Post by Nola Vilde on Jan 14, 2016 13:32:54 GMT -5
-Opening-
Password 1: Moron Points
Password 2: Long Live The King
Type: Lunatic
Squad: Squad 1
Rank: Unseated Officer
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-Basic Information-
Name: Nola Vilde
Age of Death: 45
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 76/Mid 20s
Birthday (Month/Day): 6/6
Blood Type: AB Negative
RP Sample (Optional): Pbtbtbt
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-Appearance-
Height/Weight: 5'10" / 125 pounds
Physical Description:
Imposing. Such is the word that comes to mind as eyes meet this unusually pigmented woman. Heritage not particularly clear, her almost crimson skin is distracting, and glaringly prominent as the attentions strays instantly to what, typically, is the only skin showing from the woman at eye level: Her head. Adorned with brilliantly white hair that is so wildly styled so as to starkly contrast the refined and business-like attire that she so typically adorns herself with. Sharp features and a fang that seems to almost give her a monstrous look as though a fabled oni had found itself in present time and taken place before the viewer.
Almost constantly do a set of half-rimmed glasses nestle upon the bridge of her nose, showing off a considerable air of poignancy tinged with a sharp wit that almost drew blood from the retinas of those gazing upon her. She was not tired or angry as so many artless businesswomen so draped across their features, but she so wore a look of idle disappointment that so laced her looks that one might feel ashamed to have caught her glance. This is her mask, and it is her public face to all those that she finds in the mob of everyday encounter. It is her shield and her sword with which she fights for her company and so presents herself to her enemies.
In this battle of manners and witticisms she so garbs herself in finery of a business nature. From full suits to dress uniforms that give her the most esteemed essences of professionalism. A look that so declares "I don't see you, you are nothing, you have no worth. No Presence. No mass with which to find yourself a place in my expanse of attention. I don't even know you are there, but if I did: I'd ignore you." Such was simply her air, and her most favored attire gives a stunning example of such an impression. A Stark black blazer over a clean white button-up, framing the very top of a tightly knotted white tie. Flowing down with rigid geometry to the smooth slopes of loose khaki slacks that all but completely obscure a set of shiny black work shoes.
Beneath all of that finery, and behind the doors that separate business from her luxury time, there lies a far different girl, for indeed outside of the confines of sophisticated meeting she does so give off a very different, girlish air. Pleasantry spills across that red-velvet skin of hers and bends those lips like the curve of a bow into the most playful of smiles, lips that almost seem to curl at either end like a bad villain's mustache. Eyes that typically look with scorn and disinterest find warmth and a radiance within those soft blue-green hues that simply oozes a coy enjoyment as though by her gaze alone she were to extend an invitation to play with her oh so exclusively.
It is in this more casual of settings that more of her is seen. A variety of outfits showing more skin, and even playing with the color of her normally-white hair, dyed when she knows that work will be kept at bay for an extended period of time. Shoulders that seem ever-so stiff beneath uniform now seem soft and feminine, a smooth curvature flowing down into slender arms that seem delicate and wonderful. Fingers otherwise held meticulously stringent now take on a fluidity that one might see in a conductor or a maestro.
As the eyes travel down danger begins to saturate the air, as no doubt that crimson flesh draws the eyes to other parts of the anatomy. The slim of her torso belies a weak and rather pampered life, though just beneath that very thin film of fat lies hidden muscle and sinew, a body tempered by subtle training of cardio and aerobics as opposed to strength training of any kind. Just as one would seek out the line of her ribs, and indeed might seem to be reaching for the hard bone beneath a very thin layer of flesh, a brief tension and muscles small and thin would suddenly come alive to briefly bunch and define themselves under that imploring finger, likely soon to be followed by a very inquiring fist to the temple, as if to ask what the fuck you think you're doing. But of course, this would be done with that ever-playful smile of amusement.
Down past the soft expanse of torso comes the length that so defines her locomotion. Legs that sashay and stride confidently, they too holding a hidden layer of muscle beneath that supple smoothness to them, a deceptive anatomy that so relies on her relaxation to keep from showing definition and belying the work she puts into her body to maintain a level of fitness and strength so as to protect herself, and the most dangerous of her body the legs, that in one motion could curl and slide along the ground, allowing her to glide effortlessly across the floor like a ghost, and in the same motion snap across the face and shatter the nasal bridge and any semblance of a left cheek. Indeed this is the most lavish and enrapturing segment of her form and indeed the strongest.
And yet so rarely are they so displayed as even in the pool or beach a towel or cloth finds itself stylishly draped about her waist to so obscure the soft curvature of derriere that would otherwise no doubt draw the eyes of many an ambitious youth just as much as those expressive legs of hers could. And yet she never so casually or thoughtlessly displays her lower section, as such is the oasis, a place that holds what many might desire, yet so holds a place of fear and injured self-esteem. It is a part of her she is most critical of, and indeed many would consider it the most sacred of places. With both bottom and lap involved, there is much that people find enjoyment herein, and thus she keeps them shrouded, to keep the imagination flowing, and to obscure what she does indeed have to offer, and in her mind: not much.
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-Personality-
Dislikes:
-Cigarettes: They are disgusting, ugly, vulgar little sticks of death. That being said she herself used to smoke when she was younger, and thankfully quit early. These days however she cannot smell the smoke without feeling nausea.
-Interruptions to Work: Meticulous in nature when it comes to work, she does not enjoy being interrupted in the process of conducting business. she has no patience for obstructions. No Tolerance for obstacles. Work is her way of functioning, of forgetting everything she doesn't want to think about. Getting in the way of that is a dangerous game.
-Stubborn People: A major annoyance to her. It was always the stubborn, the bigoted, the type of person that sits watching TV while angrily downing a bottle of gin, sneering at those they deem unclean, unworthy, or simply unpleasant. Any threat to their frail little egos. These people get in the way, demanding their way in order to get anything from them. People like this need....correction. They need guidance. They need taking care of.
-Soldiers: Warriors and Martyrs. Those that fight for their causes. Fighting against the 'common enemy'. Individuals who follow along people stronger than them, toting around their own agenda in hopes that their goals will be filled in along the way. OF course, every now and then, one of these types will impress her, and she does so enjoy such surprises, however sparse they may be.
-The Subject of her Skin: She does her best to hide this dislike, but really she has grown very tired of it. Insults. Taunts. Compliments. Flirting. It's all grown quite old. That her unique nature be so fixated upon. Women seeking to be comforting. Men seeking to be some sort of Knight. Her hair, her eyes, her personality. All take back seat to the one thing that nobody shuts the fuck up about.
-The Unadaptive: She takes work to work, and has an air of professionalism. On the flip side she knows how to relax and how to have fun. She enjoys the people who know how to do business and those that know how to party. It's just ever so.....annoying, when they don't know when to transition. People that interrupt her work life with her casual life, and vice versa.
-Oranges: They hurt her teeth and tend to make her a bit nauseous.
-The 'Rogues': There's a lot of things she dislikes. Little things. Pet Peeves. Annoyances. But there is one thing she does truly despise, something that sickens her more than all the rest. The 'Bad'. Rogues who think the world was hard on them. Those that are 'hardened' and use that jaded personality to get somewhere. She's heard it so many times before. The unfeeling tough guys, the souls who were wounded, and so become special little heroes in their mind. They believe the world works as they think, as they have come to believe. And so they continue to act up. And ....disrupt... business.
