Post by azel on Dec 28, 2010 10:30:31 GMT -5
Arrancar
The Basics
Name: Seigen Senka
Gender: Male
Day of Birth:
Age: 500
Visual Age: 32
Height: 6,0
Weight: 190lbs
Fighting Level: Sovereign - Mastering|| Leading in Res, || Conquering in Seg.Etapa
Fighting Skill: Devotee
The In Depth.
Allegiance: Hueco Mundo
Hollow Form: Vasto Lorde
The Numero: N/A
The Ranking: Primero
The Outer Physical:
Birthed and crafted by the hands and mind of god himself Seigen entered this existence as one who bears long quantities of hair that exerts past the shoulders which linger just above this mans shoulder blades. The texture of the hair itself would be equivalent to one engrossing ones hand into a silky fabric and caressing its smoothness. Having a color of dark brown the strands of hair are free from all forms of roughness or ridges yet this is only attained due to giving his hair extensive amounts of nourishments and attention. To onlookers of all shapes and sizes his hair glistens as though he incessantly keeps immersed within water. Its surface, shape, or style resembles that of ocean waves as they seemingly flow back and forth with the slightest sense or degree of mobility. A goatee that bears the same color scheme as his hair and eyebrows rest upon his chin, trimmed and well groom.
His skin free from all bodily impurities, well all except the number "1" that rest in the center of his chest and a scar that rest diagonally across from his right shoulder to the left section of his waist he had been graced with by the only man or entity that Seigen ever admired and gained his full respect no matter the circumstance, Ulquiorra Cifer. A layer of flesh that bears a color of light brown or a dark tan crowns the sinew and bones of his body itself, soft, balmy and smooth at the exact words that one could describe the skin texture of this advanced life form. His eyes bearing a color similar to that of a clear unclouded sky, yet they reflect nothing but kindness as they brim with nobility and gentility. His physical build muscular yet most would not see it as such since many layers of clothing hid his physical build.
His muscles are refined and well toned like that of iron yet they are small in order to attain a tier of speed that befits an arrancar of the Primera gauge. His chest and stomach bulge with muscles as well as his arms and legs for they are needed to sport the use of his heirro. Lastly he bears a vertical scar upon his chin that expands no more than about one or two inches, it is because of this scar that he allowed his goatee to grow.
His anatomical structure in and of itself is a weapon, a weapon of both brute strength, cunning maneuverability and serpentine speeds. His entire body swells with muscle, enough so that it is a refined, small chiseling , however, if examined properly it can be clearly seen that his muscles are well toned with type ll red muscles. With the make-up of his red muscles, it simply causes his muscles to naturally grow accustomed to aerobic growth. This simply provides his muscles with extensive amounts of oxygen and enhances respiratory and circulatory efficiency which further explains his drastic speed and power.
The Clothing: The cloths that conceal his physical build is nothing more than the standard uniform and an espada, however this one has been modified to fit the comfort of Seigen. His robe of white flaunts over his shoulders and torso as a smaller version of a captain level shinigami's haori with smaller sleeves as well. A black shirt which slightly resembles that of a shinigami's shihakusho rest under his robe. With a rotund high collar which also bears no sleeves and diagonal strips running along the shirt it is easily identified as something that Seigen modified. In truth this is in fact a shihakusho he has stolen from a shinigami whose life was impoverished by Seigen's hands when his state of mentality had not reached understanding and fruition.
He wears this as a reminder of his rash and reckless actions. To cover his legs he dons the standard hakama pants of white that most arrancar tend to be seen wearing with a brown sash in-between his hakama and shihakusho in order to keep them intact to his corporal body. Along his hands he wears white gloves, although they have no significant meaning Seigen simply wears them because he claims that they fit comfortably and graces him with a sense of warmness. From both of his respective ears does he permit earrings to linger from them that form the shape similar to that of a crab’s claw.
The mask that gives evidence to his race and existence rest upon his the back of his neck in the shape of a spinal cord, which expands from his back hair line down to his waist. Horizontal spikes that protrude from his spinal cord appears as though they are digging into his flesh.
