JULY 9, 2014.
Post by CARRLA VARGAS on Jan 9, 2014 19:08:04 GMT -5
carrla vargas
AGE
455 years old; appearance suggests she's anywhere between early to late twenties. TITLE
The God of Dunes.RACE
Arrancar (Segunda Espada).BORN
November 25th. ALIAS
Vargas, abbreviations of first or surname, etc. ALLIANCE
Espada. DIFFICULTY
Hard.appearance
Carrla is a woman of average to slightly above average stature, standing at an approximate five feet and seven inches. Her body is considerably athletic with signs of muscle tone here and there, though ostensibly not excessively. When it comes to eye and hair color she is very albinistic, with foreboding red eyes and an extensive mane of alabaster-white hair. The latter is extensive enough to reach the lower portion of her legs. She weighs one hundred thirty pounds.
Similar to most other Arrancar she wears a white jacket and a white hakama, along with a black sash. The only noticeable difference is the the cuts in the fabric that exposes more of her figure. She has apparently forbade the usage of sleeves. Her hollow hole is in the dead center of her abdomen. The mark defining her status as the Segunda Espada is a small "2" placed vertically on the back of her right hand. Remnants of her mask are large -- fashioned like a flower of bone over her right eye.
Similar to most other Arrancar she wears a white jacket and a white hakama, along with a black sash. The only noticeable difference is the the cuts in the fabric that exposes more of her figure. She has apparently forbade the usage of sleeves. Her hollow hole is in the dead center of her abdomen. The mark defining her status as the Segunda Espada is a small "2" placed vertically on the back of her right hand. Remnants of her mask are large -- fashioned like a flower of bone over her right eye.
personality
Although she can be a woman of little words she immediately comes out as quite fickle to most who meet her. She's callous and violent truly, but it is blended oddly with a tranquil and enigmatic disposition. A lady of war, perhaps, what happens when one who is thought to be elegant and charismatic attains a bloodlust unparallel. She demonstrates the ability to talk in an amicable manner depending on her company, although depending on their mannerisms this can quickly change to a condescending and patronizing attitude. Her favorite thing to do is fight. She lives for war, yet is not sociopathic - she is no stranger to passion.
She is considerably loyal to her peers, but mainly herself, and does hold herself in the highest regard all the time. So long as she is able to engage in combat she sees no reason to question her affiliation's reasons or motives, nor would she particularly care either way, as long as it's not detrimental for her. She's determined and passionate when it comes to her interests. Due to getting bored easily, she assumes a mischievous air more often than not just to entertain herself, which can escalate quite a bit depending.
She is considerably loyal to her peers, but mainly herself, and does hold herself in the highest regard all the time. So long as she is able to engage in combat she sees no reason to question her affiliation's reasons or motives, nor would she particularly care either way, as long as it's not detrimental for her. She's determined and passionate when it comes to her interests. Due to getting bored easily, she assumes a mischievous air more often than not just to entertain herself, which can escalate quite a bit depending.
history
Only fragments of Carrla's memory remain of her past life. What she did know was it was defined by pain and murder. She could hardly distinguish her hollow life from her past life it was so similar in the sheer aggression. Sickness lingered within her body, slowly killing her and affecting her brain. There wasn't any sort of normalcy and she had begun to murder by the time she was in her late teens. But she wasn't the perfect serial killer - her sickness assured her reign would be transient, but the span of killings, brutal in method was engraved in history and never forgotten even though they happened hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Eventually, albeit uncaught, she succumbed to her sickness. And nobody ever found out the identity of the killer.
But her second “life” was what truly defines this deity. Who would of thought that the soul of a simple criminal with such a linear outlook and goal would rise to such an otherworldly prowess and status?
Or maybe she just seemed sane in Hueco Mundo, the land so accustomed to bloodshed.
