Maria Segunda Espada [Training Tier]

[Maria Ashwin]

You say the task is to hard , it can never be done. This is why you will never be remembered
in the annals of history~

Ω -Opening- Ω

"Tears may fall for the fallen, but my heart finds solace in a death that honors the life they lived.”

Passwords: Kazu's Kidnapper + Miraculous Kouhai

Discord: Dat Boi P

Class/Rank: Class 0/Rank 4 | Training Tier

Position/Affiliation: Segunda Espada

Type: Experienced

Ω -BASIC INFORMATION- Ω

Name: Maria Ashwin
Age of Death:17
Real Age/Age of Appearance: 2819/35
Birthday (Month/Day):12/14
Blood Type: O-
RP Sample (Optional): You ask for a sample i ask to look upon all i've done

Ω -APPEARANCE- Ω

Height: 5'9 

Weight: 175lbs 

Eye Color: Emerald Green 

Hair Color: Neon Green

Physical Appearance:

Maria stands at 5'9 weighing in at 175lb, her frame is slender in appearance with very little muscle definition. A long flowing cascade of neon green hair rests atop her head though it appears to be styled that's simply the way her hair follicles rest atop her scalp. Though an attentive eye and nose can tell she goes through great lengths to care for her hair, given it’s sheen and smell. Beneath that flowing mess of green hair rest's a set of green emeralds , vast potential boiling beneath her gaze no longer dimmed by the shadows of apathy. Her Lightly tanned olive skin posses a healthy radient glow neath the somber moon of hueco mundo. Her facial features could be described as soft and baby faced as she lacks the typical tell tale signs of ageing upon her face , this combined with the forever unimpressed look makes her appear to be your everday steryotypical teen going through a rebelious stage; albeit through the minor aid of makeup.

Her arrancar uniform is heavily modified as he has no love for souken kohai's bland uniform desighns , she has comfortable clothes and what one could consider business casual for those who would call las noches home. The typical jacket shirt has a modified three inch collar that tapers down into a V-shape that when button shows a small patch just above her bosom , when unlatched it simply reveals her neck and collarbone. The arms have been shortened and hemmed , typically this is just because maria has hidden love for feeling the wind against her arms whenever she uses sonido. Her panse are from your standard white hakama. Her footwear is a dual reinforced pair of black tabi and white zōri for the purposes of her not wearing down his footwear from her exuberant use of sonido.

Around her waist is a simple black sash , this sash is fluffy and velvety soft to the touch typically one would expect her to use this as an auxiliary weapon but very much like an instant inflatable raft should the tab be pulled it becomes a fluffy soft double wide inflatble twin bed or bean bag . This serves as a means to allow her to nap in the many hiding places amongst the sands of hueco mundo or the nooks and crannies of las noches. Though it has been many moons since this device has seen use , she wishes to once again nap in the hallowed halls of las noches. The marks that show her racial atributes as a hollow are the fragments of h ermask , which are along the side of the womans ears taking the apperance of feather like ear cuffs. Further more her hollow hole rest over her left pectoral partially taking residence over half her sternum. She also wears two of her judan as dangling earings , those who know what these typically are would be on guard if he reaches up to take one off. After all getting a bomb thrown at you at sub-sonic speed , is a rather terrifying event.

While in her Buisnes Casual clothes her outfit could be considered , far removed from what kohai would even call ‘within the rules’. The outfit itself is a rather simple one , she wears an all black unitard beneath a set of spartan hoplight inspired armor.The white breastplate is tightly woven and segmented ,allowing for ease of mobilty while offering a great deal of protection. Upon her fore arms are vambraces that connect to gauntelets upon her hands , upon closer inspection one may notice a stylized choice of them being partially fingerless as the second and third knuckle on the finger are seemingly unarmored. This was designed this way so maria could easily grab things. Upon her feet are a simple set of greaves boots with a slightly raised heel , lastly upon her hip one would find an ornate looking spatha.

Ω -PERSONALITY- Ω

Dislikes:

Ω Over Emotional People: Maria herself is a woman of calm logic , despite her lack of many outward emotional ques she to can feel a great bevy of emotions. What she cannot stand are those who cannot remain calm in the tides of the maelstrom that are their emotions , fear and rage do not serve for anything more than to let the enemy know your cracking. 

Ω Those Who Cannot See The Big Picture: Maria herself has realized that she is simply a cog in the machine , and thus wishes to keep the rest of the machine going. Those who are incapable of seeing the inner machinations of how the world works and operates , spinning as a lone cog giving nothing to society rolling selfishly along are worse than scum.

