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Join Date : 2014-02-15
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PostSubject: Butler & Maid Simetria   Sat Feb 15, 2014 3:30 am

~~~Arrancar~~~

Name: Simetria Anamist

Alias: Butler

Age: 4,500 yrs

Visual Age: 24yrs

Gender: Male

Reiatsu Color: Crimson red with a violet center

Hollow Hole Location: Right palm

Affiliation: Espada

Rank: Primera
Aspect of Death: Freedom

--------------------Persona--------------------



Appearance:
Anamist dresses unlike most others; while they may dress for comfort and fashion- he wears clothing on sentimental value to him. Most namely he wears a full butler suit, a multiple-pieced black suit with silver buttons, white gloves and a red tie, along with a crimson handkerchief in his left breast pocket with an iridescent purple flower nestled comfortable within.

Strangely enough, his crimson attire adorning his clothes(such as the handkerchief) match his hair near perfectly. His hair is an usual red color, it isn’t bright in daylight or too dark at night; it remains the same tone throughout any environment, a deep rich crimson with such luster that most women are jealous of how well he keeps his hair. His white gloves are soft and silky, they are fitting to his hands but are not tight or uncomfortable: they slide off easily but only when he desires them off- such as when needing to have physical contact with someone or he feels the need to slap them with the glove.

The purple flower nestled within his front breast pocket is a rich and iridescent Nova Zembla that proclaims its existence to those who would see. The flower feeds off of his riaetsu and grows in synergy with his power and emotions, it is a strange relationship and never requires being planted anywhere or watered: he provides it with all the necessary nutrients through his tender love and care for it.

His skin is a stark contrast to his uniform however, his skin is rather pale compared to most people; even for arrancars. Even though it is unusually pale, it matches his hair and eyes perfectly; his skin is without blemish and gives him an almost-perfect personal aura. His eyes are a vibrant crimson to the eyes who can see spiritual essence, otherwise they appear as a simple dark green. Even though they are red and menacing, the glow of his eyes varies with his emotions. He wears bone-like glasses over his eyes(black in nature, easily mistaken for regular glasses) which are his mask fragment.

Personality:
Quite the quiet & observant person. He would rather be someone who blended into the surrounding or groups than to outshine anyone, attention annoys him so he slacks off to not seem special. He believes that if people discard any conception of you being strong if you’re quiet and withdrawn to yourself, then it is much easier to catch them off-guard.
He believes in protecting those who follow Simetria even against his own instincts to eat or destroy them for being so weak; some view his pride as a weakness and his protectiveness of followers as being soft, but he doesn’t care about being judged or judging others. While anarchy is the basic rule in Hueco Mundo, he has a passion for upholding the laws, structures and hierarchy that was set in place. Any enemies to this rue of the land catch his personal attention as dangerous individuals and takes personal action to keep the laws being upheld.
While he is quite strong himself, he is a gentleman and sees to the needs of others whenever possible. Chivalry and kindness are an active part of his nature- he prefers to be seen as the butler and not someone of great importance. He is not easily offended, however he will hold a grudge against those who offend him or act “un-gentleman-like”

Likes
Elegance: Anamist is an avid lover of things with grace and finesse. Nothing in the worlds could compare to the beauty of beings with grace, finesse, class and well-mannered actions. His “OCD” is to an extent that his judgment is heavily influenced by another’s actions and overall appearance- in some instances, where one could be an ally, they would instead become an enemy that he despises with all his passion: simply because of their lack of elegance. He cannot stand things without elegance, he would go so far as to completely annihilate these things, just to make the world a better and more graceful place.
Music:Anamist prefers much music, mostly soothing- such as classical. Considering he is an ageless being who has lived for centuries, he is very much attuned to the ”times & flows” of music. While classical music is his favorite, he is also appreciative of many other musics and appreciates their influences in any given situation. Musics such as Jazz and Rock & Roll are also highly appreciated; Jazz can be used for situations involving romance or casual social events. Rock & Roll is more of a party or exhilarating type of music and has its own areas of expertise.
Food:Since Anamist has lived many ages and come to know many cultures throughout his lifetimes, he has become knowledgeable to many kinds of foods and flavors. He especially prefers savory foods; such seasonings and melding of flavors are quite wonderful. Spicy foods are also within his areas of likes, he has an unnaturally high tolerance to spices, especially since he is a spiritual being. Once could say that even if it was too spicy, that he would still eat it for the sake of the flavor.
Literature:Anamist has gone through the ages of life as an avid reader of novels and works of art; he has inspired many of the known and unknown famous authors and artists throughout time. This is included but not limited to music, books, definitions of art, cooking and cultural creativity.
Wine:While he believes in drinking, he does not believe in becoming intoxicated: for this impairs ones motor-skills and manners. Being drunk leads to ill-mannered actions and unclear thinking. He is a man who loves the taste of wines and sometimes whiskey, his favorite would be aged French wine, only second by his desire for Sake.
Crowds: Anamist is naturally a social butterfly and can mix into any crowd to fit right in. He is a natural entertainer and figure-head; he would take over events that would go terribly or out-right obliterate them all together if they were repulsive and ill-mannered.

Dislikes
Ill Manners:Anamist cannot stand things of this nature, simply being near repulsive people or objects incurs a wrath from within him that he cannot always control- this leads to obliterating them and sometimes even more than he intends to. Social graces are his expertise and when he meets someone without these- he implores them to “learn” mostly by calm and instructive actions, such as attacking them with small attacks and pain to help them understand the “proper” way, but if they persist, he will become more violent and end up killing them if they do not comply.
Music:There are occasionally a genre of music that is born that Anamist despises- such a thing is “rap” While true that it does hold great rhythm and tempo, it serves and undermining value of degrading peoples and etiquette itself. Often times, rap is created by the illiterate and poor-worded gangs and anti-socially accepted peoples who slur words, make up fake words and add meanings to words that are clearly set straight within the dictionaries. His common action towards humans who speak these ways to him, result in a glove across the face.
Food:While he is a lover of food because of his desires of unique tastes- there are foods he would like to refuse to eat- however refusing food is not always polite. Anamist dislikes sweet foods, while small quantities are okay and acceptable… larger and bolder flavors are repulsive and overwhelming to the taste buds. Such foods are not liked and should not be liked by others, the foods themselves can be quite unhealthy and lead to foolish actions and decomposition of the human’s body through continual consumption.
Alcohol:While wines and whiskey are accepted by him, intoxicating oneself with these fluids is not. Far too often are wines and whiskey used to make people forget their cares or worries- making them apathetic to their own goals and desires. They seek a reprieve from their lives and indulge their gluttonous appetites in what they want. Anamist, being the expert in this area, finds their actions repulsive- fundamentally they are different from him. Being that they DO get drunk and choose to be intoxicated merely to forget stuff or feel silly, makes them repulsive and not socially acceptable- they lack any kind of grace or etiquette.
Colors:He dislikes bright and bold colors, such as pink, orange and yellow- they do not mesh with many other colors and stand out way too much. Anamist prefers colors of a more neutral state, these colors are far from neutral and are repulsive to the eye.


--------------------History--------------------

Human world
Simetria was a kind, loving and unique human when alive. His life was primitive to a degree when he was alive; given his age, mankind was just starting to learn how to craft decent materials, such as weapons and household items. Crude objects could be made with clay and impure metals, back then- it seemed like the golden age of knowledge, there was only so much humanity could do with limited lives.

Simetria was a servant of a poweful man in his lifetime, his skills at cooking were unparralelled and he could handle the work of four men. His usefullness would outlive him though, there was only so much room in the world for useful people and objects. His belief in man was his downfall, thinking that others thought kindly an well of him, he never expected to be killed by lesser men who aspired his position by the wealthy and powerful master. Simetria died a loney and abandoned death: he knew his master would not miss him as long as whatever he desired could be accomplished by the others- he was forgotten. His freedom in life had been serving, his imprisonment in death, was being forgotten.

In between
Simetria's life had come to an end, but a new one began; he lived on in a sense. His feelings to the land he lived on his whole life and the master he served, had caused him to become stuck in between life and death. This rare case was what shinigami would call a demi-hollow, Simetria was one of the first in existance. His new life was full of pain, regret and continual rebuttal: he was there but could not interact with anyone, nor could they see him.

Day after day, he witnessed atrocious things the servants did to other servants he had known well. These servants had a plan it seemed, they were undermining the very structure of the wealthy man's estate- Simetria couldn't do a thing but cry out in anguish as the life had had formly lived crumbled around him. His previous master had been slain by this handful of evil servants, they had sold the estate and someone else destroyed the whole place.

With his place where his soul was tied to, destroyed; it caused his hollowfication process to speed up at an exponential rate. The dozen or so workers around the ruined estate were soon slaughtered by his hollowfied form; no longer was he Simetria, but a full-hollow with the desire for consuming souls. That first day, he devoured twelve souls before even entering Hueco Mundo. After his meal, the fabric of air ripped open and a nostalgic feeling encompassed Simetria, prodding him to seek refuge in the cool dark world waiting before him.

Hueco Mundo
