Basic Information
Name: Jessie Sombra
Age: 322
Gender: Female
Arrancar or Espada: Espada
Number: 9
Looks:
Jessie's uniform consists of a white jacket which is gone from her mid-abdomen and down. Underneath is a more vestlike uniform with black lining covering her neck. She wears a black sash around her waist with her sword strapped in horizontally on her back. She wears a white hakama and the same white sandals and black socks as her fellow arrancar. Her sleeves are slightly longer then they need to be dangling lossely around her wrists.
Her entire body has a light grayish tan. Sporting blonde hair with blackened endings it covers most of her neverchanging face. Most facial features have disappeared or rather, she doesn't show much emotions even when speaking.
Her mouth has one small fang portruding her lips. The eyes are the hardest to see as her hair cover them almost always. They are ashen black with no pupil. Most notable are her hands which seem ragged and raw from the fighting and wandering through Hueco Mundo. The remains of her hollow maks take the form of a ornate hair clip, on the side of her head. Her hollow hole is just below her stomach and appears barely above her sash.
Resurrection Information (Optional, but good to have)
Name: Anochecer (Twilight)
Release Phrase: Oscurezca, Anochecer (Obscure, Twilight)
Represent: Darkness
Family: Shadow/Darkness
Looks:
In her released state Jessie features drastically change.
She loses the white arrancar outfit entirely changing into a rugged black dress, that curves around her curves. A large cloak also covers her body, almost like a shroud. Wrapped around him entirely it shows how his body has sunken in on itself giving her a skeletal and starved humanoid appearance. Most notably her arms and legs lose shape in the mass of burial shroud envelloping her, suggesting they might be beneath the shroud but wrapped around him. Beneath her right eye a black crescent moon marking appears with black circles at the tip of the moon. Her hollow remains completely disappears in this state.
Techniques (Optional, but good to have)
Name:
Ensombreza el Teatro (Shadow Theater)
Her immediate area grows even darker casting a acute cover of darkness for a range of 100 meters. This cover is about 50 meters high aswell and spherical in shape. The area loses most of it's light blocking the sun's rays out. The black cover can be run or flown out and even blown away by opponents such as Captains or Espada, or even high strength Quincy. This technique is an extremely augmented form of her Noche Interminable.
Inside this shadowy zone Jessie exhibits two beneficial skills. Firstly her form becomes more shadowlike going so far as suggesting that her shroud is vanishing in the shadows and her legs dissolving in the floor. This hints to her melding with shadows in hier immediate surroundings. She does not become intangible, however she can dissolve into the shadows to flee or move around across this zone. This does not mean she dissapears, figuring out where she is and aiming for the spot she is hiding can harm her. A full scale attack that would devastate the area or blow holes in the cover will also greatly do the trick. Jessie also cannot emerge from anything except for her shadows.
Apart from the fleeing and hiding part this ability gives her back her offensive potential. Lacking a solid weapon she can generate new weapons made from the shadows around him. These weapons when formed look like their real world counterpart only entirely black as if a silhouette of their former self. She can however only generate one weapon at any given time and these weapons must be dispersed before forming a new one. To strike after being hidden Jessie will have to be atleast 50% visible from the shadows from her waist up. Meaning she cannot randomly stab you because you hide against the wall or attack from below without any warning. Her spiritual energy will also flare up when emerging, any opponent capable of reading reiatsu should be able to trace her. This technique is not noticeable outside of the zone, and her opponent will only realize its abilities when they enter the zone.
La Sombra Que Agarra (Grasping Shadows)
Using her reiatsu her shadows will extend and jump out of the ground at her opponent. She can change the form in which the shadows are, but they are typically a pair of hands with claws. She does not use shadows, but her reiatsu for this technique. However, if she happens to have already used Ensombreza el Teatro then she can use the shadows within her field to use this technique.
Curación La Sombra (Healing Shadows)
After activating this technique many runes, scripts, and hieroglyphics will cover the ground in a radius of 10 meters. Anything, and everything within this field's radius will have their wounds healed. This technique cannot heal major wounds such as body parts cut off, destroyed body parts, internal bleeding, etc. It can heal injuries such as cuts, slashes, gashes, etc.
