JULY 9, 2014.
Post by Niccolò Vespucci on Dec 28, 2013 16:33:25 GMT -5
ALIAS: Proscrito (lit. Outlaw)
RACE: Arrancar (Vasto Lorde)
AGE: 512
AFFILIATION: Self
DIFFICULTY SETTING: HARD
THEME SONGS:
Heaven's Basement - Heartbreaking Son of a Bitch
The Pretty Reckless - Going to Hell
Queen's of the Stone Age - Smooth Sailing
APPEARANCE: [X] [X] [X] [X] [X]
PERSONALITY: Nico is an individual who values his freedom over everything else, disliking even the concept of being tied down or restricted from doing whatever he wants to do. In this respect he is quite selfish, as he values his personal wellbeing and enjoyment over everyone else. As a result of this, he bears little to no concept of loyalty or respect as he has never been required to show them to anyone during his centuries as a Hollow, coming across as rude and arrogant due to the inflated value of his self-worth. While he doesn't necessarily believe himself to be superior to others, he simply doesn't feel the need to care about them unless it benefits him. These qualities make him entirely incapable of being a leader in any capacity, as he doesn't care for anybody else, and a terrible servant due to his lack of respect for authority.
Complimenting his free spirit, Nico is also a fun-loving individual, always searching for ways to excite himself. He usually does this to excess, uncaring about who he hurts in the process, making him appear cruel and bloodthirsty in the pursuit of his adrenaline fix. This is a false assumption, as Nico doesn't go out of his way to cause harm, he just doesn't care if he does. This apathetic view towards others makes him very unlikeable to those without his particular brand of psychosis, though he can be quite charming if he wishes to be. Quick witted and silver tongued; Nico is almost the epitome of the stereotypical loveable rogue. While crazy enough to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, he is intelligent enough to use his tongue to get his way. He is also not as superficial as he may immediately seem, devoting a large portion of his time to furthering the expansion of his mind, taking joy in reading literature about travels and adventures and often having a book on his person: items he obtains from the Human World.
HISTORY: Niccolò, born under an identity long forgotten to his faded memories, was raised in the port town of Catania, Italy. His family were merchants, a common and respected trade in Catania, specialising in trading exotic fruits and wine. An adventurer at heart, Nico's exposure to the open sea and the prospects of unseen lands and civilisations only exacerbated the boy's love for travelling, occasionally allowed to make short journeys with his father and older brothers on the cargo ships. As a result of his family’s moderate wealth, Nico was given opportunities the average person could not afford: an education. He learned of navigation, of the stars, of mathematics. Nico worked aboard his father’s ships, initially as a deckhand before being trusted to navigate smaller vessels, eventually ending up as the chief navigator for his family’s entire mercantile operation. His life seemed set, he would sail the seas, exploring the lands beyond the horizon until he had seen it all. Unfortunately, life didn’t pan out so idyllically for the aspiring explorer.
While Nico was educated in the art of pen, paper and compass, it was unnecessary for him to learn how to hold his own in a brawl. He had mercenaries on the ship to guard the cargo; his crew protected him as long as he paid them. Nico had guided the ship through a particularly rough storm, rain hammering the deck and thick fog obscuring his view. Under cover of this fog the ship was attacked by raiders, the ship stolen and the entire crew slaughtered; Nico included. His ghost lingered however, bound to the bloodied deck of his ship, forced to watch his own vessel being commandeered by pirates. It took a while to understand the futility of his reality, this futility turning to desperation, this desperation turning to rage. The chains that held him down corroded away, a hole forming in his chest as the last metal link was consumed, a surge of energy coming over his entire being. Nothing survived his rage, both the pirates and the spirits of his old crew devoured in a brutal massacre upon the high seas. He was reborn: a Hollow.
Nico’s existence as a Hollow was as typically brutal and violent as one would expect from such savage beasts. Fuelled by lingering hatred for an enemy he could no longer remember, Nico massacred his way up the food chain in a bloody display that would make a butcher squeamish. Once the souls of Humans no longer satisfied his hunger he was drawn to creatures of his own ilk, fellow Hollows. It seemed others of his kind had come to the same conclusion, being drawn to the battlefield that was the endless expanse of Hueco Mundo to engage in barbarianism and cannibalism matched only by the savage tribes of Africa. His mindless motivations lead him to consume countless creatures; all shapes and sizes were welcome, as long as they filled the ever-growing void in his stomach.
He destroyed and devoured until he grew and bloated, eventually taking the form of a Menos Grande. His mind floated in this sea of consciousness for decades, maybe even centuries, Nico was unsure. It was during these years of idleness that Nico regained what little of his mind was left. While his body continued to ravage the wastes in search of food, his soul rested and repaired itself, letting go of his hatred, of his savage instincts. He rose from the depths, establishing his individuality in this communal body. His body was his vessel, and his mind would be his navigator. He took control of himself once more, spurring his transformation to an Adjuchas Hollow.
