Post by Zero Cian on Aug 13, 2017 21:53:09 GMT -5
Cian, Zero
Unnumbered Arrancar
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age / Apparent Age: 920 years old yet they look as though they were young child somewhere in their early teens, roughly 12 years old.
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 4'11" & 140 lbs ---> 9'10" & 360 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Dark brown and reddish eyes almost to the point they are slightly bloodshot with a feral look to them, similar to a cat's.
Positive Traits:
Childish- The boy is an embodiment of a child that never was
Innocent- The world in which the boy sees is rather peaceful and pure.
Whimsical- He tends to do things on a rather random with his actions.
Negative Traits:
Ignorant- He is uniformed in the ways of the world and tends to pay it no mind with what he doesn't know.
Shy- The boy often strays away from direct contact with others, even if it was something as simple as eye contact.
Solitary- Tends to stay where he can be alone, unless in the company of others he and it trusts.
Reserved- He keeps to him self holding himself at a different status than others.
Illiterate- The boy never learned to read or write.
Loyalties:
He tends to follow those that save him from his own isolation. Offering this isolated "Child" some comfort. Most of the time wandering out from Las Noches and the other Espada's influence due to their aggressiveness.... A single arrancar from his past, though lost to the desert of Hueco Mundo, he holds highly in his eyes.
For now though, his only allies that he does trust the most are many of people who wander about La Colonia.
Snapshots:
*(7/5/1097) - Zero would be born and within moments made a slave
*(10/28/1118) -Would have both of his eyes slashed, losing his vision in definitely
*(3/14/1119)- Thrown into a pit to die
*(3/16/1119)- Dies in the hole that is his grave
*(5/17/1119)- Spirit would rise from the grave locking him to the place and aspect of his long dead mother
*(10/31/1119)- His spirit chain would decay and the hollow would take hold of him and his life
*(2/30/1120)- Would encounter its 2nd Shinigami, eat her and devour other hollows for the first time.
*(8/06/1124)- It would first learn of and use "The Eternal Prison" after focusing its spirit energy and toxic mists it exhumes
*(12/15/1127)- Encountered the pair of Shinigami and kills one, then escapes to Hueco Mundo
*(4/28/1136)- Evolved into a Gillian
*(9/17/1149)-Devoured enough to evolve into an Adjucha
*(3/29/1152)- Encountered a Shinigami with a stark resemblance to its mother whom would break its mask as an attempt to kill it.
*(4/04/1152)- Awoke as an Arrancar for the first time, still coming to terms with what he had done.
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description:
A small child of man stands there, his hair long and shaggy, knots and dirt tangled into the strands. Wearing a tattered and worn crimson jacket over his pale body. Baggy, yet faded brown pants with striped crimson wrapped around his legs, hugging him slightly at the hips. His sobbing sounding eternally. His hands raising up towards the sky showing the dry and cracked skin, as if he was a doll about to break. Each of his eyes showing that tortured soul that only remained now and left look upon his flesh. Almost begging someone to pick him up and hold him. Lips chapped, eyes irritated, and a quivering lip. His sobbing quietly fading as his long dried eyes started to focus. A slow dripping coming from his hands as droplets of pure crimson fell to the floor from where he stood, coming from the covered scars that adorn his arms and back. Hidden by the jacket with the deepest of scars at his neck, yet they do not bleed. His voice speaking softly yet quietly like a trained animal or beast, it sounding of pure innocent lost to the hell he has endured.
As the chains that bind him break with each power level he awakens into his form slowly shifts from a young boy into a more powerful feral being. His body changing from that of the twelve year old boy into that bipedal beast, looking to be near 10ft tall with a tail formed from an extension of its spine. Both of his legs changing shape to look like an animal's if it would stand on its hind legs whilst a pair of vents erupt from his shoulders. Growing out to look like mounds of rocks spewing forth the miasma inside of his body. His full hollow mask slowly reforming as the stage goes on, loops forming on the edges of it for a place where a chain would hold the mask with his hair growing thickly down his back like an animal's mane. Each finger elongating from his palm as they all began to form needle like ends for rending into flesh and digging into the ground. His mask material spreading down his back and arms to encase them partly like a shell while his spine elongated. Making a ridge line along the length of serrated plates as if to protect it while he tail came to a rather sharp point at the end. Leaving the once innocent looking child in the body of a bloodied and maddened pit fighter ready to slaughter as the body of a beast settled in place.
Both of his forms keeping a hollow hole in the dead center of his neck. Fragments of the mask looking like a makeshift eye covers starting at his eyebrows that extend from his face almost an inch as to protect them from the sun's rays like a cap. When his abilities begin to trigger, the fragments begin to grow his mask again. Wrapping over his full face with a thin fragment of bone going down to cover the middle of his hollow hole. His mask from the side when fully formed looking like a crescent moon, but from any other direction it looked like a finely carved glave edge that could cut a material as easily as his claws and wrist blades. The Mask itself though looking like an inverse cross from the front if they were to stare the beast down.
Spiritual Description:
It washes over one like the sea, hanging low on the shores as it swallows up your feet before pulling back in towards the void. Pushing the strong sense of pure sadness onto others and even filling them with dread. The air passing through it leaves a taste most foul deep in their mouths. A new wave of the sensation running out of with each drop of blood, each tear, or as wisp of the miasma inside him escaping. Pushing most mortal people to their knees in crippling sickness. Pushing others to keep far away from him even though he tries to draw closer to people each and every day.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality:
A child wanders the streets alone. knocking on doors and windows for any to notice. Playing in the streets and at the park with other children. His eyes blind to the world around him. Simply living a care free life. Each day always seeming new and fun to him. Playing with the other children and keeping close to the adults who were kind to him. Although no matter what he did, at all times he did his best to keep his ugly marks hidden from the world, afraid of what others would think if they saw them. His mind racing with self doubt and bordering on depression most of the time. It just seems to fade away though once he starts to play with the other children. There is not a thing in the world that would stop him or keep him down. Though with each day he wakes up wondering why he is never hungry, or why he was in a completely different place than the night before. Wondering why he never saw the same people twice except on a rare occasion. Never forming true bonds of friendship due to this self placed exile that he never understood.
