Name: Umeda, Orie

Alias: Oreo

Age: 2420 (appears 20)

Gender: Female

Hollow Hole Location: solarplex

Espada Number: Tercera

Aspect of Death: Lust

Loyalty: Self


Appearance: Orie Umeda is known for having many faces, as such she is primarily known for her face as one of Hueco Mundo’s three kings, or in her case a queen. The face of wisdom and protection, it happens to be the same face she makes for herself as a way to keep the upholding rights of what she can or cannot do while in office. Clothed in the white clothes of the decorative espada clothing, she gradually allows such a design to be greatly steady and appearing all too appealing. Her body in full effort producing a very kindred style.

Her hair is blue, naturally born with the genetic deformity without any knowledge as to how it came to be that color, her eyes on the other hand are quite the normal color of blue. This woman has features remarkably similar to that of the ice, as her skin itself is as cold as the ice however, she never feels it nor notices that it is cold. The facts also remain apparent by the other highly colorful outfits she wears when not in office. She never wears dark colors nor does she wear white, as it is all too bland for her accompaniment.

Overall one will notice the off chance that Orie has a scar of a snowflake along her inner left thigh, precariously her kimono has to be removed for one to see the scar itself that can be recognized as a simple birthmark if not for the scarring tissues present. The scar has ties to her past, along with this scar is the tattoo of a black dragon that lines her left side of the ribcage and when reaching up to her shoulder breaks off to allow its head to appear as if it is birthing her left arm. This is justly how artistic she liked her body to become, however this too cannot be seen unless her kimono is torn or taken off.

Orie has pale skin, with the short hair reaching down only to her shoulders. As this is the case, she never has to put her hair up nor do much else to it and if not for her clothing, she could still be mistaken for a small child while her eyes give her away easily enough. The lack of wanting to show off her chest leaves her at an appropriate advantage as her breast are promptly held into the clothing that seemingly appears much too tight on her bodice. Her ideals range along that of the perfect fighter and for that she does not fight unless necessary and with that, her body has remained an athletic temple of divinity. Her hollow mask is directly as a shard along her neck, circulating it like a collar that then covers half the lower jaw along her right side of the face. The hole being directly over her solarplex.


Personality: In a manner of other beings she will regard most with a sign of convicted resentment, she does not socialize much with those she knows she cannot trust. Once deserving of her trust she will talk to heart’s content but that is only when she has reached such a point as to deliver such words. Tests of trust range on multiple levels so each one is quite different. As per how she hates those who are against pro-life dictates how she hates those who are bounty-hunters because most who leave merely wish to make a life for themselves and of course there are few exceptions but she is not making excuses for them in this case.

To top it off; she is generous, sweet, and kindhearted; a bit of a narcissist, and above all loves to destroy up beautiful things. Orie is an honest and bright individual. At times when she chooses to be doing something it is normally running errands or messages around the land of hollows or she is merely training. Even with these things, she has found that she is prone to being ordered to do things though she can succumb to boredom, unless pressured into it. She does not like being under the command of someone though, so therefore it does take some time for her to notice the commands; however that has not been a problem since receiving leadership over hueco mundo.

Wherein she has learned that respecting the individual giving the commands always has a reason, since she too has found herself giving them although she does test those who try to do the same to her. Those who fail the test are deemed weaker and could possibly be deemed the art that she despises the most, but if it is a mere flaw of skill and not a demeaning thing then they have in a way passed the test. Power is one of the few selfish things that Orie does not strive for but it is the power to better herself and strengthen her inner bonds that she does find content in. Power to protect those she cares about and those that she deems too beautiful to die, it is the one thing she truly never understood about a terrorist’s philosophy of beauty.

Such a thing that is judges multiple times and yet to be blown up selfishly, such was something that the Ice Lover could not do nor admire for as long as she could live. As a result, when compared to those filthy terrorists she has grown quite stubborn as of late. In disagreements, fights, and arguments her actions are playful at times and even with this she still finds time to be herself in the world of violence.


