Post by Masuka Pintaro on Mar 20, 2017 16:00:45 GMT -5
M A S U K A P I N T A R O
Age / Apparent Age: 777 years / Mid twenties
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6'4" & 138 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: His hair is a neat mop of ginger, his eyes two sea-green pools.
Positive Traits: Humble, Loyal, Conversational, Careful
Negative Traits: Ruthless, Obsessive, Unstable, Cowardly, Envious
Loyalties: His heart and soul belong to his superiors, and at the top of that chain of command sits the Queen of Las Noches. His allegiance lies most strongly with her.
Snapshots:
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: Masuka’s a tall man. A tall, thin, pale-skinned man with long, ropey limbs and a total lack of muscle mass. Skeletal, in a word. And crowning this skeleton is a head that resembles a head, but stranger. A thin, angular face is the canvas onto which sharp, mousy features are painted; everything from his coiled little lips to his needle-like eyes looks stretched, twisted and alien. And that’s ignoring the small plate of bone that rests atop the Arrancar’s left eye, concealing the sea-green iris beneath and replacing it with an ugly yellow flare. The fragment cuts through the mop of ginger hair that frames Masuka’s head, jutting out to the side by a few centimeters.
He’s got a sinister, malicious edge to his look, but it’s all buried beneath equal parts of prim elegance and sickly weakness. Visually, he gives off mixed wavelengths. Masuka stands straight, always extending himself to his maximum height, but his body language is incredibly closed off and guarded - the Arrancar keeps his arms close, at most gesturing with his hands and even then only minimally. His steps might look smooth and elegant, but the way he moves is almost robotic, as if any slack or abandon would go against Masuka’s programming. Short, swift steps flow into sharp turns and continue into more short, swift steps, completely forgoing curves and arcs in favour of maintaining some unspoken rule about moving in right-angles.
And then there’s his voice. There’s nothing immediately off-putting about the way Masuka talks, unless you’re annoyed by that high-pitched, half-sigh kind of raspiness. But if you listen to the man for a while, you’ll notice the strange lack of tonal variation throughout his speech. His words retain a respectful, upbeat sound, the kind you hear in forced compliments or white lies, and those words are usually flowery and verbose anyways. It’s only broken whenever things really start going south for Masuka, wherein a tiny jitter and a small stutter will seep through into his dialect as he desperately clings on to the shaky facade of calm.
If nothing else, though, Masuka's at least consistent with his attempted presentation. Flowing robes and cloaks make up most of his wardrobe, usually in some kind of blue or purple, and always strangely plain and unassuming in design.
Spiritual Description: Masuka's reiatsu coils around him like a thin layer of mist, a green-tinted fog that drifts far beyond its point of origin. It can be difficult to see at times, mostly because of its relative lack of substance, but the steady swirl of spirit energy has a distinct, tickly chill to it, and the sheer reach of the gaseous substance is hard to avoid. At times of stress - which nowadays seem far more frequent than the Arrancar would like - the ethereal airs begin to lose their order and stability, whilst also visibly retracting towards their source. The mist suddenly becomes a clump of thick fog, twisting violently around Masuka and Masuka alone, as if it were trying to do him harm.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: Masuka is nothing. Less than nothing. His own talents and skills are, by his own admission, nothing special, and worthless when compared to the myriad gifts of those around him. He's got a crippling inferiority complex that stems from a life dictated by his own weakness, and his refusal to acknowledge himself has long since surpassed illogical. The Arrancar is thus left entirely without confidence, and entirely without trust in his ability to complete any given task. Not that it hasn't done him any good, though. Some situations require a little less bravado and a little more staying away, and in such situations, Masuka is more than capable of treading lightly and carefully. But there are also times when the only thing standing between Masuka and success is the man's own cowardice - an obstacle he hasn't yet found a way around. Worse yet, the Arrancar is aware of this great fault of his. He knows just how spineless he is, and that knowledge feeds into the burning pit of self-hate that spews out the Arrancar 's immeasurable envy.
