JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Los Paséridos on Dec 21, 2013 9:53:07 GMT -5
NAME: Los Paséridos
ALIAS: Fracción del Cero Espada / The Greatest Joke-tale in all of Hueco Mundo
RACE: Hollow | Arrancar?
AGE: 297
AFFILIATION: Cero Espada Alastar Ullr, El Renacimiento
DIFFICULTY SETTING: Medium
APPEARANCE:
Los Paséridos is exactly as it's name implies: it's a sparrow. The difference is, it's a hollow sparrow, and actually an arrancar. It, like many hollows, has a tiny hole in it's breast. The only other two signs of it's unnatural origin is it's zanpakuto (which covers it's hole) and what appears to be a golden horn protruding from it's head, adorned with a red jewel.
It appears to be a variant of the Passer Hispaniolensis, or Spanish Sparrow. From it's features, it appears to be a female species. However, it's voice is androgynous, so it is up for debate. It is approximately 20cm (7.8 inches) in body length, and it's wingspan is approximately 30 cm (11.8 inches). It has a short, 6 cm (2.2 inch) tail.
FACE CLAIM: Blu Ringahda|Phantasy Star Online 2
PERSONALITY:
Los Paséridos is a quiet one, often passing itself off as an actual bird. However, it often displays vicious behaviour, like a hollow, when hunting. It's beak may be small, but it's ambition is big, tearing at it's prey mercilessly. When speaking, it takes on one of two tones: neutral or angered.
In truth, Los Paséridos was originally an arrogant one, mad and lusting for the power to feast on everything it wanted. It ate as a sign of true domination, but it was not gluttonous; when he no longer wished to eat it simply either killed or left alone, believing it will rot on it's own for it was nothing to the being that was the true winner. Now it is much like a tamed animal, which was forcefully shown the error of it's ways, and was forced to live with the shame for the rest of it's life.
HISTORY:
The tale of Los Paséridos began... well, it kind of didn't. What happened was that a stray bird flew into the mouth of a hollow as it fed on a human. That was that. As the black mass continued to devour, the soul of the little bird fought inside. It fought to eat. It fought to be free. It fought to spread it's wings once more in the outside world.
The soul of the bird inside was weak, but it knew no bounds. For decades on end it waged a mental war against the thousands of others inside it. It was going to take off and all shall be under it.
And take off it did. Finally, after nearly a hundred years of mental struggle, wishing for the same three things and putting all others beneath it, it had ascended to the very peak. It had control, and it felt fantastic. By now it's external body had just evolved into an Adjuchas. Perhaps it is the first time the body did so, or it might have had a previous regression. Spreading it's wings, it took off, consuming those that bowed to it, and striking down those that didn't. This continued on for decades, and would have continued for centuries...
...If it wasn't stopped by some humanoid. Forgoing language, the Adjuchas roared in the face of this humanoid, expecting it to bow. Instead, it struck back, with a blunt force so powerful the Adjuchas was sprawled out on the floor, it's reign almost ended if not for the humanoid's mercy.
"Wait" the Adjuchas managed to find language from somewhere in it's mind. "How did you attain all that power?"
Shrugging, the humanoid looked back at the Adjuchas. "What do I lack?" he asked rhetorically, leaving before another word was spoken.
Eventually, the Adjuchas regained it's strength. In confusion and frustration, it consumed as much as it could, seeking new power. One day, it will surely soar above that man. And on that day it shall soar so high it could touch the heavens.
But that day did not come. No matter how much it consumed, the Adjuchas could not find new power. In it's agitation, it finally remembered the man's words. What did he lack?
It was not size, for his power was so great size meant nothing to him.
It was not wings, for all which attempted to ascend past him were brought to the ground.
No, it was something the Adjuchas never cared about. Until now.
What that man lacked was a mask. With it's two hands, the Adjuchas attempted to rip off it's own mask, but it was stubborn. For an entire day the Adjuchas wrestled with itself in frustration. At the end of that day, the Adjuchas found itself with an extra pair of hands. For two more days the Adjuchas wrestled with it's own face, until it finally came off.
Torrents of desert winds and energy swirled around the Adjuchas. It could finally attain power.
It could finally soar above all else.
It could finally... finally...
What happened next was so bizarre, even if there were no other witnesses it would become the greatest joke in all of Hueco Mundo. One that would have all generations of Godkings force themselves to hold back their laughter.
It turned back into a tiny bird. The amount of frustration that culminated inside that little bird then may as well have turned the bird into an honorary espada of frustration.
Everything it wanted to be came crumbling down in a single moment of arrogance. Dejected, the bird flew across the desert sands once more, unsure of it's fate.
That was how the bird had came to be the pet of the Cero Espada. Like birds of a feather, The Sparrow serves and watches the aspect of arrogance, observing his (mis) adventures silently, like a real pet.
