Name: Arashi Rain
Age: roughly 200, exact age is unknown, looks 18.
Gender: Female
Appearance:
https://s668.photobucket.com/albums/vv42/aliXXchan/?action=view¤t=Rain-1.jpgHair: Dark Pink
Eyes: Ice Blue
Height: 5'6"
(sorry about slight miscolouring, scanners do that y'know ^^)
Personality: Rain is unusually happy most of the time and almost always has a smile on her face. When she gets annoyed she’ll be direct about it. Rain likes to wander and loves crowds; she enjoys anyone’s company and can make friends rather easily. She does like to fight but has a tendency of not taking the fight seriously and jokes around too much and most of the time ends up getting hurt. She speaks with honorifics unless told not to. She thinks it’s funny to play pranks on the other Arrancar, so she’s a bit immature in that sense but her mind is sophisticated and logical. She forgets things a lot and has to be constantly reminded of what she’s supposed to be doing. She also gets easily bored, so then she needs some sort of entertainment to fill the time, which usually leads to the pranks. She can get somewhat loud when she gets excited or bored. She swears a lot out of habit, and she’s excellent at finding and tracking spiritual pressure signatures, making her an exquisite meassanger.
History: A dull pounding... Repeating over and over again... The simple sound of the rain. Her first memory, waking into a silent storm, The only noise she can hear is the simple pitter patter of the raindrops splashing into the saturated earth, The same earth whose wetness is soaking against her back. She looks down and sees a chain sprouting out of her chest, and a dark monster, The rain fragmenting off of its skin as it pours down on it, The last image she sees before she is consumed by the thing that killed her.
As she floats through the darkness her only consolation is the sound of that last rain, the drops splashing into the wet earth. As she floats she can’t help but become one with the darkness, But she always retains that love of the rain, Even as she takes over the darkness that is a menos. For the first few days she’s in control of the beast she feels like she’s wearing someone elses skin but she loves her newfound freedom. The skin slowly molds to her as the mask changes.
She grows in power, Even as a menos grande she is unusual, her mask is her own the entire way through instead of the standard garb of the Gillian. She becomes an adjuchas quickly, And this is the stage she stays in for the longest, For she fed rarely, Just often enough to not revert to a menos grande.
She mostly just listened to the rain, Enjoying the gentle sound of it, The feel of it against the skin that is now hers. .. .But soon she becomes discontent. . Her face begins to itch, And she can’t scratch it because of something hard over it. . She is able to ignore it mostly but soon she cannot and she rips the mask away, And she screams with pain as she passes out from it.
She wakes up soon later, And she feels... human again. She feels all over her body, Feels the humanness... but on her hands. .Her knuckles are hard. She looks at them and a bone like white substance covers them. A single drop of rain falls on one of her knuckles and she looks up as the rain begins to fall, Covering her... She enjoys the cool sensation.
She wanders through the plains, Until she is found by a girl. This is the first person she has seen in forever, And her mouth is. . .It has the same bony substance over it. The moment she focuses on the girls eyes she hears her thoughts and she suddenly falls backwards, severing the connection as she falls to the ground. The girl helps her up, and the connection is reestablished. Expecting it somewhat this time. This way they are introduced. She introduces herself as rain, For this is her favorite thing.
Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:47 pm by 
