Alita Dorota

Posts : 7 Points : 13 Join date : 2010-02-09 Age : 34

Name:
Alita Dorota.

Rank:
Espada.

Age:
She is sitting at a good age of Three Hundred and Fifteen. But Appears to be Twenty Two Years Old.

Gender:
Female.

Personality:

The Beauty :&The Harlet:
Alita is very complex and unique. Her behavior co-operates with her mood, how she is that day. Alita is best described as a deadly, gorgeous woman with raw talent. She is also known to be sly, and deceiving, but at the same time shy and kind. She is quick witted and very intelligent, and also keen. Alita can be very evil when she's angry and become aggressive and dominate. Her evil side is usually triggered by hatred, emotions, and enemies. Alita can be kind as well, she is usually, on a normal basis, a sweetheart, kind, generous and very bubbly. Though in both states she's very manipulative. She is strong willed and seductive, and it all works for her in the end. Alita is a complex individual whom only wants one thing. Love

Alita is two different people when it comes to her as an arrancar and her in her ressurecion state. Originally Alita is a sweetheart, but when she changes into her Geisha self, she becomes a new woman. Alita become a seductress and nothing more then a manipulative, two faced person. She plays the role of a sexy woman whom hides her deepest desires from the world. As a geisha mean to look beautiful and act poliete and kind, but behind the white pales make-up lies a seductive mistress awaiting to be set free, like a butterfly inside a plastic container. Alita acts quick-witted and on her feet when she's in this state, mostly due to the fact she's willing to take risks while in ressureccion. Alita has no regrets to this side, as she become a mass murderer willing to do anything to profil her hearts content. She becomes the evil monster she feared to become. Alita refers to keep her second self hidden away from the human eyes. But alas, she ouldn't defeat it, her second personality les within her thoughts, her mind, and the self concious mind, as it hides behind her, follows her, walks with her in spirit. There is no escape from it, as if it was her shoulder devil.

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Appearance:
Height:
Alita is quite the tall woman, She currently stands the height of 5'11" and a half.

Weight:
Alita is a peitie woman. She weighs in at 140lbs and allows it to shape her body into a sleek, curvatious figure.

Hollow Mask Piece:
Her hollow mask piece is like a center piece in her laced bow upon her head.

Hollow Hole:
Her hollow hole is located on her sides, hidden underneath the uniform. The hole is average sized and more so looks like she got cut through her sides.

Outift:
Alita keeps her style cute and different. Unlike most Arrancar she perfers a Lolita style with the corasponding colours (Black trim and white lace). Along her waist lies a corset that pulls the outfit together. Her corset is laced lightly and sits upon her body perfectly.

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Specialties:
N/A

History:

It was a mistake... Honestly

Alita was born into a traditional Japanese family. She was raised with the proper beliefs, tradtions and manners. Growing up her mother taught her how to be a 'respectable' lady. She taught her all the nessesities to be a mother and house wife. Her life at home was cut short when her mother passed her onto a new life, The life of a geisha. Alita was brought to Okiya (Geisha House) at a very young age and began her life as a prim and proper girl.
Alita began her training day by day listening to lectures on how to treat a man and how to entertain. Growing up only became more difficult with a strict rule in a place where she knew no one. When she became of proper age, she began a certain training as a maiko(Dance girl/ Apprentice). The young woman personally began to hate this life style. Even though this opportunity was an honor to have she always dispised the way it worked. She began to gain a small rep as a 'dumb girl' or a 'disrepectful child' and was always punished for her bad acts. Most of her time was spent trying to think of ways out of this place so she could run home but.. As the saying went, Once a Geisha, Always a Geisha.

Seeing the ways of an unwanted life

The day came when she now began to work with a more experianced member of this society. Alita was granted the honor to have a onee-san ("older sister": an older geisha acting as her mentor). She began to see what the real life of a geisha was like. She was forced to dress up pretty, but not prettier then the Onee-san, and was forced to follow them, listen to them and learn the ways of her new life style. Day by day she saw, watched, observed and witnessed the actions and reactions outside the Okiya. She was forced to attend parties and gatherings that her onee-sama went to. This stage of her life seemed to last forever.

Shaping up to perfection

The young woman began to age and blossem into a perfect image. With a face dolled up to look ideal and with a figure fit to look appealing to the public eyes she turned into the person she always dispised. She reached her prime where she was no longer called a Maiko, but now promoted to a full geisha. With the desired knowledge she was now ready to start her task at hand. She was to attend gatherings and parties like most of her sisters would and was there to serve one purpose; to entertain the richer men. With her flirtatious ways she would make these men feel like they were the most important person in the room, no matter who it was. With a solemn glance she could melt a mans heart. Alita was a monster in her own mind.

