Name: Ezakiya Emiko
Alias/Nickname: Aiko
Gender: Female
Age At Death: 18
Mode of Death: Suicide
Real Age: 2453
Visual Age: 18
Personality: Aiko is a very quiet person. She is shy, detached, and almost always confused. She enjoys holding arguments with herself, but will never argue with someone else. When confronted, she is more likely to run or let someone else fight for her. She is a strong believer in loving, not fighting, and is always willing to lend a helping hand. However, she will usually try to do this in ways that people won't notice to avoid bringing attention to herself. She never speaks up, never stands up for herself, and usually just lets people push her around. After quite a few years of this, she has developed an extremely low self-esteem. This causes her to be extremely sensitive to insults, and put herself down an awful lot. She isn't very confident, but she is obedient and loyal.
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Appearance: - Spoiler:
I can give you a written appearance if I have to
Nationality: American
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 104 lbs.
Mask Fragment Location: Left hand; The mask fragment consumed her hand in the form of a claw.
Hollow Hole Location: Directly between her breasts.
Cero Color Vermilion
Gran Rey Cero Color Cerulean
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Location: Hueco Mundo?
History: Aiko was born on a sunny July afternoon in the town of Karakura. At the point in time she was born in the town was really a village, very primitive and low-tech compared to the Karakura of the present. She was born to a family of eight, her mother and father having birthed three children before her and four after. She was the only girl of the family besides her mother, who wasn't around often anyway. Her father was handicapped, so though it was unusual for a woman to do so, the mother brought in their income. As a result of being left alone with men all day, Emiko become very fit and was able to take care of herself. However, as the other four grew up she began to lose her ability to handle herself, being outnumbered seven to one. She began to become very shy, and very sensitive. When she came to her parents with cuts and bruises because of her brothers her father would tell her to toughen up and her mother would send her off due to the fact that she was far too busy for such petty things.
At the age of twelve she dropped out of school to help around the house, and to get a part time job to raise the family. The eldest two of the sons had gone off to war, the eldest that was left was just a bit too young to join the army. He, however, was far too busy with school to help around the house. So it was left to her and her mother to take care of eight men, a house, and a job each. They somehow managed, though Emiko began to hate men at a young age because of what she had to go through. She spent her entire teenage life in the house or at the local flower shop where she worked, never having time for friends or anything of the sort. Her boss was an angry old man who would constantly insult her and yell at her for doing things wrong, yet another thing that would mold her into the fragile soul she would become.
When Emiko hit the age of adulthood she would be married off to a man she had never met. Her mother wanted her to live with a man who would be able to support a family, not that the family included Emiko in her mind. She would spend the next four years of her life living in fear. The man had the money and rank in the military to comfortably raise a family of three sons, but their mother was a different story. She was hardly ever given food, even though she cooked it, and was constantly beaten by her father. The sons did nothing to stop it, though they swore blind to her that they wanted him to stop. The day before her twenty third birthday would be the last day of her life. Her husband came home drunk, and began to beat her senseless. When she awoke he was standing over her, ready to have his way with her. She kicked him square between the legs and crawled away. When she was able to stand she ran to the woods near her home. There she removed the tanto blade she had stolen from him. She would slit her throat as she listened to him screaming for her and threatening her.
Emiko would wake up chained to the tree she had died by. Lost and confused, she cried out. Suddenly, a massive beast was hovering over her. As she screamed and tried to run, more appeared. What happened next was so painful she blacked out. She would awaken as a hollow. She was like an armadillo, with a massive white shell. In this form, she devoured her husband and children, and moved on to the rest of her family. She had no friends, so she continued to feed on local villages. As she grew in power from devouring spiritually aware souls, she began to get a taste for her own kind. She soon chose to live in the world of Hueco Mundo, feeding on hollows both her strength and stronger than her. Through this method she moved on into the Adjuchas ranks. It was at this rank that she met the Arrancar named Ayako. She was a kind woman, who seemed unafraid of Emiko. Emiko fell in love with the silence that emanated from her, there were no screams or arguments around her. She was completely silent.
It became Emiko's ambition to become an Arrancar and serve under the Espada known as Ayako. After a short fifty years her wish would come true. Emiko was powerful enough to break her mask, morphing into a more humanoid figure. With this new form and the new powers she had discovered, she began that quest. However, before she could realize her dream, the Espada would fall in combat. Now without an ambition or purpose, she could only live to wander in search for a new one.
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Rp Sample:Taken from an original plot site I RP on:
Just an hour before sunset was the time; the town was the place. What a lovely concept, fate, it brings people apart and tears others from each other. It's so fair and just, and yet some choose to whine and bitch about how it hates them. What a ridiculous thought, fate hating someone, thought the beautiful woman known as Nagare Warui. More specifically, she thought this as she wandered her way into a dark alleyway. Because of the convenient placement of the buildings, the sun shown through into the alleyway, despite its low position in the sky. This sunlight revealed her appearance to anyone who happened to sneak a peak at the figure as she walked into that vacant space between a filthy strip club and a pawn shop. Nagare looked an eighteen year old girl, but if that was the age you would guess you'd be more wrong than a straight man in the fashion industry. She had slightly tanned flesh, unmarred by acne or scars despite her age. Standing at only five feet four inches, she was an average height for a woman. She was nearly twig-thin, with a flat-yet visibly unmuscular- stomach. Her arms didn't appear to carry that much muscle in them, because her muscles are compact and wire-like. This was a result of more acrobatics and such than actual combat training. Nagare had a heart shaped face with sharp, defined features. Set in her eye sockets were matching cyan-colored eyes, like the brilliant sky above her. These eyes were rimmed by black eye liner and eye shadow, bringing out the brilliant hue even further. Nagare's eyebrows were thin and arched, ebony in color just like her hair. Between those cyan eyes was a thin, bony nose, her lips also thin, and a light, rosy pink shade. She had high cheek bones, small round ears, and a regal air about her. Her smile was brilliant, revealing perfectly aligned, achromatic teeth. She wore her ebony hair down around the sides of her head, pushing the bangs to the sides to frame her face, while the back was pulled into a ponytail that spanned down half of her back. Moving on a bit lower, her neck was an average height, her shoulders not very wide. She had an average bust, which she had wrapped in a bikini top. Her favorite bikini top to wear is a white one with black pokadots, and that was exactly the one that she was wearing. Her arms were long and slender, her hands small with longer, bony fingers. Fingernails painted black, both middle fingers containing rings in the form of dragon heads. Even further down, she had wide, shapely hips. This was because of her feminine qualities, brought on by puberty. She was wearing jeans, black as her hair. Because she was so skinny, she had to wear a black studded belt, to keep her pants from falling down. Upon her feet were black converse sneakers, with red laces poking out and brilliant white toes.
