Post by Sonadora on Aug 7, 2021 14:58:04 GMT -5
[ O P E N I N G ]
Discord/Chatango Username (include nicknames): Genka#0572
Password 1: Black Hole
Password 2: Moon Pray
Type: Spirited
Affiliation: N/A
Class: Hollow - Stray (8)
[ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ]
Hollow Name: Sonadora
Hypothesized Human Name: Sofia Garcia
Presumed Age of Death: 22
Real Age: ~500
Birthday (Month/Day): 02/15
Blood Type: O-
Themes
- General: In Flames - Your Bedtime Story Is Scaring Everyone
- Battle (Base): In Flames - Delight and Angers
- Battle (Gillian): In Flames - Sleepless Again
- Battle (Adjuchas): In Flames - The Chosen Pessimist
- Battle (Vasto Lorde): In Flames - Follow Me
RP Sample (Optional)
{Drenched In Fear}
"So, what is the mission again?"
It was currently late in the quiet city of Heijō, Korea, when the female voice resonated throughout the area and the mist that surrounded it. Aside from her voice, there weren't any other noise that could be heard in the vicinity aside from perhaps the sound of their own footsteps against the ground below. At times, in the distance, cries of farm animals could be heard alongside clinging of steel against metal, but they were so brief that they barely required any notice. The main street, usually bustling with people, was currently empty and it did not seem as though this was going to change until the morning sun rises again. A few lights can be seen here and there hanging from the nearby shops and stalls, though the most seemed either decorative or plainly protective in nature. By the stalls were a few boards dedicated to advertisement, with the most of them seemingly written in Japanese. There seemingly was a great emphasis on cooking and the selling of agricultural wares, most preferably all set up to support those who worked in the construction of the nearby railroad station.
Onto this main road walked two figures which could not normally be seen by any usual onlookers, the both of which sported pads onto their shoulder. The first whose voice resonated a moment ago from a young woman who resembled something close to a teenager, an individual who could not look any more disinterested by where they were currently standing even if she tried. She wore a robe of black and sported a mop of pink for hair which hid her eyes. The sword on her back was small, adequate for her smaller frame. The second individual - the one who accompanied her and currently remained by her left side - was taller and more firm with a dash of black resting on his head and bright blue eyes. He too wore a similar robe. His weapon instead rested at his hip and seemed more traditional in nature when compared to the other. Without surprise, his gaze seemed irritated, most perhaps because he has had the displeasure to listen to his companion's sunny behavior for a very long time.
"I... have told you several times now," he began with a squint of anger briefly pressing the skin of his forehead down into a frown. "Squad 12 detected a really powerful Hollow in this area. They say it is possible that it might be stronger than the ones we usually take care of, so please, for the love of all that is holy in this world, take this seriously." The more the spoke, the more infuriated he seemed to become, enough so to practically shake in anger at the mere thought of continuing this conversation with his partner. In response, said partner merely shrugged.
"Please," she grunted as she looked onward towards the rest of the main street, "do you see anything here that even looks remotely dangerous? All I see is just another village." Her eyes drifted from left to right as she spoke. Despite her words, she was at the very least alert and doing her job as she was told. "If the Hollow we're supposed to kill is that strong, then we'd already be sensing it by now. All I sense here is just a bunch of sleeping Humans."
"That does not mean that you act so lackadaisically!" He huffed with discontent over his inability to deliver his lesson, which prompted him to stop and briefly analyze the area. "Can you not take anything seriously?"
After he asked his question, his partner's footsteps quietened and he received no answer. His brow raised instantly. What could possibly cause his partner to suddenly become so quiet? Rendered curious by this question, he began turning his head towards his partner, but the sight of something which stood far away from their position caused him to stare at it instead. A brief grunt came from him as he attempted to discern the figure. From where they remained, it resembled a normal Human's figure, a male one which seemed to be as broad-shouldered as he was. It did not really seem as though there was anything unusual about him, though once he saw what he held and wore, his brow went back down into a frown once again. It was not a frustrated one this time, however, and it was for a good reason why that was. The figure was draped in white, and on that white cloak he wore stood the infamous cross they swore to destroy.
"Quincy," he huffed with a sort of tremble in his throat as he readied for battle. His hand reached for his blade, and in the moment, he almost forgot that his partner was still standing there without even doing so much as mutter a word even while the target in the distance was starting to beam in a familiar blue. "Ready yourself! If we stand here, we are going to-!" He tried to tell the girl then in order to make her understand, but he then heard the thunk of their enemy's spiritual bow. He knew what would happen if any of the arrows this thing can shoot reaches their target. With this in mind and with a quickness to his step, he grabbed his partner by the shoulder and rushed towards the nearest building as soon as he possibly could. There was no time to wonder where he was going on, no time to worry about possibly creating a fuss within the local populace: they just needed to get out of that blasted archer's field of view.
The swiftness at which they barged into the edifice allowed them to evade the Quincy's projectile, the light of which briefly illuminated the insides of the aforementioned edifice in a flash of blue, though not enough to completely reveal its contents. Meanwhile, the two swordsmen lied on the ground with the male's gaze stuck onto the entrance. He was livid, both from the fact that they have almost gotten themselves killed by just standing there for no reason, and because there was a Quincy here to begin with. A brief flash of frustration beamed in his eyes then as he realized the true culprit of what just happened, and at that moment, he looked over his shoulder towards his partner which he was still holding as she lied on the ground behind him. "What happened? Why did you just stand there?" He shouted in a panic, seemingly in an attempt to understand her decision. "I know that you are not so simple as to ignore such a.... a..."
His voice died down once he realized what he was holding on, and in terror, he recoiled and dropped what he was holding onto. What remained in his partner's place was not his partner alive and well, but rather something else: a corpse. Her eyes were gone and so were her teeth, leaving her face a bloodied mess, and her robes were tattered. It looked as though she had been ripped to shreds in seconds from an assailant that he did not even sense was even close to any of them at the time the Quincy appeared. "J-Juno..." his trembling voice muttered as he attempted to understand what happened, and in an almost-frantic fashion, he looked towards the main door. Was this the work of the Quincy? Was it some sort of ability? No, that's impossible, he hadn't even shot them yet... Was that a trick of his? Whatever this was all about, he wanted to do something, anything to quell the emotions that were starting to overwhelm him.
In an attempt to do just that, he raised him from the ground and unsheathed his blade, staying put as he awaited the Quincy. His stance was imperfect, his breathing was uneven, and his mind was troubled by fear and torment, but there was nothing else he could do other than prepare for what's to come. Even if his partner has fallen, he needs to make sure his mind remains sound in order to take down this foe. As such, he stood there and waited... and waited... and waited further. His hands were trembling then and drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and they only became more aggravating once the blue hue of the archer's spiritual bow brightened further and further in intensity as he approached the structure. Eventually, and perhaps crucially for the warrior, the archer appeared before the entrance of the edifice... and once he did, the swordsman froze.
The clothes of the Quincy were empty. All that stood before him was nothing more than an empty garb which floated ridiculously in the wind. From a cross held around the finger of an empty glove beamed a spiritual bow which somehow shone with power despite there being no source for said power to come from in the slightest. For a moment, he merely stood there in disbelief as he watched the clothes simply float there as though themselves willing to break the laws of reality as he knew it. "... Wh-..." his voice briefly fleeted then as he stared, unable to turn his eyes away from the flying clothing. It was only once the bow disappeared and the clothes suddenly simply fell flat on the ground that the man was brought out of his stupor and he jumped back again. He stood there some more to see if the clothes would come back alive somehow, then looked back towards his dead partner as the disbelief remained.
