Post by Asenet 'Ace' Esquivel on Mar 18, 2014 23:21:46 GMT -5
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Name: Asenet Esquivel
Alias(es): 'Ace'
Gender: Female
Species: Arrancar (Adjuchas)
Age: Five Hundred Seven [507] Years Old
Allegiance: El Renacimiento
Position: Fracción to the Godking
Face Claim: The Mage 1 2 3, by Rubisu
The Woman (Appearance)
[*] The Visage;; Her eyes, large and emotive, display a icy cruelty that their warm cerulean should not allow.
[*] A Frame of Sorts;; A bit thin, if you would, and not the most voluptuous of women, though she does have some curves of note. She stands at about five feet six inches.
[*] The Hollow;; Although she remains largely human in appearance, traces of her hollow origins do remain as two mask fragments: one, a segmented antenna sticking out from the right side of her head, sprouting just behind her hairline; the other, coiled around her left ear like an elaborate earring. A hollow hole lies to the left to her navel.
[*] Her Adornments;; When in Las Noches, and on duty for the Godking, Asenet finds herself wearing a garb typical of El Renacimiento, bone white and nonconstricting. While on her off time, in her own chambers, looser, more flowing clothing such as dresses are preferred.
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More Than a Woman (Personality)
The Likes:
[*] Female Company;; Call it a compulsion, but Asenet prefers the companionship of other women, if given the choice; for her, they have always seemed the fairer sex, as her past would vouch for.
[*] Reason;; A simple reason, as long as it is justified, is a favorite of the arrancar, whose love for philosophies never ceases to grow.
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The Dislikes:
[*] Chauvinism;; It isn't that Asenet hates all men, it is just that they seem to think that she does, and that they must prove her wrong; she would really like for it to stop, to stop adding fuel to her flame.
[*] Chaos;; The confused fear that follows chaos is one of the most uncomfortable feelings that Asenet can ever remember having, and one that she would like the most not to have to experience ever again. Order helps her to feel most safe.
[*] Deceitfulness;; Hiding the truth is one thing, but to outright lie simply rubs
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The Strengths:
[*] Cautious;; Given her worth of past mishaps, Asenet finds comfort in being cautious, even if it means being overly so.
[*] Perceptive;; With a discerning eye for a wide range of situations and the types of characters that can populate them, Asenet has grown quite adept at, and fond of, picking them out. People watching is one of her favorite activities, and she often finds herself on her off time peeking into the human world.
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The Weaknesses:
[*] Steadfast;; Holding true to her goals and beliefs just may be the end of her one day, lest she learn to be a bit more flexible.
[*] Sensitive;; Easily flustered may not have the clout needed to adequately describe how the caress of simple words or a touch, pleasant or otherwise, can send her into a frenzy, again, pleasant or otherwise.
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Personality:
[*] Judicious;; The weight of a decision falls heavy onto this arrancar's shoulders, be they her own, or those of others. Responsibility is, to her, of the utmost importance, never something to be shirked. Her years have taught her that, making her wise in her own unique ways, with good sense and discretion, should she choose to exercise either. Be forewarned; any offender should prepare for an impromptu trial, for this arrancar has not yet learned to forgive nor to forget; restraint can be a difficult concept to comprehend when an offense goes too far. She has a deep appreciation for the facts; it is her judgment that is sometimes the problem.
[*] An Advocate;; If there is ever a cause that needs a push, given that it falls under her at times warped definition of right and wrong, you can guarantee that Asenet will be a part of the fray in some way or another. In death, as luck would have it, she was given a voice, and until the day that hell finds her at long last, she will use it, and whatever other means she can to see it to an end. She views herself as an advocate, but with tactics that border on vigilante, it is a wonder that she hasn't already been put down. While her fascination with the pristine borders on manic, Asenet also finds time to defend the weak. A meal should, she insists, always be earned.
[*] Thin-Skinned;; Whether she's feeling sassy or subdued, Asenet makes it easy for those around her to tell, albeit involuntarily more often than not. It's not that her emotions are always on her sleeve, far from it; still, getting a reaction out of her one way or another is a fairly simple process. It takes her some amount of effort to hide her annoyance at the most trivial things, though never as much as it takes for her to hide the excitement that someone's just desserts can bring. Watching her try, however, can be amusing to no end.