When the child is ever in true danger, or when something seems as though it may hurt him, gears and cogs begin to turn inside of his head. The child fading away into the depths of his mind to slumber peacefully while another being wakes up. A more aggressive and glutenous monster. Showing the wisdom his age truly holds whilst retaining some of the child's innocence. Determined to fulfill its primal needs in a simple order... the first being hunger. Then safety coming next in order to keep the child blind to the horrors that are reality. Even though its out look may be that of a more feral nature it still will do what it can to protect what the child holds deer so that when he comes back into control again he is not lost to his tears.
Neither of these forms the boy takes hold any vice or virtue for any race. To him all are good people and bad people that will be mixed together most of the time. That bad people are needed to keep the balance, but if one of those bad people would dare harm him. Then his true malice shows and how feral his nature truly is.
Goals & Achievements:
Though limited in his achievements through his long life...
* Able to take revenge on those who tortured him in life.
* Managed to protect his own sanity after being a monster for so long.
His goals are not as lofty as some would think they are...
* Live a peaceful existence one day with others and the monster inside him.
* Find friends whom he can trust and will not abandon him.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Aspect of Death: Innocence
Power: The Eternal Prison
Combining the toxic miasma and his own spiritual powers together he can create a living image but void of emotions. It can also be used to create permanent structures made of material similar to that of a hollow's mask.
Zanpakutō:
A special weapon that comes from a spiked collar, the spikes pointing in towards his own neck. The chain leading from the leash of this collar is spiked along its length and holds a hook at the far end that uses three rounded prongs to grab hold of others or even a ledge if needed to pull something down or climb up.
When the second stage of his powers are activated the length of chain and hooks disappear to be replaced by shackles on his wrists and ankles that are bladed along them for protection as well as to attack with using all four limbs of his body.
If the third stage is reached the shackles will extend their metal covering up and down the full length of his arms and legs like armor with their blades staying the same length.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
It was a simple day in what would be called Anatolia, part of modern day Turkey. In a hovel on the outskirts of a village that had already once been raided by crusaders seeking the holy land. A mother would hold her new born baby boy, cradling him in her arms as he took the first suckle of his mother's milk and the last. Those few minutes of peace would be all that he remembered of his mother before catastrophe struck his life. Before his eyes had even opened and he could recognize his mother's face retreating German crusaders from the 2nd battle of Dorylaeum. The soldiers bursting into the home and slaughtering his mother in the name of a holy war, taking the new born infant as a trophy in the claims that he would be reforged into a proper catholic. The child being carried away by his leg like a sack of flower while his mother lay there on the ground. Her hand raised towards the door as she bled out from her wounds. The ringing cries of the infant and shouts of the men to forever engraved into this memory.
A few years later his mind would begin to turn, learning to speak from those around him whilst he himself was in shackles. A young boy serving German gentry like a prize in the name of a god he did not know nor believe in. Keeping his head low and shaking his head any time he tried to remember his past. Looking around the noble houses as he was sold off on and on to others. The boy would be a good slave for many houses, tending to all the tasks he could from being a cup bearer at gatherings to being a laundry boy and a armor when a noble wished to put his gear on for a show. During one of the parties he attend during this servitude one noble he would encounter would maim him in a way that could not be undone. The noble spitting out his drink and shouting at the boy, screaming because of a distaste at the offered drink from the house. Lashing out as he drew a knife and cut the slave boy across the eyes claiming that it was a proper payment for the lack of acknowledgement of the man's stature. The boy dropping the tray on which the drink and many others had stood, recoiling back as he brought his hands to his face and his knees to the ground. Screaming out in pain as sight in both of his eyes was cut out with that slash. Another slave would attempt to mend these wounds at their owner's command but to no avail would it do. Robbed of his sight the slave would make mistake after mistake, worthless as he was now. Receiving whipping after whipping and lash after lash. His back and arms would become scared and his back left in a wretched state of blood and marks.
Due to his wounds the boy would slowly become ill. His body weakening by the day not just from the lack of food but also the wounds themselves becoming infected and irritated. Each and every day leaning into more agony as the boy was ruined. His body withering his current and last owners would throw him into a pit in the depths of their land to die in. The grave left open for any slaves who had become expired with their usefulness. The boy sharing this open coffin of earth with other skeletons and insects as he crawled around in it. Trying to find his way out until he gave up and leaned against a wall of earth inside of it. Trying to open his eyes to see into the sky as rain began to pour. This poor poor boy's life slowly coming to an end as he could feel the water. Begging and pleading in his grave that had been given to him and many others. Crying like the day he was taken before slowly falling over onto his side. Tired of struggling the boy just gave up, crying as he waited for death to take him. For three nights that boy would lay there in pure agony waiting to die as the rain kept up. He looked up towards the sky and smiled on the last day. Happy that his life was coming to an end, opening his eyes for the last time and taking a breath of fresh air in. The side of the grave collapsed in and buried him alive for what little it was worth. Giving the lonely boy some warmth finally in his eternal slumber...
Months later a spirit would rise up from that grave and look upon the place that held him captive in his last days. His eyes which had been taken from him finally could see again, but not just the normal world but the other that existed alongside it. Anger and envy flooding into the boy for the first time in a long while. The once innocent child wishing so greatly for revenge that his spirit had turned foul. His old wounds making his body excrete a toxic mist from the rot his body had to endure. All of these negative emotions only making his spirit chain break apart faster. His body wanting to be free and fill an ungodly need deep inside. He wanted revenge, he wanted retribution... he wanted to see his mother again... The boy's hands twitching, as he looked up into the sky with his eyes. Muttering the words "momma" under his breath. Each of his hands grasping onto his own chain trying to pull it out as he started to scream for his mother. Drowning out all the hate and evil in his soul with that simple need. Though his screams would go unheard for over a year until his chain had rotted away.
Once free of the chain the beast would take its shape. Mouth hung open and low, hands dug into the ground that had buried it as it let out a deep bestial growl. The beast screaming out in agony from its former life before lunging out and going to devour the house hold that robbed him of everything...
Rise to Power:
As one of the numerous base hollow breeds his road of desolation pushed him forward back to the lands where he was enslaved. Devouring the crusader souls and slaves alike that he once knew as well as the new ones that would be brought in to replace them. Devouring houses of slaves and citizen's whole, letting his miasma kill off those around him that he could not devour on his own. The glutenous hunger that drove him made him eager and further down the path of a feral beast. With his old master devoured by his own savage hands the beast charged off village to village. Always moving, and always hunting. Ripping through person after person until it came across a village where a little boy screamed out because he could see the monster that ate his family. The fact the boy could see him scared the beast slightly at first before devouring him next. Its path of blood shed and wrath would leave a clear trail for any to follow if they had the will to do so.
