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[Animum's Sacadila] Magnolia Everfrost [0-3 Sealed/ 0-2- Bankai /0-2+ in Shikokai]
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I. Basic Information
» Name: Magnolia Everfrost
» Nicknames: Embodiment of Lightning, Lightning Cleaver,
» Age: 400+
» Gender: Female
» Race:Shinigami
» Association: This is a reflection of Animum Desponde,
» Appearance:
Eyes like precious gold, Magnolia’s gaze is considered to be a golden yellow, with slight undertones of topaz that frame the outermost part of the eyes. This would be the most striking feature when one was to look at her face. Beyond her snow-kissed skin, which is luminous and unblemished. To many this would be a face that undoubtedly could be considered pleasing to the eyes, from her soft looks, and the resplendent glow of her skin. However it is marred, because her nose is ever so slightly twisted to the side, as if it had been broken. Other then that a small scar frames her left eye, this leads for even aesthetically speaking, for her to have the visage of a warrior. Even her flowing hair can be sometimes seen put up and braided so it remains out of the way in a fight. All these coupled with that strong angular facial structure of hers gives her the feel of an amazoness or some mighty female warrior that hold’s no regard for the state of well-being of her foes.
She stands at a height that is towering among women, but moderate for men. Roughly only standing at a height of 5’9’ she isn’t the tallest individual around. Although it is a mighty stature for any female, it is lacking in the martial world. However if one was to take a closer look at her, they would find that every inch of her body is but a sculpture comparable to the greek statues of old. While not visibly bulging, there is a lithe power about her, each of her muscles are defined to the point of clarity, yet still bound behind the soft satin of her skin. Then if one was to get even closer, they would find the small perforated mounds on her back and arms are not simply blemishes, each one in reality had been caused by knife-wounds or sword wounds, or finger gouging , claws and fangs. Her body speaks well of the map of bloodshed that she has led in her life. Yet these marring imperfections only speak more to her martial spirit, speaking of the countless foes that she has defeated up until this point.
Yet if one was to really scrutinize her body, they would find that her features are proportioned well, her tapering waist expands into a full rump and well developed hips, and on her chest she has a bust that is by no means small, yet not overbearing either. Probably in the C cup range when unbound would be a good guestimation as to what her true bra-size might be. However generally they seem to only look like A Cups or B Cups due to the fact that as a warrior she finds her breasts to merely be a cumbersome hindrance to her art. Thus if one was to delve past her modest attire they might be surprised to find a wrap adorning her naked chest. This wrap is the reason that for a vast majority of the time, she seems to be on the lackluster side when one thinks of natures bounty.
Then there is how she holds herself, as if one was to study her posture, her movements. They would find a poise in each and every one of those movements, a poise that clearly shows her prowess in the field of battle in another way. Not simply through her scars but because her movements are all full of power and might. As if she is projecting her domineering aura into the very signals she non-verbally sends out into the world itself. This means when one is observing her, they may find even simple actions like beckoning another being could take on an oppressive light. Beyond this visibly speaking she seems to always have her back straight, which can give off the visage of a warrior due to the discipline it ultimately conveys.
Finally if one was to observe her facial expressions they might find that, even her softest of smiles holds a power within them. Given at nature she is uncompromising and there is always a fire in her heart. Because of this aesthetically if she smiles, generally it gives her the persona of an asura, or a being that simply wishes to destroy. Or if she frowns, the subtle way that her eyes gleam might as well convey her dissatisfaction transparently to the world around her. It is because of all these things that generally speaking she visibly can be identified almost immediately as a warrior of some sort, even without her generally humble clothes of simple color, or her guerrilla fighter’s outfit.
» Purpose: Some of the plans for this inverse is to have an inverse of Animum that grew up without the yoke of despair within her, she lived a normal life, she was shaped by different experiences, She will be everything Animum never was, This will be the self whose power did not make individuals fear her. In a sense her plot will stem when they eventually meet, as she is everything Animum could have had if she did not go down the wrong path, she is the personification of the dreams of perfection animum has locked away deep within her heart. I’ve put some thought into this for awhile and i’ve come to the conclusion that either they will accept eachother and merge, or they will fight and one of them will die, but either way i also have some other plans for her.
One such plan is if it is allowed i will be having her join the soul society, as her whole purpose will be that she never abandoned the shinigami people, and upon coming to earth proper it would make sense that she joined to soul society, so she would be a new [mostly active] member that would add strength to the gotei and bolster their ranks. As for event’s i plan her to be fairly active in the soul society, and potentially stirring up more conflict in the world at large.