Something was wrong. This was wrong. His partner was dead from something he could not understand and the Quincy proved to be nothing more than a lifeless pile of cloth. None of this made sense, none of it at all, and yet it felt real. This was no illusion, but at the same time, it couldn't be any further from the truth. With so many questions in mind, he attempted to at least answer one of them as his body simply stood there frozen again. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, no answers came, and eventually, he was brought to the conclusion that he needed to stay strong. Slowly, then, he moved towards the garbs which he once believed to be a member of the accursed clan. If there was an answer to be found, perhaps he could find something worthwhile on the clothes themselves. Perhaps fortunately for him, he did not needed to reach the clothes in order to understand what was going on.
It was only once he saw the figure in the moonlight shining above that he finally understood.
A grotesque creature stood over the body of the lone swordsman in the middle of the foggy main street. Its incomplete frame was bulky and its appearance was ugly, with bones edging form its abdomen and an enormous maw taking the place of its mouth. It was taller than most of the building populating the aforementioned street, and it was also much taller than any of the people which also stood by its side in the fog. They were all Humans from this very city, or perhaps creatures seemingly almost as ugly as it was with bodies deformed by muscle and bone. Their looks were hazy yet serene in the pain, seemingly unable to understand the negativity of their situation. Somehow, none of them questioned the existence of the creature nor did they fear it; rather, they stood near it as though they were its servants, its minions, its worshipers.
"Pathetic. Yet another Shinigami now lies dead at my feet," a rugged yet female voice croaked from the maw as it stood in front of the fallen body. As it spoke, it would growl slowly, as though breathing heavily. "As it would seem, carelessness was a trait you both shared." After it was done speaking, the monster turned its back to the fallen spiritual officer, then started walking away alongside her minions. "I will make sure that your Soul is put to good use at my side," its voice would croak again as it walked away until, eventually, it simply faded away into the fog, nowhere to be seen in the area again for this point in time.
The Shinigami was declared dead by Soul Society, and time moved on for this newfound Adjuchas, with another Soul added to its unending hunger.
"So, what is the mission again?"
It was currently late in the quiet city of Heijō, Korea, when the female voice resonated throughout the area and the mist that surrounded it. Aside from her voice, there weren't any other noise that could be heard in the vicinity aside from perhaps the sound of their own footsteps against the ground below. At times, in the distance, cries of farm animals could be heard alongside clinging of steel against metal, but they were so brief that they barely required any notice. The main street, usually bustling with people, was currently empty and it did not seem as though this was going to change until the morning sun rises again. A few lights can be seen here and there hanging from the nearby shops and stalls, though the most seemed either decorative or plainly protective in nature. By the stalls were a few boards dedicated to advertisement, with the most of them seemingly written in Japanese. There seemingly was a great emphasis on cooking and the selling of agricultural wares, most preferably all set up to support those who worked in the construction of the nearby railroad station.
Onto this main road walked two figures which could not normally be seen by any usual onlookers, the both of which sported pads onto their shoulder. The first whose voice resonated a moment ago from a young woman who resembled something close to a teenager, an individual who could not look any more disinterested by where they were currently standing even if she tried. She wore a robe of black and sported a mop of pink for hair which hid her eyes. The sword on her back was small, adequate for her smaller frame. The second individual - the one who accompanied her and currently remained by her left side - was taller and more firm with a dash of black resting on his head and bright blue eyes. He too wore a similar robe. His weapon instead rested at his hip and seemed more traditional in nature when compared to the other. Without surprise, his gaze seemed irritated, most perhaps because he has had the displeasure to listen to his companion's sunny behavior for a very long time.
"I... have told you several times now," he began with a squint of anger briefly pressing the skin of his forehead down into a frown. "Squad 12 detected a really powerful Hollow in this area. They say it is possible that it might be stronger than the ones we usually take care of, so please, for the love of all that is holy in this world, take this seriously." The more the spoke, the more infuriated he seemed to become, enough so to practically shake in anger at the mere thought of continuing this conversation with his partner. In response, said partner merely shrugged.
"Please," she grunted as she looked onward towards the rest of the main street, "do you see anything here that even looks remotely dangerous? All I see is just another village." Her eyes drifted from left to right as she spoke. Despite her words, she was at the very least alert and doing her job as she was told. "If the Hollow we're supposed to kill is that strong, then we'd already be sensing it by now. All I sense here is just a bunch of sleeping Humans."
"That does not mean that you act so lackadaisically!" He huffed with discontent over his inability to deliver his lesson, which prompted him to stop and briefly analyze the area. "Can you not take anything seriously?"
After he asked his question, his partner's footsteps quietened and he received no answer. His brow raised instantly. What could possibly cause his partner to suddenly become so quiet? Rendered curious by this question, he began turning his head towards his partner, but the sight of something which stood far away from their position caused him to stare at it instead. A brief grunt came from him as he attempted to discern the figure. From where they remained, it resembled a normal Human's figure, a male one which seemed to be as broad-shouldered as he was. It did not really seem as though there was anything unusual about him, though once he saw what he held and wore, his brow went back down into a frown once again. It was not a frustrated one this time, however, and it was for a good reason why that was. The figure was draped in white, and on that white cloak he wore stood the infamous cross they swore to destroy.
"Quincy," he huffed with a sort of tremble in his throat as he readied for battle. His hand reached for his blade, and in the moment, he almost forgot that his partner was still standing there without even doing so much as mutter a word even while the target in the distance was starting to beam in a familiar blue. "Ready yourself! If we stand here, we are going to-!" He tried to tell the girl then in order to make her understand, but he then heard the thunk of their enemy's spiritual bow. He knew what would happen if any of the arrows this thing can shoot reaches their target. With this in mind and with a quickness to his step, he grabbed his partner by the shoulder and rushed towards the nearest building as soon as he possibly could. There was no time to wonder where he was going on, no time to worry about possibly creating a fuss within the local populace: they just needed to get out of that blasted archer's field of view.
The swiftness at which they barged into the edifice allowed them to evade the Quincy's projectile, the light of which briefly illuminated the insides of the aforementioned edifice in a flash of blue, though not enough to completely reveal its contents. Meanwhile, the two swordsmen lied on the ground with the male's gaze stuck onto the entrance. He was livid, both from the fact that they have almost gotten themselves killed by just standing there for no reason, and because there was a Quincy here to begin with. A brief flash of frustration beamed in his eyes then as he realized the true culprit of what just happened, and at that moment, he looked over his shoulder towards his partner which he was still holding as she lied on the ground behind him. "What happened? Why did you just stand there?" He shouted in a panic, seemingly in an attempt to understand her decision. "I know that you are not so simple as to ignore such a.... a..."
His voice died down once he realized what he was holding on, and in terror, he recoiled and dropped what he was holding onto. What remained in his partner's place was not his partner alive and well, but rather something else: a corpse. Her eyes were gone and so were her teeth, leaving her face a bloodied mess, and her robes were tattered. It looked as though she had been ripped to shreds in seconds from an assailant that he did not even sense was even close to any of them at the time the Quincy appeared. "J-Juno..." his trembling voice muttered as he attempted to understand what happened, and in an almost-frantic fashion, he looked towards the main door. Was this the work of the Quincy? Was it some sort of ability? No, that's impossible, he hadn't even shot them yet... Was that a trick of his? Whatever this was all about, he wanted to do something, anything to quell the emotions that were starting to overwhelm him.
In an attempt to do just that, he raised him from the ground and unsheathed his blade, staying put as he awaited the Quincy. His stance was imperfect, his breathing was uneven, and his mind was troubled by fear and torment, but there was nothing else he could do other than prepare for what's to come. Even if his partner has fallen, he needs to make sure his mind remains sound in order to take down this foe. As such, he stood there and waited... and waited... and waited further. His hands were trembling then and drops of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and they only became more aggravating once the blue hue of the archer's spiritual bow brightened further and further in intensity as he approached the structure. Eventually, and perhaps crucially for the warrior, the archer appeared before the entrance of the edifice... and once he did, the swordsman froze.
