Arianna Driscol

Tue Aug 17, 2010 4:28 pm

ARRANCAR

Name: Arianna Driscol
Age: 200
Gender: Female

Orientation: freelancer

Appearance: Ari has chestnut brown hair with long bangs that curve around as a frame around her face. The remnants of her hollow self seems to curve with her hair. Her eyes are a red-brown. If she's incredibly angry they change to black. She has the hakama of a shinigami, however it cuts off as a skirt about three inches above her knees. An inch below her knees she has knee-high inch high boots. Her top is long sleeved on one side and wraps around like a tube top along her left. On her back stand to v-like scars that are dark and highly noticeable. Atop her eyebrow is another messy scar that looks sort of like a marking. She has gloves on both hands. Around her neck sits a loop of metal chains. Though this seems to look like a fashion eye-sore, this is actually Ari's 'collar'. With it, she can be 'tracked' and punished by her leader.

Personality: Ari is a hard-headed girl. Often she has her nose in a book. She never seems to talk to others and is mostly left alone. Her looks can kill when interrupted and people fear her anger. Though she never gets angry, she does tend to black out when irratated. She shakes when she's nervous and believes she's the weakest person alive. She constantly puts herself down and is a 'glass-half empty girl'

On the other hand, Ari is a sweet and caring girl. She's often times too forgiving and ends up with a broken heart or a hurt pride. However time after time she forgives people and has become basically a mat for people to walk on. She keeps those who are close to her almost as close as family and lashes out viciously to their protection. She lets people hurt her feelings and is simply the suffer in silence type. Her mind however is incredible and she can remember with amazing accuracy and forget with almost just as much!

There is one person very special in her life and she obeys his word to the dot. Although she is a masochist, the man she cares for is the only one that she will scream for. She follows him around like a homeless kitten, mostly because she is. Her hot-headedness tends to shine through, causing her a daily 'bitch-slap'. Her goal in life? To go one day without one.

Abilities: Ari has a unique ability. Her body produces excess pheramones which allow her to manipulate emotions. This can range from making someone angry to scared, happy or even aroused. Though she doesn't realize it yet, it is mainly activated by her own emotions. It's not particularly harmful and at it's worse can just make someone feel very angry.)

Sealed Zanpakutô:

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The size of her two palms in length. Ari's sealed ress is a katana tanto of which she keeps attached to her waist at all times. Where most hold theirs to hang easily, hers sits horizontally, but with a slight slant as to keep it in the sheath. No matter what, the sheathe stays on her at all times, however the blade is able to be used as any normal dagger.

The tsuka is barely seen and guides into a black, leather-weaved handle. It looks rather old and somewhat torn, however the blade is sharpened to an immaculate point. The sheath as well matches the leathery-worn appearance as the rest of the object

Skill Level: Hierro: Adept
Skill Level: Pesquisa: Adept
Skill Level: Sonido: Adept
Skill Level: Cero/Bala: Adept
Release: Alarido Leopard

Resurrección: Looks:

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Looking a mix of leopard and centaur, she stands at only ten feet tall. With the body of the large feline, the body is heavy with muscle, stretching from long limb to limb. where the neck would be placed, however, there is instead the torso of a woman. A familiar sinewy structure of when she was sealed. The form allows her the use of the speed of running on four legs along with the power of using weapons of any sort with the usable hands. The body curves up to the head on which sits a white mask that looks like a cat with two sets of ears. One looking almost lupine and pointy, while the others curve horizontally and perpendicular with the appearance of a tiger. The torso holds the spots of a leopard and her hair grows long enough to curve to her front, making it look almost like a mane. The tail is used for balance.

Deus ex Segunda: Not unlocked

History: Ari was born and died as a human. This was sadly true and due to her will and anchor in life, she never managed to fully move on. As she floated about as a ghost she never once realized she was being followed. As it turned out she seemed to repel foreign objects or anything in general. She was cold and closed off to the world, yet too sad; too hurting to let go and move on. How she now wishes she did.

After about two years of being without destination, without being killed by a hollow and without experiencing konso, she met the man who pulled her fate into his own hands. She never learned his name and in that brief time she was never able to ask it. His face was twisted into a sick grin with a dark hint in it and not a single word fell from his lips. As he walked forward, he gripped a hand firmly around the chain. Before she could mutter a world, she was no longer in a world she knew. There was sand everywhere. Nothing but neverending sand. She had recalled him pulling up some sort of dark portal and imedeatly she believed she was dreaming. Magic? Oh how she rejected the idea.

The man continued staring at her silently. His lips wordless, but beneath them seemed to glow a pair of sharp fangs. As he ran a tongue along the length of one, he yanked hard and the chain dismembered. Immedeatly Ari let out a wail of pain. Her hands clenched at the spot where the chain had been and she clawed at it fiercely. Such burning! Such intense pain. Tears filled her eyes as the man laughed. "Does it hurt?" Was all he asked, no concern... simply asking. She wanted to glare, to remark, but the pain was covering her body. It seemed like she was exploding in a fire. The way he acted.. she knew.. she was simply an experiment; simply a toy.

