Post by No-Name on Jun 16, 2017 16:07:07 GMT -5
No-Name
Base Hollow
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Name: No-Name
Alias: None... yet
Age: 46 (Human - 32 Years, Plus Soul - 1 Month and Base Hollow - 14 Years)
Apparent Age: There is really no way to tell...
Gender: Seemingly Male
Height: 8'01 ft
Weight: 154 lbs
Hair Color: No hair
Eye Color: No eyes
Positive Traits:
Negative Traits:
Loyalties: Himself.
Snapshots:
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: No-Name is humanoid in shape but his proportions immediately signal him as not being Human. Standing just over 8 feet in height but exceptionally thin with legs and arms which are far too long proportionally compared to his body. He is utterly black except for his clawed white hands with long, talon-like, fingers, a pale neck and his Hollow Mask. A pitch black hole resides in the centre of the oddly shaped humanoids chest over the space where his heart should have been.
His Mask is utterly without features and merges completely with his face seamlessly. Even when he speaks the Mask is utterly still. It is only when No-Name feeds that the Mask seems to crack open to reveal a long blood red tongue and a multitude of large white fangs. When he closes his mouth it appears to fuse shut again.
Hard to notice at first are 8 limp tentacle like limbs hanging from between his shoulder blades reaching his waist. However when they are needed they can either remain flexible or become rigid and elongate, usually to to be almost as long as No-Name is tall. The last portion of these limbs are shaped like curved scythes being harder than the rest of the Hollow’s flesh. These can lengthen and withdrawn back into the Hollow’s body at will although part of the tentacles will always hang down his back.
Voice: No-Name actually has 2 voices.
The first, and perhaps most disturbing, is the one he speaks with on a frequent basis. When this voice speaks his mouth doesn’t open and the Hollow’s mask remains unmoving. This voice is constantly changing as from moment to the moment the voice literally sounds like a different person speaking. Sometimes these voices run into one another and the words overlap giving a voice with an ever-changing tone and pitch. The effect of one moment hearing a deep voiced man, the next a young girl, then an elderly woman and many more innumerable combinations can be quite unsettling.
The second voice is much more straightforward and can only be heard when the mask cracks open to reveal his fang filled mouth. In this case the mouth moves when he speaks like one would expect. This voice is deep, growling and utterly bestial. This is a voice of a monster just as one would expect from a creature little better than an animal, a Hollow.
Spiritual Colour: Black
Spiritual Description: Rough and primal No-Name’s Spiritual Power usually flows around him in a raw fashion and almost seems to actively try and cling to those around them, trying to force its full weight onto them. An extension of No-Name’s wish to dominate and crush those around them. The inky blackness that surrounds the Hollow brings with it a biting iciness that freezes to the bone.
It takes a concentrated effort for No-Name to suppress his power causing it to fade from the senses at which point it appears to visually cling tightly to his body as a dark outline.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: No-Name is a base Hollow and as such he sees the world and interacts with it in a very different manner to Humans, Soul Reapers and even the hybrid Arrancar. He is, at his core, a very simple creature. No-Name sees the world in a binary fashion, yes or no, strong or weak, alive or dead. In his world power, both current and potential, is everything and determines one's importance in the scheme of things. His wishes and goals have always been fairly simple, when hungry he should eat and when a potential source of power comes along he should consume it to keep growing. When he faces a more powerful being he should escape and survive. Merciless violence is the way of the Hollow and it would be a lie to say that No-Name does not enjoy both fighting the act of fighting and killing as well as the inflicting of pain on his prey.
For the longest time that was everything.
