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• Name: Pamela Aikira
• True Age: 200
• Appearance Age: 20
• Gender: Female
• Orientation: (Insert Kurikku rank upon acceptance)
Standing at 5'5 and weighting in at 120 lbs, Pamela is a lady of a rather small stature. She has very light skin complexion, and equally light and bright green eyes. The color of her eyes is easily accentuated by her hot pink flowing long hair.
Though her eyes are one of her favorite features, and they do get a lot of attention, they are not quite the public's favorite. She is often always complemented by her figure, specially her legs and her bosom. Contrary to what her clothing may suggest, she does not take too well to compliments on her breasts or her legs. Though she knows she is healthy, she automatically assumes people think she's fat. She knows she is not as it is a reason she wears what she wears, but nevertheless she dislikes thinking about it.
Though she enjoys traveling to the world of the living and shopping, she doesn't change outfits very often. For the most part, during her sealed state, she wears the same outfit. A one-piece open top that doubles as a hoodie and matching shorts and boots. The top is open and small enough to purposely show her assets. The shorts were her choice mainly because they were rather small and didn't get in the way. Plus the shorts come with a belt that has a devilish-looking tail built in that she just loves. Pamela has almost always been seen with black gloves, one of which covers her hollow hole, and medium to dark gray stockings that go just above her knees. She has purposely gone without a bra although she does sport some peculiarly matching accessories that cover her nipples. She was admonished once for being lewd so she made sure to cover enough to avoid the trouble but be exposed enough to piss the individual off and still feel like she showed enough. For the most part, her choice in clothing hails primarily out of the thought that the least clothing she wears the better she feels. She would walk naked if she could, but even she has her limits. Secretly however, she is somewhat lustful, and that can be seen in her clothing.
• Bone Appearance: Two horns protruding from atop her head
• Hollow Hole: Left palm
• Reiatsu Colour: Light green
Pamela is odd enough to raise doubt about her motives, but still not quite so weird. Like her abilities, her personality tends to match the theme of her powers. For the most part she is often seen as a rather quiet and nearly shy individual among strangers. At least in what it entails communication. Once acquainted however, she is easy to get along and becomes attached and creates friendships rather easily. Almost too easily. For the most part she tends to be rather gullible as she tends to offer almost everyone the benefit of the doubt. In her eyes, everyone is good at first. It is however quite easy to disappoint her. On the other hand is rather difficult to earn her trust back or change her mind once she has been disappointed.
On other things however, she is rather carefree. Clothing for instance. She really doesn't care much for what she wears. Though she enjoys the occasional looks and the flirts, she wears what she wears because she finds it comfortable. Clothing bothers her, and in her mind, those who like it stare and those who don't have plenty of choices of places to look. Pamela hates being looked down on, even if she is indeed a bit weaker than her opponent. She despises being embarrassed or made fun of and though her sweet nature might suggest otherwise, she can hold strong grudges. She tries her best to avoid battles but often times they are inevitable. It is in battle however that she changes completely. In battle she becomes ruthless and imposing, though possessing bare traits of her normal personality. The longer the battle drags on the more she delves into her darker side.
Bare legs weakly moving away from one another, a young teen seemingly naked, barely moved as if still struggling to rid herself of her dreams. All around here stood creatures of great proportions and not surprisingly, potentially great strength. The teen was lying naked surrounded by Titans in the prison that was the Tartarus. They each kept staring at her, not in a perverted way, but instead with a very puzzled look. Regardless of their nature, none of them was trying to touch or harm her or even speak to her in any way. Although to some it might have seen like a feeling of fear it was far from it. The young teen had just appeared there, and most likely she had not shown any display of power as she had just awakened so there was no real reason to fear her. Nevertheless they showed a great feeling of respect. It was difficult to know just what drove that feeling seeing as she had just appeared. But perhaps it was not her they respected, but instead it was something more.
There was definitely a tense feeling in the air. The only one with a brief change in expressions was Kronos, the youngest of all Titans who looked up as if waiting for something. After coming into her senses though not really understanding the situation, the girl arose. The fact she was naked did not bother her in the slightest. However, given her situation, it was likely she did not know the meaning of being bare nor the social implications or connotation. Before she could begin to analyze the situation she found herself transported just outside of the Tartarus. There, she was met by a man who called himself The Bringer of Good Luck. She was told the lord of Olympus wanted to see her. The teen was neither shocked, nor amazed; instead it was more of a confused feeling. She hardly had any knowledge of the things around her, even less what Olympus was or who its ruler could be. After arriving at Olympus she was met by a very fierce and strong-looking man. The man had white hair and an expression as if he had no time to fool around with anything or anyone. Like the Titans however, Zeus too had an expression when he set his eyes on her. Instead of fear, it was more akin to looking at the daughter of a good friend. In a second he ordered vestments be sent to her and mortal wealth be gifted to her. The teen, though completely clueless was nevertheless thankful. She wanted to ask who she was, what her name was, and why she was there but somehow she felt like those questions would pose answers she was not ready to know yet.
