Atter Antigua

Born as a High-Spec human in times when humanity still dwelt in huddled little villages against the dark, unfamiliar wilderness of the world Atter was born in the region of modern day Sweden. A cold, unforgiving but starkly beautiful landscape that provided little in the way of food and resources in and of itself. But did have the benefit of birthing some of the hardiest people to ever live. During this time Atter found himself as a titan of a man, imposing and mighty, with a penchant for raiding and taking what his power would allow. He fought, he fucked, and otherwise displayed himself as the closest thing to a savage with just enough morals to get by as one could be.

However, this mindset lead Atter to begin to grow more and more reckless, more and more bold with his raids, with his displays of strength, power and endurance. More and more ostentatious with how he would aid his people and, consequently, what he expected of them in return. As a young man Atter became something of a folk hero by, at the request of his village for land, tearing the very trees from the ground and tossing them aside with reckless abandon, roots and all. By the time he was done he had cleared a mighty, albeit somewhat ravaged, tract of land for his tribe but had crushed some of them with the trees he had uprooted in the process. This lead to their thanks for this act being.... lukewarm at best, to put it mildly.

After this display it became less accurate to call Atter a 'folk hero' and more accurate to call him something like a natural disaster or a curse in human form. Though he did genuinely care for his people, and do his best to help them, he was simply such a stripe away from them that he never considered the consequences of his actions. But if Atter was no help, even a hindrance, at home then surely such strength and endurance were a benefit on the battlefield?

Sadly for his tribe, Atter was quite the boisterous and proud individual, and one such story told of his follies involved his tribe at war. A stout shield-wall formed for the defense of the tribe, a shield-wall that Atter, being inconsiderate as his living self was, simply laughed at the prospect of maintaining and abandoned. Leaving a mighty, gaping hole in their formation as Atter strode out to meet the enemy head-on. Indeed the mortal weapons of the tribe's foes could not harm Atter. Slashing blades were turned from his skin like he was struck with mere pool noodles than deadly weapons. Stabbing spears broke their tips upon his body like brittle icicles and any cavalry that approached found their hoses hoisted up by one leg and used as a weapon with which to bludgeon the enemy army with, at least until Atter held nothing but a useless eviscerated stump of a horse leg anymore.

Thus, while Atter and his tribe were indeed victorious, his fellow tribesmen were eviscerated while Atter glorified in an exciting, but otherwise harmless, battle. Seeding deep, bitter resentment in their hearts.

As fate can often be cruel the next few years would see both Atter punished for the man he had been and, in a cruel twist of fate, begin to become a changed man. Born into their tribe not all that long after Atter, and unlocked her own powers upon adulthood, a shieldmaiden of his tribe by the name Narya ventured to confront Atter on his foolishness after Atter's short-sighted nature nearly destroyed her home. Punching him in the jaw and staring him down Atter was.... shocked that he was actually harmed by this. At first, perhaps, he was upset but with fury still blazing in her eyes Atter was overseen in being made to fix her house just as it had been, regardless of how foolish he may have been.

Needless to say for the short-sighted Atter controlling his strength enough to drive a nail into a roof, and not destroy the roof itself, was in and of itself a learning experience. But he was, if not entirely stupid, at least an honest and up-front individual and never committed the fallout of his actions out of malice. Thus under the direction of someone he could not ignore, someone he could not defeat with casual ease, Atter slowly learned to restrain and measure his power. Indeed his efforts of apology were earnest enough that, over time, Narya empathized with the klutz who had smashed all his fingers and began to work with him on repairing her home.

Over time, and with patience, the young shieldmaiden softened the reckless warrior, lending insight and temperance to an otherwise unruly beast of a man. His heart had only just begun to change when his tribe set their plans into motion, to rid themselves of the curse of Atter's short-sighted nature once and for all.

