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Full Name: Esmeralda Soler
Nickname: Slave, Newbie
True Age: 297
Age Appeared: 18
Birthdate: April 21st
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Pureblood Japanese
Blood Type: O-
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 165 Centimeters
Weight: 54 Kilograms
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: White with light gray highlights
Mask Remnant: Entire skull with broken beak
Hollow Hole Location: In the middle of forehead
Life View: "I just have to survive for today... If I can do that, then I should be alright."
Personality: Currently, she is the lowest in the food chain. There is not much room for anything but submissiveness. She prefers not to be in the company of the higher-ups for very long and oftentimes these tiny conversations end in her fearing for her life. Esmeralda says "sorry" very often, even if she has done nothing wrong. She absolutely hates going to sleep, however. After becoming an Arrancar, she has lost most of her memories of her past lives, but when she sleeps she only relives the Hollow part of her life; the one most devoid of happiness. She remembers that once a long time ago, she was capable of hate, but there is none of that left now. All that is left is sadness and emptiness where those old emotions were. For her, there is no reason to train and to get stronger. Her sole wish is to live and to dodge the enormous feet of the higher-ups that always stomp around in an attempt to destroy her.
Likes:
Bright colors (A very scarce thing in Hueco Mundo)
Solitude
Safety
Dislikes
Training
Sleeping
Higher-ups
Ranaga-sempai (He's so scary!)
Hollows
Espada: Servantes
Rank: 42
Side: Hueco Mundo
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Esmeralda was born Kikyou Yamamoto right as Japan opened its borders to foreign trade after thousands of years of isolation. Kikyou was the daughter of a wealthy fisherman, showered in all of the beauties and riches that any little girl could ask for. Her father was always out working and her mother was always so busy inviting business guests to their home, so Kikyou grew up mostly by herself. She loved to take strolls in her garden, enamored with the color and vivacity of the place. She would sometimes climb up her Cherry Blossom tree and sit in the branches from sunrise to sunset. When she was younger, maybe ten or twelve, her father returned from a trip to America with the most curious bird; a bird with an elongated beak, with wings that vibrated so quickly that they made a buzzing sound. Kikyou was delighted with this present and played with her Hummingbird for days on end. It was her best friend. It never expected anything from her, and it was always there to make her feel better.
When she was eighteen years old, she was known throughout her province as the most beautiful young maiden. When adding her massive fortune to the equation, it was not uncommon to see suitors lined up out the door for her. Kikyou was not, however, happy with any of them. Her parents selected a short, portly, unattractive man to be her husband and she complied, but she knew that she could not love this man. One hot, summer day in August Kikyou and her mother left their home together to deliver a small lunch to her father, who was meeting with an American trading company. As they were unloading, the girl spotted a muscular, tall, light-haired American man and absolutely fell in love with him. And when his light blue eyes met her fair brown, she knew that he felt the same way for him. Before she got a chance to ask the fair sailor his name, she was called away by her mother.
She returned that night under the cover of darkness to the ship, sneaking away in her father's clothes. She boarded the ship and went below deck to where the shipmates all snored loudly in hammocks. Squinting her already-slanted eyes, Kikyou searched for her sailor for hours until finally, before the crack of dawn, she found him, sleeping peacefully. "Meet me at the docks tomorrow at midnight," she whispered into his ear with only the slightest of accents., kissing him gently on the lips before leaving for home. She was unsure if he received her message or not. The following night she returned, still in the guise of a man, and saw someone standing under the lamp, apparently waiting for someone. A hat obstructed the stranger's face, so Kikyou could not identify him immediately. She walked up to him, cleared her throat, and asked in a defined voice with a heavy accent "Who are you waiting for, sir?" The man chuckled, holding up a white handkerchief that appeared to be smeared in makeup. "I am waiting for the devil who left this lipstick on my mouth." Kikyou's eyes widened and she rubbed her lips with the back of her hand. Lucky for her it was dark the previous night, or else she would have been discovered. The blonde man took off his hat and smiled warmly down at the cross-dresser. "I've been waiting for you, Miss Kikyou." He whispered, kissing her full on the lips. "S-stranger..." She stammered back, her face already beet-red from the heat and embarrassment. "Y-you seem to know my name, but I know not yours..." "Edward. Edward Stacey." And after that, there was no more talking. Their lips were interlocked for the rest of the night.
