Name: Aprisa
Race: Arrancar
Age: 10 + 257 = 267. Just that he looks 20, alright? >____>
Gender: Male
Appearance: - Spoiler:
The mask is over his left eye. The hollow hole is on his stomach.
Personality: Despite his initial introduction as a lethal foe, Aprisa later begins to play the role of the comical anti-hero: though still self-centered and violent, his actions tend to be for the best and his relationship with his people and others is always portrayed comically. This comical shift is primarily centered around his appearances. He is usually depicted as having a very poor sense of direction, asking other people for random places, most people would just point in a random direction.
Aprisa lives for battle and enjoys a good fight more than anything, otherwise, Aprisa would be bored out of his mind without a good battle with anyone... Just anyone. He also claims that injury and death are nothing but the price one pays for a good fight.
Though he literally lives for battle, Aprisa has shown human emotion and caring for two things: his pride and his name, which he gave himself.
At times it seems Aprisa contradicts his own logic, as he on one hand wishes for ever increasing personal power, yet on the other restricts his might. Irrational to a certain extent, Aprisa could be one of the most complex characters amongst his kind, as he exhibits a wide range of traits; lackadaisical abandon, reckless blood lust, peculiar sentiments of affection toward his subordinates.
History: Life
Aprisa was known, to some extent, as a horrible man. A killer on the run. It all started out as family issues, then it turned out to destroy the trust the family had, Aprisa had ran away, his parents had got a divorce and left eachother for good. It had gotten to the point when Aprisa's mother and father went to another country just incase they accidentally bump into eachother on the streets living in the same area. All their care was put into not seeing eachother, Aprisa... Aprisa was left out, a loner, no friends. Well, he did have friends at school but then everyone knew and he ran, Aprisa ran out to the wild. The blood lust personality kicked in when he needed food, this was when he was 10, a young kid out in the wild. In danger to wild creatures hungry for some 'little-boy-meat'. Aprisa knew how to kill stuff, it was the same as killing a person, just a few stabs and one is dead. Aprisa was a kid to look after his own body in the best way possible, as in sleeping right, eating right and all that 'healthy-stuff'. Aprisa travelled a long way, he didn't know where he was going, but then, fortunately there was a farm, a farm full of meat! Vegetables! and a farm nearby full of fruit! It was like... A feast! Too bad Aprisa didn't know how to cook much, only knowing how to make stuff taste the right way. All sad, just sad, no exploding falvours in his mouth, none of that. He was in the wild now, he knew how to make fire, he knew how to kill, now he wasn't going to waste time just staring at his food, he was going to take it and eat it!
It was the night, lone wolves were heard calling out, Aprisa was hungry, so hungry he had 2 stomach aches and did some big business all over the grass. Now away from that sight and smell, Aprisa tiptoed across the road and climbed over the fence, these days, electric fences weren't installed. It was easy. Aprisa walked over to the chiken place, where there were lots and lots of eggs, and... Chickens! Chicken meat was about the only thing Aprisa would've ate as meat, but he knew he needed to eat more different meats. So... He had a knife, got it out and STAB STAB STAB! Three chickens had been stabbed in about 10 seconds, blood everywhere, it was then Aprisa started to make fun out of killing, that was his new personality, a 'kill-for-fun-guy'. The dead chickens were taken, the eggs they laid were taken, it was going to be an enjoyed breakfast. Next was his large meats, the harder ones. Cows were all there, just grazing on the fresh green grass. Aprisa had stolen a bucket, a big bucket enough to hold the three hickens and an old plastic bag to hold the eggs. They were put aside safe and sound, just getting them after he had got the beef.
"AHH!" Aprisa had tried to shout, just knowing there was a farmer and whispered it. He charged at the cow, the knife in his hand... STAB! A hard stab to the cows ribs and then another stab the the stomach, few slashes to the body and Aprisa was covered in blood, cow's blood. Aprisa didn't care about the blood, only cared about what he got out of it. The cow was dead, he received his dinner or lunch.
It was the next day, after his night of fun. His food and himself was all the way back into the woods. HE found a large rock, carried it and taken it back to his food. He made a fire, got lots and lots of rocks that could hold the rock over the fire. He was waiting for it to become hot enough to cook the meat and the eggs. Now, it was the best breakfast he had ever made himself, chicken and eggs... Too bad there wasn't anything to drink.
It was night time again, Aprisa didn't bother going back to the farm again, he stayed where he was, a running fire and meat there... Just perfect for his death to come by wolves. Yes, there were wolves were Aprisa was.
Now blah blah blah he was eaten by wolves.
Hollow
Now as a hollow, Aprisa could go anywhere, do anything. Just not the things that would cross the boundaries. It was mainly Karakura, a great place to feast on souls, especially the kids... Oh how lovely to see them squirm and try to escape, it was futile! They knew their chances of staying alive as a soul was dropping as they all ran away from Aprisa, so they stopped and just let hungry Aprisa take them into the stomach of the hollow.
It was only a while, well... 200 years till Aprisa had become a menos. A mindless beast, a beast of destruction. He was in the forest of Menos, like anyother. Doing the same thing, the same kills, what a bore. But then... 20 years later, almost feeling like nothing to the poor menos was up... Being abit more greedy and having the reckless bloodlust, he had eaten more, killed more. It was just so he evolved into that of a... Whatever they were called. Now he could speak, communicate with others, kill with others, then kill them. He had to keep it up if he wanted to gain the worthyness of becoming an Arrancar... Which he did, just not very long after he became a whatever-you-call-it.
Innate Ability: Super Human. 'nough said!
RP sample: (Please post a sample here if you wish to be in Espada, Otherwise leave this out)
Thu Dec 10, 2015 8:47 pm by 