Taking what practitioners of Reishi manipulation they had, some of the earliest to adopt the moniker "Quincy" in their area, knowing they could not kill Atter, devised a way in which to seal him away forever. Over years of enchantment and ritual, Reishi forging and manipulation, they forged a series of chains known as Gleipnir with which to contain the careless beast. Sadly for Atter, over these same years he had truly softened, truly changed, and began to form something of a budding romance with Narya, who wished to see the once-thoughtless man truly commit to her before humoring him. She did not quite realize he had done that the moment she punched him in the face all those years ago......

The rest of Atter's tribe, with Gleipnir finished, began to devise and plot a way with which to lure Atter to a place in which he may be imprisoned. Truly they could not forcibly move him, nor could they incapacitate him to be moved, no instead of a devious plan it was, and what the tribe would call a stroke of luck that sealed Atter's fate. One dark and boisterous night one of the individuals involved in the forging of Gleipnir overheard a drunken Atter proclaim his intentions to marry Narya, a proclamation that was met with silence by all but the drunken forger, who mocked the foolish titan of a man, claiming with all the blood on his hands she may as well marry a butcher.

Atter may have changed quite a bit, may have softened, but by this time at his core he was still a headstrong, powerful warrior, and a drunk one at that, so it was with brutal, furious efficacy that he crushed the head of the insulting forger before the tribe. An act that sealed his fate as, unbeknownst to him, the tribe had approached and attempted to persuade Narya in luring Atter to a cave deep underground, where Gleipnir awaited. Seeing what, in her eyes, was the ultimate display of her failing to change the man she loved, Narya agreed and, under the false pretenses of a marriage ceremony, Atter looked the woman he loved in the eyes as she was the one to place the chains upon him. Her own eyes flooding with sorrow and tears as he was sealed away, to be released only once he had finally changed, as Gleipnir would monitor his soul.

Atter's fate was not to be freed quickly, however, as once word got out that Atter no longer protected his tribe, those tribes he had wronged with his previous, callous butchery slaughtered his tribe to a man, and all who knew where Atter was hidden, save Narya, who simply vanished on that day. Never to be seen again.

With his tribe dead and slaughtered, with no one to bring him food or release him, Atter quickly died of starvation in his prison. But Gleipnir, being just as much bindings of spiritual nature as mortal, contained even Atter's soul from freedom. It was there, in that dark, empty cave, that Atter began to break as a soul. First, Atter was unable to accept his death, unable to accept he was too weak to free himself, and in abject denial of his situation. Thus he thrashed, pulled, fought and squirmed in his bindings. His stubborn refusal to allow himself to suffer anymore, refusal to believe he, of all people, was truly dead, driving him to more desperate means of attempting to escape. For decades did Atter struggle, plot and harm himself from pulling on the chains, still acting as most a man even as his soul began to ache.

Next came anger, furious and absolute. The stark reality of his situation making Atter's mind rage and seethe with unbridled emotion as he devolved from fighting his bonds as a man and now something closer to a starving wolf. Howling, growling, seething and frothing at the mouth did Atter pull on his chains until they nearly cut or pulled his limbs off. Only after further decades of fighting, day and night, did Atter break down in tears. Body wounded, bruised, bleeding and shaking with impotent rage.

After rage, came bargaining, and this was the moment Atter hollowed. As his soul degraded, as his desperation grew, he began to feel himself Hollow as a singular soul. At first, the prospect terrified him, but within that terror Atter felt power. An unmistakable power that he hoped would grant him the means of release. As such Atter struck a bargain with himself, to accept this terrifying, emptying power in order to secure their freedom. This lead to Atter pursuing any and all actions he could in pursuit of this bargain, to make himself LESS human, all in a helpless attempt to be free of that which he feared would bind him forever.....

Atter's time as a Hollow was monumentally, obscenely abnormal. Having already been a powerful warrior in life, and possessing quite a great soul, when Atter's Hollow mask consumed him he was flung into the most feral, most desperate type of terror imaginable. His form shrunk, his Hollow form not able to achieve the towering size of a Gillian due to being but one suffering soul, but at the same time, Atter REFUSED, with all his being, the choking confines of the Hollow mask that was attempting to cover his face. With claw and fang did Atter tear off his mask, panting, puking and writhing in depression he was an Arrancar with sudden, terrifying quickness, though even this new form was little comfort as the very reason he had pursued it, the very reason he had pursued this power, still could not free him. After even more uncountable years thrashing, straining and fighting to free himself, Atter fell into a heart-breaking depression.

