Siena [Hollow]

Name: Siena
Age: 1241
Gender: Female
Height: 5’ 6”
Weight: 143lbs

Appearance: Siena appears to be very average to most. Some might even say that she is perhaps one of the most beautiful looking people they have ever seen. Okay enough of boosting her fragmented ego, Siena is not that good looking. She is just a simple girl whom enjoys wearing dresses from the human world, so much that she has in fact gone there only to steal them, and adapt them so she can wear them without being seen. Typcially wearing more old style clothing however, you will rarely find her outside in jeans or in a mini skirt. Hell she is a prude in dress, cleavage even pisses her off, and will make her view as a little too loose the crazy old bat. She normally wears a hat anywhere however as it hides her shattered mask that is but a fragment of its former glory. Her mask appears to be that of a darker black in color, it’s design having but one flowing golden vein across the outside down to the very tip. It extends across her back end of her skull and down her neck line slightly the neckline part normally being hidden by her hair. The head born part matching that of a dark grey in color, and appearing as nothing more than a simple flat plate with gold trim on the outside, the middle of the mask is shattered in what seems to be two. The end that runs along the neckline appears to be that of a straight scorpion tail, that lays to rest within the base of her shoulder blades. It’s end pointing outward from her body if only slightly. The tail appears to have joints along it which overlap each other.

Siena’s height is that of five feet six inch’s a proud height if she says so herself, being well she can’t really change it so why complain about it? Her skin is that of a slightly pale shade, though still shows its overall beige color through and through. Not one to go for a tan however as well she actually enjoys the moonlight Siena tends to just be just as lazy on taking care of her sex appeal, as a kid on finishing their homework. Her weight is that of one hundred and forty three pounds, a weight which she finds to be nice, though like any girl she will still ask if the dress makes her look fat, even if she is just about to kick your ass. Her hair is that of Sunstroke blonde which shines in the moonlight, and is radiant within the sunlight; in fact it is one of the features she is most proud of about her body as a whole, and perhaps one of the only reasons she finds her broken mask to be tolerable. Her eyes are that of a light brown, that seem it have a mix of green within them as well if only slightly. The hole that is upon all hollows is located right where her stomach would be if she was still alive. It is not a big hole, like some hollows instead it might be quite easy to miss at a distance; then again she never goes without a formal outfit so it’s not like she would ever let it be seen on her own consent.

Spoiler:

Being that is she is a fallen arrancar, she has gone through many a different transformation through hollow evolution, some of which she is less than proud of, and others that she is quite fond of; The many different ones that she has gone through all being different, and much grander in scale; The only boring one in her being that of a menos, a statement that many hollows would agree with.

Spoiler:

Siena Zanpaktou while shattered, and dead at of this moment is still of great value to her. It is the essence from her attempts to draw her former power from, and the hope she carries with her to return to her former glory. It’s name is that of Scorpio Vitiosus, (Scorpions vice in Latin) her former release form calling being “Ensnare Scorpio Vitiosus”.

The hilt of her blade appears to be that of a spire which leads up to dim orange crystal, which seems to shift inside with green pulses on occasion. The guard of her blade appearing to be that stunted scorpion claws that protrude almost like the wings of a bat. Further down upon the blade rests a tail that seems to be of both a devil, and a scorpion all on one, a feature she is not truly proud of as she fears the devil means her sins are too great to pass on peacefully, but all the same it is a part of her, and she still doesn’t hate herself. She typically carries the shattered portions of her blade within her shattered sword, it’s form being unable to return to normal until her mask itself is restored. It is broken into four separate pieces ignoring the base of the blade, guard, and hilt.

Her shattered Zanpaktou’s appearance:

Spoiler:

Race: Caucasian
Soul race: Badass Hollow
Hair color: Sunstroke Blonde, Waist length.
Eye color: Light Brown/with hints of green
Body type: Athletic, Thin, slightly pale.
Country of origin: Scotland (Back when it was still called Scotland, and not this pansy Tairia) [Tairia]

Personality: Siena is a very easy going, and relaxed individual. Her own attitude flowing with the conversation as water flows in a stream, she keeps the topic going, and listens when it is her turn to do so. Flashy is not a term she uses to describe herself, nor it is something she places onto any of her actions, if something needs to be done, why announce it. No just do it, always works out for the best.

