Lala Vega finished

» Name: Lala Vega
» Alias: (let me think of one)
» Age: 700
» Gender: Female

» Association: (donno yet)

» Estigma: She has two knobs from her old hollow mask. They are up on top of her head looking like a hair band she uses to hold her pigtails.
» Hollow Hole: In her waist covered up in her armor-like clothing. The hole is located in the exact middle of her waist from east to west and just below the belly button
» Aspect of Death: Rage

» Appearance Written: She stands about 5'6 with teal hair down to the middle of her back. She has red and yellow eyes. Red tattoo-like markings across her neck, waist, and right thigh. Her skin is a pale porcelain white. She normally has her hair up in pigtails. She wears a large jacket that looks 2 sizes too big covering her shorts and sports bra. Her arms go from flesh to metal like hierro till it gets to her hands which are over sized metal gauntlets.

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» Personality: Normally she’s a little moody. She tends to not speak much especially in groups. She has a very short fuse and will even go as to fight allies if they make her mad. Though if you manage to say on her good side or give her a puppy she will be friends with you almost forever. She serves Ashlei fiercely.

When fighting, she is majority melee relying on her fists to do the work. she does fire ceros but more often than not they tend to be point blank. She has a berserker fighting style using her rage to win her fights. Though when she uses her resurrection, she tends to fight more thoughtfully. This is where her machine nature shows. Every attack every action planned.

» Likes: Wait you can like things. Somebody really needs to let Lala know

» Dislikes: weaklings, fighting with allies, being angry


» History: Lala's life wasn't a happy one. She remembers it well but has long forgotten her name. Her father was a drunk, and her mother was a spineless beaten wife. She never shielded Lala from her father which is why to this day she still hates her mother. Though the main source of her rage was her father, she had only tried to fight him as a kid once and was beaten for it. After that she would always sit in her room and stew. A grumpy face to her father but deep inside a severe anger that would reshape the world grew.

It was from this horrible raising that her temper came from. While she couldn't beat her father, she certainly could beat kids her own age. Any little insult any little excuse set her off. She can't remember a lot of those times she lost control. She only remembers going off and then standing over a bloody beaten body. Yet it felt good when she lost control. It felt so good she started welcoming every chance to lose her temper. While she never started fights, as this would get back to her father and get her hurt, she defiantly would finish them.

All the fighting had made her get expelled a lot. She had been through eleven schools before she was fifteen. As this time passed though the more she lost control the shorter the blackouts would be. Eventually it got to a point where she wouldn't black out she just loved releasing her temper, while she never showed it. She always had the look of a pissed off girl. There were rumors that her face muscles were so built they were stuck as a scowl. She spent most of her time out of school in gyms, martial art studios, anywhere she could strengthen herself or watch somebody fighting. Really it was any excuse to stay away from her father.

It was when she was 18 when she had gotten her favorite present. The only present her father could give her. It had been almost two decades since she fought him. That night he came home drunk again. Just as drunk as he was the first time. This rampage though was different. Lala arrived home to the usual sight of her mother beaten on the floor, though this time the floor was red around her head. Apparently she had fallen from one of the blows and hit her head on his broken whiskey bottle. Her father still really drunk turned wanting to know why she was always late. Lala immediately tried to head up to her room to avoid it, but her father wouldn't have that grabbing her arm painfully.

It was then she snapped. Without even thinking, her free hand swung around smashing into her father’s jaw as his had to hers and her mother’s so many times before. Thus it was on, he egged her on with every drunken slur, every insult another reason. When it was all over she had a few bruises but with all her rage released her father laid next to her mother, two bloody beaten corpses who deserved each other, one a coward, the other a monster.

Though the scene wasn't over, one of the neighbors and in her fear for Lala they called the cops. The cops arrived at the end of the bout Lala standing over her parents huffing her face twisted into a horrible look of rage. As she turned to look at the cops, a rookie, startled by the scene, let a bullet lose. The shot was off only grazing Lala's arm but it was enough. With a blast she was off again only this time to be met not by fists or flesh but by blazing hot lead. Each shot burned her as she pushed on only to fall at the cop’s feet.