[*] Brusque;; With aspiration lined to the sky, it is a wonder that her willful, practiced demeanor belies the vulgar, monster of a woman that, too, lives within; a relic of the time she was a lovelorn savage.
[*] Girlish;; Living through the centuries, through hardship on hardship still has not seemed to change what her soul desires. Just behind the desires of a woman lie the desires of a girl that wishes she wasn't forced to grow up so fast. Asenet still has a penchant for dollhouses, sweets, soft things, and, though she would never admit it, strong hugs.
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The Past, Her Present (History)
[*] Shooting for the Stars;; By some stroke of luck, in spite of her average looks, Siobhan was recruited to be trained as an entertainer of the court by virtue of her ability to sing and dance with relative ease. Having picked up the basics of the harp from a travelling journeyman, the deal was sealed. Her parents, knowing that this could be a moment that could change their lives for the better, dared not hesitate, and agreed within the week, having prepared her things as eagerly as the knight had promised their pardoning, so long as they continued to work the land. However, they didn't know that the agreement was merely provisional, and based on her ability to maintain. Siobhan, as a commoner, was new to the customs of the nobility. Luck was on her side, however, as she lived in a time where tumult was nearly forgotten; her days were spent with her learning the ropes of entertainment, becoming quite the entertainer, her metamorphosis just as clear on the outside as it was in. The number of lewd requests that she would have to turn down, for the honor of her position, would increase by the day.
[*] Descent;; As the years went on, many waited for the day that Siobhan would be returned, out of commission; she defied the odds by doing just the opposite, and was shuttled off to another court for the repayment a debt among the rivaling nobles, not, however, without promising her hand in marriage to the noble's scholarly, albeit dark, oldest son, a few years her senior, before leaving. Having come from a relatively modest background, and having learned so much in the short time that she had been among them, the lord found it easy to pass her off as the daughter of a distant noble. His son, too, had grown quite enamored with the girl, and it was he who had spurred his father to make the proposal. Once his son had finished his education, and so could be deemed a noble in his own right, they would marry. The years of learning to manipulate through use of her now many talents, including her feminine wiles, had gone to the virgin's head. She was only as pure as she could pretend to be, and acting had never been her strongest suit.
[*] Lost in Lust;; Siobhan had little idea of what she would be coming home to. The months or so, that she had been absent had slowly driven her husband-to-be up a wall, and up a tree, shall we say. Being a fairly attractive man, of noble standing at that, there were few that could refuse his urges, especially at a time where hushed promises meant securing a family's meals for a week or more. His needs were being taken care of, but no one would hold a candle to his bride-to-be. Try, and try as he could to fill the void that she left behind, he could not, though he never stopped trying of his own accord. As he became more well known as a man in his own right among the landed elite, he was met more often with refusal, few wanting to sully his good name. His nightly strolls were met with conquest no longer. Instead, only solitude found him, as far as he could see. The young man knew nothing of the world beyond the veil, and so, he didn't know what Siobhan would become after accidentally murdering her in frustration. Her desire to be chaste until marriage, and an attempt to leverage what well she knew he wanted proved to be her downfall. As she breathed her last breath, having snapped her neck on the side of a table, she couldn't help but think that somehow she had brought death on herself.
[*] A Reversal of Roles;; As a hollow, her name lost all meaning. However, the scorn that she felt on her deathbed could never be forgotten. Girls were pristine, and they should stay that way; she made a point to make a meal of them just as they were about to lose their virginity. Her prey was easy to lure, her form gifted with a sweet scented spiritual energy and the ability of luminescence made capturing such naive beasts a dream. For nearly a century she would do this, preying on girls of all ages, of all situations. In her mind, at the back of the hunger, some form of justice was being served. Her most common victim was the burgeoning debutante, no matter how many years had passed, who was about to be taken advantage of by a sleazy ne'er-do-well. It was never he that she slain, only the girl, the one she hazily deemed at fault.
