Post by Tsajara Dread on Jan 7, 2016 22:07:42 GMT -5
Character Name: Tsaj Dread
Previous Real Age: 1,960
Current/New Real Age: 1,961(Tsajara)/2,315(Niraja)
Previous Age of Appearance:[/b] 24
Current/New Age of Appearance: 24(Tsajara)/21(Niraja)
New Ideals/Personality:[/b]
New Appearance:
New History:
New Powers:
Type Change: Fighter V2 -> Fractured Type
Reasoning: Dread's Entire backstory revolves around the fact that her drop in power (From being espada-y in the old days to being a scrub now) As WELL as the fact that her body can't handle Segunda etapa (Reasoning included in the original app that she is not capable of it. Primarily due to her body belonging to the Gillian that ate her, which she then took over) being unable to handle her incredible power. Even in her old history it was stated that the poor quality of her current body's ability to contain her power resulted in much of it being lost.
As time has went on and she has REGAINED this power, her body had adjusted, but quite frankly is still not cutting it. Finally in Lunam Deserto Nira, the submissive personality that served as the template for Tsaja, but was ultimately kept from being the dominant personality overall (She originally was dominant during the gillian stage, however the suppressed personalities fused and turned into Tsaja, who then emerged from the Gillian as an Adjuchas. As thanks for keeping her safe through her metamorphosis, Tsaja consumed the gillian shell, thus harboring Nira.
From here the plan would be that upon nearing her old strength (Reaching Class 2) Nira fractures from Tsaja's body, resulting in the fractured type, the regaining of her ability to use Segunda Etapa, and drastically changing her Primera Etapa.
new Zanpaku'to names
Zanapkutou Release Names:
Primera Etapa - Hondo Destripadora (Deep Ripper)
Segunda Etapa - Gemelo Rapaces (Twin Raptors)
Grilletes de Presa(PRey's Shackles) removed. Dread's ressurected form is no longer chained down.
What kind of update: History update, Powers Update, Type Update.
Previous Real Age: 1,960
Current/New Real Age: 1,961(Tsajara)/2,315(Niraja)
Previous Age of Appearance:[/b] 24
Current/New Age of Appearance: 24(Tsajara)/21(Niraja)
New Ideals/Personality:[/b]
New Appearance:
New History:
{Spoiler}
Nira Sjane was but a simple maiden. In such times, there was no worry for the rest of the world so far as the common man or woman was so concerned. The world stayed put, and the universe spun around it. And so very like that sentiment, one's mind rarely dove beyond the borders of the seen horizon.
At the age of sixteen, though in those days that was hardly young, she knew, to put it simply, that she lived in Greece. Her home had not yet been named, a new settlement in such a downtrodden place. Poor and with little to trade, her little village retained...a simple existence. A Simple task: Survival. With yet a husband to be had, she was pressured by the local elders to become one of the keepers of the local shrine, the other priestesses often urging her to take up the calling. Of course, not all were so....keen.
However sparse, the little village DID see trade, and when talk of their particular brand of preistess came to exchange, many of the townfolk found that no other temples operated in such a manner. Priestesses did not choose their calling, it was thrust upon them. And as it turned out, it would not be long until it was thrust upon Nira.
For a Girl to lose their mother so early was not uncommon. Many women lost their lives to childbirth. And yet, this was not what had stolen Nira's. A raid upon the village, when she was but a few years old, had led to the death of her mother, before her very eyes no less. And it was this loss that stayed Nira's decision to partake in the roll of a priestess. The only sign the gods had given was one of misfortune. For every year that passed by, she cursed them, and shunned the very idea of servitude to them. Unaware that all the while, her mother watched, closer than she could imagine.
It was not until her seventeenth birthday, that something changed. Years of calm sleep suddenly stopped. She found herself restless and unable to rest. She lost her appetite, and strangely, her depression suddenly worsened. Something had been taken away, as though a crutch pulled from under her. Unbeknownst to her, her mother had truly left her. Or at least what she knew as her mother.
what had been born, was something....different. Something twisted. The moment that Tsaja Sjane lost the chain to her soul, her final sight was her daughter, fast asleep.
When she finally reformed, she retained that final vision, and as her heart was erased from her mind, and her remaining shreds of inner soul congealed across her face, her body twisting....changing...so too did that vision twist. The memory of the night of her death, defending that little child, twisted in the worst of ways. She had failed that night, to keep her daughter safe. She wouldn't just need to be alive. She needed to appreciate that she was living. And she needed to be stronger. And not a lesson came to mind that was not cruel.
The first time Nira was attacked by a hollow, it went as anyone could expect at first. There was no preparation. No pretense or warning. There was a sudden pain as she was knocked to the floor, a sudden warmth as hot blood was exposed to the cold air. And yet in that moment, she did not die as so many did. The Hollow, in it's haste, did not keep it's wits about itself. And so when Gran Harpe swept upon them, there was nothing for warn. There were only talons, curling about it's skull and into it's vision, before it's skull was crushed and it was eaten.
Again and again, she found herself in these spells. Again and again she attained mysterious injuries. Marks that did not fade. Scars that did not heal. And for fear of extradition, she hid herself, and for the first time she prayed. But unbeknownst to her. For every attack she survived. Her soul did respond. And her Mother, twisted as they were. Smiled, unseen.
Despite the pain of these attacks, over and over, Dread was not without salvation. For despite her seclusion, the rumors that arose surrounding her...decision. Three came to her. Three who knew her plight. Three who understood her. Their names were Karst, Kreed, and Choccilo. They came to her in her time of anguish, and explained to her that she was not insane. These visions of beasts were not false. That she was not damned by the gods. These three Chosen, informed her that she too was being selected. To be an Alchemist.
At first she did not believe them. And she shouted. Cursed their names, and demanded they leave her be. She could not believe them. She WOULD not believe them, to say that the gods had not forsaken her, despite the hardships she was given. The wounds that riddled her body, unknowing that some unseen thing WAS responsible, just not what she expected. It was when she was next attacked....that she began to believe.
She remembers it....even now. The rain that had started. A rain that drowned out all the other noises. As if the rain were covering some secret void, some silence that needed to be filled. She saw it in the rain. IT's body silhouetted. Her body trembling, as the beast grew nearer and nearer. All she could do, was hold werself, pulling the rags tighter around her, the rags that had become so very important, the cloak that shielded the eyes of those around her from the marks on her body. She wished that it could save her from these monsters to.
And that night. It did. She did not know how, but when that beast attacked, the cloak awakened. Something changed about her, and before she knew it, she had that damnable beast on the ground. Taloned hands at it's throat. And she ended them. Before the reality of her transformation could hit her, she passed out. And in the cold rain, those three closed in. And they took her to their lair. To safety. And to her new life.
When she awoke she was surrounded by them, and she almost paniced, were it not for Karst's soft, soothing voice. They explained that what had happened was alchemy. A sort of strange ability they all seemed to have. A connection with a certain object that gave them strength. They knew not of any others, but to their knowledge, it seemed closest to alchemy. And so they called themselves alchemists. She lamented, unsure of this new information. But.....with.....demonstration of their own abilities, that seemed....similar to her own. She could find no denial in her heart.
Upon this admission, this acceptance, she was told that she was to join them in a very important duty. One that she had performed that very night in the rain. These demons, as they so called them, were something that they believe were enemies to the gods. Monsters of terrible strength that had the ability to resist the wills and force that gods could wield, and so the gods passed power down to man, that they might vanquish them instead.
Initiated into the group, and made a proper member, Nira found herself training to use her power properly, and becoming familiar with it. By Kreed's word, she had likely been blessed by Electra, Mother of the two Winged Horses of Achilles, and by some accounts, related to the Harpy. Her Cloak, such a simple item, was the focal point of her power. And so, with it around her, she did so train.