Then years after his initial Hollowification No-Name’s intelligence began to grow into full blown sentience, not a human intellect but definitely something self-aware. It was around this time he began to learn how to speak and give himself a name. As a being who’s memory only begins at around his point he is still learning many concepts which his Hollow-Mind could never have comprehended on it’s own. It his through his new experiences that he grows both as a Hollow and as an individual. First came the power of speech, then the realisation that one working with others in a Pack makes the whole stronger. It was this realisation that initiated the first real plan for the future No-Name ever made, to form his own Pack with promising Hollow so that he can command them and grow stronger. Despite having this plan he has consistently failed either due to Hollows he meets being too weak or stupid to align with, because he lacks the speaking skill to convince them or because his hunger overcomes him simply causing No-Name to consume them.
There is much about the world and himself that No-Name knows nothing about, for example it was only recently he realised that there were other lands beyond the Sea or that he has yet to realisation what evolution is. In fact the things that No-Name does not know far outnumber the things he does know. Despite this he acts with the arrogance of a beast at the top of it’s food-chain, King of his own existence and believes himself to be smarter and wiser than most. Despite this weakness his natural curiosity and ability to adapt means that he grows more intelligent by the day. He is also smart enough to know that despite his obvious greatness there are other powerful predators in the world and that curiosity must be exercised. However for all his lack of what other races would consider scholarly or academic knowledge his instincts grant him a fierce cunning. His ambition means he’ll keep striving forward however as his mind expands a fear begins to gnaw at him, the fear of failing… of never being more than what he is, for a creature of constant change such staticity is horrifying.
Goals & Achievements:
Knowledge of Other Races:
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Aspect of Death: Wrath
No-Name’s Hollow existence is defined by the Cardinal Sin of Wrath.
In his life he was a vengeful and violent man with such anger issues that he displayed quite self-destructive tendencies. It was one of his more disgusting methods of relieving his pent up emotions that ended his life when a man he had repeatedly beaten decided to display his own vengeful wrath upon him with a knife. After this ignominious death the man became the Hollow that would eventually take the title No-Name. No-Name is a petty and spiteful creature with a vindictive streak being practically incapable of forgiveness. Perhaps most telling is the Hollow’s tendency towards violence, he is a brutal and savage monster who revels in destruction but more than this it is only through acts of violence that he believes he can both display his dominance or be awed by the strength of another.
Cero Colour: Red.
Power: La Enfermedad (Trans: The Sickness)
Trying to look directly at No-Name causes The Sickness to affect the onlooking individual although its effect depends on the strength of the person and how long they look at it.
First comes dizziness with slight nausea, both of which only grow over time and the continued effect beings to cause exhaustion in the victim. Nosebleeds might occur at this stage too especially if the person is trying to resist the sensation.
Second it begins to induce a sensation of anxiety after a prolonged amount of time.
Thirdly it begins to cause coughing fits which bring up blood, this grows with the feeling of anxiety and lastly accumulates with severe vomiting up of blood.
La Enfermedad pleases No-Name greatly. His sadistic qualities are filled with glee at the prospect of inflicting harm like this on others. In general the Hollow, due to his primal nature, can not turn this ability off and it is ever present. Some control can be gained by suppressing his Spiritual Pressure which lessens the effects however conversely by exerting his Reiatsu he can make them worse.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin: The Hollow that would become known as No-Name started off life as an ordinary Human called Alexander Mikhailov born in Russia to an upper-middle class family. His family was an exceptionally successful CEO while his Mother was a famous Gallery owner. He was given the best of everything be it food, clothes, toys or education however it was never enough. Perhaps it was because his wealthy family were always willing to give him more and seemed blind to his failings but Alexander grew up to be a terrible bully throughout his childhood. He would use temper tantrums, threats and violence to get what he wanted from other children or even adults such as the household staff that looked after his home.Despite his horrible personality he was still an intelligent child, although benefiting from the best tutors and attending the finest schools helped, meaning that by the time he was 18 the young man could attend any University in the world thanks to both his grades and his parents money.
Alexander’s father wishing for him to get the best University education possible sent the young man to the United States of America to study at Harvard University. It was here that Alexander found that his family’s name could no longer be used to intimidate his peers so instead he found other methods to inflict harm upon those who offended him. He would sometimes find out secrets about other people and use this against them but often he fell back on using his fists, the young man being an exceptionally skilled boxer as well as an expert Sambo user.
