Allessandra Ametiel Aizawa

Broken and Forgotten
 
For the Record

 
Name: Allessandra Ametiel Aizawa
Alias: Arianna De Luca / Snow White
Birth Parents: Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus formerly Gaius Octavius & Livia Drusilla.
Age: 2031
Apparent Age: 36
Date of Birth: January 1st 17BC
Gender: Female
Ethnicity: Italian
Tongues: Old Roman, Latin, Italian, Arabic, Phoenician, Germanic, French, Greek, Norwegian, Persian & Japanese. Allessandra's ability to speak in several languages is largely due to Gaius' requirement for his daughter to be a well educated woman.
Loyalties: As a woman of Rome, loyalty is an incredibly powerful motive for Allessandra. Nothing drives the woman more than her strong ties to the Aizawa, and by default the Soul Society.
 
 

What You So Desire

 
Height & Weight Allessandra's height is reminiscent of typical Roman women. In standardized footwear the Roman lass stands at a full height of five feet and one inches tall. Sleek, slender, and well taken care of, Allessandra's body is what some might call the epitome of femininity. When fully garbed, without the weight of her Zanpakutou included, the eldest Noble weighs in at one hundred and three pounds.

Hair & Eye Colour Countless lockes of ivory don the crown of her head, cascading almost endlessly down her small stature before coming to a slow, seemingly hesitant stop just past her knees. Often, she wears various decorations in her hair, ranging from simple flowers and ribbons to a kenseikan. Aside from the wide range of decorations Alless adorns her hair with she tends to keep it straight, preferring to just allow the strands to fall as they please. The only exception to this is her bangs; which she commonly curls in towards her face, and around her eyes.

It’s here, where her ivory lockes begin to curl around them, that people notice the oddities of her eyes. Unlike typical Romans, who’s eye colors were shades of green, hazel or brown, Allessandra’s eyes are the embodiment of one of nature’s greatest furies: storms. The core hue is a deep, swirling mass of dark blue with a lighter silver lining along the edges. The pits of her eyes, just around the iris, hold streaks of goldenrod yellow; as though lightning was arcing from one stormy cloud to the next. During her time alive many assumed the oddity of her eyes was due to the fact she was Jupiter’s child, a Demi-God, born from the union of Mortal and God.

Noticable Difference Allessandra is distinctly Roman in appearance. Even when on duty the white haired Shinigami displays her heritage proudly, donning the garb of a well to do Roman Noble. A dress of maroon hue clothes the voluptuous body of the full grown woman. Aside from the dress itself, people tend to notice a few things that set it apart from others of its kind. The first and most notable of which is the intricately designed golden plates that reside just over her bosom and each bicep. What typically draws the most attention to these plates is the fact that they remarkably resemble that of a griffon’s face with flame scorched rubies embedded within the pits of its eyes.

Alless’ age can also be indicated upon the dress, as upon several locations Latin has been inscribed or printed upon the material. What is likely the largest print of the Latin language resides upon the woman’s jet black tasset. Firstly, upon this tasset is an intricately designed ‘healers symbol’, one that had been used thousands of years ago by long forgotten practitioners of a sacred healing art. Secondly are the words ‘Vita sit donum, Vos cultus. Non mortem timemus, quia progrediendum’ that have been printed within the circle itself along the border. Alless finds that in almost every encounter with a new individual they end up attempting to read the words, only to ask what it means. She’s never given an answer.

Born into nobility as a human, and adopted into a prestigious noble family as a spirit, Allessandra walks with the poise one would expect from someone of her background. Most remarkably, Allessandra walks with grace unaccompanied by effort; the motions of it all appearing to come as though they were but second nature. Shoulders squared, the ivory haired femme strides with an air of dignity that seems to cling to her like a second skin. Unlike in her younger years, when she was once meek and cowardly, Allessandra now exudes a prominent and confident aura that is quite capable of putting even the mighty Caesar to shame.

Allessandra's speech patterns are what one would expect of someone from a forgotten era. Ocassionally she forgets exactly what year she's in and will speak in a more archaic tongue that's heavily slathered in a southern Italian drawl. Other times, when she's in her right mind, Allessandra speaks with the fluidity and tact reminiscent of a Roman Senator.

As someone that has lived throughout the centuries, Allessandra has had ample opportunity to put her Reiatsu into check. As though someone had bottled up the ocean, Allessandra's Reiatsu is constantly at odds with the cork placed upon it. Under the right circumestances, Allessandra demonstrates her superb control over the energies of her body; allowing it to reach out only as far as she wills it. Commonly Allessandra's Reiatsu takes on the guise of her Zanpakutou Spirit, Kirin. Like a cloak, the massive visage of a Unicorn looms over her while radiating a burning white light.
 

 
The Peculiarity of a Fractured Mind
 

Kind

Much like her adoptive mother, Junko Aizawa, Allessandra possesses a genuine heart that weeps for others. As a victim of abuse, Allessandra understands that sometimes people just need someone to lean on or to talk to. Her past, and her present, offer as a sort of guide book for those souls and she's more than willingly to be a shoulder to cry on. With her natural love for people, and an affinity for making others happy, Allessandra approaches each day with a casual smile upon her face.
 

Temperate

Two thousand years of living can do many things to the mind, both good and bad. Forged in the fiery pits of time, Allessandra's mind has risen as tempered steel. Few things manage to shake the Romans easy going demeanor. Like the surface of the ocean, Allessandra's mind is often calm. She approaches most tasks with a level head, and demonstrates a superior ability to maintain her collection despite the houses burning down around her.
 

Observant

Allessandra was once aloof and naive; still but a young soul finding her way in the world. Today no such traces still exist within the oldest Shinigami alive, and it goes to show through her demonstration of observation. Having dealt with people on a daily basis for much of her life, Allessandra has learned the quirks of the mind and the signs behind them. Few lies manage to take root when the Shinigami is around, and the wolf never stays within the sheeps clothing for long. Through wisdom, Allessandra has learned how to read the words and body of those around her.
 

Wise

Some say time makes us wise. For some this may certainly be true, but don't expect Allessandra to put much stock in the saying as old as she is. Time and time again the ivory maned Shinigami has witnessed the "wise" commit the same treacherous acts again and again, all while those around them simply allowed it to occur. To Allessandra time is not a remedy for stupidity. Only hardships and lessons learned can create a wise man, but only if they truly learn from them. No longer the woman she used to be, Allessandra's mind lingers on thoughts of the past; deducing their meaning and the lessons she can take from them. Through her wisdom, Allessandra seeks to prevent the repeated mistakes of history.
 

Dedicated

Time is a fickle thing. Through its passage many things change. Loyalties. Likes. Dislikes. Love interests. Friends. Countless things, or perhaps even everything. One such thing that hasn't changed in over two thousand years is Allessandra's dedication to anything and everything she puts her mind to. Once Alless gets something in her mind, it becomes cemented in place and can never be removed. Her dedication can be seen in her thoughts and words in regards to Lancelot. Despite the atrocities he committed, Allessandra still holds him in the highest of regards; viewing him as the most influential person in her life to date.

The Doubts of a Cynic
 

Stubborn

The most notable negative trait of Allessandra is her highly stubborn nature. Due to the sheer amount of time she's spent alive, Allessandra has the awful habit of believing she knows better than anyone else about most everything. Her stubborn streak runs as vast as the ocean is deep, and it's shown in her day to day life. Regardless of what others order her to do, if she believes there to be a better way of doing it, Allessandra will always do it her way. Unable to be persuaded otherwise, it is because of this trait that Allessandra is rarely put to work with others.
 

Chicanery

Despite the unusually long span of her life, Allessandra actually has very little to show for it. She's not garnered any sort of high seating amongst the Shinigami, nor has she truly achieved anything truly spectacular. As of late the woman's disdain for her lack of accomplishments has begun to get to her, and as a result she's become quite the ambitious individual. With a goal as loft as eradicating war and bringing equality to Soul Society, Allessandra is all too aware that she'll need to resort to underhanded means. Despite her naturally loving nature, she's all too ready to sacrifice a small few if it means saving the many. She'll achieve her goals regardless of the methods she has to use.
 

Forgetful

The human brain is only able to retain so much information before it simply starts to discard the old to make room for the new. Being over two thousand years old, Allessandra's memory is filled to the brim with countless scenes of the past and it's because of this that the woman frequently has issues remembering the smallest of things. Names, dates, places; unless it's something she's done or seen time and time again, Allessandra is apt to forget about it. Unfortunately this pertains to her training as a Shinigami as well, as she has difficulty remembering the required incantations for kido among other things.
 