-Shinigami: It's not that she hates them. She dislikes them, specifically dislikes. And really one coudl say it's hardly the shinigami themselves that she dislikes. She hates the way they...tend to act. Nobles especially she detests with their honor and their demand for respect. Really it puts her off, and if there is anything she hates, it is someone telling her that they deserve her respect. As a citizen of the rukongai this only gets worse as they CONSTANTLY interfere with her business.
-Higher-people Problems: Oh this guy doesn't like me. Oh these people don't agree with my belief system. Oh people are so rude to me. I deserve better than this. Me me me. Ever since arriving in hueco mundo, she has had a very stark relationship with problems. She realized how futile and meaningless her old problems were, how horrible life was for others. The kind of suffering that happens outside of whiny humans.
-Akki: The few she has run into tend to be...unpleasant. Not only in their psychosis and strange neuroticisms, but in the fact that they seem to do...nothing but 'evil' things. She detests their general outlook on things, the way their twisted minds perceive their surroundings. It's just stupid.
-Seki Seki: Cheap bullshit is what it is. She encountered it naturally in the Wasteland once, some sort of dump left by some shinigami. She immediately disliked it once she saw what it did. She had it destroyed and was....not so upset when the shinigami that tried protecting it wound up dying.
-Being Misunderstood: She very much hates when people get the wrong idea about her. Wether it's what she does, what she has as her goals, or what kind of person she is, she just...doesn't enjoy people that look at her and immediately make a wild assumption, especially when that assumption is vocalized in the form of an insult.
-Light: Perhaps it would be quaint to say that she does not dislike light. It is useful, in fact it is very important for life. But in that very same motion, it was her first exposure to light as a little girl that caused her skin to redden, and her hair to lighten. It was light that has forever shone on her, exposing her, prying at her. At every turn, she was thrown into the light, to be admired. To be lusted for. To be hated.
-Sozen Kuchiki:
She has come to loathe this man. Especially given that the individual seems to absolutely relish in slapping his own disgusting name on things. With all of the Kuchiki adoptions and that famous Kuchiki pride, she has no doubt that no matter how or where she gains any strength, because of his careless abandond when dealing with her, he will DOUBTLESSLY take credit for however strong she gets, an annoyace which has driven itself so deep into her soul that it's dangerously close to altering her powers.
-Squad Six:
Fuck them AND their Captain. Originally Nola thought that JUST Sozen Kuchiki was a dick. NOPE! Turns out the entire squad is dedicated to torture. As such Nola has developed an intense distaste not only for Sozen, but his entire squad as well, and now vehemently avoids them. In fact, her shift from Squad 1 to the Omnitsukido was a decision based entirely upon the prospect that she would actually have the opportunity to execute Sozen someday, and in the meantime, would get to keep his ridiculous squad in check under the orders of the 46. Especially given for some god awful reason that the Omnitsukido for some reason likes him. Meaning that any operations involving squad six members will probably not be all that popular. At least ONE member will be volunteering for those missions.
Likes:
-Business: It helps her stay calm. Helps her stay anchored to her reality. There's a lot she has to deal with in terms of her past, and work helps her deal with that, by focusing her mind on something, and as a result she's become very successful. She would never trade her work in, she needs it.
-Relaxation:When she is off work she enjoys kicking back and relaxing completely. Once work mode is off she turns it all the way off. Plain and simple.
-The Beach: She loves the Beach. She herself having a condo by the shore it takes nothing at all for her to get some nice quiet time to relax. And not to mention every now and then she can spend some time at a public beach. Always a fun time.
-Fine Sand:Not the gritty stuff. Normal sand of course is not too pleasant. But the finer grained sand, that's the kind she likes. The kind that she can sink her feet into and let the dust glide along her skin and spill back out onto the ground between her toes.
-Fine Company: Luxurious decorum, youthful company, an environment that is anything pleasant. Distractions and an atmosphere conducive to what she's doing, be that the casual environment of her off-time, and a clean and modern environment for her business time. In addition to the decorum, this involves individuals as well. People who are not simply attractive, but with personalities that work well with her and help her relax. More often than not in her company she takes such individuals under her wing and takes them with her as she rises in power and influence.
-The Moon:She's always had a fascination with the moon, and as such she has quite come to enjoy things associated with it. While she certainly does not flaunt the objects, she has a number of items themed toward it. Moonstones, Moondust, jewelry depicting the moon and it's phases.
-Profit:She is a simple creature. Be it from her partying or from her Job. What she seeks is to come out on top, to better herself and her situation, and to make money and accrue power and control. There is no favor from Nola. You owe her or you pay her. If there's nothing to be made she will rarely involve herself in a situation.
-Alone Time: No, not THAT kind of alone time. She enjoys having time to think. Even if it causes her to....panic a little. She finds that letting it out a little now and then, even if it terrifies her, is healthy for her. So long as nobody is around, she will typically let herself let go of all the chaos and hecticness around her. She empties her head and just lets herself think.
-Beast Clan: Perhaps one of the more perplexing races she finds them to be incredibly interesting to hang around. They have unusual habits and quirks, some taking a while to be able to speak properly, but still she finds their presence very refreshing.
-The Color Black: Given her skin color one shouldn't be so surprised that she likes the contrast between her skin and anything of a darker color that she can wear. Not only that, but it is the only color that can completely and utterly obliterate light.
-Sunglasses at Night: A song she really cannot get enough of. While the lyrics are not entirely sensical, she doesn't really care. She loves the beat, the way it's sung, and really she can often be found tapping, humming, or sometimes even singing to the beat of this rather old song.
Flaws:
-Unique:With her more...unusual aspects it is very hard to be taken seriously and sometimes she is even discriminated against due to her unusual look, be it positive discrimination or Negative, she hates both of them. Even in Hueco Mundo she stands out like a sore thumb, her hair and skin alone drawing the eyes of those around her, making a spectacle of herself and drawing the hungry eyes of those around her. Even if the more nefarious urges are not there, the staring bothers her in that she wishes it was something that was earned. She wants to be looked at because of who she is, not what she looks like.
-The Titty Monster:Perhaps something a bit more...childish. When she was little she said she wanted to grow up like her Aunts and wanted to have big breasts. To avert her from this silly notion they told her that big-breasted women didn't always start that way, but were actually victims of the Titty Monster, a horrible monster that visits little girls as they get older and steal something special about them and instead gives them large breasts. It can be anything from talent to intellect, or even their hopes and dreams. Since then, even as an adult, she is slightly afraid of the Titty Monster and as such this alienates her slightly from women with large breasts.
-Work Work Work:When at work or handling any sort of business of such a type, she almost always focuses entirely upon what it is she is doing. In this state she is almost completely no fun and is very hard to convince to be pleasant or do anything that would be recreational. Only the closest of friends are typically capable of distracting her unless she is in an already compromised state.
-Play Play Play:While not as serious and hard to get out of as her Work mode, she is rather...uninhibited when in this mode as well and will even partake in activities she normally would not when in this little mood. Be it relaxing and pushing everything else off until it's scheduled time to just outright partying, she is typically not very interested in what others have to do unless they are friends of hers, which is a very rare type of person.
