Aliases/ Nicknames: Mistress of the Dead, Lady of Slaughter, and Lady of Flame
Rank: 6th espada
Physical Description: Risika is five feet, four inches height. She has straight black hair that she usually wears up and she is extremely tan because of her Egyptian background. Her attire normally consists of white ripped pants, a white tanktop, and white converse. She has golden tribal looking tattoos on both arms and a tattoo of a golden Ankh on the back of her neck. She wears golden bracelets around each wrist and a golden armlet around her right arm. The fragment of her hollow mask is a circlet on her head with a Uraeus on it and her hollow hole is to the right of her belly button. If she ever reaches Espada rank, her number will go under her belly button.
Zanpakuto: Sekhmet
Unreleased: Sekhmet's unreleased form is that of an Egyptian spear. Risika carries it around on her back as there's a white cord on it that is attached to the spear. When she goes to use the spear in battle though the cord disappears.
Released: "Breath the desert upon them, Sekhmet."
When Risika says those words, her spear turns into sand and is blown all around her in a whirlwind, concealing her. Also, the environment that is in a 50 yard radius of her becomes a desert. When the sand disappears from around her she has a red piece of fabric that wraps around her chest and then her bottom half, kind of like a skimpy little dress. Over her head is a mask of a lion with the Uraeus circlet on its head. Her golden tattoos have spread to her torso and legs and she now has golden anklets. Her spear has doubled it's size and is on fire.
Attacks in resurreccion:
Pyl Vuur "Pyl Vuur" Its african for "Arrows of fire" And what pretty much happens is that Risika will spin her spear like a baton and from of the little circle it makes from spinning, flaming arrows shoot at the target.
Asem Verlaat v.2 "Asem Verlaat" African for "Breath of Dessert" In this one she spins her spear just like she does in Pyl Vuur but instead of flaming arrows, super duper hot air burst out towards the target. In simpler terms, it's like a fan just instead of cool air coming from it, super hot air that can burn your skin comes out. This hot air can be anywhere from 1200 degrees Fahrenheit to 2100 degrees Fahrenheit.
Hitte die Wond "Hitte die Wond" Which means "heat the wound" as you might have guessed is a healing technique. It heats the cut to the point where it melts the skin back together. It does absolutely nothing for internal unless there's a poison in her bloodstream, then the spell heats her blood to boiling teperatures and kills off the poison. This can also be used on other people in an offensive way as she can heat her opponents blood to boiling. But to have this work, on herself as well as others, she must have physical contact with them.
Leeu Voet "Leeu Voet" is African for "Lion Paw" and in this technique fire bursts from her wrist in the shape of a lions paw and can extend up to twenty feet. You can smother the fire or put it out with water but only the fire that's more than three feet away from her hand.
Puik Asem Verlaat "Puik Asem Verlaat" translates to 'Great Breath of Desert' and is Risika's most advanced technique. It is an advanced version of Asem Verlaat v.2. It starts the same way as Pyl Vuur and the other Asem Verlaats by her spinning the spear like a fan blade, except that this time instead of flaming arrows or hot air coming from it, a lioness made out of fire leaps from it and Risika can control it for 2 maybe 3 posts.
Arrancar powers:
cero
gargantua
Heirro
sonido
Special Accessories: Her jewelry is listed under physical description though it is not special.
Skills: She is fast like the flames she plays with and since she has been around since ancient times she can read hieroglyphics and can speak 7 different languages: African, Latin, Arabic, Russian, Japanese, English, and Spanish. She is currently learning Italian.
Abilities: Risika is a skilled fire eater and she can always tell if a person is lying to her. Also her nails can grow to be claws that can grow to be four inches long.
Asem Verlaat This is an extremely watered down version of Asem Verlaat v.2 as the temperatures in this ability is between the temperatures of 100-125 degree Fahrenheit.
Personality: Risika is extremely flirty and likes to try to seduce her male enemies to get them alone so she can torture them in various different ways. She's nice to her comrades but vicious to people she doesn't know. She finds great joy in causing humans and shinigami physical pain. She likes to play with fire and she loves the sun.
Biography/History: Risika was born in Upper Egypt as the eldest daughter of the Pharaoh that ruled at that time thousands of years ago. She had two younger sisters, Nefertiri and Anck-su-namun. Even though she was the eldest she was hardly daddy's favorite....no, that title was split between the other two sisters. Over time Risika became bitter over this and when she was sparring sais with her sisters she began to slit past the "sparring" boundary line into the "I want to kill you, you ******** b***h" line.
When she was sixteen she became friends with the Royal Assassin of the kingdom, Zane; he was seventeen. After a few months she fell in love with him, he told her he loved her too, and the bitterness that was held up in her began to disappear. Life was great for a change until eight months later when she walked in on Zane, Nefertiri, and Anck-su-namun getting their groove on with each other. She was devastated and she was furious. Without thinking she grabbed a pair of sais that were lying on a table and rushed at her sisters. They always ruined everything for her and she was sick of it.
