JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Alena Sirena on Feb 18, 2014 7:21:47 GMT -5
NAME: Alena Sirena
ALIAS: Maiden of Resentment
RACE: Arrancar - Octava Espada
Aspect: Resentment
AGE: 236, although appears to be 27, a very young looking 27 at that.
APPEARANCE: Alena Sirena
Alena is just 5 feet and 11 inches tall, weighing in at 140lbs. Being like most arrancar, she wears an inverted Shinigami outfit, although she has tailored it into a more suitable style for herself. That being a low cut dress with matching long arm sleeved gloves.
Her hollow hole is located right where her heart should be.
Her hollow mask is on the side of head, a shattered and half broken wedding tiara that is held in her hair on the left side of her head.
PERSONALITY:
The Good:
◊ Creative ◊ - Be that in her every day activities, torturing, or general slaughter.
◊ Charismatic ◊ - A lady has to have her charms
◊ Regal ◊ - She is the top bitch around here, ok? Despite what higher ups might say...or do to her...
◊ Loyal ◊ - To whomever is top dog at the time, she has to be on the winning side after all.
◊ Passionate ◊ - Whether it's making art, food, or killing, this woman has a passion to die for.
The Bad:
♦ Psychotic ♦ - She will kill anything for fun, just make sure she never bores...
♦ Sadomasochist ♦ - After all these years, she has learnt to love the pain inflicted onto her own body, to the point of it becoming rather unhealthy for anyone watching...
♦ Vindictive ♦ - Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
♦ Envious ♦ - She wants what you have, an she will resent you for it.
♦ Ruthless ♦ - Bitch, do NOT get in her way...
The Ugly:
Why would anything go here? She'snot insane PERFECT!
ALLIANCE: El Renacimiento
HISTORY:
Love was the one thing she strived to get but could never achieve. She had never been shown how to love by her parents or even her nanny, all of which were very strict and very snide. How could a creature like her ever learn to love in such an environment? Easy answer? She didn't. Never has and never will.
As she grew, she never had time for friends, or as she found, people who would just use her for her cash. All were insignificant in her life, people that she was much better off without of course, although once they had left there was always a little pang inside her tiny heart. A pang of sorrow that she never quite understood. Why should she miss them if all they did was to use her for their own gain? Why should she long for any such company. Although perhaps she was going to miss not feeling lonely for once...
More years passed and she blossomed into a wealthy young woman who had almost become head of her family's estate, what with her parents now becoming elderly and unable to continue. Now it was up to her as the sole heir, seeing as they had no other children as it took too much time off their hands. Yet that was when she met the most pivotal person in her entire life. The man who would take her heart, and tear it out infront of her. The man she would walk down an isle for, the man she would say 'I Do', and 'Till Death Do Us Part.'
His name no longer holds any meaning to her, yet his act of true greed and self satisfaction is all she needs to remember. He swept her up on a long trail of fake love and false devotion, always he was willing to do what she wanted, always he waned to hear what she said, always he wanted to know about her. Noone had ever done that before. She can't remember how he met him, but he does remember their months of courting, and not once did she imagine all he was after was her money. Not once did he ever give her reason to, yet his trail of woe and lies would soon become all too apparent.
They had only been courting for 6 months before he proposed. A small wedding, barren almost. All they needed was each other, the minister and a witness. By now her parents had both died leaving her the only person alive to tend to the massive fortune they had amassed. Their vows were made, he kissed the bride and as soon as noone was looking...over the balcony she went.
She couldn't remember how it had happened exactly, but all she remembers was as she fell, she saw his twisted face as she went down. In that moment, she knew, she knew exactly what he had been up to and what he had done to her, all for the sake of her money. Her last moments alive were filled with a rage, a curse on her lips and the resentment of a thousand heart broken and betrayed women coursed though her veins. Until she lay motionless of the floor below. And that was that.
Or so her ex-husband had thought.
But death brings out the best in people, or in this case, the worst.
OOC NAME: Oddish
FACE CLAIM: Fullmetal Alchemist, Lust
ALIAS: Maiden of Resentment
RACE: Arrancar - Octava Espada
Aspect: Resentment
AGE: 236, although appears to be 27, a very young looking 27 at that.
APPEARANCE: Alena Sirena
Alena is just 5 feet and 11 inches tall, weighing in at 140lbs. Being like most arrancar, she wears an inverted Shinigami outfit, although she has tailored it into a more suitable style for herself. That being a low cut dress with matching long arm sleeved gloves.