Sorrow: She knows of it well, in all of her years of “life” she has never not felt sorrow upon her. Not being able to help those whom you care about is one thing, but desiring to kill them, in order to satisfy your own needs is another. The sorrow of eating another’s soul is one that has made her appreciate the life she has, even if it is in what most would call sin. Though her own sorrow has learned to fight on using the excuse within her mind that her body is no longer just her own, and it belongs to all whom she has killed.

Anger: A rare emotion, and one she will not normally feel. Anger is something she has gotten over for the most part. Never normally feeling the need to strike out against another just because of words they have spoken, Siena generally is calm, and collected. When she does get angry however it is not to be taken lightly. Generally she finds herself not in a ‘Kill everything with fire mode” so much as you are a sinner upon their plain and must be destroyed, making her rage if anything quite frightening. Good thing she doesn’t experience it often enough to have it really be on a record.

Joy: Not one for joy Siena tends to be rather boring at parties. Well unless you talk to her, and get her onto a subject she is interested in. Normally not one to really feel happiness within her life though Siena has been left as nothing more than, yep you guessed it hollow shell. Forever feeling as if she is lacking something, Joy only flutters in, and out of her conscious mind.

Love: Is what again? No Siena knows what love is, but she cannot feel it. She may feel attached to another in some way, but it will never go as far as loving them, it is simply beyond her comprehension. This lack of emotion has lead her to question what motivates others besides logic, or one’s own preservation, an answer she has yet to find or willingly understand on her own. If she had ever experienced love it would be when she was but a human, and not a hollow, or was it, her memory is faded after her incident so it is hard to tell. What is certain is that she has no idea as to what love feels like, or what good can come from it.

Passion: Now this is something she is not lacking in. Despite the fact that she is nothing more than a hollowed soul, Siena enjoys learning and growing mentally. No amount of information is enough, and as such it has become her main pass time over her ages of life. It is the one trait that lead to her downfall, as well as rise in power, and it is the one trait that makes her feel unique among her kind.

Goals: She has none but to live. Wandering the vast desert of Hueco Mundo, she finds no joy within anything, but that she is alive. There is neither goal nor grand plan in mind, she is simply far too old to see a point in it. Everything is far too pointless to be worthy of a goal. Helping others in their goals is useless to her, existence is all she seeks, as death is but the one and only fear that grips her.

Fear: She almost never experiences this feeling. She has seen it all at its worst. Hollows killing hollows, Shinigami killing Shinigami. Mass genocide, destruction, murder, death, disease, rape, all of it. In her mind it does not matter what “Race” You are, as she seen all of them equal in sin. She still has but one fear though, the fear of death. She does not know of her past, nor does she know if her actions within the world of the hollows affects what might become her salvation if she was to fall. So thusly she stays alive, and avoids conflict, as death is the one button that should never be touched, lest she break, and turn from a pacifistic like personality into a unstoppable killing machine.

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General Aspects:

• Stamina: 4
  
• Reiatsu: 3
  
• Dexterity: 4
  

Race specific Aspects:

• Hierro: 2
  
• Mask: 1
  
• Reiatsu Gathering: 2
  

IC post count: 100

Ability: Reapers Entanglement

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background: Siena was born long before the country of Tairia existed, and long before any current records have been kept. She lived in a simple time, a time with little worries that were artificial, a time when men were men, and women were women, and problems were mostly the same. Born during the winter time long ago Siena was known by a different name, a name she does not remember in the slightest. Her friends, family, all of them barely but shadows within her age old mind; Her old home seeming to be nothing more than a distance memory a memory which still haunts her ghost till this day.