-Vicious:
Since the Nixing of the old Nola Personality (or rather the broken shell of herself that was being protected from a lot of very unpleasant memories) Nillia/Nola has come to be an aggressively vicious individual.....that she always was before her mental breakdown. Returning to her old ways, Nola has developed a ridiculous ammount of vicious intent, thanks to a brand new intense ability to remember her old training. Of course this does not mean she is an overly cruel or even mean person. Most of the time she is still largely a casual and laid back person. She simply has....developed her professional attitude. In addition to being incredibly serious about work, she is also nincredibly serious when it comes to taking somebody down. As a result of this its very hard to actually spar with her.
Habits:
-Adjusting her Glasses: Being Far-sighted she typically spends a lot of time adjusting her glasses whenever she turns her attention to something that is close to her as she otherwise keeps them slightly below eye level so as to be able to easily see things that are far away. Even when she is not shifting her attention she will sometimes simply fiddle with them, constantly shifting her ability to see things close up or far away
-Deadpan:Often when confronted with a point of view that she finds illogical or simply stupid, rather than argue she has a habit of briefly staring at an individual and remaining silent, as if giving them ample time to realize the flaw in their logic or to simply let the weight of their own words sink into them. The duration of this varies but tends to correspond to just how stupid their words were.
-Emotionless Flirting:Ironically, she does not only flirt when she is in her playful mode and sometimes will flirt at work. However when doing so this tends to be delivered in a very flat tone and usually comes off as a command or an angry demand as opposed to a genuine flirt. This is especially prevalent since her arrival in Las Arenas as she tends to flirt a little with her fellow Keepers in this...unusual way. Surprisingly, this goes over far better with hollows and other spiritual beings than with Humans.
-Not Smiling at Work:At least not a happy smile. But even the conniving, predatory smile she is capable of unleashing in her work mode are far and sparse in her daily routine and even when they do occur they are not easily noticed unless one knows what to look for. This adds to her incredibly cold aura she tends to give off when she is focused on a job, especially given her new carreer as a Keeper. Due to the nature of her work she often deals with heinous crimes. Due to her casual nature when not on the job, individuals will often try to use humor to sway her. This tends not to work.
Fears:
-Jews:A fear she has come to terms with, though one she is very ashamed of. During her time as an orphan, the staff had a particular...penchant for instilling fears into the orphans. A sort of sick gambling. They would choose things from a hat, and see if they could actually make them legitimately afraid of it. One of the more noteworthy workers bet on it being Jews, but lost. Feeling somewhat cheated, they decided to do their best to make her afraid of them anyway. Telling her horrible stories and legends about the jewish people, she instilled Nola with the belief that no only would they steal her money, but her soul, virginity, and her personality from her. While as an adult she knows this is ridiculous, she can't help but be slightly involuntarily apprehensive around them.
-Dying Alone:Despite all of her coldness when working, and all of the reckless partying, there is actually, beneath all of that, a fear that one day, she'll drive everyone away from her, and be left alone with nothing but the throne of accomplishments she's come to accrue. No love. No Friends, just worthless, cold cash. She is a strong woman with a powerful will. However, if she truly believes someone is capable of making her happy and that person dangles the carrot of their eternal company before her, she will do almost anything to be with them forever.
-Being Seen Naked:A surface fear instilled by the other girls in the orphanage. As a young woman she was often tricked and pranked because of her skin, and many a time she would shower or bathe and find her clothing stolen. And what with her glaring skin, it was impossible to sneak around and get new ones. Constantly being ostracized and punished by the staff for this, as well as her incredible unwillingness for anyone to find out her secret, she is deathly afraid of letting anyone see all of her naked. Ironically, this is why she dresses so scantily when relaxed and why she loves the beach, being close to naked, but not actually naked scares her a little and she enjoys the thrill. However if she accrues battle damage and her clothing becomes tattered or destroyed, she will retreat or even concede rather than continue fighting naked.
Goals:
-Cook:Learning to cook is something she did at an early age, but she only ever learned to make simple things, and even to this day is a mediocre cook at best. She really wants to learn to not just get good at cooking, but good enough to really impress someone. The idea of cooking for someone is something she holds close to heart. The kids that would play with her always bragged how wonderful their mother's cooking was and she always wanted to be that mom, the Mom who was an amazing cook. When she was still living with her aunts, she had an Aunt that could cook things that were just fantastic. She was a master at her craft and everything that passed over a pan or a skillet that she held seemed to burst with flavor and life. One day she hopes to be as good a cook as she, and to share the food she makes with those she cares about.
-Leadership:She always loved her time in the military, and quite honestly even though she has become quite successful in the world of business, she often thinks back to the days when she worked with the military, and she'd always held the fantasy of being promoted to something high-end such as a Lieutenant or even a Major at some point, though as it were, her company comes first, though the idea of starting up a privately owned military organization has somewhat appealed to her, however implausible a goal it is.
Alignment: Lawful Good
Overall Personality:
As a former member of the military and the CEO of a company, she can be quite commanding. When approached in the setting of a business meeting or some other formal setting, she can seem quite stringent and regimented, maintaining a meticulous and straight-forward demeanor, typically remaining rigid in both her speech patterns as well as the manner in which she moves her body, taking sharp accurate motions and placing a good amount of finesse and grace into her actions and words, wielding her wit as a fencer would her piece. As such she is typically seen as unfriendly, cold, and even uncaring when it comes to this sort of environment and were it not for her incredible diligence and work ethic she would likely not be as respected by her workers as she is.
Additionally, in this setting she has a bit of a no-nonsense attitude and while she may not go out of her way to ruin the fun of others, usually, she typically has a sense of deadpan about her. Though ironically, she DOEs have somewhat a sense of humor, though in such an environment she delivers her humor with such a lack of any comedic indication that it can sometimes be mistaken for blunt sarcasm or discontent. Because of this she tends not to make as many business deals with corporations that have CEOs that prefer a more personal touch until she has time to observe them. If her job DOES dictate such a lax attitude, she is surprisingly apt at transitioning to such a mood and pulling it off quite well when need be.
In stark contrast, when she is away from work she is amazingly lax and playful, being a bit of a slob in her own home when it comes down to it, though she does periodically clean her place to keep it manageable. In such a mood she is very approachable and will even go out of her way to interact and have fun with others, having very little qualms about indulging in various activities though she does draw the line at substances that would damage her body over time. When approached, she typically is quite friendly in this state and even tends to be rather flirtatious, especially when at the beach, which is one of her favorite places to hang out as she enjoys wearing her bathingsuit.
But these are just parts of her, the parts of her that she holds up to the light and lets be seen. There is another part of herself, so deeply drenched in memory and darkness that it only ever comes to light when that sharp mind of hers can no longer keep turning, can no longer keep ignoring it, can no longer come to keep at bay the flood of memories, urges, thoughts, that had saturated that one part of her life, a part of her life in which she did things that she has no wish to remember. But even so, that part of her has been force to the light. It is a set of instincts and emotions that she has come to name, a part of herself she has so dubbed: Nillia.