Her hollow hole is located right where her heart should be.
Her hollow mask is on the side of head, a shattered and half broken wedding tiara that is held in her hair on the left side of her head.
PERSONALITY:
The Good:
◊ Creative ◊ - Be that in her every day activities, torturing, or general slaughter.
◊ Charismatic ◊ - A lady has to have her charms
◊ Regal ◊ - She is the top bitch around here, ok? Despite what higher ups might say...or do to her...
◊ Loyal ◊ - To whomever is top dog at the time, she has to be on the winning side after all.
◊ Passionate ◊ - Whether it's making art, food, or killing, this woman has a passion to die for.
The Bad:
♦ Psychotic ♦ - She will kill anything for fun, just make sure she never bores...
♦ Sadomasochist ♦ - After all these years, she has learnt to love the pain inflicted onto her own body, to the point of it becoming rather unhealthy for anyone watching...
♦ Vindictive ♦ - Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
♦ Envious ♦ - She wants what you have, an she will resent you for it.
♦ Ruthless ♦ - Bitch, do NOT get in her way...
The Ugly:
Why would anything go here? She's
ALLIANCE: El Renacimiento
HISTORY:
Life
The life of one Alena Sirena was nothing out of the ordinary, well nothing out of the ordinary if you were a wealthy woman of a grecian nation. She never went without anything, she always got what she wanted except for the one thing most rich children never seemed to get from their parents. Love.Love was the one thing she strived to get but could never achieve. She had never been shown how to love by her parents or even her nanny, all of which were very strict and very snide. How could a creature like her ever learn to love in such an environment? Easy answer? She didn't. Never has and never will.
As she grew, she never had time for friends, or as she found, people who would just use her for her cash. All were insignificant in her life, people that she was much better off without of course, although once they had left there was always a little pang inside her tiny heart. A pang of sorrow that she never quite understood. Why should she miss them if all they did was to use her for their own gain? Why should she long for any such company. Although perhaps she was going to miss not feeling lonely for once...
More years passed and she blossomed into a wealthy young woman who had almost become head of her family's estate, what with her parents now becoming elderly and unable to continue. Now it was up to her as the sole heir, seeing as they had no other children as it took too much time off their hands. Yet that was when she met the most pivotal person in her entire life. The man who would take her heart, and tear it out infront of her. The man she would walk down an isle for, the man she would say 'I Do', and 'Till Death Do Us Part.'
His name no longer holds any meaning to her, yet his act of true greed and self satisfaction is all she needs to remember. He swept her up on a long trail of fake love and false devotion, always he was willing to do what she wanted, always he waned to hear what she said, always he wanted to know about her. Noone had ever done that before. She can't remember how he met him, but he does remember their months of courting, and not once did she imagine all he was after was her money. Not once did he ever give her reason to, yet his trail of woe and lies would soon become all too apparent.
They had only been courting for 6 months before he proposed. A small wedding, barren almost. All they needed was each other, the minister and a witness. By now her parents had both died leaving her the only person alive to tend to the massive fortune they had amassed. Their vows were made, he kissed the bride and as soon as noone was looking...over the balcony she went.
She couldn't remember how it had happened exactly, but all she remembers was as she fell, she saw his twisted face as she went down. In that moment, she knew, she knew exactly what he had been up to and what he had done to her, all for the sake of her money. Her last moments alive were filled with a rage, a curse on her lips and the resentment of a thousand heart broken and betrayed women coursed though her veins. Until she lay motionless of the floor below. And that was that.
Or so her ex-husband had thought.
But death brings out the best in people, or in this case, the worst.
Death
DIFFICULTY: HardOnce she was dead, she already knew all she had to know. Her husband had killed her for her money, what more should she need to know? Never did she make a single attempt at forgiveness, never did she stop to wonder what could have been, all that was left was a woman, bitter, full of scorn and rage, and most of all resentment towards the man she gave everything to. He needed to die, nay he had to die for what he had done, but slowly, painfully, and he needed to know it was her.
What could she do though?
Her body was gone, she couldn't pick up anything or do anything. For the first time in her life, she was powerless, yet this did nothing to subside her resentment towards this man. Every minute of every hour of every day she cursed him. She cursed him till dusk and dawn for weeks and weeks. She never noticed that the chain she had was starting to come apart along with a hole starting to form on her chest. With each day she felt strangely stronger, each passing curse she felt more relief, with each thing she witnessed him doing she felt something coursing through her soul. Soon she began to get worse, more violent towards him even though he never knew as he could not see.