II. Personality
» Personality:
Honesty: Everfrost isn’t exactly known for telling half-truths or creative lies. She’s nothing but honest to a fault. This can lead to her getting into dicey or downright uncomfortable situations, but she as a person genuinely beleives that honesty is the best policy that a person can adopt. That by giving someone the complete unfiltered truth she is in turn able to give them the respect that they deserve. This is why no matter the situation be it something she did, something someone else did or something she has seen that she shouldn’t? She doesn’t make excuses or justifies it, she just tells the truth on the matter because it is important to her that she gives people the truth. This aspect of her personality might stem from the fact that she wishes to be someone that her parents can be proud of. Or might also stem from her honest upbringing but the fact of the matter is she doesn’t lie. She’d rather die than tell someone something that isn’t true, simply because thats how she is as a person.
What this doesn’t mean though is that she will tell just anyone the truth. If she doesn’t trust someone or deem them fit to have the truth she simply just will avoid the subject until it changes to one she can safely talk about. This is because if what she speaks is not the truth then why should she speak at all? She’d rather remain completely silent in the face of an unfavorable topic with a person she does not completely trust yet, than give them a half-truth that forces her to betray the very ideals that she as a person strives to uphold. This fits into her honesty trait quite nicely because even in her actions she won’t deceive someone. Even if it makes her a prude or a jerk-off she's just simply handling the situation in a way that works for her. Some situations she might be silent in would be giving out information to an enemy, ratting on a friend, or simply when asked personal information, any of these situations might warrant her to simply stop talking at a moment's notice.
Another interesting way she broadcasts this is if she’s irritated with someone, rather than let it build and fester into something ugly? She’s more likely to share that sentiment with the person directly, in a manner that while retains courtesy will be as direct and to the point as possible. This means she won’t go through a schpeel on how lovely the day is, or how pretty someone's outfit is if all she’s planning on doing is telling them to shut the everloving hell up. She’d much rather just say “Hey you, you’re irritating so shut your pie-hole” and then move on with the rest of her day because that is how she prioritizes things. However if it’s someone she cares about, the way she goes about things is much different. It’s less abrupt and has a softness to it. For example, if a friend had lost their pet cat, a cat they loved with all their heart and Everfrost found the cat flatter than a pancake on the side of the road? She’d first start the conversation by saying “I have some bad news you might brace yourself” and then she’d go into the bad news, but she’d try to state it in a way that was both comforting and also is as blunt as would be considered humane for the situation.
Finally this also shows itself in combat situations especially when in large-scale warfare. Given she isn’t going to skew numbers or hedge how things look to be going. She is the kind of person that will first give the facts on the situation, then she is going to give her own insight into how to remedy that situation. As she doesn’t feel that fluffer is needed when giving out that kind of information. Infact she believes fluffer is not only entirely unnecessary, but it also wastes valuable time which can almost always be utilized in better ways in the field of combat, especially in war-time situations. Hence instead of formal meetings she prefers more quick briefings which give concise information, update a person on the situation and then gets them where they need to go in record breaking time. The reason this is a part of her honesty is because the way she handles the field of battle is very much tied to her principles on giving the truth in it’s unabridged and uncensored state. As in her mind's eye when you give the truth, you are giving a person a tool. If you give them an inaccurate tool you are setting them up for failure. Hence she puts a great deal of thought into what she says as she is striving for the truth.
Ferocity: Despite her need for honesty at all times, Miss Everfrost is certainly as fierce as she comes, with a tenacious spirit and a penchant for brutality if need be. Now this isn’t to be confused with violence however as there is some stark differences between her ferocity and common-place violence. Her ferocity in most normal situations can be seen in her posture, in the gleam in her eyes which despite her comely manners and impeccable social skills, can be considered to be very. . Primal for a lack of a better word. Given this ferocity is the pressure she merely exerts from her presence alone. In social situations this can range anywhere from a steely stare, to even a passive aggressiveness that is conveyed through the subtle curvature of her shoulders maybe by her straightening her spine. There is a plethora of different ways in which she can convey this Ferocity if it comes to nonverbal cues. This could possibly stem from the later years in her life being spent as someone who was acutely aware of the consequences of fighting another person, and being subjected to many wars.
Now Verbally her ferocity can be seen simply because of how she speaks when irritated. Her word choice can be both intrusive and very standoffish when need be and in tense situation’s this can lead to a number of problems. Mostly because of the fact that not only can she come off as standoffish, but she also doesn’t lie at all, instead she is completely honest which means she is more than capable of telling horrible truths without batting an eye to someone she is unsympathetic towards. Not only that but she also is known to give out threats in the form of sweetly veiled promises if need be, promises that she tends to return to collect later. So these can be certainly considered fierce but there is more than just simply her choice of words and non-verbals such as posture and the look in her eyes that makes her ferocious.