Now fully clothed and with a different aura about her she was to go with Apollo and ride into the break of dawn to her new home, Athens. There she was met by servants, people and incredible wealth. This was very confusing to her. She did not know or remember any of these people, and it was likely none of these individuals had ever met her before. Yet somehow, likely because of something done back at Olympus, her status in the city was changed. When asked for her name she was at odds. She tried her best to remember her life before her teenage years, before awaking at the Tartarus, but there was nothing. Instead a single word came into her mind. Pamela. Pamela, that would be her name. She knew not the meaning of it, but that did not matter. She knew not the meaning of her existence either so whatever value the name held was equally meaningless and befitting to her. In her new homes in Athens, she was schooled and pampered in equal ground to many of the well-known families, because after all, now she was at their own level. Unlike many of the other famous families however, Pamela was not one to demand specific requests of her servants. However, without fault, everyday there would be a tutor or trainer visiting Pamela for things unrelated to academic education. Some would come to teach her hand to hand combat, and some would teach her to battle with bladed weapons. This was something she had never requested, and to her knowledge, neither had her servants. It was likely a move from behind the scenes by beings that were beyond her. If those powers were indeed beyond her, she did not care to struggle or find out about things she could not control yet.
From time to time, Pamela would be summoned to other cities across Greece and sometimes even outside of Greece by the gods. She was presented with many exercises to test her might and cunning. However, this did not seem like something the gods enjoyed. Although the trials were very common as she grew up, it almost seemed as if it was something the gods were forced to do as if they were repaying a debt. Before her 15th birthday she was summoned by the gods to test her development. She was to go against the Titan Argus but not in battle. The Titan was allowed to attack her and kill her should she be so unfortunate but she was not permitted such thing in return. This was when it became clear to her that the god’s kindness to her was indeed in response to something or someone beyond her. Her trial against Argus consisted of surviving one afternoon without being killed by him. The task was not was not easy at all. Although Pamela had become quite proficient in combat and her physical abilities were peak, this was a titan she was up against. However, the physiology of Argus and his 100 eyes made it a very difficult foe to hide from. At the end of the day, she was covered in bruises and dirt, but very much alive. Apollo looked at her as if wanting to laugh but seemingly trying his best not to. Whether it was to show respect to her or for another unknown reason was beyond her. All she wanted was to be back at Athens and sleep. The challenge had been her most difficult yet, and she hoped it would be the last. Her future and her fate however, seemed to be not without a sense of irony. As the months and months past, she would see every trial becoming tougher and tougher, testing the limits of her being.
In time, around the age of 16 she was sent to Chiron the centaur. Surprisingly, Pamela was received well. From the rumors she had heard it would be impossible for Chiron, the man who would train Hercules to accept her. She was a woman after all. However, it would seem as if Chiron had been previously talked to another entity of Pamela and was thus aware of her. During the next few years, her training in things such as hunting, hand to hand combat and overall battle strategies was advanced. The trials intensified as well. Although most centaurs were known to be wild, Chiron was actually quite mannered yet lustful for ladies. Nevertheless, for one reason or another, he never even once hinted at a flirt to Pamela. However, it was probably likely because of his professionalism and nothing else. The training years went by faster than she had imagined. However, during the most difficult times of her learning, she would have likely imagined a year of training was akin to a century of hardships.