The clothes of the Quincy were empty. All that stood before him was nothing more than an empty garb which floated ridiculously in the wind. From a cross held around the finger of an empty glove beamed a spiritual bow which somehow shone with power despite there being no source for said power to come from in the slightest. For a moment, he merely stood there in disbelief as he watched the clothes simply float there as though themselves willing to break the laws of reality as he knew it. "... Wh-..." his voice briefly fleeted then as he stared, unable to turn his eyes away from the flying clothing. It was only once the bow disappeared and the clothes suddenly simply fell flat on the ground that the man was brought out of his stupor and he jumped back again. He stood there some more to see if the clothes would come back alive somehow, then looked back towards his dead partner as the disbelief remained.
Something was wrong. This was wrong. His partner was dead from something he could not understand and the Quincy proved to be nothing more than a lifeless pile of cloth. None of this made sense, none of it at all, and yet it felt real. This was no illusion, but at the same time, it couldn't be any further from the truth. With so many questions in mind, he attempted to at least answer one of them as his body simply stood there frozen again. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, no answers came, and eventually, he was brought to the conclusion that he needed to stay strong. Slowly, then, he moved towards the garbs which he once believed to be a member of the accursed clan. If there was an answer to be found, perhaps he could find something worthwhile on the clothes themselves. Perhaps fortunately for him, he did not needed to reach the clothes in order to understand what was going on.
It was only once he saw the figure in the moonlight shining above that he finally understood.
A grotesque creature stood over the body of the lone swordsman in the middle of the foggy main street. Its incomplete frame was bulky and its appearance was ugly, with bones edging form its abdomen and an enormous maw taking the place of its mouth. It was taller than most of the building populating the aforementioned street, and it was also much taller than any of the people which also stood by its side in the fog. They were all Humans from this very city, or perhaps creatures seemingly almost as ugly as it was with bodies deformed by muscle and bone. Their looks were hazy yet serene in the pain, seemingly unable to understand the negativity of their situation. Somehow, none of them questioned the existence of the creature nor did they fear it; rather, they stood near it as though they were its servants, its minions, its worshipers.
"Pathetic. Yet another Shinigami now lies dead at my feet," a rugged yet female voice croaked from the maw as it stood in front of the fallen body. As it spoke, it would growl slowly, as though breathing heavily. "As it would seem, carelessness was a trait you both shared." After it was done speaking, the monster turned its back to the fallen spiritual officer, then started walking away alongside her minions. "I will make sure that your Soul is put to good use at my side," its voice would croak again as it walked away until, eventually, it simply faded away into the fog, nowhere to be seen in the area again for this point in time.
The Shinigami was declared dead by Soul Society, and time moved on for this newfound Adjuchas, with another Soul added to its unending hunger.
[ A P P E A R A N C E ]
Note: The colors displayed within the images of the forms are not necessarily representative of the ones which Sonadora truly displays upon herself.
{Base}
Height: 5'4 ft
Weight: 98 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Heart
Description
As a mere Stray, Sonadora was never considered to be a very threatening Hollow. Resembling more so a humanoid wisp than the proper spiritual monster that she really is, her body adopts a meager and slender frame that is almost reminiscent of a Human's. In fact, if it was not for its monstrous features, it would not have been difficult to confuse the monster for a Human to begin with. It appears so skinny that its smooth pale grey skin is barely capable of showing off any kind of muscle, instead mostly instead appearing as though the skin rests upon the creature's very bones. Small claws protrudes from the nails of her fingers and toes, though it is quite clear that they would not do much damage in battle, as they appear to be only sharp enough for the consumption of the Hollow's victims rather than for actual combat. No matter how one may perceive the beast, it always appears weak and frail, barely appearing as a threat. At the very least, her limbs are long, and so are her fingers and toes, all of which allow her to hold onto surfaces and escape from danger with better ease than most.
Due to the nature of her abilities, her body is often covered in a gas emanating from the very pores of her skin. The gas in question appears not so much as a sort of smoke or vapor, but rather as something that could be considered much closer to what composes natural fog. This means that, essentially, the Hollow's body expels the equivalent of a cloud whose color is of a weak white hue dependent on atmospheric light. Naturally, the formation of this fog allows the Hollow to benefit from minor camouflage while hunting prey by herself, as the fog is thick enough to cover a small area. It also allows her to appear slightly more threatening while interacting with individuals that may prove more powerful than her, such as the oppressing Shinigami that dare attempt to eliminate her every now and then, strange Humans capable of using spiritual energy in one way or another, or other Hollows that have proven to be more powerful than her. Most importantly, it hides the mask that covers her face, which is potentially one of, if not the only thing that may be considered to be remotely threatening on her person.
The mask in question is a bald slab that - unlike most of the other masks which cover the faces of the rest of Sonadora's kind - covers the entirety of her head, trapping her in a prison of white. It's structure is strange and unaligned with jagged angles that blend in the creature's fog, making it appear as though it was not meant to ever represent something somewhat close to an animal's skull. Its face is flat as though what should have been there simply melted away, with eyes slanted diagonally towards where the ears should usually be located, and a nose that is not quite a nose, but rather simply nothing more than two vertical slits only there to allow the Hollow to be befitted of the ability to smell or breathe. The rest of the mask is composed of the creature's mouth, an abyss of long jagged fangs which eternally guard the Human teeth resting behind them. If it was not for the lavender glow exhumed from the Hollow's eyes, one could have easily confused her mask to be nothing more than an immense jaw stretching unnaturally through the fog.
Due to her awareness of the meagerness of her body without her fog, Sonadora will typically position herself away from prying eyes, though she understands that there are times in which physical interaction is inevitable. In those cases, she stands in a position as slanted as her eyes, with legs seemingly barely capable of supporting her. Her shoulders are pushed forward, dragged by the limpness of her arms, and her head is pushed upwards to stare at her interlocutor. At times, she moves to allow herself to speak while motioning figures with her hands, though she will eventually be forced to enter a position that somewhat resembles the act of simply sitting. In this position, her hands and feet are pressed onto the ground nearest to one another, pushing her body upwards to support it all with ease. It is not a position that she adopts very often when in the presence of another being as she thinks of it as diminutive, though she ultimately finds it to be more comfortable than any other position available to her.
Height: 5'4 ft
Weight: 98 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Heart
Description
As a mere Stray, Sonadora was never considered to be a very threatening Hollow. Resembling more so a humanoid wisp than the proper spiritual monster that she really is, her body adopts a meager and slender frame that is almost reminiscent of a Human's. In fact, if it was not for its monstrous features, it would not have been difficult to confuse the monster for a Human to begin with. It appears so skinny that its smooth pale grey skin is barely capable of showing off any kind of muscle, instead mostly instead appearing as though the skin rests upon the creature's very bones. Small claws protrudes from the nails of her fingers and toes, though it is quite clear that they would not do much damage in battle, as they appear to be only sharp enough for the consumption of the Hollow's victims rather than for actual combat. No matter how one may perceive the beast, it always appears weak and frail, barely appearing as a threat. At the very least, her limbs are long, and so are her fingers and toes, all of which allow her to hold onto surfaces and escape from danger with better ease than most.
Due to the nature of her abilities, her body is often covered in a gas emanating from the very pores of her skin. The gas in question appears not so much as a sort of smoke or vapor, but rather as something that could be considered much closer to what composes natural fog. This means that, essentially, the Hollow's body expels the equivalent of a cloud whose color is of a weak white hue dependent on atmospheric light. Naturally, the formation of this fog allows the Hollow to benefit from minor camouflage while hunting prey by herself, as the fog is thick enough to cover a small area. It also allows her to appear slightly more threatening while interacting with individuals that may prove more powerful than her, such as the oppressing Shinigami that dare attempt to eliminate her every now and then, strange Humans capable of using spiritual energy in one way or another, or other Hollows that have proven to be more powerful than her. Most importantly, it hides the mask that covers her face, which is potentially one of, if not the only thing that may be considered to be remotely threatening on her person.