The morning was cold, and heartless a woman struggled in pain as a new life was being manifested from its palace of creation. With a cry a new life entered the world, it’s spark fluttering within the open air. A father and mother the couple became that day, bound to their child and each other. A new life, and a new beginning, it was all they could have hoped for, and so began their journey together as the doctor said Congratulation it’s a girl.

So came the first year of many, the little baby seeming to catching more than her handful of colds as the winters cold breathe infected her, the springs warm heat caused the young body to slip into allergies, summer lead to heat which caused flashes of her own bodies, and fall was but the calm before the storm. This is correct Siena was born sickly, and feeble, not really wonderful traits to be born with, but they were traits none the less. Hardship soon followed, and not in the poor family kind, actually her family was quite well off. Her mother stayed at home and raised her while her father worked well in his profession, a simple profession called stealing the other clans cows. Her home would forever be the land that she was born in, the land being Scotland; Her name ending in that of Johnston. A border reaver clan her family seemed to always be involved in some sort of conflict. Be it beating the crap out of a rival clan called Maxwell, or just chilling and killing English folks, it was all pretty simple. This made her feel however less than proud of her condition, being that she couldn’t ever hope to help her father or mother, as her body told her no occasion after occasion. She grew up though with a happy life, simple and happy, not easy but at the same time not hard except for her own body.

The years rolled by she grew up, and became an adult, her life was simple, and well to her a bit boring. She wished to be able to do more than just stay back at home, and help well tidy up. She wanted to actually travel the world, become a part of so many people’s lives, follow in her father’s footsteps. It would have been bliss, or rather it was bliss. As the off chance passed her by the young girl she decided to take a chance. Following the group that came by she left off upon an adventure around at the very least the isles. It would be many years that she would travel and see the world, and finally be able to live her life as she wished. Sure she felt the sting of disease against her flesh but it was only minor setbacks. Her life was new, and wonderful. Back within that of her old life however, her father, and mother had both passed away their lives taken from them during one of the usual raids that occurred, and feuds.

During the panic and hate that spewed between the two families, an unusual amount of hollows managed to find their way into the “real” world. A one sided war raged as the hollows devoured the soul chains of the fallen warriors, and innocent lives became twisted. Shinigami being too little too late for most of the poor souls that were upon the field, the girl’s mother, and brother being two of the poor souls that could not be saved, as only the father remained. His soul saved by that of a Shinigami’s konso, leaving him to depart to the soul society, and the rest of his family to fall to Hueco mundo. About to board a boat to the “main” land as to explore the other worlds various lands, and experience their people the girl met up with someone whom she never thought she would see again. A invisible blade striking down upon her body like a hot knife through butter. Falling out of her body like a bee being freed from its cocoon. Her body falling limp upon the floor the girl let out but a cry as she saw herself dead on the ground, and a monster in front of her. The horrible form being like that of a lion, a bugling deformed lion with a mask of white, and a face of gasp…. Evil…

Coming down upon her like a moth to a flame the hollow ate away in seconds the chain of fate from her body, a hole now exposed, and her face becoming covered with a mask. In a brief second she was gone, nothing but a corpse remaining her soul belonged to Hueco Mundo. Days became weeks, as weeks became months. Year flew by as time seemed to stand still within the realm of Hueco Mundo, the hunger from the hollows cleansing and repopulating it’s void of a desert. Within this sad group of souls the girl stood as but a lowly hollow, no stronger than a fly within the land. Millions of souls swirling around in hate, and hunger. Grouping and forming Gillian’s the ones whom desired the flesh of other hollows began to cluster, all around the soul of the poor girl whom was trying to do nothing more than find purpose. Actually no this is a lie she was in the attack pattern along with them as she loved the taste of other hollows their void was like a toxin within her system a toxin which lead her only desiring more. Always on the edge it was a rush without end a rush that caused the hundred hollows that gathered to become that of a Gillian. This Gillian was different from the others however its mask being that of the girls own. Floating for years as nothing but a mass of souls, the girl kept her personality and hunger for others souls. Nothing could stop her as she ate the souls of other gillians, their own life forces increasing her power her own body beginning to feel as it was transforming with each Gillian she consumed.