His evolution also brought forth his latent spiritual powers, his unique abilities derived from his soul. As he had always suspected, Nico had the soul of a traveller, and this manifested in his powers of spatial manipulation. Using the gifts he had been given, Nico travelled the wastes of Hueco Mundo, observing all he could and learning as much as possible about the new world he inhabited. He learned of the Hohlreich, God-King Ngo Viet’s empire, during his travels. Unfortunately, they also learned of him. Interested in recruiting a Hollow with his unique abilities into their fold, they relentlessly hunted him across the wastes for centuries, Nico forced to flee from their forces as he didn’t wish to be held down. If he joined their empire, he would be forced to participate in wars he had no interest in fighting, and he wouldn’t be able to explore any longer. He liked his freedom. During these centuries of fighting and fleeing Nico’s powers grew more refined and deadly, years of consuming his powerful assailants pushing his growth rate through the roof, eventually his power was too much for his body. His body changed once more, becoming humanoid in form as he evolved. He was a Vasto Lorde.
The strength of his new form meant he didn’t have to run any more, capable of easily crushing whatever lap dogs that Ngo Viet sent after him, continuing his existence as a traveller. He had no particular goal; he just wanted to see everything he could, and the wastes held surprising secrets. Ruins of ancient empires before the Hohlreich existed on the fringes of Viet’s territory, tribes of Hollows that could rival his empire forming thousands of miles away in areas unknown. Nico felt like a modern day Vespucci, discovering secrets of the world that were unknown until he stumbled upon them. He never desired power, yet his grew dangerously, gaining a reputation in the wastes as some kind of legend. His fleeting appearances and resistance of the Hohlreich gained him the nickname of “Proscrito:” the Outlaw. It wasn’t long before he was sought after with more ferocity, the God-King sending increasingly powerful foes against the Vasto Lorde, eventually sending creatures he had never seen before. Human in appearance, these warriors wielded swords and wore clothes, transforming back into beasts when they unleashed their power. They seemed stronger than the average Hollow, and they tasted a lot better.
The knowledge of the Arrancar’s existence intrigued Nico. So far, his evolution was out of his control, always forced upon him when he had consumed enough for his body to arbitrarily decide it was time to change. Now he could choose his evolutionary state, he could gain his old body back, he could ascend from his life as a beast and become a man once more. His mask started to itch, uncomfortable on his face now, Nico was conscious of it for the first time. It was holding him back, restricting his vision, heavy upon his face. Digging fingers underneath the bony material, Nico ripped off his mask with one powerful tear, an explosion of energy bursting outwards, an echo resounding across the wastes. From the dust and sand emerged Nico, human and naked, taking on the name of the great Vespucci. His only possession was the large claymore he held in his hand. He continued exploring the realm of Hueco Mundo, far away from the troubles of the Hohlreich and the grasp of Ngo Viet, even more centuries passing by as he learned how to use his powers to the fullest. He was tired of running now, finding peace in the abandoned ruins of a once great tribe, slumbering within the depths of its catacombs to rest. It was there he hibernated, unknowing of Ngo Viet’s fate or the rise of El Renacimiento, awakening decades later, eager to explore once more.
Complimenting his free spirit, Nico is also a fun-loving individual, always searching for ways to excite himself. He usually does this to excess, uncaring about who he hurts in the process, making him appear cruel and bloodthirsty in the pursuit of his adrenaline fix. This is a false assumption, as Nico doesn't go out of his way to cause harm, he just doesn't care if he does. This apathetic view towards others makes him very unlikeable to those without his particular brand of psychosis, though he can be quite charming if he wishes to be. Quick witted and silver tongued; Nico is almost the epitome of the stereotypical loveable rogue. While crazy enough to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants, he is intelligent enough to use his tongue to get his way. He is also not as superficial as he may immediately seem, devoting a large portion of his time to furthering the expansion of his mind, taking joy in reading literature about travels and adventures and often having a book on his person: items he obtains from the Human World.
HISTORY: Niccolò, born under an identity long forgotten to his faded memories, was raised in the port town of Catania, Italy. His family were merchants, a common and respected trade in Catania, specialising in trading exotic fruits and wine. An adventurer at heart, Nico's exposure to the open sea and the prospects of unseen lands and civilisations only exacerbated the boy's love for travelling, occasionally allowed to make short journeys with his father and older brothers on the cargo ships. As a result of his family’s moderate wealth, Nico was given opportunities the average person could not afford: an education. He learned of navigation, of the stars, of mathematics. Nico worked aboard his father’s ships, initially as a deckhand before being trusted to navigate smaller vessels, eventually ending up as the chief navigator for his family’s entire mercantile operation. His life seemed set, he would sail the seas, exploring the lands beyond the horizon until he had seen it all. Unfortunately, life didn’t pan out so idyllically for the aspiring explorer.