There is always and end.. And sometimes it isn't pretty

With the Geisha at her prime, she was ready to attend a 'special' ceramony with a client whom paid more then his fair share. It was time for Alita to fully become a woman. The nervous woman paced in the room she was brought to, standing in a special Kimono, rethinking her life over. She wasn't ready to let some strange man come in and sweep her off her feet and show her a new meaning to her life...
The pocket door slide open as a man entered the room, staring her blank in the face. This man was rather young but still only had one intention. She took a step closer to the man before she turned away, wandering over to the near by window. The life she was raised up to live was crumbling before her. The woman broke into tears, allowing her soul to crush into dust... But alas, the man in the room wanted what he had paid for. Resistances was futile in this case but the woman faught back, wishing to never give into this mans needs before she was pushed out the window where she fell to her death. There laid a beautiful woman, with her doll like face growing brighter in colour, becoming tainted with a ruby red liquid that forever drowned her in her own sorrows. Life was no longer an option for the woman.

A second chance to regain hope

Her soul wandered the earth for quite a number of years... Forever seeking the truth of her exisitants. She went into a bit fo a depression when her spirit wandered the ground of Japan. She traveled for days, searching for a new hope and meaning. She wasn't at rest nor would it ever come to ease. She wandered upon the small town of Karakura before finally coming to fate itself;She met death itself. A massive creature began to hunt in search for food and stumbled upon her solemn soul. The creature licked its lips before it began to chase its prey, only wanting to devour it for the sake of its enjoyment. With a quick snap, this plant like hollow grapsed her and swallowed her whole, leaving her no choice but to meet the dark world of Hueco Mundo, only to begin a new life as a blood thirsty creature herself.

Alita woke up looking exactly like the creature that devoured her whole, with a rose mask covering her hidious face. Her personality morphed into a keen and devious one, seeking food most of the time. She gained quite an appitite for other hollows, even souls if she was lucky. Her life took a turn for the worse for quite a number of years before she had enough.
One day this hidious Hollow stumbled upon the town that brought off a weird vibe to her. She began to just wander the place,seeking a new prey to much upon. Her eyes looked up around the small town only to stumble on a few female figures that appeared to look like dolls.An odd feeling rose in the creatures body, almost like a warm and unusual sensation.. Like a burn dwelling in the pit of its enlargened stomach. The creature furrowed it brows, going into a deep thought; like Dejavu. The creature just snorted and shook its head, seeing that the two women weren't exactly dead and ripe for the picking before it began to wander off. The day grew short as night began to fall upon the small place, allowing the streets to become empty and quiet. The sound of breathing echoed the streets as this creature sluggishly moved along the path, still searching for its food. A small voice began to fill the creatures ears with delight as it now heard the new meals cry for help. She pushed herself into high gear and followed the waves of this soothing voice, almost like it was being lured. Once this creature met this figure of the young woman, whom appeared to be twelve, it licked its lips, almost like it re-enacted its own death.The young girl screamed as she ran off, only to have the hollow quickly follow behind, feeling the need to feed. The chase was short as the street came to a dead end, leaving to woman terrified in a corner. The shadow of the beast crept over the scared woman, almost like it was ready to eat it before it stopped, looking into the eyes of the woman. She blinked a moment as the woman cringing in the corner appeared to look like herself, like she did in her living life. At first the creature shook it off but then stopped once more before it began to back up a bit. She began to remember her life.... as if she was the creature that ate her back all those years ago. With a swift motion, her plant like limbs grasped her rose like mask and tore it off, whailing like a banshee in pain as it began to burst into black dust, disolving into the night.

That night... Triggered a small thought that began to grow within her mind. She saw herself infront of her, as if she looked into a mirror relfecting her past. Resisitng to allow this young woman to recieve the same fate, she took action and tore her mask off, as if she tore her face away, to end her own pain.Her dust dissolved into the night but allowed her to wake up in a new form.

The white crestent moon glowed off her new human like form, allowing her to wake up like the person she really was. She stumbled to her feet and placed a hand upon her head, feeling the strands of her brunette hair once more. She looked at herself, wondering if all those years was just a big dream... Her location was rather different though. She didn't wake up in a small house in Japan, Instead she woke up before a large castle like structure surrounded by pure white sand. In the sand laid a blade resting in a case, covered in a gorgeous flower design. She wandered over and grasped the object in her delicate hands, taking in the sensation that wandered her body, as if it became a part of her. A gift given to her, allowing a new chance to maybe change the future...

Innate Ability:
Alita has a more plant based ability that shines through when she is in her Resurrección

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Sample Chapter:

Bleach white...
Tiny grains....
Of agony...