The Personality: With a near nonpareil quantity of knowledge of both the internal and external worlds and existences, it has permitted Seigen to attain a high sense of equality throughout his mental capacity. With it all notions, desires and even thoughts of discrimination have been purged from his nous. Both men and woman of any gauge be then shinigami, Quincy, or hollow Seigen treats all with a equal amount of respect. However this mentality is quite circumscribed depending upon the attitude and mentality of those who present their existence to Seigen. Although he is invariably one to give full respect he just as any other living entity would desire the equal amount of respect in return because one with a stable mental process knows that respect should not be biased. Because of his strong sense of equality he has come to a recognition that it is unjust to account a single entity for their mistakes or activities that transgresses moral or civil law and blame and/or dislike that particular race because of that ‘one’ action.
He does not see negativity within the actions of hollows, shinigami nor, quincy and even humans, from his point of view there is no such thing as bad, evil or dark, simply because he feels that just because one’s life cycle(or survival) consist of taking the lives of others (reference to hollows need to eat human spirits) in order to live is not evil or bad, just a state of mentality. All living beings of any race all have one common goal when brought into existence, to survive, and for as long as possible. With this said is one outside of gods realm really able to justify one’s own survival?
Despite his knowledgeable persona he can at times enjoy himself around others with comedic vibe that he casually and occasionally emits, however usually only those who had spent a great deal of time with Seigen generally have seen this side of him. Unlike Aizen's horrid methods he uses his smiles and charms to acquaint himself with others to become an actual 'friend' instead of this facade where said person only existed within the depths of ones own nous. He is capable of taking a joke or two as well as dishing them out yet he is fully cognizant of his boundaries depending on the person since one might be touchy or sensitive about a subject matter than he would. Despite the dissimilarities between the ideals of he and Aizen he even throws in a joke or two whenever he and Aizen would exchange words.
However, all of these personality traits or feats derive from a single trait that acts as the pillar or supporter to the base of his personality, kindness. No matter the race Seigen exerts the maximum amount of kindness his mind allows until one crosses the line. When in the presence of his subordinates or lowly leveled hollows rather than treat them as though they are trash or useless he treats them as though they were is own kin. There are times when he classifies all lower leveled hollows as his fraccion and going so far as to train with then and guide them on their way to power, however this principle only applies to those who do not betray others who open themselves up. When coming across menos and vasto lorde level hollows instead of trying to ‘rid heuco mundo of weakness’ as others would instead he protects them and helps them evolve as would a father do their son. Outside of the hollow population or Hueco mundo itself he treats humans, shingami, and even shinigami’s any different. Those who seek knowledge and strength should not be limited by race and those to come to this realization are those who Seigen can easily cope with. Those who are claimed by pride and racial tension are those who become felled by this arrancars blade.
During moments when Seigen has no other options but to engage into battles that determine life and death, his powers and capabilities know no limits. No matter the enemy he uses the exact level of power that is needed to dispatch of his opponents once their limits, abilities, and fighting prowess has come to bear. Using his intellect and keen sense of strategies and tactics are used as his trump cards when facing stronger opponents who are able to easily over power or rival the raw power of the primero. However he does uphold a sense of honor towards his enemies, when fighting he does not draw his blade unless others have theirs drawn also or at times he may feel that if one is not strong enough he will not remove his zanpaktou from its scabbard at all. Moments where his opponents clearly are unable to fight are the moments when he feels the fight has reached its conclusion, those who let pride consume them and grow persistent in their attacks he by all means have no qualms in depriving a being of its existence.
Despite the different ideals between Seigen and Aizen is loyalty stays true, however only for one cause, the protection of his race. He wishes the best for all races yet he must give attention to his own before he can restore the others with peace. It is for this reason, the fact that Aizen, a shinigami can provide a slight protection to the hollow race, a thin sense of protection but one nonetheless. Aizen along with the training he received from Ulquiorra was granted the power to protect his kin and with that he will continue to prosper his power and take over Las Noches, not by force, but by letting the laws of karma take their toll upon Aizen’s existence.
