Buu [Arrancar: Approved 1-3 Base / 1-1+ Ressureccion]

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The Boogeyman

Buu

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I. Basic Information

» Name: Buu
» Age: 10,000 years
» Gender: Female (presumably)

» Association: TBA

» Appearance Written:

Buu stands at a relatively decent height of about 6’0” ft. Her smooth skin displays a sort of pale complexion somewhat typical of her kind. Noticeable is the long locks of her velvet red hair which span far down her back, and almost to her butt. Hidden underneath so much hair lies the remains of her Hollow mask, tucked away as a form of protection to the back of her skull. A pair of relatively thick framed black glasses are usually worn on her person, though it's unlikely they’re actually needed to correct her sight. They’re likely worn as an aesthetic choice. Her eyes are of a soft but bright baby blue, most of the time… If her more evil persona is in charge, then her iris will turn from blue to red, and her sclera will turn from white to black. Although her choice of outfit can vary, Buu typically isn’t one for fashion or glamour unless she needs to make a statement or cause an impression. On a day to day basis, she tends to wear clothing that doesn’t get too much in her way, yet look acceptable. For instincance, a somewhat checkered red and blue top can typically be seen worn by her, perhaps to allude to the sort of duality present in her life; but she may also simply like the way it matches to the red of her hair. To compliment it, nearly arm length black gloves, and matching black pantyhose finish off the look. It's also not uncommon for her to be seen wearing a form of white lab coat. Given the nature of her job, (not killing, the other one), she tends to reach for it both out of necessity and due to what it symbolizes for her.

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II. Personality

» Personality:

The Evolution and Duality

Once Buu became an Arrancar, her personality was sort of split into two identities she hadn’t quite been acquainted with during her trek as a Hollow. The personality that was typically seen in her newest form was essentially foreign to her. She seems nice. With an interest in science, knowledge, and overall success and the longevity of her plans, she’s less likely to pick fights for no reason. Granted, there’s still the singular goal to help Buu do what Buu loves, regardless of which personality is in charge. Interesting enough, both personas are aware of each other, and do not dislike each other. In fact, they actually piggyback on their strengths and weaknesses to create a more solid and entire being. Though extremely rare, the calm and good personality can sometimes remain the active one when Buu goes into her Resurrection. Granted, this persona is not the best equipped to deal with extreme stress and danger, in which case the other one, far more suited for it takes over.

The darker persona of Buu is what can possibly be considered her true personality. That’s the way she had been ever since she was a lesser Hollow, and one of the main reasons she was able to dominate as she has. In this state of mind she has no care for anything other than herself. She seeks to have pleasure in the battlefield, at the table, or anything else she desires. With her wants coming first above all else, the darker side of her tends to enjoy death and destruction far too much, a testament to the infamous legacy of her legend as the Boogeyman. Unfortunately, it even becomes a bit difficult to differentiate between friends and enemies, though that is something she’s actively working to remedy. It helps when her allies aren’t the kind she can squish with a single hit.

In the end, both personas act in unison for Buu’s sake and her self preservation. The lighter side of her is still a murderer, and the darker side of her is still incredibly smart. However, her more stable side is more willing to cooperate and more apt to handle conversations that don’t end in violence. She’s also the one in charge of furthering the Arrancar’s experiments, making sure her subjects are tended to as needed, and creating most of the strategies she uses in battles and in hunts. As for the darker side,she’s typically allowed to roam in circumstances where the other isn’t up to the task. Most of the time, when killing and destruction are needed, her more evil side comes to have fun. She’s also better suited to handling situations where her existence is in peril. More importantly, despite the balance, the darker side is the only one that can force itself on Buu to switch, as essentially, it is the stronger one. That being said, it's not uncommon for either personality to be visible in a form the other typically surfaces in. Its a partnership after all.

III. History

» History:

The Prologue

During times men long forgot and where beasts thrived, a new being rose to prominence in the farthest reaches of Hueco Mundo. Her once Human life was all but forgotten, and it stayed that way. There was nothing about it that was deemed important enough to remember. The only sentiments known by the then Adjuchas was that survival and evolution was of great importance. However, unlike some of her breathren, she didn’t fight and kill just to survive or to evolve. She fought and killed because she enjoyed the destruction. She fought and killed because she worshipped the idea of battle, and yearned for the feeling of taking a life. Most times she killed for the sheer pleasure of it, even if doing so could come at the cost of her own life. The Adjuchas at the time went by no name; in fact, most often called it El Coco, or The Boogeyman. The being was herald as a sort of mythical monster, feared even among the Hollow kind and whose true existence was contested and passed off sometimes as pure speculation. While she wasn’t the strongest being at the time, her existence placed it among the very strongest of beasts of her kind. She lacked the altruistic intelligence, but she made up with gut wrenching decisions, and a bloodthirst and power to help push through almost any obstacle.

