Tatiana Topaz. [Arrancar]

Basic Information

Name: Tatiana Topaz.
Age: Appears to be 20.
Gender: Female.
Rank: Arrancar.
Number: 757.

Looks:



Tatiana is observed as a seemingly fragile being, reaching a measly height of 5'5" with the light weight body to match. She has a light complexion, despite her many hours spent outdoors in the sunlight. Tatiana possesses thick, stunning emerald locks, reaching her lower back. With the dark, but soft pupils, it isn't hard to mistake her as an innocent girl.

Tatiana seldom "covers herself up," as she is frequently seen in light clothing. Her attire is usually made up of less fabric than a simple hand cloth, resulting in skin-tight clothing. She favours low-neckline clothes, which tend to sink substantially low as to excessively expose her breasts.

Personality: Creative and simple-minded, it is difficult to categorize as a single-personality person. She tends to put her hot-head attitude in display, but rarely acts out for incoherent reasons. For the most part, Tatiana is fairly reasonable, who understands most of her values. Despite the fact that she prefers being independent, she'd always acknowledge a helping hand that doesn't pose a threat to damage her dignity.

In addition to her revealing clothing choices, Tatiana tends to come off as a tad bit perverted, the level of it being able to rise if it is played along with. With that, she loves receiving excessive amounts of attention, preferably from the opposite sex, and judging from her appearance and flirty personality, it's evidently easy for Tatiana to lure in eager men.

Weapon Information

Weapon Name: Flora.
Weapon Looks:

Weapon Description: Unlike most fans, Tatiana's has several [9] different sections and faces. Each section is outlined with a thin blade of metal, its capabilities similar to regular knives. It is usually kept folded and in the confinements of Tatiana's pocket near her waist.
Released Weapon Description: N/A.
Weapon Release Phrase: Rise, Flora!
Weapon Spirit: N/A.
Weapon Realm: N/A.

Resurrección Information

Name: 白 翼. [Shiro Tsubasa - White Wings]
Represent: Harpy.
Family: Wind.
Looks:

Her visual appearances undergo the most change; talons are substituted for her hands and feet and wings are formed on her arms, rather than her back. This development allows for a basic defensive shield, as the wings are mostly used for flight. Tatiana's major advantage would be speed, as physical combat and ground attacks would be easily dodgeable.

Talons on her hands are equal in strength as the outer lining of metal on her hand fan. It is able to cut through human skin, and other basic natural armor, but it reaches its limit when faced with other types of metal.

Techniques

Basic Techniques

Spoiler:

Stats

Strength: 17.
Speed: 19.
Accuracy: 14.
Stamina: 20.

Resurrección Stat Changes
Strength: 17 + 2 = 19.
Speed: 19 + 10 = 29.
Accuracy: 14 + 5 = 19.
Stamina: 20 + 3 = 23.

History and RP Sample

History:

Human

As Tatiana was enrolled in college, her marks were tolerable; she was fairly intelligent and competent, but there were times when her slacker side revealed itself. But, for the most part, studies came before anything else in her quiet and remote life. However, it seemed that happiness was never within reach for Tatiana, as her life beyond school and her education was poor and almost nonexistent. This feeling began to put forth negative thoughts in her mind, so the desire of wanting to be loved had became her one and only intention in life, putting aside her right mind-set.

A few days after she had put her newly-made goal in her mind, Tatiana's marks began to drop. Her attendance level and interests in her education followed, and she started developing mass amounts of free time for herself to spend with unnecessary business. It had been a week, and she'd already gained a new reputation.

It was another day spent drinking, partying and who-knows-what-else, and Tatiana, drunk and exhausted, was headed back to her dorm room. Feeling light-headed, it was obvious that she didn't know which way she was currently going and it wasn't long before she'd stepped out, dead in front of a moving vehicle. Despite the fact that the car was petite, it was traveling at a rate, quick enough to excessively injure Tatiana. Internally and externally.