[*] The Vagabond;; In an odd turn of events, as her thirst for pluses began to wane, her victims began to be killed before she could happen upon them. Devouring their souls just wasn't as satisfying as it had been before, and it wasn't just the fact that they hadn't been delivered by her own hand. The hollow, seeking more of its own kind, began to feed, luring beasts of a different species. In a sense, she was feeding her own madness, growing in strength, until one day she found her way home, to Hueco Mundo, and a larger source of food, on the wings of a menos grande. That was when the true struggle began. Siobhan inghean Uí Chonchobhair was but a memory.
[*] Strength in Solitary Solace;; After having become a menos grande herself, for over a century shefought for a sense of self, outside of the multitude of hollow souls that continued to join their host. Arising dominant, the hollow once known as Siobahn regained a portion of her views on life, and on the vague sense of purity that she once believed she held, that was stolen from her. The hollow realizes just how powerful holding onto such a power should be, and the desire to do just that fuels her to take on an identity of her own once more. She emerges in control of the history that bubbled inside of her, using her burgeoning strength she began her rise in the ranks of the hollow as an ant queen, with a change of heart. She called herself Asenet Esquivel. Other insectoid hollow took to her, finding her power reassuring in the tumult that Godking Ngo had allowed to endure for so long. She was changing the little corner of Tierras Blancas that they knew in a major way. However she could only bear to be around females of her kind. She wanted to protect them, and toy with those that think they could toy with them. She wanted to make a safe haven for them, her sisters, but her desire to fight for her cause did not let her have the solitude she wanted, especially with the wars between the Holreich and the Shinigami erupting ever so often. Though spurned, Asenet wanted to be seen as untouchable, as pure. Her coven was driven deep and deeper into Hueco Mundo, where only the rarest hollows had been seen, and few of the remaining Vasto Lorde. There, while running from conflict, they seemed to have found more.
[*] The Afterbirth of the Rebirth;; After feeling the tumult die down, it seemed to bode better for Asenet, having emerged as one of the few remaining of her coven, which had grown considerably in her time in the sands of Hueco Mundo and had been picked off just the same. In effect, it was a safe haven away from the dissatisfied. Her zeal for protecting them drove her unique success, success in the face of threats where others among them had failed. It was then, in the years of the coven's decline, that Asenet honed her skills. Were it not for their sacrifice, however, she would not be where she is to this day, as the ant queen had a penchant for being able to hide, knowing how to perfectly mask her energy while being able to see her enemies coming from (figuratively) miles away. The day that the power of Luucio Krakken's cero lit up the sky was the last day that Asenet saw what remained of her coven. The rush towards Las Noches separated them, and in the furor not even her spiritual sense could pinpoint them; she could only feel their presence float in the mob towards Las Noches. One of the vasto lorde that they had thought defeated before was among the crowd, and Asenet could feel him. She could almost taste his thirst for revenge. She felt utterly helpless, and so, shamed; shamed that she had let her entire world fall apart. Little did she know that this was the second time that this had happened in her lifetimes. In her despair, in her frustration, in the time that followed, Asenet ripped off her mask, becoming an arrancar just on the cusp of becoming a vasto lorde, her journey stopped prematurely by the itch of real emotion.
[*] A Fracción of Power;; Alone, with no one else to protect that she could see, Asenet did what she could, and ended up at the gates of Las Noches, bowing before the Godking. She saw no other option ahead of herself. She longed for more than what the centuries sands had brought her. Some would say that the Godking read her zeal, and her discernment, and that is why he spared her life. Others would say that he kept her alive simply to use her as he saw fit. The arrancar had no ties to any being, at least none that she could recognize, that lay inside the grounds of Las Noches. She was an upstart, and still, she was taken in, and allowed the chance to prove her loyalty to El Renacimiento. Having taken note of her scouting ability, the Godking, perhaps as a matter of irony, appointed her as one of his fracción, a marshal of the court, that would take hold of the realm the furthest from Las Noches, which was now filled with simply petty crime as a large majority of the hollow there had chosen to collectively wander closer to the castle, if only to be in the presence of their new Godking. Entrusted with maintaining the little that there was across the fringes of Hueco Mundo, Asenet, now called 'Ace' by most on her frequent reports, has grown complacent with the way that the Godking is choosing to let events unfold. She sits on the possibility that someday she will find the remnants of her coven. She grasps for the hope that someday the Godking will see reason through his haze of indulgence, and that somehow, she be the one to deliver it.
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Difficulty: Hard
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