While Nico was educated in the art of pen, paper and compass, it was unnecessary for him to learn how to hold his own in a brawl. He had mercenaries on the ship to guard the cargo; his crew protected him as long as he paid them. Nico had guided the ship through a particularly rough storm, rain hammering the deck and thick fog obscuring his view. Under cover of this fog the ship was attacked by raiders, the ship stolen and the entire crew slaughtered; Nico included. His ghost lingered however, bound to the bloodied deck of his ship, forced to watch his own vessel being commandeered by pirates. It took a while to understand the futility of his reality, this futility turning to desperation, this desperation turning to rage. The chains that held him down corroded away, a hole forming in his chest as the last metal link was consumed, a surge of energy coming over his entire being. Nothing survived his rage, both the pirates and the spirits of his old crew devoured in a brutal massacre upon the high seas. He was reborn: a Hollow.
Nico’s existence as a Hollow was as typically brutal and violent as one would expect from such savage beasts. Fuelled by lingering hatred for an enemy he could no longer remember, Nico massacred his way up the food chain in a bloody display that would make a butcher squeamish. Once the souls of Humans no longer satisfied his hunger he was drawn to creatures of his own ilk, fellow Hollows. It seemed others of his kind had come to the same conclusion, being drawn to the battlefield that was the endless expanse of Hueco Mundo to engage in barbarianism and cannibalism matched only by the savage tribes of Africa. His mindless motivations lead him to consume countless creatures; all shapes and sizes were welcome, as long as they filled the ever-growing void in his stomach.
He destroyed and devoured until he grew and bloated, eventually taking the form of a Menos Grande. His mind floated in this sea of consciousness for decades, maybe even centuries, Nico was unsure. It was during these years of idleness that Nico regained what little of his mind was left. While his body continued to ravage the wastes in search of food, his soul rested and repaired itself, letting go of his hatred, of his savage instincts. He rose from the depths, establishing his individuality in this communal body. His body was his vessel, and his mind would be his navigator. He took control of himself once more, spurring his transformation to an Adjuchas Hollow.
His evolution also brought forth his latent spiritual powers, his unique abilities derived from his soul. As he had always suspected, Nico had the soul of a traveller, and this manifested in his powers of spatial manipulation. Using the gifts he had been given, Nico travelled the wastes of Hueco Mundo, observing all he could and learning as much as possible about the new world he inhabited. He learned of the Hohlreich, God-King Ngo Viet’s empire, during his travels. Unfortunately, they also learned of him. Interested in recruiting a Hollow with his unique abilities into their fold, they relentlessly hunted him across the wastes for centuries, Nico forced to flee from their forces as he didn’t wish to be held down. If he joined their empire, he would be forced to participate in wars he had no interest in fighting, and he wouldn’t be able to explore any longer. He liked his freedom. During these centuries of fighting and fleeing Nico’s powers grew more refined and deadly, years of consuming his powerful assailants pushing his growth rate through the roof, eventually his power was too much for his body. His body changed once more, becoming humanoid in form as he evolved. He was a Vasto Lorde.
The strength of his new form meant he didn’t have to run any more, capable of easily crushing whatever lap dogs that Ngo Viet sent after him, continuing his existence as a traveller. He had no particular goal; he just wanted to see everything he could, and the wastes held surprising secrets. Ruins of ancient empires before the Hohlreich existed on the fringes of Viet’s territory, tribes of Hollows that could rival his empire forming thousands of miles away in areas unknown. Nico felt like a modern day Vespucci, discovering secrets of the world that were unknown until he stumbled upon them. He never desired power, yet his grew dangerously, gaining a reputation in the wastes as some kind of legend. His fleeting appearances and resistance of the Hohlreich gained him the nickname of “Proscrito:” the Outlaw. It wasn’t long before he was sought after with more ferocity, the God-King sending increasingly powerful foes against the Vasto Lorde, eventually sending creatures he had never seen before. Human in appearance, these warriors wielded swords and wore clothes, transforming back into beasts when they unleashed their power. They seemed stronger than the average Hollow, and they tasted a lot better.
The knowledge of the Arrancar’s existence intrigued Nico. So far, his evolution was out of his control, always forced upon him when he had consumed enough for his body to arbitrarily decide it was time to change. Now he could choose his evolutionary state, he could gain his old body back, he could ascend from his life as a beast and become a man once more. His mask started to itch, uncomfortable on his face now, Nico was conscious of it for the first time. It was holding him back, restricting his vision, heavy upon his face. Digging fingers underneath the bony material, Nico ripped off his mask with one powerful tear, an explosion of energy bursting outwards, an echo resounding across the wastes. From the dust and sand emerged Nico, human and naked, taking on the name of the great Vespucci. His only possession was the large claymore he held in his hand. He continued exploring the realm of Hueco Mundo, far away from the troubles of the Hohlreich and the grasp of Ngo Viet, even more centuries passing by as he learned how to use his powers to the fullest. He was tired of running now, finding peace in the abandoned ruins of a once great tribe, slumbering within the depths of its catacombs to rest. It was there he hibernated, unknowing of Ngo Viet’s fate or the rise of El Renacimiento, awakening decades later, eager to explore once more.
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