Masochistic

In all honesty, Allessandra's brain simply doesn't work correctly unless it's under some sort of psychological pain or trauma. As a frequent student of the school of hard knocks, Allessandra's learned to thrive in a more hostile environment. Subconsciously she puts herself into situations that will undoubtedly end badly, if only because she gets a sort of twisted enjoyment from it. Through the hardships of life a person can flourish; a saying the Roman adamantly lives by.
 

Faithless

Despite loving and caring for all of humanity, Allessandra has little faith in the individual. Believing that people flock together only to subjugate themselves, she's learned that her former self was only a fool for believing in them. When once the people of the world were her driving force, they are now nothing more than an ever constant source of pity and loathing. Despite this, Allessandra battles through her lack of faith in man in hopes that possibly one day one will come along to prove her wrong.

Family

• Aizawa Junko/Mother - You were the best mother to them that you could be. Focus not on them, but yourself now. I'm here. I'll help put them upon the right path.
• Aizawa Jasper/Brother - You've done what no one else in our family could ever do. Despite the darkness I sense lurking within you, I still love you.
• Aizawa Mokuba/Father - You disappeared from my life as quickly as you had arrived in it. I miss you. I promise to make sure your teachings live on through the generations.
• Aizawa Mana/Sister - What..What are you doing, child? You claim to be doing good for the family, but what good are you behind bars? Cast aside the name and cease to tarnish the family I've come to love.
• Aizawa Lancelot/Mentor - You were, without a doubt, the one that restored my faith in humanity. Regardless of what you've done, or where you've gone, I'll always remember you as the one that truly gave me life.
  
  Friends and Acquaintances
• Minamoto Yui/Friend - Your sense of fashion amuses me to no end, girl. Thanks for updating my wardrobe.
• Tsukimiya Kyousuke/ - I'm still not sure what I've seen that day, but what I saw beneath the mask intrigued me. Your eyes cut into me like nothing else ever has, and for the first time in my life I understood what true sadness really looked like.
• Kenshou Ine/Blind Date - They tell me you're the Captain Commander now. I wont lie, when I first heard tale of it I had a good laugh. To imagine that boy I once went on a date with could have climbed to such heights...
• Tanaka Naota/Comrade - The day we first met, I was dying. The faith I had in myself could be measured in rain drops. Because of you I've found salvation, and through that salvation my strength.
• Titus Arkhan/Friend - I remember our first meeting. You were just a Fraccion of Hakuren, the Primera, and I was just a girl. You were old then, but I could see the youth in your eyes. All I gave you was a body to match and an arm, and you returned the favor and then some with your protection. I miss you.
• Weylin von Wolfenstein - I helped bring you into this world, and practically helped raised you when your mother couldn't. I'm sorry for abandoning you but I promise you'll see me again soon enough.
• Maya Tanner - You reminded me of someone I once knew. She disappeared long ago, and even though I didn't know her well I felt the lack of her presence. Thank you for being my reminder.
  
  Likes
• Hot Baths - As any other woman, Allessandra adores soaking in a tub full of steaming water for hours on end.
• Bourbon - Her drink of choice. Commonly when around the Aizawa Estate Allessandra can be found with a glass in hand and a single ice cube within.
• Hide and Seek - Perhaps due to her love for children, Allessandra has a deep love for the childhood game Hide and Seek.
• Writing - There's nothing better than letting out the days happenings in a diary.
• Rukongai - Despite being filthy, the Rukongai holds many of Alless' fondest memories.
  
  Dislikes
• War - If the Invasion taught Allessandra anything, it's that war is pointless. The only thing a war has every accomplished is ensuring another will follow.
• Greed - Allessandra hates the overly greedy individuals of the world, and believes that if they get anything it should be an empty heart.
• Trash - Not to be confused with the type you throw into a recycle bin, Allessandra has a passionate disdain for the people of little use to the world. If she had it her way, the world would have a trash bin specifically created for those sort of people.
• Liars - As an honest person, Allessandra cringes every time she hears a lie fall from someones mouth. If she could do it without getting into trouble, the Roman would sew every liars mouth shut around their tongue.
• Death - As a healer by nature, Allessandra feels as though she's failed those that have died around her. She's vowed to one day conquer death by any means necessary.
  
  Views
• Humans/Spiritually Aware - I was once a member of your kind. I understand the difficulties of trying to live a normal life.
• Humans/Normal - I envy your naivety. I wish I could have been blind to the horrors in the darkness.
• Hollows - There are only so many of us. I wont take the blame for so many of you being weak willed. If you had fought harder as a Plus, you wouldn't be in the pain you're in now.
• Arrancar - How we ever allowed so many of you to make it this far is beyond me. None of you are like Titus. You'll receive no amount of pity from me.
• Quincy - I understand that you're trying to help us, but you need to find another way. Destroying the souls that could have otherwise been purified is wrong. I wont directly seek you out, but if you dare use your defiling art in front of me I promise to make it quick.
• Shinigami - I remember a time when only the Noble's were Shinigami. The rest of you were just citizens of the Rukon, helpless and entire dependent on Soul Society. Remember the strength that it took to rise from the filth and you'll never again be ruled by a dictator.

Bond Undeniable

Zanpakuto Spirit: Allessandra's Zanpakutou Spirit is known as Kirin; protector of the title-less, and guide through the mists. Oddly enough, this majestic beast takes on the appearance of one of Japans most iconic myths; a white furred and maned unicorn. Kirin's fur also bares a faint blue tint to it with a pair of twin deep blue streaks running down either side of its rib cage just beneath the spin. His mane runs the entire length of his body and merges with his lacy tail that dangles down nearly to the ground. When it's head is held upright, Kirin easily stands taller than any known horse; with its grand total height at nine feet three inches.

Kirin acts as a balance in Allessandra's life, constantly forcing her to think about her actions and why she does what she does. Without directly creating conflict, Kirin inserts himself into Allessandra's daily choice making and casually inserts little quips that might create hesitation. By doing this Kirin hopes to exercise Alless' rational thinking. Despite his constant presence in her life, Kirin tends to remove himself from view when Allessandra is faced with life altering decisions; believing that she should make such choices of her own volition.

Knowing all too well that Allessandra has forgotten how to have fun, Kirin often resorts to wise cracks and jokes in hopes of making her laugh. The majestic, and even noble, creature isn't beyond acting like a complete idiot if it means he's able to bring some mediocre amount of happiness into her life.

Inner World: Prior to the Invasion, Allessandra's Inner World took on the appearance of an expansive forest covered in the thickest of fogs. With trees stretching higher than the eye could see and a canopy thicker than a wool blanket, there was never a visible sky above. The ground was covered in damp foliage that muffled most any form of movement, and served as a source of food for the Spirit within.

After the Invasion, Allessandra's Inner World changed drastically. When once she could stand in any one place and see nothing but tree after tree, Allessandra now finds that all she can see is stump upon stump where glorious tree once stood. Upon these stumps reside the mangled bodies of her fallen comrades, whom's blood has replaced the damp foliage with a never ending puddle. Only a single hill, far off in the distance, seems to be untouched by this crimson taint and it is upon that hill that Kirin resides.
 
Sealed Zanpakuto: Within its sealed state, Alless’ Zanpakutou resembles the Roman soldiers weapon of choice; The Gladius. However, hers isn't quite as mundane as that of a normal Gladius. Instead the quillion breaks the mold of the traditional design in lieu of gryphon wings that curve outwards and around as they come to touch the base of the fuller. Its pommel houses a finely cut ruby, which seems to hold a small amount of flame within its depths. The grip is lined with rubies and onyx at separate intervals, which form two small ringlets that cross over one another forming an infinity symbol. Without a sheath to call home, Allessandra's Zanpakutou is often tucked beneath the sash around her waste; where the thick pads of her medical wraps guard her from its edged blade.
 
Shikai Release Phrase: Formerly: Purge The Vile, Kirin! Current: Break free from your shackles, Kirin!

Shikai Appearance :
 

Upon speaking the Release Phrase Allessandra's Zanpakutou, Kirin, shatters in an amazing display of violent white Reishi that takes on the form of electricity. Along with it erupt Allessandra's current attire and the entirety of her visage becomes eclipsed in the burning light of her Spirit. These particles of reishi only manage to make it a few meters away from her body before they begin to circle around the feminine form from which they came from. Moments later they begin to reform over her flesh, altering both the form of her Zanpakutou and her clothes.