Her affair with Mr. Stacey continued for about two weeks without any notice from her parents. One night, however, she came in her normal guise, and he was not there. Kikyou waited for him the whole night, but he never came. Later on that day, she returned with her mother to deliver lunch to her father. While at the docks, she asked the Captain of the American vessel where Mr. Stacey was. The Captain gruffly replied in a very strange and foreign accent "'e's dead, miss. 'e died in the middle of the night, 'e did. Been sick for few days, then 'e just never woke up." Kikyou simply refused to believe the lying man. For months afterward, even after the American ship returned to its home port, the girl would wait at the docks under lamplight, waiting for her lover to return to her.
It was the day before her wedding to a man she refused to love. The gown was purchased, the preparations were made, the band was hired, everything was all set. Except for Kikyou's heart. She knew that she could never love this man. The only man she could ever love was a one deceased Edward Stacey. So, the night before she was supposed to be wed, she went out to the docks, as usual. This time, however, she had concealed in her breast a pistol. In Japanese culture, suicide was common. Suicide was, however, more often than not, committed in a ritualistic fashion, by gutting oneself with a knife. It was not acceptable to kill oneself with a pistol. Nevertheless, in rebellion against everything she knew, Kikyou loaded in the gunpowder, loaded in the bullets, put the pistol to her forehead and pulled the trigger. Her Hummingbird died several weeks later of hunger; her parents were much to preoccupied with the death of their daughter to feed the old thing.
Kikyou did not stay a wandering spirit for very long. She was a very noisy ghost, wailing and screaming for a one Mr. Stacey, gliding up and down the docks at night. Just before she was able to be consumed by her sadness, she was freed and sent to the Soul Society by a Shinigami. After arriving there, she was overjoyed to see a majority of her dead relatives. The joy, however, was short-lived and before the month was up she resumed her quest to look for her dead lover. She wandered throughout the Soul Society for over 100 years, calling for her lover and yearning for him. She finally found him, cutting firewood in front of a modest little brick cottage. Kikyou was overjoyed, and was about to call out for him when the door of the cottage opened. A woman with light brown hair and dancing, vivacious eyes came outside, gently stroking her large, pregnant stomach. After watching the pair for a few seconds, Kikyou's eyes widened in silent horror. The two kissed each other lovingly, in a way that Stacey never kissed Kikyou in life. That was his child that she was bearing, and she hated her for it. Instead of sadness, rage slowly built up inside of her body. She stole away from the cottage, tears streaming down her face. She hated the woman that took away her happiness. She hated the man that stole away her heart. She hated her parents for trying to make her marry a man that she absolutely hated. Her hate made her scream in agony. She didn't even notice a large rip in the matter behind her until she fell backwards into it. She found herself surrounded by sand. But it wasn't a hot desert. It was a cold, sad desert that sucked all of the happiness out of her. The girl sat down and wept for days on end, not seeing a single soul. The sadness slowly turned to anger. Finally, her patience ran out. She did not want to hear the voices anymore. Stacey's voice. Her mother's voice. That woman's laugh right before he kissed her. It was too much. With one enraged roar, she shoved both of her hands inside of the bullet wound in her forehead, feeling it stretch and yield to her fingers. She felt her soul shrinking... Her consciousness growing dimmer. Her body began to transform, consumed by her negative emotions. She became a hollow; a monster with the skull of a Hummingbird.