There is also the fact that she at the end of the day a Guerilla fighter. She isn’t really picky on how she takes an opponent down so long as it doesn’t clash with her morality or her strange little quirk about constantly telling the truth. This means that she is more than capable of taking the truth and utilizing it as a weapon when need be. She barks orders and doesn’t take back-talk as an affirmative. Rather if someone was to backtalk her in the field when there is important matters afoot? She’d be more likely to backhand the poor chap into next week then to take it with a smile and move on with her life. Beyond these facts there’s also the matter of her being more than willing to use fairly risky methods if need be to win a fight. Simply because to her everything has it’s risks it’s simply a matter of weighing benefits, weaknesses, and then getting on with it. So in the field of battle she is fierce because she doesn’t stop, she doesn’t mourn she gets what she needs to be done , done with brutal efficiency.
Finally there is her ferocity with friends, which is geared more towards a protective streak than an actual standoffish type. She is more than willing to destroy anyone who harms those she considers either comrades, or friends. This doesn’t exclude warring with entire factions, or with entire species if need be to protect those she considers to be important to her, or important in the sense that they are useful. It is primarily for this reason that despite her the goodness in her she has for so long picked the path of a guerilla fighter. It simply fits the purpose that she intends it to far better than most other paths she could pursue. You could say she picked it primarily because of the ferocious streak she has in the first place.
Unbreakable Spirit: One of her defining traits is her unbreakable spirit. If anything everfrost is not the kind of gal to balk under duress. This can be seen even in social settings in which she is communicating with other beings. Through an uncompromising spirit she doesn’t generally barter with people. She is very much so uncompromising simply because in her life she has needed to maintain a harsh and uncompromising spirit. This means naturally she is very rigid, when she is dealing with others she adopts very much a my way or the highway approach that stems from the fact that she believes that solidarity is a strength that is there to be exploited. That uniting under a common direction is preferred when compared to having multiple people doing many different things at once. Hence she is known for her iron hand in which she guides people, she doesn’t hide her opinions, she doesn’t second guess herself when she acts simply because she believes what she does to be the right way to do it. Call it pride, call it folly this is just the way that she operates when interacting with other people, be it a friend or a foe she generally maintains this bull-headed persona without much variation.
In combat this can be seen when under assault from psychological or even physical damage. She doesn’t stop when hurt rather she keeps going. Pain is something that almost seems to hold no sway over this girl. Be it emotional pain, or physical pain they both are considered to be something to her that is entirely unneeded and irrelevant. She manhandles them into submission for the sake of the greater good. This is why even in the grimmest of situations she is like an immovable mountain in the eye of a storm. She will not stop she will not be halted unless in doing so she is able to protect something or someone. Such as if someone was going to be harmed in the crosshairs of the fight then chances are she would stop simply because she values the well being of innocents. That being said to her power doesn’t equate to a reason to back out of a fight. She believes the outcome is due to ones skills and ones determination. This is why even if it was a god or a devil she would fight it. Even if it broke her and took everything she held dear she would continue to fight it, because if she starts a fight she is going to finish it.
For friends and family this can be seen in a gentler light even if it doesn’t often seem that way. She will guide those she holds dear, yet she will also listen to them because they have wormed their way into a special niche that is her compassion. For them she is willing to converse and talk to, if that is what is needed to get to the very core of an issue. However if it is for their protection she can be quite the tyrant. She is not above becoming hated by those she loves if that is what is needed to keep them safe. Even if she must become a devil herself or make a deal with some long lost diety for those who she protects and cares for she will do so. Because she feels it is her duty to protect them. It is a part of her uncompromising and unbreakable will because so long as she can hoist her blade, so long as she can manifest her powers she is most likely going to continue to fight, even if it means that she has to harm herself or go through harm.
In short she does not falter in the face of adversity, she does not halt in the face of friends. She does not stop unless it is for a reason, she knows the path she wishes to take and she continues down that path to the end. If she starts something she finishes it, if she needs to become a demon, she becomes a demon. If she becomes a hero she becomes a hero, however even heaven and hell themselves are not enough to stop her if they end up in her way, that is what is considered an unbreakable spirit for her.
