Diabló, Tova - Arrancar

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Name:[/color] Tova Diabló
Age: 255 Years
Gender: Male
Espada Position: Cuarto Espada

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Height & Weight 5’5’’; 120 lbs.
Hair & Eye Colour Brown hair freely hanging down past his shoulders; Dark green eyes
Noticable Difference What makes them stand out? What about their clothing is different, or do they own tattoos? (Minimum of a paragraph. Or a full body picture)

Likes

[*:t51jl4gz]Earth; A much more interesting place than the desert and castle of Hueco Mundo! Although he finds the desert itself comforting, too many memories taint it for him to take true solace in such a location. As such he has an attachment to the forests of Earth.
[*:t51jl4gz]Solitude; If no one is around, there’s no one to piss off by lying to their face. It’s this simple attitude that gives Tova his love of “alone-time” (not like that!).
[*:t51jl4gz]Conflict; In context of his known character, it may sound strange. However, it is quite true. Tova loves conflict, for it is the catalyst of growth and learning. It is no coincidence that those with an opponent or rival grow faster than those without.
[*:t51jl4gz]Personal Growth; You could probably see it coming at this point, but Tova does indeed value the personal growth of himself and others. Both in the physical and mental aspects of life. He feels that by pursuing this someone can achieve far more than those who become complacent with what they can do, and in doing so become better and more fulfilled individuals.

Dislikes

[*:t51jl4gz]Parasitism; Disgusting, those who simply leech without contributing. Flesh that only consumes, but does not offer itself to better the world around it. What’s the point, where’s the purpose? It is because of this that Tova does not like those who are parasites to the world, and bears a strong resentment towards modern human civilization for letting it run rampant.
[*:t51jl4gz]Selfishness; What good are you if you don’t assist those around you? Sure, you may ensure your own comfort and security, but so what? What will that matter when you’re gone? Everyone will hate you, and your name forgotten to time. You have infinite potential, so strive to reach it and help others do the same! And it is because of this that Tova finds the self-centered attitudes of his comrades not only frustrating, but also embarrassing.
[*:t51jl4gz]Extensive Suffering; Much like conflict, sometimes one must suffer to grow. However, it can quickly reach a point where it is more destructive than constructive.
[*:t51jl4gz]Willing Hollows; Bastards, all of them. Tova, a Hollow who hates even the word, sees these Hollows not only accept their nature but LIKE it. He sees them throw away any chance of pride they may or may not have had, all for what? The fleeting joy of acting out of animalistic impulse? Despicable, to say the least. To top it all off it just makes him even less liked by his partner Arrancars.

TMI?: • Habits [/color] |

Compulsive Lying; Yes, if you couldn’t guess he does have a tendency to lie before he speaks the truth. It has caused him more than his own fair share of problems, and requires conscious effort to subvert, but if nothing else gives him something interesting to tackle day-to-day.

Covers Right Eye; Usually seen when face palming, something else he has a tendency to do when embarrassed (for himself or others), he does so in a way which involves covering his right eye and always leaves his left exposed.

Aspect of Death:[/color] Deception
Fears:[/color] Dying as a Hollow was something that Tova feared for the majority of his life, although subconsciously. Through his time as a Gillian and Adjuchas (however short-lived this was), he held a subtle hate for the idea. This would branch out into his time as an Arrancar, for even though he is less like a Hollow it is still his base nature. That idea, more than anything else, frightens him to no end.

Goals:[/color] Goals drive people, and Tova is no exception. In fact, he is more aware of this fact than most. Having a desired destination makes it much more likely that you’ll, in fact, reach that goal. His goal, however, borders on (if it doesn’t go beyond) the impossible.

To put it simply, he wants to become a Shinigami. However, that is only the likely result. At its core his goal is to eradicate his own Hollow nature, even if that means becoming a powerless soul. He finds everything that Hollows are and stand for to be physically sickening, and wants nothing more than to tear that part of him out.