History and Personality:
History:
Jessie recalls little of her time before evolving naturally to the state of arrancar. The flashes of her past remain as scraps an pieces of emotions only in the back recesses of her mind. She recalls the primal instinct of clinging, of raging, hungering for... In the dark... darkness around everywhere, preying on others. Though she shrugs the feelings as soon as she gets the change confining himself to her detached state. She eventually rose to be a Menos and in time grew to become an Adjuchas class Hollow. She only remembers shreds of her time as an adjuchas, mostly darkness fills her mind when trying to recall the days.
Journal of advanced reckon group #3, day 11 of an expedition into the Southern continent of America modern day Brazil, last diary found presumed K.I.A
"We had found the tracks of the hollow we are sent to destroy. It was unbelievable, the forest was torn apart leaving howling fissures through the sea of trees for miles. The dense forest is damp and moist. We haven't had the chance to go for provisions yet. Everytime someone decides to go out alone they got taken from the shadows with little to no warning. The only thing we hear at night is the ambient forest wildlife all around us or the distant chanting of native tribes to this area. It keeps us up at night, the chanting. We figured out the local populace has been feeding this hollow fresh living humans and worship it as a god.
This god of theirs... it is revolting at the least. We have only been able to confirm it's outlining against the moon as it's attacks are as fast as it flees again. This grotesque skeletal serpentine body, and deformed skeletal human torso on top. Something like wings, or could it be more clawlike shapes sprouting from it's back. Maybe this is some predatorial forest spirit instead of a hollow, maybe the central was wrong... "
At some point the turning came where she lost his Hollow mask. The sensation still settles in the back of her mind. The burning pain of tearing her mask loose from her face. Her own screams piercing through the desolate sands of Hueco Mundo. And with it came an entire new state of awareness. As thoughts and gestures filled her mind. Pieces falling in their place before her, a grand design making sense for the first time.
With this revelation Jessie wandered the desert around her. For miles and miles she witnessed the endless struggles of other hollows. Eating and fighting amonst one another to maintain a shred of their former self or expanding their existence.
It was here and at that hour that she decided it was all a futile struggle. Day after day she would witness the endless massacres and feeding frenzies. Mindless, all insignificant to her as she found she could cut them down with not much effort. They were all futile, their struggles, their desires. She would not commit to this. There should be more in this. With her newfound gift of reasoning she wandered into the human world on more then one occasion studying the behaviour of fellow hollows and humans alike. Here her philosophy about detachment and the futile struggle of life rooted firmly and bloomed over the years.
Taking a liking to the less violent drama that humans called poetry interested her dearly, especially the morbid kind. The term Vanitas is something still fresh in her mind. Seeking more sense to the struggle she witnessed more and more hollows of considerable excistence flocking towards one place. They were gathering, in shapes sizes and force. Something new stirred the desolte desert. Word came from a device capable of changing the very structure of a hollow. It gave reasoning and understanding to those fused with it. Wanting to observe this, this new point in the infinite struggle Jessie came before the judgement of the Hogyoku. It made her aware, vividly aware. Of even more endless, meaningless excistence... how her existence was different. But still more lingers. Detached she wanders, quarelling where she must only observing evermore the futile struggles. And still, there has to be more. She remains morbid, but there has to be more, something beyond this station she wondered as she lept further into the dark.
Personality:
Jessie is a reclusive and introspective persona.
Her emotions and thoughts are kept to herself for a large deal as she rarely shows any emotion or change of facial expression from the outside. Her face reflecting this as she hardly changes her features even when speaking.
Her outward appearance makes her a cold individual with little to no regard for the world around her. This in truth is not entirely of his own choosing. She perceives the world as it is to herself: " This is not a life to be enjoyed nor to be savored as a beautifull existence, the dark covers the light and will keep doing so from now till forever". She has a detached demeanor, not wanting to cling to pleasures of the now.
Seeing life as a melancholy or play of puppets on a show that will always end in tragedy as she proclaims Jessie is an observer.