Finally all but broken this is the moment in which Atter developed his Van poison, as now that he no longer fought and strained against the chains that bound himself, he could not bring himself to kill himself in the traditional fashion. As, somewhere fundamental to his being, being defeated and overcome even by his own strength was still.... repulsive. It made him feel helpless, even against himself, a feeling he refused and so, with claws sliding into his veins, wished his poison, his Hollow abilities, could harm himself......

Sadly for Atter this was not the case and no matter how hard he tried, how much will or potency he evolved his poison into, he could not use it to end his existence. A stark, chilling fact that left the Arrancar sitting in silence, tail low, ears drooped, for untold time.

Finally, in recent history, Atter accepted the futility of his position, the mistakes of his past, and with eyes crying in true remorse he cried out in a deprived, quaking voice his apologies to his people, to Narya, to everyone who he had ever wronged. This chance was, finally, what bought Atter his freedom as Gleipnir released it's hold upon him. At first Atter thought himself delirious, thought he had gone so mad he was hallucinating, but after several hours of testing and realizing he was free Atter was... elated. With all the quickness he could muster, with joints and bones aching mightily, did Atter free himself from the cave he had spent over a millennia suffering and struggling inside. His perspective on the world, on other people and mostly importantly, on himself, having changed for the better. Though he was still a brash, headstrong and cocky individual when it came to his strength, all his time alone had made Atter much more considerate, if very lax about the passage of time or physical activity. No longer did he reveal in violence and death, in drinking or feasting, he had been fully tempered into a more just, temperate but proud individual who was eager beyond belief to see how the world had changed.....

Unfortunately for the newly-born Arrancar his first forays back into the world were met with a quite literal, quite angry, and quite ugly representation of his past. It seems he was not the only one in his village that hollowed, not by a long shot. As it seemed at least one of the beings here, Adjuchas as they were known, smelled very familiar. The large one with the serpentine tail, to be specific, the others..... foreign. Unknown. For a brief moment he froze, almost intent on simply leaving, when his sensitive ears overhead the serpentine Adjuchas discussing "killing the thing in the cave" and "possibly eating it for strength". Atter, upon hearing this, grit his fangs in rage. Not at all the animalistic, primal and unthinking fury of centuries past, but a cold, snarling heart of wintery malice that bade him to make a very foolish decision. With his tail and mane bristling Atter would stalk out of the snow, hands clenched into clawed fists, as he bore down on the gathering of five Adjuchas who seemed to have made a home of what had once, long ago, been the site of his village. Though even now he could tell the world had changed monumentally Atter was focused on something primal something familiar, the urge to butcher and kill.

In his enraged, snarling, state Atter did not care that each of the Adjuchas present was nearly as powerful as he was. It did not matter. He had been a titan in life, a monster impossible to wound or defeat, and he'd be damned if that was going to change in death. The Adjuchas seemed to be congregating, deep in discussion, when Atter fell down onto all fours. His muscles tensed, his form hidden by a snowbank, Atter would propel himself into the air with a single, titanic leap driven by rapidly-growing rage. His lithe form spinning and arcing in the air as he adjusted his form to send himself hurtling, bodily, into the very center of their little discussion.

Having literally yeeted himself into the fray Atter's furred ears caught only the smallest pieces of their conversation as he approached, even the words of these accomplices to what was now multiple traitors condensed down to, as far as Atter was concerned, a singular traitor. Only when the Adjuchas all seemed to stiffen, senses alert as Atter's body whistled through the air did his mouth rip open into a deafening roar of anger as there was a rather confused garbled of exclamations from the gathered Adjuchas. Generally these ranged anywhere from a surprised "What the fu....-!?" to more angered "The he.....-! " to simple exasperated grunts of anger in turn.