Nillia is not a separate personality, but is simply treated as such as a means of dissociation. So far as she is concerned, she is no longer the woman that did all those terrible things, and simply cast away those parts of herself that Nillia was known for. Unlike Nola, Nillia was a horrible, malicious, terrible person. Above just killing those she was ordered to during her time as a contracted agent, she also committed other atrocities. In a time when murder was ok, and in fact something she was supposed to do, the lessons she had been taught by her aunts all those years ago simply fell to the floor, unimportant and forgotten. She didn't need them, all she needed to do was: Whatever she wanted.
In addition to being a murderer and a sadist, Nillia had a particular habit of being.....kind. Warm. Loving, and almost motherly. She never had a scary face, she never snarled or hissed. She killed people whilst looking at them like they were her own children. Sang them lullabies while they choked on their own blood, and made them call her 'mother' as she broke their bones and snapped their tendons. Such was the manner that Nillia operated. She fell in and out of love with every single person she murdered. In the few seconds that usually transpired when she was in the process of murdering someone, she would for but a moment, love them with all of her heart. She would try to imagine all of the things they had ever done, the people they had encountered, the happiness they had sewn, and she would think of all the things they could ever do in the future, and with all of the good that they had, or could have done in her mind, she smothered it with her own two hands.
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-Powers-
Fighting Style:
As a combatant, Nola takes a considerable amount of precaution in the manner with which she fights. Mainly due to her limited vision without her glasses, she tends to try and gauge her enemy while she still has them before initiating her shikai. As a result of this, she is somewhat hesitant to use shikai and will often use her other abilities to try and forestall it's use. This makes her a little reliant upon non-release techniques and abilities when she is in combat with an individual she doesn't particularly think she needs to release against, meaning that if she underestimates her opponent, however rare it is for such a thing to occur, she will sometimes refrain from using shikai until later in the fight and will sometimes sustain early damage as a result.
When unreleased, Nola will typically use weapons outside of her zanpakuto, and sometimes even improvised weapons in the stead of her soul weapon in the interest of remaining combat-capable. She is rather unfond of unarmed combat and will almost always try to find some sort of weapon t use during an encounter, as otherwise she will distance herself from the enemy as much as she can until she finds a suitable weapon or is pushed to the point that she initiates her shinkai. When particularly pressed she will often use kicks as a means of trying to dissuade an enemy from getting too close. As a result of this she has taken into learning Taekwondo as a means of self defense. She still very much prefers to fence and use her rapier, but is capable of resorting to the art when necessary.
WHEN pressed into using Taekwondo, she typically relies on dodging attacks and attacking the opponent's arms and legs with her kicks. As she is not particularly strong she tends to favor striking at the joints or simply launching herself or her opponent away from one another to create some distance as she does not particularly like being in close quarters without a weapon. She doesn't like physically touching other spiritual beings as experience has taught her that some enemies can kill you just by touching you. As such if possible she will often wear gloves or other coverings on her person to avoid direct contact, and in the absence of such coverings will typically use her environment in order to take hits for her as she tries to thinking of a way to take on her opponent.
When she is released she will usually focus on reducing her opponent's ability to fight, wether that is burning them to such an extent that they are unable to continue fighting properly, or simply severing bits and pieces of them so that they are unable to continue fighting, as she usually prefers not to use her full power to kill people, at least not intentionally. While it certainly is something prone to happen from time to time she will, if possible, avoid completely destroying her target in the interest of interrogation or reasoning.
Of course, Her Zanpaku'to is perhaps the most important part of her fighting style, or at least her Zanpaku'to spirit is. Nillia, knows that under normal circumstances, Nola is too weak, too gullible, too nice to ever kill anything. So, whenever Nola must fight, she begins changing Nola's memories. Knowing that trying to make Nola hate her enemy would be too taxing, she makes her love them instead. A love strong enough that when Nola sees what her 'love' has become, it is through kindness and sadness that she strikes them down.
Zanpakutou Appearances: In it's base state, her zanpaku'to takes on the form of a Needle. An incredibly large, pointy, bladeless needle. The weapon itself WOULD be considered a javelin, measuring a full 2 feet in length. However the eye at one of the ends changes this. With both ends being pointed, this weapon has no handle, forcing Nola to wield it using the eye as a handle.
When Released, strangely, this Weapon seems to change....nothing. It looks exactly the same. However this is only one small part of the Zanpaku'to. Outside of it's overall effects there is no physical change in Nola's zanpakuto outside of some techniques modifying it.
Zanapkutou Release Names:
Shikai: Whisper in my ear, Alte Furcht
Bankai: Whisper together, Alteste Groll
Overall Ability:
Nola's overall ability lies in Memory, and namely how it shapes everything a person is. No matter what someone has experienced in their past, it is ultimately how they remember it that changes how it effects them, something completely positive can be twisted and warped by one's mind and stored as a dark and insidious memory, creating a tumultuous effect on how one perceives and experiences reality. Of course, when these memories are taken in, they are purely processed by her subconscious as a means of filtering. By doing this, Nola shields herself from any psychological damage or trauma she might have as a result of siphoning memories off a particularly twisted person, but this also prevents her from consciously knowing the person's past, unintentionally preventing herself from consciously knowing everything about a person simply by having released around them.
This filtering of memories being processed also makes the selection of memories and tidbits of intormation that are used in her abilities a surprise to both her opponent AND Nola herself. Often times Nola's subconscious desires and feelings end up being played out in these scenes, making it very common for her to develop emotional attachment even to enemies who she has engaged in combat. However, Nola, despite the loss of Nillia, still has considerable trouble against people of a bright or truly good nature, or at least one that she perceives. Those with high light aura have a much easier time resisting her abilities as Nola's guilt often hinders her.
Shikai Alte Furcht
Without an external conduit for her powers, Nola's Shikai now operates through her own flesh and blood. When she releases, Nola's shikai leaks out into the world and begins manifesting it's power. Namely in Nola's connection with her targets. Once released, there is a brief surge of memory in Nola's mind which occurs in a fraction of a second as her brain refocuses on her memories that have to do with the person she is with. Using these memories, Nola can drag these memories to the surface and infuse them into her body as well as the body of one of her targets. This then diffuses into the environment until the memory is made a reality.
At any time, Nola can use her reiatsu to bring to life one of her memories that is associated with her target, namely in a sudden flash of 'deja vu'. By paying a small reiatsu cost of 50 reiatsu, Nola can melt into a cloud of dark memories before re-materializing in a position relative to her target that she has been in before. (Example: If she has ever been in the target's arms, she can pay the reiatsu cost and immediately reappear immediately in relation to her target in direct physical contact and bodily position that the memory entails with only slight modification to account for the target's position if it is different from the target's position during the memory (Ie if in the memory they were sitting down but the target is standing up then obviously Nola will also be standing) nor can this relocation cause Nola to immediately be injuring a target, eg she cannot telepot and relocate with her sword buried in them. The speed at which this shift in position occurs is 15x her normal speed, ignoring obstructions as it is technically a form of teleportation. This ability is considerably more dangerous against individuals she has Spent time around in the past. This ability can ultimately trigger intense feelings of deja vu in the target such that when this ability occurs, if Nola has a simple superiority of offensive strength over the target (though this is adjusted based on the target's light aura above 75. Ie. a light aura of 100 means she requires a 25% superiority), they will be briefly locked in place as they are rooted by the familiarity of the situation. This lasts only a brief couple seconds and during this brief moment they are not ACTUALLY physically paralyzed, but rather their instinct is cut down into 1/3rd it's original value (100 becomes 33) for a brief moment (One post).
