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 Posted: Sat Jul 18, 2009 9:49 pm
Name:
Desalmado (no last name)
Aliases/ Nicknames:
'Kid'(much to his chagrin), Des, Dessy, etc.
Physical Description:
Meet Des.
He's a person that you feel you can ruffle his dark hair at every word he says and laugh at his anger as if he was a child. His small and frail appearance does not help the matter. He is short, scrawny and he definitely hadn't hit puberty when he died. His clothing, much like Luppi's, is long and goes over his hands. Unlike Luppi, his clothing looks less like a shirt too large and more like he came out of a mental institute, a tribute to a past he can't fully remember even after all these years.
Zanpacto:
Desalmado's blade is carries two ways: stuffed down his shirt for battle purposes or when his hands are busy and in one hand by the sheath for any other occasion. The reason he keeps the blade down his shirt for battle is very simple. Its easier to cut himself. When he draws, the sharp edge of his blade hopefully cuts him. Why? For his release. It requires his blood. With his small body and low strength he can't swordplay as wel as he like, but he makes up for it with his release. It immensely enhances his powers and makes him deadly.
The blade itself is unremarkable. Its not very long, its not very sharp. Its made to deliver one cut onto his skin, and that's about it.
Special Accessories:
Desalmado always carries at least 3 things with him other than his blade.
Candy or some sort of food.
A plushie or some sort of toy.
A gameboy (COLOR!) with pokemon crystal in it. (+ extra batteries!)
Skills:
Des has an unnatural (heh.) tolerance to pain. Whether it is being cut or blunt trauma, he seems not to feel the pain at all and takes violence as some kind of game.
He has an extremely fast sonido. Uusally he can outrun most shinigami and he becomes hard to hit, especially so in battle.. but for a different reason than his honido.
His heirro is extremely weak. Which is an asset to his abilities.
Abilities:
Through his trip around the holow world he has refined and redefined two abilities. Blood control and regeneration. He can control his blood and mak it do whatever he desires. He claims he has a spiritual connection with his own blood, something that no one else does. This is his only method of battle. The mroe injuries he sustains, the more he bleeds and ergo the more powerful his attacks become. Regeneration comes after the battle, which his blood cells return with the stolen nutrients of the enemy to heal his injuries. Because of his lack of sword skills and powerful cero and the like he does not belong in Espada, but his blood abilities make up for it. Severely.
Personality:
Desalmado is the most loving person you will ever meet. Ever. If you deny it, he'll try to injure you, maybe even kill you. The hollow world is the most beautiful place ever. there are no such things as wars and fights. No one fights. Ever. There are no wars, no tears, no bloodshed. Its heaven. Nothing bad ever happens. EVER.
That is, according to him. He is as innocent and naive as any human child, perhaps more so from memory loss given when he entered heuco mundo as a hollow. He has no fear of higher ups. He has an extreme phobia for doctors or anything related to them. (eg, medicine, needles, etc). There is no such thing as a personal bubble to him. Huggles reign supreme and in his world everyone is a lover, a family member. Some sort of uncle, or aunty or big brother or sister. His mood varies from extremely affectionate and happy to extremely angry and violent.
A funny quirk about him is his ability to forget people. If he doesn't like you, you will not exist to him. You could bump him and he will not even notice it. He forgets about events he doesn't like either, like violence. Forcing him to face anything he chooses to forget is likely to either get you killed or he go into a mental meltdown.
Biography/History:
Desalmado sometimes claimed to have never been human. This is in fact obviously not true. He is a human. His name was simple. William. Williom McNeil. He was a mentally sick child, and was sent to the insane asylum at the age of 10. With extreme hallucinations and the inability to percieve reality, he never knew what was going on even as he was strapped to beds, pills forced down his throats, forced into straitjackets and shoved in small, dark rooms that left him screaming in fear. This was a time where redical new prospects of brain surgery was being tested on live humans. He was one of them.
Unfortunately, he did not survive. Soon after his spirit came from his body, he was eaten by a hollow of lesser strength than he. That hollow was his first meal when he entered heuco mundo. Filled with the joy of being in a percieved 'heaven', he ate, gre strong, and did what he could to grow and celebrate the joy he was given. When he became adjucas, he was forced with slivers of his human life, of needles and fake smiles. He suffered and forced those memories into the back of his head.
As he was allowed to ebcome arrancar, his head was suddenly filled with the patchy memories of his human self, full of torture and fear. In his panic he ran away to the desert sands, and there he remained, occasionally running off to the human world to steal some food.
Powers:
At first glance he is a weakling. Unable to take many hits, a weakling's heirro, no concept of danger, weak cero and no bala to speak of... He just seems like a weakling. However, the blood in his veins prove different. With the ability to use them at a very basic way without his release and an extremely effective way with release, he becomes a force to be reckoned with.
Other powers he has are normal of an arrancar. He has no second release (yet, he's still much too young.). His ability to sense spirits is still quite dulled and he isn't at full power yet. He's just a kid, and when he grows up he will be a force to be reckoned with. For now, however, he is not a match for anyone who can cancel his blood abilities (via heat, dry air, etc) and a threat to those who cannot.
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:41 am
LIFE ~10 years
When Des was alive, he grew up as a normal boy.. for the first 6 years or so. Called William back then, he would talk about the walls talking to him. He used to have whole conversations with plushies, and steal mommy's knife and cut himself, claiming that the voices in his head were punishing for some horrible act he couldn't imagine. Well, no s**t, he was taken to the insane asylum. There he spent most of his fairly short life.