Rowdy: Another interesting aspect that emerged in the later years of her life, is Magnolia is rowdy. She is loud sometimes and doesn’t always need to see eye to eye with people. For example, in a tavern full of men, she could very well be the loudest of the bunch. This kind of rowdiness doesn’t exactly stem from booze, or fights though. It is a general social aspect about her which can be seen in any number of situations. Because she is an intense person, she isn’t one who is going to be soft-spoke or reserved, she’d rather roar her opinion for the whole world to hear, than say keep her thoughts to herself and pretend to be something she isn’t. This also means she isn’t above raising hell if that's what it takes to get her point across, be it being passive-agressive in a situation, or actually aggressive it doesn’t really make a difference to her.
When in good company, this can be seen with her smiles, or with how she speaks, given she’s a rather loud person! She also doesn’t really act like a lady, she’d much rather act like an unrestrained warrior than a dainty little lass any day. Because of this she isn’t really what one would call refined, she is very much so a tom-boy to the point that if you didn’t see the curves on her body, she’d be easy to mistake for a crude, obnoxious male. Belching included, because she has been on the battlefield many more times than she can count, because of it she learned that if she lets social parameters restrain her, she will never truly become her own person. She’d much rather be considered crude, or uncultured, than be bound by the expectations someone has of her.
This can easily manifest when having a good spar or brawl as well, given she’s pretty verbal with her emotions. If she’s amused she can chuckle, [Not giggle] Or she could outright laugh, if she acknowledges something she might grunt, rather than elaborate, or she could whoop if she’s having a ball. A lot of it really is based on what kind of situation she finds herself in.
III. History
» History:
Childhood years:
Magnolia Everfrost was born within the inverse soul society. After rebirth from inverse earth where her parents had died in a car accident. Growing up in the soul society she knew she was different. Where many kids played and lives in vibrant cities, blissfully unaware of their own powers, their abilities everything that made a shinigami a shinigami, well Magnolia’s power was exponentially greater, electrical appliances easily short circuited around her. Her reishi signature often caused small children around her to be hurt, even if she didn’t want to harm them. Some kids got fractured arm’s some got fractured legs, some passed out from her powers even as a kid on the spot. She often wondered why she was different, why it mattered to parents that she was stronger than her playmates. As a kid growing up with this abnormal skill it became apparent to her at an early age that children and parents viewed the strong as outcasts, freaks, monsters. Because often she was ridiculed because of her power, her strength, simply because she couldn’t control it.
Many days magnolia came home crying to her parents talking about how children in her group refused to play with her, or that they avoided her, or parents shouted at her when she made a mistake and accidentally harmed a child. It was the same thing, because she couldn’t control her abilities, her powers. Because of it she was hated, scorned, an outcast of society and unable to really bond with anyone. Her parents tried everything to help her, her mother cried many nights because of the mistreatment of her child. As every mother wants a child that was able to be loved, to be nurtured and to grow. But no matter what the woman tried she could not get anyone to befriend her child, no parents wished to set up playdates, no one nothing, nada, zilch.However Magnolia eventually learned to dry her tears.
It didn’t mean the pain of being an outcast had gotten any less for her, in fact it hurt every time someone avoided her, someone called her a freak, Or someone decided that their child was better off going elsewhere to learn since it was a dangerous environment with everfrost around. It got to the point that magnolia everfrost chose to instead of dealing with these people to seclude herself entirely, as a child she decided to devote her time to self discovery, self improvement and managing the unruly power that seemed to dictate her life. She vowed to herself that she wouldn’t become a slave to the power that she held, that instead she would become it’s master, that she would rise above it and show the world that she was not to be feared, that she could contribute just as much as the next person. It was that thought that drove her one night to ask her mother, if she could train, if she could lead the life of seclusion that others managed to take in the quest for power. She wished to learn exactly how much power she could gather , how much strength she could muster.
In all in everfrosts mind she needed to become someone people could respect, someone people could rely on. She wished to be a child that her parents would never have to cry over again. Instead she wished to be the reason her parents smiled, she wished to make them proud of their child. It was a strange thing, seeing a child that wished so hard to succeed, a child that didn’t care that she had been dealt a bad hand. Instead she didn’t picture herself even in her child-like body as a weak sniveling girl bound by her own fate, she pictured herself as a steady warrior, and that was how she presented herself to her parents, back straight, chin pointing straight ahead. Proud, and dignified, or as dignified as a 6 year old girl could ever be, and she remembered clearly the look on her parents face. Her mom looked close to tears, but her father, well her father looked proud, proud to have a daughter like her, and that gave her the courage to say quite bluntly, since even as a child she had a keen understanding on how the world really worked.
”..I’m not going to study with the other children anymore, not until i can truly control the powers i possess.”
