Basic Information
Name: NEPHILIM Malicia
Age: She has no interest whatsoever for such a worthless information, but would hazard two or three centuries
Gender: Female
Rank: Arrancar
Number: Coming Soon~
Looks: - Spoiler:
Hollow Hole: Where one’s heart should be.
Mask Fragment: All that remains is the pair of horns brushing the sides of her head.
Number Tattoo: Once the time will come, it will be located in her upper back, in the middle of her breast area
Personality:
A label, wish you? Alas, such stereotypes don’t really apply to her. Oh no, only a single word can be used to describe her quickly and accurately. A very simple four-letter adjective, bearer of much less simple consequences: Wild. That is her nature, her demeanor; Wildness. However, it’s important not to mistake this adjective with another that can seem very close: Animal. Animals are driven by primal instincts and urges, obeying hard-coded fears and commands in their genes. She is not. The only thing that drives her Storm is the maelstrom of her mind of doubtful sanity.
In a sense, she is the summit of Hollows’ spirits, as one explained long ago: “In a world drowned and moved by fear, one who fears nothing shine as bright as the pale moon.” But in another, her unpredictable, relatively unreliable behavior balances out height as the bottom, most basal hollow attitude. However, her hunger is not one for Souls but one for unbridled, maddening Chaos. As such, her “basic” attitude is nowhere near what would meet the eyes.
Sexuality: You don’t want to know. Really, just don’t ask.
Relationship Status: Single with interests
Resurrecion Information
Name: Meltdown
Represent: Malicia’s resurecion takes the form of the most vicious, heinous and dangerous animal to have ever stained the earth; an impossible to trust fiend that gladly trick, abuse and even massacre their own kin to advance their selves. The Demon of technology: humans.
Family: Gravity (closest match but really not accurate, only related because it’s a principle of physic)
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Techniques
Name: Majesty
State: Both
Description:
Despite her short appearance, frail body and apparent lesser physical strength, she hides a tremendous amount of spiritual pressure that can easily neutralize enemies of lower-tiers. While this is fairly common amongst very powerful members of all races, her spiritual pressure is special. The Essence of Chaos is deeply tainted in her Reaitsu and extensive exposure is dangerous to one’s mental health. The effects to such exposure are completely relevant on the victim.
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Name: Particle of God
State: Both
Description:
This is not really a technique but rather a short explanation on the core of Malicia’s powers because it can be a bit confusing when you’re not familiar with the concept. In the universe exists a counter to all matter, which is called anti-matter. When this rare substance enter in contact with its opposite, both will cancel out in a powerful deflagration that is called “Annihilation” It has however no effect on other matters until it touches it’s opposite. The core of Malicia’s power is to produce anti-matter just as any character with an elemental affinity summons their element. This includes Anti-Reaitsu.
Important: For the sake of Fair-play and amusement, the radius of Annihilations is greatly lowered compared to its real life counter-part.
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Name: Annihilation Seed
State: Both
Description: This is Malicia’s principal, most trademark weapon. She creates an empty sphere of reaitsu then creates inside its protective isolation a tiny amount of Anti-Oxygen (or another type of anti-atom depending on the context). Upon contact with an opponent’s reaitsu or by releasing it remotely, the layer of reaitsu will vanish, making contact with the Anti-Oxygen and ambient Oxygen, resulting in the principle of physic known as “Annihilation” and triggering a powerful, devouring blast.
Note: The isolative layer can take a different shape than a sphere; the concept is to simply shelter it from the outside long enough.
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Name: Terror Field
State: Both
Description:
This is Malicia’s main defensive technique. She forms a barrier of Anti-reaitsu in mid-air between her and her opponent. Upon receiving a spiritual attack such as kido, cero, etc, it both will cancel out in an Annihilation reaction. While this barrier is able to cancel out very powerful spiritual attacks it has consequent flaws. It does not block physical attacks and because of the annihilation it triggers (the greater the attack canceled the greater the blast) it must be set-up at a minimum range from herself to avoid being devoured by the Annihilation. It is therefore useless in close-quarters.
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Name: Reverse Impulse
State: Both
Description:
This technique is Malicia’s only way to fight in close-quarters, her physical strength not being that great and her Particles of God being far too dangerous for herself for use in melee range. Reverse Impulse consists in very thin claws of anti-reiatsu that can inflict consequent wounds. The main advantage of those claws is “spiritual burn”. While they do not provoke annihilation, they still cancel out in the contact of Reaitsu, which can slowly dry the target’s energy, although it does NOT replenishes hers.
