Tyrant Hunger [Approved 3-4; Arrancar]

6-Tier: Allowed all beginners.
5-Tier: Allowed all beginners.
4-Tier: Allowed 1 Adept, 3 Beginner
3-Tier: Allowed 3 Adept, 1 Beginner
2-Tier: Allowed 2 Advanced, 2 Adept
1-Tier: Allowed 1 Elite, 2 Advanced, 1 Adept
0-5 Tier: Allowed 1 Elite, 3 Advanced

NOTE: There can be exceptions you can discuss with staff if the character's themes and masteries etc, are better suited to a different configuration. Let us know when after we approve your character if something along those lines is something you want for your character. e.g If your character isn't particularly quick but the force in their strikes are massive, so you could take a hit to their speed and drop it a level in exchange for raising your strength

A small group of five men had come to her client’s manor, seeking out his precious items and hoping for some monetary gain. This group In particular was inexperienced when it came to actually checking their targets. That and it could be considered that they too greedy and impatient to double check since all they had in mind was robbing the house and doing it as fast as possible. The thieves all wore light clothing and were all male. The only thing differentiating them was their hairstyles and colours, or in the case of one, the lack of hair. They stationed themselves in the woods near the mansion and waited for the perfect time when they were sure that the man they were planning to rob from was out of the house. They didn’t worry about the defences and the staff since they had been planning this for weeks. They mobilized, separating into five one man cells to cover more of the area and in turn steal even more. With a calm silence, the five men moved into their areas, unknown to them that Margaret had spotted one of them enter the manor from her vantage point in the sky.

Margaret sighed in exasperation as she spotted a suspicious individual come in. So much for having a calm job, then, time to get to work. She gently floated downwards and tailed the green haired man, tailing him as silently as possible. She saw that he was heading for the garden and decided to act now. She darted forward and rammed into the thief, sending him flying towards some bushes and disappearing into the lush green. The red thief was confused; all he saw was a blur of purple and black before he was sent spiralling into a bush. A very thorny rose bush adorned with luscious crimson flowers bejewelled in droplets of dew. He yelped in pain before jumping out and jumping about, trying to shake off and plucks as many thorns as he can to ease his pain. Then he turned angrily at his attacker, dagger being drawn from his sheathe at the belt. “Alright what’s the big idea ‘ere?” He spouted angrily as he focused on his source of anger. Margaret looked the at red thief up and down and then at the dagger before shrugging. “Please, leave.” She said, trying to hide a giggle at the prospect of fighting a lowly thief by his lonesome. “Girl yous far too youn’ for me to take orders from, hows about you go away and I won’t hurt you.” The red thief said, brandishing his dagger. Seeing this, Margaret couldn’t help herself anymore and giggled. It was funny to think that this thief was trying to challenge her. This set the man off and charged at her with a yell. His dagger was poised high, aiming to stab downwards into her neck. Margaret quickly yanked her scythe and brought it down crashing onto the red haired thief’s head, knocking him out and making the dagger clatter to the ground. “I wonder if there are more of you…” She wondered before picking the man up and dragging him somewhere where he could be contained. She called to attention one of the maids and asked where she could keep the captured thief until the authorities come. The maid suggested in one of the large empty cages in the kennel. Margaret thought about it for a bit and nodded. “That’s seems okay, could you kindly lead me to the cage?” She asked. The maid nodded and began to lead her to the back of the manor, the kennel was decently large. She could her dogs barking loudly as they approached. “Huh, Mr. Watson must really like his dogs huh?” She said as they neared. She dragged the thief into a large cage and slammed it shut. “That seems good. Thank you for leading me here!” She thanked the maid as she left to patrol. One thief had gotten in so there might be a chance that there were others.