This ability however is not something that can be done right off the bat. First and foremost, her zanpaku'to must make contact with an enemy or their release after having released (passing through during Fade Into Memory counts as contact). Whenever this occurs, it saves up two charges, and by consuming these charges, Nola is able to activate her overall ability. Additionally, the stun portion of this technique is a result of a short-range pulse of memories (not spirit energy) around her when she arrives at her destination. This pulse only reaches out a meter from her body in every direction, and if she appears outside of this range, her target is unaffected. Additionally, this technique has a brief delay, right before her relocation , in either case the enemy is tipped off that a relocation is about to happen, and those that are aware of how the technique functions can use it to their advantage, the delay relies on Nola's own instinct as the delay itself is the time it takes her subconscious mind to select and properly process a memory, and as such if she has a significant superiority of her instinct over a target's (25% or higher) the delay will typically be too brief for them to notice. Additionally, this technique is limited to er memories with the target. She cannot use positions in memories of another person in order to relocate. (She cannot use a position unless she and the target in question, have been in it before.) Those that she has not met in the past, or simply has been forced to release around immediately, will not be individuals she can utilize this ability as effectively against, it is most potent against those she knows well.
This ability drags anything in direct contact with Nola with her (if she is handcuffed, the cuffs come with her).
Teleporting counts as a step tech in terms of how many can be done per post.
Bankai Alteste Groll
Evolving from her Shikai's overall ability, Nola's bankai evolves not only to be able to recall her own location and orientation in relation to a target, but can also operate in the opposite direction. In addition to having access to a higher class version of her Shikai overall ability, Nola's ability gains some new aspects. Like in shikai, this is accomplished by hitting a target with a pulse of memories after arrival, this pulse extends to ten meters around Nola instead of a single meter.
Similar to shikai, Nola requires physical contact with a target in order to build up charges, only in Bankai, each instance of physical contact generates four charges. Also similarly to shikai, this ability has a delay based on Nola's instinct before a relocation. Like shikai, the pulse of memory (not spirit energy) after relocation still results in a 66% reduction in instinct on hit. However, unlike in shikai, in Bankai Nola gains a special trinket from anyone she has touched with her bankai which represent that person's memories. Any persons' memories that she collects are added to her collection and when using her overall ability in Bankai, she can not only recall a position she shares with a target, but a position that the target shares with anyone whose memories she has collected, however using another person's memories costs double the reiatsu. Just like in shikai, positions are adjusted with respect to differences in the target's stance and cannot result in instant injury to the target. Anything in direct contact with Nola is taken with her during a relocation.
Trinkets collected remain with Nola even after her bankai is sealed, allowing her to collect them from various opponents. She can only hold up to three Trinkets at a time, and if she wishes to add trinkets beyond that she must sacrifice an existing one.
Like her Shikai, her Bankai does not apply stolen memories directly to Nola herself, but rather collect and process them through her subconscious, ensuring that particularly harmful memories do not negatively effect her in battle, but as a result keeps her from actually being aware of and accessing the memories and secrets of others, allowing her to use her abilities, but removing the usual benefits of stealing people's memories for herself. As such, whenever a trinket is in use, she does not consciously select a memory, but rather forms an idea of what she needs for a situation, her subconscious then rifling through the memories in an instant and giving her her options, ensuring that her ability can be used without any delay in mental preparation or execution of an attack and ensuring the fluidity of her assaults.
Teleporting counts as a step tech in terms of how many can be done per post.
Zanpakuto Techniques:
Name: Nigai Kokoro (Bitter Heart)
Shikai Level
Description:This ability is a much more powerful technique than any shikai ability before it. At this level, the technique no longer needs Shinobu to initiate contact. So long as a target is within 100 meters, they can be subject to this ability. In this technique, anyone within this range is locked into zone. Once it has been formed, it cannot be easily escaped. Every post, Nillia may initiate a 'memory;, similar to her other techniques. Only that rather than flashing back and experiencing them, they become real. Whatever the scene Nola chooses, for everyone in the zone, it will happen. They will be unable to resist playing the part set out for them, they will suffer, they will feel, they will injure and be injured. They may even die, and it will be reality.
However, upon the conclusion of every memory, it will all reset. Wounds will fade, those dying within the span of the episode return to life, everything returns to what it once was, except for the soul. Though it will not retain damage, those who participated will find that their mind, and their body, vividly remembers the experience. Believing will no longer be a factor, as it was indeed a reality. While the outer membrane of this zone is completely permeable, passing through takes at least one full post as the user is slowed on the way out, meaning that even if the target instantly moves to the edge of the barrier, they must suffer at least one episode.
Drawback: The only permanent effects of the technique are psychological. Costs 700 reiatsu to form the zone. The zone itself can be easily permeated, and cannot be moved once set unless it is taken down and the tech is paid for and started up again. The zone's duration is only mitigated by shikai's continuation.
This technique can be resisted by a simple 20% superiority to Nola's offensive stat. However an individual with 50% superiority will not only be able to resist this technique, but with at least 4 points in Analysis (any points in analysis or Battle Analysis count toward this ammount) they will be able to discern how her technique works and use it to draw memories from Nola at will and use them to cause the technique to backfire.
Additionally Nola must be involved with any scene that this ability afflicts, as Nola constantly suffers as a means of strengthening her resolve to fight.
Name: Kioku ni Usureru (Fade into Memory)
Shikai Level
Description: This Technique relies on Nola's continued contact with her zanpaku'to. As long as this contact is maintained, she can expend reiatsu and shift into an incorporeal state, her body turning to black shadow. So long as she is in this state, Nola's actions are completely restricted to her Release Techniques. In this state, Nola's entire body is converted into memory, allowing her to only interact through these memories. However in this state, while technically Nola's body blackens and becomes shadowy, those viewing her do not see anything different. They see the memory of her, or rather as they remember her. As such, even if she is somehow injured in this state, she will continue to appear as injured or uninjured as she was when she first entered this state, making her appear to be in a perfectly normal state, but simply ignoring any attempts to wound her. They are still able to see her moving around, the shroud simply hides any changes to her physical appearance or apparent state. Not ONLY this, but those with energy senses will cease to be able to sense changes in her reiatsu without at least 150 ES (increased or decreased by 75 according to Nola's Stealth stat and the target's Anti stealth stat (aka, Nola with a stealth stat of 2 and the target with an anti stealth of 1 means the target must have 225 ES to sense her)), as this fixation on the last available memory also applies to that sense. This however does NOT apply to senses through artificial means, such as artificial eyes, or if their energy sensory is done through a device, meaning that even simple items of a nature will be able to ignore this guise.