As she began to black out, a sea of white begininning to cover her eyes, she felt another intense pain. There were cracks of light. And she winced, shuttered and screamed again. Her body feeling like a whirlwind of regret and pain. The man was standing over her with the hilt of his blade still peering at her skull. Thus confusion took place. The initial hit must've knocked her over, however, now she was lying on the ground, unable to move. The man wiped his lip and frowned, "Pathetic. Be glad." Ari could barely recall anything else before she blacked out, seeing the man disappear as quick as he came.

For the next amount of years, Ari spent her time crawling through the neverending desert it seemed. Her body slowly beginning to call it seemed. She needed to find this man. Find him and kill him for what he did to her! That was her intentions. As she scoured the areas she could find, she finally overheard a helpful conversation. She stormed the menos forest and found a cave there as the men discussed. At first she planned on just breaking in.. however that proved impossible seeing as, that as soon as she tried to enter the cave she felt the zap of what felt like 10,000 volts. A rather shocking experience. Instead she sat and camped out for the man to return.

Once he did return, he was surprised and admittedly a bit confused about the girl at his cave entrance. He didn't recognize her at first; her hair shorter and her eyes glowing with a newfound inspiration. She crouched ready to lunge at him, but instead she found herself bowing at his feet. The man grinned with a sick expression on his face, "Hmm? Can't kill your creator?" She hissed softly under her breath, but clenched her eyes shut. "Please.. take me under your wing." The man had paused, "On one condition." A slender finger arose and stroke his chin thoughtfully. "You shall obey my each and every command."

As the time passed, Ari found herself caring more and more about what this man was like. She wished for mainly to know why he had done to her, what he had doe. Although he never told her, he did express his name as Vicente. Knowing his name was comforting, but the only name she has ever called him is 'My Lord' or 'Master'. Not long after while they sat in silence, Vic tossed something at her, hitting her in the face quite literally. She blinked a couple times then gave him a questioning glance. "Wear that." He said coldly. She obliged and over time figured out that not only was it a leash, but it was a tracking collar as well as various other things. As much as she hated to admit it.. she was literally wrapped around his finger. Unfortunately her master died not long after and Ari learned to fend for herself. She's a pacifist and awful with directions.

RP Sample: Ari tumbled out of her ganta and let out a soft gasp for air. Her eyes warily darting back and forth. Pounding like a terrified rabbit in her chest still, she took slow and difficult breaths. Closed, her eyes could only continue thrusting the awful visions through her head. Was she a coward? Yes.. she was.. an awful coward. She hadn't even stood a remote chance. It made her feel awful to have not even attempted to avenge her own fellow arrancars, instead she was panicked and ran away. She was used to running, but she had a position now.. she needed a backbone for fighting didn't she? No... that couldn't be right. It was possible to be an espada without wanting to fight all the time.

An exasperated sigh relinquished from her throat. This was ridiculousa. She shook her head, everything was coming to fast. She wasn't even able to adjust and it made her mind unable to wrap around everything. She slumped down onto a solitary rock and simply held her head, silent in the sands. Her eyes were cold and distant. She needed to think over everything and it felt like there was no one to help her through this. She groaned and let one hand finger her scars that lie around the collar on her neck that kept her reiatsu low. The bumpy and rough scars slightly pretruding from her soft, pale skin.

The scent of the desert allowed her to rest. It smelled nothing like blood. At least it gave her a bit of a break. The blood, the sight of someone crippled on the ground, blood and brain matter, everything was so disgusting in her head. She curled her toes having to endure the sounds of the cracking and snapping of bones. It echoed like a sick melody. Her visions of a man with blood on his lips, teeth sharp like a shark. The sound was the most sickening and she wished she could scour her head free of the memory. She clenched her hands tighter, feeling the swelling of her throat. What was this? Her fingers moved from her neck, to a light brush over her cheek. Wet? Tears. She could cry? She was crying... She swallowed it back and shook her head fiercely. She wouldn't allow this.

Clearing her throat, she sat up straight and took a deep breath. "I need to get my mind off of things." She crossed her arms, feeling her body calm as her tail snaked around her waist once more. It would be hard, but hopefully she would manage it. Rubbing her temples, she looked around hoping for something to happen. Pulling out a small slip she sighed. Yup mission time. Though she'd be on her own 'supposedly' since her partner 1) might not show up or 2) will not kill she was screwed and it was time for her to life or death it instead of half-ass it. With a sigh she thought it over then groaned and sat up. "Damn it all." Focusing, she slashed open another ganta and jumped in, pulling out a map. "Let's hope I can get it right this time."