Jade Bellarosa [Arrancar; WIP]

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○ Name: Jade Bellarosa ○ Age: 200~ Years ○ Gender: Female ○ Race: Arrancar ○ Affiliation: N/A ○ Alignment: Neutral Evil ○ Sexual Orientation: Anybody worthy ○ Height: 6'9 ○ Weight: 67 lbs ○ Aspect of Death: Futility ○ Former Hollow Type: Adjuchas ○ Hollow Hole: Over her heart ○ Mask Fragment: Lacy white antennae stemming from her forehead and extending down to her mid-back.

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Proving to be of the stubborn and insistent kind, Jade does not like showing any sort of weakness, be it in conversation or battle. She paints herself as far better than she actually feels she is, often found lying to fluff her appearance or personality into something she believes others would desire. Though rather than adopting positive traits, she fixates on her appearance or a superficial, higher status that she furthers with her ‘subjects’. She is rather materialistic and extremely opinionative of others, though she only really goes out of her way to tear down those who pick at the thin veil of confidence and majesty she displays, viewing such things as offensive attacks that cannot go unpunished. At heart, she is an angry, frustrated woman that doesn’t want to go back to those days of helplessness, feeling at the mercy of her environment. She feels lost in a way, unsure of what she wants beyond the surface she paints upon, which only adds fuel to her frustrations.



As if a frail insect bursting forth from it’s cocoon, Jade Bellarosa emerged from the corpses of a group of Adjuchas who once called each other ‘friend’. Weakness and anger destroyed them, yet sowed the seeds for the flower’s bloom.

One may have taken her form to be oddly beautiful and mesmerizing, slender and graceful, adorned with pale garlands and painted wings. She was a lovely flower amongst gray sands, though behind such a gorgeous exterior was a suffering creature; she felt this fragility, this weakness and uncertainty in her step, as if her bones were ought to break with a poor movement. Her mouth was no jaw but a small tube that could hardly get any food down, her vision obscured by bony structures leaving nothing but slits for her to look through, reliant on her antennae to accurately sense her surroundings.

She was a shuddering, hungry creature, who merely accepted her fate when a hollow inevitably came upon her. But, rather than being their meal, the hollow ceased consuming her after the first painful bite, growing rigid and still, flowers not terribly unlike her own bursting from their skull as their body and mind were enraptured by the will of the daintier hollow. In this instance, she finally had something she had not conceived of before; Control.

She would eat the hollow where it stood, not even cries for help escaping it’s jaws as the smaller hollow whittled it’s form down to nothing with every weak bite and painful dig. In a way, she desired this hollow’s suffering; she no longer felt that sense of helplessness, and every little scream it’s mind uttered to the pale tendrils encasing it would be heard and cherished by her alone.

Again and again, she would lure hollows in with her weak exterior, only to later prove to be the true predator between them. Though, no matter how many she tricked, how much satisfaction she felt having others under her spell, be it adoration or literally, she felt that pervasive sense of emptiness. None of it mattered, none of it held weight or substance, there was no deeper feeling beyond the surface.

She wanted ____.

It was more a feeling than a spoken word, one she couldn’t describe. Though as if in reaction to that desire, she would shed her own blood upon the sands, and from that trickling of blood would come sprouts, crackling and creaking from the earth, white trees forming, darkening, and cracking apart, the sounds of life emanating from them as she peeked within. What peered back were dark orbs upon the blank white faces of child-like hollows, emerging from the shattering tree to embrace her.

For a brief moment, she felt warmth. She felt desired. But that emptiness would return with realization - the beings borne of her were her, that desire taken shape, to give her the ____ she desired. Their thoughts were her own, skittering like insects, echoing her wishes upon her own consciousness. But rather than falling to that feeling of helplessness once more, something else took her - Anger.
Frustration that, after so much time, she could not grasp that feeling. Fury that others would not give her what she wished.

She was sick of this… This sense of futility. She wanted more, she should be more! She IS more! The dark eyed children watched as she grasped a shard of that wood, and rose it to her mask. Painful carving after painful carving, that mask would be whittled away, destroying her horrid mouth, breaking open her eyes, the light of proper vision dawning upon her.

A hollow no longer, she would travel with her developing creations to a murky pool, in which she would look in and see…

She was beautiful. It was time for the others to see the depths of it.





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General Skills

• Durability: Untrained
  
• General Speed: Adept
  
• Strength: Beginner
  
• Martial Skill: Untrained
  

Arrancar Skills

• Regeneration: Advanced
  
• Cero: Beginner
  
• Pesquisa: Adept
  
• Sonido: Adept
  

Will Skills

• Willpower/Determination: Adept
  
• Mental Deduction: Beginner
  
• Focus: Beginner