The Fighting Style: Paced, Calm, Precise, are few of many comparatives that give meaning and life to the style of combat that Seigen, the primero applies upon the engagement of the battlefield. At first glance one would suggest his movements are stiff and static yet such is not the case. He stands in place, granting his opponent an opportunity to attack. Under no circumstances unless his kindred are in dire need of assistance will he approach his opponent as the initial attacker. Simply put he his foe refuses to attack than the two shall stand there until Seigen grows boredom of the trivial antics and remove himself from said scene. His blocking is truly uphold a high magnitude of skill that is to be venerated by many. His rapier, using it only as a single handed sword only uses it to block when the use of his hierro fails.
Those who find themselves unable to penetrate the hardened skin of the primero will most likely fight him in terms of barehanded. Using a prowess of Hand to hand combat hence the fact that it is his primary fighting method. There is no distinct style in and of itself, simple a style of flexible and fluid movements that holds destructive power behind each blow. These attacks range from punches, to elbows, knees, kicks and even head butts if the situation calls for one. His body itself stands as a weapon alone.
When in need of his zanpaktou’s assistance his strikes are swift, blinding to the untrained eye, and holds enough power to rive through even the toughest of hierro and hardened armor. His strikes are precise, refusing to allow them to flow in flurries and bombardments for it leaves you open to a clean counterblow. He believes that swift and strong single strikes give enough time to attack and retreat for defensive or tactical purposes. When applying his zanpaktou to a fight he would be often seen using his advanced hand to hand combat prowess to gain a slight end in battle especially to those you lack defensive structure.
During the uses of his resurreccion (both) His fighting style is regressed back to its primordial functions, hand to hand. Mirroring the prowess of Grimjow, however Seigen’s attacks are more explosive, up close and personal as some would say. Only then will his attacks come in bombardments and volleys of strikes that at times seemingly all attack at one single moment. He pressure his opponent to the point where the panic or begin to think how they will remove themselves from such a situation, however such would be their downfall. It takes time to think and in that time Seigen continues to pressure with myriad array of strikes that not only come from frontal views. During his resurrection Seigen has acquired a form of fighting that integrates his use of sonido. While pressuring his opponent he’d would sometimes shunpo to leave a afterimage to trick his opponent and proceed with his onslaught from an alternative angle or direction. This technique is usually only effective upon those who cannot travel on even terms of speed.
Given is personality if reigning as the victor of a fight he will not kill, only one chance will he give to spare that persons life. If they mistreat this kindness and assail him once again, he would deprive their live without hesitation.
Arrancar Technicalities.
The Zanpakuto Name: Araarashi
The Sealed Zanpakuto:
Seigen’s zanpaktou is far from the mundane or standard katana’s that have and are being utilized within the Gotei or Las Noches. Seigen’s Zanpaktou bears the appearance of a thin, swift, yet power rapier which holds two edges that rest upon a single narrow blade. Its decorative hilt resembles that of a shooting start which orbits around the hilts guard as though it were earth. The blade itself expands to an approx length of about four feet. Forged into a stainless steel this blade creates a beautiful chime or musical note when swung with the right amount of force and speed. The hilt itself shines with a crystal like silver. It’s a rather light weight weapon thus allowing swifter and blind strikes at the expense of brute strength.
Its light weight is designed for the primero’s personality or rather his entire demeanor, elegant, fleet, and fluent. Its slim frame and light weight allows for more faster, clean, and swift strikes and defensive tactics such as parries or reversals. Its utilized and structured as a weapon not to kill or harm, but to protect or render unable to fight, unless absolutely necessary this rapier never impoverish the lives of others.
Release Phrase: Deprive, Araarashi
The Method of Release(Both):
Seigen stands there poised as a relaxed, chiseled statue, a casual hand gives life to mobility, raising it upwards towards his head as his head slightly tilts forward as if peering into the soils of earth that exist beneath him. Fingers fold, all but one, the index, placing its tip upon his forehead he would soon speak his release phrase. Reiatsu spikes swirling into a spiraling vortex of power that dwarfs even the mightiest of arrancar and espada. The vortex soon dissipates and the malefic, alabaster features of the primero comes to the bearings of ones own eyes.
