Crystal ((Arrancar with a conscience))

Basic Information

Name: Crystal

Age: 123

Gender: Female

Rank: Arrancar

Number: 361 but she's unaware of it.

Looks:


((not accurate, but cute))

Crystal physically seems to be somewhat on the thin side, her skin pallid and her body seeming like it has been starved for a little, looking like she had suddenly lost weight as opposed to naturally being thin. Her skin is easily coming close to being pure white in the colder months and only just hinting at actually having a skin tone, albeit slightly grayed during the warmer months, people would often mistake her for an albino person, were it not for her eyes. The are a brilliant green colour, and actually don't have an obvious pupil, seeming to almost shine when she is excited about something.

Her hair is of about a shoulder length and a little on the messy side, just being allowed to flop down wherever it likes to and thankfully her hair tends towards just laying flatish, but bangs will often stick out in slightly odd angles compared to the rest of it. The hair also defies the Albino theory, Being of a chestnut brown colour, with hints of a much darker brown nearer to the roots of her hair. She has a very thin set of lips and they seem to rarely smile, giving her an over serious expression almost all of the time.

Her face is very angular having a generally pointed shape to it and ever so slightly elongated forwards, Her ribs are not quite obvious under her skin though as she breathes in and out they have been known to push and leave the faintest of impressions. Measurement wise she has a simple pair of C-cups, nothing too large but hardly on the small side either.

While she has some attractive features, she has two rather obvious defects on her person. The first of these is a perfect circle hole, running right through her neck, the skin has healed perfectly down the hole and around it, making it seem `natural` as it were. She seems to have no difficulty with this hole being there despite it seeming to imply that she has no spine at that location. The other seems to not be so much a physical part of her body but a mask, it appears to be a skeletal lower jawline, running around her face in the exact same place as her lower jaw, the only difference is that the teeth on it belong to that of a somewhat oversized rat, if pulled it is revealed as being attached to her face.

Her garb seems to never change unless damaged. She wears a simplistic white kimono, which has a black trim running along the middle and hiding the join, as it lacks a more standard belt its method of staying together is less obvious. However, the kimono is cut short at the front near to her waistline, but continues at the sides and back, making the end more like a tail which will often flutter behind her. In replace of the missing front section she wears an ankle length skirt, also in the same white material. There are two very discreet slits through the sides of this skit to allow her to move freely, this is something it seems she has added to the original garb herself judging by the slightly less than professional hem on the sides.

The Kimono's sleeves run down to pretty much her wrists where there is a black band marking where the white cloth ends and her nearly white skin begins. It also has a much higher neckline which manages to hide the hole in her throat most of the time. Her feet bare a fairly tight fitting pair of sandals, the material seemingly clinging to her feet with a cork base to protect the material and her feet from the ground she walks on. The material itself is a jet black and the cork and various bindings on them are in white


Hollow Hole: through the middle of her throat

Mask Fragment: Around her jawline

Number Tattoo: the back of her neck behind her hair

Personality: Generally thoughtful, Crystal seems somewhat inquisitive, trying to figure out just about everything around her. Though she isn't exactly quick to anger, she is always slow to calm down. Even if she has already smashed or killed that which had pissed her off she tends to rampage around for a little as it were until she regains her calm nature and cools off enough to see sense.

She seems somewhat reclusive, shying away from more normal people most of the time and hiding herself and her obvious difference's in fear of being attacked by people, it's hardly unknown that humanity doesn't tend to get along with that which is different or it doesn't understand.

Those that do meet her however will find that she is a fairly friendly person, though she has a near permanent underlying suspicion that people who actually talk to her are only doing it to get something from her, it seems somewhat alien to her that someone would just want to be her friend, just because they actually like her.

Her general response to most things is to take her time and try to plan, if surprised she will generally stay really calm and try to incorporate this as quickly as possible into her thinking. Though too much happening can actually cause her to flap, and if she completely loses her calm she will probably fall back and retreat. She has no will to lose her life, nor the life of any that if it by some miracle happens, follow her. Of course this is in slight contrast to her when angry, but then people tend to lose their normal rationality when angry.