The alleyway she had stepped into had about as many things to take in as her, which weren't much. The ground was made of dirt, scattered rocks playing the role of eye catcher, should one walk staring at the ground. The rich brown, almost black, dirt was occasionally broken up by white pebbles and other small, white, rocks; like stars on the inky night sky. On either side of her, just three feet in, were two dumpsters, one for each building that made the alleyway. The walls were made of brick, both, and close enough that even she could reach out and touch both with her fingertips. Dirt scattered as she walked on in, kicking it up as her feet skidded over the ground. Next to the green dumpsters were garbage bags that hadn't fit, though the alleyway didn't really seem to stink all that much. It was only a few more feet in that she would reach a wall that marked the end of the alley. The wall was identical to the two buildings, and in the dimming light became almost invisible to her. A sun sank down the horizon, marking a new night and a new form for the beautiful girl who had entered the alleyway.
Suddenly, her form began to become engulfed in shadows. The shadows swirled around her, lashing out at the alleyway, creating gashes in the walls as if they were the claws of a massive beast. Within seconds the sunset was over, and night came into the scene. The sky turned inky black, pinpricked with white lights, and one massive white circle that was a full moon beginning its feverish run from the wolves that the cruel Norse gods had set after it. Shadows fell from her body like water, hitting the dirt and sinking in like it was being absorbed. The form that was left was an astonishing one. She appeared to age at least four more years, being in her early twenties now. Once lightly tanned skin was now a stone grey, though not unappealing; it was smooth, soft looking, and unmarred just like her human form. A small stretch of yellow flew from her body as the hair-tie snapped, allowing her hair to flow down as it should. Wavy bangs covered one eye, her hair seeming to have grown and gone from straight to a beautiful wavy texture. It fell over her chest, spanning down to about her belly button, the back falling to the same length; her silky hair was still dark as the sky above her. Goat-like horns protruded from her shoulder, spanning on either side of her face and protruding a little bit out. Like a reverse-halo, a small black semi-circle, set with glowing rubies, floated above her head. Floating in front of this semi-circle was a glowing ruby in the form of an arrowhead. Within this semi-circle was yet another ruby. Her visage was emotionless, cold, and beautiful. High cheek bones, regal features matching her human forms. The only difference was that her lips were more full, colorless, and her eyes were crimson in color. Cloth tore itself from her, now five foot seven, body as onyx-like material covered her. It spanned the top half of her rib cage, covering the outside slopes of her breasts, including the nipples, and also formed around her upper arms. The material covering her breasts seemed to span to her back, a pair of massive bat-like wings growing from the armor. The wings were folded due to the lack of space, but one could guess that the wing span was nearly two meters. Like the bikini the jeans were destroyed, in their place was a skimpy piece of cloth that covered her hips, vagina, and butt crack, but not much more. Flowing from the back of this cloth came a small cape-like length of material which whipped around her, the force of her appearance creating a small tunnel of wind which swirled around her. Covering her legs, from halfway up her thigh down to her toes, was that same ebony rock-like material. Though the material looked like rock, and was hard as rock on the outside, it was like she was naked to her, not restricting movement at all. She smiled, a door to the alleyway opening.
A young man stumbled through, obviously drunk. He was fair skinned, with blond hair and green eyes. The suit coat he had been wearing was hanging from his right arm, nearly torn off; presumably by a stripper, his shirt dishevelled and his tie falling off. The drunk man release a load of vomit before looking up at her, as if seeing light for the first time. Drool hung from his pathetic face as he stepped toward her, overpowered by her natural ability to turn any man into a willing sex slave. He neared her, but she wouldn't have it. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the throwing daggers which she kept hidden in human form appeared in her hand. She threw the dagger, grazing his neck. Suddenly, he grasped at it, screaming with agony. The blade had barely drawn blood, but its affect would prove more devastating than any laceration. She smiled, throwing another two, which would graze his arms. Two more and his legs would feel the same insane suffering that his neck was experiencing. As he screamed like you wouldn't believe, she collected the knives, causing them to disappear in a puff of smoke-like shadows. Suddenly, her bare, stony-grey hand reached out and grasped him by his neck. She pulled him closer, lifting him into the air. At this point the pain was so unbelievable that he couldn't even cry out. A look of fury crossed her face for a moment, before smoothing back out into its emotionless visage.
"Well, aren't you useless." She growled to the pathetic man, before clenching her fingers around his throat. Blood scattered across the alley walls, and the chest of Albatross. She dropped the corpse, reaching down to her chest where she would wipe off his blood with one finger. Putting that finger in her mouth, she licked her finger clean, taking in the delicious taste of blood once more.
"It's been too long." She giggled to herself, before turning to see what other fun she could have.
Thu Mar 04, 2010 9:28 pm
