest he could possibly find. Through a series of attacks, feints and subtle plots over the course of a whole year, Paradigm eventually managed to coax a Lieutenant from Soul Society as a harbinger of death, revealing enough of a threat to justify such a presence, whilst holding back enough strength to prevent a Captain coming down. Paradigm fought and overwhelmed the Fukutaicho in combat, breaking his body and leaving him crippled, before taking his Zanpakuto. He had expected more of a fight...but then again, he did not know about the limiter the Shinigami had.

He had seen the Arrancar, and saw there were four major differences between them, and him. They had no mask, they had boosted strength from Shinigami powers, some had more human appearances, and they had Zanpakuto’s. Thus, Paradigm took the Shinigami Zanpakuto and channeled his reiatsu into it, putting all his hollow power inside it, and when he had reached his limit, he raised the blade and slammed the hilt against his mask, the ceramic shattering against the impact.

The result was agonizing, yet successful. He had, by his own dangerous method, become what was essentially the perfect natural Arrancar, without denying himself any strength. He was an Arrancar, and unlike the other natural Arrancar, he had done the transformation correctly. His new form was like his old human body, but older, and entirely better. And the power…he was now, once again, a force to be reckoned with.