It came to no surprise that she had no interest in removing her mask. There was far too much to attain, and the danger and possibility of regression into a Menos was all the excitement she needed. The idea that she could kill and feed or stand idle and die was all the encouragement she ever needed. Thousands of years ago the sands were colored red far more often than even today. But with time, and as the Boogeyman got stronger, she also became smarter. It was almost as if she was evolving, or getting closer to a point at which she would. The beast took to the sands once more, though not to prey and hunt over them, but beneath them. She started to appreciate the value and amusement there was in killing. The Boogeyman still went on her rampages of killing but they became more calculated and planned, and infinitely more satisfying. With time she discovered that as fearsome as her visage was, she could make other Hollows be as afraid of her own existence as much as her actions. And with that, she ascended into the final form of the Hollow, but with it came a rush of dark memories she took as a welcomed present to her new form.

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Nothing came to mind before her time as a Hollow. At one point it wasn’t clear whether she had a past to begin with or whether she was just it. Every Hollow had a start, with a life of their own, but hers was unavailable for her perusing, and the distraction was not missed. Her form wasn’t very appealing, in fact, she looked quite repulsive. A large and dark entity with a vicious maw and claws. All she knew is that she craved combat and blood, and that she needed to kill in order to feed, and kill in order to feel. In between her hideous visage, her thirst for power, and the drive to so, the being then with no name begin killing and feeding on a plethora of her kind. She did have a Human soul once or twice, but no more. Weaker Humans were, well, weak. It was a time so long ago that the number of their truly exceptional fighters were rare and few in between. But besides, even when there certainly were individuals capable of smiting her out of existence in the world of the living, the challenge didn’t seem as worthwhile. In Hueco Mundo every beast fought for their chance to prove themselves stronger. Almost every beast ached with the hope that they could move forth as opposed to regress and die. As for her, the beast that she was enjoyed the feeling of taking the life of someone that thought they had made it… it felt so nice.

It wasn’t clear how much time she had spent on that form, but it had been a very long time indeed. The more she killed the better she got at it. The more different ways to she took about destruction the more she enjoyed it. And the more souls she fed on the more of them she needed to satisfy her near unquenchable hunger for all the previous. Then, one day, upon opening her eyes she was tossed into a completely different kind of fight. The monster hadn’t sought it outright but she knew it was coming, and welcomed it. Upon transcending into the Menos form, the entity that she was threw an amalgamation of souls into a form of all for one fight for dominance. The truth of the matter was, that the monster she was was vastly superior to the rest on that being in terms of willpower and sheer drive. She wasn’t locked in with them, they were locked in with her. And while at first the experience felt like a challenge, soon it became a sort of fleeting memory she would try to cherish and make it last as long as she could.

Every now and again she could feel the clamoring plead and the struggling grasp of lesser souls trying to avoid oblivion by climbing higher on the singular Menos hierarchy. It was their own hopelessness and the futility of their action that truly struck a chord and made her savor the moment; and it was fleeting indeed. Soon all other attempts were squandered, and all other voices were finally silenced. The monster had claimed its dominance over the other beasts to seize control over the Menos form. From that point the focus shifted on to other Menos. While lesser Hollows could still prove a bit of a challenge though rarely, the greatest threat and greatest reward came when killing and eating another of her kind. It was towards the very end of her time as a Menos that the monster started to see its identity more than that of a female, even though she was as much male or female as rock or a piece of steel. The only logical explanation was that in past life, perhaps as a Human, the dominant soul had indeed been a woman.

The Forest of Menos had become her playground as she preyed on others and fed. But her fun would soon be cut short as she took another step onto the unknown, the dangerous, and by her own definition: the better. Her form was much smaller than she had been as a Gillian, but she was still far taller than the average Human height, by at least two to three times. Her body was covered in a glossy pink look, with an odd Hollow mask that added to her grotesque nature. From the claws to the raws of sharp teeth, she was an abomination that would soon take on the mantle and name of the Boogeyman.