Ressurreccion Appearance:
Once his release or resurreccion is tapped into or activated his corporal body appearance drastically changes to a tier where Seigen would appear to be an entirely different entity. Heights unwillingly increasing to a approx measurement of seven feet and four inches. His flesh consisting of an achromatic color of lightness intermediate between the extremes of white and black (Just a fancy way to say gray lol), eyes pulsating with intensity as they don a color red as well as the eyeball itself. Each individual strand of hair, its color darkening to the point where it alters to a pitch black shade yet it grows shorter (No longer than Ichigo’s) however his hair incessantly flourishes as though a black fire ignited upon the base of his head.
His complete physical build comes to bear as his muscles and sinew texture surpasses even the former cero espada Yammy Riyalgo. His modified shihakusho as well as his arrancar robe are ripped from existence thus allowing the full visuals of his torso. Yet his hakama pants stay intact with his lower body but the most noticeable is this physical feature of his resurreccion is a half of a wing (right side only) that protrudes from his wing, a wing that spans no greater than four feet, one appears to be the size of a newborn demon of some sort. His visage seems to endlessly contort to an expression that reflects nothing but rage, brimming with the urge of destruction and the coveting to impoverish life from those who stands in his path.
Ressurreccion Abilities:
N/A (Seigen is not granted any Resurreccion abilities upon its release other than the simple augmentation of his mundane fighting prowess.)
Segunda Etapa Appearance:
Upon the initial release of his Segunda Etapa Seigen dons a visual appearance like no other, the closest comparison to this stage is a 'true Devil' and even this is an understatement. As did the first stage of Seigen's resurreccion the measurements of his height increases once more allowing him to easily tower over even the seireitei's own demon Zaraki Kenpachi at a approx height of twelve feet. His flesh becoming darker as thought it has rotted since his previous release. His physical build becomes compressed; muscles compacted to maintain a fitting level of strength and speed despite his imposing height. Around his abdominal area it sinks in as though he has been deprived of food for several days yet the muscles still bulge through his flesh.
From his transformation his white arrancar hakama pants are no more as they reveal his devilish legs. Both feet begin togrow and dons a more devilish or demon appearance as through it mimics the structure of a dragon. His visage and head itself takes a significant change as it dons a rather pointed facial structure resembling subtly of a horses skull. Eyes beaming with a red glint as they brim with a lust for blood and covet for desolation. His hair once before grows longer to the point its lengths expand just below Seigen's thighs. His finger nails grow sharp permitting him to rive open the flesh of even his fellow arrancar if need be. The single wing that rest upon the right side of his back or shoulder blade also increases its wing span to a measurement of eight feet.
Segunda Etapa Abilities:
- Overwhelming Reiatsu/Reiryoku As Seigen takes one the form of his Segunda Etapa his reiatsu takes a exclamatory change in the way it fluxes and flows. At its capacity during this stage of power it cannot be classified as 'reiatsu' itself, but rather something that surpasses the mundane functions of actual 'reiatsu'. It grows to be too dense, dark, and heavy to be reiatsu, but rather a flow of energy that flows like an ocean through the sky.
Its power can leave utter destruction within its wake as well as impoverish the lives of lowly hollows (rookie and lower) with a mere spike of this flawless flowing reiatsu as well as fully immobilize those who uphold a level of competent or lower. - Physical Shifting Stage#1: Offense
At the voice command of "Desolate" the flesh of Seigen instantly alters as it soon bears a color of blood red resembling that of an actual 'devil' yet the hair and wing of this entity does not undergo any physical changes whatsoever only his skin. Once the process is complete is when this ability begin to take its toll upon him both negatively and positively. Willingly reducing the durability of his hierro down to a level of eminence-strategizing where even the weakest of captains and strongest it vice-captains have a chance of easily penetrating his seemingly iron flesh as well as becoming weak to all forms of reiatsu attacks. However in exchange of significantly weakening his defenses his speed and physical attack power (punches, kicks, elbows etc) double at their current prowess and capability.