When Atter's form impacted the earth he struck it like a modern day cruise missile. A great rumbling from the force of his blow causing earth to cascade and be thrown up into the air like shrapnel on all sides. Atter's hunched form, now in a sizable crater, slowly uncurled itself as he wrenched his fist from the earth and looked around. His crimson eyes intense and his large tail swatting the air to dispel the dust from around him as he noted one of the smaller, weaker adjuchas like that of a squirrel had died from the blast of the impact. Four to go.

In the brief fallout of the dust settling Atter was still able to vaguely sniff out the other Adjuchas present, his form hunching low and prepared for combat, though he was far from a strategist. No instead Atter propelling himself on all fours straight for the serpentine Adjuchas. Their large, recovering frame was relatively unharmed from the impact Atter had made as his entrance and Atter was far too angry to really take a more civilized swing at the Adjuchas besides a snarling, feral swipe with his claws.

The Adjuchas, for it's credit, shed their skin out where Atter's claws were about to impact, and once Atter's claws were lodged into the dead skin and had nearly knocked the larger Hollow off their feet despite bracing, the Adjuchas delivered their own focused punch to Atter's entire torso with the size of their fist. Atter's Hierro would blaze a bright green for a moment, runes alighting his skin, before he was flung back through the air away from the Adjuchas. Atter was only just able to twist his form to be caught in a bear hug from behind by a shorter, but rather bulky, oxen Adjuchas who flexed his bulk around Atter with only a loud snarl from the Arrancar.

Atter's fangs would snap at the air, his much smaller frame slowly, but steadily, pushing the oxen Adjuchas away from his body before the ox, huffing in anger at being overpowered, dropped Atter all at once before grabbing his ankle and bodily swinging Atter overhead. Atter, reacting on instinct more than skill, swung his other leg down into the Adjuchas' wrist, breaking it in a blow even as he was slammed into the ground with enough force to bury him several feet deep. A pained, mooing howl would leave the ox Hollow before a blazing red Cero burrowed into the ground where Atter lay from an Adjuchas in the form of a centipede.

Atter's Hierro groaned under this assault, but held firm, and clawing his way out of the hole in the ground, pushing up and through the Cero, he would grab the centipede Adjuchas by the face before snarling in anger and swinging them into the body of the ox Adjuchas. Beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker before a running kick from the serpentine Adjuchas knocked the wind out of Atter and sent him flying back into the tree-line. His Hierro finally broke as his small form broke through several trees, leaving what was looking more and more like a warzone behind him as he was just barely able to use his momentum to roll onto his feet.

His toes and fingers grasping and clawing through the snow, piling up earth beneath him, Atter huffed and snarled as he came to a halt. He had not even noticed he had taken the Centipede Adjuchas's jaw with him, still clutched in a shaking fist, before he crushed the piece of their body and called out.

"You don't fucking think you've taken enough from me you assholes!? First you put me in the cave for fuck knows how long and NOW you want to eat me!?"

Atter did not wait for a response as the last of the four Adjuchas, in the form of a raven, returned to the group from a particularly deep pile of debris. The Adjuchas could still sense Atter, he would sure, since he could still smell them. But the trees would block their line of sight so that even as the centipede and ox opened fire blindly into the trees with their Cero no response came from Atter until they stopped. Atter's retort would be swift, loud and as bombastic as his entrance had been. An entire tree would find itself hurtling towards the Adjuchas like a spear out of the tree-line, soaring through the air with a horrible wail of rushing wind, and striking the oxen Adjuchas in the chest with such force it sheered their let arm from their body and sent them falling.

This had only just taken place before another tree came sailing out, then another, and another. Granted Atter was no accurate thrower really but even he, dull lightbulb in the crayon box as he was, knew enough sense to let his energy recover somewhat. The Adjuchas, for their worth, would begin to fan out away from where Atter was targeting with the trees and, with a nod, the raven Adjuchas was directed into the tree-line once the trees stopped being thrown.