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As the Boogeyman, only her appearance had changed; everything else remained the same, if not heightened. Her power had skyrocketed. Her thirst for blood and her love for killing had been increased even more. She fought for survival, killed for sport, and did it all overall for the sake of enjoyment and gratification. Even that felt like such a long time ago, that many of the Hollows alive back then had either died out in battle long since. The only trace of the Boogeyman’s existence was passed down as pure rumor or myth as a monster among monsters with an unquenchable thirst that went at everything on its path with the intent to kill or be killed. With as large as the world was, she was unable to reach it all, or be reached by all, though that was likely for the better. Despite her power, it wasn’t a stretch of the imagination that there could be a number of beasts that outclassed her at the time, for the time being. But it seemed as though evolution had something new, and something better in store for her. As ascended into the Vasto Lorde form, the Boogeyman received something she had only peered at before, and which would change the way she behaved and created chaos in the world. She finally had a greater intellect. Having reached what she considered the final form of the Hollow, the beast would change her name one last time. The Boogeyman was gone. From there on, she was only known as Buu.

As a Vasto Lorde, Buu started find a lot of her methods archaic, and her antics, not worth the time, for the amount of fun she had. There was only so much chaos and so much destruction she could cause by simply running around Hueco Mundo, killing everything on her path. And besides, if she were to do so, sooner or later she would draw unneeded attention to herself from beings who could put a stop to her. And while the thought of meeting someone that could kill her excited her beyond belief, it simply wasn’t worth it missing out on the fun of killing at her leisure, and how she deemed best. But more importantly, there was a certain mystique to her name that she wanted to keep. By then the Hollow was still shrouded in secrecy. Some had alluded her massacres of centuries past as simply the aftermath of different Hollows doing what they did best. Some feverishly believed she existed, and some simply passed it off as bullshit. Frankly, until that point, no one that knew who she was or had seen her in battle had lived to tell the tale, and she intended to keep it that way.

Instead, the Vasto Lorde took to underground, creating her own personal base deep underneath the sands of Hueco Mundo, in as remote and uncharted an area as she could find. While the devastation and genocide she could cause still stood among her most delightful of hobbies, knowledge had recently risen, not to rival, but to support her other endeavors. Simply ripping a head off, or parting a beast in two got boring, especially after doing the same over and over for several centuries. Instead, she started studying her surroundings, quietly, and from away. She analyzed the differences between different Hollows, specially their personalities. She learned what some loved, and what some hated, and learned what made them tick. Among her most favored of methods was to try and know her next victim as much as possible before making a move. She made sure to plan elusive but noticeable clues as to the prey and hunter relationship. She gave enough room to cement hope, and a sense of security. And just when everything seemed to be well she struck. Buu didn’t kill right away; not then. Instead, she took the pain to relish on the pain and see the light in their eyes extinguish slowly as the last picture burned into their existence was hers.

Bobbidi

In her final Hollow form, Buu looked even smaller still. She had decreased in height to be even shorter than the average Human. Her body still displayed the eerie pink look, and her general look was still vastly hideous, even by average Vasto standards. With time however, she noticed that just changing tactics simply wasn’t enough. There were only so many Hollows she could realistically kill and not make it obvious she existed. Massive forms of population control didn’t happen of ordinary causes, without rhyme or reason. Instead, for her own good, she decided to go into self imposed systemic hibernation cycles. Essentially, she would sleep anywhere from a century or two. Then, upon awakening, she would calculated efforts to create chaos and commit mass genocide for the sake of fun. She was like a starving being, having gone without food for so long. Thankfully for her, not only did Vasto Lorde not regress, but during her times of studying she had created the means to stay in hibernation for just as long as she did without the need of sustenance. It was both in part due to the chamber she created under the grounds, and also due to the massive amounts of Hollow she consumed when awake before going back into slumber. In doing so the rumors continued and she soon became a sort of mythical creature of the sands, whose folklore became as intertwined with the desert world as the sand itself. Like Wendigos, Skinwalkers, or Leprechauns on Earth, she was spoken of as a mere rumor that couldn’t be factually proven to be real, yet.

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To some extent, she preferred things the way they were. Even while Hueco Mundo changed and evolved during her time asleep, in the end, the core elements were always the same. It was still a world where the strong ruled, and the weak were assimilated or died. Sometimes they died either way. Although Buu had always wanted to be the strongest of Hollows, and quite frankly it was difficult to believe she didn’t belong in the highest echelon of power, without including Arrancars, she simply didn’t care as much for the time being. She was both myth and legend. Besides, it was always interesting to wake up, a few centuries later and catch an unsuspecting victim to find out what had occurred during her slumber. Some kings came and went, lived and died. Some other powerful beings were still around kicking despite being incredibly ancient. There was even a time where a Shinigami had seized temporary control over the world of the sands. Unfortunately the events transpired during one of her hibernation cycles. Then again, it was difficult to believe Buu would have participated.