Her life as a ghost was actually the longest time she’s been at peace, but it didn't last as her home was sold and bought. Her soul bound to the building she died at unable to leave its doors. The new buyers not knowing about the deaths would be haunted by her, waking up with bruises in their sleep. Though this wasn't a truly long period as her constant rage at the living, her mind always going nuts why was she the one to have to die. It was her father. She should be alive. The pain didn't even bother her with her consent rage. It was one night on another rant that she gave out her first hollow roar.
After she ranted she raised her head to scream in rage only to have a bestial roar come out followed by a gush of white.

Her mind shielded from her rage she finally had some true peace. No rage only hunger. She ran around eating human souls, though souls never satisfied her, until she turned to the hollow next to her. It was then she ate anything she could fit her hollow mouth on. All she did was consume until in one eating frenzy the hollows all around her were crushed into her fusing together into one menos grande. It was then she had a small rampage before going through her own garganta finding her way to the menos forest. Lala's hunger couldn't be contained though she was constantly devouring Menos, though all these menos didn't trigger the change in her menos form.

After years of just eating, her mind deep under the hunger started to get angry from all the eating and never progressing. "What was she doing," would go through her mind before the rage came back. This wasn't true peace this was worse. It was then that she gripped her own mask ripping it from her face letting her anger fuel her. Feeling it breaking as she shrunk down back to her original human height. Her hands didn't seem to shrink all the way. Leaving a remnant of her Gillian form, large gauntlet-like hands of hardened hierro. In those hands a blade of her focused rage. Jagged and bent in severe angles.


» Natural Abilities:
Cero Charge: Unlike most hollows/Arrancar who charge a cero and fire it instantly Lala can hold a Cero charge in each fist. This makes cero's she can hold off and fire when more opportune
Improved Hierro: Her metal hands have a thicker hardened Hierro making it impervious to attacks that would normally cut her elsewhere.


» Racial Abilities: Cero (She is proficient at it using it more as extensions of her fists then actual beam attacks.
Núcleo (I would need time to think about hollow abilities right now she doesn't use them)
Regenerar
Garganta (she can't ever learn Descorrer as her mind is never calm enough to focus enough to do it. She opens a Garganta by expressing her rage.)
Sonido (less used defensively as she is focused on pushing the attack)


» Zanpakutō Name: Rapture

» Sealed Zanpakutō Appearance: A katana that has no scabbard as it is jagged and bent in severe angles.

» Sealed Zanpakutō Abilities:
Cero Line: Fires cero worth of energy in a line across her vision as if to cut through something.


» Resurrección Release Phrase: Burn

» Resurrección Release Action: She draws her sword from her him holding it out in front of her. Though with her hands being large metal gauntlets, several fingers if not her whole hand gripping the badly bent blade.

» Resurrección Appearance:


» Resurrección Abilities: Crushing Reiatsu: A passive ability granted by her spiritual pressure and her massive size. It lowers all those affected, by her spiritual pressure, speed. (lowering their speed by one rank when affected by her spiritual pressure. This affects those that are her rank and lower. Of course, the greater the distance in rank, the more the effect with normal spiritual pressure.

Improved Hierro: The shields on her arms are made of a special hardened hierro made by Ashlei. It is hardened far beyond normal, so blows that would normally damage or cut Lala's other parts do not affect the shields.

Charged Cero: Lala's charge time drastically reduces, taking only a shove back of the hydraulic piston in each arm. (each one charges one cero for that hand). She can also push more power into them while fighting, essentially charging more cero energy for a bigger blast. While most fire a standard Cero, hers can be added together while waiting for an opening. Cero strength = Post count of charging time X normal cero power. However, in either case, it can only be fired from the hand that charged the energy.