One day on its warpath through the Germanic country side it would come across a man cloaked in black robes who would stand in its way, bearing a sword. Thinking of it as nothing more than another meal it would feel a tinge of power escaping from the man, only making him look like that much more tempting of a meal. A violent battle would take place destroying a home or two of the village, and killed ten of the village's residents, as the man had cut the tail off of the hollow, but it in return the hollow took the off hand arm of the swordsman. The hollow staring the man down growling and ready to kill him as another much larger hollow erupted from the ground and devoured his meal. Running off to heal its tail as it kept on the path of hunger living by the skin of its teeth. The days that followed would seem odd in comparison to it, for never before had the beast encountered a man it actually could feel strength coming from. Making it thirst for a day in which it would have a chance to eat another being of strength.
Weeks later another chance would be given to it to kill another being that had this prescience. It was unmistakable to it, it was different from its normal food. Snapping its jaws and looking out from its hiding place of choice. Sitting in a small cave beside a village like a dragon of old. Its miasma kicking up from the vents behind its shoulders like a fog wall. Flooding the depths of the cave with the toxic mist while it stared at the entry way, its eyes looking for that powerful figure to appear. As it sat there waiting for the man to appear, it saw a woman to its surprise dressed in black much like the one before, a sword in hand. As it lurched backwards slowly preparing to lunge at its prey it heard a roar from outside the cave. The hollow from before had followed him to this meal and was trying to steal it as well, just this time it was greedy and attacked the prey first. From its hiding place in the cave flooded with miasma it watched. The hollow and the woman fighting watching them, twitching a little as the woman spoke a few words before her sword changed into knives. Watching her closely as he felt another twitch of power coming from places unknown as more hollows were attracted to this woman of power. Growling angrily at the back of the cave from the things coming to steal his kill as the woman was slowly over ran with 3 more hollows.
The woman backed away to hold her ground against the new hollows as the one she was fighting backed off to catch its breath for a moment. Fueled by anger and hatred at the other hollows he would charge from his hiding place and drive his teeth into the neck of the hollow that stole his kill from before and was now hurt. Bringing it to the ground like an animal eager for the kill. Devouring it right there in front of the woman as she continued to fight the other three. The sense of power from killing the other hollow flooded into him. Each inch of his body tingling and twitching as it roared out. Devouring it eagerly as it kept its eyes looked with that woman. Watching her cut down each of these new hollows one by one with blood running down her torn clothes and brow. Her breathing deep and haggard. Finishing its meal it would slowly leave its kill, sniffing the air feeling the power from the other dead hollows gone before setting its sights on the woman.
Thinking how to approach her after watching her battle with the others it struck. Reaching in with its claw like hand from the side as the head went low. She took her knife to glide the hand away but couldn't stop the head in time as it took off her leg in a clean solid bite. ripping it from her form and watching as she fell to the ground spitting out blood and bleeding profusely onto the ground. Watching the woman dazed on the ground as it lunged again, pinning her arms down with his own arms before opening its maw and eating the woman head first off the ground. Taking its time and feasting of the woman and the dead hollows. Reveling in the taste of its own dead kin. Growling out into the darkness as it started to hear the dead hollows wills in its head. Forcing them down one at a time inside until they were quiet again.
Howling out into the night as it began to move again, devouring human, reaper, and hollow alike. Each time swallowing their soul and enforcing its own will. Its mind shattering the will of the spirits it consumed time and time again. Growing bulkier and bulkier by the day as it kept up its rampage. One day it came across a larger village than most with a cliff a short distance away. Its form so mighty in size that it had to hide behind the cliff as it focused something inside. The miasma vents on its back frothing out as it thought about the souls it had turned into food. Focusing so much that the miasma and its spirit energy began to mix together and take a physical form. From this combination of power and will a smaller hollow would form and howl out at its birth. The smaller hollow looking upon it, as though waiting for a command. The beast told it to move and it moved, it told it to come and it did. A deep grin slowly crept along its lips as it kept redoing this process. Shrinking its main body only slightly as it began to produce hollow breed from its own power.
The beast would howl out in approval before telling its spawn to attack the village but not to eat a soul. Only that they were allowed to kill its residents and so that they did. A flood of hollows swarmed into the town and started to claw, rend and tear through the people. Destroying the homes and farms, only eating the live stock and other animals left in their passing. All of the hollows coming back to him and standing in a line as it grabbed them up in its claw like hands and swallowed them whole. The creature towering over the ruins of the town as it stood there and focused in the middle of it. Its spiritual pressure surging out before coming back in like a tide. Howling out into the dead of the night as it forced its will, bringing the soul of one of dead soul reapers back. Slowly a woman would form from its fog and kneel before it, her sword already transformed into its dagger form but her own spirit energy was gone, lost amiss the swirling mass that was the beast. Leaving this puppet of shadow there in the middle of the village to stand guard as it climbed back down the cliff to sleep for a time. Waiting as it formulated a plot in its madness, believing in its trap that it would bring more food soon. Curling up there to sleep as the beast lay there now, less than three years had passed since it awoke as a hollow and already it was half the size of a Gillian
As it slumbered it left the shadow of the woman to protect that village. From the lack of her own spiritual pressure she glided among the ruins like a ghost. Killing off the lesser hollows that would come from the growing spirit field. Using the dead villagers to bait in more and more as their spirits slowly raised. The woman would work without delay, without fatigue or need of any basic kind. Dragging the dead beasts to the cliff and dropping the corpses off for it's master to devour when it awoke. Waking up from his den as it swallowed up the lesser hollows that began to flock there. Days of this continued, then days ran into weeks. The pit of hollow corpses stacking high as the beast awoke to reap its bounty. Feasting on the corpses and growing larger, focusing on the spirits inside of it to find more like the woman as it slowly forged more puppets. Forcing another three shadows to rise and form to aid in the duties of the woman who had worked so tirelessly to secure a home. The beast growling after its meal as it began to dig into the cliff, making a borough and slowly making a cavern beneath the village to hold its growing size. Becoming so vast that it struggled to keep its spiritual pressure down.