Ω Barbarism: Yes Maria is an a arrancar , Yes she loves fighting, Yes she may use underhanded tactics, but if your a roided out fight junkie 24/7 your not a sentient being your a beast that most likely needs to be put down permanently. The path to progress is paved with bones and bloodshed the least you can do is be civil on the matter before we start tearing each other apart.

Ω Long Work Days: Maria has a love for her relationship with her bed , long work days get in the way of that. She wishes for nothing more than the day to conclude so she can wander off into a realm of dreams where everything is perfect. Not working on a years worth of backed up paperwork because someone had a mix up in the office.

Ω Stagnation: Maria as a hollow reached vasto lorde status in a matter of three weeks , taking three day long naps. She went from a numerous to an espada , from a simple arrancar  to something more in less than a year and yet she craves greater ascendance, There is always a way forward , a way to suceed where others have failed. Those who are content are doomed to fail in all endevores for it is such a terrible thing to simply be content with mediocrity.

Ω Arrogance: Maria herself is extremely paranoid of her enemies, and treats them as equals sometimes as her betters. But to see an enemy so enraptured with themselves and thier own power that they can't see the threat of a challenger before them , it speaks of only disrespect and you will forever lose hers.

Ω Loud Noises: He likes peace and quite it helps him sleep , so for the love of god can we all not yell bankai in his face and ear like we are on a construction zone...in all honestly mumbling it may serve you better!?

Ω Flashy Behavior: Look yes he understands your a skilled warrior showing off is waste's time , we are all dead who gives two shits about status either you kick his ass and let him sleep or he kicks your ass and you beat him to the pillow. to the point and quick so we can all get back to what's important eating and sleeping.

Ω People Who Dont Stay Dead: Maria find the thing she dislikes most about this universe is the fact , that no matter how brutally or savagely she kills someone they come back. Complete disintegration , body burned down until your nothing but bone shaped carbon , or just a literal blood stain on the floor....just stay in hell where you belong please she hates repeating death matches. She has a lingering fear rizer may one day return as the bastard somehow revived after being decapitated!

Likes:

Ω Peace and Quiet: As a woman who loves to spend her time sleeping , it should be no surprise she loves quite and secluded places. they say only mad men and gods can suffer solitude and to them maria thinks they sipped to much hemlock tea because any fucker who thinks being around loud assholes is a fucking moron.

Ω Easy Jobs: Though she may dislike hard work she does like easy work , yeah yeah double standard easy means quick , quick means she gets to go to bed faster. you go to work and tell me would you prefer your boss give you a hard task or an easy task you can piss around on!

Ω High Quality Beds: Yes yes one thousand times fucking yes my man , only the best material should be reserved for his bed and she will go through the nose to get it.

Ω Birds: Her love for hummingbirds and birds in general is one of the few things that transferred over from her life as a human. She will happily spend her time caring for and watching birds , if she is ever caught doing so he will deny it and go take a nap.

Ω Instant Ramen: She loves instant ramen because she doesn't enjoy waiting long periods of time for food, she finds joy in the variety of flavors and the ease of making them.

Ω Unique Solutions: Maria herself likes unique and innovative solutions , though she may portray a lazy persona her problem solving skills are very adept. As sometimes the most complex problems have the simplest of answers , her greatest question at the moment is how to cause the permanent death of an enemy besides stabbing into their carcass over and over hoping to slow the regeneration down long enough to throw them in a garaganta.

Ω Training: Maria has spent a considerable amount of time honing her skills and thus has developed a love hate relationship with self betterment , while it takes away from her sleep schedule she does rather love seing the fruits of har labor when it comes time to face down a strong foe with all she has learned.

Flaws:

Ω Hybernative Periods: Maria as an arrancar and segunda espada represents the tolling bells of apathy , meaning that she can be prone to long bouts of inactivity falling into a hybernative state after a great deal of activity. During these bouts if awoken she will become irritable and extremely agitated to the point of acting out of character.

Ω Workaholic: Maria despite the lazy persona she try's to portray she is an astute workaholic , not wanting to admit deafeat or submission in the face of daunting missions or task's working herself to the bone for whatever impossible goal she has her heart set on . As of late though she seems to be running out of 'impossible task's' maybe she might take up choji.