It's the envy that always defines him, in the end. In life, it sunk its fangs into his heart and poured spite into his soul. In death, it has shriveled up his spirit, causing him to simultaneously adore and fear everything. It's the envy that'll destroy him, in due time, but it's also what binds his heart to the Queen of Las Noches. In the people around him, Masuka sees things he desires for himself. Traits he wishes were his, things he longs to have. These things draw him closer to their beholders. Masuka himself has mistaken it for genuine affection, when in truth, the man is just desperate to get closer to those that he idolizes. And the Queen is the epitome of that idolisation. She stands so far above him, so he craves her approval as a form of temporary self-affirmation.
To this end, he serves her loyally and dutifully. And not just her, either. To everyone above him - which is every Arrancar in Hueco Mundo as far as Masuka's concerned - he is respectful and polite. He puts on a delicate mask of humility and etiquette, all in an effort to hide his inherent instability. Because inside, Masuka is incredibly unstable. His mind is filled with insecurities, doubts and concerns, never able to accept the fact that someone might actually like or appreciate him. That would go against his self-image. Yet he also desperately wants to be liked and accepted, and his conflicting doubts and desires can oftentimes spiral into an obsession with a certain someone. He'll keep coming back to them, nipping at their heels, driven by equal parts of fear and hope.
He pursues acknowledgment ruthlessly, willing to go to any lengths to appease his superiors. His morals are always as flexible as they need to be at any given time. Yet for all the trouble he goes through to make those above him happy, sometimes he just isn't able to. Sometimes he fails, sometimes he disappoints. And when he does, and he hears even a hint of displeasure in someone's voice, his mask begins to crack and shatter. The man can have outbursts of violent hatred, almost always directed at himself. He'll talk to himself, yell at himself, scream at himself, and do so much more, almost always regretting it later. But he'll always do that in private. He'll never let people see what he's really, and he'll never, ever stop wearing that mask. It's as much a part of him as anything else.
Masuka's thoughts on each individual race are as follows:
Shinigami: As per his allegiance to Las Noches, these people are his enemies. A long, dangerous life has taught him to fear these sword-weilding death gods, and the Arrancar is more than aware of the extent of their capabilities. Suffice it to say that he is spiteful towards the race as a whole, particularly towards the sheer arrogance expressed in some of their more notorious campaigns. Prefers to avoid these lot, unless their weak enough to take out with little difficulty.
Quincy: Masuka feels an inexplicable sense of nostalgia towards this branch of mortals, as well as a strong hesitation when it comes to potentially harming them. Their techniques are a relative mystery to him, but he can't help but feel a certain familiarity whenever he sees one in use. This all conflicts with the Arrancar 's desire to serve Las Noches as dutifully as possible, and it is one part of his persona that he wishes would just disappear. Masuka finds himself drawn to the Quincy, against his better nature.
Hollows: Each Hollow fascinates Masuka one way or another, be it through their power, their looks, or their actions. Not much to say here other than that; beyond a scientific interest in the creatures, he's fairly neutral towards them. At times, he'll show just a shred of sympathy towards a weaker Hollow - mostly out of an understanding of how it feels to be weak at that stage of evolution - but he'll rarely let that get in his way.
Arrancar: His people. The Arrancar are Masuka's kin, and he forces himself to view all of them with respect and admiration. The man can often feel inadequate for an Arrancar, constantly surrounded by individuals whose power dwarfs his own. In his eyes, this race is the pinnacle of perfection, and his existence threatens to ruin that.
Variants: Neutral.
Goals: Masuka's only current goal is to earn a place in the Espada. Though the power granted by such a position is enticing, it means little to Masuka compared to recognition and praise. That's what he's really after, and it's why he seeks to climb the Hollow hierarchy - he wants to make those he envies proud, especially the Queen.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Aspect of Death:
Power:
Zanpakutō:
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
Rise to Power:
Call to Action:
P R I V A R O N, # 1 0 5
Age / Apparent Age: 777 years / Mid twenties
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 6'4" & 138 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: His hair is a neat mop of ginger, his eyes two sea-green pools.