Its tunnel like home finished within a month's time as its lair seeped out the spiritual pressure. Making a small well like hole in the dead center of the village and leaving its mouth there at the bottom of it. The shadows dragging the bodies in and dropping them into their waiting master's maw. One day due to its long stay a pair of shinigami appeared. They walked into the town slowly, careful of each step as the souls of villagers warned them of the evil that made its home into the town. As they walked towards the center they could see the miasma seeping through the ground, it weighing heavily upon the ground as it made them cough. Still they pressed on, walking upon the four shadow puppets kneeling around the hole. Gasping as they saw old comrades there, trying to talk to them, as if to wake them from this daze. One of the reapers knelt down beside the woman and tried to talk to her passionately, whimpering and crying. His tears brought to a sudden end as deftly moved her hand and pushed a dagger into his throat while he had embraced her only to push the still alive reaper down the hole. His spirit pressure disappearing as he was swallowed up by the beast that lay below. The man who came with him recoiling back in horror as he started to run from shadow puppets. As he ran he started shouting in incantations as he opened a gateway to retreat into, trying to return to the soul society. The beast feeling this new power growled with interest as it had the shadows charge after the man only to disappear at the gateway while the man escaped. Erupting from the ground as it took its claws and held the doors open as chains reached out along its arms and forced his spiritual energy into the door. Twisting it and turning it until the door opened fully and shattering it in order to make it fit its ghastly size, its spiritual energy changing its destination though. Forcing the gateway to take it somewhere else, somewhere that felt right to it.... Hueco Mundo
Erupting from the torn and fractured spirit gate in the obsidian tree fields beneath the desert. Looking around and feeling this new feasting ground, full of hollows and beasts alike. Many of them smaller with the exception of others that towered overhead of even it. Growling out as it spent the next few years devouring the smaller hollows that were gathering into cannibalistic feeding frenzies. Using the gifts it had been given since its awakening to force the others under its will. His body wrapping around itself after a time as he became a Gillian among the trees. Towering over the others as it kept eating, kept devouring each and every little thing. Enforcing its will over every aspect of its being as it began to devour other Gillians as well, resting after each one to compose itself over the influx of new souls and voices inside. Roaring out as it continued to feast for the next few years until it awoke to a new form. The Adjucha that stood where the Gillian once was. Its new form giving it all sorts of ideas as it began hunting the forest again. Tearing through other hollows one by one until it decided to go to the surface that lay above. Roaming the desert endlessly attacking and feasting on any that came towards it, the feral beast hunting until it saw a soul reaper alone in the vast emptiness. A woman stood there that haunted the beast, his eyes watered in disbelief.
It stood there looking upon the woman, jaw hung low. Its eyes open wide with a heart beating heavily in its chest. It saw someone it barely recognized but it felt like it was someone it knew deep down in its core. Shaking its head back and forth slowly until it heard her speak. Her words like whispers to the wind. "My dear little one.... how you have grown... if only i could have stopped this..." The beast looking up and into the woman's eyes as it saw a very familiar look. "It pains me to see you this way... I wanted my child to grow up strong and brave... able to live the life he wanted..." Slowly the beast would open its maw as the personality at its core spoke out for the first time in a long age of silence. "M.. Momma?" Its eyes opening wise as the bestial form retracted some. The mask still present on its face as it took slow steps towards her. His arms reaching up and towards her like he did in last day of life, while the hollow beast's body slowly crumbled away that surrounded him. "Momma... is that... you?" He asked from the bottom of his heart. The woman raised her hands and nodded slowly. "Yes my child... its me... its been to long since i last saw you... though it saddens me to see you like this... im glad i got to see you again... if only for a moment..." The boy recoiled back slightly at her last choice of words and looked upon her with dismay.
The woman said a few more words under her breath as a light shown upon each of her hands. Arcs of light racing out and slamming into his mask and fracturing it. Making the child recoil back and roll upon the ground. His pain deep and unlike any before. The miasma surging out of him to protect him as it ate away at the desert floor until he dropped away to land in the trees below. Falling back below the sands and into the darkness. Screaming out "Momma... momma hurt meeee!!!" His voice being lost to the descent before vanishing fully from sight. Crashing into the ground below and leaving a crater. Writing upon the ground as he held his face, feeling the mask fall away as he kept screaming out at the top of his lungs. Then as if it was the end the boy fell limp like a corpse and settled into that grave his fall had made. Raising his hand up towards the opening above that shown down light with a small yet innocent glimmer in his eye. "Momma... momma wouldn't... she wouldn't hurt me... like them..." His voice falling to a whisper as he collapsed to the ground fully.
Waking up after what felt like an eternity of laying there on the ground. The boy looked at his hands and was shocked, the bestial form had receded and left him in a state just like he was moments before he died. Reaching up to rub his head and feeling that scar across his eyes, shivering slightly as he opened his eyes slowly and was shocked that he could see with his eyes again. Basking in the moment for what seemed like an eternity. Finally back in his own body he felt at ease for a moment, thinking back to what he always wanted to do. Alas his past started to dawn on him, the boy lowering his hand and feeling that hollow hole engraved through the center of his throat. Thinking back to what he had done as a monster he rolled over and onto his belly and screamed out in anguish into the ground below.
When he rose up after recovering from his wound, hands still rubbing at the fragments of his mask. The boy looked deep inside, thinking back to the monster deep inside of him that had subjugated soul after soul. "You... you gave me a new life... it may not be good... but it is my life... again..." Sitting there in the crater as he forced himself to come to terms with what he has done. "I will not hurt anyone again... but i need you... i know your still in there... i need you to protect me... and hurt others... but only if i tell you that they can.... or they try and hurt us... I don't want to know what you do, just that we are safe." Nodding like he had come to some understanding within himself as he stood up, focusing on the road ahead.
Call to Action:
From the blast of energy the woman shot into his face, it shattered the beast's reality. It had once seen no true meaning to its existence other than to feed and grow. Seeing someone it actually knew in life, it sparked something deep inside and brought a long quiet spirit back to the surface of its personality. Looking back at all of its suffering in life, the carnage of its after life and smiling. Knowing he had to do something to change his own fate and make his mother proud of him again even if that woman wasn't. Growling out as it merged with its own inner person, its innocence it had lost. Slowly the boy would take the mental reigns and begin to push the adjucha onward, letting the beast eat while he slumbered. The hollow side feasting without delay in the nights when the boy tried to live a normal life as a kid of the time. Waiting for its chance to tear open that broken spirit gate and return back to the human world, to live the life it lost.
