Natural Selection. [JT]

[Lagos Oscuras]

Lagos disdained Hollows. Yes, she saw them as one might view a wild animal, or perhaps how someone might view a caveman. She saw them as lesser, and yet, understood that with the proper investments, they could turn into Arrancar. Arrancar, of which she viewed were the pinnacle of Hollow evolution, a natural product. The Shinigami wished to cull the Hollows, viewed them as unnatural, and or a danger to the cycle of soul circulation. However, she had to question them then on this particular matter.

If Hollows were a danger, then why did souls naturally turn into them? For what reason did Hollows exist if not to be part of the natural cycle? Hollows, as far as she understood had existed ever since the beginning of the concept of death, and in a sense, the creation of Arrancar was an ascendance from wild animalistic depravity to a higher elevated status of position. In a sense, there was no need for Shinigami to cull Hollows, for they would cull out one another, and in the end condense into what they were now. A handful of superior beings that towered above the others.

Lagos' only regret she supposed was how she had broken her mask early, to follow Shikihitsuko-Sama into the ranks of the Arrancar before she was fully ready, before she was a Vasto Lorde. Instead, she was a powerful Adjuchas. She had given her everything. Her being, her loyalty, her faith, her devotion, her hopes, and her very existence to the man, and she had lost it all. She had in the end, even lost him. When she returned, she couldn't believe the news. She couldn't believe that Shikihitsuko was gone.

It killed a part of her, but it also made her angry. It enraged her. It fueled her. It made her wish to obliterate the world underneath her bootheel as the Kyuubi no Yoko. It made her desire for the end of everything, as was fitting of her authority of Rapture. The end of all things was her desire and ability, and with it, she found it an incredible test of patience perhaps that she would linger before the Menos Forest. She looked upon them, from the lowliest of Menos Grande, to the Adjuchas, to the other lowly entities hiding inbetween the iron spiked trees and endless desert sands.

"Mongrels. Disgusting ingrates..." She'd note, and with it, her spiritual pressure would act as a gravity. She would increase the pressure to incredible degrees, to the point where all the Hollows in the immediate vicinity could sense her existence. The pressure was so intense, that lesser Hollows would explode almost immediately, their masks crushed by the burden of her weight, to act as food for the others, ones with higher potential. To this, she had no regrets. Hollows were common. They were made and born every day, and the Menos Forest was no place for the weak.

Perhaps a place for the cunning, and the clever, but certainly not the weak. Her long silvery hair blows lightly in the breeze as her cold cerulean eyes look on with a lack of empathy for these lesser beings. Her mask was adorned upon her head, akin to a helmet, painted blue along its head with yellow ears. If one asked why she was here, the answer was simple. To kill the weak and guide the strong to feast upon their flesh in a consummation, a bondage, and to find those that would be worthy of calling forth as devout followers in the belief of Arrancar supremacy. Only then could she find that modicum of inner peace. 

[Colina Conejita]

Beneath the heavy sands of Hueco Mundo and Las Noches, within the deep and dark Menos forest, Colina walked along with her basket hung on her arm. She was currently scouting, searching for vegetation that may have grown from the desolate wilderness that was this area. She sniffed at the air, her large white cloak of a robe over her body, the turtleneck disguising her face. The hood was down as she could freely show her hierro for any who might be watching. This was Hueco Mundo afterall, and her bunny ears, lifting off of her other half of the mask which covered her forehead just above her eyes like a headband, lifted from this piece by an inch and a half before drooping back down the same distance, looking akin to two hands lurching forward off of her head.

As she walked along, her robe dragged against the sand of the Menos Forest floor, it's sparkling white being dirtied slightly by it. She frowned as she glanced down, noticing it and shaking her foot to try and shake some off. She could not smell any vegetation to her liking, finding the area it's usually sparse nature. She huffed and continued walking along, until she felt something. A dense spiritual pressure, like that of an Espada pushing out and crushing those beneath them. She felt the malice with the exertion, but not a signature of energy she recognized. She sniffed the air again, and it wasn't a scent she recognized either. She dashed forward to address this.