Before long, the attacks begun again, and with greater numbers. Little did she know that Gran Harpe, was behind it. Having savaged the hollows in the area, murdering and eating the strongest of them, she was now in control of these beasts and sent them to die against Nira and the other 'alchemists'. With each exchange, Nira and her friends grew stronger and stronger. And each time, that mind of Gran Harpe grew more and more twisted. Seeing her daughter growing stronger, she lost sight of her original intent. She watched as her soul grew more and more delicious. Each and every mote of strength collected made her mouth water, and she decided that when the time came, she would kill and eat them herself. Those under her command grew weary of her, and once Hollow in particular, began to suspect that she might be becoming something....worse than a hollow.
This hollow so named themselves as Bleeding Mother. She consulted with Gran Harpe and convinced them that killing Nira's friends would surely make her even stronger, even tastier. By wiping them out, Nira would be inspired to have revenge. And Then, Gran Harpe might truly have a meal worthy of the wait. As Gran Harpe considered this, Bleeding secretly ordered another strong hollow ahead, telling them to kill Nira's three friends, fearing that Gran Harpe's crazed mind would forget her suggestion.
The Plan was almost a success. The Hollow was powerful, and all but Nira and Kreed were knocked out. Bleeding, Dying. Knowing that they would likely be next, Kreed took it upon himself to sacrifice himself. With his dying blow, he managed to Cripple the hollow, and with the sight of his death, Nira was able to finish them off. For the first time, an Alchemist had been lost. And the loss was hard. Having known only victory before, the group fell to depression. All of them, but Nira.
When Gran Harpe learned of the attack, she knew exactly what had happened. Crazed as she was, she was ever-perceptive, and not one to be taken lightly. And so, taking Bleeding Mother with her, she decided that it was time to at last confront Nira. Time at last to finish what she had started years ago, and time to at last have her meal, for which she had waited so very very long.
Choccilo, by fate's kind hand, was not with them upon the attack. But when it happened.... Karst died immediately. The both of them blindsided by Bleeding Mother, for Gran Harpe had decided that they would be the instrument of hr daughter's demise. Mother was suspicious, naturally, of the plan. And she knew that it was some trap, and feeling her only escape was to go on with her own plan. Cornering Nira, the hollow prepared to cripple her, to prime her for Gran's meal. But at that moment. Harpe's twisted mind came to one last cruel decision as a hollow.
Descending upon Bleeding mother, she promptly tore their arms from their shoulders, and yanked Nira from her body, snapping her soul chain, as the other hollow lay bleeding on the floor. She pulled, tugging at Nira's chain, tugging until, with only a slight shred keeping the chain connected to her chest, with mere moments before she would become a hollow, she gouged a hole in Bleeding Mother's chest, and anchored Nira to them. And explained her little game. With Bleeding Mother's new...handicap. She would have to try and kill Nira before they became a hollow. One of them would eat the other. And whoever lived....was Gran Harpe's meal.
With this knowledge....Nira found herself....at a loss. She was dying. Worse, becoming the one thing that had murdered her friends. The only people she could have known after such a hard life. She wanted another chance, another life, another hope to live as she should have. To love. To Live. To bear child. To be looked upon with something aside from disgust at her injuries. Her end on the horizon, she wept, chained to a dying hollow. With another ready to eat them both. But then, that dying hollow spoke to her. A whisper to the changing girl, words that haunted her to her very core.
"I'm Sorry"
With that soft lament, Bleeding Mother took Nira's chain, and tore it from their chest, and with that final movement, so too did she fire at Gran Harpe. Injured, the great bird was stunned, stunned long enough for Nira to undergo her change, and with her new body, she turned upon the closest thing she could find. With nothing but teeth infront of her. Bleeding Mother died, smiling as she knew that Gran Harpe would be foiled. With the consumed hollow's power, that meal giving her far more strength than Gran Harpe could have hoped, Nira's hollow attacked, crippling, and tearing one of Gran Harpe's wings off.
Shaken and surprised, the insane hollow retreated to Hueco Mundo, cursing Nira as she left, and swearing that one day, she would find them, and end them. And in the wake of the event, eating her mother's wing, Nira found herself....lost. Throughout the trauma, she had not forgotten her life, but even though she could. That did not change the sudden void. The Sudden hunger....the pain in her chest where her heart once lay.
She was hungry, so very very hungry. Given a hunger like nothing she could have imagined. She could smell them of course. The humans. Everywhere, so close by. She could almost taste their souls, almost feel their flesh in her teeth. But even among all that....there was a memory. A strong one. The taste of Bleeding Mother's flesh. The satisfaction she had felt when eating them. How very filling they had been for that mere instant. Then she felt THEM too.
The Hollows.
Stronger than any human. They had so much more soul to them. So much more flavor... and without batting an eye. She began to hunt them. Earlier than most hollows, she had gained a taste for hollow flesh, and even as those memories, Nira as who she had been screaming, crying in the back of her mind at what she had become, even stronger was her hunger. And that hunger gave itself a name. She would be called Dread Harpy.
Dread Harpy... born anew, and with memories fresh from her old life. She was a demon. An abomination. And even worse, she was hungry. It was a hunger that was deep into the pit of her very soul, as if her very existence were some punishment. Her mouth watered, and she couldn't help but remember something. The taste of hollow flesh. And how good it had felt consuming them. As she opened her mind, sensing the souls around her, she couldn't help but feel...cheated. The humans she could sense...they were so.....scrawny.
Worthless, tasteless things. They smelled nothing like what she'd just had. What she'd just eaten. And it was then that she opened her mind to the other presences. The hollows. So much larger. So much Juicier. They would fill this gaping void inside of her. They surely would stop her hunger. The idea of escape was all she could think of. Her mother had gone, to who knew where. She could only start hunting.
At first it was easy. She went to the most palatable humans she could find and simply waited. It was never very long. Another hollow would show up, and just as they were about to snag the meal, she tore into them. Ripping them apart. Eating every last bit of them she could scrounge up. For months she did this, gorging herself on what was now her own kind. But.....after a while. It simply didn't cut it. They started tasting worse and worse. Before she knew it she was hungry for something bigger.
But with all of her actions, many of the stronger hollows had relocated. She needed to get a way to find them. Or at the very least, she needed someone else who could. She attacked several other hollows, and before she ate them, she questioned them this time. Asking them who to go to for information. It was... a slow process. But eventually she found her man. A Skinny hollow by the name of AcidViper. And true to his reputation, he knew exactly who she was when she got her talons on him.
There was... an initial struggle. Threats, and the like. But once she threatened to tear off anything he didn't need in order to use his voice, he became much more cooperative. And with his help, she finally began to track down enemies she could enjoy eating. AcidViper was....disgusted at first. Afraid even. But as they went, and as they talked. He came to form a sort of respect for the strange woman. So when her path of destruction came to it's inevitable end....he almost felt sorry.
A Convergence. The gathering of many many hollows in response to strong spiritual pressure. Unable to hide her presence from all she had eaten, she fought tooth and claw to keep them back. The swarms of hollows that moved in and attacked her. Attacked eachother. Attacked themselves. The bodies kept piling up. More and more, squishing together, crushing one another, until it was all just a mess of teeth and blood. Until the screaming started.
When all of those bodies finally fused together. The minds did not simply vanish. They merged with her own, and just like them: She started to scream. She felt no control. No ability to hold on, no semblance of solidarity. All of them fought to be the one on top, the one to move on, the one that wouldn't fade away. Nira did....everything. Tried everything. But in the end, only screaming the loudest seemed to help. And when at last she drew those eyes to open, she was in a very very different place. The Menos Forest.
It took a while, to get her bearings. Thinking was much...harder. Every time she would stop to rest, they started screaming again, and until she ate, they would never shut up. She hunted them down. The others that were....different. Barely able to stomach the run of the mill gillian around her. Even so she gorged herself on them, seeking some means of escape. She ate and ate and ate, and as she did, she felt something welling up inside of her.
And then she....stopped. She fell. And from her body, something else tore it's way out.
When Nira first saw Tsaja. They were so....tiny. She hadn't realized how much she had grown until that tiny little thing tore out of her. She was....confused. She recognized them. One of the voices. But she could have sworn....she had been in control. She thought SHE was the one who would go on. The one who would live. But....she was dying. And she could feel it. Tsaja understood. All through the time she had slept inside of Nira's Gillian body, she could feel them. And as thanks for carrying her. Tsaja promised, that one day, Nira would get her own body.
