Name: Nimué LeBlanc.
Age: 19 + 232 | 251.
Gender: Female.
Appearance: Nimué stands at roughly five foot seven, and is of a medium build. Being the perfect weight for her height and age, it can be said that she does have a 'healthy' glow to her, from many days in the sun she has developed a natural tan. Although her body has no visable muscles, she posseses monsterous strength. To the left of her stomach is the location of her Hollow Hole. From the top of her head falls silver colored hair, slightly streaked with white. Her hair rests at just below her shoulder, chopped and styled to frame her face almost perfectly. Tyed in her hair is three extensions; two nearer the back and one at the front. The two at the back are a black, slightly shorter than the one at the front. Yet, the one at the front is a silver to blend in with the rest of her hair. As for the features on her face, they are quite exotic, but yet, nothing out of the ordinary. At the left side of her eye is the remains of her mask, broken and running along her jaw-line. On her right cheek is a painted plus sign, although it isn't huge in size it is noticable. On a day-to-day basis, she will wear a black tube top, covered up by a white short-sleeved jacket. Her jacket has black trimmings on each side of the zipper, and also along the bottom. On the back of her jacket, roughly around the shoulder area in black is a small stitched cross. A white skirt, trimmed exactly the way as the jacket is her main lower torso item. Underneath that skirt is black leggings, met up with a pair of white boots, trimmed with black.
Personality: Nimué is a unpredictable woman, her temper can change in a flash like a ravishing storm. One minute she can be giddy and so happy its scary and the next she can throw a huge hissy fit and be as mean as a snake. In all honesty, she doesn't care what someone is thinking, and really, doesn't want to know. The more appropriate term to describe her would be, "Bitch". Saying this, Nimué doesn't tend to speak that much, unless she feels the need to. Usually in crowds, Nimué won't have a word in any conversation. The big flaw about her is that she has a temper. A big temper. Depending on how someone acts, or talks, provokes anger out of her. When she loses it, she loses it. Even someone who hasn't irritated her will feel her wrath, and it isn't that nice. During these times she'll turn on anyone depending on how she feels. To say, Nimué is very strong and strong willed, she'll do what she wants when she wants. It might take time for someone to earn her trust, but once she grows close, cherish it, because, she will go beyond all limits to protect those dearest to her. She can be very gentle, and a sweet heart at some points in time. Basicly, she isn't what she makes herself out to be at first.
History: Alone from birth, alone at death; as most would say. From the very start, she had no family. Her father had previously left, and her mother died during the birth. Nimué was born a weak child, and even seeing her first birthday seemed like an impossible task. The only reason she survived to begin with was because of a woman, a fairly young woman, and really, she wouldn't be able to cope with another mouth to feed around the house. It was a hard time for them. But, they managed to pull through and barely. To say, life was a struggle, and the woman did everything she could to make sure Nimué had a well-off life. Being enrolled in school was the toughest part. Times were quite grim back then. With high expectations from her 'family' she got in.
Life progressed, very slowly. It was still as tough as ever, but with determination, she got past it all. Everything and everyone around her was annoying. Really, her view on life changed soon after a small spat with her foster mother. Alright, she had no friends, and that was what the whole arguement was about. That just put so much more pressure onto her. Without a second thought she dropped out, really, giving up on herself. Now her mother didn't even want her in her house. Kicking her out onto the streets, Nimué was forced to take on life by herself. Soon after she was booted out, a man took her in. Yet, he didn't have fatherly intentions. At first he led her to believe that he was nice, actually caring about her health and safety. And once she had placed her trust in him, he took her life.
Death, it didn't really have that big effect on her. A lost soul in the horrible place she called home. Left alone, and forgotten, her soul rotted away. Taking the form of a dreaded Hollow. In desperation of meal, she turned on one of those weakest to her, devouring them completely. The urges wouldn't stop. Meal after meal, she just couldn't stop the monster she had become. Then from her Hollow form she evolved, each new form becoming more and more human, untill she was nearly human. It was clear she would never be a human again, and she had grown to accept that. This was now another stage in her dreaded, pain filled life. The Arrancar life.
Innate Ability: Adding Later.
RP sample: ---
Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:47 pm by 