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Name: Hallucination Dance
State: Resureccion
Description: Nephilim being frail for her class balances out this weakness by reaching a very high combat speed. When she releases her limits her speed increase even further to the point that any who see her move this way for the first time will have their sight fail them, causing them to see many doubles and fading after-images and creating high confusion. It takes a certain time for the eye to become used to her pattern to find her true self which depends on the wits and own speed of the opponent but is usually still hard to do even for experienced sonido masters
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Name: Absolute Terror Field
State: Resureccion
Description: This dreaded technique is one of Malicia’s Jokers. Combining the might of her Spiritual Pressure with a field of Anti-reaitsu similar to the barriers above, she can shelter herself in a triple-layered Sanctuary of Anti-Reaitsu. The first layer triggers Annihilation in contact with whatever attacks with spiritual power but the second and third layers are extremely dense layers of her Anti-reaitsu that shield her from the Annihilations. This technique can stay active as long as desired but its cooldown is calculated as follow: 2 * posts = hours of cooldown
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Name: Cero Nemesis
State: Resurrección
Description:Nephilim’s second Joker, the Cero Nemesis is exactly like a normal but very powerful Gran Ray Cero, to the difference it is formed of anti-reaitsu. Shifting from dark red to dark blue, the Cero Nemesis causes devastating damages followed by a shockwave of Annihilation upon impacting on a great enough source of reaitsu. The Annihilation will fail on people who do not have enough spiritual energy or are have exhausted too much of theirs as it takes a very strong reaitsu to “cancel it out”. However, it will still deal strong spiritual damage like any cero if this is to happen. For this Cero, the wings of her Resurrección extend and fold forward, the blast is fired from equidistance between the four tips.
Cooldown: From a few hours to a day depending on the intensity of the Cero.
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History and RP SampleHistory: [
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- “It is easy to seek to establish peace and harmony for those lucky ones who have not yet seen the true nature of humanity. Ignorance is bliss, as they say. Unfortunately, those who looked beyond the mask can cherish this dream no more. Those who seek light and justice, Shinigamis and associates, will smite hollows considering them harmful monsters. In a sense, this is true, but there is more to it. All hollows were once humans and while their thoughts are driven by primal urges, it is still human souls at the core. At such, it can be said that the hunger and hatred are strongly rooted in humanity itself. What hypocrisy…”
- Aria Nephilim*
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It is under this ideology that the Heir of Nephilim was raised, alone with a bitter mother who was haunted by both the sight of the Masked Souls and of The Haunting of her long-lost husband. Before long, she would learn to sense and understand the giants masked in white. She would also learn that their preys were far from worth trying to save, although she just as quickly grew to have the power to do so. One could then ask, why not? The answer was very simple. Maybe she could have cared if things were different. Maybe she would have cared if it wasn’t from that sad excuse for a father. Maybe she would have cared if it wasn’t from those who discriminated against her and her mother for being foreigners. Maybe she would have cared if it wasn’t from the muggers who tried to take everything from her. Or, just maybe, she would have cared if that group of “men of justice” had not attempted to rape her. Yes… just… maybe…
However, there was one man she did not loathe and even went as far as to like. He was, like, her, different from the fray. He, too, could see Them. He, too, could fight Them. Although their ways and strengths were different their spirits were not so far away. Whether on their own or together, they both undertook to cleanse their homes from the vermin, hollows or humans alike. It was not a crusade against Them but rather one against all souls that did not deserve existence, n their eyes. What they were was irrelevant, even a Shinigami indulging in cowardice could be their target.
Time passing, came one of great battles. Yet another war in the endless cycle waged between souls seeking to devour all and souls self-proclaiming themselves as justice. During those times of great conflict, the number of souls in the human world increased dramatically as well as their strength, burdening further the two Executors who were ruling on the Shades of the city, hammering their own judgment on all. The War waged on and at some point, the sides had no choice but to acknowledge as a pain the pair of mortals slicing their numbers. Before long, a hollow of Greater power was sent to take care of the duo. It was quite a monster and it demonstrated tremendous strength. The beast was severely wounded and retreated to the Hueco Mundo after inflicting similar, soon to be fatal wounds.
Both had their reasons to continue the fight despite their injuries, hers was very simple: an eye for an eye. She would not die without dragging the monster down to hell with her. The pair crossed the Rip in reality and followed the beast to its world, unaware of the unspeakable horrors of the other side. There, they finished their battle and gave their last breath in victory, but unfortunately, the Nightmare was merely beginning for the Death of the body meant nothing…
In bitter irony it was when they woke up that the nightmare truly began. As tall as the crystalline trees vertiginously crawling upward and as black as the endless night all around, They were here. Drawn close by the odd reaitsus of freshly “freed” souls, a very large amount of Gillians had gathered and surrounded the pair. Their powers numb, they both knew it was time to retreat to the relative safety of a more remote corner of the forest but in the rush of their escape, they were separated from each other. Far far away from where the other could have gone, the exhausted ones realized that they had lost contact for now. They were all alone amidst the opaque sky and the giant quartz-like trees. Alone? In a sense yes, in another it was quite the opposite. This was the land of hollows, their endless hordes crawling in the shades, spying, waiting, hungering, feeding, devouring, destroying, consuming….