And with that. She Dug in. And ate her. Making Nira a part of herself.
Tsaja soon made her way up, descending those barren trees up and into the light above, into the sands of Hueco Mundo. Despite all of the trials and tribulations, she and Nira had not escaped their hunger just yet. Now more than ever she felt it eating away inside of her. But now with an added fear: The fear of the Screaming. Staying away from the forest, she began to hunt. And her prey this time? Her fellow Adjuchas.
But for her first meal, she met one....Adjuchas in particular. A strange thing, they had an unusual ability. Their reiatsu corrupted her skin, blackening her carapace and unleashing a pain that only her hunger could compare to. Even through the pain, she did not relent. She savaged the adjuchas, and even as she tore his limbs from his body, he laughed at her. His curse would never end. Even upon his death she would not escape this agony. She would not escape this pain, and from that time on, her body was a jet black rather than the usual white.
The curse was...horrible. Eating became even more of a chore, and soon, even that was....spoiled somehow. As she ate more and more, something stopped. She stopped feeling satisfied. Her hunger even went in and out. It was as if....eating wasn't enough anymore. So....she looked to Las Noches. That paradise in the distance. Surely, she thought, someone there would be able to help. And so she began her walk, starting toward that far-off place.
For days and days she continued her walk, never seeming to gain much ground. In the back of her mind, she could feel that pain starting to strip away at her sanity. Each mile was another threat, unraveling her brain as she tore into the adjuchas she could find, hoping that one of them would end this insanity. None of them did. But her salvation did come. Something she did not expect drew er from that agony, and it was not Las Noches. It was a sound, and it was a light.
When she first heard them, she wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, but the more she listened, and the more she looked at that far off thing, off to the horizon, she knew that it was....calling to her. Begging her to come closer. Without even thinking, she simply....abandoned Las Noches. she started heading for the light, and the song it sang to her. Ignoring the confusion when she spoke of the light to her prey. They thought her playing some trick, and it did not take her long to realize that this light and noise only appeared before her and her alone.
She didn't care. The thought of salvation was too tempting. Somewhere deep inside of her, something told her that this light was her salvation, this song was her key to end this pain. She traveled for weeks on end, never resting, never tiring. At some point she reached some sort of edge to the desert. The Land turned to hard rock and solid glass. As if the sand had been fused together to that glossy substance. And it was there that she found them. The Trap.
They were upon her before she could react. Her body damaged, she could only barely make out her attackers. Several small, humanoid hollows. And among them one in particular seemed familiar. Vasto Lorde. And one of them: Her mother. The sound of that insane laughter was something she could not simply forget. Admittedly Tsaj was not sure if they were really HER mother. She was Nira's mother. But that hardly mattered as she struggled to stay alive, and she could discern the culprits for luring her in. A couple, One who explained her song cuold lure any being. And The male whose light could find anyone, no matter how far off they were.
In the battle that followed, her mother jeered, telling her that she had been waiting so very long for this. How she had bided her time, and how her want for revenge had fueled her. Each and every blow punctuated by that insane laughter. She could not win. Barely, she was able to wound the couple, the ones that had brought her here. But she couldn't beat them all. There was one thing that she could think of....one thing that might save her life. One thing that might give her some chance.
She threw herself upon the fallen Vasto, and she took a bite.
Instantly, she felt...something. Something welling up inside of her. That powerful flesh did something to her. HEr feathers fell from her frame, her beak began to crack, and she burst out from that Adjuchas shell, and before those other menos, she was born a new Vasto Lorde. From that moment, they were nothing. She killed each and every one of them, and yet.....something was different.
The compulsion to consume them was....gone. The pain of that curse missing. And as she watched them fall. She didn't feel like eating them. When she finally got to her mother, she could hardly think over the sound of her swearing. Her cursing. But she knew that there was no helping it. But.....she could not leave them. Not to be eaten by whatever scavengers came along. Gran Harpe. Her mother for so very long, became her last hollow Meal.
When it was done there was a sudden silence like none she had ever felt before. The voices had Gone, and even Nira didn't speak up as often. Looking around.....she could see them moving in. The scavengers. Waiting for her to leave, too afraid to attack. And she felt so suddenly...alone. She had never had time to stop. Never had time to consider. Never had time to listen to the emptiness of that hollow world. And as she looked up at that bright moon.....she started walking towards it. She supposed....it was as good a direction to start as any.
She walked. On and on by herself. Or so she thought. As she continued down that aimless trek, she noticed that she soon had a small wake behind her. Some of the hollows had begun to tail her, following, waiting for her to kill the adjuchas that dared two challenge her, and pouncing on the bodies when she simply left them behind, but alas, they did not have the courage to approach her. And so she let them be. For now at least.
She supposed it was a bit strange, this sensation of being followed in such a way, and as she walked she wondered what she would do next. At some point she came to rest, finally settling down. And seeing that she would not be moved from the spot jut yet....the crowd following her began to settle down as well. Keping their distance.....save for three of them. Two twin males and a female. The males were both birds, and had she not seen them hop away from eachother now and then, she would have thought them chained together. The female was some sort of serpent, though she was not quite so...animalistic as the others. Some sort of half-snake.
She learned their names. Aria, the girl. And the Twins, Saturos and Agatio. Between the four of them, she felt....something different. For some reason....she wished to protect them. To see them grow strong. And to see that they too found a way out of that hunger. As they rested around her, with the other hollows watching from afar, she felt.....something inside of her. Something twist, and her world split. Her vision cracking, until at long last, that mask fell from her face. And Tsaja Dread was truly reborn. An arrancar was made.
From Aria, it became clear that the next destination would be Las Noches. And so with her new group, she led them back toward that strange place. The weeks of travel seemed like mere hours, and she found herself feeling more and more protective of the three as they went. No doubt, she would protect them. She was sure of it. She would MAKE sure of it, no matter what. This she promised to herself, and silently to them as they slept.
When they finally arrived, they were let in. And as...Tsaja found her new bearings, the others too began to meander as well. They found themselves exploring this vast place. The Twins to one end, Aria to another. And each found something special. The Twins found a gravestone. For some long-lost Arrancar. One fallen trying to defeat the shinigami. And so the pair felt fear that they might lose Dread, and resolved to help her fight. To grow strong not for eachother or for themselves, but for her.
Aria found a great garden, with strange, exotic birds that sang the most beautiful of songs. And yet, none of them struck her as Tsaja did. None of them sang quite like the arrancar's voice rang, and none of them could make her feel as safe as She. In that moment, she decided she would aspire to strength. Not to protect her, not to succeed her. But simply to be like her. She promised herself she would grow strong, grow mature, and be everything that Dread was.
In those moments, those Adjuchas found their own masks breaking. And whent hey met Dread, she could not have been prouder. And yet.....there was something she had to do. Something she had to fulfil. A deep desire of some long-lost girl, whose voice still whispered in her mind. After all of her strife and all of her toils, there was one place she still needed to Visit. She needed to find Chocciro. she would need to make her way to the world of the living, and find Nira's home.
She was finally here.
No more Searching.
No more looking.
At long last....she found herself in that very home she remembered from so long ago. Staring down at the floor. Looking out the windows, for the first time, Tsaj felt something welling up within her. For the first time, Nira wept within her. And Tsaj could only stand there as the girl whose mind remained ingrained inside of her saw that tiny little hut that had once been hers. In the ruins of a forgotten village.
But that wasn't all that they found. As they remained in that place, they sensed something familiar. And soon Tsaj made her way outside.
And there they found him. Choccilo. After so very many years, he was still around. And for the briefest of moments there was hope within the arrancar. A hope that spilled out from Nira. Perhaps things could go back. Return to what they had been so very long ago. Return to the days when she was alive and happy. Return to a world where she would no longer have to be in that horrible desert, surrounded by beasts and monsters, away from those insane shinigami.