Drawback: Loses access to Non-release techniques and any offensive ability. Costs 300 reiatsu to activate, and lasts for 4 posts. While she is more or less immune to the attacks of others, she does have a very low level of material interaction with her own reiatsu, and as such when she is in this state, she keeps a fine layer of her own reishi along her skin. As such those with sufficient strength or outright momentum to do so can actually slam this layer into her. While their own fist will simply pass through her, the reishi that hits her will inflict damage, as such an individual with strength or speed with a 50% superiority to her offensive stat will be able to inflict injury on her with physical attacks, though the damage is converted into blunt damage as opposed ot slashing, stabbing, what have you. Reishi attacks with inferior offensive strength to Nola's have halved attack damage (In terms of damage and other secondary effects outside of damage, the offensive strength is considered half), whereas superior ones effect her regularly.
Name Sôki Ha (Remembering Blade)
Shikai-Tech
This ability manifests as Nola's ability to meld what is real and what is a memory. By gathering up an enormous amount of power she drenches one of her arms in black reiatsu, wrapping it up with a horrible aura before the arm itself fades from existence as it becomes nothing but a memory, a memory that infuses into her zanpaku'to, reshaping it into a Sword forged from the memory of her own flesh. This blade immediately begins breaching the barrier between Nola and her zanpakuto, and parts of her Zan spirit begin showing up on Nola as a black, dripping ethereal hood wraps around her body as her zan spirit's body literally tries to fuse with Nola's. Their eyes forming four bright yellow dots shining through the material of the hood itself as the material reaches down over her nose. A long, sharp pair of blade-like bat ears sprout from the top of the hood.
By manifesting this sword, Nola's aura is completely eclipsed by her zanpaku'to's aura, meaning that while this technique is active, she has 100 Dark Aura. This Remembering Blade serves as a breaching point between memory and reality.
Whenever Nola's manifested weapon (typically forming around her zanpaku'to) strikes a target or part of their release, they are considered marked instead of receiving actual, immediate damage from the hit. At the end of every post for any individual that is touched by Remembering Blade, a Shadow of their memory forms along the edge of Remembering Blade, and they experience a VERY realistic surge of memory. This vivid memory while distracting, typically will not be too harsh, and will simply interrupt the combatant's rhythm and break their focus for an instant. But what happens next is the real meat of this technique.
Each post, if Nola has accrued at least one Shadow of Memory on her Remembering Edge, she can slam the weapon into the ground, tearing the memory apart and shaping it into a new one which is unleashed upon the battlefield in a black wave of reiatsu that travels at around 3,000 speed and covers a radius of 10 meters (+1 for every 10 points of Sppr Nola has). Everything within this zone is subjected to the new memory, be they living or dead. This memory, entirely of Nola (or rather Nillia's) design is wracked upon each person in the zone's form, typically involving those in the zone. While for living things this applies a purely psychological effect, forcing them to endure the memory, but for the environment, the effects become scars and alterations to the surroundings. Personal effects and nonliving(Zanpaku'to are considered living, as are other weapons such as arrancar zan and fullbringers items so long as they are part of a kind of release) weapons that belong to the members in the zone can resist these changes by having a 15% superiority to Nola's Offensive stat.
If at any time this ethereal blade pierces a living target, as opposed to simply striking the target's personal effects or a part of their release, they can immediately be forced into one of these memories, but at a personal level (surroundings are not effected) and the individual is forced into a twisted memory. If they do not have at least 25% superiority to Nola's offensive stat then they lose invulnerability to the changes of this memory to their personal effects and body itself, only they suffer these changes over the course of two posts. these changes will never be lethal (nor can they reverse lethal damage), but can be incredibly excruciating and debilitating.
Drawbacks: The use of this technique sacrifices one of Nola's arms for it's use, and even when this technique ends and the arm comes back, it does not come back entirely, causing it to not function at 100%, it's speed and instinct (the time it takes to respond to the body) are reduced by 25% for 5 posts after it returns. Additionally, the use of this technique immediately shaves 3 posts of the total duration of her shikai before it needs to be refreshed, and DOUBLES the reiatsu cost needed to refresh it at the end of her Shikai duration (Does not stack when Ability is re-activated after refreshing shikai). Additionally during this technique, Nola's shikai loses the ability to physically collide, meaning it cannot inflict physical damage or block physical strikes. However, reiatsu barriers or defenses (Blut or Hierro for some reason) will interact with the weapon normally (Though this will not stop the effects from occurring unless the barrier is strong enough to keep Nola's weapon from damaging them (aka defensive superiority to Nola's offensive stat))
Individuals with enough speed and strong stepping techniques can also either outpace, or match the pace of, the reiatsu wave and may dodge it if they react quickly enough. This also applies to avoiding Nola's blade in the first place.
Costs 600 Reiatsu to activate.
Name: Yakkaina Omoide No Kabe (Cloak Thorny Memories)
Shikai Level
Nola's power invokes the deepest of memories that a person can hold, but often these memories are very dark or painful. When Nola releases, she takes time to subconsciously process each and every memory that she's collected and in time, she wreaths herself in her enemy's most painful memories. This ability is actually a passive, but has a 1 post incubation period before it takes effect (If a target arrives after she has released then it will take one post of exposure to the person before her shikai can add them to her shroud). Once Nola releases, it takes this one post of incubation for her subconscious mind to collect her targe'ts most dangerous and painful memories. After this period, these memories wrap around her body and form a dark, thorny shroud.
If at any point a target comes into close quarters with Nola, ths Cloak can come to life and extend from her body to attack them at Nola's behest with a maximum range of two meters from her body. The cloak moves at 600 speed when attacking and if it manages to secure an attack on a target, it does not necessarily do damage, instead a clash happens: This clash greatly resembles cutback in that it forces a clash specifically to spiritual pressure. However it is unlike cutback in that this specificity in what it clashes with does not vary with race, as such even arrancar are forced to clash using their spiritual pressure. If the target loses this clash, they are immediately afflicted by not only their own bad memories, but Nola's bad memories as well, causing the target to suffer the most recent injury that they have experienced in the past, as well as the most recent serious injury that Nola has experienced.
Drawback: Incubation period, as well as the fact that the damage inflicted by this ability varies wildly as the damage can range from small cuts to dismemberment or terminal wounds. Additionally, if Nola loses this clash of spiritual pressures, she takes the effect instead. This ability costs 400 reiatsu to activate the cloak, which lasts for 3 posts. Additionally this ability relies on Nola's ability to land attacks using the cloak's shadowy attacks, also meaning that Nola has to be aware of the enemy closing in on her, making it entirely possible for a target to attack her and escape unscathed if she fails to notice them.
Nola's most recent memory must be kept track of. Stated at the beginning of the thread, as well as updated throughout the battle. Injuries must be of a somewhat serious nature (blood must be drawn for it to count, internal bleeding counts as well) to apply.
Other Techniques:
Technique Name: [Shunpo (Flash Steps)]
Class: 7
Technique Type: Kido
Technique Element: None
Technique Description and Effects:
A movement technique that allows the user to move faster than the eye can follow. The focal point that determines the bases of this technique is speed. As speed is the main point of the technique the method is best characterized by how fast one can get from point A to point B in the least amount of steps. Training and skill are what determines how fast a user of Shunpo can move; those of little skill in the technique or those who haven't used it an extended amount of time would obviously be out of practice, causing those individuals to be considerably slower, which requires the use of more steps to move the same distance and become winded far easier in a shorter amount of time. A single step magnifies speed for that step by 10 times. Uses 50 Reiatsu per step. This one is automatically learned in the academy. ALL shinigami know this when created. This technique does not take up a technique slot. Individuals who can enter an incorporeal or otherwise in a state where they normally would not be able to be made contact with, instead find that the zone is quite solid, and will be unable to pass through without the offensive stat (in this case not barring strength) to break through unless they return to a normal state of tangibility.