As she ran, she could feel the basket rip from her arm, breaking apart to pieces and slamming into a poor adjucha that she didn't recognize. "Sorry!" She yelled off to the poor hollow as she ran, not meaning to ruin it's day. But then again, it had ruined her day by breaking her basket as she ran by. And so she stopped, just short of the energy signature she had sensed and turned back to the beast. And then her stomach rumbled. She licked her lips as she stared at the hollow, a large worm like thing with thousands of little arms along it's belly, presumably to carry it's weight as it walked along. It had been stunned by her basket, not knowing what entirely had hit it. 

Colina could feel her own spiritual energy flare up, her hunger too strong for her to contain along with her excitement for the taste of this beast. She sprinted back to the beast, launching herself into the air as her robe whipped through the air at her immense speed before finally pouncing onto the hollow. Her mouth opened wide and she bit into the creature's side before tearing off a big piece. The adujuch roared in response, trying to wiggle around to throw her off, but she gripped onto the mask of the creature, holding it hard with her hand covered in her long robe sleeve. The mask began cracking under the strength of her hand before she continued devouring this creature....

After a short moment of splurging, Colina was licking her sleeve clean of the blood along with her lips. She leisurely continued a walk towards the source of the energy, forgetting to conceal her own as she did after that feast. She wasn't in the state of mind to really care what or who felt her. She was a Queen in her mind at the moment, dancing over the lowly hollow who got in her way. And as she walked, they crept further from her, trying to stay out of her way with the amount of hunger they could feel in her energy and presence.

[Lagos Oscuras]

If Lagos was a product of rapture, then it was evident that Colina was a product of Gluttony . Arrancar were perfect. They had no need for the consumption of other Hollows, for they had already reached the pinnacle of their evolution. To eat Hollows or anything else at that was for indulgence of sick and twisted pleasure, and or for the satiation of old instincts they had never dropped. Such behaviors made Lagos sick for the most part, for it displayed to others they had maintained a sense of inferior humanity.

Without a sense of restraint, she could feel some other presence, and could very vaguely tell it was an Arrancar. She stood in place, as she watched for their approach, and with it, upon their entry, they could see Lagos. Their effeminate face gazing with their cold blue gaze, whilst their body was wrapped in a seeming trench coat of inverted black and white, the thick boots they seemed to adorn on their person, and the turquoise colored Katana which rested on their side. Lagos wasn't amused at seeing such a person here.

"You reek of blood." She'd note, her nose twitching at the scent of crimson that lingered on her person. Now was the question on what the fellow Arrancar was going to say or do about such a comment. It wasn't uncommon for Arrancar to kill each other on a fairly regular basis, especially when they got uppity. There was only one rule in Las Noches, and that rule was that the strongest rule, and everyone else was either subjugated, or they would die. That was but a simple fact of the matter. That said? Lagos wasn't intent on bending to anyone at this point.

Shikihitsuko-Sama had gone. To where, she wasn't sure, and she refused to believe the notion that the man was dead. The man was a Vasto Lorde. The man was a pure look of perfection that had given himself to be captured by the Shinigami so that his devout followers could escape his grasp. They had took his sight, and with it, she had to question if the man's sanity had perhaps been stolen as well. To be enslaved, to be subjugated by one, to bend his head and kneel like a dog before them. It enraged her to no end, which was rather ironic considering the talisman around her neck of which said dog in Japanese character. Perhaps she was hypocritical.

To blame a man for bending the knee and worshipping another who was stronger, when she had done the exact same thing. Though, she felt it was different for her. She felt as if she had been justified, because in her past, she had been nothing. She was simply a wandering apparition that ate to survive, and nothing else. There was no grandeur. There was no purpose for living other than to live. That was her life. That was the meaning of her very existence until he arrived. She deluded herself in him. She loved him. She worshipped him. She venerated him with her every being. Now she was alone again.

"Get out of my sight Rabbit." She'd not ask, she'd order. She had a low tolerance in these moments, and she was in a foul mood, as anyone might be able to tell with the way her brow was furrowed, and she seemed to be in a mix of disdain, disgust, loathing, and some other negative emotions all at the same time. She had no love for the Shinigami, and she felt as if she was losing herself to them all the time. It seemed as if the universe revolved around them at times, and it was a disgusting and depressing thought to think about all at the same time. 

[Colina Conejita]

As someone approached Colina, she stopped and took a quick step back. She hadn't seen them coming, only felt their large presence before. To not see the source until the last moment was very peculiar for her. She stooped low, like an animal with the exception of her legs. Instead they came in close together and bent low, as if getting ready to launch off into the air. This caused her robes to look almost even larger, folding over her feet on the ground as she stared up at the arrancar in front of her. She sniffed at the air, trying to see if maybe she had been mistaken before, but this was someone she had never met before.