And yet....as she looked upon the old man that Choccilo had become. She knew that it could not be. No matter how much she'd missed him. How much she wanted to see him, hear his voice, see that old smile. It was gone. She was what they had fought so very long ago. She was the reason. The reason their friends had died. The reason why Chocillo had to be alone for so many long years after Nira had gone on. The very thought of facing him....like this. Her heart couldn't take it.
And so.....leaving that sleepy ruin of a village, she returned to Hueco Mundo, to the Menos forest beneath the sands, finding a tree in the deepest, darkest regions of that place, and burrowing in. Closing herself off from the rest of the world, from the rest of her memories, she went to sleep. Hoping that when her eyes opened once again. Maybe then, there would be something to greet her. Something for her to do. Something waiting.....just for her.... to give her new meaning.
Nira Sjane was but a simple maiden. In such times, there was no worry for the rest of the world so far as the common man or woman was so concerned. The world stayed put, and the universe spun around it. And so very like that sentiment, one's mind rarely dove beyond the borders of the seen horizon.
At the age of sixteen, though in those days that was hardly young, she knew, to put it simply, that she lived in Greece. Her home had not yet been named, a new settlement in such a downtrodden place. Poor and with little to trade, her little village retained...a simple existence. A Simple task: Survival. With yet a husband to be had, she was pressured by the local elders to become one of the keepers of the local shrine, the other priestesses often urging her to take up the calling. Of course, not all were so....keen.
However sparse, the little village DID see trade, and when talk of their particular brand of preistess came to exchange, many of the townfolk found that no other temples operated in such a manner. Priestesses did not choose their calling, it was thrust upon them. And as it turned out, it would not be long until it was thrust upon Nira.
For a Girl to lose their mother so early was not uncommon. Many women lost their lives to childbirth. And yet, this was not what had stolen Nira's. A raid upon the village, when she was but a few years old, had led to the death of her mother, before her very eyes no less. And it was this loss that stayed Nira's decision to partake in the roll of a priestess. The only sign the gods had given was one of misfortune. For every year that passed by, she cursed them, and shunned the very idea of servitude to them. Unaware that all the while, her mother watched, closer than she could imagine.
It was not until her seventeenth birthday, that something changed. Years of calm sleep suddenly stopped. She found herself restless and unable to rest. She lost her appetite, and strangely, her depression suddenly worsened. Something had been taken away, as though a crutch pulled from under her. Unbeknownst to her, her mother had truly left her. Or at least what she knew as her mother.
what had been born, was something....different. Something twisted. The moment that Tsaja Sjane lost the chain to her soul, her final sight was her daughter, fast asleep.
When she finally reformed, she retained that final vision, and as her heart was erased from her mind, and her remaining shreds of inner soul congealed across her face, her body twisting....changing...so too did that vision twist. The memory of the night of her death, defending that little child, twisted in the worst of ways. She had failed that night, to keep her daughter safe. She wouldn't just need to be alive. She needed to appreciate that she was living. And she needed to be stronger. And not a lesson came to mind that was not cruel.
The first time Nira was attacked by a hollow, it went as anyone could expect at first. There was no preparation. No pretense or warning. There was a sudden pain as she was knocked to the floor, a sudden warmth as hot blood was exposed to the cold air. And yet in that moment, she did not die as so many did. The Hollow, in it's haste, did not keep it's wits about itself. And so when Gran Harpe swept upon them, there was nothing for warn. There were only talons, curling about it's skull and into it's vision, before it's skull was crushed and it was eaten.
Again and again, she found herself in these spells. Again and again she attained mysterious injuries. Marks that did not fade. Scars that did not heal. And for fear of extradition, she hid herself, and for the first time she prayed. But unbeknownst to her. For every attack she survived. Her soul did respond. And her Mother, twisted as they were. Smiled, unseen.
Despite the pain of these attacks, over and over, Dread was not without salvation. For despite her seclusion, the rumors that arose surrounding her...decision. Three came to her. Three who knew her plight. Three who understood her. Their names were Karst, Kreed, and Choccilo. They came to her in her time of anguish, and explained to her that she was not insane. These visions of beasts were not false. That she was not damned by the gods. These three Chosen, informed her that she too was being selected. To be an Alchemist.
At first she did not believe them. And she shouted. Cursed their names, and demanded they leave her be. She could not believe them. She WOULD not believe them, to say that the gods had not forsaken her, despite the hardships she was given. The wounds that riddled her body, unknowing that some unseen thing WAS responsible, just not what she expected. It was when she was next attacked....that she began to believe.
She remembers it....even now. The rain that had started. A rain that drowned out all the other noises. As if the rain were covering some secret void, some silence that needed to be filled. She saw it in the rain. IT's body silhouetted. Her body trembling, as the beast grew nearer and nearer. All she could do, was hold werself, pulling the rags tighter around her, the rags that had become so very important, the cloak that shielded the eyes of those around her from the marks on her body. She wished that it could save her from these monsters to.
And that night. It did. She did not know how, but when that beast attacked, the cloak awakened. Something changed about her, and before she knew it, she had that damnable beast on the ground. Taloned hands at it's throat. And she ended them. Before the reality of her transformation could hit her, she passed out. And in the cold rain, those three closed in. And they took her to their lair. To safety. And to her new life.
When she awoke she was surrounded by them, and she almost paniced, were it not for Karst's soft, soothing voice. They explained that what had happened was alchemy. A sort of strange ability they all seemed to have. A connection with a certain object that gave them strength. They knew not of any others, but to their knowledge, it seemed closest to alchemy. And so they called themselves alchemists. She lamented, unsure of this new information. But.....with.....demonstration of their own abilities, that seemed....similar to her own. She could find no denial in her heart.
Upon this admission, this acceptance, she was told that she was to join them in a very important duty. One that she had performed that very night in the rain. These demons, as they so called them, were something that they believe were enemies to the gods. Monsters of terrible strength that had the ability to resist the wills and force that gods could wield, and so the gods passed power down to man, that they might vanquish them instead.
Initiated into the group, and made a proper member, Nira found herself training to use her power properly, and becoming familiar with it. By Kreed's word, she had likely been blessed by Electra, Mother of the two Winged Horses of Achilles, and by some accounts, related to the Harpy. Her Cloak, such a simple item, was the focal point of her power. And so, with it around her, she did so train.
Before long, the attacks begun again, and with greater numbers. Little did she know that Gran Harpe, was behind it. Having savaged the hollows in the area, murdering and eating the strongest of them, she was now in control of these beasts and sent them to die against Nira and the other 'alchemists'. With each exchange, Nira and her friends grew stronger and stronger. And each time, that mind of Gran Harpe grew more and more twisted. Seeing her daughter growing stronger, she lost sight of her original intent. She watched as her soul grew more and more delicious. Each and every mote of strength collected made her mouth water, and she decided that when the time came, she would kill and eat them herself. Those under her command grew weary of her, and once Hollow in particular, began to suspect that she might be becoming something....worse than a hollow.
This hollow so named themselves as Bleeding Mother. She consulted with Gran Harpe and convinced them that killing Nira's friends would surely make her even stronger, even tastier. By wiping them out, Nira would be inspired to have revenge. And Then, Gran Harpe might truly have a meal worthy of the wait. As Gran Harpe considered this, Bleeding secretly ordered another strong hollow ahead, telling them to kill Nira's three friends, fearing that Gran Harpe's crazed mind would forget her suggestion.
The Plan was almost a success. The Hollow was powerful, and all but Nira and Kreed were knocked out. Bleeding, Dying. Knowing that they would likely be next, Kreed took it upon himself to sacrifice himself. With his dying blow, he managed to Cripple the hollow, and with the sight of his death, Nira was able to finish them off. For the first time, an Alchemist had been lost. And the loss was hard. Having known only victory before, the group fell to depression. All of them, but Nira.
When Gran Harpe learned of the attack, she knew exactly what had happened. Crazed as she was, she was ever-perceptive, and not one to be taken lightly. And so, taking Bleeding Mother with her, she decided that it was time to at last confront Nira. Time at last to finish what she had started years ago, and time to at last have her meal, for which she had waited so very very long.