She never really cared about the issues or plight of her people. She couldn’t care less if they were victorious in conquest or oppressed and enslaved on defeat. So long as there were powerful beings to kill and stain the sands red, she was happy. So long as her existence was fielded as myth and legend she was amused. So long as she had her fun, continuously throughout the ages, she was elated. Eventually however, the world started catching up on its path to evolution in way that threatened hers. Numerous races had risen to power, among them the Demons, a kind almost as dark as her own who thought themselves better. And with a seemingly larger population in a more modern world of the living, the numbers of spiritual beings everywhere had simply skyrocketed during the last millenia compared to when she first roamed the sands aimlessly. It was finally time.

Her next step in evolution seemed logical as she forcibly removed her mask, and became an Arrancar. However, unlike every time before, evolution hadn’t been as kind and helpful for her endeavors as it once had. As an Arrancar, she more closely resembled the typical look of a woman, with the remnants of her mask and its peculiar look hidden underneath the vast amounts of hair. More importantly however, she had a sudden change in persona as though she was a completely different person that had just been reborn. Buu knew her name, and she knew everything she had done in Hueco Mundo leading up to that point. And while she didn’t regret the actions that led to her evolution, her newest form simply wasn’t as primed or eager to fight or kill. She still had no interest to venture out into the surface too often for some reason. Instead, the woman found more pressing matters in her own scientific endeavors, and the troubles of a now largely leaning scientific mind. She wasn’t the only one there though.

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As the weeks and months went by, there was what seemed like clawing at the back of her mind. She was uneasy, perhaps even nervous. Soon she gave in to her own anxiety and her personality changed entirely. As she released into her resurrection, the bloodthirsty fiend was back and took to the surface, killing and feeding on any Hollow that came on her path before retreating back to her lair. The legacy it seemed, continued to fight for its right to live on. As it turned out, during the process of becoming an Arrancar something had gone horribly wrong, or delightfully right, depending who you asked. It seemed as though Buu had been divided into two different personalities that governed different aspects and moments of her being. When in her base form, the more collected and stable personality had the reign. She prized scientific development and knowledge over most things. The woman was highly intuitive and curious about her nature and the world around her. However when she released into her resurrection, the dark and chaotic side of her that had been running wild for so long was in charge. That being mostly about the hunts and her prey. She cared about destruction and chaos. She cared about killing, feeding, and mostly having fun in her own sadistic and twisted way.

Both personalities were aware of each other, and they soon figured out they needed to work together in order to meet both of their goals, or die and fade in the process. If she stayed far too long on her base form or didn’t allow the darker side of her some playtime, it would simply force itself on her. As so, the two struck a deal. Buu in her base form would be allowed to continue on with her research as she desired. Of course so long as it didn’t compromise their safety or jeopardize the value of the dark legacy they had created. From time to time, the darker Buu would be allowed to roam and hunt and kill to her heart’s content as she always did. Though to keep their destruction in check and to minimize exposure, the Arrancar still went into her habitual century slumber. In the end, though their methods were different, both personalities had the same goals in mind. They both wanted to survive, get stronger, and have fun. They just figured out they could use their own unique skills to favor and compliment each other. Neither Buu was good nor evil, at least not in her own definition. She was essentially the same being with the same convictions from her point of view, she simply had different priorities depending on her mood, and her form.

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It was during that time Buu created a very peculiar object which she came to name, the Hollow Gem. Its construction wasn’t an easy feat, and required the killing of countless of Hollows throughout most of a millenia. In a way, she had unknowingly been working towards such a thing for quite a while. It also required several samples from the world around her, be it from the beasts, the crystalline elements from the trees in the Forest of Menos, and much more. The artifact was a small purple stone of great power which produced very peculiar effects. It wasn’t very different in size to something like the Hogyoku, but it did behave differently. The Hollow Gem had no means of enhancing her power. It did however have a very peculiar effect on other Arrancars.