After graduating Alexander joined the board of his father’s company while leading the efforts to set up a Head Office in the United States of America. However Alexander faced problem after problem as issues arose from competitors both large and small who used their Russian heritage against them in public advertisements. These early failures earned his derision from the other members of the board. The smaller businesses who were merely minor obstacles on the path to success suffered the worst fates, Alexander used various methods to destroy their lives. Sometimes he would use his personal wealth to financially ruin their companies, at other times he would hire thugs to harass them with violence and threats until they caved in. Larger companies were more difficult but on at least one occasion a rival CEO was found dead in his office and on another occasion another died in a mysterious car accident. Ultimately Alexander would do anything to succeed.
Years later, when the man was in his mid-twenties a few changes occurred. He finished setting up the US Office having finally quelled those who tried to stop him and at the same time he met his to be wife. The woman, young and beautiful, was wooed by the handsome gentleman and within two years they were married. During those two years Alexander managed to get a number of the men on the company board of directions, those who had mocked him years earlier for his first failures, fired after framing them for various indiscretions (or at times simply revealing existing ones). This trend of Disproportionate Retribution would continue for much of Alexander’s life.
That is not to say he was completely without virtue. The woman he’d met and eventually married, Emily, was given everything she could ever want. For all his anger issues and hateful treating of others Alexander was self-aware of these faults. He would be careful not to lose his temper around her or his home not wishing to let her see this hidden ugly side. This got to such extremes that Alexander would drive out to the slums and pay homeless men to allow him to punch them as a way to relieve his unhealthy anger. It was this temper that would be his end. When, one day, after a meeting when walking to his car one of these destitute individuals, who he’d been beating up for over a month, charged the man with a screwdriver and stabbed him several times. Alexander would die in the hospital, an ignoble end to a deeply unpleasant man. Many would grieve for him, he’d done a good job at hiding his true face from the public eye.
Rise to Power: As a plus soul Alexander was furious. He roared and raged unwilling to accept his death and was bound to the place of his death as a Jibakurei. This place was the the HQ of the Business he worked for. He yelled and screamed at the men and women who passed him by but none could notice him. Feeling hurt by what he saw as a betrayal due to them being unable to see him caused the soul to grow even angier. He tried to strike out at, even kill, the passing mortals but was powerless for perhaps the first time in his existence. It was this more than anything that threw him into an endless fury. The utter rage, horror and hopelessness of his situation caused Alexander’s chain to corrode at an accelerated rate. A single month later he was crippled with agony and enveloped in growing spiritual power as his transformation took place.
Alexander was dead and the mindless Hollow beast was form. This Hollow appeared as a mockery of his former self. Far taller than any human could possible be while also being much slimmer than is plausible he even seems to wear a business suit with limbs proportionally too long for his body. Along his back hang eight smoky tentacles which only move when they’re needed. However worst of all is his face, a white featureless mask which appears to have absolutely no features. This beast hunted solely on instinct all across the continent of North America at first consuming only human souls and avoiding anything with detectable spiritual pressure anywhere near his own.
For years the Hollow began to develop a basic self-awareness although far inferior degree to that of a human but he was starting to learn human speech and from there he give himself a name: No-Name.
It was during this first decade that No-Name met his first Hollow. These beasts were inferior in powerful when compared to No-Name and had minds that were even less developed. During one of these encounters No-Name was ambushed by a group of Hollow working together, although he managed to flee and survive. This encounter was the first time that No-Name would realise that Hollow could work together to hunt and that doing so could allow them to take down stronger prey.
No-Name would try approaching other Hollow but his ability to talk and converse was new and unrefined, unable to convince others of his kind to ally with him he was constantly forced to defeat and consume them. However in these broken conversations he did learn a little more about their kind. They were, apparently, a first stage in a greater evolution and the majority of their race lived in another world something No-Name couldn’t really comprehend or understand. At this point in his existence he couldn’t even fathom lands beyond the Sea that he sometimes saw when his hunting brought him to the coast.