Unnumbered Arrancar
[ AT A GLANCE ]
Age / Apparent Age: 920 years old yet they look as though they were young child somewhere in their early teens, roughly 12 years old.
Gender: Male
Height & Weight: 4'11" & 140 lbs ---> 9'10" & 360 lbs
Hair & Eye Color: Dark brown and reddish eyes almost to the point they are slightly bloodshot with a feral look to them, similar to a cat's.
Positive Traits:
Childish- The boy is an embodiment of a child that never was
Innocent- The world in which the boy sees is rather peaceful and pure.
Whimsical- He tends to do things on a rather random with his actions.
Negative Traits:
Ignorant- He is uniformed in the ways of the world and tends to pay it no mind with what he doesn't know.
Shy- The boy often strays away from direct contact with others, even if it was something as simple as eye contact.
Solitary- Tends to stay where he can be alone, unless in the company of others he and it trusts.
Reserved- He keeps to him self holding himself at a different status than others.
Illiterate- The boy never learned to read or write.
Loyalties:
He tends to follow those that save him from his own isolation. Offering this isolated "Child" some comfort. Most of the time wandering out from Las Noches and the other Espada's influence due to their aggressiveness.... A single arrancar from his past, though lost to the desert of Hueco Mundo, he holds highly in his eyes.
For now though, his only allies that he does trust the most are many of people who wander about La Colonia.
Snapshots:
*(7/5/1097) - Zero would be born and within moments made a slave
*(10/28/1118) -Would have both of his eyes slashed, losing his vision in definitely
*(3/14/1119)- Thrown into a pit to die
*(3/16/1119)- Dies in the hole that is his grave
*(5/17/1119)- Spirit would rise from the grave locking him to the place and aspect of his long dead mother
*(10/31/1119)- His spirit chain would decay and the hollow would take hold of him and his life
*(2/30/1120)- Would encounter its 2nd Shinigami, eat her and devour other hollows for the first time.
*(8/06/1124)- It would first learn of and use "The Eternal Prison" after focusing its spirit energy and toxic mists it exhumes
*(12/15/1127)- Encountered the pair of Shinigami and kills one, then escapes to Hueco Mundo
*(4/28/1136)- Evolved into a Gillian
*(9/17/1149)-Devoured enough to evolve into an Adjucha
*(3/29/1152)- Encountered a Shinigami with a stark resemblance to its mother whom would break its mask as an attempt to kill it.
*(4/04/1152)- Awoke as an Arrancar for the first time, still coming to terms with what he had done.
[ ON THE SURFACE ]
Physical Description:
A small child of man stands there, his hair long and shaggy, knots and dirt tangled into the strands. Wearing a tattered and worn crimson jacket over his pale body. Baggy, yet faded brown pants with striped crimson wrapped around his legs, hugging him slightly at the hips. His sobbing sounding eternally. His hands raising up towards the sky showing the dry and cracked skin, as if he was a doll about to break. Each of his eyes showing that tortured soul that only remained now and left look upon his flesh. Almost begging someone to pick him up and hold him. Lips chapped, eyes irritated, and a quivering lip. His sobbing quietly fading as his long dried eyes started to focus. A slow dripping coming from his hands as droplets of pure crimson fell to the floor from where he stood, coming from the covered scars that adorn his arms and back. Hidden by the jacket with the deepest of scars at his neck, yet they do not bleed. His voice speaking softly yet quietly like a trained animal or beast, it sounding of pure innocent lost to the hell he has endured.
As the chains that bind him break with each power level he awakens into his form slowly shifts from a young boy into a more powerful feral being. His body changing from that of the twelve year old boy into that bipedal beast, looking to be near 10ft tall with a tail formed from an extension of its spine. Both of his legs changing shape to look like an animal's if it would stand on its hind legs whilst a pair of vents erupt from his shoulders. Growing out to look like mounds of rocks spewing forth the miasma inside of his body. His full hollow mask slowly reforming as the stage goes on, loops forming on the edges of it for a place where a chain would hold the mask with his hair growing thickly down his back like an animal's mane. Each finger elongating from his palm as they all began to form needle like ends for rending into flesh and digging into the ground. His mask material spreading down his back and arms to encase them partly like a shell while his spine elongated. Making a ridge line along the length of serrated plates as if to protect it while he tail came to a rather sharp point at the end. Leaving the once innocent looking child in the body of a bloodied and maddened pit fighter ready to slaughter as the body of a beast settled in place.
Both of his forms keeping a hollow hole in the dead center of his neck. Fragments of the mask looking like a makeshift eye covers starting at his eyebrows that extend from his face almost an inch as to protect them from the sun's rays like a cap. When his abilities begin to trigger, the fragments begin to grow his mask again. Wrapping over his full face with a thin fragment of bone going down to cover the middle of his hollow hole. His mask from the side when fully formed looking like a crescent moon, but from any other direction it looked like a finely carved glave edge that could cut a material as easily as his claws and wrist blades. The Mask itself though looking like an inverse cross from the front if they were to stare the beast down.
Spiritual Description:
It washes over one like the sea, hanging low on the shores as it swallows up your feet before pulling back in towards the void. Pushing the strong sense of pure sadness onto others and even filling them with dread. The air passing through it leaves a taste most foul deep in their mouths. A new wave of the sensation running out of with each drop of blood, each tear, or as wisp of the miasma inside him escaping. Pushing most mortal people to their knees in crippling sickness. Pushing others to keep far away from him even though he tries to draw closer to people each and every day.
[ BEHIND THE EYES ]
Personality:
A child wanders the streets alone. knocking on doors and windows for any to notice. Playing in the streets and at the park with other children. His eyes blind to the world around him. Simply living a care free life. Each day always seeming new and fun to him. Playing with the other children and keeping close to the adults who were kind to him. Although no matter what he did, at all times he did his best to keep his ugly marks hidden from the world, afraid of what others would think if they saw them. His mind racing with self doubt and bordering on depression most of the time. It just seems to fade away though once he starts to play with the other children. There is not a thing in the world that would stop him or keep him down. Though with each day he wakes up wondering why he is never hungry, or why he was in a completely different place than the night before. Wondering why he never saw the same people twice except on a rare occasion. Never forming true bonds of friendship due to this self placed exile that he never understood.
