Post by Cherish on Jun 2, 2018 14:31:05 GMT -5
CHERISH
Queen of Las Noches
Personnel File
Age / Apparent Age:
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 149 cm & 44 kg
Hair & Eye Color: Flaxen blonde and yellow
Positive Traits: Motherly, passionate, focused
Negative Traits: Twisted, devoted, self-righteous
Physical Specifications
Physical Description: Cherish, like most Arrancar who have come to accept who they are and their role in the world, carries herself with a sort of confidence that inspires the weaker. Her head is held high, her gait long and imposing, she carried herself with a cool, aloofness that betrays the warmth she radiates. A tender stare will fall upon those suffering, but she can't simply shed away the stressful tension that works her muscles into rigity.
In a more basic sense of what she looks like, she's of average height and lean build. Hard-toned muscles cover her body, scars and blemishes further ruining whatever sort of dainty exterior one might expect. Blonde, almost white, hair spills from her head in long, straigt lines that fan inward towards her hips and upper thighs. Behind a thick layer of bangs are golden, almost glowing yellow eyes that burn with hatred and hunger. Most would akin it to the eyes of a base Hollow who had gone too long without eating. Her body shape is feminine with a decent rack and wide hips, but most of it is covered by her attire.
Her torso is layered with thin, but firm, black metal armor that wraps around her body tightly. The layers and folds of it make a downwards V shape starting from just below the bust line. The metal around her bust is straight and pulls her chest together firmly. Resting above her bust is a black collar of fabric that's held together by thick, bulky chains. The fabric is torn, ragged, and soaked in dried blood. Blossoming from this fabric is a feathery shroud that starts at her shoulders and wraps around her back. From there, a cape of silken, black fabric spills out, standing in stark contract to her almost white hair.
Below the waist she wears similarly tailored clothes. A metal skirt hugs her hips and circles around her thighs just above her knees. Beneath it are hints of a softer fabric that surely lines the inside of all of her armor. As expected, this fabric is also frayed and crusty with dried blood.
Spiritual Description: A warm blanket. A cup of hot tea on a cold, winter's night. A freshly made bed after a long day's of work. The feeling of home and security. That is what it's like to feel the embrace of Cherish's reiatsu. It hugs all of those around her tightly, lulling them to sleep with a warm, gentle tune that inspires ease and comfort. Hers is not one meant for combat; it's one to help others. Regardless of what she says or does, this is who she really is. Stripped away from her past and the burdens she bears, the feeling of snuggling into the arms of a loved one is the sort of person she is.
Psychological Profile
Personality: On the surface, Cherish is a deeply flawed, confused woman driven to madness by her stubborn refusal to give up on those around her. At her core, she's a deeply compassionate woman who takes pride in herself as a leader. Her past is layered with failure after failure, proving to her over and over that she should just give up and abandon her dreams of "saving her people", but despite that she pushes on. She yearns for a world in which her struggles have paid off. A world in which her people are free from fear, isolation, and war. And that, really, is who she is: the imbodiment of all of those negative emotions. The person who carries the burden of her people's fear. The person who pulls them from the slums of depression and raises them to heights they never could have achieved on their own.
She is a queen who is hellbent on bringing salvation to the lost, hungry, and tired souls of Las Noches.
Racial File
Power: Cherish is a deeply loving, sympathetic person searching for all the right answers for everything wrong in the world. Because of this, she's more intune with the people around her than others might be. When she interacts with someone's soul -- be it in combat, or from a willing participant -- she can read the lines laced into the very foundation of that person's soul and learn the deeper meaningings and mechanisims behind their powers.
Weapon: Weilding a blood-stained lance, Cherish's imposing form is made all the more eerie by the fact that tied near the tip of the weapon is a thin, torn rag. The fabric, seemingly torn from a shirt or some sort of cloth, shines a bright white as it waves in the air, never once being tainted by dirt, blood, or anything the spear may come in contact with.
The weapon itself is painfully simple. The straight, splintered wood speaks of a time before truly impressive weapons were born. The hilt of it is jagged from use, as if someone leaned on it way too hard. The tip of the spear is a rusty, old chunk of metal. Though it still holds a sharp shape and seems to work very well, you might want to get a tetanus shot after taking a jab from it.