The mask in question is a bald slab that - unlike most of the other masks which cover the faces of the rest of Sonadora's kind - covers the entirety of her head, trapping her in a prison of white. It's structure is strange and unaligned with jagged angles that blend in the creature's fog, making it appear as though it was not meant to ever represent something somewhat close to an animal's skull. Its face is flat as though what should have been there simply melted away, with eyes slanted diagonally towards where the ears should usually be located, and a nose that is not quite a nose, but rather simply nothing more than two vertical slits only there to allow the Hollow to be befitted of the ability to smell or breathe. The rest of the mask is composed of the creature's mouth, an abyss of long jagged fangs which eternally guard the Human teeth resting behind them. If it was not for the lavender glow exhumed from the Hollow's eyes, one could have easily confused her mask to be nothing more than an immense jaw stretching unnaturally through the fog.
Due to her awareness of the meagerness of her body without her fog, Sonadora will typically position herself away from prying eyes, though she understands that there are times in which physical interaction is inevitable. In those cases, she stands in a position as slanted as her eyes, with legs seemingly barely capable of supporting her. Her shoulders are pushed forward, dragged by the limpness of her arms, and her head is pushed upwards to stare at her interlocutor. At times, she moves to allow herself to speak while motioning figures with her hands, though she will eventually be forced to enter a position that somewhat resembles the act of simply sitting. In this position, her hands and feet are pressed onto the ground nearest to one another, pushing her body upwards to support it all with ease. It is not a position that she adopts very often when in the presence of another being as she thinks of it as diminutive, though she ultimately finds it to be more comfortable than any other position available to her.
{Gillian}
Height: 40 ft
Weight: 1250 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Heart
Description
Becoming a Gillian typically involves the enlarging of the Hollow taking part of the process, and Sonadora's own transformation into one is not an exception to that rule. After a sufficient amount of Souls have been consumed by the creature, her body will start becoming larger until it towers above most typical Human homes. No longer will it look meager; rather, it will appear tall. So tall, in fact, that its mere sight can cause fright to spread in the heart of anyone who witnesses it. Even so, it would seem that the slenderness of her previous form will still follow her, for even in this mindless form, she shall appear as though there is naught but a frail bit of notable musculature present within her body. It is as if the skeleton that once was her base form evolved to become a prison not only for one, but for many souls. A celestial jail whose jailer has gone missing, and so the only means of escape these souls may possess is the further consumption of anything standing in their way.
To compensate for the sheer size of this Gillian body, the fog which previously emanated from Sonadora's body becomes more overwhelming, so much so that its area of coverage increases. No longer does it only cover a small area, as now, its task to cover the surroundings of the Hollow's immense frame has allowed it to practically cover much of the equivalent of a small town. This hides the horror which lies behind it, the towering figure whose mask has become now more akin to the visage of a disfigured reptilian. The slits that once formed her nose now pushes forward into a snout, and her mouth appears slightly bigger still, seemingly accommodated for the consumption of either a bigger amount of souls or targets that are simply equal in size to hers. As for her eyes, the slants that once represented them disappeared, instead replaced with two dead eyes shining brightly like beacons of lavender through the fog.
Although Sonadora's soul is not entirely lost while in this form, its lack of presence as the fundamental owner of her own body makes it so that her manners are gradually reduced. Her lack of tools for conversation prevents her from giving her attention to anyone around her, causing her to crawl around in the fog without an ounce of care for those she may inadvertently kill. Rarely, she will sit and stand still in the fog to either stare at the horizon or shake uncontrollably in agony, though soon her movements shall resume, and by then, the consumption shall begin anew.
Height: 40 ft
Weight: 1250 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Heart
Description
Becoming a Gillian typically involves the enlarging of the Hollow taking part of the process, and Sonadora's own transformation into one is not an exception to that rule. After a sufficient amount of Souls have been consumed by the creature, her body will start becoming larger until it towers above most typical Human homes. No longer will it look meager; rather, it will appear tall. So tall, in fact, that its mere sight can cause fright to spread in the heart of anyone who witnesses it. Even so, it would seem that the slenderness of her previous form will still follow her, for even in this mindless form, she shall appear as though there is naught but a frail bit of notable musculature present within her body. It is as if the skeleton that once was her base form evolved to become a prison not only for one, but for many souls. A celestial jail whose jailer has gone missing, and so the only means of escape these souls may possess is the further consumption of anything standing in their way.
To compensate for the sheer size of this Gillian body, the fog which previously emanated from Sonadora's body becomes more overwhelming, so much so that its area of coverage increases. No longer does it only cover a small area, as now, its task to cover the surroundings of the Hollow's immense frame has allowed it to practically cover much of the equivalent of a small town. This hides the horror which lies behind it, the towering figure whose mask has become now more akin to the visage of a disfigured reptilian. The slits that once formed her nose now pushes forward into a snout, and her mouth appears slightly bigger still, seemingly accommodated for the consumption of either a bigger amount of souls or targets that are simply equal in size to hers. As for her eyes, the slants that once represented them disappeared, instead replaced with two dead eyes shining brightly like beacons of lavender through the fog.
Although Sonadora's soul is not entirely lost while in this form, its lack of presence as the fundamental owner of her own body makes it so that her manners are gradually reduced. Her lack of tools for conversation prevents her from giving her attention to anyone around her, causing her to crawl around in the fog without an ounce of care for those she may inadvertently kill. Rarely, she will sit and stand still in the fog to either stare at the horizon or shake uncontrollably in agony, though soon her movements shall resume, and by then, the consumption shall begin anew.
{Adjuchas}
Height: 20'2 ft
Weight: 315 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Forehead, Heart
Description
The evolution of a Gillian into a proper Adjuchas is often defined by the soul which dictates its ultimate control upon the Hollow's body, and in so doing, shapes it to its wishes. By then, Sonadora's sheer will to survive and strive over the rest of the souls she has consumed will allow her to prevail against them transform her body into the form which she once occupied before her regression: a large and beastly abomination whose terrifying appearance could only be described as grotesque. Covered in fog, the Hollow's body appears incomplete, far reduced in size compared to her Gillian form, yet somehow also still not small enough to even permit its insides to remain properly covered. Her bones pierces the skin, allowing all to see her rib cage down to even her spine and parts of her tailbone, and her claws are larger than life, prepared to strike at any moment. It is as if it was born of a nightmare, something which should not exist and should have remained in the deepest corner of one's terrible slumber.
Common sense would require the beast to be in constant pain from the exposed bone and skin, and yet, it is in this state that Sonadora achieves a semblance of peace and quiet. Her movement is calm, calculated, as if she understands both the strength and weaknesses of her body to a certain extent as her manners returns to the ones she had while she was nothing more than a Stray. Due to the incomplete nature of her body, she remains mostly on all-four like an animal, though she will often prefer to remain standing while talking to others, this time doing so with visible confidence as she becomes aware of the power she now holds. In the meanwhile, her mask has turned into something even less concrete, a victim of the Gillian to Adjuchas transformation as her maw becomes the only thing with most visibility. Above it stands her eyes and ears both reduced to slits again, though it is clear that a snout forms still, a sign of things to come.
Height: 20'2 ft
Weight: 315 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Forehead, Heart
Description
The evolution of a Gillian into a proper Adjuchas is often defined by the soul which dictates its ultimate control upon the Hollow's body, and in so doing, shapes it to its wishes. By then, Sonadora's sheer will to survive and strive over the rest of the souls she has consumed will allow her to prevail against them transform her body into the form which she once occupied before her regression: a large and beastly abomination whose terrifying appearance could only be described as grotesque. Covered in fog, the Hollow's body appears incomplete, far reduced in size compared to her Gillian form, yet somehow also still not small enough to even permit its insides to remain properly covered. Her bones pierces the skin, allowing all to see her rib cage down to even her spine and parts of her tailbone, and her claws are larger than life, prepared to strike at any moment. It is as if it was born of a nightmare, something which should not exist and should have remained in the deepest corner of one's terrible slumber.