When the child is ever in true danger, or when something seems as though it may hurt him, gears and cogs begin to turn inside of his head. The child fading away into the depths of his mind to slumber peacefully while another being wakes up. A more aggressive and glutenous monster. Showing the wisdom his age truly holds whilst retaining some of the child's innocence. Determined to fulfill its primal needs in a simple order... the first being hunger. Then safety coming next in order to keep the child blind to the horrors that are reality. Even though its out look may be that of a more feral nature it still will do what it can to protect what the child holds deer so that when he comes back into control again he is not lost to his tears.
Neither of these forms the boy takes hold any vice or virtue for any race. To him all are good people and bad people that will be mixed together most of the time. That bad people are needed to keep the balance, but if one of those bad people would dare harm him. Then his true malice shows and how feral his nature truly is.
Goals & Achievements:
Though limited in his achievements through his long life...
* Able to take revenge on those who tortured him in life.
* Managed to protect his own sanity after being a monster for so long.
His goals are not as lofty as some would think they are...
* Live a peaceful existence one day with others and the monster inside him.
* Find friends whom he can trust and will not abandon him.
[ GUARDIAN ANGEL ]
Aspect of Death: Innocence
Power: The Eternal Prison
Combining the toxic miasma and his own spiritual powers together he can create a living image but void of emotions. It can also be used to create permanent structures made of material similar to that of a hollow's mask.
Zanpakutō:
A special weapon that comes from a spiked collar, the spikes pointing in towards his own neck. The chain leading from the leash of this collar is spiked along its length and holds a hook at the far end that uses three rounded prongs to grab hold of others or even a ledge if needed to pull something down or climb up.
When the second stage of his powers are activated the length of chain and hooks disappear to be replaced by shackles on his wrists and ankles that are bladed along them for protection as well as to attack with using all four limbs of his body.
If the third stage is reached the shackles will extend their metal covering up and down the full length of his arms and legs like armor with their blades staying the same length.
[ LEGACY CREATED ]
Origin:
It was a simple day in what would be called Anatolia, part of modern day Turkey. In a hovel on the outskirts of a village that had already once been raided by crusaders seeking the holy land. A mother would hold her new born baby boy, cradling him in her arms as he took the first suckle of his mother's milk and the last. Those few minutes of peace would be all that he remembered of his mother before catastrophe struck his life. Before his eyes had even opened and he could recognize his mother's face retreating German crusaders from the 2nd battle of Dorylaeum. The soldiers bursting into the home and slaughtering his mother in the name of a holy war, taking the new born infant as a trophy in the claims that he would be reforged into a proper catholic. The child being carried away by his leg like a sack of flower while his mother lay there on the ground. Her hand raised towards the door as she bled out from her wounds. The ringing cries of the infant and shouts of the men to forever engraved into this memory.
A few years later his mind would begin to turn, learning to speak from those around him whilst he himself was in shackles. A young boy serving German gentry like a prize in the name of a god he did not know nor believe in. Keeping his head low and shaking his head any time he tried to remember his past. Looking around the noble houses as he was sold off on and on to others. The boy would be a good slave for many houses, tending to all the tasks he could from being a cup bearer at gatherings to being a laundry boy and a armor when a noble wished to put his gear on for a show. During one of the parties he attend during this servitude one noble he would encounter would maim him in a way that could not be undone. The noble spitting out his drink and shouting at the boy, screaming because of a distaste at the offered drink from the house. Lashing out as he drew a knife and cut the slave boy across the eyes claiming that it was a proper payment for the lack of acknowledgement of the man's stature. The boy dropping the tray on which the drink and many others had stood, recoiling back as he brought his hands to his face and his knees to the ground. Screaming out in pain as sight in both of his eyes was cut out with that slash. Another slave would attempt to mend these wounds at their owner's command but to no avail would it do. Robbed of his sight the slave would make mistake after mistake, worthless as he was now. Receiving whipping after whipping and lash after lash. His back and arms would become scared and his back left in a wretched state of blood and marks.
Due to his wounds the boy would slowly become ill. His body weakening by the day not just from the lack of food but also the wounds themselves becoming infected and irritated. Each and every day leaning into more agony as the boy was ruined. His body withering his current and last owners would throw him into a pit in the depths of their land to die in. The grave left open for any slaves who had become expired with their usefulness. The boy sharing this open coffin of earth with other skeletons and insects as he crawled around in it. Trying to find his way out until he gave up and leaned against a wall of earth inside of it. Trying to open his eyes to see into the sky as rain began to pour. This poor poor boy's life slowly coming to an end as he could feel the water. Begging and pleading in his grave that had been given to him and many others. Crying like the day he was taken before slowly falling over onto his side. Tired of struggling the boy just gave up, crying as he waited for death to take him. For three nights that boy would lay there in pure agony waiting to die as the rain kept up. He looked up towards the sky and smiled on the last day. Happy that his life was coming to an end, opening his eyes for the last time and taking a breath of fresh air in. The side of the grave collapsed in and buried him alive for what little it was worth. Giving the lonely boy some warmth finally in his eternal slumber...
Months later a spirit would rise up from that grave and look upon the place that held him captive in his last days. His eyes which had been taken from him finally could see again, but not just the normal world but the other that existed alongside it. Anger and envy flooding into the boy for the first time in a long while. The once innocent child wishing so greatly for revenge that his spirit had turned foul. His old wounds making his body excrete a toxic mist from the rot his body had to endure. All of these negative emotions only making his spirit chain break apart faster. His body wanting to be free and fill an ungodly need deep inside. He wanted revenge, he wanted retribution... he wanted to see his mother again... The boy's hands twitching, as he looked up into the sky with his eyes. Muttering the words "momma" under his breath. Each of his hands grasping onto his own chain trying to pull it out as he started to scream for his mother. Drowning out all the hate and evil in his soul with that simple need. Though his screams would go unheard for over a year until his chain had rotted away.
Once free of the chain the beast would take its shape. Mouth hung open and low, hands dug into the ground that had buried it as it let out a deep bestial growl. The beast screaming out in agony from its former life before lunging out and going to devour the house hold that robbed him of everything...
Rise to Power:
As one of the numerous base hollow breeds his road of desolation pushed him forward back to the lands where he was enslaved. Devouring the crusader souls and slaves alike that he once knew as well as the new ones that would be brought in to replace them. Devouring houses of slaves and citizen's whole, letting his miasma kill off those around him that he could not devour on his own. The glutenous hunger that drove him made him eager and further down the path of a feral beast. With his old master devoured by his own savage hands the beast charged off village to village. Always moving, and always hunting. Ripping through person after person until it came across a village where a little boy screamed out because he could see the monster that ate his family. The fact the boy could see him scared the beast slightly at first before devouring him next. Its path of blood shed and wrath would leave a clear trail for any to follow if they had the will to do so.