Additional Racial Information: Cherish's Aspect of Death is Adoration. Her infatuation with the people around her and strong love for protecting those she views as weaker and under her wing drove her to madness in her human life and has already wrapped it's nasty hands around her neck. This constant drive to find peace and security for those around her pushes her further and further into madness as she tackles hard to answer questions, such as where the line between right and wrong really is.
Documented History
Origin: Grew up as a princess to a small kingdom in England during medieval times. Took crown at 12 years old. Known for her endless love and empathetic nature, but unable to make tough, military decision when war broke out. Naturally, her kingdom fell and she slipped into a deep depression over the loss of her people. Sometime after the territory war, she snapped and attacked the new king, driven by vengeance for her fallen kingdom. Though she did kill the king, she was killed immediately afterwards.
As a hollow, much like her times a human, she struggled to "pull the trigger: on her prey, often leaving them at death's door, but never eating them. Soon enough she was eaten by a larger, more powerful hollow and became a Menos. Surrounded by other souls, she quickly became consumed by her AoD and strove to end the senseless violence between souls battling for top of the food chain. Gaining strength through allied souls, she rose to the top hopes of freeing the souls trapped within the body. Thanking she would purify the souls, she instantly snapped her own mask upon gaining control over the physical body.
Once she became an Arrancar and realized that she had not got what she was after, she quickly became consumed with grief, thinking she doomed all of those souls to a life of purgatory. This is a wash, rinse, repeat of her human life that ultimately leaves her snapping and becoming consumed by her desire to "protect" everyone in the world. Fueled by her grief and determination to fix her wrongs, she stormed the deserts of Hueco Mundo, violently killing and consuming souls so that she could harbor them in her body, shielding them from the pain of reality. In turn, she quickly grew in power until she turned her eyes to Las Noches.
With no one to stand in her way, she took the fallen kingdom by storm, rallying weaker Hollows under her wings and finally bringing in order to the chaos that had consumed the war-torn land.
Queen of Las Noches
Personnel File
Age / Apparent Age:
Gender: Female
Height & Weight: 149 cm & 44 kg
Hair & Eye Color: Flaxen blonde and yellow
Positive Traits: Motherly, passionate, focused
Negative Traits: Twisted, devoted, self-righteous
Physical Specifications
Physical Description: Cherish, like most Arrancar who have come to accept who they are and their role in the world, carries herself with a sort of confidence that inspires the weaker. Her head is held high, her gait long and imposing, she carried herself with a cool, aloofness that betrays the warmth she radiates. A tender stare will fall upon those suffering, but she can't simply shed away the stressful tension that works her muscles into rigity.
In a more basic sense of what she looks like, she's of average height and lean build. Hard-toned muscles cover her body, scars and blemishes further ruining whatever sort of dainty exterior one might expect. Blonde, almost white, hair spills from her head in long, straigt lines that fan inward towards her hips and upper thighs. Behind a thick layer of bangs are golden, almost glowing yellow eyes that burn with hatred and hunger. Most would akin it to the eyes of a base Hollow who had gone too long without eating. Her body shape is feminine with a decent rack and wide hips, but most of it is covered by her attire.
Her torso is layered with thin, but firm, black metal armor that wraps around her body tightly. The layers and folds of it make a downwards V shape starting from just below the bust line. The metal around her bust is straight and pulls her chest together firmly. Resting above her bust is a black collar of fabric that's held together by thick, bulky chains. The fabric is torn, ragged, and soaked in dried blood. Blossoming from this fabric is a feathery shroud that starts at her shoulders and wraps around her back. From there, a cape of silken, black fabric spills out, standing in stark contract to her almost white hair.
Below the waist she wears similarly tailored clothes. A metal skirt hugs her hips and circles around her thighs just above her knees. Beneath it are hints of a softer fabric that surely lines the inside of all of her armor. As expected, this fabric is also frayed and crusty with dried blood.