Choccilo, by fate's kind hand, was not with them upon the attack. But when it happened.... Karst died immediately. The both of them blindsided by Bleeding Mother, for Gran Harpe had decided that they would be the instrument of hr daughter's demise. Mother was suspicious, naturally, of the plan. And she knew that it was some trap, and feeling her only escape was to go on with her own plan. Cornering Nira, the hollow prepared to cripple her, to prime her for Gran's meal. But at that moment. Harpe's twisted mind came to one last cruel decision as a hollow.
Descending upon Bleeding mother, she promptly tore their arms from their shoulders, and yanked Nira from her body, snapping her soul chain, as the other hollow lay bleeding on the floor. She pulled, tugging at Nira's chain, tugging until, with only a slight shred keeping the chain connected to her chest, with mere moments before she would become a hollow, she gouged a hole in Bleeding Mother's chest, and anchored Nira to them. And explained her little game. With Bleeding Mother's new...handicap. She would have to try and kill Nira before they became a hollow. One of them would eat the other. And whoever lived....was Gran Harpe's meal.
With this knowledge....Nira found herself....at a loss. She was dying. Worse, becoming the one thing that had murdered her friends. The only people she could have known after such a hard life. She wanted another chance, another life, another hope to live as she should have. To love. To Live. To bear child. To be looked upon with something aside from disgust at her injuries. Her end on the horizon, she wept, chained to a dying hollow. With another ready to eat them both. But then, that dying hollow spoke to her. A whisper to the changing girl, words that haunted her to her very core.
"I'm Sorry"
With that soft lament, Bleeding Mother took Nira's chain, and tore it from their chest, and with that final movement, so too did she fire at Gran Harpe. Injured, the great bird was stunned, stunned long enough for Nira to undergo her change, and with her new body, she turned upon the closest thing she could find. With nothing but teeth infront of her. Bleeding Mother died, smiling as she knew that Gran Harpe would be foiled. With the consumed hollow's power, that meal giving her far more strength than Gran Harpe could have hoped, Nira's hollow attacked, crippling, and tearing one of Gran Harpe's wings off.
Shaken and surprised, the insane hollow retreated to Hueco Mundo, cursing Nira as she left, and swearing that one day, she would find them, and end them. And in the wake of the event, eating her mother's wing, Nira found herself....lost. Throughout the trauma, she had not forgotten her life, but even though she could. That did not change the sudden void. The Sudden hunger....the pain in her chest where her heart once lay.
She was hungry, so very very hungry. Given a hunger like nothing she could have imagined. She could smell them of course. The humans. Everywhere, so close by. She could almost taste their souls, almost feel their flesh in her teeth. But even among all that....there was a memory. A strong one. The taste of Bleeding Mother's flesh. The satisfaction she had felt when eating them. How very filling they had been for that mere instant. Then she felt THEM too.
The Hollows.
Stronger than any human. They had so much more soul to them. So much more flavor... and without batting an eye. She began to hunt them. Earlier than most hollows, she had gained a taste for hollow flesh, and even as those memories, Nira as who she had been screaming, crying in the back of her mind at what she had become, even stronger was her hunger. And that hunger gave itself a name. She would be called Dread Harpy.
Dread Harpy... born anew, and with memories fresh from her old life. She was a demon. An abomination. And even worse, she was hungry. It was a hunger that was deep into the pit of her very soul, as if her very existence were some punishment. Her mouth watered, and she couldn't help but remember something. The taste of hollow flesh. And how good it had felt consuming them. As she opened her mind, sensing the souls around her, she couldn't help but feel...cheated. The humans she could sense...they were so.....scrawny.
Worthless, tasteless things. They smelled nothing like what she'd just had. What she'd just eaten. And it was then that she opened her mind to the other presences. The hollows. So much larger. So much Juicier. They would fill this gaping void inside of her. They surely would stop her hunger. The idea of escape was all she could think of. Her mother had gone, to who knew where. She could only start hunting.
At first it was easy. She went to the most palatable humans she could find and simply waited. It was never very long. Another hollow would show up, and just as they were about to snag the meal, she tore into them. Ripping them apart. Eating every last bit of them she could scrounge up. For months she did this, gorging herself on what was now her own kind. But.....after a while. It simply didn't cut it. They started tasting worse and worse. Before she knew it she was hungry for something bigger.
But with all of her actions, many of the stronger hollows had relocated. She needed to get a way to find them. Or at the very least, she needed someone else who could. She attacked several other hollows, and before she ate them, she questioned them this time. Asking them who to go to for information. It was... a slow process. But eventually she found her man. A Skinny hollow by the name of AcidViper. And true to his reputation, he knew exactly who she was when she got her talons on him.
There was... an initial struggle. Threats, and the like. But once she threatened to tear off anything he didn't need in order to use his voice, he became much more cooperative. And with his help, she finally began to track down enemies she could enjoy eating. AcidViper was....disgusted at first. Afraid even. But as they went, and as they talked. He came to form a sort of respect for the strange woman. So when her path of destruction came to it's inevitable end....he almost felt sorry.
A Convergence. The gathering of many many hollows in response to strong spiritual pressure. Unable to hide her presence from all she had eaten, she fought tooth and claw to keep them back. The swarms of hollows that moved in and attacked her. Attacked eachother. Attacked themselves. The bodies kept piling up. More and more, squishing together, crushing one another, until it was all just a mess of teeth and blood. Until the screaming started.
When all of those bodies finally fused together. The minds did not simply vanish. They merged with her own, and just like them: She started to scream. She felt no control. No ability to hold on, no semblance of solidarity. All of them fought to be the one on top, the one to move on, the one that wouldn't fade away. Nira did....everything. Tried everything. But in the end, only screaming the loudest seemed to help. And when at last she drew those eyes to open, she was in a very very different place. The Menos Forest.
It took a while, to get her bearings. Thinking was much...harder. Every time she would stop to rest, they started screaming again, and until she ate, they would never shut up. She hunted them down. The others that were....different. Barely able to stomach the run of the mill gillian around her. Even so she gorged herself on them, seeking some means of escape. She ate and ate and ate, and as she did, she felt something welling up inside of her.
And then she....stopped. She fell. And from her body, something else tore it's way out.
When Nira first saw Tsaja. They were so....tiny. She hadn't realized how much she had grown until that tiny little thing tore out of her. She was....confused. She recognized them. One of the voices. But she could have sworn....she had been in control. She thought SHE was the one who would go on. The one who would live. But....she was dying. And she could feel it. Tsaja understood. All through the time she had slept inside of Nira's Gillian body, she could feel them. And as thanks for carrying her. Tsaja promised, that one day, Nira would get her own body.
And with that. She Dug in. And ate her. Making Nira a part of herself.
Tsaja soon made her way up, descending those barren trees up and into the light above, into the sands of Hueco Mundo. Despite all of the trials and tribulations, she and Nira had not escaped their hunger just yet. Now more than ever she felt it eating away inside of her. But now with an added fear: The fear of the Screaming. Staying away from the forest, she began to hunt. And her prey this time? Her fellow Adjuchas.
But for her first meal, she met one....Adjuchas in particular. A strange thing, they had an unusual ability. Their reiatsu corrupted her skin, blackening her carapace and unleashing a pain that only her hunger could compare to. Even through the pain, she did not relent. She savaged the adjuchas, and even as she tore his limbs from his body, he laughed at her. His curse would never end. Even upon his death she would not escape this agony. She would not escape this pain, and from that time on, her body was a jet black rather than the usual white.
The curse was...horrible. Eating became even more of a chore, and soon, even that was....spoiled somehow. As she ate more and more, something stopped. She stopped feeling satisfied. Her hunger even went in and out. It was as if....eating wasn't enough anymore. So....she looked to Las Noches. That paradise in the distance. Surely, she thought, someone there would be able to help. And so she began her walk, starting toward that far-off place.