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With the intellect Buu possessed in her base, and the power and willingness to use it she had on her release, she was able to accomplish quite a lot. She found that there was as much effort in hurting as there was in killing. And there was as much amusement to be had in seeing someone suffer as seeing someone die. While Hollows of different levels still posed a fun hunting challenge, Buu took it upon herself to limit her killing sprees even more, and for good reason. Not only did it help to cement the myth of her existence further, pushing into more of lie, but it allowed her to focus on something else. She started abducting one or two Arrancars after she had defeated them in battle. Some she killed, and some she kept for experimenting. It was the best of both worlds. And frankly, no one could blame her. Arrancars and Hollow killed each other off almost all the time. It was ingrained in their nature, and if time had changed that was unfortunate, because she wouldn’t.

The Hollow Gem was able to mess with any one number of things within an Arrancar. It could mess with their mental capacities, making them smarter or dumber. It could mess with their cognitive behavior to a point of leaving them comatose too. On different applications, it could even force to change, expand, or enhanced the abilities of a resurrection of her subjects. Of course, nothing ever came free, in fact, it had a high cost. It wasn’t all that different from the case of Wonderweiss Margela, where Aizen had modified him to possess a singular ability at the cost of his speech, memory, and intelligence. Now the Hollow Gem could produce similar effects without as many of the drawbacks. The subjects still had to pay the price in one respect or another, but it wasn’t as severe as it was with the Hogyoku. Granted the Hogyoku also possessed a plethora of other abilities that were unique to it, and which the Hollow Gem did not possess. (OOC: Before we go any further, this is done primarily on NPCs on her history only. For it to happen to any PC, there must be clear and explicit approval by the player.)

It was always interesting to her to see what kind of changes she could create on an Arrancar, and how stronger she could get them. Once they were finished, she would let them loose to fight against her. If they killed her so be it, but until then, she had won every single match. By taking powerful Arrancar and giving them a boost, she was able to enjoy truly dangerous and epic battles the likes of which she would have far too much difficulty finding during her times awake. Buu was in no rush to die, so she had not sought out to the highest of echelons just yet. She simply wanted to have some fun.

Unfortunately her myth and legend would soon come to a halt. Despite all the death and destruction and all the dangers her world faced, she had never stepped out of the shadows to help. She either turned a blind eye every time, or slept through problems as if they didn’t concern her. However there were a number of things that had grown to irritate her during the last few centuries. The Demons were growing far more cocky than ever before. Pride had become not yet become a weakness of Buu’s, but it could be. They thought themselves as the big bad. Despite not being outrightly said so, many of their kind thought themselves superior to hers. That and the fact that the Hollow kind itself was secretly tormented by the fact that lately, they were nothing but lackeys licking the boots of the so called superior Demon race. No one tormented Hollows but Buu, and she was pissed. Until then, the woman had no intention to join yet. In a way she faulted her own kind for the fate they had received, due to being cowards and not doing what was necessary. And while Buu had never come out and fought for them, she had never been the kind to do so either way, so there was no shame to be had.

It seemed as though that too would change though. One of the oldest Arrancar, one actually even older than her, was finally starting to take matters into his own hands. No longer did it look like empty chit chat or propositions. It seemed as though there was an actual plan to take the fight to the Demons and kick them in the teeth, rip their heads out, and drink their blood… and that made her feel all kinds of right. For the very first time Buu left the secrecy of her hideout beneath the sands and actually take part on the real world. Chances were that to almost every Hollow, and even most of the powerful Arrancars she would be an unknown. Only those that no longer lived had ever seen her in combat, and to the full extent of her power. However the very ancient or rather powerful like Barragan and Nagato could have put two and two together, and upon meeting her, surmised she was behind the myths and the legends. Make no mistake however, Buu had no plans to swear loyalty and kneel before either Nagato or Barragan. She was willing to put her fun aside for the sake of helping the war effort. Of course the thought that she could kill and feed on as many enemy Demons as she desired was a pretty big influence swaying her decision.

The ball was essentially in their court. If the one leading the war effort did not accept her help without kneeling, then she would simply turn a blind eye to their efforts. It all depended on how proud he was. It wouldn’t be the same going back to her antics if her secret was finally out, but that was a bridge she’d cross when she got to it. If however Nagato didn’t really care for her kneeling so long as she backed the plan and helped him destroy their enemies, she would be on board. With Buu finally risen from the sands she headed out on her way to seek the war efforts and those who led it. The Arrancar had no plans on going into hibernation anytime soon. From the looks of it, the sands of Hueco Mundo were about to be tainted red to such a degree the likes of which had hardly ever been witnessed before. There was still the question of how far would the Hollows push the Demons. But, if the other Arrancars were as intent on victory and dominance as the stronger side of Buu was, they were certainly about to get along just fine.

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