Perhaps impressively enough, it took only took Carrla decades to climb to the rank of Arrancar. From the start, her power seemed to grow constantly and rapidly, allowing her to overwhelm and conquer the other hollow, consume them and evolve at an alarming rate. Before long she was in possession of an insurmountable amount of power only mirrored by a few peers. Thirsting for challenge, she wished deeply that she could have had a modest amount of power, just so she could have fought on equal terms and truly savour the conflict for all it was worth, but alas, nothing was a challenge, and she slaughtered her enemies and feasted upon them like livestock. Before she knew it, she became a Vasto Lorde-class arrancar. She fought, she consumed, and she evolved. There were even times prior to becoming a Vasto-Lorde where her prey outmatched her, but she still murdered and consumed them. Overcoming every challenge put in front of her, her path was not unlike Hercules’, with labours just as gruelling.
Carrla seen many of wars and was one of the small amount of Vasto Lorde-class survivors from the Slashing Opera. Where many of her kin of similar power perished, she somehow managed to elude death and did not die in the struggle; she held onto her life by a thread. But it bruised her pride for elusive and dastardly tactics were not tactics she'd been found of resorting to, which brewed a resent like no other for those who forced her into such a predicament; kill her brethren all of you want, she'd assert, but harm her pride and woe unto you. And just like the original hollow to strip himself of his mask, she removed her own out of pure unbridled rage. Even though Carrla loved a challenge, she still hated losing. She was used to overcoming challenges, and to be stopped dead in her tracks and forced to crawl under a rock and lick her wounds enraged her like nothing else could. It was the first time she’d lost her composure.
But in the moment that she ripped off that mask, a Goddess was created.
The Culling.
With the birth of many Arrancar over the last two centuries, and bearing seniority over many, it was not surprising that Carrla was one of the ten to stand up and lead the civilization thought was thought impossible. Worshippers often speak about how Carrla, upon removing her mask, her erupting spiritual pressure alone killed ten thousand hollow in the area around her; a sandstorm so violent the sands grinded everything caught within it into nothingness. They speak of how on her whim she can release her reiatsu and cause sandstorms to brew, sandstorms that span seemingly endlessly over the infinite sands of Hueco Mundo. They speak of how by releasing a modest amount of reiatsu she can cause multiple volcanoes to erupt and shower the lands in their molten embrace for hours on end. They speak of how by worshipping and praying to her, they can gain safe passage through the desert and mountains free of sandstorms or eruptions; free of those who would seek to harm them in the desert. Recognizing her godly prowess, some worship her to gain favour, feeling that by incurring her blessing they can attain the power they need to defeat whatever adversity they are facing. And there was no better testament to her strength than the event only referred to as The Culling.
A rebellious army seeking to overthrow the ten Espada who had taken control of the civilizations that formed over the last two centuries began attacking societies in the mountainous and desert regions of Hueco Mundo. This army did not want to be under the control of the Espada, they wanted to return to a more primal and animalistic regiment and condemned being lead, and condemned civilizations. The size of the army was so vast it dominated much of the sands of the great white desert, spanning further than the eye could see. As they rained terror and progressed on their campaign, the army came to a stop in front of one of the most bustling civilizations when they saw no one other than Carrla Vargas standing in front of them.
Just her. Nobody else.
They thought it was absurd, insulting even, that the Espada had merely sent one woman in retaliation to them. But they saw what they were dealing with when she beheaded the army’s leader faster than their eyes could see. They fought hard, but they could not fight long as long as their pride would have liked, for within the hour Carrla, without even using any resurreccion of any sort, turned the battlefield once dominated by an impossibly large army into an endless field of butchered corpses. The civilizations of the mountains and deserts were saved by their saviour who could only be described in one word -
A God.
What more could the Saved do but worship the very ground she walked upon? Carrla Vargas, mother of the white sands and mountains, the God of the Dunes.
But her second “life” was what truly defines this deity. Who would of thought that the soul of a simple criminal with such a linear outlook and goal would rise to such an otherworldly prowess and status?
Or maybe she just seemed sane in Hueco Mundo, the land so accustomed to bloodshed.