Ω Over estimates her opponents: Regardless of the enemies rank , standing , gender or power maria will always assume they are stronger than herself. Underestimating them in her mind is a sure fire way to end up dead , this does lead to her trying to figure out how his enemy's powers work.

Habits:

Ω Holding Back: Maria in all her fights even the one's she has taken seriously , has never truly revealed all the cards in her hand which in turn has caused her to suffer on more than one ocasion. Maria herself will always simply attest to her own versatility on the matter , capable of useing her basic kit to what she deems it's fullest , refusing to dip into her realease.

Ω Naps In The Wierdest Places: When nature calls you fucking answer , and this has led to him sleeping some of the strangest places known to man. The carcass's of dead hollows often offer great protection in the menos forest hunker down supress and sleep the night away...dp keep one eye open though.

Ω  Holding Herself  To A higher Standard: Maria ever since joining the espada has sought to make herself useful , and show she is koahi's most important tool not easily discarded or replaced. Which led her holding herself to an unrealistic standard of perfection while she was primera espada , ever since her self imposed demotion she has become more lac but still has a bit of a standard she holds herself to.

Fears:

Ω To Die Before Realizing Her Dream: Maria after spending a great deal of time with strong beings , that all seem to be hell bent on the conquest of the universe. Has taken interest on the topic and wishes to be there for the finale clash of titans to see who will inevitably take it all , an era of new gods will one day arise ; the hummingbird of las noches wishes to taste transcendence or bear witness to it..to die before this time...would simply break her. 

Goals:

Ω A United Las Noches: A Goal she once almost achieved , having rallied what remained of the once great espada she wished to begin her plans for the betterment of las noches. To once again make the faction known as a major player on the board , to turn las noches from a slumbering lions den to a nest of waking dragons ready act. Sadly a vast majority of the espada left and maria has taken to the betterment of las noches all on her lonesome proving her resourcefulness , creating not only a military but a unity amongst the arrancar inhabitants that shall las well past her becoming one with the sands of hueco mundo.

Ω Greater Power: The espada for all her renown and status has not gained a big head , and still trains day in and day out as she knows there will always be a bigger fish or simply a being that out skills her. In this regard she seeks to grow stronger , to transcend into a higher form and push even past that to achieve momentous things.

Ω Find Ally's They Can Trust: Maria has noticed several things in her many years of living and its that most beings , will lie to your face. and it is for this exact reason you must be ready to execute even your closest friends , when the world had trained them to act as beast's what can maria do but wait for the day those she has opened herself  bite at her hand and force her to put them down. The day she finds someone she can trust at her back , she will cherish them till her finale moments.

Ω A Cause Worth Fighting For: Though a woman of great ambition , she can be convinced over to a cause and despite the odds she has thrown her lot in with souken kohai. She wishes to see what he will do in the end will he take his place as the newest god of all creation or will maria find herself upon his throne should he inevitably perish in the clash , Only time will truely tell when the age of genesis begins.

Overall Personality: Maria is a complex character, a walking contradiction wrapped in a sleep-loving, bird-watching Arrancar. Despite her outward apathy and lethargic demeanor, a multitude of emotions simmer beneath the surface. While she possesses a deep well of logic and calm, she despises those who succumb to emotional outbursts, viewing fear and rage as weaknesses that telegraph your vulnerabilities. Beyond the emotional realm, Maria operates with a pragmatic vision. Having ascended the Arrancar ranks at lightning speed, she sees herself as a cog in a larger machine, working tirelessly to ensure the smooth functioning of Las Noches. However, she holds utter contempt for those who fail to see the bigger picture, those content to coast by, contributing nothing to society.

This pragmatic side also extends to combat. While Maria enjoys the thrill of a good fight and readily employs underhanded tactics, she finds excessive brutality distasteful. To her, constant brawling equates to barbarism, a far cry from the skilled warrior she strives to be. While she may complain about long workdays, her true enemy is stagnation. Maria craves constant growth, pushing boundaries and finding ever-more efficient ways to achieve her goals. Despite this ambition, Maria isn't consumed by arrogance. She's acutely aware of her limitations and treats all opponents with a cautious respect, even bordering on paranoia. However, witnessing an opponent blinded by their own power infuriates her. Such arrogance, in her eyes, is a death knell.