A total of 8 surgeries had been performed on her fragile body, but the 8th one had been unsuccessful, as it had triggered something, which in turn, drastically decreased her heart rate. Despite her many doses of anesthesia, Tatiana could feel the pain of every inch of her body shutting down, like knives tearing her heart into shreds. Her eyes slowly shut, and she breathed her last.

Hollow

She could see her lifeless body before a figure had covered it with a single white sheet. The tag attached was clearly visible but as she read her name, she soon realized the existence of a chain near her chest. It devoured itself in such a manner that horrified her, preventing any attempts of putting the feasting to a halt. Unexpectedly, she screamed as the chain had reached her chest, and as if on cue, something overlapped her face as her body had began to undergo a transformation.

Tatiana felt like a puppet; she couldn't control her body, especially her new desire for human souls. The transformed body controlled Tatiana, and soon she began to kill. She was constantly hungry, so she constantly ate. But the more souls her body was filled with, the hungrier she began to feel. It had reached a point where simple human souls weren't enough for Tatiana, and she started to rely on other hollows to fill her never ending hunger.

Arrancar

Tatiana's feasts grew extensively larger and longer, becoming a gillian herself. Eating her own kind wasn't something new to her, and for once, she was content with a controller over her body. She couldn't tell how long the banquet had lasted until her body began to change, yet another time. Tatiana now possessed pure white wings with visible talons substituting her hands and feet. Again, the hunger never subsided.

Something had pulled Tatiana away from enjoying a rather filling gillian. She found herself slowly regaining consciousness as an unidentifiable source had removed her mask. Light hit her face and her eyes squinted in fear and surprise of the fact that she had her body's control pad. Emerald locks had returned, and her body size shrunk to the same petite figure she'd once been.

RP Sample:

Fate favoured the brave, as fifteen whole minutes passed without a single search party frantically hustling down the streets, looking for the runaway. Mai highly doubted it was this straightforward, and could picture her grandmother stressed, with a handful of ladies huddled around her, assigned to track her down. It had reached the point where Mai refused to accept any more of her grandmother's unreasonable demands and escaping the premises seemed like the best possible option. Having gone quite the distance - all the way to the park - it would take some time for the search crew to find her, plus the time put forth into interrogation and whatnot.

As it would only work the first time, nothing but the best could suffice. Mai expected a clear sky, a slight breeze and the perfect amount of sunlight. Any form of precipitation could kiss her *ss as another chance such as this would not come by so conveinently. It arose more uneasy assumptions in her mind, from her to-be punishment to the "disappointment" speech Mai would eventually receive. Then she realized that those could kiss her lovely behind as well.

Such a thing as walking outside proved to be difficult for her. Used to the clean and sophisticated environment as her house, Mai wasn't experienced enough to step to the side when rocks posed a threat. But there wasn't much surprise there; the most alarming obstacle she's ever had to be vigilant about was tripping over legs of the many females in the house.

Could that be the melodious silence ringing through Mai's ever-so-humble ears? From the first minute of her existance, Mai was deprived of anything related to peace and quiet as quarrels between ladies, or her grandmother were inevitable. However, as the distance between Mai and the park allowed a vague view, the thought of her grandmother, or anything related to the woman, quickly escaped her head. Entering the confinements of the village green, she took a quick scan of the place.

The young boy situated in an odd way on the park bench, was the last image she saw as she turned her head. It wasn't his crude attire or his awkward position, but the way the sun shone upon the necklace on his neck that flashed a blinding light in her eyes managed to catch Mai's attention. Bright enough for her to switch her direction from towards the swingset to the new stranger. She couldn't tell much from the physical view, except that he showed more skin than a normal boy should, and preferred to wear jewellery, that unfortunately, did not match his clothes.

Curiosity struck, as her eyes were dead set on that necklace. Despite the fact that it was comfortably placed around his neck, Mai was pretty intent on borrowing it, until her curiosity was satisfied. She would gently lift the boy's head, keeping an eye out for any signs of awakening and slyly remove the necklace from his neck. She would repeat the process when placing the necklace back.

Until her foot inconveniently placed itself on a rather crunchy leaf.

"Oops.."

Complete. :)

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