"Tsk, do he really think i will stick around in that big castle forever? Stupid grimmjow-faggot", she mumbled in a annoyed tone, as she looked up into the sky. "No surprise the shinigami`s wanted to protect this place..its pretty enough,,but its damn hot", she said as she rubbed her forehead with her hand, looking down at the street. She was sitting on a lightpole, looking down at the busy down-town trafic of the karakura.
She had waistlong dark-brown hair, a edged thin boneplate running down her hair, being connected to a half helmet placed on her head, wich was the last thing remainning of her hollow mask. She had clean lightbrown skin, black eyes and a bored look. She was wearing her own version of the uniform, her vest only being held togeder by a single strap. She was sitting with her left leg crossed over the right, resting her cheek on her flat palm. A 8th was tattoed onto her left thight, meaning she was one of the espada. A zanpaktou was hanging loosly in its holster on her left hip.
Amata knew it was risky sitting in the open like this, any passing shinigami who looked up would spot her right away. Being spotted was something she hoped for, the young espada hated that ulquiorra and 2-3 other espadas had left all of a sudden, leaving her with grimmjow, her former faster Nnoitora, and few other new epsadas. She had been thinking of deflecting, but knew it would be to bothersome in times like this. Whenever espada feel, she would flee, she werent gonna risk her life to protect a damn castle.