Yet his pragmatism tells him that such a thing may not be something that can be accomplished. As such he does not stop pursuing his secondary goal, which is to grow in power to the point where he can take leadership of the Arrancar and steer them towards an honorable existence.

Overall Personality:[/color] Contradictory is practically a one-word definition of Tova. Everything about him, down to his very name, is a lie or contradicition. His first name, a relic from his original human life, means “good” in Norwegian. While his last name, assumed upon his rebirth as an Arrancar, means “devil” in Spanish.

To further explain this, Tova lives the life of a lie. In fact, he even lies to help him achieve the “lie” of a dream he holds. It is this desire, the desire to no longer be a Hollow, that drives him. A desire to forsake his own nature; and he lives day-to-day, deceiving everyone around him. But he knows he must, for he cannot help anyone until this curse of being a Hollow is lifted from him. One way or another.

This goal consumes him, and because of it he has no friends, allies, or loves out there among his Arrancar comrades. Some of them he can even tolerate, but many infuriate him to ridiculous extremes. And this only makes his relationship with his own allies even worse than it would be.

Beyond that, and when not lying, Tova can actually be a rather kind individual. If he wasn’t an Arrancar he’d probably get along quite well in the Shinigami or human crowds. Yet he is stuck with the one kind of people he can’t stand

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Pre-Resurrección:[/color] As an Arrancar of Deception, Tova’s abilities aren’t actual powers but instead a heightened skill in deceiving others. On top of this he has the ability to create basic illusions, most notably making a person see something that isn’t there. Beyond those two he is also highly agile ontop of being exceptionally quick, giving him an array of options in combat. But with all of this in mind he is also rather weak and frail in comparison to other Arrancar.

Resurrección Appearance: A shell of concrete-shaded material forms around the body, separated from the skin by a mere centimeter. Underneath, and connecting it to Tova’s lithe frame, is a complex series of skeletal micro-bones. These allow him to use the exo-skeleton like part of his own body.

The skeleton’s base itself is just as lanky and thin as Tova’s own body, standing as testament to his speed and agility. Based on how Tova extends and contracts the limbs, it can grow in size and take on a form very similar to a mantis. However, it’s very nature of shape shifting means that it’s form can vary infinitely from it’s simple core state.

Abilities: “Bound, Zetsumei Tourou!” Although providing greatly enhanced speed and mobility given the nature of the exo-skeleton, the true power of the Recurrección is its inherent ability to change shape. The skeleton can simply expand or shrink back down to its basic form, or it can utilize Reiatsu further to completely disguise Tova as someone else. However, this effect is only visual. It will not, say, replicate the voice of a person. At the same time Tova can only become someone as large as or larger than his base Resurrección state. But the strength here is that the shape shifting is not a mere illusion, but an actual physical transformation (despite not changing the physical abilities of Tova beyond what the skeleton itself does).

Resurrección: Segunda Etapa

Release Phrase: “We walk with our eyes clouded, bodies bound, and minds restricted by the chains of rule and law. But in this Realm of Infinite Truths, it is I who commands the chains.”

Segunda Etapa Appearance: Unlike most Segunda Etapa forms, already the rarest of rare achievements among the Arrancar, Tova’s release affects the world around him more than himself. If already released, his natural, shape-shifting shell disappears and his body gains the ability to morph without it. The big change, however, is that a dome-shaped area of about 200 meters in diameter is created around the Arrancar. Inside of this dome is a maze filled with massive mirrors.

It is a complex creation, stretching over 100 meters high with a ceiling and floor that also function as a mirror. The visual effect is absolutely astonishing when the mirrors are left in their default state, creating an infinitely looping image in all directions. From the outside, the creation looks like a black dome on the landscape. It is to be noted that the maze has no entrances or exits unless Tova is outside the Realm.

Overall Abilites: The full abilities of the Realm of Infinite Truths are complex. At its base, it is a territory created by Tova where anyone inside is trapped in a series of mazes. Tova himself, now with the ability to shape-shift his actual physical body, can meld into physical matter (including the mirrors). Tova is also capable of controlling what the mirrors, ceiling, and floor display. This allows him to make the area look like a city, field, or any other general location without changing the physical reality of it being a maze.

If so chosen, Tova may exit the Realm while keeping someone(s) else inside. Hoewever, doing so creates an exit point that will require 4 posts for the trapped individual to find if an illusion is in progress, or only 3 if there is no illusion present. It takes 2 Reiatsu per post to maintain the territory, along with another 1 Reiatsu if an illusion is active.

The Realm itself cannot be penetrated or destroyed unless hit with a Reiatsu-based or Strength-based technique that equals or exceeds Tova’s current Reiatsu plus half of his defense.


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Background: His memories of it are scarce, but the best place to start would be with his Human life. In summary, he lived most of it in Norway. He was born at the start of a series of severely poor harvests that repeatedly starved the people of Scandinavia and sent the death rates to levels rivaling what would be expected over four or five years, not just one. This was a desperate time for his family, who lived near a marsh in southern Norway. It was a small village that made its way through farming the highly irrigated lands around the marsh, and very closely knit.

Although a mere village child, Tova sought more out of life. He knew there was a great, wide world out there. The politics and news of Europe and it’s conquests around the globe fascinated him as well. It was this curiosity and determination that led to him leaving his family at a ripe age of fourteen, and he made his way to the major cities of Norway.

And this is where the harsh reality of the world he once thought was full of excitement bore down on him.

Struggle filled his life as he tried desperately to survive in the city. His few skills were unwanted in an urban setting, and he found himself as a beggar more than once. However, as he watched the world race around him for three years, that began to change. His spirit would not let him fail in his quest to make something of himself, and so he began to seek opportunities. Then, as if the Universe itself was answering his call, he was given an opening with an upstart trading company.

This company went on to dominate large portions of the trade in the seas north of Europe, and through merciless cunning and wit Tova had maneuvered himself to a high position within the corporation in its early years. Now in his early twenties, wealth and power had all but fallen into this boy’s lap.

But it was then that he remembered why he had done all of this. He wanted to be the one in his family that made something of themselves in a way his parents never did. Yet he had done so by trampling all of those who threatened his rise, and had indirectly been the cause of many deaths. Now twenty-four, while enjoying a cold winter night before his fireplace, he vowed to himself to make up for what he had done to achieve success.

His change of heart was cut short when the arrow from a long bow tore through one of his front windows, catching him directly in the right eye.

He was dead before he hit the floor.

The sensation of death is something completely lost to his memories. The sharp pain of the arrowhead piercing the flesh of his eye lasted but a moment, and the next thing he knew he was watching the man being subdued by the personal guards that should have stopped such an occurrence. Who even still used long bows?

As it turned out, the boy was the son of a family who all but was driven to extinction by Tova’s merciless rise in the trading company. His father had kept the longbow as a family relic, and even taught his son to shoot. So, knowing full well what Tova had done, he did the one thing he could do and avenged his family.

The fury Tova had, not even fully realizing his situation, was beyond words.

For an entire year he followed the man as his trial raced towards it’s inevitable conclusion. Despite his best efforts he was no longer capable of interacting with the physical world, and so could only watch. Each day his hate grew as he realized more and more what exactly had been taken from him.

Then, finally, when the fated day of execution arrived…the boy ran. He fled from his just fate like swine, knowing he deserved it yet too cowardly to face the consequences of his actions. What was worse? He was getting away. He had escaped to the crowd, too stupid to think to stop him, knowing that the guards would not fire. Although he would live a life of hell, he would live.

And Tova couldn’t let that happen.

But what could he do? He was dead, immaterial. He had been here for over a year now to watch this man, and had seen many strange and frightening things, and now he had to watch the man escape his punishment? The thought fried his brain in ways he had never experienced before or since.

After that the memories are especially foggy. He remembers a great pain and hunger, and for a moment he ceased to exist. Then, moments later, he was back. The next and final solid image he had from back then was that of the crowd at the execution. At least, of course, was remained of their corpses and the metallic taste of blood in what was his new mouth.

Decades passed, and Tova remembers little of it. He remembers the thrill of devouring souls both tasty and bland, the latter reminding him of the crowd he had first devoured. He also remembers the fear of blades that seemed to chase him across the globe. He even remembers retreating to safe haven filled with sand that would, at times, be more dangerous than the sword-filled world that awaited him outside. What he does not remember are the details.

So he developed. He devoured humans, unaware of what he was doing. And then he began to hunger for more, and found the creatures he now only scarcely remembers from his time as a Plus. Those, too, he began to eat. It was with this that he found great leaps and bounds of power beginning to cycle within him.

In what seemed like no time at all, he was a mass of black Hollow with thousands of different minds vying for dominance of his towering body. He didn’t know how long he stayed like that, or when he arrived in the forest of Gillians he found himself part of. All he knew was that he could not lose to these voices, and so he fought. He fought the voices and the other Gillians around him, and was even led into battle by tiny, powerful creatures that he instinctively feared and envied.

Suddenly, it was over. He was no longer a large monstrosity of a Hollow. Something had happened; he had crossed some sort of threshold. He was smaller now, but still bigger than a human. He was like his original Hollow body, but with far more power than he could have thought possible. But now he was once again in control, yet the voices remained. Quieter, but somehow more maddening. So for weeks, or what felt like centuries, he wandered the surface of the desert he had not seen in an eternity.


Unable to bear the strain of what he had become, though for reasons he could not yet identify, he fell into a maddening rage atop a dune of sand. Screaming and arguing with an entity that was not there he grabbed for his mask. Instinct took over once again, and he somehow knew that this was the only answer to the horror that had overtaken him with his regained reason. So, with a mighty pull, he tore the mask from his underlying flesh. With it came an incredible surge of spiritual power, followed by a moment of time in which he seemed to battle against nature itself.

In the end, although unknown to him, he won. He awoke a while later, now sporting a seemingly human body and strange clothes. Strangest of all, one of the swords he feared the most now lay in the sand next to him. It called for him, and against his better judgment he answered its call. With that he had taken the steps to go from Adjuchas to Arrancar.

A few more decades passed and he aligned himself with the Arrancar of Hueco Mundo. They were few, since many Hollows failed during their transformation and the removal of their mask. Like the others around him, Tova had beaten the odds. He had stepped down the path known as “Shinigamification”, where his Hollow nature mixed with the natural state of being called “Shinigami”.

With his reason restored, the new Arrancar began to make sense of his memories of his past, finally free from the mental chaos of being a Hollow. Yet, despite what he would say to himself, he knew he was still a Hollow at heart. So with nothing better to do he aligned himself with the Arrancar of Las Noches. His power quickly earned him a position as the fourth Espada, and he was now a leader of many of the Hollows within Hueco Mundo. Yet, this was not what he wanted.

Remaining as the Cuarto Espada, Tova began to explore the depths of his new powers. During that he discovered that the only way he’d be able to maintain an air of respect about him in Las Noches was through merciless deception trickey, crushing all of these beneath his puppet-master-like skills. That was, of course, until the arrival of Sougetsu.

Although he was not the direct cause of the rise in strength experienced by many Arrancar, he did inspire the ones who rose. As such Tova was quickly left by the wayside, choosing to take a position as a Privaron instead of falling to a lower Espada rank.

Now, however, the Arrancar were organized. They were led, and led by a Shinigami nonetheless. Someone who had betrayed his own kind in order to take the reins of Hueco Mundo, and for that Tova bore a strong resentment towards him almost immediately. He was a Shinigami, free from the shame of being a useless being like a Hollow. Yet he chose to lead these monsters in battle against his Shinigami brothers?

And so this is how it was. All three worlds on a crash course for total war, a war that would determine the fate of reality itself. Which side would rise to dominance? The incredible power of the Arrancar? The purity of the Shinigami? Or maybe even the recklessness of the humans on Earth, who now dabbled in the events of their parallel worlds?

And where would the unwilling Arrancar fall when it was all said and done?