Positive Traits: Humble, Loyal, Conversational, Careful
Negative Traits: Ruthless, Obsessive, Unstable, Cowardly, Envious
Loyalties: His heart and soul belong to his superiors, and at the top of that chain of command sits the Queen of Las Noches. His allegiance lies most strongly with her.
Snapshots:
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: Masuka’s a tall man. A tall, thin, pale-skinned man with long, ropey limbs and a total lack of muscle mass. Skeletal, in a word. And crowning this skeleton is a head that resembles a head, but stranger. A thin, angular face is the canvas onto which sharp, mousy features are painted; everything from his coiled little lips to his needle-like eyes looks stretched, twisted and alien. And that’s ignoring the small plate of bone that rests atop the Arrancar’s left eye, concealing the sea-green iris beneath and replacing it with an ugly yellow flare. The fragment cuts through the mop of ginger hair that frames Masuka’s head, jutting out to the side by a few centimeters.
He’s got a sinister, malicious edge to his look, but it’s all buried beneath equal parts of prim elegance and sickly weakness. Visually, he gives off mixed wavelengths. Masuka stands straight, always extending himself to his maximum height, but his body language is incredibly closed off and guarded - the Arrancar keeps his arms close, at most gesturing with his hands and even then only minimally. His steps might look smooth and elegant, but the way he moves is almost robotic, as if any slack or abandon would go against Masuka’s programming. Short, swift steps flow into sharp turns and continue into more short, swift steps, completely forgoing curves and arcs in favour of maintaining some unspoken rule about moving in right-angles.
And then there’s his voice. There’s nothing immediately off-putting about the way Masuka talks, unless you’re annoyed by that high-pitched, half-sigh kind of raspiness. But if you listen to the man for a while, you’ll notice the strange lack of tonal variation throughout his speech. His words retain a respectful, upbeat sound, the kind you hear in forced compliments or white lies, and those words are usually flowery and verbose anyways. It’s only broken whenever things really start going south for Masuka, wherein a tiny jitter and a small stutter will seep through into his dialect as he desperately clings on to the shaky facade of calm.
If nothing else, though, Masuka's at least consistent with his attempted presentation. Flowing robes and cloaks make up most of his wardrobe, usually in some kind of blue or purple, and always strangely plain and unassuming in design.
Spiritual Description: Masuka's reiatsu coils around him like a thin layer of mist, a green-tinted fog that drifts far beyond its point of origin. It can be difficult to see at times, mostly because of its relative lack of substance, but the steady swirl of spirit energy has a distinct, tickly chill to it, and the sheer reach of the gaseous substance is hard to avoid. At times of stress - which nowadays seem far more frequent than the Arrancar would like - the ethereal airs begin to lose their order and stability, whilst also visibly retracting towards their source. The mist suddenly becomes a clump of thick fog, twisting violently around Masuka and Masuka alone, as if it were trying to do him harm.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: Masuka is nothing. Less than nothing. His own talents and skills are, by his own admission, nothing special, and worthless when compared to the myriad gifts of those around him. He's got a crippling inferiority complex that stems from a life dictated by his own weakness, and his refusal to acknowledge himself has long since surpassed illogical. The Arrancar is thus left entirely without confidence, and entirely without trust in his ability to complete any given task. Not that it hasn't done him any good, though. Some situations require a little less bravado and a little more staying away, and in such situations, Masuka is more than capable of treading lightly and carefully. But there are also times when the only thing standing between Masuka and success is the man's own cowardice - an obstacle he hasn't yet found a way around. Worse yet, the Arrancar is aware of this great fault of his. He knows just how spineless he is, and that knowledge feeds into the burning pit of self-hate that spews out the Arrancar 's immeasurable envy.