Upon reforming, Allessandra's Zanpakutou completely reshapes itself into an entirely different weapon class. Discarding its visage as a gladius, Kirin augments itself to better fit Allessandra's will to fight from a distance by taking on the form of a massive bow. Easily taller than the wielder herself is, Kirin's upper and lower arms are coated in a glimmering white fur that bares hints of blue. Upon the core of the bow reside two stabilizers that take on the shape of Kirin's horn. The horn upon the upper arm measures roughly a foot in length, while the horn upon the lower arm measures at nearly three feet. The entire core of Kirin is coated in a glorious gold plating that catches and reflects from its surface.

Unlike the traditional Zanpakutou Release, that only alters the Zanpakutou itself, Allessandra's Kirin also augments her garbing to allow for a more unrestricted movement. A single strip of grey cloth wraps around her chest in attempt to flatten her bosoms and prevent them from roaming free while a white fur coif hangs down her neck and shoulders; providing little padding down the sides of her chest. With the entirety of her mid drift left bare, only Allessandra's bottom half is covered by a scantly designed fur bikini with a fur skirting that only covers her rear. A pair of grey and white greaves stretch up to the middle of her thighs. These greaves are trimmed with white fur along her calves and ankles. Finally, Allessandra's hair is held back by a white furred headband that is topped with a single blue horn.

Shikai Abilities: Kirin's Release grants Allessandra a cadre of new abilities. When under the influence of his power, Allessandra is capable of creating and manipulating all forms of electricity. From the currents naturally running through the air to the smallest of currents running through the body, Kirin's dominion over Electricity is absolute; though he only grants Alless a small portion of that control through Shikai. Commonly Alless demonstrates Kirin's power over lightning by producing massive arrows made entirely of the element. However with a more precise control, Alless is capable of paralyzing thrashing patients. Another fine tuned use of this power is her ability to scramble the signals sent from the brain, causing an individuals body to move in any way other than how they want.
 

In The Beginning:

It was during the earliest years of the Roman Empires formation that Allessandra was birthed. Born the daughter of Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus and Livia Drusilla, Allessandra was practically designed from birth to be the perfect child to the Emperor of Rome. So superstitious was her father that upon seeing the swirling storm clouds within her eyes, he declared his bloodline was shared with that of Jupiter, God of All Creation. Her birth signified his rule by divine right.

At an early age Allessandra was the pampered child many had expected her to be. Despite how he ruled with an iron fist, Gaius demonstrated a kindness unseen by any others during his time alive. He was particularly fond of escaping the city with her in tow, and riding along the country side as they exploded the realm he ruled. Livia, at the time, was a far stricter parent than her husband and demanded what Gaius has demanded from all of their children prior: Education. If she was truly his symbol of divine right she would need to educate herself in the ways of Rome and of its enemies so that one day when she took on a husband, she could provide the support fitting of a Demigod.

For young Allessandra, no more than five to seven years of age, life was exceptionally easy. Possessing three elder brothers and her own personal troupe of Centurions, Allessandra feared nothing in the world her father ruled. Her lack of fear and general naivety were the cause of many problems for the first Emperor as his daughter would frequently escape from the palace only to sneak into underground gladiatorial arenas; a place no one of good standing should be caught dead in. Even worst yet, the young ivory haired Roman would happily announce who she was and what her father, and Jupiter, would do to those that would dare harm her.

It only took a few escapes before Gaius ordered his "symbol of divine right" to be guarded at all times. Day and night the child was watched and even had a pair of guards in her bedroom while she slept just in case she tried to sneak out in the middle of the night. The added security only managed to deepen Allessandra's lack of fear and drove her to more creative means of daredevilry. She'd walk the top ledges of the palace, calling down to the "ants" below and would leap from balcony to balcony just to get a reaction from all those around her. Life couldn't have been better for the child.
 

The Winds of Fate Change:

By the age of fifteen Allessandra was considered a grown woman by Roman standards. Because of her mother and fathers requirement that she be well educated, by this point in time she'd already become fluent in every nations language that Rome occupied and had even proved to be a quick study in the art of tactical warfare. Compared to her elder brothers, who cared little for anything other than their birth titles, Allessandra was particularly more fit to rule in her fathers stead than they were.

While they hadn't been exactly a perfect family in the past, the Octavians had allowed time and their positions of power to change them. Gaius in particular had changed the most. Power had corrupted him and his position as Emperor only solidified his belief that he was above all; including those in his family. With her husband no longer the "family" man she thought him to be, Livia began traveling more and more frequently to escape his abuse. Allessandra's brother's continued to keep their distance and only frequented the Capital when absolutely necessary. The large palace that had once held all manner of joy, wonder and love now felt empty to the maturing woman.

One night, whilst she and her father ate at the dinner table alone, Allessandra broached the subject of being married. At first Gaius seemed to ignore her attempt to make conversation and continued his meal as if she'd never spoken. It wasn't until she asked the question again that he paused. As calmly as ever he wiped his hand clean of any food before doing the same to his mouth. He then stood from his seat, and casually strode over to his young daughter. Tenderly he wrapped his arms around her, and kissed the top of her head. She couldn't remember the last time he'd done this. It wasn't until his embrace tightened to something more akin to strangulation that Allessandra realized something was wrong. With his hands tightly clenched around her neck, knuckles white with pressure, Gaius looked right into her storm clouded eyes. His words became engraved upon her soul that day: I'll never marry you off. You're all I have left. You're mine from now until forever.

Even as the curtains began to fall upon her world Allessandra could hear his words repeating in her mind.
 

The Caged Bird Could Fly No Longer:

After dinner on that destiny defying day, Allessandra awoke in her bed. The room she'd grown up in had changed overnight. Her door had been removed and in its place a wrought iron gate stood with two guards posted just beyond it. Her windows had become mortared shut, and her only source of lighting came from a series of candles placed strategically around the room. It wasn't until she padded her way over to the gates and attempted to ask the guards a question that she noticed it. Air passed through her swollen throat but no words followed. She was a caged bird without the ability to sing.

Time became nearly impossible for her to keep up with. Without the sun and moon to distinguish day from night, Allessandra's mind began to crumble. No one spoke to her, not even a word to let her know when food had been delivered. Instead they'd smack upon the gate with their swords before returning to their posts. Privacy had also become a thing of the past, and with every time she'd go to bathe herself she'd feel the prying eyes of the guards posted at her door. On a daily basis her father would stop by her room, only to stand on the other side of the gate and stare at her with hollow eyes.Things continued like this for many years, and each day Allessandra's mind slipped further and further away.

Some years later, Gaius found both of the guards peering into his daughters cell as she changed clothes; words of ill-intent passing from lip to ear. It was on that day that she heard her fathers voice for the first time as he screamed in a fit of jealous rage and ordered his Centurions to crucify them. It was on that fated day that her father appointed a single man to look after her. A man that Gaius had practically raised since birth.

Livianus Quintus.
 

The Key to Free the Bird:

It wasn't long after Livianus' appointment as Allessandra's guard that things began to change. With each meal he'd slip in a book for her to read, and would occasionally slip her small glasses of wine to help her sleep better at night; something he'd noticed she had trouble doing. Day in and day out he'd do as many small things for her as possible, and would even write her letters to update her on the events of the outside.

As with all stories where a young hero is introduced, love began to arise. With love at his side, Livianus began to take larger and larger risks. He'd slip into her cage and spend time with her when he knew the Emperor was sleeping. He'd read to her, and feed her and had even freed one of the bricks from her window so that she could finally see the sun and moon again. It was under that beam of pale light from the moon that he confessed his feelings to her, and where she confessed hers to him. With the moons veil as their only covering, the two consummated their love.

This continued on night after night for months, until one evening Allessandra realized she hadn't experienced her cycle in several moons. With the knowledge the two were to have a child Livianus began to make their plans to escape the Empire.
 

The Daring Escape and the Emperor:

In the dead of night Livianus made his move. He'd saved as much of his earnings as possible, but knew that the love of his life could no longer hide the growing lump upon her stomach that was their child. Swiftly he escorted her out of the palace through one of the Caesar's hidden pathways that only Centurions were aware of. Shuttling her into a small boat that he'd stocked with supplies he rowed them as quickly down the river as possible. They'd only have a few hours before Gaius awakened and came to check on his little caged bird..