What awaited was an endless chase, in this jungle of The Dead, Hunter and Hunted could change in an heartbeat so did it. Back and forth, there and again, over and over. It was a pradoxal struggle for the survival of a girl who was already theorically dead. Time’s flow was meant to go on. Hours would become days. Weeks would become months. Moons would become years. In the meanwhile, every single instant of this Time was a hunt. None can ever rest on both eyes here and never will. Sometimes, beasts adventured themselves into her remote hide-out, other times; it was her who went on to kill time. Sometimes it was to fight, others battles were not an option. Before long, she came to be familiar with the Dead world and the animalistic rule of this abyss.
Despite being a soul, those depths were still full of spiritual energy and the necessity to fight slowly brought back her powers after death, her strength increased, slowly at first, but exponentially later. However, it was already too late. If she was already a girl of a bad temper and of different moralities, living in this constant struggle for mere existence changed her even beyond. She had a mind that was not meant to be for humans and she was in a place that was not meant for souls to reside. Although not too long, her Chain of Faith would shorten at an agonizingly slow pace, as if to torture her into living forever in this state of underpowered danger where every second letting her guard down would mean meeting oblivion. After a while, she began to even use this symbol as a weapon. Her swift and slim body would be grazing the masked ones, using her reaitsu to subdue sharpness to the spiritual steel and behead hollows with the very thing that was her countdown to Turning. As if all the mind-crushing pressure of this “life”-style wasn’t harsh enough, she was very aware that it was all futile and of what would happen once the last bit of this chain were to vanish.
Somehow however, she just closed her eyes on the fact and slowly, intoxicatingly, she became used to this “life”. Her fighting style became wilder, more swift and reckless but also more deadly and cunning in a predatorian way. It was then that she learned to use her unique reiatsu as thin claws and countered her relative physical weakness. As time passed and the chain grew shorter, it felt less of a burden, less of a worry, as it was unavoidable anyway. At some point though, the process seemed to become significantly faster, it was after a quite odd event worth of highlights. That night, a particularly starving hollow adventured itself into Malicia’s lair with more than clear intents. She was, however, quite glad to “welcome” it, with claws, that is. However, almost unconsciously, she did it. It was her teeth that bitten the hollow and took a chunk of its shoulder rather than the hollow eating her. The hunter had become the hunted, literally. Ever since this instant, not only did the chain shorten faster but the fatalism became hope. She wasn’t seeing the countdown as a dreaded end but as a welcome beginning, wishing for it to go faster. Until, finally, it happened…
The night she turned, Malicia entered a state of unbridled frenzy. She realized that there was absolutely nothing burdening her anymore. The laws and morals of humans with their filth and deceit were long gone. The endless hordes of monsters? Why but she was one of them now. Yes, she was one of them, there was absolutely nothing holding her back or annoying her anymore. Then, there was the fact that her powers had not only completely returned but were increasing. With her realization, her recovered strength and the abilities of this new body, she jolted out of her lair and went on rampage to anything nearby, devouring all hollows crossing her path and attacking even Gillians in a frenetic, overwhelming NEED to seed chaos and destruction.
Soon enough, time had come to make the next step. For once in a blue moon, Malicia surrounded herself with hollows, not quite certain of what she was doing but aware of a subtle instinct telling her what to do. There, she used the hollows to evolve, sacrificial lambs with no other purpose than to serve the greatering of her own existence. There was not a shadow of a doubt as to what would happen. Certainly, her individuality, as messed up as an outside observer would qualify it, was inexorably much much much stronger than any other around. All the hollows were successfully consumed. However, she was not satisfied. Although she had reached the very peak of the ”food chain” of her new world, it was not satisfactory. This body was slow and ugly, it was a burden. She would even say she was better off as a mere hollow than as a Gillian. For the time being, she was unable to use her main abilities anymore. However, her cero was different, very different. Of a dark blue instead of the usual dark red, it held property and power above it of usual Gillians.
Enraged by the losses of this formed, she once more went off to spur turmoil and wreak havoc, shredding the Mindless Ones in her frustration. Eating was not a concern to her, simply the utter annihilation of Their Existence. Devouring was merely a bonus and, again in the instincts of a whisper, a way to get rid of this curse. She would spend her days exterminating other Menos to vent her anger of her current form and was then feared as “La Grande Azul”, slayer of Menos. It was then that her existence first came to be known for before she was killing indiscriminately any Masked One that came close enough to see. Eventually, the mayhem would come to an end as La Grande Azul would vanish from existence, taking on a much more convenient body and recovering her powers as an Adjuchas.