With his increased speed it rivals the sonido, reflex, and movements of ichigo's Deuc ex machina. Despite the great increase it comes at a great sacrifice. Because if this sacrifice he is literally forced to put up an effort to elude and avoid attacks of power enemies since leaves his body weakened in order to be defeated himself at a much faster and hastened pace. - Physical Shifting Stage 2: Defense
At the voice command of "Rebuild” the flesh of Seigen instantly alters as it dons a gleaming silver, his hair and single wing does not undergo and form of physical transformation. Once the process itself is complete once its ability comes into affect the power of all Seigen's physical attacks as well as his speed both diminishes to a level of eminence-strategizing a level of speed both captain and vice-captain level shinigami and perceive and out maneuver his movements. Sacrificing his Speed and attacking power the overall prowess and capabilities of his reiatsu based attacks and Hierro double causing high difficulty for even the strongest released arrancars to penetrate the flesh of this entity yet at the cost of slow movements and weakened physical strength.
The capacity in which is reiatsu is store is also increased, allowing him to summon reiatsu attacks via ceros or bala at a much faster rate and also the amount he can fire off at one given time.
His reiatsu based attacks rivals (if not surpasses) that of ichigo's Vizard ressureccion.[/list]
The Dark Origin.
History:
A Sense of Suffering
The realm of the living, a realm of existence filled with corruption and depravity all consumed by one source money. This piece of paper, this material that many starve and lust to obtain, it was this very object that caused the death and rebirth of the Arrancar King. It was here within the era of feudal Japan that this once meaningless entity was birthed by a noble Seignior and his lovely yet corrupted wife who is not identified as Seigen Senka. A father and mother who’s duty was to attend to their noble duties not matter the circumstance left their child’s care within the hands and trust of their ‘faithful’ servants. His father who held a rank of an ancient regime who waged war on others no matter who they were or without knowledge of their origins, it mattered not to him, he disembarrass all those who opposes him be it mentally, spiritually, physically, and even philosophically. His mother once a mere prostitute and an infamous informant who sold her services to the highest bidder anyway she could.
Finding Seigen’s father and addressing him with information about a threatening man that Seigen’s father Kanbei sought after. Kanbei promised this woman all the fame, fortune and money she would dream of if she leaked this information about his enemy to him and thus Seigen’s mother Askua accompanied Kanbei as his so called ‘lover’ despite having several other woman he lusted for within the confines of his home. As a mere infant Seigen sadly was unable to even recognize let along remember the voices, touch and even scent of his parents, only the same voices, touches, and scents that the daily servants furnished. As a child, helpless and vulnerable, he was incognizant of his mother and fathers duties. Illusions of time pressed on as the first year of Seigen’s existence passed its mark, repeatedly growing ill with diseases and illnesses that are unexplained and their origins unknown and deplorably incurable.
These emergent occurrences of sickness seemed to have functioned at intervals, one day feeling perfectly normal and the next ill to the point where it would seem life threatening to no end. What little time his father and mother used to come and see the progression of their child’s growth they came with a sense of unpleasantness, why, because as the heir to his father Kanbei’s position he would not let such ‘trivial’ matters as mere illness jeopardize the level of success that Kanbei’s ruling has received. Let down and discomfited by the physical state of his son Kanbei removed his son as the man to inherit his position as feudal lord. Thoughts of actually disowning Seigen conjured within the thought precesses of Kanbei’s mind however Askua saw to it that such actions were not followed through, so in an instant Seigen went from a ‘noble child’ to an ‘Average child’. Desperate for an heir Kanbei and Askua conceived yet another child months to a year later.
Several years later……..