Before she was officially done with Chiron and his training regimen, she was given a final challenge. Now at the age of 18, she had done most of the academic study she cared for. She was a very fast learner, and though there was likely much more to learn, she was above most people’s intellect of her era. Once again the Bringer of Luck had come to visit her. Besides her first awakening at the Tartarus, Pamela had only seen him during some of her more difficult trials. Appearing in what seemed to be a dessert, she was handed a normal looking metal sword. The deity bid her farewell and disappeared. Something was different however. The being had not wished her luck this time. What’s more, she detected the faintest of veiled smiles in his face. It was very much alike the expression she thought the other gods were seemingly forced to hide throughout these years. Pamela did not have much time to think however. Seemingly out of nowhere, a group of roughly 5 bulls appeared. Readying her sword she charged at them. Given the circumstances it would be stupid to be completely on the defensive. Because of the bull’s physiology and strengths, a full head-on charge would be difficult to stop. Jumping over one of the bulls ahead of the others she swung her blade halfway from its midsection and the nape of its neck. To her surprise and horror, her hilt vibrated at the moment of impact and the blade collapsed on itself, leaving her without a weapon but her own body. There was no doubt about it. These were Ethiopian Bulls. Much like the Nemean Lion, rumor had it that these bulls’s red hide was impervious to steel. Given the rarity of the way she came to be, or at least the earlier memories of her existence, Pamela did not have a lot of easily visible feelings. Nevertheless, she was not void of emotions. Especially after being raised and living around humans for so long, she had learned and experiences many of them, despite her special condition. It was clear she was upset. The sword had clearly been a bad joke from the gods but it did not make sense. Why turn the odds so against her if they had seemingly helped her so much throughout this year. One could have just assumed that it was to further push the boundaries of her skills but it was too much. The minutes that followed seemed like ages. Pamela did her best to utilize her hand to hand skills to wrestle and fight off the bulls. Even at her peak she was still getting hurt thought not severely yet. After an arduous fight she had managed to take down three of the five bulls at the expense of most of her energy. Before she could catch her breath, the bringer of luck appeared once again. For what would befall he might as well had been called the bringer of death. Without turning to face Pamela, he did a quick summoning and faded away before anything else could be done. Focusing her eyes Pamela saw what appeared to be a very large snake, easily more than 20 times her size.
In the back of her mind, she heard a voice call out and say, Beware of the Basilisk. The odd voice and its origin, though unknown to her did not bothered her too much. Her mind and her heart were instead flustered by what the voice had said. From her studies of mythology she had heard looking at a Basilisk’s eyes was sure death, and the poison they had in their body made their bites equally fatal. If earlier she had thought her situation was bleak, she was now sure she would die. With the two remaining bulls rushing towards her, it was difficult to decide which to focus or target first. But that was not something she would have to worry about yet. The Basilisk made its way forward at great speeds, killing the bulls in its path before reaffirming its attention to the weakened Pamela. Summoning what little strength she had left she darted, jumped, dodge, and avoided the attacks as best as she could. Sliding down the length of the Basilisk she hit it repeatedly in order to take it down but to no avail. As she was growing weaker, it managed to scratch the side of her abdomen with one of its protruding fangs. The poison was beginning to spread and it was a sure thing that sooner than later she would paralyze and die. The bite, or perhaps the poison seemed to have awakened something from within her. There was power. But it was raw, and likely not anything she would know how to use. With a large flare of reiatsu she managed to gain some ground. Although she would not be able to get rid of the poison injected in her, she would at least be able to push the effects back for a bit longer. The strength of her attacks had increased, now seemingly hurting the Basilisk much more than before. Although the tide of the battle was changing, the fact of the matter existed that she had been bit. As she was about to deal a strong blow to the head of the Basilisk a strong push, sent her flying off. Before her, a seemingly angered Apollo appeared trying to strike her down. But why? There was not much more she could do. Her energy was fading, her sight was becoming blurry and her mind getting hazy. The poison was likely eating away at her and she probably had no more than a few minutes left to live. In her last seconds of sight she saw what appeared to be a dark red figure appear and deliver a very strong blow to both Apollo and the Basilisk. Her eyes now closed under the pressure of her weakened state, she could feel something or someone carrying her. What was next was beyond her as she blacked out into darkness and likely death.
Pamela would awake inside a dark cave, still seemingly bruised and hurt, but very much alive. It was impossible however. Her powers had definitely not being the ones to save her. Surrounding her were a lot of strange beings of dark colors with strange masks on their faces. Their energy was unlike anything she had known before. However, though her knowledge of them was almost inexistent, she was fairly sure it was not them either who had helped her. Instead, one of the beings would instead raise a hand and point a finger to the corner of the room. There stood in wait three horribly disfigured women. The three ladies could tell where she was and who she was although neither of them had any eyes, save for one holding what looked like one. After exchanging a few words, Pamela was told these ladies knew everything that had ever happened in the past. The question was inevitable. It was the time to know what exactly she was and how she had ended up at the Tartarus when younger, and why. What was told to her shocked her beyond belief. Speechless for what seemed like an eternity she knew not what words to speak. Standing behind her were now Hades and Cerberus. However, Pamela did not seem herself and was not ready to fight. She was distressed. It was difficult to know whether she could sense her two enemies charge at her or whether she just did not care to react. The result would be the same. In an instant she was killed by the two beings. However, before Hades could toss her into the underworld a wall of flame arose and a horned huge being tossed her into what looked like a black portal. In all honesty she was too weak in her new soul form to defend herself against anything at the moment.