As the woman spoke, Colina would nod and smile, looking up at her with a bit of glee in her eyes. "It was while I was looking for you a hollow broke my basket. So I made a meal out of him for ruining my future prospects of a meal later. I collect lots of vegetation so I don't have to eat hollows and can fill my belly with lots of spiritual energy-" As she was speaking the arrancar interrupted, telling her to get lost. Colina's left eye twitched as she heard that, becoming visibly annoyed that someone would speak to her like that. She was obviously superior, much better than this fool who wasn't even affiliated with the Espada, the scents Colina memorized for preying purposes.

"Are you on a high horse? Should I cut it down for you so you see where you lie?!" Colina laughed as she spoke, running forward, her large robe covering her body and allowing her dark hair to flail in the air, her speed amazingly blazing across the sand and attempting to slam into the woman's stomach with her right shoulder, possibly even getting cut by the large chakram upon Colina's back. This was a move to prove her superiority over this woman. One could not simply stand aside when such rudeness had been forced upon her. The impact of the bodies colliding would very likely bruise the woman Colina was targeting, if not get cut by the weapon.

If the attack connected, Colina would follow up with stopping in close and squatting down low like before while spinning counter clock-wise, holding out her left leg, causing the robe to go rigid against her leg. The sweeping spin would possibly cause the woman to become tripped over backwards, leading to falling on her back and become even further vulnerable to further attack. Colina needed to quickly dominate this woman and show her that Colina was not someone to test like this. She was a proud arrancar and member of Exequias. Her actions would be law in this forest.

[Lagos Oscuras]

She rested there, and as the pretentious rabbit dared to challenge her, believed herself to be able to easily take on Lagos, she seemed to drastically underestimate strangers. Though, that was given. After all, she was in a position of grandeur, power, and with it, she had gotten arrogant that others were beneath her. After all, Lagos was a nobody in terms of position at the moment, and even before, all she was, was a mere Fraccion. Their abilities varied drastically, as some only served as companions for their superiors, while some were powerful servants that served as devout worshippers and soldiers.

A testament to power. However, often, power bred power, and Lagos was no joke. She said nothing, gave little notice of their form, but kept in mind Colina's own. She seemed prepared to spring towards her in a burst of dedicated speed, as a sprinter might, and in turn, Lagos would teach that before rushing an opponent, it may be wise to get a feel for them first. After all, Lagos was drastically experienced from the battlefield.

She'd fought plenty of fast people. With a single swing of her left arm, her arm would move faster than the eye could see, all as an eerie yellow formed within her palm and extended outward. Sonido Gaara. Cero Hojas. With her arm moving the way it was, and with her sudden extension of reach, Lagos attempted to cleave in one fluid strike, to slice through Colina's left shoulder all the way down diagonally past her right kneecap. The Cero Hojas was incredibly sharp, but it also seared and burnt, and cauterized, as it cleaved through her body as if it were but a cake before a hot knife.

If her blow connected, Colina may find that her left arm had been cut off at the shoulder, and her own very body itself was hanging by threads of meat, nearly bisected, and her right leg was in a similar state, all from one single decisive, powerful strike as Lagos enters a pivoting motion afterwards, spinning on her ankle as she passes her. Taking pause, she looks upon Colina's form, then steps backwards for her own general safety before looking coldly upon her form. 

"Your Hierro is the weakest I've ever seen in an Arrancar...Grunt...Hardly worthy of being called an Arrancar." She'd note, and with it, she momentarily looks upon her, luckily stemming the bleeding, but also having potentially flash cooked her from the heat of the passing blade. "A meal...disgusting." Referring to the remnants of Hollow passing through her system. "Though I suppose it's fitting. For they'll make a meal out of you if I so will it." 