How to use technique:
A focus of reishi around the feet area, and then launching off into a single step which blurs, not unlike teleportation in appearance, except it is simply extremely fast movement. Often used to gain an edge in a single moment of combat, or to dodge incoming attacks. Unlike her shikai-level techs, requires a base 75% spiritual stat superiority (before Dark Remembrance adjustment) in order to resist the effects.
Birthplace: Germany
Current Residence: Rukongai
Memorable Figures: [x
History:
She didn't know where in Germany she was born. Such details hardly mattered anyway at that age. Small and helpless, she had been taken because of her unique looks. That was the beginning and the end of it. A rare looking girl that would one day make an expensive whore. That was all that she was to the men that took her, and as much as she could ever be for the people that she'd been sold to. Of course, at that age she didn't quite understand that the place she was living, a brothel, was hardly a place for her. She was more or less raised by the courtesans. As she grew up, she never did know why they had taken such to caring for her. Be it that they themselves would never have such the privilege to have a child of their own driving them to take the opportunity to mother someone would they could. Or perhaps some guilt-induced impulse to care for her and in some way try to prepare her for the life she would soon have.
Regardless of any of that, she simply knew them as her family. They were her mothers. Her Sisters. Her Aunts. Her Best Friends. Even as work in the place bore down on her, she was looked after, kept from being worked too hard by the boss as the courtesans pointed out that working her too hard would build up unattractive muscle. Of course, there were other hazards that they simply could not shield her from. The ridicule of the staff and the cruelty of the girl's 'owner'. Unknowingly, she was being looked after, worried for, the women that raised her dreading each and every year the girl came to put under her belt, bringing her closer and closer to what was, to them, an eventuality. As fate would have it, the universe seemed to have other plans. Among it's many other activities the brothel in question not only held the enslaved, but has a considerable shipment of drugs and other illegal substances shipped in and out, which eventually led to the raid. Funnily enough, Nola had been asleep when it had all happened. Her aunt Rose waking her up and huddling her close as men stormed the place and gunfire roared through the establishment. But even through the tiniest of windows through her aunt's arms, she saw the special forces officer, a woman, take down the largest and scariest man among the brothel staff. Wide eyes watching.
When it was all done, she was separated from her family she had come to know for so long. With no birth certificate and no record of her aside from the name her Mothers had given her. They had guessed as much as what had happened and she was allowed to live with her mother Rose for the time being until she was older. It was in this manner that she gained a true, legal mother. But even so, as a new life was given to her and her new family, she couldn't help but think back to that day every time her eyes drifted shut. What with the economy the way it as, she and Rose actually wound up staying with a number of the others liberated from the dreadful place, so really there was no exchange of hats so far as who raised her, simply put things just got...better. There were no more beatings. The food got a lot better, and soon her Aunts began to urge her to get an education. Well on her way to being ten, they wished a pleasant, better life for their Daughter/Niece. And at that time, she had aspirations of her own forming.
Inspired by what she'd seen, as soon as she was old enough she began to express her interest in joining the Military. This was, of course, a surprise to her family, but they had nothing but support for their little one, and before long after her Seventeenth birthday she was in boot camp, fighting for a right to join. Of course as a young woman she struggled, always seeking to surpass not only her peers and the males, but her own ideals about where she should be. Her instructors always seemed shocked that she seemed almost to push herself more than she was being pushed by them. Long after any mishaps that would result in physical exercise as repercussion, as soon as the matter was ended she could be seen, doing double the amount she'd been asked, as if to hammer into herself the discipline she believed necessary, aiming even higher than the conduct for the officers that trained her.
Surprisingly, when it came to off-duty she was among the more wild. Of course she stayed away from excessive drinking or any sort of unhealthy recreation, she still was among the most flirty, pleasant, and fun-seeking among her comrades and soon she'd earned herself the nickname "Penny" a round-about way of calling her Two-faced, in a less insulting or detrimental way. She was not unliked, indeed many came to try and model themselves after her. And before long, she found herself ranked among the NCOs and by special request was brought into special forces training where her attitude and self-discipline further served her and drove her to impress her superiors. Her first mission she hardly broke a sweat, even as she aided in securing a compound from a terrorist cell in the northern region of the country. At first she had felt nothing, no issues, no trauma, handling her work even better than her coworkers. In the end, it was not until several years later at the age of 22 when she was given the option to retire from the service. It was an odd decision, and quite frankly she knew that if she had stayed she likely could have built quite the career. But something had drawn her away, and soon she found out what.
Once she was settled, revisiting her large immediate family, telling them, as much as she could, about what aspects of her job she was allowed to, earning her the approval and the pride of her mothers and aunts that had raised her. It wasn't until a few months after her retirement from special forces and during the time when she had been looking for a job that she was hit with it. Suddenly everything that she had done, everything she had simply glazed over. The stress of being shot at. Of aiming at another human being and pulling the trigger, the taunting and teasing of her fellow soldiers about her unique look, the incredulity with which she'd been looked at due to her uniqueness. Everything that had been tuned out suddenly came back in, as if a radio kept for so long on the lowest of volume settings had suddenly been cranked and now she was drowning in the noise that throbbed through her soul. At the age of 23 she panicked, and briefly began to dip a toe into alcoholism, and were it not for her family she might have succumbed.
With this grief at her heels, one of her Aunts, a woman by the name of Jade had found her a job as an entry-level assistant in a mildly successful company that worked out building contracting in the area for the city's construction workers. Immediately she simply treated it like....boot camp. She focused, drove herself, and in no time she had risen beyond the level that many found themselves after years of faithful service. Three months in she was a manager under the Owner of the company itself until a licensing dispute lost the Owner his rights to it, and was forced to sell. Sensing the opportunity, Nola took out a loan and bought the company for herself using the borrowed money as well as her own saved payment checks. Before her Twenty Fourth Birthday Her company began making some impressive money, functioning better than it had under previous ownership, and soon finding herself buying out smaller companies. Not only that, but she began to expand. Beyond simple contracting, she began to make the Company into an empire of sorts, dipping into just about anything that went through her town, and before long with several branches being set up, she was soon finding herself in charge of much of the business going on in the region. Even with all this success, it meant very little compared to a simple fact: It kept all of that stress away.
By age twenty five she knew what she'd done to herself. She was prolonging a crash that was going to come one day, and likely one that would very much lead to some sort of breakdown. But that didn't matter to her. She was successful. She had fun. She was making money enough to take care of the women who had raised her as if she were their very own for over twenty years a hundred times over. She began to plan, being the careful woman that she was, laying down a foundation of managers and high ranking officials within her company, individuals she trusted and knew to take over various aspects of the company in such an event she knew would come for her some day.And it wasnt until a few months before her Twenty Sixth birthday that things hit a bump.