While she doesn't have any enemies as such, if she were to actually decide she has one she would more or less dedicate herself to finding out how to wipe them from existence. That said she could take years, planning everything out carefully in order to set them up without fail, often or not using a chain of bluffs in order to lead them exactly where she wants them for their fall. This may often or not be the place where they became her enemy, just for the irony's sake.

Weapon Information

Weapon Name: Miatsu, Misurgi

Weapon Looks: a single and very simple looking katana, the handle given a simple wrapping to protect her hand against the wood and the blade lacking any scripture or finery, though the edge is finely honed and the blade itself thin but durable. It was designed to work well rather than look nice, there are surprisingly though no notches in the blade, an indicator that she doesn't use the sword often.

Weapon Description: N/A

Resurrecion Release Phrase: Hiding in the shadows will not suffice, rise Miatsu!

Resurrecion Information

Name: Ratface

Represent: Skeletal Rat

Family: Poison

Looks: See original picture. The giant rat, as you can guess is huge, standing at around 18 feet with crsytal as its heart. Inside the skeletal frame is a shifting cloud of purple/black poison gas.

Techniques

Name: Garganta
State: Both
Description: This is how arrancar move to and from Hueco Mundo. Kaname Tosen and Kisuke Urahara have also demonstrated the ability to use the technique. It literally tears open the dimensional fabric separating the worlds, revealing a tunnel of whirling, torrential energy that must be focused and solidified to create a discernible pathway.

Name: Hierro
State: Both
Description: This refers to the hardened skin of the Arrancar, which is a result of their compressed spiritual power. While their skin is strong enough to block even released Zanpakuto bare-handed, it is by no means impenetrable. Stronger Arrancar have proportionally stronger skin.

Name: Pesquisa
State: Both
Description: This is the arrancar equivalent of the Shinigami ability to sense Spiritual Pressure. It functions similar to a sonar. Using pesquisa requires most Espada to enter a meditative state or use some others have a trigger unique to the user.

Name: Sonido
State: Both
Description: A very quick movement performed by Arranacar that allows them to move at high speeds for brief periods of time.

Name: Miasma
State: Resurrection
Description: Rather than flesh, the `rat` state of raface is built up of a contained cloud of poisonous gas, slowing the reaction times and reflexes of those subjected to it/too close to the beast After 3 doses of this poison the user builds an immunity to it, preventing further effects

Name: Concealment
State: Normal
Description: Crystal is rather good at hiding, blending into the background, while not quite becoming invisible, she seems to just lose all emitting of spiritual pressure and becomes hard to see against her background to all but the keenest of eyes. An easy to active power but being seen doing it more than twice gives the game away


Name: Sap
State: Both
Description: Not really one to devour souls now Crystal draws her energy from sapping others, not fully but a hint here and there. Essentially a controlled soul drain, allowing her to recover wounds or lost spiritual pressure from other creatures. the power requires a lot of concentration and cannot be performed in battle

Stats

Strength: 10
Resurrecion: 20

Speed: 10

Dexterity: 20

Stamina: 30
Resurrecion: 40

History and RP Sample

History:


Arrancar, you've probably heard about them and think them all ravaging monsters out for souls. While this is true to an extent this is largely due to them being hollows turned into arrancar by forceful means. However what is not known is that some Hollows can achieve the change into Arrancar naturally, the occurrence is exceptionally rare but it does happen, the natural Arrancar often or not have more to them than would be traditionally seen and this was very much true in the case of Crystal, who seemed to acquire a huge dose of morality when she changed.

But this is now, she started her life almost a hundred years ago by her best count, born to a young family with low income. So much so that they just couldn't afford to keep the child that they had given life to and had no choice but to abandon her at an orphanage. She was actually a happy child in that respect, not knowing who her parents where and treating the orphanage as her family instead. She was actually a likeable child and seemed to effortlessly get along with everyone else, just knowing the right thing to do or say. She was never given a foster home however, despite how likeable she was she was for some odd reason never picked to be fostered. Perhaps she seemed just too happy with her current situation, it was certainly true that she cried every time one of her friends was taken to be fostered.