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Stats:

Strength:300

Speed:400

Spiritual Pressure:400x1.5=600

Reiatsu Strength:400x1.5=600

Light Aura:50

Dark Aura:50

Instinct:235x.65=152

Senses:165x.65=107

Energy Sensory:0

Wound Expertise:0



Total:1900







Skills:

Analyzing:2

Learning:2

Weapons*:2[Swords]

Martial Arts*:2 [Brawling]

Battle Analysis:2

Pain Tolerance:3

Damage Recovery:2

Acrobatics:1

16/16 SKP

Sonido Gaara: -150
Cero Hoja: -600

Reiatsu Remaining: 5250/6000

[Colina Conejita]

As Colina slammed into the body of the Arrancar woman in front of her, she felt the intense heat and saw the shift in her feet, instantly backing up with blinding speed. From what she could feel of her surroundings, the blade tip of her Chakram went through the clothes but pierced no flesh before Colina retreated from the dangerous heat. As she looked at what had awaited her, the ground where she had been had been scorched through, some of the sand having turned to glass. This caused Colina's eyes to go wide and her mouth to drop open in awe. "How did you learn to do that!?" Colina was pointing like a child at the charred spot while she continued to stare in wonder.

Colina then snapped back to the reality of the situation, blinking several times and then looking at her right shoulder, sniffing. Part of her robe had been burned, even though she was sure she had moved with enough speed to evade the attack. She patted at the shoulder and gave a growl as she looked at her opponent with malice. "This is my favorite robe! You're not invited to my tea party!!!" Colina then quickly reached up behind her back with her left hand, pulling her weapon from the leather strap, it unbuckling from her robe with ease and shining in the dim light of the Menos Forest as she crouched. She then disappeared from sight, using a Sonido and her ability to suppress her spiritual pressure to diminish her energy signature from being easily picked up on.

When she reappeared, standing horizontally on the tree, her feet having implanted into the tree and causing a dent into the side of it to stabilize her, she threw her Chakram down at the woman while pulling lose the razor wire attached to the center ring, maintaining control over her Chakram with ease as it sliced through the air while spinning with violent velocity. As she threw her Charkam forth and the wire began spilling from the center ring, Colina gauged the distance quickly between them and pulled on the string, catching it in the center ring's string trap, keeping it from continuing to spill out. Colina then guided the Chakram to the right, aiming to cleave the woman in half from left to right with the spinning disk of four large blades.

Colina began to laugh as this continued, thinking that she might be able to cut this woman down with ease. However she then frowned at the idea of cutting her down, thinking about how much fun it would be for her to learn from this woman. What was that attack that caused the burning of her robe and the ground where she had been? Colina salivated a little at the thought of consuming the knowledge this woman held within her head. But Colina knew she might have to be polite to get it.

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{Stats}Strength - 450 (300+50%)
Speed - 500 (250x2)
Spiritual Pressure - 150 (300/2)
Reiatsu Strength - 75 (150/2)
Light Aura - 90 Percent
Dark Aura - 10 Percent
Instinct- 300 Points
Senses- 200 Points
Energy sensory - 100 Points
Healing Expertise - 0 Points
Reiatsu (Energy Bank)- 1500
Total: 1600

Skills
Battle Analysis: 1

This is used to analyze combat specifics. When someone has this Skill, they can quickly evaluate what is happening and respond accordingly. This includes gauging what kind of technique was used and how to best avoid it logically. A 1 means you're standard. A 2 means you have a good grasp on battle analytics and can hold your own exceptionally well. A 3 means you are familiar with virtually any technique. A 4 means you are familiar with every technique and can come up with unique ways to avoid them, so long as your Stats allow for it.

Lack of Fear: 3

Your character can either ignore fear or does not feel it at all depending on how many points are given. A 1 means you can ignore things that are mildly scary, like thriller movies. A 2 means you may be able to resist fear, but if you are exposed to it repeatedly, it may overwhelm you. A 3 means you can completely ignore any fears, including your own. A 4 means you feel no fear at all, no matter what. This can be used in tandem with Light Aura to make you unquestionably immune.

Street Fighting: 2

This works in the same way that Weapons and Martial Arts do. It does not need any specification since it is its own subject. The same point values are applied. This kind of fighting is strictly improvisation and has basic, untrained movements.

Stealth: 3

You are good at being stealthy, escaping, disappearing, and remaining unnoticed so long as you are not Released or charging Reiatsu. A 1 means you're quiet and can sneak around well. A 2 means you can blend into shadows and crowds with ease and disappear without a trace. A 3 means you can be virtually unnoticeable and seemingly materialize out of the shadows. A 4 means you are completely unfindable unless you Release or charge Reiatsu. You cannot use Stealth randomly. You must be able to hide within reason. If those with high ES wish to detect you, they must have the appropriate Skills needed to do so.