His follow form was not unnaturally large and bulky, but it was not small and weak either. For all intensive purposes, his hollow form was still very much humanoid, except the elongated teeth from his bone mouth and the claws that stretched out from his hands and feet. His skin was not all bone, far from it- while his skeletal system was all bone with somewhat of a natural bone form, the blackness of his body was a hazy good.

He used this "goo" to his advantage many times in his countless years as a hollow, he would completely encompass weaker prey such as hollows or humans alike in the black good of his body. They would be unable to move within the goo and would be consumed very quickly. Stronger foes who sought to eat him found that he was too elusive; to escape, his body would shrink into the good and disperse in many directions- his spiritual energy was thinned out in every area so much that no enemies could sense his presence. Then he would strike suddenly from multiple direction, latching onto them and fighting over every body part.

His successes were many, and his failures always ended with him running and hiding while in the dispersed form; living the life of a hollow was dangerous, every being in the world was trying to eat one another.

Vasto Lorde
Smetria had evolved into a Menos Grande a long time ago, so long ago that he wasn't even sure if he had been anything else. Day after day he had eaten other Menos Grande, so much that he looked nothing like the rest; horns protruded from his head and his eyes were covered by a bone-like visor. Another twenty years passed after his self-awareness had become manifested; however, his self-awareness was not alone. In his mind, at the very corners, he felt a voice which bolstered his own resolve and attacks. His ferocity was more than anything most his foes had met and many hollows and humans alike fell victim to his cunning intelligence and insatiable hunger.

He finally evolved into something more had come; his whole being, body and all had suddenly encompassed itself in his black goo and he felt himself being "eaten" he fought the feeling with his own desire to eat. The whole process stopped suddenly and he crawled out of the black goo, his humanoid form had returned again, but he was still quite a monster.

His left arm was a bone-white blade from the forearm down, both of his knees had bone spikes protruding upwards and the left side of his eyes were encompassed by the bone-visor. Most of his body was still bone, but parts of him such as his stomach and right right side of his face was "skin" the black goo had hardened inside his body and given him somewhat of an appearance of a human mixed with a monster. His eyes were red, his left eye glowed a red orb from the visor while his right eye was an intense crimson pupil which gazed hungrily for anything to eat.

He still felt incomplete, he was hungry and knew only that; his feeling of incomplete must be from the desire to eat more souls... then he was sure he could complete himself. The other voice in his head agreed with him, very much so; both voices seemed more at peace with one another now and no longer fought each other, both were motivated to become perfect. Day after day, year after year and decade after decade passed as he continued to fill his insatiable hunger for souls.

He visited the human world less and less, no longer could they provide him with the sustenance that he required; a soul was a soul after all. He had spent some years with others of his kind, like-minded monsters wo wished to evolve. None of them were able to comete with his growth however, and all of them fell victim to his power and hunger. His only friend in those days was his hunger, and the voice in the back of his head... the one which spoke more often now. This voice was the one who had convinced him to give into his hunger and eat his "friends"

True awakening
There was nothing, Simetria could no longer sense any spiritual beings within miles of where his domain was; the white sands were dead quiet and nothing moved. Yeas could pass with just staring at the white sands and nothing at all would change in its appearance. He knew his time was come, no longer would he have to travel long distances to find proper prey to temporarily sate his hunger.

He reached up with his clawed right arm on instincts, he gripped his claws against his hollow mask and concentrated on making them break through the spiritual skin. He screamed out a monstrous roar of agony as he felt his own claws tearing into the flesh of his soul. He staggered to his knees and drove his left sword-arm deep into the white sands to steady himself as he continued his work. The voice inside his head pushed him forward and gave him the mental power to continue the agonizing process; this voice grew louder and louder until all other thoughts were drowned out.

As his mask began to crack and remove, a black haze escaped his body and made him feel heavier. This heaviness brought him lower to the ground and his bladed arm was forced out of the sand in his awkward position on the ground. He felt as if he couldnt pull his mask anymore, the weight of the black haze was so heavy, but the voice inside his head pushed him on. He ripped the mask off in one final attempt, he let out the most painful roar he had known; the roar had sounded even more painful than all the roars of the victims he had eaten.

The black haze descended into him further and settled on his prone form; all that was left of his limp body was the blackness. This blackness took over and began to mold his body; a large glob of it fell off and began to form something else directly beside him. He concentrated his strength and mental fortitude on the black form appearing before his eyes. Had he not been distracted, the pain from his body being reshapen would have tossed him into unconsciousness. Slowly as his body turned, so did the black blod beside him; the form was that of humanoid as well, he realized that two eyes were staring straight into his, two eyes of diffeent colors- one eye was red and one eye was purple.

He didn't blink during the process, whch he couldnt normally; but his black skin-part of his eye could blink...though it didn't. He was too mesmerized by the figure forming beside him; he would get to know those eyes very well, a week went by before the blackness took full shape- leaving two naked forms lying in the white sands. Both were Simetria, they were two sides of the same coin; both knew they were the two dominant voices in his head, voices that had already named each other so long ago. Anamst & Ryomou.

Both beings glanced up at the sky, they could feel a handful of presences far far away; powers of considerable power. They were drawn to these powers without any particular reason; Anamist took Ryomou's hand in his and they began their slow travel in the general direction of the powers they felt. No longer did he view the world out of a visor, his eyes were perfect: he viewed them through bone glasses which were his mask fragment. Ryomou like him- no longer viewed the world through his eyes, now she could witness and act on her own discretion... but both of them understood one another on a spiritual level, knew that they were connected and did not want to part ways. He had taken her hand in his and felt his none fingernails of her mask fragment, her hands were delicate and pretty but held an unnatural strength. They wanted to test their new strength together, they smiled and dashed forwards at great speed.

Espada
Simetria lived a long time without rules or heirarchy, often the two of them interacted with other strong arrancar beings. These arrancar were what would later consist of the Espada and Simetria had fought them enough times to respect their power. During their "rogue" history before thier joined the Espada, Simetria often visited the Human World and clashed with Shinigami; their appearance there always alerted the Seretei and never left the duo any time to enjoy themselves. It mattered not how many times they defeated the shinigamis, another would take its place and prove as another obstacle for the duo to overcome. Eventually Simetria gave up going to the Human World because things escalated quickly and pitted them against formidable foes.

His time with the Espada began when the Hollow King sought him out, this was likely when the Espada were first formed by their great leader. At first, Simetria thought if best to challenge this "Hollow King" for rulership and authenticity of the powers they were supposed to possess. Despite the duo's own great strength and skill, it was impossible to overcome the Hollow King's strength; his power was very formidable and demanded a heightened level of respect from the duo.

They submitted to his rule and served him as much out of fear as out of loyalty and respect. The Hollow King had created an order within the chaotic world of Hueco Mundo, a world that Simetria would die protecting if necassary.

All was not meant to be forever though; despite their longevity, their time united eventually came to a horrible end. The Espada had decided to attack Seretei, they were tired of being attacked without relent or mercy and would nt stand it any longer. The initial attack was successful with the faling of several Captain class shinigami, as well as countless lesser-ranked shinigami.

Eventually the Decima and Septima fell to Captains and the morale of the arrancar's were outraged; through their anger, they became rampageous and often took unnecassary damage. The Hollow King had then appeared and began a mighty slaying of the shinigami; great was the Espada's loss when the Captain Commander appeared and slew their leader. Their retreat into Hueco Mundo was a slaughter and only the quickest and most intelligent of the arrancar escaped the massacre. For what seemed like a long time, the Espada had disbanded and gone their separate ways in Hueco Mundo; they hardly met or talked anymore. Thinkgs were changing though, the very vibes in the air signified difference and all the Espada could feel the change of favorable victories.

History:(Used from a different RP site)

--------------------RP Sample--------------------


The cool night air was soft and moist on Anamist’s hard blood-soaked skin, peace had become a vanity during this time of war; change whether in fashion or civil-right was a form of rebellion… and the organization wished to quell such rebels. It was his mission as one of the leading warriors to defeat anyone who came near the headquarters; it had been a quiet evening mostly, fires raged here and there from fights… but none made it close to the headquarters.
Late in the evening when the moon was high in the night sky against the blackness made the moonlight shine down harsh on the white sand of Hueco Mundo; someone appeared over a sand ridge. Anamist put his hand on his hilt and called out.
“Halt, none are to pass this point; trespassers will be slain instantly, identify yourself.”
The figure stopped at the tip of the ridge and looked around to only see him, his face and body were hidden by the over-shadow of the moonlight that beat down on both of them. He raised his hands in mock-surprise and laughed menacingly, yet as if he enjoyed the danger at the same time.
“My, to think there would be anyone still beyond this point who could protect the fools in that building there; just who are you?”