Maria's ideal world is one of peace and quiet, a stark contrast to the violence inherent in her existence. She finds solace in solitude, cherishing the quiet moments she can steal away for a blissful nap or birdwatching. Loud noises are anathema to her, leading to a preference for swift, decisive battles that minimize interruptions. Even the flashier aspects of combat hold no appeal – results matter more than showy displays. Adding another layer to her complexity is Maria's relationship with death. While she relishes the finality it usually brings, the ever-present threat of her enemies' resurrections deeply frustrates her. This fear is particularly potent in regards to her former Superior Rizer Tile the Left Hand Of Kohai, who she dreads encountering once more.

Despite her desire for peace, Maria isn't afraid to get her hands dirty. While she prefers delegation and efficiency, she possesses a surprising workaholic streak. This drive stems from a refusal to admit defeat, pushing herself to the brink to complete even the most daunting tasks. However, this relentless work ethic has a downside. Maria often overestimates her opponents, a dangerous habit that has caused her trouble in the past. Perhaps the most intriguing aspect of Maria is her hidden potential. While she always holds back in battle, hinting at a greater arsenal of abilities, her true motivations for doing so remain shrouded in mystery. Additionally, her strange habit of napping in bizarre locations speaks to a certain hidden wildness beneath her composed exterior.

Maria's greatest desire? To witness the dawn of a new era. Witnessing the clash of titans vying for ultimate power has sparked a yearning to be part of something momentous, to transcend her current existence. This ambition fuels her quest for ever-greater power and her search for allies she can truly trust. Ultimately, Maria's story is one of contradictions, a powerful warrior yearning for peace, a pragmatist drawn to a cause, and a being desperately seeking a place in a world on the brink of cataclysm. Seeking To bear witness to her and kohai's intertwined destiny's ; to bear witness to his ascension or inherit the throne his death leaves behind.

Ω -POWERS- Ω

Fighting Style:

Maria herself in her current state doesn’t often rush to get in close and engage the enemy. Preferring to use the environment to her advantage or projectiles.Due to her small frame and lack of serious muscle mass she is extremely agile , Using her size to zip around the battlefield and bombard the enemy into submission and further into death with simple hit and run tactics. Provided the enemy has a means to get in close she has trained herself in the art of the blade , and despite her small frame is able to swing with the strongest of them.

She mostly prefers to manuver around her targets with speed , raw power is nice for most but whats the point of it if you cant fucking hit your target. Speed is somthing she holds above all else , in terms of combat power if any enemy can catch you then you’ve already lost in her mind. Playing a nice game of keep away useing the environment as obsticales both allows her to evade and attack which is normally not a luxury her enemies can afford. If this proves to be inefective she will switch tactics an attempt to collapse structures around them , if this is an enemy they cant simply shake they wont even go about this method and simply grit thier teeth and fight like a cornered animal.

Maria can mostly tell which enemies she can outmaneuver , take her time with and enjoy whats on display but when a serious fight makes it's way to her door step she comes a different combatant. Seeking to rush down the enemy before her own spirit energy causes her body to begin failing , every stroke of her blade an attempt on the enemies life each attack more oppressive than the last as she attempts to blow through them. It was once said maria could be called an ultimate spear , she herself likes to think herself as the ultimate utility knife bearing both a unique tapestry of items and techniques meant to eradicate those in her path.

Ω -History- Ω

Ω Birthplace: Korean Peninsula 8000 BC

Ω Current Residence: Las Noches -> Segunda Palace

Ω Memorable Figures: (Go read the point bank)

Ω History:

SPOILER: Click to show

{The Short Background Of Maria}

To know the story of Marik one must know the story of his parents, Shuna his mother and Doranu his father were miners who fell in love on the job. His mother worked in the mines running food and water to the men who were mining out the mountainside, they would dig for ores and coal to fuel the war machin that was thier lords blacksmith’s , in which they would then sell off to the major neighboring Lords at an exorbitant rate. It was dangerous work but it was honest work and it gave them each a living, as years passed they grew closer and closer to one another till eventually, they fell to the flames of their passion on a warm spring night. Shuna would become pregnant with their first son on a joyous occasion but she still had to work as her husband, despite his wishes of her staying home while he worked.

Little did she know that having worked in the mine for so many years had slowly but surely killing her, her body was flooded with particles from the ore and coal. normally this type of thing wouldn't show any forms of health issues till old age, but her pregnancy was taxing and it made the side effects of the mine kill her much quicker. Unbeknownst to her the baby in her womb was falling victim to her reckless abandon. Causing him to be born prematurely and very malnourished , the poisoning of his mother's body had blocked him from receiving most if not all of their shared nutrients.