From what Atter could tell from his new position the raven didn't seem to have traditional Pesquisa, as the other Adjuchas all moved roughly in his direction, while the raven focused their eyesight on specific areas of the forest, stopping to seemingly scan for him at times without a real solid sense of the direction Atter was at. Atter nodded and, being just a tiny bit clever, uprooted one of the trees once he had a good idea of where the raven Adjuchas would be going. Staying impressively still while hoisting an entire tree for a few seconds, Atter waited for the raven to turn his vision away before raising the tree up..... and bringing it crashing down into the back of the Adjuchas with a sickening *crunch* and a brief, gurgled squawk.

With now three to go Atter made it a point to smash the body of the raven with another sunder blow, breaking the entire tree in half with a blow meant to leave the Adjuchas as a pancake, he huffed just in time for the ox Adjuchas to charge into him. Bodily lifting Atter off his feet the ox would then throw Atter into a nearby hillside, breaking the earth and making Atter thankful he had given his Hierro moments to recover as it glowed a dull green. Far from full strength as he inhaled deeply, muscles tensing and energy flaring within him. He didn't have endless spiritual energy, far from it, but when it came to exerting himself if there was one thing he had gotten used to during his imprisonment.... that was it.

Inhaling sharply Atter rose to his feet, aching softly now from the earlier damage, he would snarl a fierce grin as the three remaining Adjuchas approached him. His voice snarling, cajoling as he spit into the snow.

"What's the matter? Afraid to fight me alone? Are ALL of you fucking cowards?"

The serpentine Adjuchas narrowed slitted eyes, the centipede Adjuchas, who's jaw was still basically missing, seemed worried while the oxen Adjuchas accepted this challenge gladly. Snorting and stomping their way towards Atter, intent to make up for their brief contest of strength, and Atter rolled his slim shoulder as he bared his fangs in a grin.

"There ya go, now we're fucking talking! If you all planned to fucking eat me you better earn it!"

The size difference was quite comical, as the Arrancar caught the Adjuchas's hands in his own, Atter's form crushing into the ground below him as the oxen Adjuchas attempted to simply smash the small Hollow. Atter was slightly superior to the ox in this regard, but there as something to be said for the leverage of greater height, and one of Atter's eyes winced shut as his arms shook. The chains he had, up until this point, done his best to forget about, rattling from their dangling position at his wrists. As Atter slowly, slowly, began to push the oxen Adjuchas's arms upwards the centipede began to tense to pounce by the oxen Adjuchas seemed to glare at their companion. One of the remaining trio having either enough honor or pride to want to contest Atter alone.

That did not change the fact the oxen Adjuchas did not seem to enjoy the idea of Atter winning as, the moment Atter's grasp on the Adjuchas's arms became more firm and controlling, their eyes bulged with rage and one of their arms snapped out to grasp the chains dangling from Atter's wrist and, using the chain for leverage, tore Atter from his feet and smashed him bodily into a nearby. Unfortunately for Atter this broke his barely-reformed Hierro once again and scarred his back horribly, ripping his flesh amid the gravel and compacted, cold dirt before he staggered back to his feet. His fangs set into a snarl as the oxen Adjuchas came charging out of the trees toward him and Atter, spitting up some blood, would snarl.

"Fuck you too..."

At this point Atter could tell he had grown a bit taller, the exertion of the confrontation making his body expand and strength increase, and though the oxen Adjuchas was far too focused on beating him to a pulp as the other two followed more calmly Atter noticed them scrutinizing how or why he had grown. With eyes burning with crimson fury Atter would snap the chains from his ankles, turning them into all but whips attached to his wrists, he would snort at the oxen Adjuchas.

"Ya know, I almost forgot I had these so..... if ya wanna see me use 'em....."