Seigen now entering his teenage years still to this day continues to suffer from his unexplainable intervals of illnesses, despite this he’d rather live with it than to die and leave this existence without leaving something that will mark his existence eternally. However with his current physical condition such actions seemed galaxies out of arms reach. With his younger brother no less than ten years of age he unlike Seigen is treated with the upmost respect from attending, festivals to dinners reserved to those of royal or noble class gauges leaving Seigen to drown in the shadows of his own room. Bedridden due to spontaneous illness permits one to ruminate upon many things that inhabit this existence be it inanimate or something that has been granted life. Standing in front of the window allowing a fulgent sun to crown the flesh of his skin with its rays he could only think what lies beyond this world, beyond this sickness and this room. “Boring….there must be something I can do, yep perhaps my purpose of existence extends further than this ‘body’ or ‘vessel’ that my soul is trapped inside…..is there really a way to escape.” With questions of his existence he was in search of knowledge, often at times venturing off to his households library or bureau of information in search of knowledge and answers to his seemingly incessant chain of questions.
A late summer night, Seigen seated within a table inside of a library with books seemingly stacked up to the ceiling. Books containing information of spiritual beings and entities that resemble and fits the description of a white demon, they were things that Seigen read that he could not possibly being to comprehend. “Why do you read those old pieces of junk my sickly elder brother” A quickly glance cast itself upon Seigen’s younger brother in disgust and anger, perhaps even a hint of envy, yet Seigen had long separated himself from the material aspects of this universe outside of when was needed to survive. At this point his first priority was to expand his level of understanding that surpassed his entire family line. “ These books are far from ‘old pieces of junk’, these works of literature is the cure to me incurable illness.” Both brothers meet eyes, sensations of animosity instantly spiked between the two, one seeking only the fame and fortune that the world has to offer, the other lusting to understand that which lies beyond this realm of existence in a rash attempt to escape this world and his sickness.
“Humph, don’t speak of such nonsense in my presence, those dusted books have been here for generations, nothing valuable in there” Brimming with anger Seigen could only wish and wait for the day when he proves everyone otherwise, he would only need time.
Weeks Later…
Seigen’s suffering illness has temporarily ceased to exist however only for a short duration of time, yet it would seem such was all that he needed. There he stood, atop a balcony just outside of the confines of his room, eyes peering off into the distance as the sun lit the landscape with a elegant yellow light. “sigh. Will this suffering ever end, there has to be a cure. Perhaps this white demon that old fortuneteller spoke of could be my way out, but I don’t want to die, yet nor do I wish to suffer any longer.’ Galore of thoughts incessantly plagued Seigen’s mind, “What should I do?!” Digging his face into his palms his mind twist from the fear of dying by seeking this ‘white demon’ and living with this disease. However little did he know that one needed to be spiritually aware to even bask in the sights of a ‘hollow’. Seigen couldn’t even begin to dream about searching for this beast see he had been chained and condemned to a life at home, fully incognizant of what lays outside of his families walls.
Nights later….
Seigen once again immersing his attention into his houses library reading the books he claims will help him find a cure, be it a physical cure, mental, or even a spiritual one, as long as this sickness would end he hadn’t care. Yet on this particular night he came across a piece of information stating that these ‘white demons’ seem to grow in numbers when lurking within the night. His younger brother enters the room “ Still clinging to false hopes and dreams…..” Seigen’s fist bawled at the words his brother emitted, “Stop it…, his brother continued. “Just give up, you’ll never find you answer, face it, you’re useless, you’re nothing and you never will be, once father disowns y-”, His brothers words completed themselves with an abrupt halt as Seigen’s fist plunged itself into his younger brothers face. “Don’t talk to me as though you’re superior to me when you are far from it.”, enraged and ashamed of being dominated by someone of his elder brothers gauge he stood to his feet removing a knife from his sleeve charging at Seigen. The knife rived open his stomach unable to stop his healthy and fit brother with his own feeble and ill body.