Unlike before, Nephilim was now entering an unknown territory. She had never heard of higher levels of Menos Grandes from her mother and the confusion from this event managed to calm her down quite a bit. While she still remained unstable and psychotic, she would not just rip to shred anything that came close anymore. In fact, she simply ignored normal hollows as if they were merely part of the scenery and set out to hunt those of this new unknown race. Her instincts whispered once more than in them she would find answers, as so she did… once dismembered and consumed enough of them… In due time, the answers led her to become something even greater, different and much more satisfying. There was no need to consume anymore and she could focus on Chaos. She had reached the final step at last, Vasto Lorde.
Shortly after this ascent, something totally unexpected occurred. Something she had long forgotten came back to her or, more accurately, someone. At first all she would smell was the scent of a Vasto Lorde-class Hollow, but soon enough, the approaching Reaitsu began to feel familiar, uncanny. She met with this being, unsure whether to expect a battle but excited about the prospect. In a single sight, she knew. Of course he would have survived, there was no way he wouldn’t have, even though they lost each other so long ago. Yes, definitely it was the only man she had liked. What’s more, he had an idea…
The only witness left was a small pile of finely grinded white bones from two skull-shaped masks…
RP Sample:
A soft breeze was running down the endless hallways, spiraling around the white ornate pillars as two Arrancars were waiting with little to no interest. Leaning on one of the columns, the female one sighed slightly, utterly ignoring the out of place wind brushing her skirt and long hot pink hair. Despite her apparent lack of motivation with her current task, her emerald eyes, half shut, were as piercing as the finest of Zanpakutohs. She glanced at her comrade who shared her abysmal boredom toward the job at hand, confirming this fact. He was lying on the floor, seemingly absorbed in studying something much more important than the invading Shinigamis. A fly maybe? Who knew? Quickly the mystery was resolved as he spoke up about the overwhelming white of the building.
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They’re really coming this way after all… I can’t believe they’re not even trying to hide their presence. This is insulting.”
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It’s highly probable they just got lost or something. Maybe they're just retarded, you know, like lemmings"
The female Arrancar smiled at the comparison, imagining enthralled Shinigamis jumping off a cliff in reply to lemmings’ suicidal impulses. She let out a chuckle and ever so slowly turned her head to the left, as footsteps far away were closing in. From the sound, she could easily identify those were the sandals part of an average Shinigami’s uniform and that they were running, a couple of them. She waited calmly, a single eye glaring at the direction from which they were coming from. Before long a handful of fools in kimonos masterfully wielding their dreaded Soul Toothpicks appeared before the two arrancars. They took their token battle stances and what seemed to be their leader advance to talk, probably to attempt to interrogate them or ask them to surrender and give way. Malicia sighed and left the comfort of the stone pillar, making a single step ahead before glancing at her comrade once more.
-“Oh yeah, it’s my turn this time isn’t it?” Malicia inquired, totally ignoring the declaration of the Shinigami.
Unfortunately, her old friend had no idea either whose of them took care of “last time”. In another sigh, Malicia took on to clean-up. She did a few steps toward the Shinigamis, all the angry words of their leader completely unaffecting her; she only cared about one thing. Unfortunately again, it was a thing she did not see. Alas for everyone, none of the Shinigamis were wearing white with the sign of a division. She shook her head in disappointment and made another step. For the first time, her eyes dove into those of the soul reaper mercilessly as if their sparkling green had meant to stab his very soul.
Suddenly, a shockwave rippled throughout the hallways with an echoing sound. The gravity seemed to increase and breathing became painful for the reapers who began coughing and gasping for air. A hot crimson-pink aura shone over the female Arrancar’s skin as sparks of reaitsu ran accross her body like electric current. Others wandered on the floor or spiraled up the pillars before dissipating. Her head tilted to the left slightly and her half-shut eyes widely opened, the iris becoming slightly smaller and filled with murderous intent. A wicked smile creeped on her mouth as she raised her left arm, the spirit pressure increasing slightly further.
-“Roaches should just stay hidden and die… ” She declared with disgust as she spat on the floor. “Stand up and leave, now.”
The shinigamis, under the pressure of her crushing reaitsu, were struggling to remain in an excuse for a battle stance; little could they do about running away even if they planned too.
-“Well well well… looks like the roaches want to stay and play” Malicia tilted her head further, her wicked smile widening ever so slightly just as her left eye. Thin crimson-pink claws slowly appearing over her left hand…
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