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Post by sked on Jul 23, 2016 18:23:38 GMT
| | Brother Nero | | "This is a terrible idea, but I love it" | Nero || male || hetero || Adjuchas
eighteen || eighteen || 235 |
APPEARANCE
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PERSONALITY
Nero is a very cautious person and likes to think things through before acting, and as a result, gets lost in his thoughts and dreams quite often, taking himself to different points and times and space through his imagination.
He is more level-headed when around his allies, but often demonstrates a wild imagination and has a habit of exaggerating the end result of minor things and conflicts. He lacks a proper respect for strangers, going as far as to nonchalantly bombard them with questions or if bored stare at them blankly. He likes those who stand by their word, even if they are the enemy, as telling the truth is more important than coddling the feelings of others.
Nero is a theorist at heart, thinking of ways to solve conflict as soon as he can. He can be very resourceful even under pressure, using whatever is around him to his advantage.
HISTORY
Nero's most potent memory is being one of hundreds of souls being pressurized and condensed for what seemed like an eternity. He could remember being smothered by the other souls, drowned in them, being crushed, all he could do was cry out. It wasn’t like he could stop it, he was powerless in the sea of essences. What had happened to him? One day he watched as his beloved jammed a knife into his stomach, the next he awoke in this hell. He and the other souls shared a yearning to live freely again, to roman the world again, but this was not the case. He unlike the others kept his mind at ease despite the torment, he had known some how there was no way out of it, but his mind kept hope well alive. The souls were growing rampant with pain, and anguish begging to be free, begging for peace but they would get none, no this was standard procedure in the bounding of a gilian. While the others screamed on he wanted to piece together his memory, how did he get here? Why was he here? What did he do to deserve this? And the same thought played out each time, his formerly beloved stabbing him to death after he had arrived home, accusations of him being unfaithful and before he knew it he was lying on the cold wood floor of their home, blood leaving a cold corpse. If only he could have seen her again, no he wouldn’t explain himself, instead he would take his grim revenge.
The cries had become weaker with the passing time, Nero hadn’t known how long the were stuck like this, he had no clue if it was light or dark, he was trapped and accepted his fate whatever it be. Until the day he had seen it, the sun? A merciful god to end this torment? It didn’t matter, he felt himself burst with strength and he pulled himself away from the other souls, roar leaving his mouth, unlike any scream. He dragged himself upward, his new found strength fueled by desperation and anger. He ruptured those below him and out he came, shattering the gilian’s mask, a mask of his own taking its place. He could finally see, he could finally eat, and with that whoever was around him would suffer his hunger. He was himself, or at least what he thought was himself.
In his Adjuchas form, Nero took to the sands of Hueco Mundo alone. Charging any and everything he saw with the upmost prejudice, the taste of flesh had become his everything, oh what he wouldn’t do for another meal. He would pounce on and tear apart hollows, stalk and devour gilians, and feed until his mouth was brimmed with blood and what he had grown to call ‘food’. His fellow Adjuchas were out of luck, gaining no mercy, rather they were wounded or fleeing, it didn’t matter, his teeth tearing into them was all he desired of their existence. He had enjoyed roaming this open world, though at the time primal instinct blocked any ‘wonder’ he might have had about it. This wasn’t about survival, this was about the strong mauling the weak, and is inner sadist rallied with pride at every chance to expose a Adjuchas or hollow. Until one day, his drive to feed, had torn him to remove his mask, he felt as if it was getting in his way and with a forceful yank he tore it clean off smashing it in his hands. This was the birth, of Brother Nero.
Taking on the form of an Arrancar, Nero had no clue what to do. Where did he go? Did he find a home? Did he keep feeding? The taste of hollow flesh was the same for the most part. He would take to speaking to any competent hollow he came across to figure out what to do, but alas his search was fruitless. He had his body back, or at least it felt like his body all of the pieces were there… Excluding the hole in his chest. Did his former lover go through the same process? No, impossible, she had to still be alive right? Speaking of love, what was he gonna do now? Yeah he was a… Well he didn’t quite understand what he was. He had come across an Arrancar but she seemed busy beating up on other hollows, so he left her be of course. He wasn’t in his state of blood lust anymore, he only wanted to find out what was going on.
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