The question and indirect reasoning behind the stranger’s words proved to be threatening and ill-intent; it was obvious he was the enemy and a rebel. To think he had passed through the warzone behind the ridge and seemed unscathed still, he was no ordinary opponent.
“I will give you one last chance to surrender, leave now and I will not kill yo-“
Anamist’s words were cut off by the stranger’s movement, he had drawn his sword and leapt high into the air. Anamist estimated the timing and waited till the last moment to step aside-ways and avid the assailant’s slash. The slash itself hit the sand and made a deep line in the sand which was soon replaced by the ever-ending sea of white sand; Anamist jumped back as if to anticipate a move, but in reality.. he just wanted to avoid any more blood on his clothes.
As if on que, the assailant leaned forward to lunge after him but stopped midway through the movement as blood sprayed on the ground at his feet; a large gaping slash ran across his chest. He had pressed the attack quickly and had not even seen Anamist drawn and sheathe his sword nearly instantly.
“No...Way..Iaino? To think... I... Would...”
He fell on his face holding his wounds, Anamist walked up to his form and looked down for a moment; his body was beginning to shift somewhat and grow larger. Bone hands reached out from Anamist’s stretched open chest and slowly pulled the assailant inside until he was totally assimilated.
Anamist closed his eyes as his body took on another form; a lifetime of memories and skills entered his mind and soul as his face took shape of his assailant. He smirked as he saw three more forms appear over the ridge, three more rebels who had broken through the warfront; he saw them tense as he yelled out and waved to them. As they waved back from the distance away and headed towards him at a leisure pace, he thought of a quick plan.
“Ah, you guys finally caught up; I thought you’d leave the best part to me.”
The middle man, somewhat older seemed irritated and snorted at his comment.
“Ha… the way you just ran past everyone, friend and foe; we spent a long time making sure no one ambushed us from behind as we followed you. Hm? I thought there would be someone guarding this point, that’s unusual.”
Anamist shrugged his shoulders and made some random excuse and the four began to walk in silence, he eyed the three men for some time; trying best how to determine where to strike for the quickest kills. Suddenly he stopped and the other three stopped inturn to look at him.
“You guys are too complacent even among your comrades, you should learn to know when there is an imposter among you.”
The three sensed the dangerous situation, but it was already too late; blood sprayed across their throats and the three fell to the ground limp without and heads. Iaino was a very deadly style of fighting, without steel skin… it was a fatal skill; most could not even see the movements of the user during the moment of kill and would not realize they were dead even to the very end.
Despite his efforts at defending his location, he looked to the west to see fires spreading to the headquarters; it was too late to save the leaders, it was probably best if he left Hueco Mundo for a while. A garganta gate appeared before him and looked down upon a large city in the human world.
“See you later Hueco Mundo... maybe I’ll be back in one hundred years, don’t change too much on me.”

The human world
"Hey mister... are you okay? You shouldn't sleep on a hillside like that; I hear there are monsters around here."
Anamist opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the young girl who was standing over him with a look of concern Humans… always being concerned with the well-being of others. he smiled kindly and patted her on the head as he sat up.
“Don’t worry little girl, I’m here to hunt the monsters;”
He had been around the month before when this little girl was walking through the forest edge with her family on the weekend; once it had become late and they started heading back, a hollow had appeared and eaten her family. Being only eight years old, she had feinted from fear and he had taken her away before the hollow had gotten her as well; it seemed she didn’t remember the terrible incident, her memory had conveniently forgotten the happening.
“Hey little girl. Where are your parents; surely they are concerned about you?”
The little purple-haired girl with sparkly blue eyes shrugged her shoulders as her eyes began to water, she was about to cry. Anamist had been watching over her from the shadows since the last month and provided her with food secretly; something had brought her back to this spot and she had chanced upon him as he was napping.
“I’m not sure, mister; I haven’t seen my family in a long time, maybe they hated me or something...”
Small innocent drops of sorrow escaped her eyes and fell to the ground and she began to wipe them away profusely. An unknown feeling began to blossom in Anamist’s heart, pain and despair tinged with loneliness and pity for this poor young innocent human who had been robbed of all happiness because of one hollow’s ravenous hunger. Without thought, he held the little girl close to his chest and hugged her tightly; notion humans often did when trying to console one another… only now was he able to understand why humans did such meaningless things.
“No, I’m sure your parents loved you dearly little girl; I bet they just had to go somewhere very important so they could protect you. I’ll tell you what, how about you stay with me until we find your parents; how does that sound?”
She looked up at him happily and nodded, unable to say anything out of gratitude and began to sob in his chest once again. Anamist was glad that he was not like most other hollow or arrancar, the hole in his chest might have been very hard to explain to the girl; fortunately the hole was in his left palm, which he could cover up with a glove easily. Even now, he wore soft black gloves. He took the glove off his right hand and softly patted the little girl on the head and he stood up and held her hand to help her off the ground as well.
“What’s your name, little girl?”
He already knew the answer, the memory of her mother screaming her name for her to run away from the invisible monster as it grasped her in its mouth and shoot her violently. Even so, he wanted to pretend he knew nothing of her family; just until she became old enough to understand and take care of herself.
“Rui, mama & papa always called me Rui. Mister, what is your name?”
Rui, such a cruel name; which meant “tears” It was as if they knew that the tears which this innocent little girl would shed could melt the heart of a heartless monster such as himself. Was it just a coincidence?
“My name, is Anamist; call me big brother though. I need to go somewhere before we head back to the city… I think its best that you come with me, there’s something I want to do.”
She smiled happily and held his gloveless right hand as he guided her further into the forest; it was now dark outside with the rays of light disappearing over the water by the sea. They walked for about an hour until they little girl could not walk anymore; he picked her up and carried her in his arms; close to his Would-be-heart. He continued to walk in the darkness of the night with clear vision and guided his steps purely by the scent of a particular hollow which was sleeping carelessly a distance away.
He had passed several hollow between the distance, but none of them mattered at the moment; he would hunt them later. Only one prey was on his mind currently and he would continue to walk until he chanced upon the monster itself. The night grew colder as the sun slipped further away to the other side of the planet, the normal cold did not bother him… but he could feel the little girl shivering; he took off his coat an wrapped her warmly in it and continued to carry her. She had no care in the world at the moment when she was soundlessly asleep in his arms, protected from any known thing in the world; nothing could disturb her blissful slumber.
Finally he stopped in a small opening in the forest and breathed into the night air, his breathe was clearly visible from the coldness of the night; but also from the near presence of the hollow… even it its sleep, it gave off a palpable feeling of insatiable hunger. Being as he was an espada, he could hide his presence well even at this close of a range; despite that… this hollow had an uncanny ability to stay invisible even the inhumane eye. There was only one thing he could do to get its attention.
He sat on a large rock and began to hum a song he had learned from the human worlds ‘radio’ to the sleeping little girl, hoping that it would ease any discomfort she was experiencing in her dreams by being so close to her family’s killer. True enough, her sleeping face had been pale for some time and she tossed restlessly in his arms, his voice though had calmed her somewhat and she even called him big brother in her sleep. For some reason, this warmed his chest and gave him a sense of pride he had never felt before when serving the Order in Hueco Mundo.
Sure enough, his humming and the warm happy feeling that emitted from the little girl caught the sleeping monster’s attention; it stirred in its sleep and opened its eyes lazily to see the visible prey. A gleam of triumph appeared in its eyes as it peered at the prey with its back facing it. Its body shimmered and it became visible; this time it would stalk its prey visibly and enjoy the terrified look they made and the horrid sounds they would make.
“You’re the worst of your kind, your desires are so intense that they can even be felt in the air… you have no place in this world anymore, but in the next.”
Anamist spoke without turned to face the hollow, so the creature was confused by his words; though it sensed the ‘human’ knew he was there but maybe not able to see him. The hollow took the moment of confusion to leap towards Anamist’s back; too slow, by the time the hollow reached the rock.. he was already standing atop a nearby tree.
“Too slow and to loud; you will regret it if you wake this sleeping angel… the angel which you took away her parents even after eating a meal previously.. your gluttony is your worst sin.”
Now that Anamist could get a good look of the hollow, it resembled a dog; a rabid hungry dog. Its whole body was bone and had two tails, which were at least twice as long as its body. The mask which covered its face was pure white and had several rows are long jagged fangs.
“Who are you, who can see me and talk to me without fear?”
The hollow knew he was not a normal human now and was interested in its prey before it intended to eat him. There had only been a select few people in the human world which could see or hear his words; and all of which had a very tasty soul. Anamist was getting annoyed at the hollow’s increasing hunger, it was too dumb or understand the situation and instead only became even more vicious like a dog trapped in a corner.
“My name? One like you who has little power is not fit to ask me questions, do not bare your fangs at me; instead die with dignity and know an end to your hunger. I may ask though, what is your name before I kill you?”
The dog hollow bared its fanged fiercely and began to grow intensely, its eyes glowed red at its rage and continued hunger as it yelled at him.
“The name is Jigara! I will not be defeated by a mere human such as yourself; you will be a tasty snack before I eat that little girl in your arms!”