Her parent’s didn’t argue, which was strange since normally they’d have flayed her alive for such a proclamation. However what everfrost failed to understand at the time was, since the past year she had already outstripped her parents in energy, she was so strong that they looked like pale candles in respect to her energy which in comparison might as well be the light of the sun. So when she decided this they didn’t even try to stop her, instead they reinforced their home, and converted the large backyard into a training yard for the child, that was where she spent every second of her days as a child, learning to become stronger.
Learning About Electricity
As she trained she began to notice that her energy naturally caused electrical devices to malfunction. The more she saw this the more she wondered why. Why was it that she naturally destroyed anything electronic that was in sight? Often she had felt it, the stirring of electricity around her but she hadn’t known why it affected her so much, so it was to her suprise on day when she was trying to use kido, actually she was trying to use Hadō number 31 shakkaho, and instead she ended up firing a bolt of lightning into the ground infront of her, the force sending her child-like body back around fifteen feet against the side of the house, burns covered her arms in the wake of her discovery, however instead of it being merely painful for her, a grin spread across the child’s lips, even with the shock, the suprise and the confusion- she was happy. Happy because there had been a breakthrough that she had regarding her abilities. It seemed she had some sort of lightning element to her powers.
Experimenting she then tried to form a ball of lightning in her hand, first all she got was a few sparks and a sensation of heat, scalding heat that burned her palms due to the fact that she hadn’t any lightning resistance at the time, in term’s of ability she was a new born babe, one that hadn’t even the power to defend against the very abilities she wished to wield. So it was a struggle for her, similar to someone who hasn’t worked out trying to lift 200 pounds right off the bat, she couldn’t do it, and she got burns from what electricity she did manage to obtain, but it was progress, it was undeniable progress that had the girl clench her burned hand, and winced at the pain as she said in that high-pitched and tiny tone that only a child could pull off with such conviction.
”..I can Do This. “
And she did, slowly she began to work on ways to channel her energy. Such as through kido, barrier techniques, through thing’s like shakkaho. She would try to make the blast and then instead of firing it she would use the spell and begin to manipulate and add electricity into it, although it wasn’t a perfect technique. Infact the first time she even tried it Everfrost was sent flying as the ability imploded and ceased to work, the bumps and the bruises she got from that incident caused her to have to remain bedridden eating nothing but porridge for weeks. However that wasn’t what she fixated on, instead it was that she had managed to control her powers even just a tiny bit, that was the important part, it was progress.
This progress allowed her to begin working towards a goal. In her mind's eye she could see it a future in which she was not afraid of her powers. A future in which she was able to truly embrace them to become their master and their better. It was the goal in which she worked and put everything towards. Many days spent manipulating electricity working on mastering the flow which ran across her fingertips like static. It wasn’t easy though, it took her months before she could manifest even the smallest bolt of lightning without aid of using it through the medium of kido. Because it took so long she often came in doors at the end of the day so exhausted that she felt like she was burning all over from the electricity she wielded. Burns covered her arms day after day, wounds criscrossed her back and torso from explosions that happened in failure, pain radiated through every little bit of her body and yet she didn’t stop.
No even when asked why she was pushing herself so hard her answer was merely. ”Because i don’t want to be a monster” She wished to learn and get stronger to master the powers that lurked deep inside her even if it meant that she had to abandon everything else in pursuit of this power. She vowed she would gain control over it and as months eventually began to bleed into years she really learned to control the unruly power that flowed through her veins, as she grew from a child to an adult of 16 years in age she had gotten to the point in which she could control and bend her electricity to her will. She could manipulate it and use it to create just about anything she pleased and yet even then there was a problem. No one accepted that she was the master of her own power, many still had been afraid of her of the potential she had for great destruction for disaster to strike. As her powers grew so did the fear from the people who truly had been afraid of her.
Devil, monster, beast. Many hurtful names plastered on the walls of the house, many hurtful names came in papers that had been shoved under the door. Her elderly mother was at a wits end and she knew that something had to give, something had to change or her mother would finally go crazy. So she set out after learning her powers and tried to curb peoples opinions of her. Walking down the street she wondered why the world was so cruel to her? As rotten food and names had been thrown at her she looked out at the world around her through dulled eyes as her body quivered with the indignation the rancid stench covering her making her embarrassed. It made her wish that she was never born, and she wondered why luck had forsaken her and yet she continued to say a single thing in the midst of the crowd. ”..Do with me what you will, but leave my family out of it, they have done no wrong to deserve this!!”