Common sense would require the beast to be in constant pain from the exposed bone and skin, and yet, it is in this state that Sonadora achieves a semblance of peace and quiet. Her movement is calm, calculated, as if she understands both the strength and weaknesses of her body to a certain extent as her manners returns to the ones she had while she was nothing more than a Stray. Due to the incomplete nature of her body, she remains mostly on all-four like an animal, though she will often prefer to remain standing while talking to others, this time doing so with visible confidence as she becomes aware of the power she now holds. In the meanwhile, her mask has turned into something even less concrete, a victim of the Gillian to Adjuchas transformation as her maw becomes the only thing with most visibility. Above it stands her eyes and ears both reduced to slits again, though it is clear that a snout forms still, a sign of things to come.
{Vasto Lorde}
Height: 8'2 ft
Weight: 196 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Forehead
Description
Weight: 196 lbs
Hair Color: N/A
Eye Color: Lavender
Hollow Hole Location: Forehead
Description
The final transformation of the Hollow known as Sonadora, or so it is currently assumed. Having achieved the perfect form at last, the beast evolves one more time from her incomplete shell to finalize her body into something more humanoid, more concrete to her original Human self. With the fog having now become a clear part of herself, it covers a body that could only be told to be similar to an angel's at a first glance until further analysis reveals the horror underneath the fog. What lies there is a twisted monster whose only humanity resides within the fact she stands on two legs, a being of grey whose bloody claws have long proven their sharpness. The skeleton that once was only Sonadora is now instead replaced with a being of proper flesh and muscle who stands ready to stand proud amongst the Hollows of Hueco Mundo and lead them towards a greater future than what awaits them in the endless wasteland, and the mask that had once been reduced to almost nothing more than a huge maw now instead more so resembles the face of a demonic snake most often shrouded by the fog.
In order to ensure this goal is achieved, the then-Vasto Lorde's posture will have to change, and thankfully, the body that she by then shall have access to will allow her to stand as straight as a normal Human despite her monstrous appearance. She converses normally with further hand motions, all of which are clear and precise, and whenever needed, she sits straight with her legs set against one another. Aware of her monstrous appearance still, she uses her fog to give her body a more-noble and perhaps-divine look most often personally granting her wings and hair, allowing those who she converse with to realize that although she hungers for souls as much as any Hollow, she also hungers for more.
In order to ensure this goal is achieved, the then-Vasto Lorde's posture will have to change, and thankfully, the body that she by then shall have access to will allow her to stand as straight as a normal Human despite her monstrous appearance. She converses normally with further hand motions, all of which are clear and precise, and whenever needed, she sits straight with her legs set against one another. Aware of her monstrous appearance still, she uses her fog to give her body a more-noble and perhaps-divine look most often personally granting her wings and hair, allowing those who she converse with to realize that although she hungers for souls as much as any Hollow, she also hungers for more.
[ P E R S O N A L I T Y ]
Character Traits
{Dislikes}
- Worship of Others: Sonadora has always had a distinct hatred for anyone that believes in what she would consider to be "imaginary deities". After decades of watching Humans kill each other over religious belief, it is only natural that she would have grown to think of it all as a farce. She believes that, in essence, the belief in those visions weakens the mind and renders it eventually obsolete by the ridiculous tales conjured from the minds of old. If there is no proof of this deity existing, then it is merely a delusion, a fantasy not meant believing in. Even so, there is a part of her that hates religion for a more powerful reasoning, though she could not say what that reasoning is for the time being.
- Insubordination: When you are beneath someone, whether it be on a professional or plainly-natural level, it is imperative that you must know your place. You must conduct yourself before others, allow yourself to be ruled and not resist this power in any way. It is thus unsurprising that Sonadora does not appreciate insubordination from anyone who works underneath her. Although to do so is something that she can somewhat respect depending on the strength of the disobedient, it is also something that she finds to be most often downright suicidal as she has personally witnessed over the course of the 20th Century.
- Surrender: The act of submitting yourself to an enemy has never been something that Sonadora has appreciated doing. It has always been something that she found to be particularly shameful. To submit yourself to the enemy is to admit that you are too weak to confront them any longer, meaning that you are both outwardly not physically strong enough and thus require to become stronger still, but also inwardly not powerful enough to at least have the courage to fight until the very end or fight for another day. At least, in the case of the latter, the enemy won't be able to do whatever they want with you once the battle is over.
- Honor In Battle: Even now after centuries has passed after her transformation into a Hollow, Sonadora still does not understand why so many beings are so attached to the idea of honor and value during battle. It completely eludes her, enough so to make her question its necessity. Why would you want to purposefully risk your life over something as measly as respect towards your opponent when you are not even sure that the latter will respond back just as kindly? You can be honorable in games and social activities, but please, not when your existence is at stake.
- Unnecessary Violence: Violence is, in a way, often considered to be the easiest solution one can possibly conjure from any problem that they may face with another individual. It is an act devoid of thought and only fueled by a need to express anger and frustration, something which allows anyone to avoid logic and reasoning. Unlike many Hollows who fall into that trap, Sonadora prefers to stray away from such a solution. The detriments of violence most often completely surpass any kind of benefit that may be gained from it, and so she strives to only use violence as a complete last resort.
- Soul Consumption: Hollows tend to enjoy consuming Souls; after all, it is only natural for them to do so. They provide them with power and, ultimately, allows them to survive within this cruel afterlife. Sonadora, however, does not. As a being who believes herself to be intrinsically superior to the rest of her kin, she thinks of the act as a demeaning process, something that should not be. Even if the act is necessary for her to live, she simply despises it and the hunger that pushes her to partake in it. It makes her kin appear savage, beast-like and unintelligent, all attributes that Hollows could surely live without.
- Insects: Something about the insects which roam the Living World has always somewhat bothered Sonadora. Although she does not necessarily think of them as being dangerous per say, she finds their appearance to be most often unattractive and downright repulsing, so much so that she downright prefers to stay away from them if the option is available to her. Coincidentally, this particular distaste also makes her notably annoyed whenever she happens to meet a Hollow with an insect body.
- Humankind: In Sonadora's eyes, the existence of Humans is the absolute worst thing that currently plagues the realms. Over the course of the times in which she was most conscious, and perhaps even during her Gillian days, she has always seen them as parasitic entities tasked only to destroy. They commit atrocities wherever they go, dehumanize and devalue their own kin, and are ready to do everything in order to defend their pointless riches to the point of annihilating their own planet. She understands why they must exist, but she also thinks of them as something that eventually must be destroyed for the benefit of all, not just Hollows.
- Shinigami: This hatred for Humankind naturally extends to its guardians. Even if they are technically Souls which have moved on to the infamous Soul Society, Shinigami are still Humans at heart, and so Sonadora naturally despises them. She hates their proud attitude, hates their strange weaponry and hates their beliefs. Their celestial duty as hunters of Hollows only makes this matter worse, though even without it involved, the Hollow still thinks that she will have found a way to hate them. After all, samurai robes or not, they are still mostly Human.