For days and days she continued her walk, never seeming to gain much ground. In the back of her mind, she could feel that pain starting to strip away at her sanity. Each mile was another threat, unraveling her brain as she tore into the adjuchas she could find, hoping that one of them would end this insanity. None of them did. But her salvation did come. Something she did not expect drew er from that agony, and it was not Las Noches. It was a sound, and it was a light.
When she first heard them, she wasn't sure if she was hallucinating, but the more she listened, and the more she looked at that far off thing, off to the horizon, she knew that it was....calling to her. Begging her to come closer. Without even thinking, she simply....abandoned Las Noches. she started heading for the light, and the song it sang to her. Ignoring the confusion when she spoke of the light to her prey. They thought her playing some trick, and it did not take her long to realize that this light and noise only appeared before her and her alone.
She didn't care. The thought of salvation was too tempting. Somewhere deep inside of her, something told her that this light was her salvation, this song was her key to end this pain. She traveled for weeks on end, never resting, never tiring. At some point she reached some sort of edge to the desert. The Land turned to hard rock and solid glass. As if the sand had been fused together to that glossy substance. And it was there that she found them. The Trap.
They were upon her before she could react. Her body damaged, she could only barely make out her attackers. Several small, humanoid hollows. And among them one in particular seemed familiar. Vasto Lorde. And one of them: Her mother. The sound of that insane laughter was something she could not simply forget. Admittedly Tsaj was not sure if they were really HER mother. She was Nira's mother. But that hardly mattered as she struggled to stay alive, and she could discern the culprits for luring her in. A couple, One who explained her song cuold lure any being. And The male whose light could find anyone, no matter how far off they were.
In the battle that followed, her mother jeered, telling her that she had been waiting so very long for this. How she had bided her time, and how her want for revenge had fueled her. Each and every blow punctuated by that insane laughter. She could not win. Barely, she was able to wound the couple, the ones that had brought her here. But she couldn't beat them all. There was one thing that she could think of....one thing that might save her life. One thing that might give her some chance.
She threw herself upon the fallen Vasto, and she took a bite.
Instantly, she felt...something. Something welling up inside of her. That powerful flesh did something to her. HEr feathers fell from her frame, her beak began to crack, and she burst out from that Adjuchas shell, and before those other menos, she was born a new Vasto Lorde. From that moment, they were nothing. She killed each and every one of them, and yet.....something was different.
The compulsion to consume them was....gone. The pain of that curse missing. And as she watched them fall. She didn't feel like eating them. When she finally got to her mother, she could hardly think over the sound of her swearing. Her cursing. But she knew that there was no helping it. But.....she could not leave them. Not to be eaten by whatever scavengers came along. Gran Harpe. Her mother for so very long, became her last hollow Meal.
When it was done there was a sudden silence like none she had ever felt before. The voices had Gone, and even Nira didn't speak up as often. Looking around.....she could see them moving in. The scavengers. Waiting for her to leave, too afraid to attack. And she felt so suddenly...alone. She had never had time to stop. Never had time to consider. Never had time to listen to the emptiness of that hollow world. And as she looked up at that bright moon.....she started walking towards it. She supposed....it was as good a direction to start as any.
She walked. On and on by herself. Or so she thought. As she continued down that aimless trek, she noticed that she soon had a small wake behind her. Some of the hollows had begun to tail her, following, waiting for her to kill the adjuchas that dared two challenge her, and pouncing on the bodies when she simply left them behind, but alas, they did not have the courage to approach her. And so she let them be. For now at least.
She supposed it was a bit strange, this sensation of being followed in such a way, and as she walked she wondered what she would do next. At some point she came to rest, finally settling down. And seeing that she would not be moved from the spot jut yet....the crowd following her began to settle down as well. Keping their distance.....save for three of them. Two twin males and a female. The males were both birds, and had she not seen them hop away from eachother now and then, she would have thought them chained together. The female was some sort of serpent, though she was not quite so...animalistic as the others. Some sort of half-snake.
She learned their names. Aria, the girl. And the Twins, Saturos and Agatio. Between the four of them, she felt....something different. For some reason....she wished to protect them. To see them grow strong. And to see that they too found a way out of that hunger. As they rested around her, with the other hollows watching from afar, she felt.....something inside of her. Something twist, and her world split. Her vision cracking, until at long last, that mask fell from her face. And Tsaja Dread was truly reborn. An arrancar was made.
From Aria, it became clear that the next destination would be Las Noches. And so with her new group, she led them back toward that strange place. The weeks of travel seemed like mere hours, and she found herself feeling more and more protective of the three as they went. No doubt, she would protect them. She was sure of it. She would MAKE sure of it, no matter what. This she promised to herself, and silently to them as they slept.
When they finally arrived, they were let in. And as...Tsaja found her new bearings, the others too began to meander as well. They found themselves exploring this vast place. The Twins to one end, Aria to another. And each found something special. The Twins found a gravestone. For some long-lost Arrancar. One fallen trying to defeat the shinigami. And so the pair felt fear that they might lose Dread, and resolved to help her fight. To grow strong not for eachother or for themselves, but for her.
Aria found a great garden, with strange, exotic birds that sang the most beautiful of songs. And yet, none of them struck her as Tsaja did. None of them sang quite like the arrancar's voice rang, and none of them could make her feel as safe as She. In that moment, she decided she would aspire to strength. Not to protect her, not to succeed her. But simply to be like her. She promised herself she would grow strong, grow mature, and be everything that Dread was.
In those moments, those Adjuchas found their own masks breaking. And whent hey met Dread, she could not have been prouder. And yet.....there was something she had to do. Something she had to fulfil. A deep desire of some long-lost girl, whose voice still whispered in her mind. After all of her strife and all of her toils, there was one place she still needed to Visit. She needed to find Chocciro. she would need to make her way to the world of the living, and find Nira's home.
She was finally here.
No more Searching.
No more looking.
At long last....she found herself in that very home she remembered from so long ago. Staring down at the floor. Looking out the windows, for the first time, Tsaj felt something welling up within her. For the first time, Nira wept within her. And Tsaj could only stand there as the girl whose mind remained ingrained inside of her saw that tiny little hut that had once been hers. In the ruins of a forgotten village.
But that wasn't all that they found. As they remained in that place, they sensed something familiar. And soon Tsaj made her way outside.
And there they found him. Choccilo. After so very many years, he was still around. And for the briefest of moments there was hope within the arrancar. A hope that spilled out from Nira. Perhaps things could go back. Return to what they had been so very long ago. Return to the days when she was alive and happy. Return to a world where she would no longer have to be in that horrible desert, surrounded by beasts and monsters, away from those insane shinigami.
And yet....as she looked upon the old man that Choccilo had become. She knew that it could not be. No matter how much she'd missed him. How much she wanted to see him, hear his voice, see that old smile. It was gone. She was what they had fought so very long ago. She was the reason. The reason their friends had died. The reason why Chocillo had to be alone for so many long years after Nira had gone on. The very thought of facing him....like this. Her heart couldn't take it.
And so.....leaving that sleepy ruin of a village, she returned to Hueco Mundo, to the Menos forest beneath the sands, finding a tree in the deepest, darkest regions of that place, and burrowing in. Closing herself off from the rest of the world, from the rest of her memories, she went to sleep. Hoping that when her eyes opened once again. Maybe then, there would be something to greet her. Something for her to do. Something waiting.....just for her.... to give her new meaning.
New Powers:
Type Change: Fighter V2 -> Fractured Type
Reasoning: Dread's Entire backstory revolves around the fact that her drop in power (From being espada-y in the old days to being a scrub now) As WELL as the fact that her body can't handle Segunda etapa (Reasoning included in the original app that she is not capable of it. Primarily due to her body belonging to the Gillian that ate her, which she then took over) being unable to handle her incredible power. Even in her old history it was stated that the poor quality of her current body's ability to contain her power resulted in much of it being lost.
