Valon Craw [5-1; Hazard Rank: E]

» Name: Valon Craw
» Age: He used to be 16
» Gender: Male
» Race: Hollow

» Association: None

» Appearance Written: Resembling the basic Frog hollow, only more vertically human and with jagged spikes coming out of the top of his mask. His skin is a deep purple and a Halloween orange tongue. ]

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» Personality: » Personality: cowardly, and hesitant. He dislikes being the first to strike or the center of attention. His preferred strategy is to sit by the side and bide his time, strike when the enemy is weak. Having a great deal of attention on him, causes him to panic and revert to his more instinctual combat.



» History: » History: At one time, he was a child. An only child that grew up with his father in a small town. Many days were spent walking to and from school, a simple every day activity. One day the child returned home to find the door to his house open. Expecting to see his father he happily rushed inside. Indeed, his father was inside cold and lifeless, a bullet wound through his back.
The poor child screamed for what felt like hours as the police arrived. Poor Valon was placed into foster care until he grew into a teenager. Skittish and traumatized by the event no family would take the ‘damaged’ child. Finally one day the poor child turned teen ran off into the night, he ran into a few older kids who took him in, gave him food and shelter under the bypass for a time, until they all fell on hard times. Cops we’re looking for them so they cut their losses, and by extension him.
Valon awoke a few minutes later to the sound of sirens, an officer sobbing over his body. Unfortunately, he was no longer the kid on the ground. Panic quickly claimed him, and before long he found himself taller, larger, and hungrier than he was in life. He wanted to feed, he need to feed. But, his feet wouldn’t move, eyes glued to the scene before him. Tears began to flow as he screamed like the hollow he now was. It had been a long time sense Valon felt the true weight of his sorrow, and for a long time he stood there, shedding the tears he’d saved up over a life time.
This…this would be the anchor to keep his mind whole. Not the joy of his childhood, or the moments spent with his father. In this moment, sense the loss of his father, he felt someone care for him. Someone mourn him. The hunger would always be there, but for now this feeling, these tears he sheds, they are what mattered most.




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General Skills

• Durability: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Trained/Beginner/Untrained
  
• General Speed: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  
• Strength: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  
• Weapon Skill: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  

Hollow Skills

• Acid Skill: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  
• Spiritual Pollution: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  
• Cero/Bala: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  
• Regeneration: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  

Will Skills

• Willpower/Determination: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  
• Mental Deduction: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  
• Focus: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
  

» Roleplay Sample: It was cold as the rain fell over the town, the street lights had kicked on as night finally came to pass. “Such a quiet place,” Valon sighs, “I need to make this quick. I don’t want any more trouble today.” As he leaps off a balcony into the streets below seeking food, just a snack to tide him over. “Please, there needs to be something.” He trudges from building to building seeking a soul, strong, weak, he didn’t care, just something to help him sleep. Suddenly a powerful spiritual pressure alerts him to the arrival of several soul reapers not too far off from his position. “No, not now.” Valon, begins to panic. He begins to open a way back to Hueco Mundo when a loud crash hits the wall beside him. Their stands a woman blade drawn towards him, “where do you think you’re going, monster?”

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