Anamist had been looking up at the stars patiently as he waited for a response from the hollow, but its words and tone were too loud and heartless. He glanced down slowly at the hollow, the light from the moon from atop the trees made an over-shadow across his form and the only visible thing were his glowing red eyes, full of hatred and vengeance.
A crimson ball of condensed rietsu appeared over left shoulder and glowed brightly in the darkness, the rietsu itself gave off a vile lonely feeling mixed with hunger itself; much more tangible than the hunger of the dog hollow. It shot downwards straight towards the hollow, far too fast to evade. The hollow was completely caught off-guard and was frozen with fear, it closed its eyes as it waited to be obliterated, but after a couple seconds it opened its eyes to realize it was still alive; though bound by red chains.
It struggled in vain against the overwhelming durability of the chains, the more it struggled; the more the chains burned against its skin. It tried to speak, but the chains were wrapped tightly around his jaws, making words impossible and even smothering the growling it had been doing previously. Anamist walked down the air towards the now helpless hollow on what appeared to be as if he were walking down steps as an executioner towards the condemned.
“I told you to be quiet so you didn’t wake my little angel, and to die with some dignity; though it seems you would rather die a dog’s death. Let it be known, to you that before you die; your killer is this little girl, for not knowing when to show compassion to your prey.”
The hollow struggled in vain to plea for its life, but no words were able to escape its mouth. The red chains around its body began to tighten and spin the more he struggled, yet he continued to struggle in fear and despair. Anamist smiled wickedly as his trap reached the “critical” point, instantly the chains picked up in volume of speed and tore apart the hollows body, scattering its corpse into countless pieces before dissolving into pure spiritual form and disappearing from the human world.
Instantly the uneasiness in little Rui’s dreams abated and again she slept peacefully, he removed his right glove and patted her gently on the head again as he turned his back to the hole in the ground and headed towards the city.
As a human?
“Big brother! I’m home from school!”
Rui’s words echoed through the house and into the kitchen where Anamist was cooking, food grime was plastered all over the pink apron Rui had made him; cooking was definitely more challenging than slaying hollows. Even so, Rui hugged him fervently at the sight of him; he was the last person in the world she truly cared for. He hugged her back and then wiped the smudge of food from her face she had gotten from his apron.
“Welcome home, Rui. How was your day in school?”
She laughed mischievously and told him that she would tell him about her day once dinner was ready. While he battled with the food, Rui had changed and appeared just as Anamist finished setting the table; he had known little of the human world, but had learned quickly by observing people… mostly mothers who took care of the children, it was an odd position for someone such as him-to take on the role of mother for such a little girl.
Two years had passed since the fateful night of the little girl’s true parent’s death, ever since then he had taken care of her and she had become dear to his Would-be-heart. He listened and laughed at the stories she told him of her days at school, of course he already knew all about everything in her days at school; she never left his sight. When she was at school, he would be on a nearby building or slaying a hollow in the area. Places with high amounts of children attracted the worst kind of hollows because of their pure innocent souls, nothing would take his little girl away.
After a happy dinner, Rui pulled up her chair to the sink and dried dishes as he washed them from their meal; their lifestyle had been a slowly integrated part of their lives that had happened without their knowledge or consent, but both were happy with how things were. That night, as he tucked her into her bed he read her a story- not just any story, a saga from his past life in the Order, but he used different words such as bad guys instead of hollow or arrancar.
“Hey big brother, everyday Rui comes home and sees you already here; but you never talk about your job. What kind of job does big brother have? Tomorrow is Parents Day and all the kids are supposed to bring their parents to talk about their jobs...”
The mood was somber because to her knowledge, her parents were missing; which was why Anamist was taking care of her. Though he couldn’t explain to the ten year old what his job was, he would have to think of something to lie about… but could he really present himself to public to be related to her? As a monster, it wasn’t his right to accept such a thing.
“Rui knows big brother is looking for her parents, but Rui is happy even if big brother can’t find her parents; because Rui has big brother. So, could big brother come to school tomorrow instead?”
The meaning of her words caught Anamist off-guard, was she really happy with her life without her parents now? More so, but could he accept being this humans constant care-taker when he was himself a monster who had left countless without loved ones in the past? If it was for Rui, he was certain he could do it; he smiled and patted her with his right hand.
“Of course I’ll be there tomorrow, big brother can’t miss out on such a day for Rui; I’ll show you and everyone else my job for sure tomorrow.”
She smiled and he kissed her on the forehead and partially shut her door so only a little light would go into her room; she was a little girl after all and afraid of the dark… but the things in the dark were what she should be afraid of. He slept on the couch in the living room just outside her room, since it was a one-bedroom apartment, even in sleep; she was never too far away from him.
***
The next morning he made her lunch and sent her off to school on the bus that dropped by every day; through the help of a certain unusual human he had obtained papers which allowed him to take care of her and continue her schooling like a regular family… but he could never get that blonde haired man’s face out of his head.. his piercing eyes and his old-fashioned robes and striped green and white hat.. even his shop was weird. His words though were the most unsettling Do you think it’s wise to live a normal life with a little girl? Surely things won’t always be so easy…
Why was he remembering those words now of all times? He didn’t have time to think about bad premonitions; he walked over to their shared closet and looked at the suites, jackets and all the other things he had bought from the man “urahara” Nothing in the closet seemed to match his face and hair, he held the pairs of clothes to himself in the mirror and imagined, but nothing made him happy like they should. He had managed to manipulate the bone mask part on his face to make it look like a scar instead- in reality; he had forced it to go mostly underneath his skin by sheer pressure- quite painful, but he needed to blend into society for the sake of the little girl.
He had about given up on finding anything to wear for the “parent’s day” but then by habit, he walked over to the laundry and began to fold the clothes from the previous day. Something soft and delicate caught his eyes and instantly he knew that’s what he was going to wear. Just wait till he got to school, Rui would be proud of him for sure.
Not as a human
“….And today class, is Parent’s day, today all of your parents are here to talk and discuss with us their jobs and how they fit into society.”
The teacher was a cheerful woman who loved her job and several sets of parents waited outside the classroom in seats along the wall as they took turns being called into the classroom to discuss their jobs. People sat on both sides of Anamist and it made him uncomfortable, but he endured it. He noticed that some of, if not all of the parents were giving him strange looks. Finally one of the women leaned forward from her chair so that she could look into his eyes as she spoke.
“Um, excuse me, sir. Some of us parents wonder… what exactly it is that’s your job and why your dressed… that… way…”
Anamist was not totally accustomed to daily lifestyles of people, but he found nothing wrong with how she was dressed, he smiled warmly at the woman.
“I see, you’re worried about my appearance; how kind of you. I am actually a single person taking care of my little sister…”
The woman blushed at his blunt honesty and being able to read her motives so easily; he seemed to be a kind honest hard-working man… yet he was quite bold to wear such…things publically without the uttermost hint of embarrassment. This man… Is incredible..
***
The parents who had already finished their presentations were allowed the stay in the classroom if their jobs allowed it and they would continue to be there till Parent’s day was over. Anamist was near the end of the line of ‘parents’ so his presentation was nearly last, but finally it came; he opened the door to the classroom and presented himself to the classroom formally and introduced himself.
“Hello there, everyone! My name is Anamist Souigetsu and I am the big brother of Rui Souigetsu, currently her parents are missing, so I am taking care of her.”
He smiled warmly at the classroom which just looked at him blankly, except Rui; her heart was warm and she clapped excitedly for him. The reason for the dumb-struck faces of students, parents & teachers alike was because he was wearing a black & silver-striped suit with his pin apron wrapped around it- all pressed neatly and clean.
“Let’s see… my job, that’s right. I take care of Rui- I cook, clean, read to her, tuck her in at night…”
He continued on with many many normal everyday life things that the mother and father did in the house for their children. His honesty and bravery inspired the women and they all began to blush at how he happily described the normal mundane events of taking care of Rui as if they were the best parts of his day. All the women were moved with compassion and some of the men even even felt their eyes began to water.
“Now does anyone have any questions for Mr. Sato?”
The teacher opened the floor for students and teachers to ask questions. The same woman from the hallway raised her hand and asked.
“Mr. Sato, you sound like you stay at home like a caring mother; but don’t you have a job which supports your lives?” This man, he’s just too good to be true…
Sato thought for a minute, he did jobs for urahara and in turn; Urahara gave him money to support their livelihood. Though his jobs were usually eliminating hollows or carrying packages to places. He snapped his fingers as he got an idea from a movie he had watched with Rui one night, he smiled warmly again and explained.
“Ah about that, I guess you could say that I am a hitman; I eliminate threats and get paid money for them.”
He kept smiling with a straight face, obviously bliss to the fact of heaviness his statement had made on the parents; but the children didn’t quite understand. His sincere face was enough for them to believe that he wasn’t joking though; the parents were stricken with awe and fear of the bluntly honest man who cared for his little sister so much that he would wear an apron over his hitman clothes to show that he cared for his sister more than his job.