One day on its warpath through the Germanic country side it would come across a man cloaked in black robes who would stand in its way, bearing a sword. Thinking of it as nothing more than another meal it would feel a tinge of power escaping from the man, only making him look like that much more tempting of a meal. A violent battle would take place destroying a home or two of the village, and killed ten of the village's residents, as the man had cut the tail off of the hollow, but it in return the hollow took the off hand arm of the swordsman. The hollow staring the man down growling and ready to kill him as another much larger hollow erupted from the ground and devoured his meal. Running off to heal its tail as it kept on the path of hunger living by the skin of its teeth. The days that followed would seem odd in comparison to it, for never before had the beast encountered a man it actually could feel strength coming from. Making it thirst for a day in which it would have a chance to eat another being of strength.
Weeks later another chance would be given to it to kill another being that had this prescience. It was unmistakable to it, it was different from its normal food. Snapping its jaws and looking out from its hiding place of choice. Sitting in a small cave beside a village like a dragon of old. Its miasma kicking up from the vents behind its shoulders like a fog wall. Flooding the depths of the cave with the toxic mist while it stared at the entry way, its eyes looking for that powerful figure to appear. As it sat there waiting for the man to appear, it saw a woman to its surprise dressed in black much like the one before, a sword in hand. As it lurched backwards slowly preparing to lunge at its prey it heard a roar from outside the cave. The hollow from before had followed him to this meal and was trying to steal it as well, just this time it was greedy and attacked the prey first. From its hiding place in the cave flooded with miasma it watched. The hollow and the woman fighting watching them, twitching a little as the woman spoke a few words before her sword changed into knives. Watching her closely as he felt another twitch of power coming from places unknown as more hollows were attracted to this woman of power. Growling angrily at the back of the cave from the things coming to steal his kill as the woman was slowly over ran with 3 more hollows.
The woman backed away to hold her ground against the new hollows as the one she was fighting backed off to catch its breath for a moment. Fueled by anger and hatred at the other hollows he would charge from his hiding place and drive his teeth into the neck of the hollow that stole his kill from before and was now hurt. Bringing it to the ground like an animal eager for the kill. Devouring it right there in front of the woman as she continued to fight the other three. The sense of power from killing the other hollow flooded into him. Each inch of his body tingling and twitching as it roared out. Devouring it eagerly as it kept its eyes looked with that woman. Watching her cut down each of these new hollows one by one with blood running down her torn clothes and brow. Her breathing deep and haggard. Finishing its meal it would slowly leave its kill, sniffing the air feeling the power from the other dead hollows gone before setting its sights on the woman.
Thinking how to approach her after watching her battle with the others it struck. Reaching in with its claw like hand from the side as the head went low. She took her knife to glide the hand away but couldn't stop the head in time as it took off her leg in a clean solid bite. ripping it from her form and watching as she fell to the ground spitting out blood and bleeding profusely onto the ground. Watching the woman dazed on the ground as it lunged again, pinning her arms down with his own arms before opening its maw and eating the woman head first off the ground. Taking its time and feasting of the woman and the dead hollows. Reveling in the taste of its own dead kin. Growling out into the darkness as it started to hear the dead hollows wills in its head. Forcing them down one at a time inside until they were quiet again.
Howling out into the night as it began to move again, devouring human, reaper, and hollow alike. Each time swallowing their soul and enforcing its own will. Its mind shattering the will of the spirits it consumed time and time again. Growing bulkier and bulkier by the day as it kept up its rampage. One day it came across a larger village than most with a cliff a short distance away. Its form so mighty in size that it had to hide behind the cliff as it focused something inside. The miasma vents on its back frothing out as it thought about the souls it had turned into food. Focusing so much that the miasma and its spirit energy began to mix together and take a physical form. From this combination of power and will a smaller hollow would form and howl out at its birth. The smaller hollow looking upon it, as though waiting for a command. The beast told it to move and it moved, it told it to come and it did. A deep grin slowly crept along its lips as it kept redoing this process. Shrinking its main body only slightly as it began to produce hollow breed from its own power.
The beast would howl out in approval before telling its spawn to attack the village but not to eat a soul. Only that they were allowed to kill its residents and so that they did. A flood of hollows swarmed into the town and started to claw, rend and tear through the people. Destroying the homes and farms, only eating the live stock and other animals left in their passing. All of the hollows coming back to him and standing in a line as it grabbed them up in its claw like hands and swallowed them whole. The creature towering over the ruins of the town as it stood there and focused in the middle of it. Its spiritual pressure surging out before coming back in like a tide. Howling out into the dead of the night as it forced its will, bringing the soul of one of dead soul reapers back. Slowly a woman would form from its fog and kneel before it, her sword already transformed into its dagger form but her own spirit energy was gone, lost amiss the swirling mass that was the beast. Leaving this puppet of shadow there in the middle of the village to stand guard as it climbed back down the cliff to sleep for a time. Waiting as it formulated a plot in its madness, believing in its trap that it would bring more food soon. Curling up there to sleep as the beast lay there now, less than three years had passed since it awoke as a hollow and already it was half the size of a Gillian
As it slumbered it left the shadow of the woman to protect that village. From the lack of her own spiritual pressure she glided among the ruins like a ghost. Killing off the lesser hollows that would come from the growing spirit field. Using the dead villagers to bait in more and more as their spirits slowly raised. The woman would work without delay, without fatigue or need of any basic kind. Dragging the dead beasts to the cliff and dropping the corpses off for it's master to devour when it awoke. Waking up from his den as it swallowed up the lesser hollows that began to flock there. Days of this continued, then days ran into weeks. The pit of hollow corpses stacking high as the beast awoke to reap its bounty. Feasting on the corpses and growing larger, focusing on the spirits inside of it to find more like the woman as it slowly forged more puppets. Forcing another three shadows to rise and form to aid in the duties of the woman who had worked so tirelessly to secure a home. The beast growling after its meal as it began to dig into the cliff, making a borough and slowly making a cavern beneath the village to hold its growing size. Becoming so vast that it struggled to keep its spiritual pressure down.