North and into the mountains that journeyed towards their destination; an old cabin his deceased grandfather had once lived in. There they'd be safe from the Emperor, if only long enough for Alless to deliver their child. The mountains and forest would act as their shield and the narrow pathway that led to the cabin would give them plenty of time to spot any approaching soldiers.

Overnight, life for Allessandra had changed. She was greeted to a slew of new aromas and sights, reveling in every one of them. Like she was as a child, she'd sneak out of the cabin and explore the immediate area of the forest. As he wasn't a fool, Livianus would allow her to do so but would often trail some distance behind her to ensure that no harm came to she or their unborn child. Their child that would be arriving any day now.

Not even the howling of wolves could muffle the screaming of the woman in labor. For hours they pushed and screamed together, shared words of comfort and promises of bright futures. Once their child was in the world they'd have a complete family, one that could and would go anywhere in the world they wanted. They just had to wait to hear their child's first cry..

The door to the cabin flung open, and behind it stood the man they'd managed to elude for months. Behind him stood but a few of his guards who immediately rushed past their Emperor in order to apprehend the man they once called brother. Kicking and yelling they drug him into the darkness beyond the door way, leaving their Emperor to deal with his freed bird.

He walked as calmly as he had the first night he struck her. Between pained breaths and sweat stung eyes she watched as he approached her, his hand outstretched to caress her stomach. Incoherent words passed beyond his lips that curved into a smile that frightened her more than anything else ever had. Tenderly he continued to caress her stomach, continued to whisper those incoherent words to the unborn child. The glint of light against metal caught her eye but quickly vanished as it was plunged into her swollen stomach. Searing white hot pain overshadowed the pain of her birth, but the psychological pain she endured when she felt the final thrust of her child's foot eclipsed it all....

With the blade still embedded within her, the Emperor parted his toga before draping his larger form over her own. He whispered words of replacement and of pure blood.
 

Water is the worlds Magic Eraser:

The cold sting of rushing water and the roar of its raging waves were the first things Allessandra awoke to. The sun, looming over head, beamed rays of golden light upon her eyes causing her to blink multiple times before adjusting. The weigh of the raging waters made it difficult for her to sit up, and hadn't it been for a callused hand upon her shoulder she was certain she never would have been able to do so.

The man introduced himself as Toshiro, Finest Silk Weaver in all of Soul Society. Soul Society..Where was she? Once, twice, thrice she blinked while her hand shadowed her eyes from the suns rays. The scene was nothing like anything she'd ever seen..Wait..What had she seen before?

Try as she might, the only images she saw in her mind consisted of things that didn't make any sense. A white masked abomination lunged at her before splitting down the middle, revealing a blank faced individual in black robes. What was she remembering..?

Knowing all too well what the ivory haired woman was going through, the man known as Toshiro escorted her back to his small hut adjacent to the river. There, over a cup of tea, he explained things that would take her years to comprehend. She was dead. She was just a spirit residing in a place called the Rukongai. Either she'd found her own way here or something called a Shinigami had helped her move along. The white masked beast she saw in her memory was something called a Hollow. A beast that was once a human spirit that hadn't been as lucky as she. It all seemed very surreal..

Perhaps it was because Toshiro was lonely, or because he needed help in his ripe old age preparing the silk he made. Whatever the reason was, the male offered to take the woman in so long as she pulled her own weight and didn't bring any unnecessary trouble his way. Without any real idea where she was, or where else she could even go, Allessandra agreed to his terms.

Under Toshiro's guidance, Allessandra learned the art of weaving silk with only the bare essentials as her tools. The swiftly moving river served as their source of power and maggots as their source of material. She was amazed that people were willing to pay so much for something made from a creature so disgusting. Regardless, those peoples wasted money helped feed her and the man that had so kindly offered her room and board.

It was during one of these times that the pair were working to make a specially designed silk scarf that Toshiro injured himself. For unknown reasons the rivers current had increased in ferocity and upon its waves was carried a large rock. Before the older male could move out of the way the rock slammed into his calf and pinned his leg beneath its awesome weight. With the aid of their prodding stick, Allessandra freed his leg from beneath the rock only to reveal his crushed muscles and shattered tibia. Frantically she rushed back to the cabin to get supplies before returning by his side.

Toshiro had seen such injuries before, and without someone skilled in the healing Kido arts he'd never have use of the leg again. Conventional medical treatments weren't going to be of use. Under sobbing gasps and flowing tears Allessandra hugged him, apologizing for not being of more use. Against her cheek she felt his cheeks move and knew he was speaking yet what she heard wasn't his voice. No. The soft sound of crackling electricity buzzed in her ears and the incoherent whispers of an eruditely voice was all she heard. Feeling a small surge of power running through her body, her hands instinctively shifted over the mangled limb. Even through the tears that welled up in her eyes Allessandra could see the soft green glow emitting from the palms of her down facing hands.

Exhausted and in shock she stumbled back, panting rapidly to catch her breath. The view of the sky above her was obstructed by Toshiro as he leaned over her. He shook her, questioned her on if she was okay or not. He didn't seem to care that she'd used some sort of Hoodoo to fix him, which was entirely what her mind was focused on. She felt her body be lifted up from the grass just as her world turned black.
 

The Mysterious Power and Why it Should be Feared:

Alless awoke to the smell of seasoned meat on the boil. Her eyes were greeted by the sight of Toshiro, upon both legs, standing over the fire with ladle in hand. Upon hearing her mumbled words the male returned to her side, ushering her back into the comforts of her bed. He explained to her what had happened, and how he believed she used Kido to mend his leg. He further expressed his shock in that she was able to do so without tutoring or training.

On the surface Allessandra was overjoyed that she was able to finally help the man that had so graciously helped her. For once, in her time in this place, she'd proven to be more than a useless bum playing make believe silk maker. Yet, beneath it all she was terrified. Why was she different? Why did she have to have the ability and not someone else? For whatever reason she feared power in general, but the idea of having this sort of power frightened her beyond belief.

It didn't take long for word of mouth to carry Allessandra's reputation across most of the known district they resided within. At first there was only a small handful of people wanting her help. Then there were a dozen, then two dozen, then nearly fifty. Each morning she woke up to more people than she had the day before and all of them expected her help. With a heart unable to turn them away, Allessandra was forced to momentarily overcome her fear of her gift.

Many of the people that came to ask for her help were often unable to offer coin as payment. Not that she cared. While she feared the power within her, she was happy that she was capable to use it for a good cause. The feeling of helping others stirred something inside of her that helped her sleep better than she could ever remember sleeping, and the sight of their smiling, happy faces made her lips curl in a similar fashion.

One morning Allessandra awoke to a young boy, no older than five, who had been born without his right arm. While she had never generated something that had never been there, she had managed to perform similar procedures that gave her the confidence needed to attempt it. With a deep breath she called upon the powers she possessed and began the process. While taxing on her body, all appeared to be going well as the boys arm began to slowly reform. First it was the bone, sheer white in complexion, without any sign of deformity or fracture. Then it was the muscles and veins to coat the bone. Strong, sleek muscles that she did her best to model after the boys other arm. Finally she concentrated on the skin, willing it to generate from the shoulder down and using the old skin as a model. Almost entirely drained and on the verge of collapsing she fell back, her hands dropping to her side.

The boy smiled and thanked her, but when he went to hug her only his left arm moved. He blinked with a confused look upon his face. He questioned her why it wouldn't move. Believing that the boy just needed time to get used to it, Alless comforted him and assured that in time he'd learn how to use the arm as naturally as he used his other. Believing his miracle workers words to be true, the boy bolted off to his family.

A week passed when Alless was jarred awake by sound of someone pounding on their door. Behind it she found the boys father, with the boy clutched tightly in his arms. What her eyes saw then was forever burned into her mind. The arm that she had mended for the boy was entirely limp and infected beyond recognition. The skin had dried and shriveled. Worse yet the necrosis had begun creeping its way up his shoulder and onto parts of his body she hadn't touched. As quickly as possible she shoved everything off of the table and had the boy laid upon it. The arm itself was far too along for her to save it, but maybe she could still save him..

With Toshiro's aid they amputated the limb and with her gift sealed the wound. Afterwards she set herself to the task of ridding the creeping necrosis from the childs body. Minutes turned to hours and hours turned into a full day. It showed no signs of slowing down, and nothing she was doing was able to prevent its spread. This was her fault. Without truly understanding her power or the body, she had done this to him. His death was on her..
 