- André Belair: Although Sonadora's loathing for Shinigami is more or less evenly distributed between the totality of their forces, she reserves a deep hatred for this particular man of the Twelfth Division. Her knowledge of him is still very much unknown to this day, though she naturally despises him for having forcefully regressed her back into her original form. No matter what he may be and what he may want to do with that ability of his, she will one day kill him slowly for what he has done to her, and she will enjoy every single second of it.Ah
- Quincies: Another sect tasked in defending Humanity, only this time without any logical rationale whatsoever. As much as she loathes them, Sonadora sees the necessity of the Shinigami as "balancers". Without them, she would not have existed and neither would have the rest of her kin. In comparison, nothing requires the existence of the Quincy. They are a pointless endangerment to all beings in the universe which only exist because they are themselves emotionally fragile. If their weapons acted like an odd variant of the Zanpakuto, perhaps she would have had a modicum of respect for them, but as it stands, she simply never will.
- Arrancars: The beings which reside within the oh-so-prestigious Las Noches have always appeared as mutants to Sonadora. She does not see them as equals, and instead as mixtures of Hollow and Shinigami - and therefore, Human - that simply should not be. Perhaps their creation was once considered to be necessary by the previous ruler of Hueco Mundo, but now, the creature simply believes that there is no more point to them and that they should be discarded if Hollowkind wishes to move forward as a race.
{Likes}
- Worship of Herself: Rather ironically and perhaps even hypocritically, despite her hatred of religion, Sonadora adores the idea of possessing followers and people which believe her to be a deity. The adoration is such that she almost sees it as a goal, even if it is not quite so. She never falters whenever she sees someone - be they Ascended or simply a fellow Hollow - worship her in any shape or form, and although she prefers to keep it a secret from others, she sometimes speaks of the matter in a positive fashion.
- Evolution: Like all Hollows, Sonadora has a notable penchant towards evolving into a more powerful creature. She believes that, in order to achieve her goals and become something greater, she must unsurprisingly evolve into a higher being. As such, though she still is very wary of what may once again happen to her once she becomes a Gillian, she envisions the power that she may hold once she returns to her Adjuchas form more often than she cares to admit.
- Honesty: Sonadora much prefers talking to people who are honest with her than those who seek to lie to her face. As a believer of truth, she thinks that those who seek to never deviate from the truth are ultimately more respectful and more powerful than those who rely on lies to achieve their goal. Quite ironically, she doesn't seem to apply that notion to herself, as she will at times use lies to accomplish her own goals, though no one has proclaimed the beast to be the most honest of beings, not even herself.
- Creativity: Creativity is the essence of life and, realistically, what everything is based on. Without creativity, there would be nothing interesting for her to rest her eyes upon. In a way, the imagination which rests within the minds of Humans is the only thing she can truly admire from them. It is thanks to their innovations that their society has prospered, and it is also thanks to them that perhaps one day, Hollowkind will do the same by inheriting their inventiveness.
- Patience: There are many beings in this world which react impulsively and impatiently. Hollows, quite unfortunately, are among these beings, especially the ones which have lost themselves to the hunger which grows within. However, it has been proven time and time again that those which are capable of remaining patient are often the ones that strive the most often. It is thus unsurprising that Sonadora tends to very much appreciate the virtue of patience as planning, after all, requires a certain amount of patience in order to be successful in the first place.
- Modern Technology: In the rarest of times, Sonadora reminisces about the times in which the world was nothing more than a pile of wood, brick and cobblestone. Back then, information between nations was sparse at best and inaccessible at worse, and most people died of the common flu. However, these times have long since ended, as Humans of today now live in an age of cement, electronics and neon lights. This evolution sometimes baffles the Hollow so much that she simply finds herself thinking about it every now and then, trying to understand how everything has evolved so quickly.
- Chess: An interesting game created more than a notable amount of centuries ago, chess stands today as one of the original games of Humanity. It has been played by thousands, if not millions of players, and to this day, Sonadora still thinks of it as one of the more curious things the race that she loathes so much has left behind in its wake. Quite unfortunately for her lonely mind, there is a crucial lack of Hollows within Hueco Mundo who are even so much as capable of playing chess in the first place without growing bored and downright impatient, and so she tends to keep her love for the game to herself.
- Jewelry: Bracelets, rings, necklaces, you name it, Sonadora will most likely find beauty in it. The creature has always enjoyed jewelry for some reason that she cannot really explain. Even during her Gillian days, she tended to often gaze at jewelry shops solely to look at the wares which they were showcasing. Some may call it a childish obsession, especially the grand majority of other Hollows who have grown beyond the likes of such novelties, but she nevertheless enjoys these pointless things. Perhaps she will one day find herself collecting them like trinkets.
- Chocolate: Perhaps the only thing that Sonadora can bring herself to consume other than Souls due to her corrupted biology. Chocolate alongside sweets that contain chocolate in them is a delicacy that the creature does not find herself eating very often due to how it seems as though it is more of a delicacy for Humans as well. She does not really possess a sweet tooth and so is often compelled to not grab as much chocolate as possible much like how she does see herself grabbing jewelry either, but whenever the opportunity shows itself to her, she tends to quickly eat the chocolate snack as fast as she possibly can to satiate herself.
- Hollowkind: No matter what may happen between herself and her kin, there is nothing more in this world that Sonadora loves more than Hollowkind. It is hard for her to say why that is seeing as this love is most often not returned to her, but she firmly believes that there is good to be found in her fellow Hollows that, in comparison, cannot be found in Humankind. To put it in her own words: "What is totally corrupted is, in essence, totally pure, and so destined to become either rather than a mixture of both."
- Vizards: Unlike Arrancars, Sonadora somewhat holds a positive, yet restrained interest in the making of Vizards. On one hand, she believes them to be just as strange and blasphemous as Arrancars, a mixture of two races that simply should not be. That is not even mentioning the fact that the most of them are still Shinigami at heart and so behave in a similar fashion to them. On the other hand, they are perhaps the most useful assets at the hands of Hollowkind. With enough patience, the creature believes it possible for Hollows to eventually gain powerful allies from these mutants. All that is needed is a bit of talking and convincing.
- Nakajima Kimiko: This specific Soul has grown to be a great interest to Sonadora ever since she was capable of having her be moved to Soul Society with her essence infected with her own. She does not quite understand what has happened to her just yet, as her experiment with her reiatsu infusing has unfortunately been interrupted by the Shinigami who stole her power, though she she believes that she will one day be the key to the destruction of Soul Society and, eventually, the creature's ascension into godhood. Well, at least this is what she currently theorizes she will be. Only time will tell if the experiment was successful or not.
{Flaws}
- Arrogant Beyond Belief: Sonadora rarely believes that what she does and what she plans to do is wrong, and so does not often question her power or ability to lead towards victory. Whenever her plan is questioned, she prefers not to take suggestions from anyone but the closest of her allies, and even so, they have to be very potent suggestions for her to consider them as worthy of her attention. Only when she is faced with an extremely-powerful opponent or something that she knows will take her down if she does not thread carefully will her arrogance be toned down.
- Image-Conscious: Arrogance, in a few cases, can lead to narcissism, and if there is one thing that narcissists tend to believe in, it is their appearance. As a being who firmly believes in her power above all, Sonadora cares very much for her looks. Since her forms do not exhume power as much as her comrades, she tends to use her fog in ways that would make her either appear grander and more holy, or downright more threatening. This care for her appearance tends to make her feel diminished while she does not have access to her primordial ability.
- Amnesic: The years of emotional outrage combined with her transformation from Gillian into Adjuchas as left Sonadora a person devoid of her past. Her long life is nothing more than a vague fog within her mind, and although there are details that she can perceive within that fog, they are currently too blurred for her to make anything of it. This has made her notably interested in learning about this aforementioned past, so much so that she would do anything to learn more about the person she once was.
- Disillusioned with the World: Sonadora has a difficult time adjusting with what the world is supposed to be. It has been so ever since she was a Human, as unaware she may have been of the life she once had. She thinks that it is an imperfect thing that reeks of error and imperfection, things that are somehow left uncorrected for the benefit of the few. That reasoning alone is why she wishes to change everything, to become grand and bring about something new, and it is for it that she still moves forward to this day.