Although the days of her 'playing nice' were about to end.
One day, she would see him doing the one thing that would tip her over the edge, he was in the arms of another woman. Not only had he the audacity to kill her for her wealth, but now he was lavishing that which was never his to that of someone else. Where the next part came from she doesn't know, nor did she even really care. All she knew was that she was thankful for this very day. She opened her mouth and started her cursing, little by little it grew in violence, power, strength and resentment towards not only this man, but this new woman as well. On and on it went, bigger and stronger it got until she was about to burst. Louder and louder, stronger and more powerful she became with each word until she fond herself subconsciously pulling off the remains of her chain, and releasing the hollow within.
What happened next was such a rush she hardly remembers any part of it at all. The main thing she remembered was seeing two corpses on the floor before her, two whimpering souls staring up into the abyss that was Alena Sirena, and the feeling of power over them. Upon instinct, her first ever meal as a monster was always going to be the most satisfying meal she would ever eat. Now started her life as a Hollow.
What could she do though?
Her body was gone, she couldn't pick up anything or do anything. For the first time in her life, she was powerless, yet this did nothing to subside her resentment towards this man. Every minute of every hour of every day she cursed him. She cursed him till dusk and dawn for weeks and weeks. She never noticed that the chain she had was starting to come apart along with a hole starting to form on her chest. With each day she felt strangely stronger, each passing curse she felt more relief, with each thing she witnessed him doing she felt something coursing through her soul. Soon she began to get worse, more violent towards him even though he never knew as he could not see.
Although the days of her 'playing nice' were about to end.
One day, she would see him doing the one thing that would tip her over the edge, he was in the arms of another woman. Not only had he the audacity to kill her for her wealth, but now he was lavishing that which was never his to that of someone else. Where the next part came from she doesn't know, nor did she even really care. All she knew was that she was thankful for this very day. She opened her mouth and started her cursing, little by little it grew in violence, power, strength and resentment towards not only this man, but this new woman as well. On and on it went, bigger and stronger it got until she was about to burst. Louder and louder, stronger and more powerful she became with each word until she fond herself subconsciously pulling off the remains of her chain, and releasing the hollow within.
What happened next was such a rush she hardly remembers any part of it at all. The main thing she remembered was seeing two corpses on the floor before her, two whimpering souls staring up into the abyss that was Alena Sirena, and the feeling of power over them. Upon instinct, her first ever meal as a monster was always going to be the most satisfying meal she would ever eat. Now started her life as a Hollow.
Hollow Beginnings
From her second meal, up to the 50th, the taste was never the same, was never as appeasing as the first. Oh how she longed for that satisfaction once more but never again could she obtain it. The object of her desire, her torment, her resentment was now forever gone from the world and nothing could change it. If she could she would have brought him back a hundred times over just to taste his sweet sweet soul once more.
Her anger started to bubble as she longed for that taste. Why could nothing match it? It was all his fault, his fault! Soon she begun a feasting frenzy with all she could get around her, even the shinigami who tried to destroy her couldn't match her unpredictable wild moves. Maybe she was too much for them or maybe they were all too green, perhaps luck was just on her side. Whatever it was she had had her fill and off she went, continuing her frenzy, to which no soul or other hollow would be free of, until she found herself in the Forest of Menos. Now she found herself as part of a Gillian, still searching for food, still her hunger could never be appeased, yet with many other voices all vying for control over one singular body.
For months they wandered, but in the back of the collective mind, a voice was screaming out for vengeance upon them all for swallowing her up. Days would pass and the voice was slowly gaining power, slowly gaining the advantage over the rest of them, slowly becoming the one that would break free and turn this big mess into one very small, very powerful, very unique Adjuchas. Soon Alena Sirena was the lone voice in a herd of many, and she was loving the peace. Yet peace was short lived.
She found she had to keep eating and devouring others like her, lest the voices would start to get louder and gain in power and influence. Once or twice she would find herself starting to regress, but through sheer willpower she managed to hold them back, yet willpower wasn't going to be enough. She had to feast to truly tame the beasts that dwelt within her. So she ate, she feasted and she gained in power and silence.
It wasn't enough though, the voices were still there, still telling her they were going to take her back into the being she was before, back to becoming a singular voice in the herd of many. She couldn't take it. She wouldn't take it. It was her life, no-one could tell her any different. She was Alena Sirena, daughter of a multimillionaire who took nothing from no-one, had everything and would NEVER have anyone telling her what to do, never again!