Some of the women in the room were single parents, though the teacher was a single woman herself without children; all of them felt their hearts burning- not was he just great with kids and an honest man, but there was also danger and excitement in his life… this man truly was too good to be true.
Another woman was about to ask a question when a sudden feeling past through Anamist’s mind, instantly the building began to shake and children screamed in panic.
“Ah! Is this an earthquake?!”
The teacher had yelled and debris began to fall from the ceiling and tiles on the floor began to crack, a beam across the room loosened from its holding place and began to fall towards the children. Quick as lightning, Anamist leaped forward and stood directly above Rui as he lifted his hands and aught the thick beam in his arms and held it suspended in the air. He shifted his weight and directed it towards and window and threw it outside lengthwise; it hit the ground hard with a heavy thud and crashed into splinters against the concrete ground.
Completely ignoring the looks of disbelief and amazement from the onlookers, he hugged Rui tightly and patted her to calm her from crying; if there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was Rui’s tears. He picked her up out of her desk and headed to the door.
“Hurry up with your children, the beam supporting the roof is gone; the roof will collapse soon.”
They followed him out of the room with their children and gathered in the gym as they waited for the rumbling of the building to stop, but it wouldn’t. Anamist knew the cause of the ‘earthquake’ he turned to Rui and said.
“Sweety, I want you to stay here with the teacher; I will be right back.”
Things like this had happened before so Rui understood, she hugged him.
“You come back safe, big brother; or else I’ll be mad.”
He nodded and disappeared out the gym doors after demanding the teacher watch after his little girl. Once out of sight, he glanced up towards the rooftop of the large school building; in a single leap he bounded up top to the roof and landed lightly on the ledge. Before him were two hollows, battling it out to see which one of them would have the souls of the school children. The first hollow was a long slender snake-like hollow covered in bone, while the second hollow resembled a giant bat with large arms.
Enraged at their apparent disregard for life and time & place, he didn’t just stand for waiting to see which one of them won; instead, as soon as they clashed again and wrapped themselves around each other, he took the glove off his left hand and extended it towards them as he yelled.
“Hey mother-fuckers! I was trying to have a good day with my little girl, piss off!”
As he ended his sentence with a yell, a red orb of rietsu charged in the gaping hole in his left palm and released itself in a shower of razor-thin rietsu strings. Both hollows were caught offguard but were fast enough to avoid fatal blows; though the bat hollow’s wings were sliced off and disappeared & the snake hollows lower half of his tail disappeared as well.
They stopped fighting and glanced at one another in amazement- a human male had interrupted their fight with a strange power and was wearing a pink apron, they screamed in rage and pain at the loss of their body appendages but Anamist wasn’t done. He rushed forward and grabbed both of them by their masks and slammed them into the concrete rooftop.
“Before I kill you, I want to hear you apologize and beg for your lives.”
The sun to his back hid his face, but his eyes were glowing crimson and his mouth gleamed white with fangs. He grasped harder on their masks and they felt their hold on the human world slipping, fear and despair grasped them and they began to plea for forgiveness and promised that they would disappear if he let them go. It was too late for them though, they had already made Rui cry; there was no forgiveness after that.
He squeezed even harder and their masks shattered, squirting their blood all over his and then disappearing in a whirl of spiritual energy and a cry of anguish. He took his pink apron off, wiped his hands and face, and then folded it into his back pocket. He surveyed the damage done to the building from atop the roof and guessed it would take at least a month until the school was in proper educating conditions again.
He leapt back down to the ground and was about to enter through the double gym doors as they opened suddenly and Rui jumped into his arms crying. He wiped her tears and told her to stop crying because everything was okay now, the teacher appeared a few seconds later and apologized profusely for losing sight of her- he forgave her and told her about how damaged the building was and gathered Rui’s pink backpack and slung itover his shoulders and headed towards home, walking.
“Big brother, when things like this happens, you always come back covered in blood; it’s not your blood, right?”
He stopped in his movement and looked at Rui in concern, was it possible that she could see the hollow blood on his clothes; even so, after jumping in his arms, it was on her too… this wasn’t the first time this happened, but the first time she said anything about it.
“What are you talking about, Rui? I just got a little dirty, that’s all.”
She had lived with him long enough to know when he was lying through his smile.
“Big brother promised he wouldn’t lie to me; whose blood is that and what were those creatures I heard on the roof?”
There wasn’t any way around it now, Rui was no longer an ordinary person; she saw and heard the hollows and such, she would never have a normal life. Was it his fault, for always having his powerful presence around her? Or was it the event in her early childhood? Regardless, he saw it as his fault- always super hard on himself when it came to his little angel.
“Sweetie, these things you see are hard to explain; but their monsters like in the forest and on t.v. My job is to kill these things, it’s like I’m a super hero or something from your shows. Normal people can’t see or hear those things, you’re special; always have been to me.”
He smiled to her, but inside he was in despair; she would grow up seeing those terrible monsters… the monster he was, and one day she might even fear him; it was a terrible curse to not be unaware of the reality in life. Now what are we going to do… there’s no way the hollows would leave her alone now that she is aware, her soul would be like a beacon to them.
After they had gone home and cleaned up and washed their clothes, Anamist had decided to visit Urahara about this. He owned a shop around an unusual part of town where not many people lived and only opened shop for half the lay; since it was late in the evening, no other shops were open and his shop- though appeared closed, was always open.
He knocked twice before opening the door and stepped inside; instantly a buff black man with corn-rolled hair appeared from behind a shelf and eyes him suspiciously until he saw Rui.
“Oh my! What a cute little girl, so is this the little Rui you and Urahara were talking about?”
Anamist nodded uncomfortably and Rui stood closer to Anamist.
“Oh, it seems she is really attached to you… how unusual.”
Just then, Urahara appeared from the back of the shop and motioned for them to follow him, they sat in the back in an open room as the black man wore a similar apron and offered all of them tea before he himself sat down as Anamist explained the event of the day and about Rui’s incident.
“My my, what a unforeseen turn of events.”
His eyes lingered on Anamist for a moment as if he was mocking his own surprise and hinting to Anamist that this would happen.
“I did think that her childhood incident might have given her the ability to see them, but it’s just as likely that her daily interaction with you-Espada, is the cause. I’m sure you had already guessed this, why did you come to me?”
Anamist hated himself, and hated Urahara for knowing something like this and not bluntly saying it before; but it seemed that was the type of man he was… It was hard for him, but he forced himself to speak the words he didn’t want to say.
“I’m here because… I have to return to Hueco Mundo soon, over the years… hollow have become more beastlike and attack without regard to beings; something is totally wrong, I thought maybe the Order would re-establish itself after a while; but I guess I have to speed things up, I don’t want Rui to grow up in a world like we have. Please, take care of Rui while I am gone.”
He bowed his head low in a form of proper respect when begging someone for a favor. Rui protested, but Anamist explained that he didn’t want to go but had to and it was too dangerous where he was going for her to go with him.
“I see. You truly are a unique Espada, I thought at first you were maybe playing along for your amusement; but it seems you really are serious. Fine, we’ll look after Rui while you’re gone; but what do we do if you don’t come back?”
His words hung heavy in the air for a solid moment as he and Anamist eyes each other without blinking or wavering, to the seeing eye, it was as if their rietsus were clashing in belief, but eventually Anamist’s won.
“No, I will come back; so please, take care of Rui for me until then.”
Urahara sighed in exasperation and leaned backwards with his hands turned upside down in a show of defeat.
“Fine, fine. With that kind of determination, you would definitely come back… you remind me of someone, that unwavering spirit; yes, you’ll definitely come back.”
Anamist thanked him again and was given a moment with just Rui.
“Sweetie, while I’m gone, I want you to be strong; do whatever Mr. Urahara asks you to do and be a good girl for big brother. I’ll be back, so just wait for me.”
She sniffed and stopped crying as she hugged him.
“Okay, but when big brother comes back, we can be a family again?”
Her innocent yet blissful words rang deeply in his Would-be-heart, if he were human… he could have sworn he was feeling love for this little child, but that was impossible, right? He smiled and hugged her closely to his chest and he patted her with his right hand.
“Yeah, when I come back; we can be a family again.”
He said goodbye and thanked urahara again for his care; a garganta opened behind Anamist and he stepped through it backwards so his final moments of the human world would be of his precious little Rui. She forced herself to smile and wave happily goodbye to him as she stood by Urahara’s side, he smiled forcibly in return and tears began to roll down his cheeks and we waved goodbye until the cracks between their worlds disappeared and separated them.
Urahara’s face his hidden by the shadow of the sun against his hate and the black man stood beside him; his eyes were also hidden by the reflection of light in his glasses.
“Well, what do you think Urahara? That man truly is remarkable; to actually cry and care for a human so much- What is he…”
Urahara patted Rui on the head and shrugged his shoulders.
“I don’t know, I’ve never seen a being like that before; to love unconditionally for a completely different race- and to have such an unwavering spirit. It’s a good thing I didn’t kill him the first time he entered this world… it was during THAT era in Hueco Mundo after all…”


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PostSubject: Re: Butler & Maid Simetria   Sat Feb 15, 2014 3:55 am