A blue haired thief had managed to get in through a hidden hole in the shiny fence. He crawled through and immediately dashed for cover in the trees. His breathing became quiet as he plotted out a route for him to get through. Quietly, he sneaked his way to the fountain where he hid as some of the butlers passed by. The blue haired thief was no slouch, he knew what he was doing. Silently, he moved to find an open window for him to crawl into. He spent quite some time trying to find a way in. From above, Margaret watched the blue haired thief like a mischievous demon getting ready to pull the rug out from under someone in an incredibly violent manner. The blue haired thief froze and ducked as more people passed by and breathed a sigh of relief when he could move again. He found an open window, it was enticing him with ideas of fortune beyond his wildest dream, respect from his fellow thieves, enjoyment and all the good stuff for the rest of his life. He looked around and checked if the coast was clear before making a mad dash for the window. “He didn’t look up.” Margaret said as she aimed her hand down while moving to followed the thief’s movements. The thief was getting closer and closer to the window. He was almost there, just a few more meters and he would be in. Electricity sparked from the elemental master’s hand as it kept trailing movements of the blue haired thief. ‘Almost there! Almost there!’ The blue haired thief thought excitedly as he urged himself to move faster. Electric crackles coming from Margaret’s hand intensified, stray sparks soared through the air as she prepared to fire her spell. The thief was at the window. He was panting in exhaustion but felt proud of himself. He had managed to infiltrate the manor of Mr. Watson. He gave himself a pat on the back before moving to enter the window in a swift manner.

“And SMITE!” She said as Smite fired onto the poor blue haired thief. The thief heard the yell and turned to see where it was coming from. He finally managed to look up before he was struck by Margaret’s magical lightning spell. He spasmed and twitched hysterically for a bit before he crumpled to the floor knocked out cold. Margaret smiled at her work before moving in to grab the thief by the leg and dragging him to the cage in the kennel. She quickly opened the cage door and tossed him, well, more of threw the thief, in before slamming the door shut and making sure it was locked. “Wow, you guys are just crawling out of the woodwork now aren’t you?” She said as she paced in front of the cage back and forth. The two thieves were still knocked out so she was mostly holding a conversation with herself. “You must be very unlucky, picking to steal on the day that I come here. Oh well…” She said as she walked away from the cage. “It makes my job a lot more exciting…although I really wish you hadn’t chosen to come today you poorbrained nitwits…” She grumbled the last part, making it comprehensible to only her. “Come to think of it…” She paused before beginning to fly upwards and seek out anymore of the possible thieves. “There should probably be more of you since this is a big place to steal from.” She said before she took to the skies, cloak billowing in the draft that her gentle flight made. This time she was going to take a different approach in dealing with the intruders. She gave a small savage grin as she looked down onto the manor grounds.

The black haired thief took a different approach and entered through the side of Mr. Watson’s massive manor. Unfortunately for him though, he h had come and entered the dreaded hedge maze. Margaret found it utterly hilarious that the thieves were tiring themselves out by getting themselves into these situations and leaving her for the clean-up, utterly hilarious. That was until she realized that it basically made her a combat maid and she wasn’t sure how that made her feel. She sat down at her perch and pondered about how it made her feel. She ignored the black haired thief for a bit, he wasn’t going anywhere. She sat there for a few minutes, really thinking about it until a scream of frustration interrupted her thinking. She looked down and saw that the thief had managed to loop around and end up exactly where he entered. She laughed a bit and decided to watch the thief struggle a lot, lying down on her rooftop perch, cushioning her chin under arms. Her weapon lay by her side ready for her to grab it in a moment’s notice. The poor thief was having the worst time of his life. The hedge maze was the worst thing for an undereducated thief, or basically anything that pertained to mental strength, basically puzzles. But even then, rodents can find their way around mazes if given enough tries. There might not be any cheese in the maze, but wealth is just as good as an incentive for him to keep trying. And thus, like a rat in a maze in search of cheese, the thief kept going at it like there was no tomorrow. He kept getting lost for each try but he got a bit further every time. Sometimes he forgot where a dead end was or where he was supposed to turn but he kept returning to the start, eager to keep trying until he reached the other side. Margaret laid idly by, legs swinging in the air as she continued to watch the thief keep trying. “For a criminal doing this for ultimately no purpose, he sure is persistent.” She said with a giggle as her eyes followed the thief stop at another dead end. “Why does this maze have to be so damn big!” She heard the thief yell out before he went back to the start. She let out a laugh at that. “It’s not big you fool! It’s that you keep starting from the beginning; I don’t know why you just don’t backtrack of climb over the hedge. Heck you could even go around the maze!” She said but remained unheard by the thief. She could see that the thief was slowly edging ever closer to the edge. A few more tries would guarantee that he would be able to finally exit the maze. “Well, one thing can be said about you guys, you sure are a persistent bunch, for thieves of course.” She said as she began to stand up and stretch her limbs and back. “But since you guy are almost done!” She said before she kicked Grim Nemesis into the air and snatched it with a waiting free hand. The weapon twirled in her fingers a few times before she suddenly stopped its motion and locked the scythe blade down, letting her use her weapon’s spear function. With a drawn breath and practised ease she drew her weapon back and began to drift through the air, getting ready to unleash it on the unsuspecting thief. The thief was almost at the exit of the hedge maze. She would’ve applauded if not for the fact that she was going to strike him down. “Yes! I finally did it! Now I can enter the manor and-“ The rest of the sentence was unfinished as the feminine cry if a certain female elemental master rang true from above him. “Thanatos Despero!” She screamed as the spear left her hand and went flying into the thief. He doubled over in pain as the spear phased through him. The spear returned and relocked into a scythe as Margaret came swinging down on the thief’s head using the non-bladed portion of Grim Nemesis.