ALIAS: Fracción del Cero Espada / The Greatest Joke-tale in all of Hueco Mundo
RACE: Hollow | Arrancar?
AGE: 297
AFFILIATION: Cero Espada Alastar Ullr, El Renacimiento
DIFFICULTY SETTING: Medium
APPEARANCE:
Los Paséridos is exactly as it's name implies: it's a sparrow. The difference is, it's a hollow sparrow, and actually an arrancar. It, like many hollows, has a tiny hole in it's breast. The only other two signs of it's unnatural origin is it's zanpakuto (which covers it's hole) and what appears to be a golden horn protruding from it's head, adorned with a red jewel.
It appears to be a variant of the Passer Hispaniolensis, or Spanish Sparrow. From it's features, it appears to be a female species. However, it's voice is androgynous, so it is up for debate. It is approximately 20cm (7.8 inches) in body length, and it's wingspan is approximately 30 cm (11.8 inches). It has a short, 6 cm (2.2 inch) tail.
FACE CLAIM: Blu Ringahda|Phantasy Star Online 2
PERSONALITY:
Los Paséridos is a quiet one, often passing itself off as an actual bird. However, it often displays vicious behaviour, like a hollow, when hunting. It's beak may be small, but it's ambition is big, tearing at it's prey mercilessly. When speaking, it takes on one of two tones: neutral or angered.
In truth, Los Paséridos was originally an arrogant one, mad and lusting for the power to feast on everything it wanted. It ate as a sign of true domination, but it was not gluttonous; when he no longer wished to eat it simply either killed or left alone, believing it will rot on it's own for it was nothing to the being that was the true winner. Now it is much like a tamed animal, which was forcefully shown the error of it's ways, and was forced to live with the shame for the rest of it's life.
HISTORY:
The tale of Los Paséridos began... well, it kind of didn't. What happened was that a stray bird flew into the mouth of a hollow as it fed on a human. That was that. As the black mass continued to devour, the soul of the little bird fought inside. It fought to eat. It fought to be free. It fought to spread it's wings once more in the outside world.
The soul of the bird inside was weak, but it knew no bounds. For decades on end it waged a mental war against the thousands of others inside it. It was going to take off and all shall be under it.
And take off it did. Finally, after nearly a hundred years of mental struggle, wishing for the same three things and putting all others beneath it, it had ascended to the very peak. It had control, and it felt fantastic. By now it's external body had just evolved into an Adjuchas. Perhaps it is the first time the body did so, or it might have had a previous regression. Spreading it's wings, it took off, consuming those that bowed to it, and striking down those that didn't. This continued on for decades, and would have continued for centuries...
...If it wasn't stopped by some humanoid. Forgoing language, the Adjuchas roared in the face of this humanoid, expecting it to bow. Instead, it struck back, with a blunt force so powerful the Adjuchas was sprawled out on the floor, it's reign almost ended if not for the humanoid's mercy.
"Wait" the Adjuchas managed to find language from somewhere in it's mind. "How did you attain all that power?"
Shrugging, the humanoid looked back at the Adjuchas. "What do I lack?" he asked rhetorically, leaving before another word was spoken.
Eventually, the Adjuchas regained it's strength. In confusion and frustration, it consumed as much as it could, seeking new power. One day, it will surely soar above that man. And on that day it shall soar so high it could touch the heavens.
But that day did not come. No matter how much it consumed, the Adjuchas could not find new power. In it's agitation, it finally remembered the man's words. What did he lack?
It was not size, for his power was so great size meant nothing to him.
It was not wings, for all which attempted to ascend past him were brought to the ground.
No, it was something the Adjuchas never cared about. Until now.
What that man lacked was a mask. With it's two hands, the Adjuchas attempted to rip off it's own mask, but it was stubborn. For an entire day the Adjuchas wrestled with itself in frustration. At the end of that day, the Adjuchas found itself with an extra pair of hands. For two more days the Adjuchas wrestled with it's own face, until it finally came off.
Torrents of desert winds and energy swirled around the Adjuchas. It could finally attain power.
It could finally soar above all else.
It could finally... finally...
What happened next was so bizarre, even if there were no other witnesses it would become the greatest joke in all of Hueco Mundo. One that would have all generations of Godkings force themselves to hold back their laughter.
It turned back into a tiny bird. The amount of frustration that culminated inside that little bird then may as well have turned the bird into an honorary espada of frustration.
Everything it wanted to be came crumbling down in a single moment of arrogance. Dejected, the bird flew across the desert sands once more, unsure of it's fate.
That was how the bird had came to be the pet of the Cero Espada. Like birds of a feather, The Sparrow serves and watches the aspect of arrogance, observing his (mis) adventures silently, like a real pet.