Acting: 3

You can act or lie very well. You can fool others either through pretending to be something or someone else, or even alter your tone. A liar can be convincing. A 1 means they are on par with a movie actor. A 2 means their lies are highly believable. A 3 means they are almost completely believable without much issue or doubt. Anyone can see through someone with up to a 3 in Acting so long as they have a 4 in Analyzing. If you have a 4 in Acting, a 4 in Analyzing will not help you unless you have at least a 1 in Focused Eye.

Strength of Will: 3

This is used to resist giving in. You can overpower illusions, drugs, and overcome aversions to pain, hardship, trauma, and fear. You can basically just scream and power through to reach your goal. If you lose your will, the Willpower technique will no longer grant you eternal life. A 1 allows you to resist temptations. A 2 means you can resist drug and alcohol effects and overcome mild pain. A 3 means you can resist torture and power through pain. You will never age or lose your will. A 4 means you become somewhat of a mindless person who ignores everything around them if it means accomplishing their goal, but you will suffer from your wounds afterwards.

[Lagos Oscuras]

Clank...That might have been the sound Colina might have heard when colliding with Lagos' body with her weapon if it didn't just cut her thick trench coat instead. However, when looking upon this moment, whilst holding onto Cero Hoja, she came to some sort of realization that the girl, even though she was fast, had to have incredible instincts to avoid Sonido Gaara. A danger perception. Looking straight on, she flicks her wrist out as the Cero Hoja dragged along the ground, cleaving a glass carving into the dirt of which there was no recovery to say the least. A pause then.

A raving lunatic, yelling about tea parties, and the subsequent lack of invitation. However, something that interested her then was the prospect that the rabbit before her wanted to maintain distance. She wanted to keep farther away from the fox, and it was then that she realized the exact reason why. Ranged fighters were annoying. Especially ones that were as fast as she was. However, as Lagos' eyes were sharp, she had tactics too to fight individuals such as these.

Tensing, she begins dashing inwards, as to make Colina's dragging blades curve too far, requiring her to pull the cord inwards to bring her Chakram back. However, upon that instance, Lagos observes everything with a caution, as she attempts to jump and subsequently crush down her weight upon the blade at a diagonal angle, leaving it embedded into the floor, giving the razor wire a firm tautness as she swipes her blade outward to the side with a swish of the hand, before rapidly utilizing Sin Sonido.

To those unfamiliar with it, it was a powerful technique in the sense that it was a Sonido that couldn't be tracked conventionally. It was silent, and because of that feature, it allowed for Lagos to vanish from sight without a single peep. A technique she had mastered to the point where even members of the Exequias might look upon the execution with a certain respect. Realizing now the weapon that her opponent used and how they used it, the wild fox appears directly above her prey, her feet lightly pressing against the back of the metallic tree's bough as she towers over head.

Punching out with her left hand, she attempts to hit Colina with a Bala. A Bala that was so large, it was the size of a truck at break neck speed. Assuming it hit at their proximity, it would send her hurtling towards the ground, shattering the branch she stood upon, leaving a searing, horrible pain. However, giving her the much needed distance she needed from the fox as well, under the assumption she so needed it. Under the assumption all was well, Lagos stretches the blade in her hand, manipulating the reiatsu as she expands it and makes it like a long bolt or javelin.

Without a word, she hurls the yellowish weapon downwards at breakneck speeds towards Colina, to deliver a rocking explosion from the Cero weapon being finally expended. 

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Reiatsu Remaining:

5000/6000

-50 Cero Hojas Maintain.
-150 Sin Sonido.
-50 Bala.

[Colina Conejita]

As Colina was in no way revealing her position, it astounded her that Lagos might have been able to pick up where her Chakram was coming from. But as Colina had thrown it such a high velocity and Lagos lacked the instinct to perhaps keep up with such a fast attack, Colina watched as the blade instead of missing, plowed into Lagos' foot, causing her to tip over sideways and possibly fall onto the ground. She certainly had the speed to keep up with Colina but her ability to see, hear, and sense where Colina was left her at a disadvantage. And with the attack landing, Colina saw an opportunity to make it clear that Lagos was not standing over Colina.