Rejection of a Gift & Arrival of a Hero:

After the incident with the boy, Allessandra shutdown. She refused to leave her bed, and refused to see or speak to anyone. She even refused to eat for herself, leaving Toshiro to forcibly do so for her. Her own ignorance and lack of know how led to the death of a perfectly innocent child. Child.. Every time she said the word in her mind a hot searing pain shot through her stomach nearly causing her to double over.

As a shell of her former self, Allessandra remained in the state for years only moving on the occasion to help Toshiro if he absolutely needed it. The incident involving the boy did little to keep the hordes of people from coming to ask for her help, and some even began to get angry when she denied them. Rather than shut the door in their face or leave Toshiro to deal with it, Allessandra urged them to punish her. Begged for them to do to her what she had done to the boy. None of them dared to. The look in her eyes showed that she was all too willing to accept whatever they dished out, and frankly that entirely apathetic look was terrifying.

On a stormy night, filled with flashes of brilliant gold light and vibrations of booming thunder, Allessandra laid in bed as she always had: Staring up at the ceiling. As per her usual, she lingered on thoughts of her past and why she was still accepting the truth that this place was the afterlife. Everyone and everything looked alive to her, and the boys death by her hands only solidified her belief that this wasn't what they said it was. If this were the afterlife, people wouldn't be able to die because they're already dead..

To prove her point she rolled out of the bed and strode the few feet required to be in the kitchen. Grasping the knife upon the table she brought it to her throat. The cold steel against her skin was oddly comforting, and the blade seemed to hum with the anticipation of severing flesh. With clenched eyes her fist tightened and muscles prepared to pull the blade across her skin.

The sudden boom of an angry voice frightened her to the point that she jumped back and dropped the knife; which stuck into the wooden floor board handle up. Her cloudy blue eyes looked around her to see who had said it, but found that the only person in the room was still sound asleep. Believing it was nothing but the thunder from outside, she kneeled to grasp the knife once again. Just mere moments before her fingers could curl around its sleek form she heard it again. This time it was clear. A powerful, dominating voice demanded she come to it.

The flash of lightening cast a shadow through the window. It oddly resembled a horses shadow with a large protrusion from its forehead but when she looked out the window all she saw was the trees dancing in the wind. When the next roar of thunder came so did the voice, repeatedly demanding she come to it however this time the voice was far more compelling. Her body moved without her telling it to, and carried her beyond the door of the hut and into the stormy night.

Outside her body was pelted by the large droplets of rain and the moisture caused her flowing ivory her to stick to her body like a second skin. Far from the hut her body carried her, leading her deeper and deeper into the darkness of the forest until she was completely lost. As if the rope around her body was suddenly cut, she fell to her knees. Every direction she looked appeared to be the same, with only tree after tree in sight. The fog around her was so thick that it was impossible to see her tracks. Oddly enough the thunder had all but ceased while the rest of the storm raged on. It wasn't until a flash of lightning nearly blinded her that she heard the voice again; this time it was much closer.

Spinning upon the ball of her heel, Allessandra found herself face to face with a massive white horse far larger in size than she was. Its mercurial gold eyes peered down at her with pity. The wind whipped its silk mane in all directions and gave it an incredibly regal appearance. Lowering its head even closer to her, the beast spoke. It demanded to know why "he" had to literally drag her to come see him after all he had done for her. It was then, upon hearing its voice and its question, that she recognized it. He was the one that had helped her save Toshiro. He was the one she could hear and feel around her when she healed the others.

Then the anger hit her. Like a ton of bricks her anger smacked into her, nearly knocking her off the ground she stood upon. Allowing it to wash over her, Allessandra lashed out at the massive unicorn before her screaming words of hate and disdain. She tried to dump the blame of the boys death onto it, demanding that it apologize to her for giving her the power it had. Instead it stood perfectly still and allowed her to hit on it as much as she wished to.

Exhausted from the constant swinging and screaming, Allessandra crumpled to her knees. Her arms lazily wrapped around its legs, hugging them close to her form. There she wept and wept some more, allowing the unicorns head to rest against her own.
 

Her Guide Through the Mist:

After that night, Allessandra's spirit remained a constant presence in her life. At first communicating with it, or as it called itself Kirin, was difficult. Their conversations were often short and broken up, but through daily practice the pair were eventually able to talk and interact with one another whenever they so wished it.

Kirin taught Alless about who, and what, he was. As her Zanpakutou Spirit he was the other half of her soul, the half that had split off after her death and arrival in Soul Society. Through him she could do all sorts of things, and together nothing was out of their reach. He further explained what exactly a Zanpakutou was, and how exactly she'd have to acquire it. The knowledge proved to help Allessandra greatly, as she now left the bed every morning and went to sit in the forest where she felt most connected to Kirin. There she'd focus and concentrate in the way Kirin explained for years, decades even.

With Kirin at her side, Allessandra no longer feared her power so much as she feared not knowing how to use it. She set herself upon the task of learning everything she possibly could about the human body. From bone names and locations, to organ locations and purposes; at least to the best she could at this time in the world. Through her readings, and personal experimentation, Allessandra was able to advance her medical knowledge well beyond what was currently available in the world. Kirin's promise that together they could accomplish anything was proving true.

After nearly fifty years of practicing, Alless finally managed to manifest her Zanpakutou without the need of an Asuachi. Its shape and form brought a mixture of pain and joy as she looked at it. Sensing her confusing mixture of emotions regarding the blades appearance, Kirin manifested behind her while laying down. Coaxing her to lay back against him, Kirin began to explain Alless' past and where it was exactly that she hailed from. In steady wave after wave, Kirin allowed the memories that he retained of their past life to flow into her however not all at once. Day after day they repeated the process, furthering their bond with one another through tears of pain and regret.
 

The Healer of the Rukongai Meets the Noble of Soul Society:

With her memories returned, Allessandra spent some time sifting through them. If Kirin had taught her anything it was to take from your past nothing but a lesson learned. Day in and day out Alless did as she was instructed as she rummaged through the memories and tried to learn from her human life. She placed no faith in the could have beens and instead focused on the what was. While her past was tragic and difficult to live with, she was able to take from it a deep understanding that through her hardships she could teach others. She could show others that such a life doesn't have to be so long as at least one person is willing to be your salvation. Like Livianus and Kirin were to her.

Choosing to be the salvation of the less fortunate, Allessandra stepped back into the role of Healer for all of the Rukongai citizens. Rather than wait at home for them to come to her she gathered up her belongings and vowed to Toshiro to return every so often. Without a word he nodded to her, and bestowed upon her his most cherished possession: A silk white scarf of a quality far superior than anything else he'd ever made. With tears of sadness Allessandra took the gift and placed but a single kiss upon his cheek before leaving.

It didn't take long for Allessandra's name to stretch through most of the Rukongai. A fair haired, storm eyed maiden of healing grace. Through each district she journeyed, stopping in each to offer her services to anyone that needed them. The good, the bad, the ugly, it didn't matter to her what their background was. Everyone deserved a chance to change, and she was more than willing to supply them with that chance.

Hundreds of years passed by with Allessandra performing the same duties day in and day out, and before she knew it she had managed to make her way all the way to District One; the closest to Seireitei she'd ever been. Word of mouth carried her name into the fortress home of the Shinigami and her natural talents specifically perked the interest of a particular Noble. As the Kido Corps Commander, Lancelot Aizawa, was the most intrigued by this womans reputation. Able to produce the Demonic Arts without an sort of training, she was certainly a diamond among rubies.

It was mid afternoon when she saw him. Tall, graceful and with a charming smile upon his face. With locks of golden hair he approached her, and for the first time she can remember she was actually entranced by the look of a man. Once he introduced himself most all of the people around bowed their head in respect, after all he was a Noble of the most prestigious family. Yet unlike the rest, Allessandra simply stared at him with eyes that asked if she was supposed to be impress. Of course she was impressed but not with his title. With a simple laugh he took a seat next to her and explained that he was just there to observe. Taking him as nothing more than a curious scholar, Allessandra continued on with her promises to the people. Day after day he returned and watched her. Studied her and her art. When questions arose he asked them without hesitancy, and she in return answered them to the best of her ability.

After nearly three years of this, the Noble requested that she accompany him to Seireitei and meet the rest of the Aizawa household. The idea of stepping into a place structured so militaristic scared her. She'd heard the stories of the Shinigami taking gifted Souls from the Rukongai beyond the walls, and those Souls never returned. Yet he didn't seem like the sort to deceive, and only after he promised her that she'd have a chance to visit the medical division did she agree to go with him.
 