Geysers of blood trickled from his clothes onto the floor, his vision blurred as his body became numb as the floor seemed to become unwillingly closer. Falling to his knees a voice echoed through his head “ See brother, father will finally stop worrying, he’s free now, free from your presence, you disgraced him so I did him the favor of doing his job for him". Slipping into the last seconds of life as blood trickled down his mouth he spoke “ T-thank you, this…f-feels….so peace-ful, hehe. I….can…feel it, finally…not m-more…suffering, *exhale* and there it was, the very breathe that ended Seigen’s suffering all ended by his younger brother. He dropped the knife standing there looking transfixed at his brother’s exclamation expressing a sign of gratitude. He was freed, freed from his suffering however his suffering only eased itself for what is to come in the near future until his agony completely halts itself.
The Decent
Slipping into an eternity of darkness for what seemed like a matter of minutes to Seigen had been several days through the eyes of spiritually unaware beings. Lids drew themselves upwards as he found himself standing peering down at his lifeless body as his blood continued to seep through the floors. He stood there in silence, reveling in his victory, his victory in accomplishing his goal to prove to all that they was an existence beyond the average human’s level of comprehension. However there was no one to express or witness his victory or the results of the endless reading he’d done over the years. It was magnificent yet only for a brief second as it all soon shattered as Seigen’s father and mother stepped into the room after being informed if his death by guards. Disgusting…get this trash out of my library” Seigen began to feel enraged, even in death his own flesh and blood viewed him as trash and something meaningless.
“Even after all of this he still hasn’t acknowledged me.” Years of neglect finally surfaced itself, yet a it transcended into a blind rage, a hatred. This overwhelming anger swelled within the depths of Seigen’s soul, he commenced to run after his father as he walked from the room however Seigen’s mobility had come to a abrupt halt due to a immense spike of pain that blasted throughout his entire body. He peered down only to notice a linked chain protruding from his chest, it hurt, his pain, his suffer all seemed to be without freedom once more. Tired of pain, tired of feeling feeble he quickly grasped this chain pulling it with all his might, rage, hatred, and agony. “ARGGHHHHHGAAGH!!!!” Desperate to be free of pain he pulled and pulled until the chain seemed to lose its durability as cracks soon formed within its surface. Consumed by strong feelings of anger and hatred the chain shattered as this white liquid began to engross and crown the chain along with Seigen’s Spiritual entity. The screams of agony in both pain and defeat, his theory was defeated or so it seemed for now. Silence, blackness, all claimed Seigen once more as he seemed to slip into unconsciousness once again.
When he awoke he was unaware of the events that had currently take place, blood, corpses all scattered along his house, this hunger that surged throughout his being overwhelmed his mind, his sense of logic and understanding shattered as this mindless being now claimed authority over Seigen. This mindless being ravaged the former house hold o f Seigen impoverishing all forms of life until nothing was left alive after its destructive wake, house left in ruins as this mindless white demon, the very demon Seigen thought that could end his suffer pressed on in search of more souls as hits hunger only seemed to amplify as time streamed forward. Days, week, months, even years at a time had he roamed and traveled to the realm of the living in search of souls to satisfy his everlasting hunger yet only for a brief moment of time. Unlike other hollows his growth in power as a menos rapidly increased due to the waves of shinigami Seigen had been able to increase the durability of his flesh. The vast spiritual pressure that even unseated shinigami wield to a menos level hollow is what a feast would be to a king who suffered from obesity.
From feasting upon these delightful sacks of reiatsu placed him on a plane of power had risen over and above all menos hollow despite the lack of years Seigen spent as a mere menos level hollow. Soon he was forced to reside within the confines of Hueco Mundo’s menos forest by as the more shinigami Seigen seemed to devour they seemed to comeback stronger than before to the point where he soon was unable to wear them out and kill them; they all came inflict pain upon him prolonging his suffering, the story of Seigen’s life. However it would seem that such a retreat had been for the best since the mundane human souls that he had been consuming for years had little to no effect upon the advancement of his hollow evolution.