Colina launched off of the side of the tree, moving at her max speed and pushing so that she was, as silently as possible by holding her breath and making sure that she did not pronounce herself with launching off of the tree, launched towards Lagos frame. Colina lifted and pulled her left fist back and to her left hip, readying her punch as she focused her spiritual energy, covering her fist in the energy of a bala. This energy coated her fist as she readied her attack, eyes staring down at Lagos body and moving to slam into her, her right shoulder forward.

However, when Colina got within a five foot range of Lagos, her body moving immensly fast, she moved to strike with all of her strength in her left fist and aiming to hit Lagos in the chest. The bala energy coating Colina's fist would possibly burn Lagos if the hit connected more lethal and dangerous was the strength Colina put behind her fist, aiming to put a new hole into this arrancar. Colina wanted to prove the point that she could deal enough damage to not be looked down on. 

If Colina landed the hit she would immediately duck into a roll and aim to catch her Chakram as she moved, pulling it in close and crouching into a defensive posture while looking over at Lagos. "You certainly are strong, but I think I'm a bit quicker and more perceptive. Wanna team up a bit sometime? Maybe you can teach some of them fancy moves you got." Colina grinned as she spoke, looking to see if Lagos was still standing and if Colina's attack had fully connected.

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{Stats}
Strength - 450 (300+50%)

Speed - 500 (250x2)

Spiritual Pressure - 150 (300/2)

Reiatsu Strength - 75 (150/2)

Light Aura - 90 Percent

Dark Aura - 10 Percent

Instinct- 300 Points

Senses- 200 Points

Energy sensory - 100 Points

Healing Expertise - 0 Points

Reiatsu (Energy Bank)- 1500

Total: 1600



Skills

Battle Analysis: 1



This is used to analyze combat specifics. When someone has this Skill, they can quickly evaluate what is happening and respond accordingly. This includes gauging what kind of technique was used and how to best avoid it logically. A 1 means you're standard. A 2 means you have a good grasp on battle analytics and can hold your own exceptionally well. A 3 means you are familiar with virtually any technique. A 4 means you are familiar with every technique and can come up with unique ways to avoid them, so long as your Stats allow for it.



Lack of Fear: 3



Your character can either ignore fear or does not feel it at all depending on how many points are given. A 1 means you can ignore things that are mildly scary, like thriller movies. A 2 means you may be able to resist fear, but if you are exposed to it repeatedly, it may overwhelm you. A 3 means you can completely ignore any fears, including your own. A 4 means you feel no fear at all, no matter what. This can be used in tandem with Light Aura to make you unquestionably immune.



Street Fighting: 2



This works in the same way that Weapons and Martial Arts do. It does not need any specification since it is its own subject. The same point values are applied. This kind of fighting is strictly improvisation and has basic, untrained movements.



Stealth: 3



You are good at being stealthy, escaping, disappearing, and remaining unnoticed so long as you are not Released or charging Reiatsu. A 1 means you're quiet and can sneak around well. A 2 means you can blend into shadows and crowds with ease and disappear without a trace. A 3 means you can be virtually unnoticeable and seemingly materialize out of the shadows. A 4 means you are completely unfindable unless you Release or charge Reiatsu. You cannot use Stealth randomly. You must be able to hide within reason. If those with high ES wish to detect you, they must have the appropriate Skills needed to do so.



Acting: 3



You can act or lie very well. You can fool others either through pretending to be something or someone else, or even alter your tone. A liar can be convincing. A 1 means they are on par with a movie actor. A 2 means their lies are highly believable. A 3 means they are almost completely believable without much issue or doubt. Anyone can see through someone with up to a 3 in Acting so long as they have a 4 in Analyzing. If you have a 4 in Acting, a 4 in Analyzing will not help you unless you have at least a 1 in Focused Eye.



Strength of Will: 3



This is used to resist giving in. You can overpower illusions, drugs, and overcome aversions to pain, hardship, trauma, and fear. You can basically just scream and power through to reach your goal. If you lose your will, the Willpower technique will no longer grant you eternal life. A 1 allows you to resist temptations. A 2 means you can resist drug and alcohol effects and overcome mild pain. A 3 means you can resist torture and power through pain. You will never age or lose your will. A 4 means you become somewhat of a mindless person who ignores everything around them if it means accomplishing their goal, but you will suffer from your wounds afterwards.

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I counted 39 paragraphs, so that'll be 195 TP for both participants~!