Unbeknownst to her though the likes of the shinigami who ruled over the city had been sent to dispatch her parents. They shinigami who were a militaristic force that didn’t govern regally over the lands but rather did the dirty work to lay the foundation for the aristocracy that ruled. So as she was walking amonst the people her eyes lidded from the suns glare trying to clear the name of her parents the ruthless shinigami drew ever nearer. Some even had waited till she was gone simply because even at her young age she was the strongest shinigami in the city. The aristocracy who had been shinigami of pure blooded families feared the parents who had been able to sire such a strong offspring and thus, they snuck in while Magnolia was gone and they brutally slaughtered them her mother and father. Yet she didn’t know this yet instead as she continued to wander through the streets pleading even as her clothes had been torn hanging from her body and her pure blond hair was matted with rotting food.
Eventually a noble had come up to her looking down at her with a lidded gaze, his impeccable clothing gleaming in the light, a pristine white, as the nobles of this particular city thought white was the color of the ruling class, and only those of the aristocracy could wear it’s sacred color, had said to the girl as the crowd parted. ”..Girl do not fear your parents will not be held accountable for your actions, go back to them. “ Everfrost’s eyes widened as tears brimmed to her face and she thought. “Finally i can really free them of the burden that housing me has become, they will no longer be prosecuted by the masses.” She was estatic and quickly went home, however when her back was turned the noble had merely said. . ”..What a poor child.” and left. Maybe the noble knew what had happened and had tried offering her the smallest bit of solace, however when she got home it was easily around nightfall.
The house what quiet when she got there and as she pushed away the worn wooden door. Her head peeking around the corner as she said softly. ”Mother? . . . Father?” No one answered. So she had begun moving through the house and then she found a sight that caused for her to drop to her knee’s her hands resting atop her head, the room was covered in crimson blood, and her parents had been hacked to pieces. Her expression had remained impassive as she had fallen into the darkness, the pain being too much for her to comprehend at this point. She didn’t want it. . She didn’t want her parents to have died, even the stench had remained negligible as it filled her nostrils. As she bent down and picked up the trunk of her mother’s defiled corpse and looked at it, as if she couldn’t register what was right in front of her eyes. She picked up her mother's head and tried putting her back together even though she couldn't do it.
That was when she dropped the body as the head rolled off and she bent over the decapitated head tears streaming from her face. Looking at the blood that covered her hands the blood of her wonderful parents. She couldn’t help what happened next when she screamed, the lightning slammed down from the sky and blew up the roof, it decimated the house completely and everfrost shook her head from one side to the other trying to refute what was clearly infront of her eyes before she had stared at it and put two and two together. The city had killed her parents for some reason or another, and it was in that moment as she vowed to find out why and gain power she felt the stirring inside of her , thunder booming outside as an ancient voice said to her.
”..Do you seek power?”
Her reply was right as rain, as faint as the wind, but as ferocious as a storm.
”..I wish for power, I wish for the power to bring justice to my ancestors, to proudly rise up in their stead.”
It was eloquent, the words spoken by a child, a child so begotten with grief and hatred, that at this point tears of blood ran down her pretty moon-kissed skin. Forming streams that contoured to her face, dripping from her chin to the ground. How she lamented in her powerlessness, the cruelty of a word she simply could not change. It was in this moment that the sky opened up to her and the outside world simply fled from her sight. In her eyes it was as if she was floating in the dangai realm, or in the void. There was nothing to be seen, nothing to be gained. It was as if everything that she stood for was . . . without a better term for it, simply whisked away and made pointless. The thought that this was, well her end had crossed her mind. Yet then in that moment, in that place, a thunderbolt lit up the skies and boomed as if some long-lost being had finally descended from the heavens themselves.
The volume of lightning that rained from the grief-stricken body of the girl was by no means a small amount, It filled the building and caused for it to be set ablaze, the fire was extinguished by the superior force that ran through it. In this moment the very air charged with static became a conduit in which this monstrous power was vented. The building simply was incinerated in a second, and in the midst of broken timber the body of the girl lay, covered in ash. Yet that wasn’t what was important, in the girl’s mind she was standing in a world that was borne from thunderclouds. The rumbling gray expanse was without end, nor beginning. It simply was endless, and in this world there was a being that stood atop a throne that was perched on a coiling dragon. This being whose golden gaze shifted down and took in the ragged girl was one full of contempt. Contempt for the girls situation, contempt for her lack of strength. Truly this was a pretentious being whose nature was that of pride. This was their first meeting, and the being that sat atop that throne of gold and alabaster did not yet care for this girl. To him, she was merely a weak vassal that had been born to fit him, a tiger among spirits, a dragon among men.