Normal Cero: In addition to her charged cero, she can fire her normal cero from her forehead between the two knobs on her forehead. While it has normal cero power, it can be aimed at any angle that doesn't intersect with Lala's body and even chase her target while fired.

Cero Line: From her eyes, she can fire a Cero equivalent of energy across her vision as if trying to cut something. The attack has no charge, but the entire energy is split across the entire line drawn.

Cero Gatling: By opening up the armor on her arms, she can reveal a four-barreled Gatling gun in each arm. This arm fires high-intensity spiritual energy round volleys. It fires about 20 shots, rotating and speeding up until it looks like just a circle of barrels, at which point it fires off a ring of energy that explodes on impact.
While the number of shots doesn't change, allowing it to miss lead opponents, its total power draws from the Cero Charge ability. One Cero does total damage if there is no charge.

Hollow missiles: Down the front of her waist (in the black panels below each silver trim) that can open up to show they house 4 rockets in each panel. Upon being launched, the rockets fire off and split after a few short feet into 5 from each. Each of the 5 rockets is about the same as an RPG round.

Hollow Bullets: the two chest panels on each side open up to reveal a pair of 6 barreled Gatling guns. These two guns can rotate around in their sockets to target. The bullets are made of hierro, allowing them stronger penetrating power and exploding when the shell is breached. The effect is equivalent to an explosive shell that can blow apart weaker soul reapers Zanpakutō.

Hollow Hooks: The six spikes at her hips can be launched out like missiles. Being struck by them is virtually a death sentence, maybe not from the spike themselves but being connected to Lala by a retractable chain. Each chain can be fired individually as an attack or shot at the ground to anchor her to avoid knockback or blowback. (each spike is 60 degrees from another forming a 360-degree circle)

Hollow Cero cannon: Her ultimate weapon. First, using her hooks to anchor her to the ground, a large cannon comes out of the center of her chest. This cannon fires a Cero that contains almost all of Lala's energy in a huge blast forward(equaling the size of a Meno's grande in diameter.)


» Equipment: Not yet


(To Find Out about what these skills are for, please READ THIS THREAD before you try doing anything to it)

Please remove regenerar or aumentar depending on which skill you are taking.

General Skills
» Durability: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Speed: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Strength: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Martial Skill: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained

Will Skills
» Willpower: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Deduction: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Focus: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained

Arrancar Skills
» Cero: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Nucleo: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Regenerar: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained
» Sonido: Elite/Advanced/Adept/Beginner/Untrained


» Roleplay Sample:

The gillian that was Lala stomped slowly through the forest. Hunger filled her every thought. The forest lay quiet. The only sounds heard would be another hollow attacking another, only to be stepped on by a different gillian. Lala caught sight of a different gillian hunger, driving her forward at it before she chomped down, feeding a hunger that didn't end. As the gillian vanished in her maw, her mind ran.

"Hungry, why." a thought came through. Why was she eating these? What was forcing her to do this? She hated being forced to do things. She hated how powerless she felt. In her, this hate burned into the anger she lived with. This anger grew with each forced bite. Reminding her how powerless she was with her father. It was then she snapped.

A bloody gillian roar releases itself as Lala pushes against the instincts controlling her. Large gillian arms reach up, controlled by the rage gripping the top of the mask. The roar continues as she pulls, driven by rage. A tearing sound could be imagined as darkness is pulled free with the mask.

The gillian form shrinks as the mask passes down the face. As the chin is pulled free, the relief of the hunger and the feeling she had when she lost control. A small sense of peace and freedom fills her as she looks down at the representation of her rage. The mask had taken the form of a sword, a katana if her memory told her correctly. Though this looked like the blacksmith was angry, just finding something to release it on. Bent at bad angles, she suspected this wouldn't be capable of cutting anything, let alone fighting with. Strapping the sword to her waist, the scowl returned to her face.