The sound of blunt weapon part hitting flesh and bone rang true. The black haired thief went down into a crumpled heap almost comically; it seemed that his arms were raised in futile defence were cushioning him. It was an odd sight for the maid that came by but Margaret waved her away with a polite ‘I’m good here’. The black thief was unceremoniously dragged away to the cages, not even caring if the poor man’s head kept knocking onto the ground with nothing to prevent it. One of the butlers was already standing by to open the cage. With a curt nod, the butler opened the cage to receive the third thief. She sent him flying into the cage, knocking into his two companions, one of which let out a low groan of pain but otherwise remained unconscious whilst the cage door shut and locked.

“Maybe I should let them fight me a bit next time? Hmm…” She said as she floated away from the cage. “I don’t have much to do but stop them, I might as well have some fun when dealing with them.” She said. The spellbook suddenly fluttered and distracted her. “Oh quiet you!” She said as she reached out to shut the book only for it to deftly swerve out of her reach and flutter even more. She sighed and ignored the book for now and walked back into the manor, the sound of rapidly flipping pages trailing behind her.

However, as much could be said about her excellent job with dealing with three thieves outside of the manor. Two had actually gotten into area and separated. Only one of them knew that the others were taken down, the other remained blissfully unaware of Margaret and leisurely walked the whitened halls of Mr. Watson’s manor. The unaware one had hair the shade of grass during the midday sun with clear skies. He was also carrying a sack to carry around the goods he was going to get from the manor. He hummed to himself as he began to stuff whatever fancy looking item he came across into his sack. There was a really weird abstract painting that went in, a sculpture made of some shiny metal, a few crystal balls and lamps, some golden candle stands and their candles (of course he put out the fire if any of them were lit), and so much more. Margaret heard the thief’s humming and quietly peeked around the corner, spotting the greened haired thief with a sack of rich man’s items heading down the hall, picking up stuff along the way. She held in a giggle as she watched him flitter back and forth, picking up as much stuff as he can. ‘That’s very dumb, pretty soon you’d have to drag the sack instead of carrying it.’ She though from her little hideaway and quietly ducked back into the corner. Sure enough, the sack had become so heavy that the thief had no choice but to put down his looting sack and drag it across the floor instead. Some maids heard the noise but Margaret waved them away. “Don’t worry; I have this all under control.” She mouthed to them. The maids looked at each other before turning back and walking away, leaving Margaret to deal with the thief. She went back to watching the thief struggle with pulling the sack bag. She sighed as she heard the thief come closer to her from around the corner and readied her fist. She wasn’t going to hurt this thief that much; she was just going to knock him out really quickly. The green haired thief was moving a lot slower now compared to his earlier speed. He was very adamant on keeping all of the things he had managed to stuff into the sack bag, thus making the sack bag incredibly heavy. He even had to take short breaks as he stretched his back and limbs to shake off his exhaustion before continuing again. Margaret could hear that the green haired thief was incredibly close now; just a few more steps and he would be swiftly dealt with.