Its tunnel like home finished within a month's time as its lair seeped out the spiritual pressure. Making a small well like hole in the dead center of the village and leaving its mouth there at the bottom of it. The shadows dragging the bodies in and dropping them into their waiting master's maw. One day due to its long stay a pair of shinigami appeared. They walked into the town slowly, careful of each step as the souls of villagers warned them of the evil that made its home into the town. As they walked towards the center they could see the miasma seeping through the ground, it weighing heavily upon the ground as it made them cough. Still they pressed on, walking upon the four shadow puppets kneeling around the hole. Gasping as they saw old comrades there, trying to talk to them, as if to wake them from this daze. One of the reapers knelt down beside the woman and tried to talk to her passionately, whimpering and crying. His tears brought to a sudden end as deftly moved her hand and pushed a dagger into his throat while he had embraced her only to push the still alive reaper down the hole. His spirit pressure disappearing as he was swallowed up by the beast that lay below. The man who came with him recoiling back in horror as he started to run from shadow puppets. As he ran he started shouting in incantations as he opened a gateway to retreat into, trying to return to the soul society. The beast feeling this new power growled with interest as it had the shadows charge after the man only to disappear at the gateway while the man escaped. Erupting from the ground as it took its claws and held the doors open as chains reached out along its arms and forced his spiritual energy into the door. Twisting it and turning it until the door opened fully and shattering it in order to make it fit its ghastly size, its spiritual energy changing its destination though. Forcing the gateway to take it somewhere else, somewhere that felt right to it.... Hueco Mundo
Erupting from the torn and fractured spirit gate in the obsidian tree fields beneath the desert. Looking around and feeling this new feasting ground, full of hollows and beasts alike. Many of them smaller with the exception of others that towered overhead of even it. Growling out as it spent the next few years devouring the smaller hollows that were gathering into cannibalistic feeding frenzies. Using the gifts it had been given since its awakening to force the others under its will. His body wrapping around itself after a time as he became a Gillian among the trees. Towering over the others as it kept eating, kept devouring each and every little thing. Enforcing its will over every aspect of its being as it began to devour other Gillians as well, resting after each one to compose itself over the influx of new souls and voices inside. Roaring out as it continued to feast for the next few years until it awoke to a new form. The Adjucha that stood where the Gillian once was. Its new form giving it all sorts of ideas as it began hunting the forest again. Tearing through other hollows one by one until it decided to go to the surface that lay above. Roaming the desert endlessly attacking and feasting on any that came towards it, the feral beast hunting until it saw a soul reaper alone in the vast emptiness. A woman stood there that haunted the beast, his eyes watered in disbelief.
It stood there looking upon the woman, jaw hung low. Its eyes open wide with a heart beating heavily in its chest. It saw someone it barely recognized but it felt like it was someone it knew deep down in its core. Shaking its head back and forth slowly until it heard her speak. Her words like whispers to the wind. "My dear little one.... how you have grown... if only i could have stopped this..." The beast looking up and into the woman's eyes as it saw a very familiar look. "It pains me to see you this way... I wanted my child to grow up strong and brave... able to live the life he wanted..." Slowly the beast would open its maw as the personality at its core spoke out for the first time in a long age of silence. "M.. Momma?" Its eyes opening wise as the bestial form retracted some. The mask still present on its face as it took slow steps towards her. His arms reaching up and towards her like he did in last day of life, while the hollow beast's body slowly crumbled away that surrounded him. "Momma... is that... you?" He asked from the bottom of his heart. The woman raised her hands and nodded slowly. "Yes my child... its me... its been to long since i last saw you... though it saddens me to see you like this... im glad i got to see you again... if only for a moment..." The boy recoiled back slightly at her last choice of words and looked upon her with dismay.
The woman said a few more words under her breath as a light shown upon each of her hands. Arcs of light racing out and slamming into his mask and fracturing it. Making the child recoil back and roll upon the ground. His pain deep and unlike any before. The miasma surging out of him to protect him as it ate away at the desert floor until he dropped away to land in the trees below. Falling back below the sands and into the darkness. Screaming out "Momma... momma hurt meeee!!!" His voice being lost to the descent before vanishing fully from sight. Crashing into the ground below and leaving a crater. Writing upon the ground as he held his face, feeling the mask fall away as he kept screaming out at the top of his lungs. Then as if it was the end the boy fell limp like a corpse and settled into that grave his fall had made. Raising his hand up towards the opening above that shown down light with a small yet innocent glimmer in his eye. "Momma... momma wouldn't... she wouldn't hurt me... like them..." His voice falling to a whisper as he collapsed to the ground fully.
Waking up after what felt like an eternity of laying there on the ground. The boy looked at his hands and was shocked, the bestial form had receded and left him in a state just like he was moments before he died. Reaching up to rub his head and feeling that scar across his eyes, shivering slightly as he opened his eyes slowly and was shocked that he could see with his eyes again. Basking in the moment for what seemed like an eternity. Finally back in his own body he felt at ease for a moment, thinking back to what he always wanted to do. Alas his past started to dawn on him, the boy lowering his hand and feeling that hollow hole engraved through the center of his throat. Thinking back to what he had done as a monster he rolled over and onto his belly and screamed out in anguish into the ground below.
When he rose up after recovering from his wound, hands still rubbing at the fragments of his mask. The boy looked deep inside, thinking back to the monster deep inside of him that had subjugated soul after soul. "You... you gave me a new life... it may not be good... but it is my life... again..." Sitting there in the crater as he forced himself to come to terms with what he has done. "I will not hurt anyone again... but i need you... i know your still in there... i need you to protect me... and hurt others... but only if i tell you that they can.... or they try and hurt us... I don't want to know what you do, just that we are safe." Nodding like he had come to some understanding within himself as he stood up, focusing on the road ahead.
Call to Action:
From the blast of energy the woman shot into his face, it shattered the beast's reality. It had once seen no true meaning to its existence other than to feed and grow. Seeing someone it actually knew in life, it sparked something deep inside and brought a long quiet spirit back to the surface of its personality. Looking back at all of its suffering in life, the carnage of its after life and smiling. Knowing he had to do something to change his own fate and make his mother proud of him again even if that woman wasn't. Growling out as it merged with its own inner person, its innocence it had lost. Slowly the boy would take the mental reigns and begin to push the adjucha onward, letting the beast eat while he slumbered. The hollow side feasting without delay in the nights when the boy tried to live a normal life as a kid of the time. Waiting for its chance to tear open that broken spirit gate and return back to the human world, to live the life it lost.