The Unexpected Request and Induction:

Stepping beyond the gates was something Allessandra never would have thought she'd do in her entire life. Seireitei had always seemed like a place far off in the distance that was safe to look at but never to visit. Yet here she was, trailing beside one of the most renowned Nobles, on her way to meet the entirety of his household. To say the oldest living Shinigami was nervous was to put it lightly. Her stomach felt as though it contained all the butterflies in the world within its pit.

The estate was impressive, as it covered nearly as much space as the district she had first appeared in when coming to Soul Society. The house itself was also massive, easily large enough to house most of the citizens from her district. Guards and servants to the family hustled from here to there in performing their duties, occasionally staring at her as they did so. To them she was an outsider, someone of stature that was far beneath even them. Why she was allowed to not only enter the estate grounds but speak so casually to their Lord infuriated them.

Through the front doors and down a series of hallways she was led before stopping in front of a massive set of double doors. Beyond them she could hear the voices of several individuals. Two females, two males. She clearly remembers Lancelot's laugh and the hand upon her own. His words of encouragement helped push away the anxiety threatening to overtake her. With a deep breath she broached the threshold.

Beyond them she was introduced to the Heads of the family; Aizawa Mokuba and Junko. Mokuba reminded her very much of Lancelot with his genuine smile though the weary look in his eyes told her that he'd been through much in his lifetime. Junko shared a similar hair color and exuded an aura that reminded her of a mothers warmth. After Allessandra was introduced to them, they introduced their children; Aizawa Jasper and Mana. The boy looked like a dork and the daughter reminded her of a viper. With their introductions finished, Alless was offered a seat and asked to join them for dinner as they discuss things. Everything had been going relatively smoothly before Lancelot made his request...

He wanted Allessandra to be adopted into the Aizawa's...

At that moment, she was certain no one else's jaw dropped as far as her own. Why did you want that? She was a nobody, and despite her lineage as a human, had no interest of returning to Nobility. Not to mention if she was adopted, he'd become her family and family didn't...

She didn't wait for their response. Instead she excused herself from the table and ran out the door that she had entered. Through the maze of halls and corridors she ran, frantically trying to avoid the life that he was so eager to bring her into. Through a patch of servants she ran before ducking out the back door. Into the garden she ran, tears welling up in her eyes. She could hear Kirin's words of comfort, but ignored them to the best of her ability. It wasn't until she heard his booming voice and command for her to stop that she did so. By the large koi pond she hid, ducked behind a cherry tree where hopefully no one would find her. She didn't want this, she didn't need this. She just wanted to run back to Toshiro's hut and stay there for the rest of her life.

Kirin manifest beside her, body gently curling around her form. He spoke reason as he debunked her thoughts. What she wanted wasn't to hide from the world. She wanted to help people in every way she could. As a Noble she'd be able to offer assistance in more ways than just healing their wounded, she'd be able to help them with food and clean water. She'd be in a position to restore their living conditions and..and... Triumphantly her Zanpakutou Spirit stood, head lowered to help her to her feet as well. He urged her to go apologize for her outburst and to await their answer to Lancelot's request. She had nothing to lose but so much to gain.

Doing as she was told, Allessandra stumbled her way back through the garden and manor before hesitantly entering the dinning hall once again. She bowed, appearing as if she'd suddenly snapped in half. Tears gently streamed down her puffy red cheeks and she asked for forgiveness. She was first greeted by an unfamiliar hand upon her chin. It lightly gripped her and guided her body back into an upright position, allowing her to gaze upon the one responsible. Mokuba, with soft smile from ear to ear, gazed down at her through eyes that no longer appeared as sad as they had been. His voice was calm and gentle as he spoke to her, explaining why it was that they were going to accept Lancelot's request. Unlike most others, who would have been overjoyed to be adopted into such a family, she had left to give it some thought. She wasn't hasty like most. Wise beyond her years, Mokuba stated he couldn't think of any other type of person he'd rather have in his family.

And so her journey began as Aizawa Allessandra; Shinigami of Seireitei.
 

The Beginnings of a Humble Noble:

Allessandra’s first days as a Noble were filled with registering for the school that all Shinigami must graduate from: Shinōreijutsuin. The sensation of hundreds or more eyes upon her still lingers in her memory to this day, and she’s clearly able to recall the whispers passing between the students. As a noble she was already bound to stick out like a sore thumb, but as an adopted noble there was practically no where for her to hide. Many expected her to be some sort of genius in a given field or for her to possess an extraordinary amount of spiritual pressure. She feared that she might let the Aizawa down before she was even given a chance to prove herself worthy of them.

The first class she was to attend was the practice and use of Demonic Arts, or Kido. Luck was certainly by her side considering Kido was the one thing she’d been using for well over a thousand years. One by one the instructor called the students onto the field to demonstrate what they currently knew and Allessandra couldn’t help but laugh at some of them. One boy attempted to produce a Sho spell but succeeded only in creating a massive explosion between himself and the instructor; both went flying from the sheer force. Another student attempted to use a Bakudo and ended up binding themselves in the most hilarious of ways. One at a time people fell off of the list until her name was called. With as much of confidence as possible she approached the teacher. It wasn’t until she realized that she was missing a rather vital material. A patient. Her use of the more offensive Kido Arts weren’t nearly as accomplished and the idea that she might mess up in some way loomed in the back of her mind.

Kirin, as always, presented her with a solution. If she didn’t have a patient at hand then she’d just have to make herself one. Grasping her Zanpakutou and drawing it from the enclosure of her sash, Alless drew its blade harshly across the base of her middle finger. Students and instructor alike gasped as the finger was almost completely severed from her hand with only a small bit of muscle keeping it attached. While the pain had been sharp it dulled in comparison to the pain she’d endured throughout her life. With a deep breath she clasped her free hand over the wounded one and began concentrating. Just as she had done hundreds of thousands of times before Alless coaxed the wound into mending itself, and before long the opposing tissues connected and the would fully healed. With a waggle of her finger she proved that not only was the wound healed but the finger was functional as ever. The shocked students and instructor remained quiet for a few moments but soon after a series of light claps followed. She had succeeded in not disappointing them.

Her next class consisted of more combat centric styles. Zanjutsu was certainly at the bottom of her list, as she’d never been forced to actually draw her blade nor had she ever had reason to practice with it. The idea of user her Zanpakutou to cut someone down bothered her as it went against her nature to harm rather than to heal. Even so she knew that she’d have to become at least moderately skilled in the art if she were to please the Aizawa. The much could have been said for her Hakuda training, though she proved to be slightly more adept in it than Zanjutsu.

Flash Step. The ability to quickly go from one location to another with as few steps as possible. This one frightened her more than the others. How was she supposed to do that? The philosophy behind it baffled her, and she had little doubt in her mind that she’d struggle to perform the art at even a basic level.

The final of her classes, and easily her favorite of them all, didn’t involve any sort of combat training or moving at retarded speeds. Instead it revolved around becoming “one” with the Zanpakutou. Learning its name, learning to communicate with it, to journey to the world that it lived within. The vast majority of students all possessed an Asuachi; a blank Zanpakutou that they were supposed to imprint their true one upon. Unlike the masses, Allessandra had been doing everything this class taught with ease for hundreds of years. She already possessed her legitimate Zanpakutou and was able to communicate with Kirin whenever she wished to. Because of her advanced stage the instructor decided to explain to her the next step. Kirin, in unison with the teacher, explained word for word what Shikai was. As the next stage in her Zanpakutou’s evolution it would allow her to tap into Kirin’s latent abilities and add them to her own. Never in her life had she trained to adamantly.

Months sailed by with her talking with Kirin more and more, attempting to learn the finer arts of Shikai. Learning the release phrase was the easiest part, but learning how to harness and control one’s Reiatsu was a completely different matter. Fortunately Kaido required the user to do just that, and with her long years of practice in the art Alless already had a fair idea where to start. Her after school time was mainly occupied with training. Lancelot often volunteered himself, and taught her as much as he could. After their sessions she would return to the large Koi Pond and practice harnessing her spiritual pressure. After a grueling eight months she’d not only learned to control it but had also learned how to shape and mold it to her desire; commonly forcing it to take on the appearance of her Zanpakutou Spirit. Some months after, Alless successfully released into Shikai.
 

The Centuries Spent in the Third:

Almost immediately after graduating the academy in her fifth year, Alless was accepted into the Third Division. If her adopted mother hadn’t been the acting Captain of the division at the time, she would have been incredibly surprised to be accepted so quickly.