Her time passed without any real incident, she grew up into an attractive young woman and seemed to coast through lower school and into high school without seeming to even break a sweat. During highschool she even managed to date a few, nice young men, though never seemed to get very far with any of them. Either them pressuring her too much ended it or her being too friendly with everyone to the guys liking. It was a bit of a blow, but didn't stop her being friends with them afterwards. Almost no one saw her brake down, or seem bothered by anything. Other than one of the staff at the Orphanage, who knew that she would often when able to be alone, lock herself in a room and just cry and let out all of her stress and worry from the day.

She was more or less left to it, she wasn't bottling it up after all so there wasn't any real cause for concern for the staff over her little coping mechanism, putting it down to her having never had any real parental support. She never outwardly showed any signs of cracking or stress over than those little sessions. her grades starting to slip near to the end of high school was of cause to concern for them however. They finally sat her down and tried to talk to her about it. She seemed somewhat reluctant to talk about anything to them now, having slowly grown detached from them as she had grown up.

They never really found out what was causing the grade slip, the teachers were reporting no change in her behaviour and the staff at the orphanage were unable to pinpoint it either, she would just come home and get her homework out of the way before pretty much just locking herself away, her old friends having all found families or moved out of the Orphanage. So her reclusive nature in later life wasn't really thought of as too odd, being explained by her loss of friends. None of them ever visited the Orphanage after leaving.

This, it was presumed was the cause of Crystal's suicide. It was the only motive they could actually think of other than her slightly slipping grades, she had just shut herself away and being left behind by everyone else had to their mind pushed her over the edge and she had slit her own throat. She was found the next morning laying slumped on a blood soaked table. There was no note, no goodbye. Like everything else about the girl when at home, it had just been done quietly with no fuss and no one else around her, aged a mere 18 at the time.

This regrettably for her was not the end of her existence, she persisted as a spirit for some time. Originally just following her old routine as if nothing had happened, unaware that people didn't seem to notice her and just staying quiet, the fact her friends still didn't visit her bothered her in general. It was true that she was always upset over them, they never visited her. What kind of friends where they?

This little anger built up in her slowly and ate away at her. She had even spotted them in the streets and called out to them, only to get no answer. How could they do something like that to her! To just ignore her as if she didn't exist now that they had left the Orphanage. It was this built anger that led her soul to become a true monster, she was turned over three years, into a hollow.

Her vengeance was somewhat swift, the lingering echo's of her friends that had betrayed her still in her mind she went on a chain of assassinations, hunting down and devouring the souls of her once friends. The rest of her time as a hollow seemed to pass in a blur, just an orgy of death as she devoured any and all without remorse or worry, even being one of the lucky hollows to claim a Shinigami as their prey. The death god in question was on his first assignment and by this point crystal was actually on a hit list for her crimes. He didn't really have much change being only freshly trained.

It was nearly 70 years since she had been born that the second change happened. She had hidden in Heuco and had been hungry enough to try eating other Hollows, finding them to fill her need she went on an eating spree, decimating the area she was in of her own kind. It was while laying metaphorically bloated from this feast that she found herself a bit different, easily the dominant mind within the mix she took control of the mess and continued her rampage as a Gillian.

Little stopped her rampage of hunger, always she wanted more without explaination or actual want, destroying and swallowing everything that came past her, be it shinigami, hollow or giants like herself. Slowly she shrank, slowly she changed once again, first to an Adjuchas and then to A Vasto Lorde before she had even realised that she resembled somewhat the humans she had once feasted on.

She almost got herself killed on the day she realised, when attacking another hollow like herself she couldn't fight, finding herself falling to her knees and feeling like she was going to vomit. The other Hollow moved in for the kill and she finally coughed out what was stuck. A beautifully simple sword impaling itself through the other Hollow, saving her life and ending his as her meal.

She started to finally stop and think about just, why she was killing all these people, what was the point of all of this. She had revealed in it at the time but now she was starting to question. The death of the Shinigmai, stuck in her mind. She had killed him because he had stood against her, a monster and nothing more. That wasn't, right. She couldn't explain it then, nor will she ever feel capable of just what it was that had changed her mind. She actually felt guilty about what she had done and went into isolation, vanishing into the madness of heuco mondo and just thinking somewhere far from the others.

Her oddly altered conciousness was tortured with guilt over the hundreds of lives she had taken. She couldn't even remember now, why she had done it but it had to have been a good reason, surely? She didn't know now and during her twenty years of isolation she slowly altered physically once more. Little bits here and there seemed to change, Her mask stated to peel off in small bits and pieces and the hole that had once been in her heart found its way to her throat. One night left her in so much pain at her own hunger and hatred of herself that she couldn't take it any longer and with an explosion of energy her change into a natural Arrancar happened. The force rendered her unconscious for a brief while and she was lucky to not have been found in that state

Thus we find Crystal as she looks now. She was never quite sure what she had done to be given this second chance as it were and rather suspects the sword that was laying next to her and had saved her had once belonged to the Shinigami she had eaten. As was the garb she woke up with, though she very tentatively took the blade and altered the outfit, it seemed somewhat instinctive as she did it, but always wondered why later on and she felt in some way she needed to make up for what she had done.

She spent 3 years developing a way to feed without killing, able to sap a tiny tiny piece of soul from a person, lowering their spiritual energy slightly and briefly if they were strong, though weak individuals lost maybe a month of their lifespan and she could restore herself in the process. It wasn't perfect and was like nicotine gum after cigarettes, but she persevered in it and made it work.

She avoided the Shinigami wherever they happened to appear, knowing instinctively that they would be less than approving of a Hollow claiming to be a nice person. She has yet to find out the term Arrancar and still thinks she is just a hollow with a conscience. She spent the better part of the next five years seeking out those skilled with the fighting arts and observing them, she refused to accost people directly figuring that they wouldn't see her, same as when she was a monster.

So now, armed and somewhat dangerous she seeks a mix of redemption for the people she's killed. Approval or acceptance from the Shinigami that there is a way for Arrancar to move on from murder and find a substitute for their awful hunger. But is afraid to move, fearful of all sides in their `war` and sticking to the shadows, trying not to get herself killed.

RP Sample: ((Sorry that this isn't one of crystals, but if I am allowed to later on, stay tuned for Yukio.))



It had been some time since Yukio and Kuro had come past this part of town. Kuro seemed troubled again by Yukio's persistence in why they were coming here, yet again. Ever since that odd man Raven had given him the little music box Yukio had been determinedly returning to the plaza where he had met him in the hope that he would have the chance to return the item. He had even done something a little unexpected to him, in that he had found the song by playing it to people he knew and asking if they knew it or could translate it into sheet music for him. He had also spent some weeks memorising the song itself.

Look this is stupid you've been coming here every couple of days for a month now! This idiot isn't coming back and he probably just stole that music thing.

Yukio just shrugged softly and carried on strolling past, his white stick slowly tap tapping along the floor as he checked his path was clear. If Kuro was going to be unhelpful he would find his own way around, as it was no one seemed to so much as brush past him with the large husky growling almost constantly to match the constant complaints that only Yukio and the odd startled person heard.

I can't believe you are forcing me to help you find this guy! I keep telling you he's just not here, he ran away and probably got beaten to death by the nutty kid with the sword.

Yukio, regrettably didn't answer but his stick did just happen to trip and tangle with Kuro's legs, causing the spirit to sprawl onto the floor with an angry thump, the canine illusion almost comically sprawling in   a similar fashion. Yukio's less than innocent whistling did little to calm Kuro at this point and he pointedly walked away from the kid for a little before Yukio realised that he was no longer being followed.

“Oh damn... Maybe I went a little far there...”

He was alone in a busy and noisy plaza, people now jostling against him and caused the blind kid to stumble this way and that. Kuro was nowhere to be found and he was starting to panic somewhat. The Teens chest rising and falling rapidly as he panicked. He didn't know this area properly at all, and had always relied on Kuro this last month during his search. Without him he was lost and due to the knocks didn't even know which way they had come in order to roughly head back and just randomly ask people for directions.

Faced with a somewhat desperate situation, his reaction was a little childish, slumping to his knees and starting to cry. His loud sobs barely attracting attention from those nearby, seemingly too preoccupied with their own lives to notice or care for the small child making a scene out of himself, and it was amazing how small he seemed while hunched up and bawling his eyes out like that. It was a sight to warm even the coldest of hearts, if anyone took the time to notice it.

Approved but you need post counts/cooldowns on your unique techs