Atter would intercept the oxen Adjuchas's charge with a powerful, cracking SNAP of the chain like a whip into the side of their head. Not quite killing them in one blow but certainly turning what was once a raging charge into a drunken stagger before the other chain wrapped itself tightly around their throat, Atter's grin turning vicious as he heaved out a ragged snarl and pulled the chain forcefully enough to return the favor and fling the Adjuchas off their feet in Atter's direction. Atter was less merciful, however, and speared his free hand through the Adjuchas' compromised throat before flinging his carcass aside.

With that done Atter did not even have the time to get the blood off his arm before the centipede Adjuchas unleashed a barrage of Cero into him. But.... Atter was disappointed in that the centipede seemed much weaker than everyone else involved. Their Cero doing more damage to the ground and hillside, kicking up quite the dust-storm, from which one of those chains lashed out, coiled around the injured cenitpede, and jerked it bodily into the dust cloud for a Looney-Tunes-esque ass-beating.

With his back still recovering and breathing just a tiny bit more labored Atter would cough as he emerged from the dust cloud to confront the serpentine Adjuchas. His grin calmed down to something still pissed off, still feral, but now rather cocky as he spit on the ground.

"Alright big boss-man, just you and me now, gotta give it to ya letting me kill your boys. Dunno if you're one of those honorable types or just didn't really like 'em but... ehh.... to be honest I don't give a damn. You smell like the assholes who put me in the cave so I am going to ENJOY ripping you a new asshole."

The serpentine Adjuchas narrowed their eyes, baring their own fangs, and prepared themselves for combat. Atter's ears would twitch, swivel and his form would lower before the Adjuchas's first move took him completely off-guard..... as they spoke.

"I don't know you at all......"

This made Atter blink, shocked for a moment, before he serpentine Adjuchas let loose a burst of poisonous mist at Atter. Atter was still quite stunned so he coughed s he barely moved further up the hill, the edge of the poison cloud burning his eyes and sensitive nose. Making him retch and nearly lose his footing before a powerful blow came from the serpentine Adjuchas who had charged through his own poison without so much as a care or sniffle. That blow caught Atter in the side and blew off a small chunk of his side above his hip and he winced, staggering and, frankly, would have fallen over were it not for the Adjuchas gripping him by his throat and hoisting him bodily from the ground.

Atter's legs kicked for a moment, a choked snarl leaving them on instinct, while the Adjuchas slammed a duo of powerful blows into his gut as Atter's clawed hands swiped for their head. Blood dribbling from Atter's lips as the Adjuchas hissed in glee. Their hissing voice full of sadistic enjoyment.

"You are quite difficult to kill, wolf, you must have been a pain in life....."

Atter would let out a growl that caused the blood in their mouth to gurgle, their crimson eyes flaring with anger as they seethed and, whipping their arms around, brought the loose chains on their wrists around the snake, making them link together behind the serpent's back Atter would use the leverage to pull themselves closer and smash their forehead into the Adjuchas's throat. Earning an equally unintelligible gurgle from them before Atter spit a spray of blood into their face.

This lead to the Adjuchas dropping Atter, who coughed and sputtered for a moment, before their form expanded a bit more and possessed by a feral rage Atter would detach the chains from one wrist so that he could charge forward and slam a blow into the Adjuchas's torso. Throwing him bodily from their feet, crushing in their abdomen, and forcing the Adjuchas through the hill completely, to erupt out the other side in a spray of rubble as Atter pursued over the hilltop. Pouncing down onto the Adjuchas as he sneered.

"You callous.... stupid motherfuckers! You lock me away for fucking EVER and you don't even have the DECENCY to remember that you DID IT!?"

Atter's fist smashed into the masked face of the Adjuchas once... twice.... their fangs grit so hard they ached as blood dripped from his lips. The Adjuchas's body crushing into the ground more and more with each blow, their mask chipping and breaking as Atter continued to rage.

"You couldn't even be fucking ASKED to see if I actually passed your stupid fucking test!?!? To see if I had changed at ALL!?"