It could be said that at this point in time, the Zanpakutō spirit’s very nature was pride incarnate. He had complete faith in his powers, and this dictated his snark and sass. All he said when he was upon that throne was a declaration. He did not give her any tips to build upon, for he wished for nothing less than to see the latent talent that was hidden within her soul. His booming voice echoed like thunder itself, lightning clashing in the clouds.
”..Wrest it from me.”
At this point Magnolia’s expression glittered dangerously. Even at this tender age she had a backbone that was borne from her desire. The desire of becoming strong enough to stand in this cruel world, to make her ancestors proud of her, of this accursed blood that she possessed. It was because of this, that magnolia stood in the brunt of the storm that was opening up infront of her. The lightning clashing all around her, like bombs blowing up the clouds and blinding her with their glare. In her nose all she could smell was the stench of singed hair, and feel the burns that covered her body and yet she took a step into the throng of ceaselessly discharging electricity. It was here that one strike struck her , spots appearing in her eyes. Two strikes collided with her small child-like frame and she was sent flying backwards. From there it would be countless strikes that wracked her body. Each strike more potent than it’s predecessor until truly the whole inner world was lit by the corona of electrical sparks that came off from the girls body.
After awhile, the girl had become numb to the point that everything, even her own existence faded into a state of meaningless fodder. It was this precipice that she reached, a place where in her mind's eye it seemed like the entirety of reality was but a blip that would pass by in moments, returning her to the void. T’was a strange place for a young girl such as magnolia, however in this precipice with subjugation of mind and spirit drawing near, she found something. She found reason in a memory, one that was as sweet and as vivid as if it had happened but moments before. The memory of her mother and father doting on her, it was this memory that caused her to focus and expand her willpower. Eventually the quivering limbs of this child began to move, pushing her up. Resisting the lightning that flowed through her veins.
”..Hmm?”
The spirit raised a brow, as he watched from his throne, intrigued that the girl had managed to move in that field of endless lightning. Honestly surprised as the child had gotten to her feet, her ragged blond hair burning.
”..You, will give me power. “
Her voice was soft, but it held such power behind it. Authoritative, and domineering. It was powerful enough to even make this Zanpakutō spirit feel a glacial chill deep within his bones. Currently the child began to walk forth in the lightning, blood running from the soles of her feet to dissipate into the clouds. Even as her clothes had been burned away by the lightning, even as her skin charred black and blistered red from the energy. She walked on, because in her mind. In the mind of magnolia, everything else had faded away. It was as if the heavens above, and the earth below simply ceased in her genuine state of willpower which overshadowed everything else. Instinctually, she followed the energy signature to it’s core, a jagged scimitar which looked old and broken, as if it had been there for many years to be battered by the elements. Then as if it was the single easiest thing ever, the girl had reached forth as lightning devoured her skin and grasped the handle of the blade.
Blood mixed with energy as bit by bit, the girl drew it from the earth;the Zanpakutō’s expression changing to one of respect. Arrogant this Zanpakutō may be, it still respected hard work and effort. Yet this little girl was basically robbing him! How couldn’t he, a proud Zanpakutō spirit not hold this ruthless lass in anything other than a gaze of respect?! As the girl had pulled the sword out eventually the lightning eclipsed all else, this young girl who hadn’t even reached maturity stood with the poise of a warrior. Her expression sharp like the blade of a sword, yet clear like the air. At such a tender and young age, Magnolia’s eyes could be said to be a window into her soul, and currently they exuded such a frightful determination borne from immense sorrow. At this point the little girl looked up at the male, her expression anything but childlike, yet holding naivety in it from her young age that was easy to discern.
”..What now?”
This statement caused the Zanpakutō’s face to twitch, a smile spreading across his face. In that moment the Zanpakutō vanished and appeared in front of the girl. His golden gaze looking down at magnolia. To which Magnolia’s own gaze merely looked up, it was then that the male brought his hand forward and within it there was but a spark. Yet this spark could be called the kernel of knowledge that the Zanpakutō possessed. Within it the knowledge of the Zanpakutō was almighty when in regards to the blade in which it resided in. It was this kernel that the Zanpakutō had pressed against the girls breast-bone, causing it to sink in and fill the girls body with an astonishing amount of both martial knowledge, and overwhelming power.
”AAAAAAAAAAAH
Her screams pierced the landscape, and she curled up into a tiny child-sized ball on the ground. Pain, mind-numbing and body rending pain shot through her systems as the lightning burned through her body, it opened up her spiritual channels even wider, and knowledge continued to become crammed inside of her head. So much knowledge floated inside of her head, the equivalent hundreds upon hundreds of years of knowledge about her Zanpakutō slid inside of her mind and it was a trove, surely. But it also was not that easy, for even if the knowledge was there she had to be worthy of it. It wasn’t that she suddenly was able to utilize her abilities perfectly, in fact she still only was able to wield the blade alone. Instead it meant that once she became worthy of that stage, the knowledge would unlock.