Spiritual Description: A warm blanket. A cup of hot tea on a cold, winter's night. A freshly made bed after a long day's of work. The feeling of home and security. That is what it's like to feel the embrace of Cherish's reiatsu. It hugs all of those around her tightly, lulling them to sleep with a warm, gentle tune that inspires ease and comfort. Hers is not one meant for combat; it's one to help others. Regardless of what she says or does, this is who she really is. Stripped away from her past and the burdens she bears, the feeling of snuggling into the arms of a loved one is the sort of person she is.
Psychological Profile
Personality: On the surface, Cherish is a deeply flawed, confused woman driven to madness by her stubborn refusal to give up on those around her. At her core, she's a deeply compassionate woman who takes pride in herself as a leader. Her past is layered with failure after failure, proving to her over and over that she should just give up and abandon her dreams of "saving her people", but despite that she pushes on. She yearns for a world in which her struggles have paid off. A world in which her people are free from fear, isolation, and war. And that, really, is who she is: the imbodiment of all of those negative emotions. The person who carries the burden of her people's fear. The person who pulls them from the slums of depression and raises them to heights they never could have achieved on their own.
She is a queen who is hellbent on bringing salvation to the lost, hungry, and tired souls of Las Noches.
Racial File
Power: Cherish is a deeply loving, sympathetic person searching for all the right answers for everything wrong in the world. Because of this, she's more intune with the people around her than others might be. When she interacts with someone's soul -- be it in combat, or from a willing participant -- she can read the lines laced into the very foundation of that person's soul and learn the deeper meaningings and mechanisims behind their powers.
Weapon: Weilding a blood-stained lance, Cherish's imposing form is made all the more eerie by the fact that tied near the tip of the weapon is a thin, torn rag. The fabric, seemingly torn from a shirt or some sort of cloth, shines a bright white as it waves in the air, never once being tainted by dirt, blood, or anything the spear may come in contact with.
The weapon itself is painfully simple. The straight, splintered wood speaks of a time before truly impressive weapons were born. The hilt of it is jagged from use, as if someone leaned on it way too hard. The tip of the spear is a rusty, old chunk of metal. Though it still holds a sharp shape and seems to work very well, you might want to get a tetanus shot after taking a jab from it.
Additional Racial Information: Cherish's Aspect of Death is Adoration. Her infatuation with the people around her and strong love for protecting those she views as weaker and under her wing drove her to madness in her human life and has already wrapped it's nasty hands around her neck. This constant drive to find peace and security for those around her pushes her further and further into madness as she tackles hard to answer questions, such as where the line between right and wrong really is.
Documented History
Origin: Grew up as a princess to a small kingdom in England during medieval times. Took crown at 12 years old. Known for her endless love and empathetic nature, but unable to make tough, military decision when war broke out. Naturally, her kingdom fell and she slipped into a deep depression over the loss of her people. Sometime after the territory war, she snapped and attacked the new king, driven by vengeance for her fallen kingdom. Though she did kill the king, she was killed immediately afterwards.
As a hollow, much like her times a human, she struggled to "pull the trigger: on her prey, often leaving them at death's door, but never eating them. Soon enough she was eaten by a larger, more powerful hollow and became a Menos. Surrounded by other souls, she quickly became consumed by her AoD and strove to end the senseless violence between souls battling for top of the food chain. Gaining strength through allied souls, she rose to the top hopes of freeing the souls trapped within the body. Thanking she would purify the souls, she instantly snapped her own mask upon gaining control over the physical body.
Once she became an Arrancar and realized that she had not got what she was after, she quickly became consumed with grief, thinking she doomed all of those souls to a life of purgatory. This is a wash, rinse, repeat of her human life that ultimately leaves her snapping and becoming consumed by her desire to "protect" everyone in the world. Fueled by her grief and determination to fix her wrongs, she stormed the deserts of Hueco Mundo, violently killing and consuming souls so that she could harbor them in her body, shielding them from the pain of reality. In turn, she quickly grew in power until she turned her eyes to Las Noches.
With no one to stand in her way, she took the fallen kingdom by storm, rallying weaker Hollows under her wings and finally bringing in order to the chaos that had consumed the war-torn land.