As time has went on and she has REGAINED this power, her body had adjusted, but quite frankly is still not cutting it. Finally in Lunam Deserto Nira, the submissive personality that served as the template for Tsaja, but was ultimately kept from being the dominant personality overall (She originally was dominant during the gillian stage, however the suppressed personalities fused and turned into Tsaja, who then emerged from the Gillian as an Adjuchas. As thanks for keeping her safe through her metamorphosis, Tsaja consumed the gillian shell, thus harboring Nira.
From here the plan would be that upon nearing her old strength (Reaching Class 2) Nira fractures from Tsaja's body, resulting in the fractured type, the regaining of her ability to use Segunda Etapa, and drastically changing her Primera Etapa.
{Old Zanpaku'to Appearance}Zanpakutou Appearances: Tsaj's zanpaku'to is not particularly intriguing to most, and in fact many might consider it boring in it's unreleased state. A simple Ninjato. The handle is wrapped in burlap, making it somewhat abrasive though this doesn't seem to bother Dread in the slightest. The guard is a simple square with a lack of any sort of markings or unusual shape, indeed as boring as the blade with a simple blood channeled edge. The handle is a grey-brown and matches the bronze of the guard slightly. The blade itself seems to be made of simple steel and has no unusual sheen or luster about it from any normal blade.
In her Ressurected form her left arm shifts into a wing, with complete feathers made of blade-like feathers. Her skin darkens save for a winding tattoo design running along her right side along her side, shoulder, and arm looking somewhat similar to frost patterns though far more streamline. Her attire is changed to a more arabian theme, with hip-less harem pants and a tie-around skirt along with bandages binding her chest. Her hands and feet become clawed and with rough skin similar to that of a bird's talons.
In her Ressurected form her left arm shifts into a wing, with complete feathers made of blade-like feathers. Her skin darkens save for a winding tattoo design running along her right side along her side, shoulder, and arm looking somewhat similar to frost patterns though far more streamline. Her attire is changed to a more arabian theme, with hip-less harem pants and a tie-around skirt along with bandages binding her chest. Her hands and feet become clawed and with rough skin similar to that of a bird's talons.
{New Zanpaku'tp Appearance}Zanpakutou Appearances: Tsaj's 'Zanpaku'to' takes the form of a modified Cleaver or Glaive. With a long, flat chopping edge, the back tip of the cleaver extends back into a scythe blade which curves and extends a solid 18 inches from the center of the main blade. The Main blade itself is 18 inches long. The handle of the weapon extends 24 inches in length.
Tsaja's actual Zanpaku'to is the smaller arrancar named Niraja Sjane.
Standing at 5'0" in height, Niraja has short, spiky black hair and fair skin, FAR less pale in comparison to Tsaja herself, to such a degree that side by side she can often be mistaken for having dark skin, something that often frustrates and confuses her greatly. This is also further worstened by the fact that she seems far younger than Tsaja simply because of her slightly shorter hair and her personality, when in fact Niraja is indeed older than Tsaja, ,which often leads the two to little spats from time to time.
Further diverging from her main boy, her eyes are a fierce piercing yellow, eyes that have a hint of mischief about them, whilst at the same time has a small portion of Dread's own captivating aura, an ability from time to time to look upon an individual and seem ridiculously ancient, making all but the most elderly of arrancar seem young in comparison. This is an effect she enjoys GREATLY inflicting on others and does whenever she can, especially around younger arrancar.
Further frustrating Niraja is the fact that most of their proportions were left behind with Tsaja. Fairly flat and with a tomboyish look that is not as helped-out as Tsaja's complexion and hair color does, this only adds to the differentiation between the two of them, but strangely only angers her from time to time. Generally speaking, Niraja takes pride in her lesser attributes and will often attempt to tease Dread about them. Though this rarely works.
Her mask Fragment takes a form that is very subtle, just like Dread's, reduced merely to a set of bone coverings which line the edges of her ears, curling to form tiny scythe blades that follow the curve of her ear. Dread sometimes implies that these are actually Devil horns, which annoys Nira.
Niraja's own weapon takes the form of a long chain that she projects from her wrist, keeping it sheathed inside of her forearm. The very end of this chain changes into a sickle-like scythe head, a good 24 inches in blade-span. The chain itself reaches a maximum of 8 feet from her body. The metal itself is a dark black one might expect to find on a Sinner.
In Ressurected form, Niraja and Tsaja merge once again. Two sets of pitch-black wings emerging from their backs, and both arms shifting to be Harpy-like in Nature, becoming adapted wings with long black feathers, essentially forming a third set were it not for her hands, which morph into raptor-like talons to match her feet. The skin darkens dramatically at this point, the only traces of her previously-pale complexion being two sets of frost-like markings that trail up and down the sides of her hips and around her thighs. Both eyes turn full piercing-yellow and her sclera turn black.
In Segunda Etapa, the transformation takes on a completely new level, as the girls both re-separate, Niraja mimicking the changes from Primera etapa. The skin however returns to it's pale complexion and the markings now burn a dull yellow to match both girl's eyes. Both girls receive long, feathery tails and a full down of feathers that sprout along the chest, shoulders, and the backs of their necks.
At the center of their mid-abdomen is a pair of two slash marks similar to Roman numerals. These markings glow a feint yellow so long as both girls are up and about.
Tsaja's actual Zanpaku'to is the smaller arrancar named Niraja Sjane.
Standing at 5'0" in height, Niraja has short, spiky black hair and fair skin, FAR less pale in comparison to Tsaja herself, to such a degree that side by side she can often be mistaken for having dark skin, something that often frustrates and confuses her greatly. This is also further worstened by the fact that she seems far younger than Tsaja simply because of her slightly shorter hair and her personality, when in fact Niraja is indeed older than Tsaja, ,which often leads the two to little spats from time to time.
Further diverging from her main boy, her eyes are a fierce piercing yellow, eyes that have a hint of mischief about them, whilst at the same time has a small portion of Dread's own captivating aura, an ability from time to time to look upon an individual and seem ridiculously ancient, making all but the most elderly of arrancar seem young in comparison. This is an effect she enjoys GREATLY inflicting on others and does whenever she can, especially around younger arrancar.
Further frustrating Niraja is the fact that most of their proportions were left behind with Tsaja. Fairly flat and with a tomboyish look that is not as helped-out as Tsaja's complexion and hair color does, this only adds to the differentiation between the two of them, but strangely only angers her from time to time. Generally speaking, Niraja takes pride in her lesser attributes and will often attempt to tease Dread about them. Though this rarely works.
Her mask Fragment takes a form that is very subtle, just like Dread's, reduced merely to a set of bone coverings which line the edges of her ears, curling to form tiny scythe blades that follow the curve of her ear. Dread sometimes implies that these are actually Devil horns, which annoys Nira.
Niraja's own weapon takes the form of a long chain that she projects from her wrist, keeping it sheathed inside of her forearm. The very end of this chain changes into a sickle-like scythe head, a good 24 inches in blade-span. The chain itself reaches a maximum of 8 feet from her body. The metal itself is a dark black one might expect to find on a Sinner.
In Ressurected form, Niraja and Tsaja merge once again. Two sets of pitch-black wings emerging from their backs, and both arms shifting to be Harpy-like in Nature, becoming adapted wings with long black feathers, essentially forming a third set were it not for her hands, which morph into raptor-like talons to match her feet. The skin darkens dramatically at this point, the only traces of her previously-pale complexion being two sets of frost-like markings that trail up and down the sides of her hips and around her thighs. Both eyes turn full piercing-yellow and her sclera turn black.
In Segunda Etapa, the transformation takes on a completely new level, as the girls both re-separate, Niraja mimicking the changes from Primera etapa. The skin however returns to it's pale complexion and the markings now burn a dull yellow to match both girl's eyes. Both girls receive long, feathery tails and a full down of feathers that sprout along the chest, shoulders, and the backs of their necks.