It was after all this knowledge, the hundreds of years of battle-experience of her spirit passed into her mind, that she passed out within this inner world. The spirit raijin’s dry, dry chuckle being the absolute last thing she heard before falling into a state of unconsciousness.
”Drip . . Drip. . Rumble Boom.”
The sound of thunder was eclipsed by a heavy rain that fell from above. Her stirring consciousness could feel the water as it beat down upon her mud-covered face. She slowly raised herself from the mud that had filled the now ruined crater in the center of what had once been her humble home. The scent of ash and burning wood still lingered in the air as the sound of hooves could be heard echoing in the distance. Horses seemed to line up at the site of all this destruction, and these horsemen came from the outer district as some of the near by lords had noticed the beginning signs of a fire. They had rushed over to help combat the blaze but in it’s wake they had found a lone girl with a pair of swords in her hands standing in the midst of the burning charred remains of a family dwelling. Caked on mud and blood adorned her features and the bodies had been vaporized by the initial lightning strike.
Their initial thoughts were hard to really understand. Some wanted to hang this girl, but one man eventually came forth and took of his haori, draping the ceremonial garb around the female to cover her shivering frame from the rain that beat down upon them from above. Magnolia didn’t say anything, she merely continued to quiver as she realized that her parents really were gone, that nothing would bring them back. Truly it was at this time that a gaping void was ripped open in her heart, one that left the small girl feeling only numbness and a glacial chill deep within her veins. She didn’t put up very much resistance when she was led onto the horse, and the male whose name was Atsuya and at the time, Magnolia didn’t really pay much attention to the fact she was being taken somewhere. All she cared about was the two most important people in her entire life would never return.
The dull sound of hooves pounding against the pavement echoed in her ears while she was whisked away from that hellish nightmare, the flames in the sky beginning to spread even beyond the area they had originally been in. Even with the rain slowing down the blaze, it spread quite a good ways until eventually people from all over, the elusive shinigami’s of this city began to combat the blaze with supernatural means. But by that time, Atsuya and Magnolia both had been long gone, out of the city into a manor in the outskirts that no one really knew about. This was the location of the Edo clan. A small clan which had a population of around 200 people, all of which lived within the Edo manor, a sprawling house that was set on a plot of land that was probably around 50 miles squared. Once a prominent clan in the City State, they had over generations of not having shinigami birthed into their clan, and simply being mundane pluses they ended up in the state they could be seen today as, which could be considered in decay.
As they neared the manor, Atsuya could be heard asking Magnolia if she wished to stay with him. Her reply was a dull yes, because she had nowhere else to go. She also refused to leave this city state before she got her revenge, and thus the platform was laid for her, an existence which the major lords and leaders of the city presumed to be dead.
Adolescence -5 years later. . .
”Nine Thousand Six Hundred Forty One . .”
”Nine Thousand Six Hundred Forty Two . . “
”Whew”
In the faint morning light a girl had been doing squats with a ten-ton boulder on her back. Glistening sweat rolled of the figure of a young woman, whose eyes the color of precious gold gazed out in the midst of her own private court-yard. After setting the boulder down, she had shifted and exhaled before centering herself. It had been five years since the fateful night she had been brought here, and magnolia was not the kind of person to sit idly by in a stupor of fear and desparation. Instead she had been training, brutally training herself to near-death each and every day these past five years. All her blood, and tears had gone into honing the skills that she sought to master. This was why in this state of calm, centering herself the the fifteen year old girl had a peculiar rod in the middle of her courtyard surrounded by a strange alloy.
This rod to many looked to be light, but the fact was it weighed at least seventy tons. Grasping the rod she exhaled and tried a technique she had perfected through electricity manipulation. It was known as Weightless Mountain, upon her fingers curling around the cool hard metal she tried lifting it. The heavy rod was lifted almost as it it only weighed around four tons rather than a whopped seventy. It was manageable for her who could lift a ten ton boulder and use it to do squats a couple thousand times
Soon her body began to move in a graceful flourish, the rod twirling as a blackened grey blur in the midst of her delicate hands. First scything to the left side, then coming around diagonally infront of her, each motion was timed with careful steps, causing her to look graceful and refined as beads of sweat glittered in the light, flying like precious droplets from her petite frame.
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