It was during one of these occasions that he stalked a lesser Hollow onto a great Cargo Ship, the soul was tricky though and it took him hours to find the sneaky spirit. When he finally found it he took his time to consume the Hollow-Spider enjoying his success. However when No-Name returned to the deck of the ship he was surprised to find himself surrounded on all sides by endless water with land far away on the horizon. Both confused and interested he rested on the Ship. He discovered the Ship was called “The MSC New York”. How could a floating metal box have a name? However for days and days the voyage continued without end. No-Name’s hunger grew to irresistible levels and he began to prey on the weak souls of the mortals onboard. It was in these days that he learnt patience and restraint. Despite the pain induced by this eternal craving he held back understanding on a basic level that the Ship required the humans to function. Consuming only one man each day. He had consumed just under a dozen when the ship reached the coast. As soon as they did so he fell into a feeding frenzy on the remaining sailors.
It took a short period of time for No-Name to realise that this was a different land to the one he had left.
Call to Action: Having arrived in Japan, although the Hollow did not know the name of this land yet, he immediately began hunting as the paltry souls he had consumed on the voyage were not enough to properly conquer his hunger.
Sensing great power in the far off distance No-Name began his journey. When he finally reached this place he discovered that it appeared to be a normal town and yet the air was alive with energy. Something No-Name had ever discovered before, in time he learned that this place was called Karakura and was an extension of a greater settlement known as Tokyo although the rest of this huge City lacked that same energy that Karakura held.
Here he was both horrified and awed at what he witnessed. Ordinary looking men and women in black clothing carrying swords who radiated great Spiritual Power. Other men and women, ordinary looking in every way, that could summon glowing weapons. Then other Hollow filled with power beyond what he thought his kind were capable of, before today he had thought himself mighty but now he was coming to realise that his strength was merely average.
This place was it. What he had been waiting for. Silently No-Name claimed Karakura as his territory and began to seek out other Hollow to begin to try and form the Pack that he had failed at creating so many years ago. Now he was smarter and stronger. He was sure could convince others to join his forces. However his instincts would not allow him to accept weakness and No-Name kept consuming the weak Hollow he crossed while avoiding those that seemed too superior. So he continued trying to seek out the perfect Pack-Mates.
Base Hollow
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Name: No-Name
Alias: None... yet
Age: 46 (Human - 32 Years, Plus Soul - 1 Month and Base Hollow - 14 Years)
Apparent Age: There is really no way to tell...
Gender: Seemingly Male
Height: 8'01 ft
Weight: 154 lbs
Hair Color: No hair
Eye Color: No eyes
Positive Traits:
- Adaptive
No-Name is a hunter and nothing if not willing to adapt to the situation. This occurs both in terms of his thinking, his fighting style and his behaviour. - Ambitious
This Hollow will keep growing. He will become the most powerful Hollow in existence. - Cautious
He is a survivor and he knows the meaning of caution. Once a creature of nothing but instinct and rage he has learnt to control his impulses. He has also learnt the wisdom of stalking ones prey before striking. - Cunning
Deceit and trickery is just another form of powerful prowess that No-Name values. He literally doesn’t know the meaning of honour. Victory by any means. - Curious
No-Name is a curious soul, more so than the majority of most base Hollow. Despite viewing things in a very non-human manner he is still interested in learning more about the world he lives in, frankly, more about himself.