Next thing she knew she fell flat on a very light sandy place surrounded by darkness. Before she could get up, all around her were similarly masked beings as earlier. These however, were approaching her with very strange looks. It looks as if they wanted to eat her. She mustered what little strength she had left to defend herself but to no avail. In a matter of seconds she was overpowered and her soul devoured and left to turn into a hollow.
Time As A Hollow
After turning into a hollow, Pamela was able to keep only but a handful of the memories of her past. She was very angry at the gods, but even more concerned about what she had learned before her death in regards to her origins. At first ignorant of what to do in this new form she could feel a great thirst and hunger rise up from within her. It was not much later until she observed what hollows usually did. They prayed on other souls and hollows themselves for survival and to grow stronger. She did not have a clear goal. In fact, she did not know if she even cared much for her own survival anymore. In part she wanted to give the gods a piece of her mind, and find out more about the truth she had discovered. But neither of those were things she could accomplish yet. With uncertainty present she decided to do as other hollows did if only for the curiosity of knowing what the future had in store for her. With time she became a bit more fierce and ruthless, though still retaining some of her semi-emotionless behavior.
She would soon discover that the life of a hollow is both difficult and sad. Struggle after struggle and in what seemed to be like decades, maybe even centuries she became stronger and stronger. Fighting and defeating other hollows had become as simple as walking. She was always extra careful in picking her fights to avoid getting hurt and remaining the same level. However, her hunger was, at least to her, greater than most of her peers, so she needed to feed, and feed often.
She had spent hundreds of years in this form. In a sense, she wondered if she had failed and lost her chance. Perhaps there was no way to ascend farther. She did not even know if there was anything beyond . But her past. It troubled her. She needed to face her demons, even if her strength was not what she thought it should be. After hundreds of years she decided to leave for the human world. She had revisited every now and then, especially if there was an especially tasty soul or a specially alluring hollow, but for the most part she had remained in Hueco Mundo. Arriving at the world of the living she decided to head to Greece and face her fate. What she would find however, was a truth, unlike any other. What she would find would shake her own beliefs, put in doubt her existence, and life in danger.
Facing the Truth
Upon arriving at Greece she was surprised. Things had definitely changed over the last few centuries. Nevertheless she remembered the location of Olympus and thus headed there. However, she could not find it. She called to the gods and even cursed their name to force them to appear but no one came. She was getting extremely angry and confused at the situation. Before she could continue her wild behavior a figure appeared some 20 meters behind her. The figure looked like some of the smaller sized but strong hollows she had fought before but smaller in stature. It was a mixture of a dark and red color and had a number of spikes across his body with claws , and horns atop his head. It was not difficult to know the being was easily miles ahead of her in terms of strength. As she was about to utter a word, the hollow darted towards her and push one of his index fingers atop her forehead sending her flying off and rendering her unconscious on the spot.
She awoke in what seemed like an older Greece. Everything was hazy and almost grayish. The location, was right outside the Tartarus, there was no mistake of it. However something was odd. She saw herself asleep surrounded by Titans inside of the Tartarus but the vision was obscured and blurry and all of a sudden it changed to very dark scenery where nothing could be seen. In a matter of seconds the setting would switch back to the Tartarus and then back to the pitch black scenery. These series of events were all occurring in her mind, this much she knew. In the outside, the hollow was leaning against a wall, watching Pamela, still unconscious, and still struggling within. In what seemed like hours later, Pamela awoke crying and breathing quite heavily.