This is life beyond the colourful world. The first thing I wake up to is a dirty window that allows me to only see in black and white, and nothing more. I don't even think I remember what the colour yellow looks like anymore... some bright and illuminating tint that could be seen from miles and yet, this place is full of sorrow and depressing shades. Miles around, I see nothing but a vast distance... Like I'm looking into a tunnel. You'd assume a living space would be more vibrant and relaxing and yet it's like a lifeless and boring area... No drop of water for miles and no sight of another living thing for decades. I've been alone for quite a number of years, just wondering if there is any purpose to this land. I've been searching for its real meaning and its real purpose and it has still yet to be found.

Light winds began to stroll over the surface of the darkened world, the sand blowing beneath its motions; almost like it was trying to keep up with its pace.

And yet I stand here with no purpose to my exsistance...

A solemn figure stood on the pure, sandy surface of the land; Her eyes gazing around her before focusing forward. There are days you hear a noise and hope for a face to smile at... Her left foot rose up and motioned forward, the first step of the day that began her feminine stride. The grains became pressure under her foot, making a small and faint crunch noise that echoed in her mind. With an emotionless face she placed her right foot forward, the same sound creeping into her senses once more, causing her to lightly close her eyes. The faint noises of someone running forward with open arms to bring you into an embrace... The feminine figure began to make haste, rushing forward in hopes her thoughts would come to reality. She lightly brought her arms outward, allowing the tips of her fingers and her palm to face to direction of the wind, only to begin to trace them along its cold and light curtain texture. Just to feel the warmth of someone else, just to feel the pressure of wrapped arms around your own physic.... The woman continued to run forward, allowing that once emotionless face to morph slightly. A sincere, sweet smile began to sprawl from her velvet soft lips, expressing a warm feeling the began to rush through her frame.

But then, you realize that..

You're just standing there alone, Like an Idiot.

The woman ceased in her tacks, the sensation beginning to slowly die inside her. Her eyes lightly opened once more, taking in the same old scenery from a moment ago; no matter how far she ran. You stand here, facing the fact that you will never see another... That your so called dreams just shattered at your own two feet.. Her head slowly hung dejectedly before her hands lightly dropped from her sides, allowing the tingling sensation she once felt in her fingertips begin to stop. She brought her right hand to trail up her delicate face, trailing the length of it and feeling every inch of her soft, ivory pale skin until it met the line of her chestnut brown hair. Slowly her fingertips pressed lightly on the hair line and sprawled slightly, beginning to slowly creep into its thick strands, pushing it slowly back off her face. Her bister coloured eyes once more rose from looking at the glowing white sand beneath her to only gaze at more in the distance. I stand here like an emotional wreck, seeking for nothing, looking for hope that will never come around.. Her Lolita styled dress began to sway in the winds gesture, drifting the puff of her skirt to the left slightly before her hair soon followed; the strands beginning to twine and dance in its motion. Her smile faded, turning from idiotic and dumb founded to nothing, like she came to a realization. And to think, My past could of caught up to me but I still search for something; just that one thing.... She began to slowly fall to her knees, beginning to break down inside. The hand that once rested in her hair quickly left its hold to only be placed against the sands surface, pressing into it with a bit of weight; her right hand soon to follow in the same way. She leaned over a bit, causing her hands to fall deeper into the sand, the grains slowly covering the top of her gorgeous hands. She grew an intense look, like she was holding back tears, before those hands began to clutch, grasping the gains within their hold before raising them out of the texture as tossing it aside. She began to dig for something. I can feel something beneath me... Something human and alive!. She continued to dig and toss about the sand, creating small piles beside her before she stopped. She had stumbled upon something, something rough and hard but smooth and thick. With ease her fingers coiled around the cylinder like object; once held in her fist she yanked it out of the sand, only to hear a loud swoosh that took over the silence of the area around her. A small screech was heard from the object before her eyes looked on the thing she had just retrieved from the sand, blood slowly beginning to trail down the length of her ivory pale arm. In her hand she held a massive bone; with blood, tendons and flesh still fresh on it. Someones meal still dying in the sand.. She felt her eyes widen before she dropped the bone, looking on her arm at the luscious, ruby red colour the draped down her arm; she grew terrified. My purity is soiled.....I look like a murderous feign in someone else's eyes.

Someone
Is bound
To come by...

She quickly pushed the bone back into the hold she dug and buried it, covering it with as much sand as possible, leaving nothing but blood drops over it's location. She quickly rose to her feet. dusting herself off with both hands; leaving the evidence clear on her skin and dress. Someone will come to the smell of blood... And thus... I will leave myself as a target for someone to hunt..

Posts : 146 Points : 89 Join date : 2009-02-20

Approved, Ask Hiruma to make you an Espada.

Posts : 7 Points : 13 Join date : 2010-02-09 Age : 34

[[ Dumb question, How would I go about that? Like PM or is there a thread made for it? ]]

Subject: Re: Alita Dorota Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:32 pm

A dumb question indeed. You can inform him a lot of ways PM, Cb, even post an OOC at a topic or IM him if you got his msn. I think there is a thread for it too.