It was hardly something she expected, the powers that seemed suddenly thrust upon her. One day she was aggravated, wanting to just...break something. And it happened. A crack right through one of her least favorite mugs. Rational thought dictated it a coincidence. A fluke, nothing to get in a tizzy over. The third incident set her mind. She did not know what was happening, weather she had gotten some sort of poisoning, or if perhaps twenty years of stress and anxiety bottled up had had an adverse effect on her sanity. That didn't matter. What mattered was getting herself under control, and that meant understanding what as going on.
Again, her determination served her well, and without instruction or guidance, she began to unlock the abilities that had laid so dormant within her mind. Bit by bit, little by little, she discovered the spiritual world. And where many found panic, uncertainty, fear, she saw only a new venue. Of course she knew she could not openly delve into it. But... on the side, she slowly and gradually over the course of a few weeks found others, using her new keen senses to sniff out others like her, people who could not hold jobs because of their 'delusions', or people wracked with stress as they fought to suppress visions of what they believed to be fake. To each of them she offered not just help, not just relief, but purpose. A special task force, a security detail that was made specifically for dealing with this new.....aspect of her life. Money that was more...clandestine, began to flow in. Problems of unusual natures became her concern, and she learned more and more about this world beyond their own, the several of them.
Despite all of this, she held very little....care. She knew there were conflicts in the makings. Important ones, that effected not her, but the world as a whole. But she didn't......care. It wasn't a matter of caring really, it was simply priorities. Saving the world was not as jam=packed as one would think. Logic dictated that such an endeavor would involve....well....her not working on her usual projects. And so she did what she always did, and always has done. She delegated the task to people she felt suited for it. She made sure they not directly interfere, no hers was a subtle hand, a hand that reached about and guided more than prodded, corrected rather than reprimanded or punished. So long as she had her work, she would be safe. She would be sane, and she would not need to overly concern herself. She had little worry that even if the world were torn asunder for the region of the world, the idea that the world was so easily destroyed eluded her. She instead held faith that no matter what happened, business would simply....go on as usual. And she's never been given evidence to the contrary.....for a while.
For so very very long those rules held true for her. Her company flourished, so long as it had her to back it. She made money. Quite a lot of it in fact, and it brought her a sense of stability. She felt safe. She felt complete. And all it took was an illness. She was sick, for a while. A few months. She worked still, of course. To the best of her ability. But even then, she couldn't retain her old capacity. The people she had trusted crumbled. Without her it all just caved in. Everything she had built, everything she had worked for. The people she had trusted grew frightened. What should have been a small dip turned into a dive as they took corporate money and ran with it, wanting to save themselves, and damning everyone else in the process.
She was ruined by fear. But it was not her own fear that had defeated her. She grew depressed. Even if her savings were more than enough to cushion her fall, none of that mattered. It was gone. Her work. Her hopes. Her aspirations. Shattered like so many tiny bits of glass, broken down by those that cared more for themselves than the company. So she gave it all away. She would start again from the ground up. Just like she had before. She'd bounce back. Do it again. She'd done it once before right?
She so hoped it would. Only.....it didn't work out. She got low. She couldn't make a dime doing what she'd done before. She couldn't start a company, things just didn't work like they used to. Before she knew it, she was scrounging just to make ends meet. She tried getting some of her savings back,to no avail. She was out on the streets. Begging for food. And.......working for it. However she could manage. However she could bear.
Each time she got a hold of a little something, a glimmer of potential, a beacon of hope, she clung to it. Nutured it. But........the others around her. They were greedy. Selfish. They snatched it away from her. Beat her. Cut her. Took her and drugged her. She barely managed not to be sold off to some slaver if only because she had her power. She wept herself to sleep for so very many nights. Wondering why it wasn't working. Wondering why she'd lost her touch. She wondered what justice there was, in her whom had strove and earned everything, that she should have it all taken from her by people who wanted a quick way out of their own despair. Out of their own lesser sadnesses. And one day, when she opened her eyes, the Justice found her.
On a cold and rainy night, the place they were keeping her burned down. Dying in her sleep from smoke inhalation, Nola Vilde died. And as luck would have it, she was found by a shinigami, and konso'd. Brought to Soul society where she began her life anew. In little time she began to start up a business....funnily enough running a brothel. Strange as that might seem it was initiated by a very....special meeting. When at long last she met one of her Aunts from the real world. As it had turned out, none of them had lived very long, and a certain...strange man had found them, bringing them together and hiring them. Of course they had grown to the point where the business had branched out.
After meeting with the man, she soon convinced him to hire her as a guard, where she worked her way up, eventually managing the branch location that her aunts worked at. At long last, after so many years, so many hardships, and so many times she'd been alone and on her own, she was finally with the few people she'd ever considered family. And so she began anew, with a new life, in a new dimension. But alas. Her troubles have not ended. In time her power and capabilities drew the attention of the shinigami, and before long she was.....'recruited' into the gotei.
After a certain mission routing out a group of bandits in the wilderness went awry, Nola Vilde had the pleasure of sparring with a Captain. Unfortunately that Captain was Sozen Kuchiki. After conceding defeat, nola Vild was subjected to the whims of the victor, who decided to electrocute her, knock her out, and then place her in a sensory deprivation chamber until she went crazy (again). As a result of this process, Nola underwent a SEVERE shift in her personality, lost the ability to use her zanpaku'to, and became ultimately a different, weaker person altogether. The only solace she found was that at the very least she was no longer repressing all of her abilities from herself, though she would still need to slowly acclimate herself to her powers again now that she was in control. Her primary loss being her abilities focused around Nillia. She was able to gain access to a single previously suppressed ability, but otherwise is left considerably weaker with the loss of several key abilities which she was not able to salvage.
It was not until after recovering from the Kuchiki's treatment that she was able to recover the loss of her zanpaku'to as well as a semblance of self. Of course her new...personality shift did not exactly mesh well with her coworkers in Squad one. As it turns out, people had actually liked her immensely. She was calm, sweet, and sure a bit serious when it came to work matters, but outside of work she had provben to be quite a delight to be around. But with her new aggressive demeanor, she had quickly lost this adoration, and indeed a great amount of concern had arisen to the point where she had been temporarily relieved of duty when a friendly spar ended with a squadmate's throat cut out.
After her superiors heard of the incident, she was politely asked to reconsider her squad of choice, and with this in mind. Nola began looking into other squads, and eventually found the Omnitsukido, ironically originally under the control of another noble family with the expressed purpose of controlling the noble families. After some research Nola began to hold a great deal of respect for the current omnitsukido head (despite rumors the he is, metaphorically speaking, sucking Sozen's dick) and promptly wrote a letter requesting to be reassigned to the squad. But as fate would have it, it would not be!
When she was about to send her letter, she was interrupted by the attack on the sereitei by Kuroi Naito. Once the attack had subsided, Soul Society left with grievous wounds, it occurred to Nola that despite her absolute hatred and disgust for the man that had done so much to her, that she still had a place in her current squad. Working underneath the Captain Commander, lazy as he seemed to be at times, did have its benefits. And, begrudgingly, she hid away her letter of reassignment and refocused her attention on her duties to the soul society.
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