Negative Traits:
- Atychiphobia
Failure. No-Name can not abide failure and he fears it deeply. He’s not sure why but somewhere, deep in his core, he knows that to fail as a Hollow will mean endless stagnation, and eventually death. - Self-Centered
Nothing is more important to No-Name than his own success. It just makes logical sense to him that he should look after himself. He is willing to use any lesser beings he can command to assist him in his goals. - Spiteful
For a being that is supposedly more beast than man he can be incredibly vindictive and malicious. Sometimes petty to the extreme he takes a lot of pleasure in hurting others and even just annoying them. - Vindictive
Unforgiving No-Name will always enact vengeance against those who have done him wrong, whether these slights are imagined or not. However being a patient hunter he is willing to wait for his vengeance. - Violent
No-Name is a Hollow; brutal, cruel and savage. Violence is a way of life for him. Everything revolves around violence and he revels in physical act of destruction. The aggressive application of power is the only way to show another your dominance and superiority. Killing is the Hollow way.
Loyalties: Himself.
Snapshots:
- 1971: Alexander Mikhailov born in Moscow, Russia.
- 1989: Goes to University in the USA
- 1993: Graduates and joins his Father’s Company and leads efforts to set up in the USA.
- 1996: Sets up USA HQ and meets Emily.
- 1998: Marries Emily.
- 2003: Murdered, becomes a Plus Soul and becomes a Hollow.
- 2003 - 2016: Hunts throughout North America, gains sentience and calls himself No-Name.
- 2016: Boards a Cargo Ship and accidently ends up in Japan.
- 2017: Reaches Karakura Town.
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description: No-Name is humanoid in shape but his proportions immediately signal him as not being Human. Standing just over 8 feet in height but exceptionally thin with legs and arms which are far too long proportionally compared to his body. He is utterly black except for his clawed white hands with long, talon-like, fingers, a pale neck and his Hollow Mask. A pitch black hole resides in the centre of the oddly shaped humanoids chest over the space where his heart should have been.
His Mask is utterly without features and merges completely with his face seamlessly. Even when he speaks the Mask is utterly still. It is only when No-Name feeds that the Mask seems to crack open to reveal a long blood red tongue and a multitude of large white fangs. When he closes his mouth it appears to fuse shut again.
Hard to notice at first are 8 limp tentacle like limbs hanging from between his shoulder blades reaching his waist. However when they are needed they can either remain flexible or become rigid and elongate, usually to to be almost as long as No-Name is tall. The last portion of these limbs are shaped like curved scythes being harder than the rest of the Hollow’s flesh. These can lengthen and withdrawn back into the Hollow’s body at will although part of the tentacles will always hang down his back.
Voice: No-Name actually has 2 voices.
The first, and perhaps most disturbing, is the one he speaks with on a frequent basis. When this voice speaks his mouth doesn’t open and the Hollow’s mask remains unmoving. This voice is constantly changing as from moment to the moment the voice literally sounds like a different person speaking. Sometimes these voices run into one another and the words overlap giving a voice with an ever-changing tone and pitch. The effect of one moment hearing a deep voiced man, the next a young girl, then an elderly woman and many more innumerable combinations can be quite unsettling.
The second voice is much more straightforward and can only be heard when the mask cracks open to reveal his fang filled mouth. In this case the mouth moves when he speaks like one would expect. This voice is deep, growling and utterly bestial. This is a voice of a monster just as one would expect from a creature little better than an animal, a Hollow.
Spiritual Colour: Black
Spiritual Description: Rough and primal No-Name’s Spiritual Power usually flows around him in a raw fashion and almost seems to actively try and cling to those around them, trying to force its full weight onto them. An extension of No-Name’s wish to dominate and crush those around them. The inky blackness that surrounds the Hollow brings with it a biting iciness that freezes to the bone.
It takes a concentrated effort for No-Name to suppress his power causing it to fade from the senses at which point it appears to visually cling tightly to his body as a dark outline.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality: No-Name is a base Hollow and as such he sees the world and interacts with it in a very different manner to Humans, Soul Reapers and even the hybrid Arrancar. He is, at his core, a very simple creature. No-Name sees the world in a binary fashion, yes or no, strong or weak, alive or dead. In his world power, both current and potential, is everything and determines one's importance in the scheme of things. His wishes and goals have always been fairly simple, when hungry he should eat and when a potential source of power comes along he should consume it to keep growing. When he faces a more powerful being he should escape and survive. Merciless violence is the way of the Hollow and it would be a lie to say that No-Name does not enjoy both fighting the act of fighting and killing as well as the inflicting of pain on his prey.