On and on, day in and day out this battle would ensue. Her having to consume everything she saw in her path in order to stay sane, it was a struggle to say the least but at the same time she was getting a sick sort of satisfaction out of this. A great feeling of power over those whom had become weaker than her, especially those who undermined her and thought they could use her to benefit themselves. Oh no, now she was the top dog here and no-one would ever forget that fact. Not once her next transformation came to fruition after all.
So much was eaten by her that she did not even notice that little by little she was becoming something much greater than she already was, something smaller but with a whole endless ravine of possibilities and power. Now she had become a Vasto Lorde. Yet still, something didn't feel right. What was it though? What could she not place her hand upon, it was simply at the tip of her tongue but she couldn't get any closer than that. For days, weeks and months this tormented her, but that was when she finally realised what it was.
Her Mask.
No matter how strong she was, no matter how unique she was compared to the countless other Hollow out there, there was still that one thing that tied her to those underlings, the filth that wasn't even good enough to sate her hunger anymore. They all had their masks still, as did she. pon the realisation, she snapped, that was the day she tore away the one thing that held her back, the day that she became an Espada. Relieved, silent and sated for the first time in her unlife, she was free. Never had she felt such power though, never before had she felt so alive. Now she wonders the sands of Hueco Mundo, never really settling into a single place yet fully living her unlife.
Her anger started to bubble as she longed for that taste. Why could nothing match it? It was all his fault, his fault! Soon she begun a feasting frenzy with all she could get around her, even the shinigami who tried to destroy her couldn't match her unpredictable wild moves. Maybe she was too much for them or maybe they were all too green, perhaps luck was just on her side. Whatever it was she had had her fill and off she went, continuing her frenzy, to which no soul or other hollow would be free of, until she found herself in the Forest of Menos. Now she found herself as part of a Gillian, still searching for food, still her hunger could never be appeased, yet with many other voices all vying for control over one singular body.
For months they wandered, but in the back of the collective mind, a voice was screaming out for vengeance upon them all for swallowing her up. Days would pass and the voice was slowly gaining power, slowly gaining the advantage over the rest of them, slowly becoming the one that would break free and turn this big mess into one very small, very powerful, very unique Adjuchas. Soon Alena Sirena was the lone voice in a herd of many, and she was loving the peace. Yet peace was short lived.
She found she had to keep eating and devouring others like her, lest the voices would start to get louder and gain in power and influence. Once or twice she would find herself starting to regress, but through sheer willpower she managed to hold them back, yet willpower wasn't going to be enough. She had to feast to truly tame the beasts that dwelt within her. So she ate, she feasted and she gained in power and silence.
It wasn't enough though, the voices were still there, still telling her they were going to take her back into the being she was before, back to becoming a singular voice in the herd of many. She couldn't take it. She wouldn't take it. It was her life, no-one could tell her any different. She was Alena Sirena, daughter of a multimillionaire who took nothing from no-one, had everything and would NEVER have anyone telling her what to do, never again!
On and on, day in and day out this battle would ensue. Her having to consume everything she saw in her path in order to stay sane, it was a struggle to say the least but at the same time she was getting a sick sort of satisfaction out of this. A great feeling of power over those whom had become weaker than her, especially those who undermined her and thought they could use her to benefit themselves. Oh no, now she was the top dog here and no-one would ever forget that fact. Not once her next transformation came to fruition after all.
So much was eaten by her that she did not even notice that little by little she was becoming something much greater than she already was, something smaller but with a whole endless ravine of possibilities and power. Now she had become a Vasto Lorde. Yet still, something didn't feel right. What was it though? What could she not place her hand upon, it was simply at the tip of her tongue but she couldn't get any closer than that. For days, weeks and months this tormented her, but that was when she finally realised what it was.
Her Mask.
No matter how strong she was, no matter how unique she was compared to the countless other Hollow out there, there was still that one thing that tied her to those underlings, the filth that wasn't even good enough to sate her hunger anymore. They all had their masks still, as did she. pon the realisation, she snapped, that was the day she tore away the one thing that held her back, the day that she became an Espada. Relieved, silent and sated for the first time in her unlife, she was free. Never had she felt such power though, never before had she felt so alive. Now she wonders the sands of Hueco Mundo, never really settling into a single place yet fully living her unlife.
OOC NAME: Oddish
FACE CLAIM: Fullmetal Alchemist, Lust