It was all a lie. Her whole existence was based on a lie. No. Her existence was a lie. In the hour or so she had been unconscious she had learned more about herself than she ever did however many years she lived. She was never at the Tartarus. She never met any gods. In fact, the gods did not even exist. She was never human to begin with. Pamela, or whatever her real name was, was born as an animal. She was born as a weird deformity and combination of a sea monster the likes of which frightened her even more and brought even more tears to her eyes just thinking about it. This was in fact, the very first time she had ever cried. She was a being created by evil forces. But she did not belong to evil, or at least she did not want to. The hollow before her possessed some sort of power that allowed power and manipulation over the mind. In accordance to whatever evil forces had created her, this hollow had plotted with them to make her life a dream, or more specifically, a nightmare. She did not grow up in Athens, she grew up in the depths. She did not kill monsters and creatures threatening humans. She was the monster killing humans. She collapsed onto herself, her mind about to break down in agony. She had grown so close to humans in her dreams, and in reality she never did. She only fought against them. Her hands and feet were as cold as ice, and she did not know what to do. She wanted to only drive her hand through her chest and end her existence once and for all. Her tears and cries seemed to only fuel the now laughing hollow before her. She was created by evil, but she was saved by light. The apparent lie that was her death at hands of Hades, was actually a death in real life, regardless of how it had happened. The old ladies in her made up nightmare had told her she was a lie, but back then she did not know what to make of it. One thing she knew for sure. She was alive for a reason, and she was saved by light. She was not alive because the idiot before her wished to play more games with her. She was alive for something greater. And if she wasn’t she would make sure she did. Her existence might have been disastrous before, and although that was something she hated and could not change, there was something she could affect. Her future. She wanted to turn her life around, if something like that was even possible. No. She had to believe it was possible. She would fight and become stronger and make a life for herself. A real life. One that, even after death, she could call hers, and which would bring her a peace of mind, and happiness. Her enemy, this hollow, she would fight.
The battle would prove to be the toughest one yet. Counting her real existence and the veiled life that was presented over her eyes, neither held a candle to the battle that was about to ensue. Pamela dashed towards and around her enemy with some sense of confidence. It was as if she was winning a battle she expected to win, when in reality, she would probably perish. Although her attacks were relentlessly and carried the full extent of her strength, they were not enough to defeat her opponent. The hollow before her was a formidable opponent. Though seemingly working a bit harder to dodge and block her attacks, he shrugs the majority of them off without extreme difficulty. On the other hand, Pamela was having an arduous time keeping up and dodging his attacks. Even those she managed to block left her limbs hurting quite a bit. Although her speed and flexibility almost matched her opponent, his strength was on a whole different level.
Her life had not been totally worthless. Her experiences might have been fabricated, but all her fake trials, all her fake struggles…they might have been fake in it of themselves, but she still remembered them. The knowledge, the strategy, those were there. They had a purpose. As she devised strategies, she continues fighting close combat while shooting off her bala and cero at intervals. She started to use some form of unconventional warfare to get at her opponent. If raw strength would not defeat him, she would have to resort to different types of offensive and defensive schemes. With time she was beginning to see his movements. If not able to overpower him just yet, at least now she was able to barely keep up enough to counterattack with fairly well efficiency. The battle was not only taking a toll on her body but her mind as well. Her mind ached like never before. However, that could be attributed not only to the vast amount of hits she received but also to the near mental breakdown and truth revealed earlier.
In a last attempt she was overcome by animalistic rage the kind of which she had never let overtake her soul before. It is hard to say whether it truly gave her any boost in speed or strength. However, it was obviously visible her confidence had gone up. She had become bolder, fiercer, and fearless. The attacks dealt considerably more damage, if not because of a boost in strength then because of the relentless and unorthodox movements and variations of attacks and locations she chose to strike. Almost a day later, she was on her hands and knees looking at the world below. It was a miracle she actually had enough strength to allow her muscles to support her. Before her, a seemingly confused hollow was vanishing into a steady stream of sand. His expression was that of hate, annoyance, and relief. The meaning and reason meant nothing to her. And with that she collapse, part of her hollow mask breaking in the process, and likely falling into death’s hands yet once again. But if she died, then at least this time, it meant something.
The First Awakening
She awoke near a sandy area, in what still appeared to be Greece. To her surprise, she looked very different. Her whole body was encased in what appeared to be a red armor. Her head now sported very large horns, yet she was considerably smaller than she was before. Had she gotten weaker? No; it was the opposite. She was much stronger than before.
Back in Hueco Mundo she gave much thought to her situation. She was different not just in regards to her looks and her power. Her hunger was strong as before, yet she was much better at keeping herself satisfied and stable. Most of the hollows avoided her, almost as if they could sense her coming miles away. She would soon learn she had ascended and become an Arrancar.