When he was born his mother sat on death’s door for the better part of three years being confined to her home and bed, Marik was never allowed to visit his mother and his father treated him like a parasite. And in turn he began to act as his father saw him mooching off of his hard working father , spending most days sleeping at his mother’s bedside. When his mother's health grew worse he would slip into a deep bout of depression. He would spend most of his days sleeping and eating the scraps off his father’s plate on the nights he could no longer ignore the pains in his stomach. He would eventually wander from home for days at a time not caring for what his father thought of him or his apathetic ways.

The boy would begin spending a lot of his time in dark alleyways and the forest near the village after a while, he began spending longer and longer periods away from his home. He had been spending time with wild cats in the forest, hunting with them, sleeping alongside them, and living as they would freely enjoying life. While he was gone due to his age and small stature he was able to subside cooked rats and birds that he caught sometimes the occasional fish. He began to pick up mannerisms from the cat’s such as peeing on things he wanted, as you can imagine this didn’t go over well with school staff; as you know peeing on girls to mark your territory is rather…...not so politically correct.

At the age of nine the boy had honed his speed well beyond someone of his age should be capable of, this was simply from the fear of getting caught and spending time with the wildcats of the nearby forest. He would make a show of stealing food despite being well fed at home, he did this because he wanted attention from those around him and his father whether it be good or bad. For him, love and acceptance were things he wanted, but all he ever earned was scorn. Also being treated as if he didn’t exist This leads to a spiral of questionable behavior on Marik’s part. To be honest what would be expected of him in such a situation.

When the boy turned ten the beating from his father began to grow worse, they’d leave the boy in severe condition; not enough to kill him but just enough to make him wish he was. The pain wasn’t permanent but it clung and it caused something to fester within him, a great and unrelenting storm of hatred was born; each blow upon his body made it grow stronger. His admiration, his longing, his desire for his father's love was dead; he only wanted to make this man suffer. Marik would begin to train day in and day out staying out in the forest for a total of two years training in the wilderness, he would come back to the village on occasion to check in on his mother. He would eventually take up bounty hunting though being so young he had his fair share of beatings, and merchants swindled him for everything he was worth. Eventually he would strike it out on his own becoming a village vagrant.

When his mother’s illness grew severe he would decide to move back in, his father no longer moved to strike him but hate-filled the man's eyes. Eventually, when his mother passed things weren't the same at home anymore his father blamed the whole ordeal on him, they would constantly go back and forth. One would think years of training would give him the edge but this was not the case, he feared no man but the one who stood before him his brain hardwired to recoil at his father’s voice and grasp. These fights always ended with the boy running out of the house battered and beaten to his mother's grave where he would curl up shivering and sobbing as he drifted to sleep, this continued for years until he was twelve this time he fought back giving his father a firm knee to the nads. Normally for a guy that would be the end but it only infuriated his father more he would grab a knife off the kitchen table and slash his son across the face, he could have reacted, he could have disarmed his father, he could have pulled his knife in response but he didn’t he froze his primal fear kicking in. His brain screams for him to run as the foe before him has nearly killed him on multiple occasions, so he did what any animal with an escape route would do; he ran as fast and as far as his legs would carry him he ran and ran till his legs gave out beneath him.

The sound of his father did not follow him as he vanished into the night , unwanted and unneeded he fled and when he collapsed he didn't move again. his geart ached with a new found sadness as he lay beneath that cherry blossom , as the pain became numbness overtime. He wouldn't move for day's eventually he would starve to death beneath that tree the roots growing over his carcass sadly for him this was not the end. His soul would linger for many years no longer caring for anything else around it , simply wanting to rest and enjoy life his spirit bound to the cherry blossom tree would watch the humming birds come every year. He so longed to fly freely as they do simply sleeping and eating as they pleased , with this notion every time he saw them he would mindlessly fly twoard them only for his chain to remind him he was bound.

His last moments of clarity would be him grasping the chain within his hands , and tugging wrenching his soul apart so that he could experience his own listfull lazy desires. To sleep the days away and eat and roam as he pleased with no one to tell him otherwise , this was the existence he craved. When the chain was finally wrenched free , his soul would warp into a twisted mockery of the hummingbirds he so desperately wanted to be like. The bowels of hueco mundo would open up and swallow him hole , a world of carnage and bloody evolution would await the boy as he simply fights to survive in this new world and earn his resting place in what he perceives to be heaven.

[Kitai Yoru]

As this is just a change to the app, and not the powers, 1/1