The consumption of the many fuels the power of the one. This is the principle that Hueco Mundo lives by this is what creates hollows, and makes them beings anew. The day finally came when the young Gillian became a Menos grande, something that is to truly be feared if only for the doom bolt. Falling further and further into what would call sin her hunger only grew worse, consuming more and more Gillian’s and hollows alike the girl became a Adjuchas, her form changing back into that of a scorpion. Finally after two hundred years she could talk, and move about like she could before. Freedom was hers once again, and with it came new power, power that would need to grow. The sound of hollows crying could be heard throughout the endless night as the poison from that of the desert scorpion crippled, and left all in its wake helpless. Thousands were consumed in the young hollows wraith, many of which were other Adjuchas, their own powers normally falling to her own, a few stubborn enough to live but in the end they all fell to her power. The slow and total corruption of her body came when her ten thousandth soul was consumed, a number some may consider to be high but to her it was all worth it. Becoming that of a Vasto Lordes was the greatest dream to her, her mind far from the kind sickly and sweet girl she was within life, now all she wanted was power, but of a different kind. She was at the end of hollow evolution, she had obtained it all, but now it was time to truly gain control through her power.

The next hundred years were followed by her gathering different hollows to form under her banner, few in all of Hueco Mundo could truly fight against her, so they joined instead of suffer death. It was a reign ruled by fear, and power. Plotting now however the girl desired more, even more power but where to get it from? She had in all these years never left the world of Hueco Mundo, but she had heard rumors about Shinigami. They were a race of people whom looked just like well people, their power was great, and most importantly they had the same level of ability as she did, the boundaries of their two races seeming to be parallel opposites. If only there was a way to become as powerful as the Shinigami, to gain their power, then she would be two in one, complete and perfect. But how, how would it be possible, she was already small like a human perhaps… perhaps there was a way maybe there might be a way some way. Shinigami their differences, and the reports of her servants lead her to do the unthinkable something that was needed for all hollows. A crazy thought came within her mind, to rip off the mask that was holding her back all this time. It was a way of hiding her face from others, and hide from the shame of being fallen… but if she became perfect what would be the need to hide? No others would be hiding from her.

Commanding her followers to do the unthinkable she ordered them to remove her mask. To forcefully “Kill her” in a sense. They all confused slightly the more violent ones (And there were allot of violent ones) lept upon her, and began to tear at her mask one by one. Tearing and ripping at it they torn it apart showing for the first time what seemed to be four hundred years her face. A cry of pain was let out as she was enveloped within a burst of light. Before her seemed to be nothing but a world of dreams it’s color swirling, and vibrating with radiant light. Before her stood another, whom looked to be just like her. Moments passed in Hueco Mundo but years passed within the realm of dreams. A battle between shinigami and hollow taking place. The two opposite and fighting to cleanse or become complete. It was the classic good vs. evil only this time evil would claim the battle. The shinigami self finally falling before her, the girl took but one gulp, and feeling a surge of power well within her emerged from her slumber upon the cold desert sand not as a scorpion, but as a human at least in appearance. Her mask no longer hiding her face, it laid upon her head, her former tail nothing more than a little chain at the end of the mask. It draped over the back of her head and for the first time she could finally breathe in the air of Hueco Mundo as a human. Smirking as she felt weight upon her waist she saw that of a sword, it’s presence feeling like her own, it had worked she had gained what the Shinigami had, and more. She had an army of “loyal” followers, the power of the highest level of hollows and the power of the Shinigami… now all that was left to test it out. But who would be a good target?