Her days were spent trying to ponder over her future. She tried her best to forget her past, and for the most part, she did. Every now and then, she would have hazy flashbacks of the fake nightmare she thought she lived and of the cruel reality of the monster she once was. But they were all hazy memories now at best. One could have easily considered her a monster now, like before. But unlike then, she was fully aware of who she was, and of her choices. That life was her own. What she chose to do and accomplish with it now, whether worthwhile or not, was her choice and hers alone. She was not one to meddle into the affairs of other hollows but she disliked injustice, perhaps as a result of her past experiences. Every now and then she would defend a hollow if it was being picked on or manipulated by a large group of stronger hollows. However, her help would end there. Even though she was always alone, she never allowed anyone to come or stay with her. Her life had been complicated on her own, and she did not need anyone else bringing more trouble.
Centuries passed and Pamela had grown much stronger. Although the majority of her days were spent at Hueco Mundo, she enjoyed visiting the world of the living. This was done in moderation however. Although she was fully capable of dealing with almost any shinigami that might challenge her, she would rather avoid the conflict all on its own. She did not like to feast on humans, and never did. Initially she was intrigued by their daily simple lives. Usually, Pamela would just sit and watch them do their mundane tasks. She was a bit jealous to be honest. Their lives were simple, and they had nothing to worry about. Their lives were theirs from the beginning and no one was playing with their existence like powerless puppets. She did however, made it a habit to kill and devour any hollow that meddle with the humans around her. Whether it was for sympathy for the humans or just because they got in the way of her scenery was not clear. At the end she realized being alone was not good for her. She wanted it something or someone. She wanted a friend. However, that was easier said than done. Nevertheless, there had to be more out there. She had heard of Arrancar. Beings that went beyond their power limit by removing their masks. The idea of more power was merely a bonus, and she did not care much for it. However, the idea of seeing others, and coming closer to her real new identity were things that appealed to her. This was indeed something she would do.
A New Existence
After removing her mask she was enveloped by a huge source of reiatsu and blacked out. Upon awakening she did not remember anything from before. The only things on her mind were the word “Pamela” and hazy memories of the sea and of many sea and land monsters. The reason why she had these memories was unknown to her. But perhaps there was a reason she did not remember, and just maybe it was better that way. She assumed and accepted her name to be Pamela. She looked at herself for what looked to be the first time since she did not recall seeing her before ever before. She was sitting naked on the floor with no garments nearby. Before standing up to leave she noticed what appeared to be a toy underneath one of her hands. It looked like a small blue and black bat with a mask on it. It was rather cute or so she thought. Unluckily the toy was not alive as it did not reply or talked to her. However, she discovered she could influence the toy to do things. Even thought it was not sentient and thus it could not think for itself, Pamela could direct it. The toy was almost an extension of herself. At the very least, even if it was controlled by her, she was not alone, and she felt happy. Looking once again at her naked body she blushed tremendously. She seemed to have become a very emotional woman after the transformation. She was ashamed at the nakedness of her body. She decided to travel to the world of living to get some clothing but not before she commented on her figure and about how fat she looked. There was no one around to correct her, so often she put her figure down in reflection of a lack of self esteem.
She was lucky most humans could not see her. She would have died of embarrassment if she had been seen. Inside the stores she spent hours trying to look for an outfit. There was so much variety and so many colors. From that moment on, Pamela would visit the human world with much more frequency, especially stores, restaurants, and other localities. Nevertheless, the majority of her time was still spent over at Hueco Mundo. She was also not one given into combat. Although her abilities were to be admired, she had become more of a pacifist. She would go to great lengths to avoid a fight but not at the cost of her safety or that of innocent people. In Pamela’s mind she had only been alive a few years, or ever since the transformation. She was a happy woman, at last. She was a happy woman with much to live and much to see, and likely very much more to experience and learn. Both good and bad.
• Sealed Zanpakutô: Ornate bow and a quiver at her back with ever-replenishing arrows. Both the bow and the quiver are almost always not seen with her. Should she ever need them she merely has to motion and want for them and the items materialize in her hands. This helps her by not having to force them on her and hold her back with all that weight. Should her weapons ever be taken or thrown away, she may dematerialize them, and materialize back into her hands.
At her own discretion, Pamela may just break down her bow by snapping it in two in which it becomes two blades akin to scimitars. Though not being able to use her bows in that form, she may merely dematerialize her weapon and materialize it back into the form of a bow and use her arrows.