Another set of blows, five this time, delivered with enough rage and force to set the surrounding environment to breaking apart and shattering as Atter snarled. His rage so consuming that as the Adjuchas's mask shattered he didn't even notice as the Adjuchas was well since merely twitching in response.

"I KNOW I was a monster when I was alive! I KNOW I fucked up! But you damned me to an eternity of suffering for one life's stupid mistakes huh!? Who gave you the fucking right!?"

As Atter pounded the Adjuchas's face into pulp, to near death, it wasn't until his rage was spent that Atter came to realize he was not looking at the angry, judgmental people of his village that comprised the Adjuchas. No instead he was merely looking into the confused, angry but almost animalistic eyes of a creature that had no real idea of what he was talking about. Something alike and yet not a completely different person. This left Atter panting in.... disgust? More anger? He wasn't sure.

But in that moment he withdrew his bloodied, scarred hands and snarled, not at the Adjuchas but in confusion. His bushy, blood-matted tail smashing into the earth behind him as he shook his head.

"You.... fuck.... you really don't remember. You really are just some.... ahhh.....fuck."

Atter tilted his head back, staring up at the sky, his back bleeding an aching while his lungs began to hurt from the poison, and his side spurted blood in slowly healing contractions that made his breathing ragged. His vision just a little fuzzy as he staggered out of the small crater his blows had left himself and the Adjuchas inside of. His head beginning to shake as he waved a dismissive hand at the Adjuchas.

"Aghhh fuck this..... I am NOT.... going to be like you fuckers. In life or in death. I'm not some fucking animal who kills because I'm angry. Fuck that. Eat shit and die, not because I'm mad, but because you're a literal monster."

Atter would bring his chains crushing down on the Adjuchas's head, splattering the only arguably-alive Adjuchas's remains of their skill onto the rocks as he hissed a snarl out of his teeth and began to stagger off. He didn't really give a shit where he was going all he knew was that he was done with this dumb fucking village, and especially fucking chains and caves, and though he did vaguely begin to calm down and wonder what the world was like now he would let out a wry chuckle as he heaved a frustrated sigh.

"Damn.... this fucking "maturing" shit is a lot harder than I thought it would be....."

Runic Hierro: Not one accustomed to being damaged Atter's Hierro actively shines with runic symbols upon receiving damage and adapts to the type of damage last delivered to it. Becoming much more resilient to the damage type delivered. Each successive usage of the same type of damage increasing Atter's durability against that attack type by 10% up to a maximum of 40%. The color of the Hierro and rune displayed changes to display what it is reacting to when struck. Such as a Red glow with the ancient rune for 'Heat' if it is adapted to a Fire based attack or a silvery hue and a rune for 'Slash' when struck by a sword. The known runes for the Hierro are given below.

Physical

Slashing - Silver
Blunt Force - Green
Piercing Stabs - Black

Elemental

Fire - Red
Ice/Water - Blue
Lightning/Electricity - Yellow

It is important to note that should Atter be struck by an attack that satisfies more than one rune, such as a burning slash from a blade, he must consciously choose only one rune to use, and may have his Hierro enhanced by only one rune at a time.

Atter's Pesquisa is inherently intermingled with his sense of smell, allowing for him to fight very effectively even if blinded, and recognize the spiritual energy of other by pure scent alone.

As a carry-over of his Hollow heritage and his depressive attempts to end his own life, Atter's claws can produce a potent and specific kind of poison unique to Atter. Atter's poison, as it flows through the body of his foes, reacts in a volatile manner after a short amount of time, causing the blood to foam and froth within the veins, rupturing and damaging them even further. This poison is considered to be a strike scaled off Atter's Hollow Nucleus Skill in place of Strength that takes place two posts after it is injected into the victim.

Having been trapped for hundreds of years, and struggling wildly against his bindings in one form or another for most of it, Atter possesses a massive amount of stamina for comparative to others of his power level. If he pushes himself to his limit he can exhausted himself, but while operating at normal capacity it would be a wonder if any one fight left him without any stamina left.