- Uncaring for Human Life: A part of the reason why Sonadora hates the current shape of the world is because of the existence of Humanity, and because of that, she tends to not give a care for the well-being of Humans whenever she is near them. She treats her Human pawns like toys to be discarded at any given time when need be, and when she is near them, she will prey upon them without regret. Why bother regretting the loss of a Human life? They will not be present in the next world.
- Merciless: Hollows typically never show any mercy to their victims. A few that shed tears for the Souls they consume exist within the Living World and Hueco Mundo, though they are diminished in number, and Sonadora is not among them. To achieve her plan, she must be able to show not only conviction, but also resolution, both of which may at times demand that she chooses to do terrible things. It is without mercy that she will be able to do such things, without clemency, without compassion. There is power in a lack of leniency, and there is also truth.
{Habits}
- Planning: Sonadora is a creature of thought and logic, and so it is only normal that she tends to create a significant amount of plans whenever she is active. The plans themselves can be of any nature that she personally sees fit. They can be simple plans, such as the scheduling of her day down to the strategies that she is meant to use in battle, to more complex and intricate plans which are more advanced in nature. Without this constant and meticulous planning, she knows that she would not be able to achieve a great amount of things in her day, and so it is thus a skill that she tends to cultivate at all times.
- Analyzing: Planning obviously is partially-based on analysis, and so this constant planning of hers often leads to Sonadora to analyze her surroundings fairly often. The devil is in the detail, and so it is imperative that she knows everything there is to know about this devil until there is nothing left to be known about it. Its color, its shape, its ability, everything must be known. The more knowledge she gathers from this devil, the more she can exploit it in the battles to come, be they occur now or later.
- Testing: Sonadora's ability is a fickle one in that it requires a notable amount of testing for it to work properly; after all, its function is entirely dependent of her imagination and creativity, both of which must be cultivated like any other function of the brain. In a way, it could easily be considered to be training. It may not be training in the most conventional of senses, but it is just as empowering as a daily commune to the gym, a means to an end in order for her to eventually become strong.
- Dream-Walking: This wish to test her abilities often lead her to spread her fog in a certain area at night and walk among the dreams of the unaware, bringing them henceforth into her Nightmares. The unaware are completely random in nature, mere victims of occasion that she finds no importance in distinguishing. They can be men, they can be women, they can be young, they can be old, it does not matter. By doing so, she can further understand the weakness of the Human mind as well as its fragility, though most importantly, she also learns of their strengths.
- Wandering: Ironically, this penchant "walking" within people's dreams translates fairly well within the real world, as Sonadora often simply wanders around the Living World for most of her existence. Despite her hatred for it, she prefers its landscapes over the bland decrepit wastes of Hueco Mundo, and so finds herself walking down the many streets and the many alleys of Human settlements without any bother. It is only during those moments in which she simply wanders the world that she does not find the urge to kill the Humans which she passes by, as it the calm of the activity allows her to think and ponder.
- Sightseeing: While wandering about the Living World, Sonadora tends to eventually allow herself to gaze upon the creations of Humankind and see what they have become over the course of history. From ancient shrines to graveyards to business offices and busy streets, the creature has seemingly seen it all, and yet there is always something new around the corner. Sometimes, the ingenuity of it all makes her momentarily forget her hatred for Humanity, though that unfortunately never lasts for long.
{Fears}
- Failure: Failing to properly accomplish something can be particularly heartbreaking to a mind like Sonadora's. Although is most often ready to face failure any moment and tends to plan out contingencies for whenever they may occur, it tends to leave a mark on her psyche for at least a good amount of time, as she personally sees failure as a sign of weakness that she cannot allow herself to tolerate. This fear is a bit less accentuated when the failure has been committed by one of her underlings, though she nevertheless remains bothered by it either way.
- Regression: It is now commonly known by those who are vaguely familiar with the process of Hollow evolution that, at a certain point pass the Gillian stage, it is possible higher Hollows can regress into Gillian once again should they be unable to sustain their power with a consistent amount of Souls. It does not matter if the Hollow is an Adjuchas or even a Vasto Lorde at this point in time: they simply must feed at all time. The thought of it happening to her again after what has happened between herself and that terrible Shinigami simply horrifies Sonadora for many reasons.
- Loss of Control: Among those reasons stands the notorious loss of control assigned to Gillian and the Hollows which have lost their minds over the course of time. Having been a Gillian herself and now about to most likely become a Gillian once again in the near future, Sonadora does not enjoy the idea of losing herself to something that she herself ultimately cannot control without sheer strength alone. It makes her feel like her body is not her own, like she has been cast in an endless storm that will never end. One day, she will make sure that no Hollow is subjected to such a fate ever again.
- Weakness: The vast majority of Sonadora's values and principles is based upon the idea of weakness. In her eyes, to be weak is to fail at being strong, and to fail at being strong is to eventually wither and die from the hands of fate without being able to say anything about it. If she can eventually overcome all of her weaknesses or at the least what she assumes to be those which are her most flagrant, then she may be able to both become and consider herself one of the most powerful beings to have ever existed.
- Burning Alive: There seemingly is not a being in this world that is seemingly as afraid at the idea of burning alive as Sonadora. For one reason or another, she is absolutely incapable of getting too close to a flame without feeling as though the entirety of her soul is begging her to run away from it. Even those who wield fire as their weapon scare her to a notable degree. As it stands, that reason remains completely unknown, but whatever it may be, it must be particularly poignant for her to fear it so.
- Hell: Despite being somewhat knowledgeable in the laws of the worlds and their logic, Sonadora coincidentally has never really been able to learn much about Hell. The realm of the condemned and the demonic has always been an unknown to which she was never really able to find answers from, and so much of her understanding of it is either limited or plainly false as it predates even modern depictions of the underworld. As such, Sonadora is very wary of the realm, seeing as she ultimately believes that if she ever ends up there, she will burn for eternity.
{Goals}
- Godhood: Considering herself as a superior being to all has naturally, over time, led Sonadora to believe that she intrinsically deserves to be referred to as a deity. However, to be considered as a deity and being a proper deity is two different things, and it is something that she wishes to correct in the near future. With her power and will to change the world, she aspires to overthrow the being known as the Soul King and become the Goddess of everything, the one above all that exists and has the eventual right to exist. Once she achieves this goal and consequently become a deity, there are several things which Sonadora wishes to accomplish in return.
- World of Hollows: There are currently no real worlds for Hollows to peacefully coexist with one another. Hueco Mundo, as it is now, is nothing more than a wasteland of which the only law that can be applied to it is the one of the fittest, a mere natural preconception which condemns Hollowkind to eternal suffering. The elimination of that pathetic land of misery and discourse is necessary for the creation of something better, something more that could allow the entirety of her kin to not only prevail, but also succeed in becoming greater as well.
- Redefinition of Her Kin: Hollows must feed upon Souls to survive. Hollows must eventually become mindless Gillian in order to become strong; if not, they must succumb to hunger and become beasts. Hollows must eventually be slain in order for the balance of the world to be respected. Ad vitam eternam. These natural laws seemingly directly ingrained within all Hollowkind are all things that Sonadora dearly wishes to eliminate. No being should be dictated or driven by hunger.
- New World Balance: Of course, to eliminate the hunger which plagues Hollowkind creates a problem, as they - much like the Shinigami themselves - are responsible in bringing balance to the realms. Without them, there would be too many Souls present in the world, and in so doing, these Souls would cause the world to eventually collapse. As such, redefining Hollowkind also requires a redefinition of the balance of the realms, something which Sonadora thinks about everyday.