At the center of their mid-abdomen is a pair of two slash marks similar to Roman numerals. These markings glow a feint yellow so long as both girls are up and about.
new Zanpaku'to names
Zanapkutou Release Names:
Primera Etapa - Hondo Destripadora (Deep Ripper)
Segunda Etapa - Gemelo Rapaces (Twin Raptors)
{Old Overall}Destripadora's Overall ability is to fatigue opponents rather than typically directly damage them. While rather bird-like, her abilities are much more akin to win insects in the tactic of repeatedly striking with paralyzing attacks that detriment the enemy's ability to continue fighting rather than injuring them with powerful moves, and if necessary, simply weaken them to the point that their body no longer has the ability to continue functioning. This however is manifested in a wide palette of delivering a dose of fatigue to the opponent or simply making it seem as though fleeing would be a better option.
{New Overall}Primera Etapa Overall:Hondo Destripadora's Overall ability lies in the chains and feathers she produces. Covered from head to toe, Destrpiadora's feathers act as both offense and defense, essentially taking up the role of her spirit weapons. Using her massive wings to maneuver about the battlefield, these feathers can be fired much like darts. However the real power behind her release is her Aspect of Death: Exhaustion.
Rather than outright butchering an enemy, she tires them out, slowly cramping muscles, slowly eating away at their ability to move, until her muscles are so worn out that the flesh is eaten away to the bone. She wants her opponents to try and fight her. Try and find her. But typically speaking, it's best to Run. Which she enjoys just as much.
Segunda Etapa Overall: Gemelo Rapaces takes on a different approach to the term 'Ultimate Release'. Rather than re-consolidating with her zanpaku'to, she uses her powers to split herself during resureccion. The Twin Raptors fight, playng with their food and wearing them down, constantly berating their enemy, flanking them and obliterating any will to continue fighting, forcing them to fight the both of them at once.
Rather than outright butchering an enemy, she tires them out, slowly cramping muscles, slowly eating away at their ability to move, until her muscles are so worn out that the flesh is eaten away to the bone. She wants her opponents to try and fight her. Try and find her. But typically speaking, it's best to Run. Which she enjoys just as much.
Segunda Etapa Overall: Gemelo Rapaces takes on a different approach to the term 'Ultimate Release'. Rather than re-consolidating with her zanpaku'to, she uses her powers to split herself during resureccion. The Twin Raptors fight, playng with their food and wearing them down, constantly berating their enemy, flanking them and obliterating any will to continue fighting, forcing them to fight the both of them at once.
Grilletes de Presa(PRey's Shackles) removed. Dread's ressurected form is no longer chained down.
{New Segunda Etapa Technique}
Technique Name: Los Gemelos de Caza (Twins of the Hunt)
Technique Description and Effects: This ability is the primary tech of the Segunda Etapa. Resplitting after the Primera Etapa, both Niraja and Tsaja fight in this final form, both taking on their ressurected appearance as well as some new qualities. These two share stats (Taking Dread's Stats) and fight independently of one another. However special markings form on their abdomens, making two slash marks akin to a roman numeral. The two remain linked and share sensory input from one another.
Technique Drawbacks: So long as they are in Segunda Etapa, they have these roman numerals on their navels. If at any point one of them is incapacitated, one of the numerals vanishes from both of them, and immediately the remaining Raptor's stats are halved. Additionally this ability takes up TWO technique slots for Segunda Etapa, one for each of them.
Technique Name: Alas Negras (Black Wings)
Technique Description and Effects: This Technique coincides with the black Feathers that are used in Ressureccion. In addition to the base ability of being able to be turned into Hunting Scythes, they also gain a new property: Whenever a Feather makes contact with an enemy's weapon, it slowly begins turning that weapon black, this process takes 1 post normally, 2 posts if the target has a spiritual defensive stat (rs or sppr) within the 25% range of the user's, and does not effect them if they have 75% more spiritual defense than Dread's Spiritual Pressure. Once a weapon has turned black, thay gain half of the property of Hunting Scythes, in that they lose the ability to interact with anything physically. They pass through objects as if they are phasing, only without the poison effect of Hunting Scythes.
Technique Drawbacks: The Major Drawback to this ability is that whilst the opponent's weapon becomes unable to deal direct physical damage, secondary effects (such as fira aura, channeling reiatsu, whatever) are retained. Additionally, these weapons are put into the same spiritual wavelength as her hunting scythes, meaning that while they ignore everything else, they can now block and be blocked by her scythes.
Technique Name: Los Gemelos de Caza (Twins of the Hunt)
Technique Description and Effects: This ability is the primary tech of the Segunda Etapa. Resplitting after the Primera Etapa, both Niraja and Tsaja fight in this final form, both taking on their ressurected appearance as well as some new qualities. These two share stats (Taking Dread's Stats) and fight independently of one another. However special markings form on their abdomens, making two slash marks akin to a roman numeral. The two remain linked and share sensory input from one another.
Technique Drawbacks: So long as they are in Segunda Etapa, they have these roman numerals on their navels. If at any point one of them is incapacitated, one of the numerals vanishes from both of them, and immediately the remaining Raptor's stats are halved. Additionally this ability takes up TWO technique slots for Segunda Etapa, one for each of them.
Technique Name: Alas Negras (Black Wings)
Technique Description and Effects: This Technique coincides with the black Feathers that are used in Ressureccion. In addition to the base ability of being able to be turned into Hunting Scythes, they also gain a new property: Whenever a Feather makes contact with an enemy's weapon, it slowly begins turning that weapon black, this process takes 1 post normally, 2 posts if the target has a spiritual defensive stat (rs or sppr) within the 25% range of the user's, and does not effect them if they have 75% more spiritual defense than Dread's Spiritual Pressure. Once a weapon has turned black, thay gain half of the property of Hunting Scythes, in that they lose the ability to interact with anything physically. They pass through objects as if they are phasing, only without the poison effect of Hunting Scythes.
Technique Drawbacks: The Major Drawback to this ability is that whilst the opponent's weapon becomes unable to deal direct physical damage, secondary effects (such as fira aura, channeling reiatsu, whatever) are retained. Additionally, these weapons are put into the same spiritual wavelength as her hunting scythes, meaning that while they ignore everything else, they can now block and be blocked by her scythes.
{Tsajara's new stats}
Strength - 50
Speed - 205 (267 Points)
Spiritual Pressure - 400 Points (600 Points)
Reiatsu Strength - 210
Light Aura - 50 Points
Dark Aura - 50 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 150 Points
Energy sensory - 40 Points (30 Points)
Healing Expertise - 200 Points
Total SP: 1,355 Points (700 from class, 655 from Training)
•Charisma: 2
•Calm Mind: 2
•Analyzing: 2
•Damage Recovery: 3
•Stealth: 3
•Anti-Stealth: 3
Strength - 50
Speed - 205 (267 Points)
Spiritual Pressure - 400 Points (600 Points)
Reiatsu Strength - 210
Light Aura - 50 Points
Dark Aura - 50 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 150 Points
Energy sensory - 40 Points (30 Points)
Healing Expertise - 200 Points
Total SP: 1,355 Points (700 from class, 655 from Training)
•Charisma: 2
•Calm Mind: 2
•Analyzing: 2
•Damage Recovery: 3
•Stealth: 3
•Anti-Stealth: 3
{Niraja's stats}
Strength - 50 Points
Speed - 127 Points (166 Points)
Spiritual Pressure - (300 Points)
Reiatsu Strength - 300
Light Aura - 50 Points
Dark Aura - 50 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 60 Points
Energy sensory - 40 Points (30 Points)
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Total SP: 677
•Cero: 2
•Lack of Fear: 2
•Bleeding Resistance: 2
•Damage Recovery: 3
•Stealth: 3
•Anti-Stealth: 3
Strength - 50 Points
Speed - 127 Points (166 Points)
Spiritual Pressure - (300 Points)
Reiatsu Strength - 300
Light Aura - 50 Points
Dark Aura - 50 Points
Instinct - 100 Points
Senses - 60 Points
Energy sensory - 40 Points (30 Points)
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Total SP: 677
•Cero: 2
•Lack of Fear: 2
•Bleeding Resistance: 2
•Damage Recovery: 3
•Stealth: 3
•Anti-Stealth: 3
What kind of update: History update, Powers Update, Type Update.