~~~Arrancar~~~







Name: Simetria Ryomou

Alias: Maid

Age: 4,500 yrs

Visual Age: 22 yrs

Gender: Female

Reiatsu Color: Violet with a crimson center

Hollow Hole Location:Left Hand

Affiliation: Espada

Rank: Primera

Aspect of Death: Subjugation


--------------------Persona--------------------



Appearance:
She has a distinct professional allure; equally exotic and submissive as also bold and head-strong. Being that she wears a maid outfit to compliment her other half, her outfit consists of three colors- white, blue and red. Ryomou wears a dark blue short dress that barely reaches thigh level, the sleeves are a little poofy and mostly lacks any cloth in the chest area. A frilly white apron is tied tightly over the dress and is very form-fitting to her bodily curves; a single large white bow keeps it tied tightly at the bend in her lower back. She wears a white silk maid headpiece atop her hair that matches the apron and whites of her dress.

She wears silk white leg stockings that reach just above her knees and white panties. Her boots are the same dark blue as her dress but the boots are leather, steel-toed and have buckles for laces- the boots reach half-way up her shins to compliment her stockings. The gloves she wears are also the same dark blue, soft leather and have buckles on them; the knuckles of the gloves are embedded with steel and fit snugly on her hands, causing no discomfort yet easily taken off if necessarily.