She rather looks at a situation from afar, only mingling into it when is utterly necesary or beneficial for her own survival. This habbit of observing has come in handy since her excistence. She pays attention to the fine print and the snakes under the grass in any deal or given situation. "If we do not prepare ourselves for the reality as it is being presented to us, do we have any right to object to our own misfortunes? "
She does however have one exception where she experiences an emotion besides the cold and detached persona uncaring of everything. She has a romtanticized vision on people struggling for their life and especially when trying to save a loved one or comrade. She finds this fascinating at the least, though she likes to indulge herself in tragedy showing a cruel love for the theme overall. Wars and quarrels of man attract him very strongly as he admires and savors every moment.
She visits the human world for this purpose occasionally.
Her detached demeanor makes her a bad team player. However, she is reliable. An observer, believing that: "If something can not save itself and etch a place for it's own, kill it or ignore it because anything else honors it. "
She does not interfere unless one has proven their worth, nor will he step into a battle for he believes that premature aid is deceiving for the one being aided. She practices this even upon lower classed hollows. Her view is equalized to all beings in front of her. Since differing in views is showing atachment. The only time she will fight anyone or anything, is if they attacked first and actually manage to do some sort of damage to her.
Jessie in her love for the futile struggles of life has a passion in poetry of the morbid kind. Theatrical plays like the human world knows draw a faint attention to him since Hueco Mundo knows nothing of that sorts. If she deems something has given a worthy struggle a poem she will write, as a remembrance of the scene. This she does rarely ( seeing as it shows attachment ) although she likes to read or dictate poetry when around others about the futile struggles of excistence.
Dislikes: People that charge in headlong without thinking, People with to much passion and attachment to excistence
Role-play Sample:
"More, more!" Its grotesque slobbering voice still filled with its last meal. The gurgling sound of flesh and bone still in it's mouth. Revolting at the least. Like a mindless beast eating and eating untill it has its fill. And that was exactly what was going on. A crimson humanoid hollow standing between the remains of what he once called his friends. Splatters of blood and body parts still fresh on the desert sands. A grotesque feast of flesh and gore. Nothing less nothing more. Mindless indulgence as it hunched down and started ripping of new pieces of flesh to hastily fill its own mouth. A wet sogging sound as it chewed. The stench unbearable even for a place as this. Desolate white sands beneath the neverchanging black skies of Hueco Mundo.
"They disgust me, these mindless beasts," Her voice sharp like a crackle of thunder piercing the sky. Jessie still looked on leaning her head gently on her withered right hand. It was quite the scene. It had taken her quite some time to find this many hollows gathered. Something was happening around them. She could tell as more and more hollows started disappearing. She had been walking for hours before she found them. The sounds of their futile struggles ringing from afar. That's how she tracked them anyhow. By the sheer sound alone, as more worthy beings in the struggle would make less noise when hunting. Something flared in the back of her mind for a moment.
She turned her head and looked up into the darkness that was their sky. A flash of light from afar illuminating her pale black eyes for a brief moment. Something was coming...
It was still feeding, the mindless husk amongst the dead bodies. It never saw it even coming. A flash, a crack, a break of the wave to say as it saw it's excistence flash away. Like lightning the moment it shined it stood with one foot in the grave. Meaningless. She wasn't shaken, rather peering closely into the sand before her. She was hiding not far away, so she could see just enough of the mysterious assailant. Leaning a bit forward a scent traced by her. Fresh blood still filled this new arrival's jaws. It's heart punded loudly, breath drawn in large intakes. A predatore on it's edge.
"Did it notice me?" Her voice hushed into her sleeve. It was not that she feared. More her distaste of having to fight a pointless struggle. If it would end, she would surely accept it but this thing. This mindless thing, she would rather not waste his time with it.
Though her hand slipped to the tip of his sword. One would never know, what could come. And this thing, didn't look like it would hesitate.
"Gyaaaargh!" And the gurggling sound of blood welling up from the inside muffled out the rest of the cries. It had all happened in a blind of the eye. It had indeed sensed him. It's bloodstained masked grimace shooting forward at her. But it's clawed arm never struck home. Just a flash, a sudden sting. Her sword pierced straight through the throat before ripping apart most of it's neck. She didn't hesitate, did not blink. Didn't feel any remorse. "You don't even deserve to be thought off nor remembered, pathetic even in it's last struggle." Her voice crisp, cold, emotionless. Sheating her sword she set off. "A disgrace," he thought, "those weak mindless strugglers."
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