For the longest time that was everything.
Then years after his initial Hollowification No-Name’s intelligence began to grow into full blown sentience, not a human intellect but definitely something self-aware. It was around this time he began to learn how to speak and give himself a name. As a being who’s memory only begins at around his point he is still learning many concepts which his Hollow-Mind could never have comprehended on it’s own. It his through his new experiences that he grows both as a Hollow and as an individual. First came the power of speech, then the realisation that one working with others in a Pack makes the whole stronger. It was this realisation that initiated the first real plan for the future No-Name ever made, to form his own Pack with promising Hollow so that he can command them and grow stronger. Despite having this plan he has consistently failed either due to Hollows he meets being too weak or stupid to align with, because he lacks the speaking skill to convince them or because his hunger overcomes him simply causing No-Name to consume them.
There is much about the world and himself that No-Name knows nothing about, for example it was only recently he realised that there were other lands beyond the Sea or that he has yet to realisation what evolution is. In fact the things that No-Name does not know far outnumber the things he does know. Despite this he acts with the arrogance of a beast at the top of it’s food-chain, King of his own existence and believes himself to be smarter and wiser than most. Despite this weakness his natural curiosity and ability to adapt means that he grows more intelligent by the day. He is also smart enough to know that despite his obvious greatness there are other powerful predators in the world and that curiosity must be exercised. However for all his lack of what other races would consider scholarly or academic knowledge his instincts grant him a fierce cunning. His ambition means he’ll keep striving forward however as his mind expands a fear begins to gnaw at him, the fear of failing… of never being more than what he is, for a creature of constant change such staticity is horrifying.
Goals & Achievements:
- Survived long enough as a Base Hollow to gain notable intelligence.
- Wishes to taste what a Soul Reaper tastes like.
- Wishes to form a Pack with other Hollow.
- One day visit Hueco Mundo.
- Wishes to keep growing.
Knowledge of Other Races:
- Hollow: No-Name is only aware of Base Hollow and knows they come in varying forms, some even have unique powers. He has no knowledge of Menos Class Hollow.
- Mediums: Is aware that some humans have more power than others, some of these humans can even actively use their powers but he’s never met one who is a threat to a Hollow.
- Quincy: He has recently seen humans with glowing bows but assumes they are just more powerful mediums.
- Soul Reapers: Believes these are just powerful mediums with swords, has only seen them at a distance and doesn’t have a name for them.
- Arrancar: Has never heard of or seen an Arrancar.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Aspect of Death: Wrath
No-Name’s Hollow existence is defined by the Cardinal Sin of Wrath.
In his life he was a vengeful and violent man with such anger issues that he displayed quite self-destructive tendencies. It was one of his more disgusting methods of relieving his pent up emotions that ended his life when a man he had repeatedly beaten decided to display his own vengeful wrath upon him with a knife. After this ignominious death the man became the Hollow that would eventually take the title No-Name. No-Name is a petty and spiteful creature with a vindictive streak being practically incapable of forgiveness. Perhaps most telling is the Hollow’s tendency towards violence, he is a brutal and savage monster who revels in destruction but more than this it is only through acts of violence that he believes he can both display his dominance or be awed by the strength of another.
Cero Colour: Red.
Power: La Enfermedad (Trans: The Sickness)
Trying to look directly at No-Name causes The Sickness to affect the onlooking individual although its effect depends on the strength of the person and how long they look at it.
First comes dizziness with slight nausea, both of which only grow over time and the continued effect beings to cause exhaustion in the victim. Nosebleeds might occur at this stage too especially if the person is trying to resist the sensation.