The only three odd pieces of her unusual attire are the belt, bowtie and eye patch she wears. The bowtie is a deep crimson and matches the attire Simetria wears, the bowtie is tied snugly on her apron at her collarbone height. The "belt" is actually a dark blue leather collar around her neck with a single buckle parallel to the length of the fabric. The eye patch is a medical type and has no real purpose except to cover up her heterochromatic left eye, it fits snugly and doesn't stand out much. Her mask fragment resides on her fingernails, half an inch in normal appearance but able to extend the length of them.

Personality:
Ryomou is a cold-logic thinker, she analyzes situations and makes the best decisions given each circumstance. She is kind in her own way, though she normally won't know kindness to anyone except Simetria: her other half. She is talented at most things she does and takes pride in them, even if she doesn't show it: if you compliment her, she will likely acknowledge it with a silent nod of agreement.
Given her outlook on life, it is hard for anyone to please her, she only smiles for Simetria and has a noble aura around her being.

She enjoys cooking but is terrible at it, no one will eat her food except Simetria; constantly she will try to get people to eat her cooking, but the smell alone is enough to make a normal human being pass out, the look scares the rest. She is oblivious to most of her cooking failures, but somewhat understands that her food isn't good enough because people won't try it.

Likes
Sweets:Ryomou is a livid sweets person, she enjoys little more than tasting sweet foods and candies; often times you will find her with a lollipop or bubblegum in her mouth. Anything from pastries to crystallized sugars catches her keen interest: especially if it was a purple or red color, such as purple lollipops are red velvet cake. Given the choice, she would choose crystallized sugar candies over pastries though, their less messy and have a instant flavor-satisfier. Her favorite candy flavor is grape and her favorite pastry flavor is blueberry with a close second to chocolate.
Music:Music is a passion to Ryomou, she favors the lead guitar but also loves the drums. Rock, Alternative, Metal and Techno are her areas of expertise and likes. She is proficient with the guitar(especially the electric guitar) and practices the drums on occasion. Rock is highest on her tastes in  music, along with her singing- she has great rhythm and performs her own solos on occasions when Anamist isn’t up to helping her with her songs.
Wrestling:She has a very weird take on wrestling; true it provides a challenge and causes an adrenaline rush, she much prefers the constricted movements and choked breathing she causes and feels to and from others. She limits her strength on occasions when wrestling humans or lesser spiritual beings so that she can get a good match in before completely dominating her opponents. Few things excites her more than the painful cries of her opponents.
Fashion:Ryomou loves fashion to an extent, things that match and compliment one another please her eyes. Her favorite type of clothes are leather and silk; these things are usually of a punk/rock nature, occasionally they are more casual. Casual clothes are not her favorite, although they do hold a mild appeal for her. She expresses some of her attributes through her fashion style- mostly expressing herself as a “dangerous element” type because of her violent tendencies and attraction to pain.
Etiquette:Proper manners and attitude are a big part of her, although she wrestles and fights a lot- she still acts proper and with excellent manners. Of course one would expect her to behave like a “lady” but that definition s largely misused and abused in the modern world: she has an old-fashioned sense of “lady-like” however she knows the proper time and place to make the switch. Table manners and serving are her strong-suit and she greatly enjoys putting smiles on people’s faces: she serves at her discretion however and politely refuses service to people she does not care for.
Colors:Colors come to Ryomou naturally, she is a great art/color coordinator and enjoys the challenge of creating new or difficult combinations. Of the colors, her favorite are red, purple and silver- these three are the most unique and bold yet don’t clash against other colors. The colors purple and red are of sentimental value to her because they are the colors of her ad her other half(Anamist’s) Riaetsu. Silver is special to her because it sparkles like no other color and can still be used for a basis for other colors.

Dislikes
Sour food:Sour foods are the worst, just smelling them causes Ryomou to become queasy and no longer have an appetite. Eating sour food is like torture itself, and not the pleasurable kind of torture or pain. The taste of sour food is just too unnatural and doesn’t mix well with anything: everything should have some sense of balance- sour foods just have no balance.
Music:Music is a passion of Ryomou’s, like every passion- there are parts that we absolutely hate. The other side of the coin. Ryomou absolutely hates country and music and cannot stand it. The wide varieties of subjects sang about in country music have arbitrary and meaningless values- country music causes depression and darkens Ryomou’s mood. If a radio is playing country music, she is likely to blow the rado up no matter the consequence.
Slapping:Slapping is a sissy way to fight and has no purpose other than insulting someone- why not slug them with a fist with the power of a missile and make them feel the pain you want them to experience so badly for their stupid mistakes? Punching is the best stress reliever, slapping never accomplishes anything and only serves to agitate the slapped person. Ryomou would rather settle the matter with one well-placed punch and be done with the stupidity of the person.
Fashion:While she is into cultural fashion and appreciates complimenting colors and styles: there is one thing she cannot stand. Fashion with no definite style or motive extremely agitates her, it’s like giving off three different messages and expected everyone else to understand. Slobs and poorly dressed people are also on her dislikes: slobs are just too lazy or don’t care about their appearance to try- they are repulsive. She has a forgiving sense of justice to people who are too unfortunate to change their way of fashion(such as poor or homeless people) but that’s as far as forgiving she is.
Ill-Manners:The quickest way to get a hole punched through your face is to act without good manners: you can be perfectly fine with Ryomou, but as soon as you act without good manners- you’re in a dangerous zone. If you are with good manners in most everything, she expects you to keep that appearance up without slipping up. If you naturally lack the ability to be with good manners, it is likely best to avoid being around her… or at least to watch yourself very carefully.
Colors:Yellow, orange and lime green are the worst colors ever in her thoughts- they serve no real purpose but to catch attention in an unnecessary way. Those colors on clothes are especially bad- she is half-tempted to rip the clothes off people rather than see it on them. You running around naked afterwards is simply your own problem.

--------------------History--------------------


History:
Human world
Simetria was a kind, loving and unique human when alive. His life was primitive to a degree when he was alive; given his age, mankind was just starting to learn how to craft decent materials, such as weapons and household items. Crude objects could be made with clay and impure metals, back then- it seemed like the golden age of knowledge, there was only so much humanity could do with limited lives.

Simetria was a servant of a poweful man in his lifetime, his skills at cooking were unparralelled and he could handle the work of four men. His usefullness would outlive him though, there was only so much room in the world for useful people and objects. His belief in man was his downfall, thinking that others thought kindly an well of him, he never expected to be killed by lesser men who aspired his position by the wealthy and powerful master. Simetria died a loney and abandoned death: he knew his master would not miss him as long as whatever he desired could be accomplished by the others- he was forgotten. His freedom in life had been serving, his imprisonment in death, was being forgotten.

In between
Simetria's life had come to an end, but a new one began; he lived on in a sense. His feelings to the land he lived on his whole life and the master he served, had caused him to become stuck in between life and death. This rare case was what shinigami would call a demi-hollow, Simetria was one of the first in existance. His new life was full of pain, regret and continual rebuttal: he was there but could not interact with anyone, nor could they see him.

Day after day, he witnessed atrocious things the servants did to other servants he had known well. These servants had a plan it seemed, they were undermining the very structure of the wealthy man's estate- Simetria couldn't do a thing but cry out in anguish as the life had had formly lived crumbled around him. His previous master had been slain by this handful of evil servants, they had sold the estate and someone else destroyed the whole place.

With his place where his soul was tied to, destroyed; it caused his hollowfication process to speed up at an exponential rate. The dozen or so workers around the ruined estate were soon slaughtered by his hollowfied form; no longer was he Simetria, but a full-hollow with the desire for consuming souls. That first day, he devoured twelve souls before even entering Hueco Mundo. After his meal, the fabric of air ripped open and a nostalgic feeling encompassed Simetria, prodding him to seek refuge in the cool dark world waiting before him.