Those next few years were an agonizing blur. All she could feel was pain and hunger. Soo hungry... She was always hungry. And it wasn't until she felt the crunching of bones beneath her teeth that she even realized what she was eating, but it didn't matter. She needed to satiate her hunger. More and more and more... Because when she filled up her stomach, it eased up the pain. What the pain was from she did not remember, but it was still there. And it ate up at her every single day of her existence. Finally, one day she could not take it any more. The monster pinpointed the source of her pain as the skull fixated onto her head, and she wanted to take it off. With a deafening roar, she tried to pull it off by the long, thin beak. It snapped abruptly. She suddenly felt herself shrinking, becoming less and less and less, until she lost consciousness in the sands of Hueco Mundo.
From what she heard later, a man named Servantes Ranaga found her and dragged her back to base. He was even the one to give her a new name; Esmeralda Soler. It did not take her long to notice the thin sword strapped at her hip. She did not, however, remember how she came to Hueco Mundo in the first place. The only things that she remembered about her past all came in the form of terrifying, painful dreams of her as... A monster. An empty, unconscious shell being controlled by raging emotions. For this reason, she does not like to go to sleep. And she hates higher-ranked Arrancars because... They feel the same as monsters. Just as she was, only stronger and conscious of their hate and power. And that terrifies her. She does not live a particularly happy existence as an Arrancar, but it is a better life than living as a Hollow.
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Reiatsu Color: Vibrant green with occasional red bursts.
Reiryoku Level: Average
Known Foot Techniques:
• Air Walk: Novice Level
• Air Dash: Novice Level
• Sonido: Adept Level
Known Hand-to-Hand Styles:
• Hakuda: Practitioner Level
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Known Swordsmanship Styles:
• Zanjutsu: Novice Level
• Kendo: Practitioner Level
Reiryoku Technique:
• Reiryoku Gathering: Novice Level
Other Techniques:
• Dashing, Practitioner Level
• Jumping, Practitioner Level
Strengths:
• Agility
• Running away
Weaknesses:
• Brute Strength
• Intimidation
Fears:
• Psychological pain
• Relationships and the concept of affection
• Death; it usually results in more pain than in life.
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▬▬┤|Sealed Zanpakutpo
Zanpakuto Name: Picaflor
Zanpakuto Location: Left hip
Zanpakuto Appearance: Oooh, shiny~
Zanpakuto Element: Air
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Resurrección Name: Blindado Colibrí (Armored Hummingbird)
Resurrección Incantation: Proteger a mi alma, Picaflor!
Resurrección Description: The hummingbird skull on her head becomes larger and covers her hollow hole location, the broken tip repairing itself and extending about a foot. She sprouts small, flightless bone wings from her back. Her fingers elongate and turn bone white and solidify, tips sharpening. Her body pales and turns to a color resembling porcelain. Her speed increases exponentially and it seems as if Esmeralda's body becomes lighter.
Resurrección Ability:
Lluvia de tristeza (Rain of sorrow)-- Esmeralda jumps up and extends her arms, opening her hands. She fires bone needles from her hands into the air, which rain upon her foe on the ground in droves. She can only fire 40 maximum and they all fall in a random fashion.
Rio de vacuidad (River of emptiness)-- She puts her fingertips together in front of her chest and releases a beam of green energy from the space between her fingers. The power decreases as the range increases. This is not as strong as a regular cero, but it wastes less Spirit Energy and is very effective at close range.
Capullo de protección (Protective Cocoon)-- Her wings elongate and sprout bony, pearly-white feathers, which wrap around her body and conceal her in an egg-like cocoon. Impervious to any blades if hit directly; unless the foe does something to compromise her "feathers." (Lasts for 2 posts max).
Espada de engaño (Blade of deceit)-- She reaches up and grabs the tip of her skull's beak. She pulls slowly, a sword hilt suddenly appearing out of her skull. This sword basically has the same appearance as her Zanpaktou, but it appears as if it is made out of bone instead of steel.
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• Hierro
• Gonzui
• Pesquisa
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