Second it begins to induce a sensation of anxiety after a prolonged amount of time.
Thirdly it begins to cause coughing fits which bring up blood, this grows with the feeling of anxiety and lastly accumulates with severe vomiting up of blood.
La Enfermedad pleases No-Name greatly. His sadistic qualities are filled with glee at the prospect of inflicting harm like this on others. In general the Hollow, due to his primal nature, can not turn this ability off and it is ever present. Some control can be gained by suppressing his Spiritual Pressure which lessens the effects however conversely by exerting his Reiatsu he can make them worse.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin: The Hollow that would become known as No-Name started off life as an ordinary Human called Alexander Mikhailov born in Russia to an upper-middle class family. His family was an exceptionally successful CEO while his Mother was a famous Gallery owner. He was given the best of everything be it food, clothes, toys or education however it was never enough. Perhaps it was because his wealthy family were always willing to give him more and seemed blind to his failings but Alexander grew up to be a terrible bully throughout his childhood. He would use temper tantrums, threats and violence to get what he wanted from other children or even adults such as the household staff that looked after his home.Despite his horrible personality he was still an intelligent child, although benefiting from the best tutors and attending the finest schools helped, meaning that by the time he was 18 the young man could attend any University in the world thanks to both his grades and his parents money.
Alexander’s father wishing for him to get the best University education possible sent the young man to the United States of America to study at Harvard University. It was here that Alexander found that his family’s name could no longer be used to intimidate his peers so instead he found other methods to inflict harm upon those who offended him. He would sometimes find out secrets about other people and use this against them but often he fell back on using his fists, the young man being an exceptionally skilled boxer as well as an expert Sambo user.
After graduating Alexander joined the board of his father’s company while leading the efforts to set up a Head Office in the United States of America. However Alexander faced problem after problem as issues arose from competitors both large and small who used their Russian heritage against them in public advertisements. These early failures earned his derision from the other members of the board. The smaller businesses who were merely minor obstacles on the path to success suffered the worst fates, Alexander used various methods to destroy their lives. Sometimes he would use his personal wealth to financially ruin their companies, at other times he would hire thugs to harass them with violence and threats until they caved in. Larger companies were more difficult but on at least one occasion a rival CEO was found dead in his office and on another occasion another died in a mysterious car accident. Ultimately Alexander would do anything to succeed.
Years later, when the man was in his mid-twenties a few changes occurred. He finished setting up the US Office having finally quelled those who tried to stop him and at the same time he met his to be wife. The woman, young and beautiful, was wooed by the handsome gentleman and within two years they were married. During those two years Alexander managed to get a number of the men on the company board of directions, those who had mocked him years earlier for his first failures, fired after framing them for various indiscretions (or at times simply revealing existing ones). This trend of Disproportionate Retribution would continue for much of Alexander’s life.
That is not to say he was completely without virtue. The woman he’d met and eventually married, Emily, was given everything she could ever want. For all his anger issues and hateful treating of others Alexander was self-aware of these faults. He would be careful not to lose his temper around her or his home not wishing to let her see this hidden ugly side. This got to such extremes that Alexander would drive out to the slums and pay homeless men to allow him to punch them as a way to relieve his unhealthy anger. It was this temper that would be his end. When, one day, after a meeting when walking to his car one of these destitute individuals, who he’d been beating up for over a month, charged the man with a screwdriver and stabbed him several times. Alexander would die in the hospital, an ignoble end to a deeply unpleasant man. Many would grieve for him, he’d done a good job at hiding his true face from the public eye.
Rise to Power: As a plus soul Alexander was furious. He roared and raged unwilling to accept his death and was bound to the place of his death as a Jibakurei. This place was the the HQ of the Business he worked for. He yelled and screamed at the men and women who passed him by but none could notice him. Feeling hurt by what he saw as a betrayal due to them being unable to see him caused the soul to grow even angier. He tried to strike out at, even kill, the passing mortals but was powerless for perhaps the first time in his existence. It was this more than anything that threw him into an endless fury. The utter rage, horror and hopelessness of his situation caused Alexander’s chain to corrode at an accelerated rate. A single month later he was crippled with agony and enveloped in growing spiritual power as his transformation took place.