• Racial Abilities:
Cero, Bala, Sonido, Pesquisa, Garganta, High Speed Regeneration
• Unique Abilities:
Heart Piercers: Her arrows strike the heart and feelings of the opponent upon contact even if they are pure evil. In return, a rush of emotions overtakes them, and in between the confusion of feelings for Pamela, their speed is always reduced. The arrows travel at the same speed as quincy arrows and she may shoot them at very high speeds. The arrows automatically appear from her quiver to her bow as she draws it but she may also chose to pick them out herself. The arrows themselves can be used as a melee weapon with the same effects. The power always takes effect on foes with a willpower equal or lower than hers. Those with a stronger willpower can sometimes force the effects off.
The Heart: Pamela's arrow do more than just slow and harm her opponent. Nevertheless, the effects are interconnected. Every time an arrow hits an opponent, its as if a residue dissolved into the opponent instantly. Once an opponent has been hit with an arrow, the rush of emotions are varied and do not restrict themselves to merely affecting the speed of the opponent. Once they arrows have hit, Pamela becomes able to inflict induce great psychological pain and/or happiness. By forcing into her opponents feelings of true love and desire or the pain of a broken heart, she is nearly a master of their emotions. Which way she goes is up to her. A madly in love opponent would have their reserves against hitting Pamela as strongly or even harming her at all, while an opponent with the pain of a broken heart might be doubtful maybe even momentarily confused. Her ability can be used not only during combat but also outside of combat to suit her needs. The power always takes effect on foes with a willpower equal or lower than hers. Those with a stronger willpower can sometimes force the effects off. Once the opponent has been hit with the arrow, Pamela must decide which of the two effects to allow to take place as an opponent may either feel the pain of a broken heart or true love, but not both.
El Paso del Amor: Some people say love can open doors, but Pamela and her powers have taken it to heart. Aside from attacking, Pamela may use her arrows to shoot off into the distance and make small sized portals. The portals are too small for Pamela and anything or anyone else to travel through. The specially coded reiatsu of the portal allows only her arrows to pass through. The arrows may then exit through another portal that Pamela must have made. Otherwise, with only one portal the arrows would be lost into nothingness. However, Pamela cannot maintain more than 8 portals at a time.
• Resereccion Name: The Huntress
• Resereccion Release Phrase: Ataca Cazadora
• Release Actions: Reiatsu Burst
• Resereccion Appearance:
• Resereccion Abilities:
La Ballesta: Although the hilt is quite sturdy, at her will and choosing the texture may change. At her own discretion, the length of the hil may extend, contract, stretch, bend, and twist in any direction she so chooses. The maximum length the hilt may obtain is that of 50 meters, and it may travel at a speed of up to and closing on to bala speeds. The same is true for the spear point and the axe like blades. The axe-like blades and the spear points may only extend and retract however, and they are limited to a maximum length of 5 meters each.
El Mar Rojo: Pamela creates a figure of crimson red color which looks almost like her save for the completely red color, and the lack of a weapon. The figure does not move by itself but instead requires Pamela to direct its movements with her mind or her hands. Like her hair, the figure may extend, constrict, expand, bend, twist, twirl and swirl at her discretion. By doing so, it may take on the form of whatever her mind imagines. However, since its only one figure, the shape of the figure in any form cannot exceed two meters. On the other hand the figure is quite weak and can be cut down rather easily. Not even a swing; barely a simple punch from a foe would defeat the figure. However, every time the figure is defeated, twice appear on its place. Thus if there's only one figure present and said figure is defeated, two would appear. However, if the figure/s is not defeated in 3 posts, the figure would destroy itself and Pamela would be forced to recast the ability. Each figure adds 5 meters and since the figures can be reshapen and fuse, the size adds up. Once the figure/s have destroyed themselves after the post duration without having being hit, there's a one post cooldown before the ability may be cast again.
La Punta: The weapon consists of axe-like blades and a fairly long spear-point tip. Contrary to what looks may suggest, the spear point tip, though it may be used to impale opponents, has a very different purpose. Should the spear-tip meet a blast attack head on, the tip acts akin to a hydron collider and disintegrates the attack upon contact. There are limitations however. The weapon may not disintegrate more than one blast at any given time. At her own discretion, Pamela may shoot back the last attack that has been disintegrate it by the spear-point at an equivalent power and speed. Pamela may only disintegrate/atomize blasts from foes up to a tier higher than her.