It's the envy that always defines him, in the end. In life, it sunk its fangs into his heart and poured spite into his soul. In death, it has shriveled up his spirit, causing him to simultaneously adore and fear everything. It's the envy that'll destroy him, in due time, but it's also what binds his heart to the Queen of Las Noches. In the people around him, Masuka sees things he desires for himself. Traits he wishes were his, things he longs to have. These things draw him closer to their beholders. Masuka himself has mistaken it for genuine affection, when in truth, the man is just desperate to get closer to those that he idolizes. And the Queen is the epitome of that idolisation. She stands so far above him, so he craves her approval as a form of temporary self-affirmation.
To this end, he serves her loyally and dutifully. And not just her, either. To everyone above him - which is every Arrancar in Hueco Mundo as far as Masuka's concerned - he is respectful and polite. He puts on a delicate mask of humility and etiquette, all in an effort to hide his inherent instability. Because inside, Masuka is incredibly unstable. His mind is filled with insecurities, doubts and concerns, never able to accept the fact that someone might actually like or appreciate him. That would go against his self-image. Yet he also desperately wants to be liked and accepted, and his conflicting doubts and desires can oftentimes spiral into an obsession with a certain someone. He'll keep coming back to them, nipping at their heels, driven by equal parts of fear and hope.
He pursues acknowledgment ruthlessly, willing to go to any lengths to appease his superiors. His morals are always as flexible as they need to be at any given time. Yet for all the trouble he goes through to make those above him happy, sometimes he just isn't able to. Sometimes he fails, sometimes he disappoints. And when he does, and he hears even a hint of displeasure in someone's voice, his mask begins to crack and shatter. The man can have outbursts of violent hatred, almost always directed at himself. He'll talk to himself, yell at himself, scream at himself, and do so much more, almost always regretting it later. But he'll always do that in private. He'll never let people see what he's really, and he'll never, ever stop wearing that mask. It's as much a part of him as anything else.
Masuka's thoughts on each individual race are as follows:
Shinigami: As per his allegiance to Las Noches, these people are his enemies. A long, dangerous life has taught him to fear these sword-weilding death gods, and the Arrancar is more than aware of the extent of their capabilities. Suffice it to say that he is spiteful towards the race as a whole, particularly towards the sheer arrogance expressed in some of their more notorious campaigns. Prefers to avoid these lot, unless their weak enough to take out with little difficulty.
Quincy: Masuka feels an inexplicable sense of nostalgia towards this branch of mortals, as well as a strong hesitation when it comes to potentially harming them. Their techniques are a relative mystery to him, but he can't help but feel a certain familiarity whenever he sees one in use. This all conflicts with the Arrancar 's desire to serve Las Noches as dutifully as possible, and it is one part of his persona that he wishes would just disappear. Masuka finds himself drawn to the Quincy, against his better nature.
Hollows: Each Hollow fascinates Masuka one way or another, be it through their power, their looks, or their actions. Not much to say here other than that; beyond a scientific interest in the creatures, he's fairly neutral towards them. At times, he'll show just a shred of sympathy towards a weaker Hollow - mostly out of an understanding of how it feels to be weak at that stage of evolution - but he'll rarely let that get in his way.
Arrancar: His people. The Arrancar are Masuka's kin, and he forces himself to view all of them with respect and admiration. The man can often feel inadequate for an Arrancar, constantly surrounded by individuals whose power dwarfs his own. In his eyes, this race is the pinnacle of perfection, and his existence threatens to ruin that.
Variants: Neutral.
Goals: Masuka's only current goal is to earn a place in the Espada. Though the power granted by such a position is enticing, it means little to Masuka compared to recognition and praise. That's what he's really after, and it's why he seeks to climb the Hollow hierarchy - he wants to make those he envies proud, especially the Queen.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Aspect of Death:
Power:
Zanpakutō:
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
Rise to Power:
Call to Action:
