Post by Santa Ajora on Feb 8, 2017 0:34:23 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: Guts' Jawline
Password 2: #Rekt
Type: Support
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-Basic Information-
Name: Santaja Ajora
Age of Death: 27
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 743/Hollow(Mid 20s when Humanoid)
Birthday (Month/Day): 2/14
Blood Type: B-
RP Sample (Optional): Boop, got yer spine
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight:
Demihollow: 7'11"
Gillian: 14'11"
Adjuchas: 9'4"
Vasto: 6'1"
Arrancar: 6'2"
Gillian: 14'11"
Adjuchas: 9'4"
Vasto: 6'1"
Arrancar: 6'2"
Physical Description:
Though evolution may have it's way, though the form may warm and twist to match the torment that the inner soul endures. There is still a depth to the visage that is Ajora, a prominence that supersedes the taint of the soul, the gruel within the heart, and all of the ineptitude that manifests in the form of that ghastly mask. A shroud of black, almost like a soul reaper, one that contrary to so very many hollows seems to perpetuate throughout it's forms. A Cervine mask, one might attribute to a stag or an elk, with branching horns that twist and seem to worm their way from her mind and into the environment. Physiologically perhaps the most odd thing is that most of her body SEEMS to be rotting at most points. In actuality, her TRUE body is held inside of her skeleton, the flesh that covers her bones is actually nothing more than a shroud, like clothing but meaty. Additionally, her blood is black, not red.
As a Demihollow, things are so very simple. A walking corpse of a red stag, shrouded in black dripping black. A sort of mix of rag that hangs from it's body and the exposed bones, giving it a witch-like feel to it that clings to the air and makes the single tiny white lights in her eyes all the more intimidating a feel. Hooves drenched onyx by the black blood that seems to perpetually drip from her form and stain the ground she trods on. and of course that long, whip-like tail that extends three times the length of her actual body. Her weapon, with little thorns sprouting like the stem of a rose.
As a Gillian the monster grows so very much larger. Towering over all else, and yet holding true to her origins. In this form, Ajora continued to hold that corpse-like look of hers, a massive stag-mask still persisting despite her transformation into something so large and conglomerate. Towering over all else, a new addition is the fact that unlike before, she is now bipedal, so to speak. More specifically she is hexipedal, in that in addition to her four hooves, she has grown an upper humanoid torso as well as a set of arms to do her work for her. In this form, she is tremendous, powerful-looking, and like a walking statue.
As an Adjuchas, her body has sized down, becoming slimmer, more dainty, unlike some ghastly horse of the apocalypse, she has become much more slim and streamline like the deer she is modeled after. In this form she is a mere Nine ish feet in height, and her hooves are much smaller, her half-skeletal figure is still there, though she has an actual fleshy body underneath a skeleton that seems wrapped around her body protectively. And of course, that ever-persistent cloak still draped around her form, obscuring much of her flesh beneath that blood-soaked form, the blackness of which is actually much deeper, seeming to suck in light instead of just being just really really dark. If you stare closely enough at the fabric, you can see tiny glowing eyes staring right back through the darkness.
Vasto [LOCKED]
Arrancar [LOCKED]
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
Running Water
Like the legends of many undead, she is very hesitant to be around running water and the like, as it honestly bothers her to feel wet. Water is a destroyer of corpses, and while she is not particularly weak to it, it does serve to unnerve her and she will do her best to avoid it if she can.
Medics
Not that they heal her enemies, but they do have a habit of trying to patch wounds that don't really excist on her. Because of her perpetuall bleeding, it is often assumed that she is injured, when in fact the truth is to the contrary. While rare that ANYONE would be so dense as to heal a hollow, attempts in the past have been made (mainly by priests thinking that she would be weak to healing magic) only to annoy her.
The Cold
Okay so she isn't ACTUALLY a corpse, obviously, but even so she still does not enjoy the chill of the cold, as it is something that preserves the dead, and in a round-about way she does not like the idea of being encased in ice and preserved for ages to come. Ironically this is a distaste that has carried over from her life as a human.
Oranges
They taste disgusting, way too much citrus. Oranges are some bad hombres. If she had to rate fruit on a scale from prune to pineapple, Orange would definitely be down there next to prune.
Shinigami
This is a very obvious distaste. Naturally she would be very unfond of those whose job it is to kill her.
Doing things Repeatedly.
Nervous ticks, quirks, necessity to do things in multiples. even tasks that require one to do something over and over are something that utterly causes Ajora a great deal of stress. She is a one-and-done kinda woman.
Compliments
She's a disgusting, grotesque monster. It's only natural that she be incredibly suspicious of being complimented. It puts her on edge and immediately alerts her to a perceived threat from whomever it is that's trying to (in her mind) butter her up. If her mood is bad enough she will even attack those who decide to indulge in such nonsense.
Limes
If they have a disease named after them, then clearly they are evil.
The Espada
She is rather incredulous about assessing any of the current espada as anything other than the rampant hollows they are on the inside. The idea that they are somehow superior is not...offensive perse, but it simply confuses her. The idea that any hollow is inherently superior is simply stupid. They are creatures with infinite potential because of their ability to take in the spiritual energy of their meals, and therefore any comparative weakness is simply a result of how well-fed they are.
Being Touched
She hates it. even though she sorta likes it. She even goes out of her way to touch others, but when others touch her? Ohohoho you can bet she doesn't like that. Hypocritical? Absolutely.
Likes:
Being Injured
You can't fall in love till you've given up on it.
Of course as it were, instead of a person, Ajora fell in love with the idea of being injured, of being marred and torn into. She loves the idea of claws, blades, spikes, anything dealing damage to her, and indeed has come to even mutilate herself on occassion.
"Beauty"
Of the corpsey variety of course. Her idea of beauty is the mangled bodies of the deceased. She finds that beings are most beautiful when they are dead. Of course this is not to say that she tries to kill people she is attracted to, rather quite the contrary, she believes that those who are MOST beautiful are those who have lived a full, rich life before dying. Because of this, with the exception of satisfying her hollow appetite, she typically will try not to kill something unless she knows it has led a long and plentiful life.
The Leedle Leedle Leedle Effect
For some god-forsaken reason, hearing anyone do this amuses her greatly. She enjoys this, and really any act of stuipdity. She doesn't get annoyed, she doesn't get offended. When people are clowns around her, her first reaction is usually to laugh, and enjoy herself. Even-mid battle she will often halt her assault if an enemy has performed a particularly-idiotic move.
Authority Figures
Contrary to...well...how one might possibly perceive Ajora, she is not really the type to be a leader, even if circumstance should shove her into such a position from time to time. That said, she is also not much of a subordinate, and often will ignore any attempts to be subjugated or made into any sort of underling. Even so, she does have a sort of whimsical relationship with those that order her around. And sporadically will fulfill the wishes of those who try to make her do things. This is a bit of a complex phenomena, and has a number of other factors, typically revolving around how much she likes whomever it is that is doing the bossing. Strangely, she listens to those she likes LESS.
Rhyming
Sometimes she even does it without thinking about it. It's kinda weird, almost like accidental poetry. If only she were a little more consistent with how well she rhymed. It can range from pretty good, to absolutely cringe-worthy.
Carbonated Drinks
The effervescent effect is nice.
Being seen as Feminine
You would not believe how often she adjusts her entrails to look as pretty and petite as possible. Breaking the bones just right, angling her horns, sloughing just the right ammount of flesh to really put off that female charm. But really all jokes aside, she, strangely, enjoys being seen as female, and will even be flattered when she is hit on.
Flaws:
Petty
To a ridiculous extent. Ajora will go to great lengths just to spite someone if they actually somehow manage to get on her bad side. This is perhaps her BIGGEST kick. It takes a considerable ammount to get it to trigger, but once it's set off she will often dedicate large amounts of time to getting back at someone, or even just fulfilling their orders to a literal and horrifying extent, with a very twisted interpretation. What's that? You wanted me to leave your family alone? what do you mean you DIDN'T want me to kidnap them and dump them into the valley of screams! They are as alone as I can leave them!
Gross
By sheer physiology, and the fact that when she is in combat she frankly sloughs off limbs, guts, flesh, viscera, and all sorts of goodygoodies, its a little obvious to say that she is really fucking gross. Even when she isn't in combat she can be a little grodie by virtue of the fact that all of the flesh and such on her body is an accessory, so from time to time she'll go and start peeling it off of herself if it gets annoying.
"Whoops..."
She's prone to very....strange and random mistakes. While she is, for all intents and purposes, a reasonably competent and intelligent woman, every now and then either by virtue of her attention span, or simply because of ridiculous luck or bad fortune, she just so happens to fuck something up in some way. It isn't especially often, or even something that some may notice unless they know her very well, but every now and then she just....REALLY fucks things up. Embarassing it is.
Habits:
Oral Fixation
She likes putting her mouth on things. In fact, it is probably her favorite way to figure out what something is. Just BOOP! Into her mouth it goes! This has gotten her into trouble plenty of times, but thankfully due to her powers, she is often able to execute this curiosity with a proxy mouth.
Making a Mess
By virtue of bleeding all the time, it tends to make a bit of a mess. But t's actually much more than that. Ajora is not a very clean and tidy person. She leaves her stuff everywhere, even when she manages to become an arrancar or a vasto, she just makes a pigsty of wherever it is the happens to dwell at the time.
"What is your name?"
She asks this to most people or even other hollows she comes across. But not just once. repeatedly, even when they have already answered her question. It's actually a little off-putting, and even she doesn't fully know why it is that she does this. But it just seems to happen.
Fears:
Poison
A little ironic considering all the stuff she puts in her mouths. But she has a high aversion to any individual that uses poison. A big-ass hamper on any relationship would be to make her aware of the fact that you use it. This also leads her to be a very fond person of finding antidotes and cure-alls, though honestly sometimes she can be a bit of a sucker if someone offers her something that supposedly will cure any poison. Remnant of her human life.
Abs
Just...guhhh, the way the skin just kinda sinks into the body?! It's gross and unnerving to her. Seeing someone's skin sinking in because of muscle ravines just doesn't hit her as a fun time. Individuals with these out in the open repulse her and she will often try to not look at them when she is around them, the only exception being in battle, and even then they are still distracting, just not for the reason most would think they are.
Babies
Infants do not mix well with her. Because her powers revolve around corpsey things, obviously most of her life is about death, or at least flirts around the subject of it. As such being anywhere near a very young child tends to cause a great deal of discomfort, even for a hollow such as herself.
Goals:
Espada
As said before, she actually doesn't have any fantasies or misconceptions about the espada being some fantastic thing. It's just a title that's, somewhat, hard to get, and she's curious if she can manage it. Though to be more specific, her goal is to qualify, as to whether or not she would ever actually place herself in the position is an entirely different story.
The Perfect Cast
When she was alive, she saw the Goofy Movie and was quite enamored with the whole 'perfect cast' shindig. The idea of a long, drawn-out, nonsensical sequence of motions that somehow manage to result in some sort of awesome move is something of a rad concept, and she has made it her goal to one day come up with a move that is just as fantastic and weird in it's execution requirements.
Alignment: Chaotic Rotty
Overall Personality:
Me? I assure you that you're far better off just learning about me yourself. But I guess proximity just doesn't have the same perks as a quick, breath-held explanation now does it? So for the sake of your lung capacity I'll be brief. I consider myself..... calm. If a bit quirky. Is that the correct word? Quirky? I have a good number of odd things about me, that seem to undermine the sort of seriousness that I conduct myself with. I mean really, I'm a monster aren't I? I'm supposed to be terrifying. And yet I can't even get over how goddamn much I hate those DEVIL FRUIT! ORANGES ATE SATANS MINIONS AND WE WILL NEVER BE SAFE!
That said. I suppose I am a bit....silly. even if really I don't try to be, I can't help it, there is just something so very.... Pausing, eyeing her hoof. Different about me. Something that just seems to not be all that well-put together. Almost as if I were the product of some angsty poetic teenager on his way through highschool. Although to be fair, I suppose I would be a bit more curvaceous if were the product of a freshly-pubescent mind. So count that as at least ONE blessing yes?
But... deep down. I do wonder just what it is I want. I'd like to say that I have a drive, other than this endless hunger in my gut, other than this mindless violence that seems to bubble up like some verbose vomit upon the pages of my life. Some sort of driving force might be beneath me other tan the whims of my spiritual makeup, OTHER than the instincts that drive me as a hollow to inflict myself upon my surroundings. There must be more....right? I would not surmise myself so great a woman as to ever find these answers, so really I cannot consider them a goal. But...
There is a bright side to it all. Despite my quirks and my idle pursuit of some sort of meaning to this....thing that is my existence (to call it a life would surely be a misconception), it is the very fact that I do so...enjoy myself. I am quite a jovial thing. Even if it is not directly linkd to violence, I find myself oddly moved by such trivial things. There is a humor to the woven words that make up this cosmos, and I cannot help but be slave to it's jaunty beat. No matter the harsh strikes of reality's snares, it is the gentle flute of whim that drives me, and it is the chaos of free will that dictates my hand.
That said. I suppose I am a bit....silly. even if really I don't try to be, I can't help it, there is just something so very.... Pausing, eyeing her hoof. Different about me. Something that just seems to not be all that well-put together. Almost as if I were the product of some angsty poetic teenager on his way through highschool. Although to be fair, I suppose I would be a bit more curvaceous if were the product of a freshly-pubescent mind. So count that as at least ONE blessing yes?
But... deep down. I do wonder just what it is I want. I'd like to say that I have a drive, other than this endless hunger in my gut, other than this mindless violence that seems to bubble up like some verbose vomit upon the pages of my life. Some sort of driving force might be beneath me other tan the whims of my spiritual makeup, OTHER than the instincts that drive me as a hollow to inflict myself upon my surroundings. There must be more....right? I would not surmise myself so great a woman as to ever find these answers, so really I cannot consider them a goal. But...
There is a bright side to it all. Despite my quirks and my idle pursuit of some sort of meaning to this....thing that is my existence (to call it a life would surely be a misconception), it is the very fact that I do so...enjoy myself. I am quite a jovial thing. Even if it is not directly linkd to violence, I find myself oddly moved by such trivial things. There is a humor to the woven words that make up this cosmos, and I cannot help but be slave to it's jaunty beat. No matter the harsh strikes of reality's snares, it is the gentle flute of whim that drives me, and it is the chaos of free will that dictates my hand.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style:
Have you ever wondered what it was like to rot?
People are always so very fixated on the sensation of death that they seldom think about the after-process. The feel of one's body slowly decaying, flesh turning to black mush, muscles and tendons shriveling away. Bones slowly breaking down and calcifying. Ajora's fighting style is not very aggressive, primarily because of the fact that her very soul resonates with the concept of rotting. While many take the initiative to strike first and escalate a fight forcefully, Ajora is typically the type of woman to allow the battle to commence at it's own pace, sometimes evn so far as to not even attack until the enemy has made it's first move.
From a more specifically mechanical standpoint, Ajora's sense of combat is mainly reactive, allowing an enemy to move first, and then checking and balancing their actions in an act of correction and punishment, relying on a significantly higher reaction rate than most in order to correct and counter the actions made by her opponent, but generally speaking direct attacks aren't the name of the game. Most of the time, Santa actually spends her time backing away from an opponent with only short, sudden bursts of aggression in order to try and pacify an overzealous opponent.
One of the more interesting aspects of her mode of combat is how verbose she is. While many take their time to focus and fixate on the actions at hand, Santa does take time to make little comments, nitpicking at her enemy's actions, even making soft corrections and suggestions to them, even if it would be to her detriment if they were to listen. She has a sort of playful instructive mannerism about her, and often allows the more quirky parts of her personality shine when she is in combat as opposed to simply milling around.
This can even manifest in the form of humor, and if an opponent is particularly receptive, Ajora may even slow down, or stop combat completely in order to exchange jokes or witticisms with a target if they seem to be the accepting type. Of course she will also immediately start combat back up at the drop of the hat if she is interrupted or if her jokes go flat, as embarrassment will immediately trigger her more violent responses. She is actually most likely at her most aggressive directly after having a joke go horribly with a captive audience.
Overall Theme
Cannibal Jucundum
(Cannibal's Delight)
(Cannibal's Delight)
Saint Ajora's power is based upon her Cannibal's Garden, a constant radiation of special spirit particles which not only cause flesh and viscera to spawn from her body constantly, but also curses her environment, seeking any mote of residual spiritual energy and using it as a platform to grow her 'Garden' an ever-expanding waste of black flesh, blood, and bone.
Her powers revolve around not only altering how quickly and in what manner this garden grows, but also allows her to direct the shape of what she produces, generating anything from limbs to items through her own special techniques and skills.
Techniques:
Cannibal Jucundum
(Cannibal's Delight)
Class: 8-1
Santaja Ajora's primary power is the particles that exude from her "body" as a result of her incessant bleeding. Ajora's body constantly oozes blood from special pores in her corpse-like body, and as a result of coming into contact with the air, this blood breaks up into special spirit particle radiation which fill her surroundings and land on any surface with an adequate spiritual makeup. In the world of Hueco Mundo or Soul Society, these particles will adhere to ANYTHING and EVERYTHING, though in the world of the living, it will only adhere to spots where spirit energy traces have been left behind (the wake of a cero or if the air has been filled with reiatsu by a spiritual being flexing their spiritual pressure). Unlike pollen or smoke, this effect is more like radiation in that it is not fully obstucted by line of sight. Any suitable surface within 10 meters (+10 per class above 8, capping at 80 meters at class 1) becomes seeded the very post it comes into contact with this radiation, resulting in the growth immediately beginning on that post.
Once the particles find a spiritually-rich surface to adhere to, it immediately transforms, converting the ambient spirit energy into the production of Ajora's body, like a sort of infectious regeneration. This ability causes flesh, bone, and even organs and limbs to grow and slough off of contacted surfaces. With a single post, about 12 inches(increased by another 12 inches per class above 8, at a cap of 96 inches per post at class 1) of flesh are produced from every surface that has been seeded by these particles. Just like Ajora's body, the flesh and blood is black rather than red. And while Ajora cannot fully sense pain or be poisoned/damaged through the flesh that is being grown, she is capable of manipulating and even seeing/hearing/tasting/touching through the flesh generated, similar to her own flesh in her "body" as her true form is actually exclusively held within her bones, the flesh, muscle, and other aspects of her body are simply grown as a result of this power and can be considered similar to hair in the regard that they are technically a part of her, but really have no effect on her if it is damaged. As a result of this, her actual flesh and body cannot benefit from the benefits of strength (flexing and the like) but her bones do. This inability to benefit from flexing or shockwaves as a result of strength extends to ALL flesh and viscera created around her and in the environment, making it vulnerable even if she has incredibly high amounts of strength, and unless her flesh has been ripped from her bones, she will be unable to produce shockwaves as the flesh would absorb the force.
While generally the flesh produced by this ability follows general, if somewhat jumbled, anatomy, Ajora can be creative and modify the arrangement as she wishes, mitigated only by her crafting ability and other relevant skills, and as all of the flesh grown this way is considered (in a selective sense) as part of her body, she is capable of executing techniques from the grown flesh, though the reiatsu will always be deducted from her own reiatsu pool, and while it is treated as part of her body for the purpose of control and manipulation, it is not actually a part of her, and is considered simply part of the technique. By spending 10 reiatsu she can will a square meter (increased by 2 meters per class above 8 (15 square meters at class 1))of seeded area to grow double the normal rate, and instantly rather than over the course of the post.
This ability can Never be turned off. While this means that technically she has a non-finite supply of blood, it also means that if an enemy finds some way to use the ability against her, she cannot turn it off.
Lastly, Ajora's own body counts as a suitable surface for seeding, however rather than growing flesh and the like, the growth of viscera simply sloughs off of her body, dripping in a slow dribble of black blood, body-less limbs and various other bits and bobbles of whatever it is she decides to slough from her "body". This however occurs at the level of her ACTUAL body, meaning that the growth occurs at the level of her bone instead of her 'flesh' which as preciously stated is not an actual part of her body. This gives the illusion that she is constantly shedding her flesh and may even be misperceived as regeneration, though this does not in any way repair or recover damage done to her skeletal structure. This passive ability cannot seed living things or the personal effects of a character without the help of a technique. Additionally, Ajora cannot stop this growth, as such if she is in a spiritual world and she is indoors where she cannot find a way to break the walls, the filling of limited space and the growth of her garden could crush her.
This technique deducts it's cost (200 at class 1, reduced by 25 per class) at the start of the threat, and lasts the entire thread. There is no way to reduce the ability, it is always on at it's highest class available to Santa.
Loculo Amplexus
(Coffin's Embrace)
Class 7-1
Effect
This technique allows a sudden surge of energy be sent to a specific area that is seeded by Cannibal's delight. This causes a (10+5 per class above 7 (10 at class 7, 20 at class 5)) square foot zone to form at any seeded spot (if the actual seeded area is less than this, then the seed spreads to fit the parameters as the extra area is seeded by Ajora's own reiatsu) and causes a sudden burst of flesh and bone to grow explosively from the spot. If any allies are put in contact with the new growth, for an extra 25 reiatsu, Ajora can have it immediately wrap around their body (if they are willing), forming a thick layer of cadaver-ific armor around their bodies. Allies engulfed in these suits of flesh-bone armor are given sensory connection to it, allowing them to sense as though it were a part of their body and even allowing them to control any extremities that the armor features, though any attack that uses neural poisons or spiritual corruptions will only effect the armor and will protect the wearer. Reiatsu-based effects and poisons must completely destroy and kill a set of armor before it can infect the person inside.
Drawback/Cost
The surge of flesh produces 10x the normal amount of corpsey growth in a single post (10 feet), which is mitigated by how close or far it is from Ajora. The normal range for this technique is 20 meters. From 21-30 meters, only half of this amount is produced, and from 0-10 meters, double this amount is produced. This technique costs 75 reiatsu +25 per class above seven (75 at 7, 375 at class 1), this does not include the necessary activation cost for having the growth form around an ally as armor.
Maestro in Nervum
(Maestro's Sinew)
Class 7-1
Effect
This technique causes a sudden burst of ligaments and tendons from any surface seeded with her Cannibal's delight. This tendon obstructs an area rapidly, allowing it to form wire-barriers up to 10(+10 for every class above 7 (70 at class 1) square meters in size. Each tendon and ligament not only has durability similar to Ajora's bone, but also can be attached to the body of an ally and strung through a willing ally's body, lacing their flesh and bone like a puppet. The ligament and tendons then neurally connect with the target, allowing them to control their own body via these strings, allowing them to move normally without having to worry about mobility restrictions as a result of injury or negative reiatsu effects. There is, however, a brief delay before the neural connection is made, and as such if an ally needs to be moved immediately while this connection is still being made, Ajora cna move their body at a speed and strength equal to her own while it is still linking up. In addition, an ally using these strings has access to both Ajora's and their own speed/strength, and can use whichever is higher so long as the strings are in their body.
Drawback/Cost
Delay from the neural link. Additionally has a considerably high cost of 150 reiatsu(+50 per class above 7 (450 at class 1)) and requires Ajora's concentration if she is manipulating her ally during the neural connection process. An unwilling victim can immediately resist this technique if their strength and speed are superior to Ajora's.
Wendigo Planae
(Wendigo Hunt)
Class 7-1
Effect
This technique brings order to the chaos of Ajora's overall ability. By activating this technique, she can mold some of the flesh and bodyparts that have been growing around her into actual bodies. These constructs are limited to a size of 3'(+2' per class above 7 (15' at class 1) in height and Have limited intelligence based on the class they are generated at. At class 7, they are completely mindless and cannot act unless directly controlled by Ajora, requiring her concentration whenever they are moved. At class 6, they become mildly sentient, able to act more or less like social insects in their ability to follow simple commands (attack, defend, stay). At class 5, they are similar to more solitary rodents, able to think for themselves and solve probl3ems, but hardly able to understand abstract concepts. At class 4, these entities are like dogs or cats, they can recognize more complex commands and even act on their own to a higher degree, but still don't have much aside from that. At class 3, they finally have intelligence, similar to dolphins or pigs, they are considered to have barely sub-human intellect and are considered to have a 1 in Battle Analysis. This increases to a 2 at class 2, and a 3 at class 1.
The stats of these constructs vary depending on class. They start at a base of 50 in every stat, increasing by 100 every class up until a cap of 650 at class 1. This only applies to non-sensory stats, which they share with Ajora. While sentient, the constructs are still considered a part of Ajora's Cannibal's Delight, and as such can be manipulated as though they are a part of her body, and thus mimic physical Skills up to the class threshold they are summoned at. (Skills such as Pain Resist, Bleeding Resist, ect.)
UNLIKE the rest of Cannibal's Delight, these constructs are incapable of using offensive techniques (Cero, Bala, ect), but instead are able to use basic movement techniques as well as support and other utility techniques. Though their Primary function is to be used as escorts and supporting units. If at any point a nearby ally starts to use an offensive technique, nearby constructs can immediately begin funneling spirit energy into them, and will assist in the execution of the technique. In this manner, any construct assisting in the use of an ally's technique supplies 50% of it's offensive stat to the power of the technique.
Drawback/Cost
Each use costs 175 reiatsu to produce, increasing by 75 per class (625 at class 1), and produces up to two constructs. Unlike her normal ability, Ajora can feel pain through the bones of these constructs (but not the flesh), and can only ever have up to 2 ( 4 at class 3, 6 at class 1) active at any point.
Manu Mortis
(Death Grasp)
class 5-1
Effect
This technique is probably one of Ajora's most directly offensive abilities available to her. By shunting a large amount of her reiatsu into the particles she naturally exudes from her body, Ajora can unlock the ability to seed living flesh into her particles. Any living thing with spiritual energy in the area can play host to her seed, causing flesh and such to grow from the target's body at half the base rate. As such, the base for this technique starts at 18 inches at class 5, and caps at 42 inches (increasing by intervals of 6 inches instead of 12). This rate is increased by 100% for every 100 points in Healing Expertise that the culture (person it is growing off of) has as it feeds off one's ability to regenerate. It also drains 100 reiatsu per post from the culture (also increased by 100% per 100 points in healing expertise). As the material is grown FROM the target's flesh and spirit energy, it is immune to gravitational pressure and reiatsu flexing. It must be manually removed, or removed via a technique/overall ability. Any target with high speed regeneration will grow flesh and viscera with the ability, making it harder to remove. Any ally's(Not Ajora's) reiatsu debuffs or poisons can infect the target through this growth on the enemy's body, any attempts to do so make the effect 'piercing' in that it ignores offensive strength or healing expertise as the growths are considered a part of the enemy's body, but lack the target's offensive strength, acting like a trojan horse for negative effects. Once the growth is removed, any effects they were transmitting to the victim end immediately.
Drawback/Cost This technique costs a whopping 500 reiatsu at class 5, increasing by 50 reiatsu for every class above it (700 at class 1) and lasts for Eight posts before it needs refreshing. Any target whose class is superior to the class of the technique being used is able to ignore it (This does not apply to targets with at least 200 Healing Expertise, which results in the class superiority requirement to increase to 2 class superiority. With 400 healing expertise this increases to a necessary 3 class superiority).
Additionally UNLIKE her normal growth using her overall, Ajora does NOT have control over the growth on another unit's body (she cannot lock them in place, manipulate them, or effect it in any way), the growth can slow and hamper the target with it's presence alone, but it's primary function is to serve as a conduit for Ally negative effects.
Other Techniques:
Technique Name:Ulcera (Ulcer)
Class: 7
Technique Type: Stepping
Usable By: Hollows (Not Arrancar)
Technique Description and Effects: This technique is a basic stale for a Hollow's ability to slide in and out of the valley of screams at will when it is hunting or stalking prey. By gliding in and out of the space used by techniques like garganta or descorrer, a hollow can get around quickly. This technique operates similarly to a stepping technique, but only moves at 5x the user's speed. However, the user weaves through rips in the fabric of whatever world they are in, and as such the hollows exits, and then re-enters at the destination, Hollows do not lose awareness of the world as they move through an Ulcera, and can return to the material world mid-step in response to a threat or opportunity. This technique does not take up a Technique slot.
How to use technique (How is it activated?): See Above
Technique Drawbacks (Limitations, repercussions for use, etc) Costs 75 reiatsu per step.
Made By: Ajora
Reserved?: No
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-History-
Birthplace: Central America
Current Residence: None
Memorable Figures:
Islida Ireshan The Arrancar responsible for the loss of her life as a human. While she is aware that he feasably would still be alive, she cannot bring herself to do anything but hope he has died ages ago.
History:
It all began i. The mist of a small village, in what is now considered Central America. But in her time such a thing was not named. Such a concept so large as the region she was in had no hold or meaning. There was her home, and there was the coast. And there was her home. Such a little girl at her age did not think of much else, for honestly there was little else for her to think of. There had been no need. And in the end, it never would have mattered.
Isillada, her mother told her that the name meant "Briger of the Harvest", that Isi had been born at the end of a great hunger that had plagued her village, one brought by a number of beasts that had come to scourge the fruit and crops that her village relied on. Her father, and many other of the village men had left to hunt the beasts, unknowing that in their absence, Isi's mother would go i to labor, and that upon their return not only would their village finally be free of the beasts, but they would have a new daughter to celebrate.
On that night, the village had the first feast in over three years of forced rationing of food, and despite being so fresh and new to the world, as a celebration of the perceived omen that Isillada's entrance into the world had brought the fortune of the hunt, she was given the first taste of the beasts meat. And unlike any other child in her village, she entered the world and before all else: came to know the taste of flesh.
This, as it were, would prove to be an omen. For as Isi began to grow, she came to take interest in the hunting of animals. Of course, normally this was the work of men (or the work of the youth for that matter, but this too would come to change). But the meaning of her name did not go forgotten, and after consulting the village shaman, it was determined that Isi would be taught to hunt as the men were, as a respect for the fortune her birth had brought the village, and the belief that her participation would bring the village further fortune. This was the truth of the stars, and it was never questioned.
As it were, belief in Isillada as a bringer of fortune turned out to be more accurate than intended. She took to hunting like a fish to water (or perhaps more like a cat to mousing), and though she lacked the strength to hunt larger animals, she was such a proficient hunter of smaller animals that her bounty dwarfed even the best of the young boys. A fortune that brought joy to her village, and pride to her parents, and above all it instilled a sense of pride in herself. But as all things, this joy was not without end.
One day, Isillada fell ill, and on that very same day several of the young boys were killed during a hunt, and before they knew it, her village was in a panic. Believing that her illness was a sign, they did all they could to regain Isi's health, and in their zeal, the health of the village came after Isi's own. Surely if they saved her, the village could bounce back. Surely if the Bringer of Harcest was saved, there was still yet hope for everyone to survive.
When Isillada finally came through, most of her village was dead, her parents had fallen ill, and she was the only able-bodied person left. The smell of death had scared away all of the animals she normally hunted. She had nothing. But what was left of her village. And on the day her parents breathed their last, when she saw the light leave her mother's eyes, something changed in Isillada. And though she did not find any animals. And though there were no crops or fruit.
All the same....
That night, she ate.
And it came to pass that a hollow happened upon her. With the flesh of her kin in her mouth, with the waste of her village around her. The little girl heard a laugh from whom she could not see. She felt a hand that didn't seem truly there. And she felt claws that she could not brace from. Though she could hear it's voice and feel it's touch, this monster was utterly and completely beyond her comprehension. And in that vein, she could not help but feel both fear, and some deep sense of excitement.
You were born to survive. Born to live. Born to be a monster. I see it only fitting. Why make you a meal? It could be like eating my own kin~
And after devouring the souls of her village, The hollow tore her from her mortal form, and fashioned her into the abomination he saw her to be. In his own image he fashioned her, ripping her soul apart and instilling the emptiness of a hollow within every fiber of her being. On that very day she was destroyed, and in the same moment the entity that was Santaja Ajora came into existence. And for all of the joy she had brought her village, that day the Bringer of Harvest came to mean something so very different. The harvest was for the hollows now.
As the hollow that sired her came to bring her around, he discovered that there WAS a sort of luck about her. He kept her from eating, and instead used her like a lure, a good luck charm, a sort of talisman. Wherever she went, shinigami seemed either incompetent or absent. The humans seemed plentiful and delicious, and above all, her Sire could feel his power growing far faster than it ever had before. and it was because of this that he made it ,he grew beyond the constraints of a normal arrancar, it was by her power that his mask broke. After seven hundred years of carting her around like a pretty penny, he finally was above the hunger, above the destruction.
But he did not bring her with him. He saw no reason for her use any further. And on the day of his breaking his mask, he abandoned her. In the depths of the menos forest she was left alone, with the giants and the hunters. And having been so starved for so very long, she was hardly able to try and hunt. She was like an insect, just trying to continue crawling along the ground. Not even used to the spiritual density of Hueco mundo because of how used she was to the human world. And yet...little by little...she grew stronger.
As she continued to bring herself up from the depths of her weakness, not only did she regain her ability to move on her own, but she felt something else. A fire wakening in her belly. For fourty years she slowly dragged herself up from starvation, sapping from the high reishi content of the air itself in hueco mundo. Until at long long last, she felt something light up in her soul. Before she knew it, everything around her began to bleed viscera. Around her she saw flesh, flesh she hadn't seen in ages simply sprouting up around her.
She could feel it. She could see through it. And she knew it was her. After starving for so very very long, her body had become like a virus. Voraciously growing, spreading to anywhere it could seed itself. And the very first hollow that had come to investigate this strange growth became her first meal. It's body skewered by shards of bone, and it's corpse simply adding to the black mush that surrounded it, everything seeming to shrivel down and melt away in the wake of her new, sudden hunger. It was then that the name came to her. What she was. Who she would be.
Saint Ajora