Hueco Mundo
His follow form was not unnaturally large and bulky, but it was not small and weak either. For all intensive purposes, his hollow form was still very much humanoid, except the elongated teeth from his bone mouth and the claws that stretched out from his hands and feet. His skin was not all bone, far from it- while his skeletal system was all bone with somewhat of a natural bone form, the blackness of his body was a hazy good.

He used this "goo" to his advantage many times in his countless years as a hollow, he would completely encompass weaker prey such as hollows or humans alike in the black good of his body. They would be unable to move within the goo and would be consumed very quickly. Stronger foes who sought to eat him found that he was too elusive; to escape, his body would shrink into the good and disperse in many directions- his spiritual energy was thinned out in every area so much that no enemies could sense his presence. Then he would strike suddenly from multiple direction, latching onto them and fighting over every body part.

His successes were many, and his failures always ended with him running and hiding while in the dispersed form; living the life of a hollow was dangerous, every being in the world was trying to eat one another.

Vasto Lorde
Smetria had evolved into a Menos Grande a long time ago, so long ago that he wasn't even sure if he had been anything else. Day after day he had eaten other Menos Grande, so much that he looked nothing like the rest; horns protruded from his head and his eyes were covered by a bone-like visor. Another twenty years passed after his self-awareness had become manifested; however, his self-awareness was not alone. In his mind, at the very corners, he felt a voice which bolstered his own resolve and attacks. His ferocity was more than anything most his foes had met and many hollows and humans alike fell victim to his cunning intelligence and insatiable hunger.

He finally evolved into something more had come; his whole being, body and all had suddenly encompassed itself in his black goo and he felt himself being "eaten" he fought the feeling with his own desire to eat. The whole process stopped suddenly and he crawled out of the black goo, his humanoid form had returned again, but he was still quite a monster.

His left arm was a bone-white blade from the forearm down, both of his knees had bone spikes protruding upwards and the left side of his eyes were encompassed by the bone-visor. Most of his body was still bone, but parts of him such as his stomach and right right side of his face was "skin" the black goo had hardened inside his body and given him somewhat of an appearance of a human mixed with a monster. His eyes were red, his left eye glowed a red orb from the visor while his right eye was an intense crimson pupil which gazed hungrily for anything to eat.

He still felt incomplete, he was hungry and knew only that; his feeling of incomplete must be from the desire to eat more souls... then he was sure he could complete himself. The other voice in his head agreed with him, very much so; both voices seemed more at peace with one another now and no longer fought each other, both were motivated to become perfect. Day after day, year after year and decade after decade passed as he continued to fill his insatiable hunger for souls.

He visited the human world less and less, no longer could they provide him with the sustenance that he required; a soul was a soul after all. He had spent some years with others of his kind, like-minded monsters wo wished to evolve. None of them were able to comete with his growth however, and all of them fell victim to his power and hunger. His only friend in those days was his hunger, and the voice in the back of his head... the one which spoke more often now. This voice was the one who had convinced him to give into his hunger and eat his "friends"

True awakening
There was nothing, Simetria could no longer sense any spiritual beings within miles of where his domain was; the white sands were dead quiet and nothing moved. Yeas could pass with just staring at the white sands and nothing at all would change in its appearance. He knew his time was come, no longer would he have to travel long distances to find proper prey to temporarily sate his hunger.

He reached up with his clawed right arm on instincts, he gripped his claws against his hollow mask and concentrated on making them break through the spiritual skin. He screamed out a monstrous roar of agony as he felt his own claws tearing into the flesh of his soul. He staggered to his knees and drove his left sword-arm deep into the white sands to steady himself as he continued his work. The voice inside his head pushed him forward and gave him the mental power to continue the agonizing process; this voice grew louder and louder until all other thoughts were drowned out.

As his mask began to crack and remove, a black haze escaped his body and made him feel heavier. This heaviness brought him lower to the ground and his bladed arm was forced out of the sand in his awkward position on the ground. He felt as if he couldnt pull his mask anymore, the weight of the black haze was so heavy, but the voice inside his head pushed him on. He ripped the mask off in one final attempt, he let out the most painful roar he had known; the roar had sounded even more painful than all the roars of the victims he had eaten.

The black haze descended into him further and settled on his prone form; all that was left of his limp body was the blackness. This blackness took over and began to mold his body; a large glob of it fell off and began to form something else directly beside him. He concentrated his strength and mental fortitude on the black form appearing before his eyes. Had he not been distracted, the pain from his body being reshapen would have tossed him into unconsciousness. Slowly as his body turned, so did the black blod beside him; the form was that of humanoid as well, he realized that two eyes were staring straight into his, two eyes of diffeent colors- one eye was red and one eye was purple.

He didn't blink during the process, whch he couldnt normally; but his black skin-part of his eye could blink...though it didn't. He was too mesmerized by the figure forming beside him; he would get to know those eyes very well, a week went by before the blackness took full shape- leaving two naked forms lying in the white sands. Both were Simetria, they were two sides of the same coin; both knew they were the two dominant voices in his head, voices that had already named each other so long ago. Anamst & Ryomou.

Both beings glanced up at the sky, they could feel a handful of presences far far away; powers of considerable power. They were drawn to these powers without any particular reason; Anamist took Ryomou's hand in his and they began their slow travel in the general direction of the powers they felt. No longer did he view the world out of a visor, his eyes were perfect: he viewed them through bone glasses which were his mask fragment. Ryomou like him- no longer viewed the world through his eyes, now she could witness and act on her own discretion... but both of them understood one another on a spiritual level, knew that they were connected and did not want to part ways. He had taken her hand in his and felt his none fingernails of her mask fragment, her hands were delicate and pretty but held an unnatural strength. They wanted to test their new strength together, they smiled and dashed forwards at great speed.

Espada
Simetria lived a long time without rules or heirarchy, often the two of them interacted with other strong arrancar beings. These arrancar were what would later consist of the Espada and Simetria had fought them enough times to respect their power. During their "rogue" history before thier joined the Espada, Simetria often visited the Human World and clashed with Shinigami; their appearance there always alerted the Seretei and never left the duo any time to enjoy themselves. It mattered not how many times they defeated the shinigamis, another would take its place and prove as another obstacle for the duo to overcome. Eventually Simetria gave up going to the Human World because things escalated quickly and pitted them against formidable foes.

His time with the Espada began when the Hollow King sought him out, this was likely when the Espada were first formed by their great leader. At first, Simetria thought if best to challenge this "Hollow King" for rulership and authenticity of the powers they were supposed to possess. Despite the duo's own great strength and skill, it was impossible to overcome the Hollow King's strength; his power was very formidable and demanded a heightened level of respect from the duo.

They submitted to his rule and served him as much out of fear as out of loyalty and respect. The Hollow King had created an order within the chaotic world of Hueco Mundo, a world that Simetria would die protecting if necassary.

All was not meant to be forever though; despite their longevity, their time united eventually came to a horrible end. The Espada had decided to attack Seretei, they were tired of being attacked without relent or mercy and would nt stand it any longer. The initial attack was successful with the faling of several Captain class shinigami, as well as countless lesser-ranked shinigami.

Eventually the Decima and Septima fell to Captains and the morale of the arrancar's were outraged; through their anger, they became rampageous and often took unnecassary damage. The Hollow King had then appeared and began a mighty slaying of the shinigami; great was the Espada's loss when the Captain Commander appeared and slew their leader. Their retreat into Hueco Mundo was a slaughter and only the quickest and most intelligent of the arrancar escaped the massacre. For what seemed like a long time, the Espada had disbanded and gone their separate ways in Hueco Mundo; they hardly met or talked anymore. Thinkgs were changing though, the very vibes in the air signified difference and all the Espada could feel the change of favorable victories.


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