Ever day was the same horrific thing. He would be forced from his room just as soon as the voices allowed him sleep. He would be stripped by cold hands that he couldn't recognise the faces of, he didn't even realize what was going on as he was forced under the chilling 'rain' of the shower. He was forcibly dried. Afterwards, 'therapy'. Therapy consisted of being yelled at, slapped and electrocuted over and over again. He was needled with poisons and chemicals that made him sick. Pills were forced roughly down his throat daily. All he ever saw was the white walls.
During mealtimes, a tube was forced down his throat and food was stuffed in. Then, he was thrown back into the tiny box-liike room he was forced to lay in for hours. Alone, in the dark, he was haunted by his voices. they screamed and clawed at him, making him thrash and throw his body against the door, screaming for help... no help came. He grew more insane after that, listening to his voices. He obeyed their screams and lost himself in the heavenly delirium they offered. They became soothing voices that blocked him from seeing the bad side of anything. The world was indeed beautiful. Pills didn't exist anymore. Pain didn't exist anymore. There was only sweet insanity. Within the last few months of his life were the the last months he truly achieved his mental state today. He had forgotten where he was, who he was. He gave himself a new name as decreed by the voices. He became a new person, filled with laughter and smiles, and singing softly during the long hours he was alone.
Of course, all paradise must end sometime. The doctors have decided that little 'William' would be a perfect specimen for the radical new concept of brain surgery. He was wheeled into the surgery room still humming to himself and his voices happily. He smiled even as he gas mask was put on him. The voices whispered to him that he would be sent to heaven, a place even more heavenly than this, he would just have to sleep. A deep, calming rest... He did not even feel his skull being removed, and then the parts of his brain he needed to survive. On the surgery table, he lost his last breath.
Still smiling, his voices whispered no more.
Hollow ~100 years
He awoke floating, clutching his chest from pain. What was wrong with his heart? He writhed in mid-air, too panicked to register that it was himself, mutilated beyond recognition, underneath him. It hurt, it hurt so much! He gasped and wheezes, his lungs screaming for air they could no longer draw and his heart struggling to beat even though it could no longer. He let out a scream that pierced the walls of even the thickest sponge. enough for a hungry Hollow to hear. After all, a place where the most tastiest, more tortured souls that died only to be eaten day after day were here, with no shinigami to lift their pain. It was truly a beautiful buffet to every hollow... until now. This was a spirit of a little boy, not even a morsel for the hollow that had swallowed William up. Of course, he wasn't william anymore. His voices had banned that. He was Desalmado, a being of infinite joy of happiness.
Or of infinite delirium, depending on how one saw it.
Des was swallowed whole by the hollow. He never even saw it coming. He saw two large jaws out of the corner of his eye, and then he lost his heart, his memories and what was left of his grip on reality for at least 50 years. He was slammed into the sands oh heuco mundo with a hunger that could not be sated clawing at his belly. He went for the first hollow he could attack and kill, the hollow that had brought him here. He feasted that night, and for years to come. He took the form of a giant centipede, with huge claws made for speeding and fangs made for eating. The only defense he had was his ability to regenerate faster and his blood could injure anyone who tried to attack him.
He did not remember what had happened for the 50 years it took him to reach adjucas stage. As a normal hollow he quickly became a force to be reckoned with. His large body slammed into any hollow he ran into, devouring and killing all in hits path. Like a machine, he became deadly. Even as a menos grande he ate and slaughtered his fellows. His hunger wasn't able to be satisfied. He needed more! MORE! The boy became a monster, torturing, eating his friends alive and being the mindless killing machine hollow were known for.
Finally, when Desalmado became an adjucas, he was... free from the all-consuming hunger. He was still hungry, but he could think now. He could become more powerful later, he could feel it in him that he had the rising strength needed. Now, at least, he could think. Having adopted the centipede form he had beforehand, he left the other hollow to think to himself. With his become an adjucas, he was introduced small slivers of his human past. He remembered... a shock therapy lesson. He remebered the feel of the mask on his human face. He remembered a long night alone, tortured by wailing voices that clawed at his clothing. But it was all he could remember... until he came upon one more shred of memory. He remembered the promise of heaven. This was his heaven. He would celebrate and thrive underneath the moon! He would show truly all the joys in this world of infinite sand, where he walked upon millions of stars and became strong. He started to hum.
Arrancar ~50 years
Soon after his realization of adjucas-hood, he met a strange hollow. He tried to eat this hollow, but it had a blade like the legendary shinigami. This hollow was called an arrancar. It told him of a man who would make him even more powerful. He followed eagerly. However, he did not expect what he got.
When he became an arrancar, he was suddenly filled with large blotches of his past, as if someone had fired a round of paintballs to a canvas, showing him patches of his past. He clutched his head, screaming and shouting in obvious physical pain from all this horrifying memories that his mind frantically tried to store away as fast as it could, unfortunately it wasn't fast enough. He had enough time to grab his sword and run. He had to run from.. from some unseen danger. From the screaming. He ran from Los Noches. He ran away from everything. He needed to run away.
In the sands of his heaven once more, he finally stopped and curled up beside a tree in the exact same position he had so many long years ago, as a human. His eyes wide, tears slowly formed and trickled down his grinning face as his mind struggled to comprehend and at the same time delete all the horrible memories. It took him years to relive all those memories. He remembered multiple screaming and shock therapy sessions. He remembered more lonely nights. He remembered the pills. He remembered the voices, first demanding, then giving.
Desalmado came upon a decision at that point. His insanity whispered words in his ears, the traces of his lovely angelic voices. They told him again that this was his heaven. He should be enjoying it. Those 'memories' really didn't exist. He never saw them. He was never William. He was always Des. He was never human. He was always an arrancar. He always had a centipede on his head and face. He always was a person of infinite joy and happiness.
Or delirium, depending on how one saw it.
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