A peaceful that would turn into a nightmare; this was the scene of the Soul Society upon but an average day. Everything turned into nothing more than a slaughter for the hollows to enjoy. Rifts opened within the Soul Society as the hollows poured forth. The Shinigami responded to the Adjuchas, menos Grande, and various other hollows attacked in groups. The Shinigami confused as to how they were organized, did not realize the main hollow was within their very company. Walking down the street with nothing but an umbrella, and a fancy dress; her boots brushing off the dust below as she hummed a little tune; Chaos is truly a beautiful thing. The war raged on until both sides felt the sting of battle upon them, many shinigami had fallen and almost all the hollows were slain, all but one. Two captain generals out of commission and a third one with a broken Zanpaktou things didn’t look too good when the girl marched up to the center of the Seireitei, and laughed. The lot of the Shinigami within it just staring at her in disbelief as she lifted up her top only enough to show the hole that was where her stomach should have been. They all trying to pounce her she must have killed at least a dozen with but one cero from her mighty hand. Waving them off to the afterlife if you will. Her actions though were stopped by the last remaining captain general whom appeared with his sword raised high, and his face filled with pride. They both spoke out and quickly just laughed a little bit at how amusing it was. Seemed they both spoke the same language, of course their gale was just a bit out of fashion for this time and era, but they didn’t care. It was as if they had some kind of unforeseen bond, besides that of mortal enemies. It did not matter though as the fight would continue on it seeming to last forever; one gaining the upper hand over the other, another growing in power while one lost power, their struggle finally came to an end, but not in the way many would think.

Standing above her fallen body of the girl was that of the Captain general, his eyes met hers as she felt sorrow weld up within her. Her plans had failed, and despite the blows she had landed upon him he still stood his own body and abilities seeming to be the polar opposite of her own. It was the end she was going to go to hell, she had committed too many sins not to go to such a place, this was the end of her life as she would know it, or would it be? Standing over her the general took his sword to the top of her head, and breaking her mask in half, shattered her sword upon the ground into five pieces. His face resolute, and determined, she would not get a cleansing for performing this genocide. Placing upon her wrists handcuffs that were made of Seiki Seiki rock he disabled her abilities if only to throw her through the Senkaimon back into Hueco Mundo deep within the Menos forest within a enclosed cave a prison within her own home, a place she would know for the next three hundred years as nothing more than a cell. Years of waiting, powerless weak, nothing left but to think upon her own thoughts, sword shattered, and mask destroyed she was a broken hollow in a world of her own complete kind. One name kept going throughout her head as she thought about what he had said, that everyone needs a name, so he would give her a name though it was a silly one that he had made up at a moment’s notice. Siena it was a simple name that he believed sounded elegant enough, at the time she had scoffed at him for trying to give a name to her being, but now she didn’t care. She was no longer who she was before, though shattered she still had strength only enough to survive however. She did not curse him though she merely moved forward it was her own mistake after all there is no point in regret.

Countless years of sorrow passed her by as she slowly regained her abilities, slowly every so slowly. The more she felt as if she was becoming human the more her mask grew back the tail finally reforming after four hundred long years. No longer did she desire to rule or to have power, all she wanted was peace, and to never have to battle another again, in the end it only helped to fuel her fear of death, fear of falling and being sent to be punished for her sins, but most of all she didn’t want to have others follow her because of fear, but because of another emotion, an emotion she felt she could never understand.

Wandering from city to city upon earth, absorbing various reitsu particles from different places she felt only the need to regain her power so she may prevent others from taking her same path. The path that only leads to destruction, it had been proven why the Soul Society still stood they were strong. Not because of their abilities or their numbers but because of their heart, something a hollow could never possess no matter how much they wished for it. This is where the story picks up, for five hundred years Siena has been searching for what it means to have a heart, her mind forever locked away from its meaning. Forever trapped in a mindset that wishes to repeat her actions, her own willpower being all that stops it. Her goal now is but to merely live, and restore herself, for she believes if she is to find out what it means to have their strength, true strength she must first become well.. whole again.

Looks good, I'd say start with 100 IC posts? Agreements? Disagreements? Counter-proposals?

I vote 1 IC post, because it's funny.

Er. I mean... I concur with Fei.

Updated with the correct + amounts to fit the post count. all readyz now.

Looks good to me. Approved.

Approved AND moved. Cause I'm that good and the app is modified according to the system now.