The masses of reiatsu Seigen experience as he roamed the lands of the menos forest was intriguing and irresistible to the degree where urges and hungers to devour his new kinsmen plagued his empty mind and soon claimed him. Without signs or warnings Seigen began to lash out and attack and devour the fellow menos that traversed through heuco Mundo’s sands. To his avail Seigen effortlessly reigned over his kinsmen both in power and vigor. His hunger and lust for power seemed like no other, though incognizant of his methods all Seigen wanted was this feeling of pain and emptiness to leave from his body and the pain would subside the more reitsu he consumed. For years had he fought for survival whether his mind was aware or not of it and with time he and his fellow menos level hollows towered among one another merging and giving birth to an entirely new entity known as Gillian. With his vigor, desires, and demeanor all rising and superior above all the other menos he with little to no effort gained the individuality, a task said to be highly difficult among menos. The squalls and howls of those who Seigen consumed bellowed and resounded through his head at a seemingly incessant rate. His hunger had not stopped, bearing individuality yet still incognizant of his actions he pressed on with his quest to end his suffering and agony.
For years ahead had he devoured his fellow Gillian and several adjuchas after leaving them buried in Seigen’s wake of cero’s. With blind patience and a lust for power in order to release himself of his suffering soon going through a transformation, he was to become an Adjuchas. Upon his transformation he gained full consciousness as his very own mind greeted him with “Where Am I”, the voice seemed to resound and echo, “ W-wait I can hear my own thoughts”. Then it came, with a rush of power came a rush of memories, although he could not recall his actually time lived as a human he could recognize the amount of suffering he had to endure for hundreds of years. Now it was subtle yet it was still there nonetheless. Now fully cognizant he couldn’t stop, no, he wouldn’t’ stop until his suffering would completely stop, until his physical and corporal body reached a plane of bliss.
Lusting to end his suffering he emerged up to and traversed across the sands of Hueco Mundo for the next two hundred years, fighting, shedding blood all to kill and impoverish the lives of his kinsmen. Fight after fight had Seigen emerged victorious grow even more powerful than before with each passing meal. However he came across a vasto lorde that posed a potential thread to Seigen nearly ending his entire existence. The fight was one that stood at a magnificent gauge, both entities releasing themselves pouring all they had to give into this fight yet in the end the vasto lorde appeared dominate. It would have seemed that Seigen’s suffering would in fact end yet not in the way he perceived. At point blank range this Vasto lorde charged a life ending cero from the top its his index finger, with a flash of power the Adjuchas was soaring in the air, arm of the Vaso lordge trapped within the jaws of Seigen. Geysers of blood shower the sands of Hueco Mundo. Howls of pain crackle through the sky as the Adjuchas spoke, “ It was foolish of you to fully believe that I’d provide you with all of my power, you were powerful I give you this, however it seems to more you suffer the powerful you grow.” With that Seigen devoured this vasto lorde and once again under going yet another metamorphosis, the stage of hollow evolution had taken place as Seigen now receive a form that of his now fellow vasto lorde.
For years had he wondered around the Hueco Mundo kingdom known as Los Noches, his reiatsu constantly pounded away at the surrounding area gaining the attention of even the most powerful arrancars. Purposely running amok outside the walls of Aizen’s kingdom, because of it several numeros were dispatched to handle him however they failed miserably at the hands of this extraordinary entity, one who peak of power has yet to be tapped into.
Years past as he was unable to achieve the attention of Aizen Sosuke, however, his time would soon come as he would soon replace unexpectedly take the seat as primero, reigning over Starkk in power. The winter war commenced, Aizens arrancar army and Goteis forces clashed, with its conclusion both worlds and forces morale was at an all time low. Both sides suffered losses of extreme calibers. This was his perfect opportunity to step up and claim his position. Meeting with Aizen as he searched to new and powerful hollows to morph into arrancars Seigen without hesitation or second thought pledged his unyielding loyalty to this shinigami. With this Seigen had finally reached the final stages within his evolution, the arrancar.
His suffering finally ended as his body and reiatsu reaching a stage of absolute bliss, free from pain on any scale. For the first time in both life and Death he finally walked free and there it begun, for the years to come he would reign as Los Noches Primero. Little to no surprise Aizen had been capture, ending his horrid methods allowing a leader, one with a definate plan, to rise and lead Hueco Mundo
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