Locura: Upon release, the reiatsu around Pamela intensifies. Having so much power surrounding her, it sticks to her and her clad armor. Acting like a passive ability, upon release Pamela has her speed and strength skyrocket to equivalent levels expected of a release. To be specific her speed and strength increase by over double their normal levels.
Salacion: Pamela is very flexible. Her small body and light weight do help her in this regard. Like her unorthodox movements, her unorthodox ideas carry onto the battlefield. Though for the most part she would rather shoot her bala and cero through her weapon or a fingertip, she can do more. She has become able to shoot out the blasts from practically anywhere on her body without even making a motion to do so. Because of the unpredictable nature of her moves and how her blasts may potentially appear, it can become harder and troublesome to dodge something the opponent does not expect until its ready.
El Paso del Diablo: By motioning with one of her hands, Pamela's gauntlet may begin to glow. At her will she can create a human sized portal of very dark red-crimson color. The portal allows her to step into her own personal dimension in limbo. To come back into the battle scene she would have to create yet another portal or have another one created. Pamela can only truly control a maximum of 5 open portals at a time. Nevertheless, she can close a portal and reopen it at a different location in the battlefield at her will and discretion. The portals are specially tailored to her so they do not allow entrance to anyone but Pamela. The only way to enter is to be touching Pamela and that she willingly allows you entrance. As long as those two conditions are continuously being made at the point of entrance and exit, it is alright. Once the maximum of 5 portals have been open and active, they may only remain so for a duration of 5 posts. There is a two posts cool down once the duration has elapsed.
El toque: Opponents should be wary of Pamela during close combat. The armor that surrounds most of her body is a special type of clad armor. Rumor has it, it feels as if the armor was crafted in Hell itself. Any hits inflicted on an opponent damage the surface by forcefully burning and scorching the skin of the foe. Opponents with special resistances like Arrancar and their hierro might fare a little better but they would still receive some minor burns from coming into contact with her armor.
El Latigazo: At her own discretion, Pamela may shoot out blasts crimson red from her weapon. Either from the spear point in a linear motion or through the axe-like blades in a swing/slash pattern. The power and speed of the attacks vary, with incredibly powerful blasts traveling at cero speeds and blasts at bala power traveling at equivalent speeds. Aside from her signature blasts she may chose to shoot out her own cero and bala through her weapon at any time.
Revelacion: Pamela's hair is not much different than her weapon. Her hair may extend, curl, twist, bend, retract, and twirl at her will. Her hair may extend a distance of up to 20 meters and is quite sturdy. Though it has the capabilities to form and change its form and become stretchy, the hair is strong enough where it would require a good number of hits to cut it. Thankfully for Pamela, even if an individual cuts her hair, she can just grow it back and avoid looking hideous.
(Leave the skills alone until the application is approved. You can then go back and add them if you want to)
- Durability: Adept
- General Speed: Adept
- Strength: Beginner
- Weapon Skill: Adept
- Willpower/Determination: Adept
- Mental Deduction: Beginner
- Pain Endurance: Beginner
- Focus: Beginner
- Perquisa: Beginner
- Sonido: Adept
- Cero/Bala: Adept
- Hierro: Adept
• RP Sample:
"Meow" said Pamela as she tilted her head looking down,"What kind of talk is that?" Taking a quick breathe she lowered the milk bottle and sitting on the floor poured it on the bowl. Almost instantly, the kitty had come to her, and after snuggling against her leg began to lap at the milk. The little animal was rather cute. Pamela had become rather endeared to it. Every now and then she would raise her gaze to meet the eyes of the passing bystanders.
It had escaped her but she was sitting down in a public place. She wasn't exactly wearing the most concealing of clothing, but at the very least no one could see her. She was not one to be embarrassed or ashamed of what she wore. Nevertheless, the fact that she was invisible to them meant she could sit in ways that were not very prone of for a lady. "Meow? Oh dear" Looking to her side, she was correct. She thought she had heard the same peculiar sound but multiple times. Nearing her were nearly three kitties which were covered by some type of cardboard box. The kitties had probably been left by their owner. Pamela was not one to have strong emotions...at least not for the most part. But the kitties, it was different.
No. No. I won't do it. I don't care she thought to herself. Regardless of what her mind told her, she found herself nearly 20 minutes later, with kitties all around her and atop her thighs, drinking from a few bowls of milk which she had to go and find. Raising her eyebrows, she kicked her head back, and closing her eyes, tried to force herself into slumber. A bed might have been bliss, but the company of the innocent kitty was more amusing and comfortable than anything else she was likely to find in the city at this point.
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