Risika managed to stab Ank-su-namun in her chest before Zane grabbed her and snapped Risika's neck, killing her instantly.
Roleplay Sample:
Risika stepped out of the garganta into the world of the living. Her full lips twitched into a smile as the warmth of the sun above came down upon her. She closed her dark green eyes, trying to soak in all of it. She loved the sun, maybe it was just an Egyptian thing, but she did miss it every-now-an-then back in her home of Hueco Mundo where the moon held a permanent residence in its night sky. She lifted up her face to the sky and reached back to undo her hair barrette, letting her jet black hair fall just as a breeze blew around her, lifting her hair to dance in the wind.
This day, though she didn't know why, reminded her of the day she died thousands of years ago back in what was now called 'ancient Egyptian times'. How she could remember anything from when she was alive was beyond her but she didn't mind. Remembering allowed her to look back and learn from her mistakes. The first thing she learned was, don't try to kill a royal when you can't fight worth a s**t and the Pharaohs' top assassin is standing right next to said royal, it's suicide. The second thing learned was to respect your gods because if you don't and if by slight chance you turn into an arrancar whose zanpaktou spirit is a goddess, they will annoy the s**t outta you. But hey, it was worth it with all the power she gained.
The arrancar sighed happily and opened her eyes, her pupils dilated from the sudden bright light. The power she had gained... 'It's all thanks to Aizen. Without him I would probably still be hunting for the easy kill... what a boring life I used to lead, only eating souls all day. It's a wonder I didn't get fat...But the power I have now... I can do almost anything I feel like doing.' She looked below her at the grungy Russian alley. There were a few drug dealers, some whores, a drunkie or two, and a-'Why looky what we have here. A business man far from his office looking for some fun, perhaps?' A laugh escaped her throat. "Oh, I'll show him some fun..." she said to herself before she took a step from the air she stood on and began to drop out of the sky towards the land below.
When Risika was about ten feet from the ground she sonido'd right in front of the man, her prey. He began to breathe hard, just as the others on this alley were, and a drop of sweat rolled down the side of his face and down his chin. He looked all around him frantically with his wide hazel eyes, unsuccessfully to see what was causing him and the others to loose their breath all of a sudden. The arrancar frowned, "Awww... he can't see me. That means he won't taste as sweet." She walked around him, analyzing his features before stopping again in front of him. An evil little grin formed on her face. "I may not enjoy eating him... but at least I can enjoy the sounds of his screams..." She got up on her tip toes and looked him in the eyes for a whole second before grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulled him to her, and pressed her lips firmly to his. The man yelped in surprise and tried to get away but Risika was stronger. He wasn't able to back up a centimeter and after a while, he began to kiss her back. 'Haha... the little ******** fallin' for it.' She put her hand behind his neck and removed her lips from his. Instead she kissed his neck. The business man smiled. He must of been insane as well as horny. "And let the games begin..." she muttered before she bit hard into his neck. Her prey's smile was gone now, instead terror was etched into his handsome face. He screamed and staggered back, his hand flying up to grab his neck but Risika caught his wrist and snapped it.
The arrancars' laugh filled the alley way as ran forward to the man now trying to run away. She sonido'd in front of him, lifted her right leg and kicked the center of his chest; the exact place where his heart was. There was a muffled crunching sound as his ribs and sternum broke. He didn't scream, he was in too much pain, instead he fell and laid there on the ground. The drug dealers and prostitutes, thinking that he was having a heart attack or something, fled the alley. Risika chuckled and knelt down by the dying man. With a smile she picked his head up about a foot and then she slammed it into the hard cold concrete. His spirit rose out of his body and looked down at her and his body terrified. She looked at the man with hungry eyes and licked her lips. "Hi there lunch, I'm Risika."
"Hey there Arrancar, I'm Ichimaru."
The egyptian arrancar instantly forgot about the lunch in front of her and spun around to find herself face to face with medium sized man with longish white hair and eyes that he squinted so much that you couldn't see them. This man was Ichimaru Gin, one of the two shinigami captains that fled Soul Society with Aizen. Risika took a small step back. "Risika darlin', aren't you supposed to be killin' somebody else?" His creepy smile widened. "I...I was just having a snack before the job." Gin took a step towards her. "Are ya sure? 'Cause it kinda seems like your disobeyin' your orders from Aizen." Risika's eyes hardened at the shinigami. "I'm very sure. I would never, and will never, disobey or betray Aizen-sama." At this statement, Gin took a step back. "Whaddeva. I'm just here to make sure your doing your job."
Risika turned around and disappeared into sonido to start to travel to the place where she was supposed to be. If she was lucky, maybe there would be a snack there to eat after her mission was completed.