Alexander was dead and the mindless Hollow beast was form. This Hollow appeared as a mockery of his former self. Far taller than any human could possible be while also being much slimmer than is plausible he even seems to wear a business suit with limbs proportionally too long for his body. Along his back hang eight smoky tentacles which only move when they’re needed. However worst of all is his face, a white featureless mask which appears to have absolutely no features. This beast hunted solely on instinct all across the continent of North America at first consuming only human souls and avoiding anything with detectable spiritual pressure anywhere near his own.
For years the Hollow began to develop a basic self-awareness although far inferior degree to that of a human but he was starting to learn human speech and from there he give himself a name: No-Name.
It was during this first decade that No-Name met his first Hollow. These beasts were inferior in powerful when compared to No-Name and had minds that were even less developed. During one of these encounters No-Name was ambushed by a group of Hollow working together, although he managed to flee and survive. This encounter was the first time that No-Name would realise that Hollow could work together to hunt and that doing so could allow them to take down stronger prey.
No-Name would try approaching other Hollow but his ability to talk and converse was new and unrefined, unable to convince others of his kind to ally with him he was constantly forced to defeat and consume them. However in these broken conversations he did learn a little more about their kind. They were, apparently, a first stage in a greater evolution and the majority of their race lived in another world something No-Name couldn’t really comprehend or understand. At this point in his existence he couldn’t even fathom lands beyond the Sea that he sometimes saw when his hunting brought him to the coast.
It was during one of these occasions that he stalked a lesser Hollow onto a great Cargo Ship, the soul was tricky though and it took him hours to find the sneaky spirit. When he finally found it he took his time to consume the Hollow-Spider enjoying his success. However when No-Name returned to the deck of the ship he was surprised to find himself surrounded on all sides by endless water with land far away on the horizon. Both confused and interested he rested on the Ship. He discovered the Ship was called “The MSC New York”. How could a floating metal box have a name? However for days and days the voyage continued without end. No-Name’s hunger grew to irresistible levels and he began to prey on the weak souls of the mortals onboard. It was in these days that he learnt patience and restraint. Despite the pain induced by this eternal craving he held back understanding on a basic level that the Ship required the humans to function. Consuming only one man each day. He had consumed just under a dozen when the ship reached the coast. As soon as they did so he fell into a feeding frenzy on the remaining sailors.
It took a short period of time for No-Name to realise that this was a different land to the one he had left.
Call to Action: Having arrived in Japan, although the Hollow did not know the name of this land yet, he immediately began hunting as the paltry souls he had consumed on the voyage were not enough to properly conquer his hunger.
Sensing great power in the far off distance No-Name began his journey. When he finally reached this place he discovered that it appeared to be a normal town and yet the air was alive with energy. Something No-Name had ever discovered before, in time he learned that this place was called Karakura and was an extension of a greater settlement known as Tokyo although the rest of this huge City lacked that same energy that Karakura held.
Here he was both horrified and awed at what he witnessed. Ordinary looking men and women in black clothing carrying swords who radiated great Spiritual Power. Other men and women, ordinary looking in every way, that could summon glowing weapons. Then other Hollow filled with power beyond what he thought his kind were capable of, before today he had thought himself mighty but now he was coming to realise that his strength was merely average.
This place was it. What he had been waiting for. Silently No-Name claimed Karakura as his territory and began to seek out other Hollow to begin to try and form the Pack that he had failed at creating so many years ago. Now he was smarter and stronger. He was sure could convince others to join his forces. However his instincts would not allow him to accept weakness and No-Name kept consuming the weak Hollow he crossed while avoiding those that seemed too superior. So he continued trying to seek out the perfect Pack-Mates.
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