Given her extensive practice in medicine and advanced procedural methods, Alless was tasked with seeing over the day to day needs of clinic. She acted as both a doctor and a surgeon, tending to her patients needs in a fashion unlike any others. She took a direct interest in them and even went as far as remembering each individuals name. To her they were more than patients. They were future friends, comrade in arms and unique individuals that deserved the courtesy of being treated as such. It was because of her unique interest in the patient that she quickly became one of the prefered doctors in the Gotei.

Through much of her first few hundred years, Allessandra was tasked with accompanying small troops of Shinigami into the Rukongai to deal with Hollow’s that had managed to slip in. As their medical support she supplied them with all the necessities to remain alive during and after battle. She even took the time to help any of the local residents of the District, refusing to leave to the next location until she’d managed to at least help those in dire need.

It was shortly after her two thousandth birthday that she received her orders to accompany a pair of Fifth Division members to the World of the Living. Unlike during her time in the academy, where they went to a secluded location in the mountains, this time she was to be stationed in a large city known as Karakura. She’d be forced to endure the mental trauma of seeing exactly how much things had changed since her time alive. Sure, she’d read books and had even watched the little things called movies but this was the real deal.

Her first step out of the Senkaimon was the most brutal. Unlike the Dangai, which was eerily quiet, the city in which she’d just appeared in was anything but. Large metal contraption with wheels, that she knew were called cars, zoomed down the paved streets and blared their horns at pedestrians that ran out in front of them. Hundreds of thousands of voices overlapped one another making it difficult to pick out any given word. It was all incredibly overwhelming and Alless struggled to maintain her composure. If not for Kirin, she likely would have been unable to.

Their mission was to span over the course of an entire year and during that time they were to thin out the Hollow horde while guiding the souls of the dead. At first the pair of Shinigami from the Fifth Division had little faith in the Third Division sister when it came to battle. Like many Shinigami they believed she lacked the abilities to legitimately battle a Hollow. Because of this they rarely allowed the woman to participate in their battles, preferring she sit in the back and wait for them to call upon her.

On one such occurrence the team came across an unusually fast Hollow that continually ran from their attempts to engage it. After hours of continually chasing after it the group had begun to tire and the pair of Fifth Shinigami wanted to simply leave it to someone else. Refusing to accept their decision Alless released her shikai and continued to pursue the fiend. After waiting for it to believe it was no longer being chased she loosed a volley of arrows from a distance. Before it even knew the arrows were upon it, the Hollow was slain.

Just six months into their assignment the Shinigami received an order to return to Soul Society immediately.
 

The Dictator and His Thirst for Conquest:

Their first sight of home was their Captains. Leaving with the Captain of the Fifth, Alless was left standing in front of Junko. Quietly she explained what had happened in the past months. Lancelot was gone in all but body and a man calling himself Gilgamesh arose. Inserting himself as Soul Society’s true king, he demanded obedience from his “worshippers”. Her instincts told her to run, to leave everything she knew behind. The last time she was under the rule of a dictator she had been caged, left to live the life of a prisoner in her own home. Hadn’t it been for Kirin calmly reminding her of the things Lancelot had done for her she likely would have left through the same Senkaimon she had previously stepped through.

Under the rule of Gilgamesh things had improved to a degree. Under his iron fist, the Shinigami acted as a legitimate military force that struck with precision and unison. For the first time that she had noticed, the Divisions also worked together more closely to orchestrate more powerful strike forces. Unfortunately the good that came with his rule was often overshadowed by his merciless attitude and streaks of violence. There was also the fact that he was clinically insane, and this fact was further proven when he announced his plan to invade Hueco Mundo. As if he had forgotten about the balance, his goal was to eradicate the Hollow on their home turf so that they’d never rise up again.

Stepping onto the desert wasteland of Hueco Mundo, Allessandra’s eyes were greeted with the sight of bloodshed. Shinigami and Hollow alike through themselves at one another. Men and women screamed as the Hollow’s attempted to sate their insatiable appetite with them. Hollow’s howled in agony as Shinigami cut them down and explosions set off in the distance as the strongest of the strong clashed.

It was there amongst the explosions that Allessandra traveled. Tasked with the duty of overseeing the injuries of the Captains and Vice Captains, she was ordered to patrol their fighting grounds and ensure they didn’t succumb to their injuries. It was during this time that she witnessed one of the most catastrophic battles she’d ever seen. A masked Captain battled an Espada that looked to be some sort of fox human hybrid. Rapidly it dashed in and out of melee range, loosing earth quaking Cero from its mouth. Despite the power the Espada possessed, the Captain proved to be more than capable of withstanding its Cero before managing to pin it to the ground. With bone shattering power, the Captain ended the conflict with two single blows to the head. Blood gushed through the gashes in his skin, and much of his body suffered from second and third degree burns. Refusing to allow a man of such power abandon his position by Gilgameshes side, Alless did what she was born to do. With a simple thanks the ebony haired, Hollow masked wearing, Captain left to enter another fray.

As she watched the Captain wade through the masses, Allessandra sensed the rapidly approaching presence of an Arrancar behind her. Unable to turn in time, she suffers a grizzly blow to her shoulder. With only a moment to spare, she used her ability to heal to simply stop the flow of blood from the wound before retaliating. Try and as she might the Arrancar proved to be much too fast for her to land a blow with her arrows. One after another the Arrancar loosed barrage after barrage of Bala, forcing her to remain on the defensive. Knowing all too well that she was needed elsewhere, Alless decided to risk everything in attempts to end the conflict quickly. In a display of Kirin aided speed she rushed towards the Arrancar before stopping less than a foot away from it. To a knee she dropped and loosed a volley of arrows directly into its chest. However the Arrancar would not die alone. With its final breaths it opened a Garganta behind her, and with a mighty kick of its leg sent her flying into the abyss.
 

A Black Abyss and a Cabin Forgotten:

Alless found herself drifting within an ocean of darkness accompanied only by all manner of slain bodies. From these bodies rose specters that whispered words of disappointment to her. She, who prided herself as Soul Society’s most dedicated Doctor, had failed the masses. She’d left them to rot while tending only to the “superior” Shinigami Captains. She’d been a liar that claimed to fight for the little man, and in her final moments on the field her liar came to light. They forced their visions upon her, blinding her of the darkness around her for it was too kind to someone like her. Instead they replaced her sight with the images of their deaths. Bloody and gruesome she was forced to watch them die over and over again. After she’d become numb to their deaths they pulled her memories to the surface and recreated the last moments of her life. With the final kick of her child felt within her womb she could hear her lovers yells of pain as the hammers drove the nails into his palms. The dominant figure of her father loomed over her crimson tainted clothes. She screamed, and screamed. Cried until she was out of tears. With her sobs drowning out the specter’s voices she lost consciousness.

Her eyes snapped open and were greeted by the clear blue sky above. Her breath could be easily seen passing beyond her craggy lips and her body ached. It felt as though she’d been frozen alive. Accompanied by the howling of the wind was the crackling of fire. Stiffly she turned her head towards the source. A small fire had been made a few feet away and on the otherside was its creator. Pale blonde hair cascaded down his black coated back, and his pale blue eyes appeared as cold as the tundra she laid upon. With what energy she could muster she sat up, only just then noticing her shoulder and arm had been bandaged. With a voice of velvet the man spoke and tossed a can of preserved food at her. He said something about her needing to eat after having slept for so long. Kirin backed the strange males words.

No. She didn’t deserve to eat when so many would never be able to do so again. Yes she did, Kirin urged. In a fit she grasped the gold steel of his hilt and hurled it over the cliff not far from her. With a heavy sigh the blonde haired man shook his head, but kept his words to himself. It was behind the man that she saw it. An old stone cabin resided a few yards from them. Without a door or windows, it appeared to have been abandoned years ago. Having noticed her staring at it, the man mentioned it was just a camping location for hikers now. He further told her a story of Rome; one of lost hope, love and betrayal. On his feet now, he walked over to her and offered to show her the graves. The graves..

The final straw in it all, Allessandra’s mind snapped. Coldly she ignored the man and instead shifted back down onto the ground below with her soulless eyes glued on the cabin. Sun became moon and back again countless times while she remained unchanged. Refusing to eat she began to wither away..

Abruptly she was awoken as the blonde haired stranger shook her awake. In his hand he held a spoon over her mouth. Eat was his only words. She remained silently, denying his attempts to feed her. With a strength fitting of a man in his condition he forced her mouth open before shoveling the bit of food in. Chew. He ordered while forcing her bottom jaw up and down. When he noticed she was about to spit it out at her he used his other hand to clamp down on her mouth. Try as she might, he refused to let up. They danced like this for hours before she finally gave in. The course food hurt her dried throat and the sudden occupation of something inside her stomach made her feel sick. With some care he poured some water into her mouth. After feeling that she had ate enough, the man went back to his position across the fire. From there he watched over her.

In the middle of the night a snow storm began. Bone chilling winds tore through the mountain side and the flurry of snow made it difficult to see. The fire had begun to die and beyond it was just an empty hunk of wood that the man used to sit upon. Startled by his sudden disappearance after having always been there for the past several months, Alless sat up and looked around her. Through the howling of the wind she thought she heard something. She waited for a moment and listened. Nothing. Blaming it on the wind she went back to looking for the man that had been taking care of her. Then she heard it clearly. In the distance a child was crying. No, not a child. A baby.

Frantically she climbed to her wobbly feet and pushed through the darkness. Every few seconds she’d hear the cry again. Down the trail she walked for what seemed like hours. Her legs screamed at her for expecting so much out of them after refusing to use them for so long. Despite their protests she went on while bracing her weight against the side of the mountain. Her foot kicked something that went skidding across the icy ground. Dropping to her hands and knees she crawled after it. Shielding her eyes from the storm she looked at the object only to find it was her Zanpakutou. Upon its side it sat, blade pointing off to her right. Gripping it by the hilt she stood to her feet once again and found a small opening in the direction it had been previously pointing. Protected from the wind due to its shape, she stumbled inside. With the nooks natural protection from the weather, she was able to see it clearly.

The blonde haired man stood before two slabs of stone. With how they were shaped and the heavily worn writing upon their surface, one could tell they were grave markers. Taking a step closer, she tried to make out the worn words. He asked her if he knew what they said. With a shake of her head, he told her that he’d been coming to this place for a long time. They were the graves of his wife and unborn child. He turned to face her, the motion brushing his glorious gold hair away from the right side of his face for the first time. Behind that curtain she saw it. A fragment as white as bone that covered parts of his cheek and around his eyes. He told her they’d been taken away from him by a greedy man. With each word he stepped closer towards her, those crystal blue eyes no longer appearing as cold. Perhaps it had been the tears welled up against his lids that had thawed them. His eyes, then and there, made him look nothing like the monster he truly was. He continued on by telling her that his wife had managed to find peace in another land, despite his attempts to keep her by his side. He told her how he’d been watching over her for so long, keeping her safe from harm.

Her lips quivered as he broached the final inches between them. His lips hovered over hers and the tears began to trace down his masculine features. Then their lips met. Her body reacted on its own, causing her lips to dance with his in a kiss between lost lovers. It felt as if they were going to kiss forever, and she couldn’t find a single fiber in her being that was unhappy with that thought. However with as quickly as it began it came to an end. His forehead rested against her own and he allowed his eyes to meet the gaze of her own; his face no longer hidden beneath the curtain of blonde hair. He told her she had to go back. For him. For their child. She had to find their child. Only then could they regain what they had lost...A family.

With one final kiss he opened some sort of portal unlike any she’d ever seen before. With a gentle push he forced her into it, and just before it closed she could hear his words..

Until next time, Allessandra.



 

A sandaled foot stepped into a puddle of stagnant water. Streams of brown and red trailed down the white sock, staining its pure nature. Sweat mingled with droplets of blood, some dangling upon the thin pale line of the woman’s lips. The taste was familiar. Common even, as it had been a reoccurring thing in her life. Mending one wounded individual after the next to the point of the exhaustion, this was certainly the Snow White Queen’s norm. A norm she had come to hate under recent events.

Slate blue hues skimmed over the area, the background lit green from the light emitting from her hands. Most of the innocent by standers had met an unfortunate end, though a select lucky few were still salvageable. She hated thinking that way. Before such events, every individual was a unique being, hailing from a different land with different cultural habits and personalities. Yet now they were a group. A group of ‘by standards’ that may or may not be ‘salvageable’. They ceased to be unique so long ago in her mind.

The columns of ice would have been beautiful under different circumstances, but now they merely served as markers. Objects that marked her next destination after she finished with the one prior. At each she found the same. The dead. The wounded. How had things taken this kind of turn? It seemed inconceivable for something like this to have happened, and in such a relatively short time span. It left the woman in a state of bewilderment.

Here and there her hues fell upon the Shinigami that had been ordered to carry out these acts of murder; one could hardly call an extermination justice. Most seemed to be wearing porcelain masks; masks which had been left unattended for far too long. She could visibly see the exhaustion they all bore, like an old worn out coat. By the looks on their faces, she could even tell they themselves couldn’t believe the atrocities carried out by their very own hands. If only she could convince them that all they were doing was following orders. Orders that if disobeyed would likely result in a trip to the Maggots Nest, if not something far far worse.

As she climbed to her feet, her head tilted back, sending countless strands of white hair cascading down her back. A light veil covered the moon, allowing only a few rays of pale light to escape. One such ray happened just upon her, causing her naturally milk white skin to glow faintly. As much as she wanted to feel some kind of warmth, even from such a miniscule source, the only thing she felt was cold. Sheer, stark, bone chilling cold. Was she any better than these men? While she wasn’t the one taking the life, she was the one meant to keep them alive. By allowing them to live, was she not just as guilty? Was it truly any different than swinging the sword herself?

No. The fiend whispered, pitch black fingers plucking at a few strands of hair from behind.

I wasn’t talking to you. Alless sniped, as she spun and swatted at the air behind her.

You weren’t talking at all. It snickered, spiraling around her. Alless could feel prying eyes upon her. She could only imagine she looked like a loony, swatting at something invisible. She knew she looked like one.

“ Ma’am. “ A Shinigami stopped before her, lowering his head in some half attempted bow. “ A man is in need of your attention. “ He turned, and pointed in the direction.

She didn’t respond, nor did she hurry to the location. She lacked the energy to hustle, as most others did. It was near impossible to miss the one the other Shinigami spoke of. He was riddled in wounds, and his flesh was unlike anything Alless had ever seen. She also noticed there wasn’t any noticeable blood, which she too found odd considering his injuries. What she had noticed was how filthy the man was. She simply refused to treat a mans injuries with such a high chance of infection.

She noticed a well were several men stopped to quench their thirsts or rid the blood from the hands and faces. As she approached, several of the men stepped aside allowing her to collect of bucket for herself. This would have to do for now.

Silently, she strode towards the man carrying the bucket in one hand. She remained still of tongue as she knelled before him, bucket at her side. The clothe at her legs tore, revealing the middle of her thigh. It was the only large strip of cloth she had that wasn’t soiled. If only she had more supplies.

Thin, frail digits folded the material. Once, twice, thrice it was folded before she dunked the silk into the water. “ You’re going to have to lean back. “ She spoke her words gently, storm clouded orbs peering at the male. “Other wise cleaning such a wound will be difficult. “

She removed the thick white padding from across her abdomen. At least it should have been white, though one could imagine as to why it wasn’t now. She held it behind the mans head and back, against the stack of barrels. She knew it wasn’t much of a comfort, but it was the best she could offer.

The Romans must have had several things in mind when they created their tool of war. It served countless purposes on the battlefield, from hacking an opponent to ribbons, to even being a thrown weapon thanks to its rather balanced proportions. Yet, Alless wondered if they had created the weapon, the one that had slain millions and enslaved far more, for the purpose of which she used it now. The short, thick tipped blade slipped beneath the mans’ torn and tattered shirt. Frail, delicate bronze hued digits grasped a heft of the cloth, as she cut through its material.

“ I’m sorry, but cleaning a wound such as this would be difficult with a shirt on, guerriero. “ She spoke her words firmly, as she removed the last bit of cloth from the males’ torso. Her accent was much thicker than usual, as if someone had slathered a tidy sum of Italian upon it. Even she noticed the unusually thick drawl in her tone, though she could draw several reasons as to why it would be so.

Player Alias: Alex/Alless/Ally
Desired starting GP?:Whatever
How long have you been roleplaying?:10-12 years?
How did you find out about us?: Google from forever ago.
Were you referred here by anyone? If so, by whom?:Not at first; returned because of Jasper.
Please tell us any other approved characters you have on BG:None that are active.