- Destruction of Humanity: Once the balance of the realms has been redesigned, Humanity's role within the grand scheme of things will ultimately become pointless. Hollows would not be required to consume their Souls any longer, which would in turn make the soldiers of Gotei 13 and the bowmen of the Wandenreich obsolete in nature. With that mind, the only fate which would then await them at that point would be extinction. What point is there to be made in maintaining an obsolete race alive? None. There is no need for a cattle of which no one is forced to feed upon.
- Overcome Amnesia: And so, with all of these divine tasks set aside, there is only one other goal which Sonadora believes she must complete during her journey towards her ascension: the retrieval of her memory. There is much to be learned from the past that she has lost, and there also much to be taught from it. It may be a pointless endeavor that will lead her to nothing more than a collection of pointless visions, but even so, she shall persist in her attempts to find more about it all, for to forget is to be weak.
Alignment
Usually, it is normal for a typical Hollow to be a creature driven by chaos, as their purpose in life is only to consume haphazardly until the end of their existence. This cannot, however, properly describe a Stray Sonadora or one that has reached the classification of Adjuchas, for she is more so instead better described as a being of Neutral Evil. As hungry and uncaring for life as she may be like the rest of her kin, the nature of her ability compels her to seek solutions to her problems not in chaos, but rather in planning and strategy. She does not see good in the use of law and order at that stage in her Hollow evolution, and ultimately prefers to remain far away from conflict as many times as possible in order to ensure her survival. This selfishness prevents her from caring about the wrong in others, as she understands that a wrong can lead to a gain even if it is morally reprehensible. In a way, this allows her to cooperate with individuals with less-than-kind endeavors so long as they are beneficial to her in one way or another, though she will only take orders as mere suggestions more so than actual directions. If the aforementioned individuals become useless to her or their endeavors become meaningless, then she will refuse to abide to their demands any longer.
Over time as she becomes a Gillian, the Hollow's mind will naturally devolve into Chaotic Evil until her soul attains global ownership of its body once again. By that point, only hunger and hunger alone will drive her forward. She will not care for the pain and suffering that she may cause to whoever she may meet so long as her goals are met. If she is paired with another Gillian who does not wish her harm, she will mindlessly follow it towards their destination before they eventually bring themselves away from one another. In the case of meeting a lesser Gillian, however, she will potentially lash out and attack the Gillian in order to consume it and gain more souls to develop herself. No law or order can be powerful enough to bring her into submission while in this state, and no one could enslave her unless befitted with a particular ability capable of doing so even if she somehow is driven to battle a more powerful enemy.
Upon reaching the likes of the Vasto Lorde, a change will be felt within Sonadora. Rendered unable to worry about hunger any longer due to her overwhelming power preventing her from running out of prey, her alignment will turn towards the likes of Lawful Evilness as she sets out to accomplish her goals. No longer shackled by her craving for souls, she shall wish for overall peace and prosperity for the Hollow race, and accomplishing this goal will require her to commit deeds that she understands as being horrible, yet necessary. Celestial laws such as the presumed balance which holds the world in place shall be ignored, and with that in mind, so shall be the lives of Humans, Shinigami, Quincy and perhaps a few of her fellow Hollows should they ever defy her authority. This will be done through meticulous planning, calculated strategies and ruthless execution.
Overall Personality
There have been numerous recollections in the history of Human society detailing the lives of particular individuals. All of them, men and women alike, were all able to rise in the echelons of their respective communities in ways that made them appear substantially more powerful compared to their brethren. They were mere Humans devoid of spiritual power that could not do so much as survive against even the lowest of the magically-inclined denizens of Rukongai, and yet they were so powerful that they could shape their people as they see fit. Some build empires which rose further and further upward during their rule, others toppled nations and brought them under their control. There were a few who ruled with an iron fist proclaiming themselves as superior, while there were another group who instead insisted on creating a golden facade in which to hide the true nature of their rule. With this in mind, it would then be easy to assume many of these people were armed to the teeth, capable of dueling at least one man to the death without breaking a sweat. However, many of these people couldn't even lift a sword and instead simply preferred to use the pen or their words. The Hollow known as Soradora firmly resides among them.
As one of the rarer strategic minds of her brethren, Sonadora is a being driven by strategy and logic. Lead more so by her own goals rather than the hunger which fuels her monstrous core, she casually acts with calm and patience like a predator before prey, setting her attention onto her current objective as much as possible in order to accomplish it quickly and efficiently. The nature of the objective in question does not need to matter, as even the lowliest and ugliest of them all will be given her total dedication. It is rare that will she ever appear emotional before the presence of another being, as she prefers to maintain a semblance of a calm image around herself at all times, and it is rarer still that she will allow herself to become angry even in the most emotional of times, for to be too emotional is to be weak. This allows her to treat others with both apparent respect and a lack of care for their life, something which allows her to act ruthlessly without hesitation.
This latter fact is most notably showcased whenever she faces another being in combat, whether they be Hollow or else. Her opponent will most likely never be able to see her lose control of her own self in combat unless they employ a particular strategy deliberately made to make her do so. The patience that she holds in casual conversation and daily life follows her into battle, allowing her to act carefully and methodically with unforgiving execution. When challenged, she is not afraid to use her power to break the minds of any nearby individual to use them as either leverage or makeshift weaponry, even if this individual happens to be a child or an elder. She prefers to keep her hands clean and away from all bloodshed, though if necessary, she will not hesitate to take the chance to finish off an enemy with notable violence.
Subsequently, this dependence on using others to properly do battle with her enemies makes her an individual who sees social interactions as crucial. The formation of an allied force is something that is necessary for her meager frame, seeing as she is aware that her frail body will not bring her very far in combat. Even back when she was an Adjuchas, she could not be considered to be particularly powerful on her own. As such, she most often aims to make allies when the chance is given to her, especially when said allies are eager to befriend her or join her cause. Nevertheless, her wish for leadership and her own selfishness makes her unwilling to be treated as a mere servant or lower-ranked member of a group or society. Like many Hollows, her desire for independence from others compels her to never bow to anyone, even if the individual in question breaks ground and somehow gains her admiration. This most notably prevents her from seeing the good in the likes of the Arrancar, for example, or any existing pack of Hollows.
It is natural for one to believe this Hollow to be nothing more than yet another abomination of the dreaded realm of Hueco Mundo upon learning of the beast, though it was not always so. A long time ago, Sonadora's attitude was long thought to be somehow more ruthless and merciless compared to anyone else of her kin. For years, the other monsters which roamed the earth saw her as a monstrous figure, a legend which terrified both they, the Shinigami who hunted them and the Humans which found themselves all in-between. There were stories of her then which explained why that was, but the most of them were merely rumors shared within Hueco Mundo and were not explicitly accurate. It was only once she became Adjuchas that this anger stopped and was instead replaced by the individual that she is today, something born from the amnesia which plagued her transformation from Gillian to Adjuchas. Once this occurred, the bloodshed was replaced by self-questioning and analysis.
At times, Sonadora will vaguely recall the likes of her old Human self as blurry memories of anger and eventually ultimate suffering. She prefers not to discuss them with others as she oddly always feel very pained by the mere discussion of it, but whenever she is bound to do so, she describes the existence of a being whose happiness has been torn away by an entity that she can only believe to have been Human like herself. Once bright, she became dark by the shadows which neared her, and eventually, the dark consumed her in a bright flame. Due to this, the Hollow believes her current state to be the embers of that individual personified, a remnant designed to deliver a vengeance towards Humanity and, therefore, its divine protectors.
Fueled by this hatred she shares with all Hollows, she believes that the best way to achieve this vengeance is to first become powerful, then assemble the masses to act as one against all that oppose them. Through this she will create a world for Hollows, and once ridden of their dependence on Humanity, she shall exterminate every last one of them. It will take time, it will take effort, but one day, she shall achieve her eternal goal with both pride and glory, for she will never allow time to stop her from achieving this penultimate goal, and neither will she allow the Shinigami or the Quincy to stop her.