Perhaps impressively enough, it took only took Carrla decades to climb to the rank of Arrancar. From the start, her power seemed to grow constantly and rapidly, allowing her to overwhelm and conquer the other hollow, consume them and evolve at an alarming rate. Before long she was in possession of an insurmountable amount of power only mirrored by a few peers. Thirsting for challenge, she wished deeply that she could have had a modest amount of power, just so she could have fought on equal terms and truly savour the conflict for all it was worth, but alas, nothing was a challenge, and she slaughtered her enemies and feasted upon them like livestock. Before she knew it, she became a Vasto Lorde-class arrancar. She fought, she consumed, and she evolved. There were even times prior to becoming a Vasto-Lorde where her prey outmatched her, but she still murdered and consumed them. Overcoming every challenge put in front of her, her path was not unlike Hercules’, with labours just as gruelling.
Carrla seen many of wars and was one of the small amount of Vasto Lorde-class survivors from the Slashing Opera. Where many of her kin of similar power perished, she somehow managed to elude death and did not die in the struggle; she held onto her life by a thread. But it bruised her pride for elusive and dastardly tactics were not tactics she'd been found of resorting to, which brewed a resent like no other for those who forced her into such a predicament; kill her brethren all of you want, she'd assert, but harm her pride and woe unto you. And just like the original hollow to strip himself of his mask, she removed her own out of pure unbridled rage. Even though Carrla loved a challenge, she still hated losing. She was used to overcoming challenges, and to be stopped dead in her tracks and forced to crawl under a rock and lick her wounds enraged her like nothing else could. It was the first time she’d lost her composure.
But in the moment that she ripped off that mask, a Goddess was created.
The Culling.
With the birth of many Arrancar over the last two centuries, and bearing seniority over many, it was not surprising that Carrla was one of the ten to stand up and lead the civilization thought was thought impossible. Worshippers often speak about how Carrla, upon removing her mask, her erupting spiritual pressure alone killed ten thousand hollow in the area around her; a sandstorm so violent the sands grinded everything caught within it into nothingness. They speak of how on her whim she can release her reiatsu and cause sandstorms to brew, sandstorms that span seemingly endlessly over the infinite sands of Hueco Mundo. They speak of how by releasing a modest amount of reiatsu she can cause multiple volcanoes to erupt and shower the lands in their molten embrace for hours on end. They speak of how by worshipping and praying to her, they can gain safe passage through the desert and mountains free of sandstorms or eruptions; free of those who would seek to harm them in the desert. Recognizing her godly prowess, some worship her to gain favour, feeling that by incurring her blessing they can attain the power they need to defeat whatever adversity they are facing. And there was no better testament to her strength than the event only referred to as The Culling.
A rebellious army seeking to overthrow the ten Espada who had taken control of the civilizations that formed over the last two centuries began attacking societies in the mountainous and desert regions of Hueco Mundo. This army did not want to be under the control of the Espada, they wanted to return to a more primal and animalistic regiment and condemned being lead, and condemned civilizations. The size of the army was so vast it dominated much of the sands of the great white desert, spanning further than the eye could see. As they rained terror and progressed on their campaign, the army came to a stop in front of one of the most bustling civilizations when they saw no one other than Carrla Vargas standing in front of them.
Just her. Nobody else.
They thought it was absurd, insulting even, that the Espada had merely sent one woman in retaliation to them. But they saw what they were dealing with when she beheaded the army’s leader faster than their eyes could see. They fought hard, but they could not fight long as long as their pride would have liked, for within the hour Carrla, without even using any resurreccion of any sort, turned the battlefield once dominated by an impossibly large army into an endless field of butchered corpses. The civilizations of the mountains and deserts were saved by their saviour who could only be described in one word -
A God.
What more could the Saved do but worship the very ground she walked upon? Carrla Vargas, mother of the white sands and mountains, the God of the Dunes.
OOC NAME
Solace.[b]DRAG-ON DRAGOON[/b] - zero by [i]carrla vargas[/i]
coded by electric of gangnam style
