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» Character Name: Kita Lirio
» Character Application: https://www.platinumhearts.net/t24189-spirit-class-7-hazard-d-kita-lirio
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- Current History:
- Even in the earliest days of their emergence in a territory within Hueco Mundo, the wrath of the vengeful tiger was known to all who dwelled there. They did not kill simply to eat; if one met their ire, they would be torn to shreds, kept alive as long as possible so their suffering would last into their final thoughts, their agony a further warning to any who even considered tricking or messing with her. Unusually more bestial in mind, they still had remnants of humanity and intellect intact, merely clouded by a terrible rage.
Often keeping to themselves, hunting alone and overall feeling satisfaction in the lack of attempts on their life or prey. The beast had a strange sense of longing fill them before long, finding themselves watching the more amicable groups from afar with a wistful gaze, often being discovered and resulting in them fleeing in fear. Led by some kind of caretaking instinct, they forcefully dragged weaker, more simple hollows back to their den, pathetic things that couldn’t survive on their own, tossing them shares of their catches and eventually assembling a small stable group for themselves to take care of.
This small, strange arrangement brought some form of content feeling to the beast, protecting these weaker things becoming the center of their life, until their den was discovered and emptied, them coming back with a kill only to find blood and traces of a struggle left. Rage billowed, as they would go on to hunt down every member of those responsible for the killing of their precious things.
When the other end of the red mist was reached, the hollow would abandon their birth territory, roaming the sands alone for several years, moving away as far as possible in what could only be described as a state of grief and anger. They would only cease her travels when an unusual sight caught their eye - humanoid hollows bearing blades, unlike anything they had previously seen. The tiger immediately put the anomalies to the test, taking them as a simple kill, stalking the group before mounting an attack.
Though they fought viciously and hard, they would be downed, at the mercy of those they considered easy prey.
Amongst the sands, a lonely form of strength marched - a fearsome predator that would crush any who dare oppose her with raw strength alone. Though animalistic in mind, her power was sizable and calculated, capable of taking on even the largest prey to maintain her current form. All who sought to consume the tigress would be met with her fury… Until three little ones came into her life. Even the desolate sands of Hueco Mundo appeared capable of producing solace, no matter how little it was. The pained, angry heart of the Adjuchas was soothed only by the minding of her offspring.
Though their appearance was questionable, their role and relation to her was all too obvious. It gave the beast a purpose; hunted for them, played with them, slept with them, and survived the horrid wastes with them by her side. But this little light of joy in a dry hell would not last forever.
The first one perished, having fallen off her back as they were traversing a mountain range. It’s tiny weak body could not have survived the fall, and she had two others that couldn’t be risked. The beast mourned.
But the last two… A band of Adjuchas had raided her den while she was hunted, a calculated attack on an enemy they were sick of dealing with. She returned to the corpses of her children and blood painted on the walls. Something within what little mind the Adjuchas was capable of snapped, violence consumed her, the red mist dissipating only when her heaving, wounded body was over her final opponent.
Something changed in the Hollow, something twisted, perhaps broke. That comfort was gone, those little things to fight for were no longer in the picture. She… Was alone. Staying alone for a considerable time, she would come to crave the need to protect once more, especially with the witnessing of far more amicable groups of Hollows collaborating. Dragging weaker, more helpless hollow into her thrall, she would soon form a little community of whelps who needed her, relied on her.
Until that same tragedy struck once more. Emptied den, taunts and threats, only to end in the beast all alone again, with no purpose. She would leave this territory, wandering the sands aimlessly and purposeless, a sort of grief or anger having overwhelmed all else. It was until she witnessed strange, human-like hollows - something she had never witnessed. A threat, they were a threat she had to dispose of.
She stalked, she crept, she lunged for one of the anomalies, fighting as hard as the powerful beast could, but… She was defeated by those she would have thought to have been simple prey.
And then she was taken.
» Supporting Material:
Decided to rewrite a portion of her history so that a part of her character that I feel I haven't represented clearly could be better communicated.
Yes shes a milf. She's always been a milf. Oops my freakin' bad.
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