History: Orie Umeda was born of a family in a nomadic tribe’s prosperous land where she lived quite well. This family was a runaway couple from the mainland as they changed their name from Sankuro to Umeda to live in peace. The child, Orie, entered an academy at four years of age, though this was a young age her parents felt it would bring out her gifts. Her gifts dealt mainly in music while most were in the arts of writing and reciting of poetry. Able to turn most unknown substances into paralyzing thoughts and adventures that wouldn't pester or diminish her own well being but bring out her helpfulness to others with it. She would effortlessly use it well and when there is a time that she did not know there was always someone taking care of her.

She got in a lot of fights while in the academy and was teased a lot for her blue hair and bluish silver eyes. Orie would soon realize that crying from some words and punches were not becoming of a princess, as she would use her abilities to get her revenge. This was at the age of five, as she would use the ability of singing to completely kill passengers, the parents of these children, out at sea. Their necks were crushed and could not sustain themselves. Since then the children has been in the hospital. Four days later was the final exam and she failed it since she could not perform a single mathematical equation.

One year later, she is now six, she will go for that examination again and this time it was a writing exam. She was out to beat all the others into submission before they could get back at her. Likewise, they all targeted her first but she was by far ahead of the game since her poems were fabled arts. It was here that she truly developed the talents of a poet. Sadly, the leaders were in agony after this exam due to mental stress. She would begin helping people around the place and area where anything she did she would learn more things about poetry. These things were tasks like dog walking, guarding a caravan, picking herbs, and watching a gate for two hours. With all of these tasks together, Orie felt as though she were finally happy. She perfectly created the poetry to its finest playing.

Four years later, now 10, Orie would enter the final exams of a higher range with her friends as they all would go to the rendezvous point for the exam. While in the exam halls, they were tested mentally, emotionally, and physically. The mentally was a test on how well you could go about to cheat without getting caught. Of course, Orie didn't bother with this, as she already knew the answers of these questions for her being a wiz of studies and intellectual facts. The emotional challenge was the next thing and surprisingly she was the one to make the interrogator leave the campus.

Many people left but Orie and her seven friends who did not leave as they all stayed put. They would all go in a tournament against each other while being watched by three teachers. There were three teachers total. Orie did not prove she had the skills as an all around combatant though she protected herself with senbon needles while the seven others would use their weapons to throttle each other into submissions. Orie would be perfectly fine with harming the foes but she chose to do a smaller thing and leave them in submission where they could not walk or move at all.

Out of the eight only Orie was chosen to not elevate to the higher life and had been given her first assignment alone. She was to train in the deserts of the south while the homeland would wait to call on her for other adhering tasks. She failed to grasp the fact that this was a trap, as she would dumbly walk into it, as she would be given a home inside a desert cave with furnishings that went all too well. Orie would find her troubles would just begin as her body was bound while inside the home from unknown seals and when she realized it happened it had already been too late as she was attacked by three persons who would rape her and almost kill her.

While being raped she had pulled herself away and gripped a dagger that was hidden inside the sand of the cave as she would instinctively use it. Her dagger skills elevated as soul powers of herself and a full bring power would send spikes out of the ground as they would piece through two of the three. The third would try to perform a killing art but he was already dead when it had happened to him as his body was cut in two halves by a few stabs of his partners' kunai that made him nothing and the other two nothing. At this day she claimed revenge on the makeshift homeland yet as she headed over there, unclothed, drenched, and feeling her underlying parts brutalized she passed out and died then and there.

After such a deadly time, she would live as a soul and evidently gentle in nature now as she was found by a soul reaper quickly. When found the soul reaper was attacked by a hollow and yet before he was killed he had performed the konso on her as she would be sent to soul society directly as he was dying. It was upon there that she wound up in the east Rukongai and began living there. It was an easy time and she showed much ability and prosperous timing as she would easily pop and crack her neck as a daily habit until someone wound up getting hurt in the Rukongai.

She was adopted into a noble clan and then shuttered into the academy of souls. Her academy days as a soul were a breeze in many senses, as she would go about yet during such a time she had found an undying filter in her. Something that made her appear so different from other female students as a lust infiltrated her and kept her mind and the rest of her out of any sensual ease. She was highly active one could say in many ways. Her scores though were never infiltrated by such a feeling as she even mastered the sword on the way to such heights.

Months later, or maybe years later, she would begin training her zanpakuto for the Shikai release. Such a power that slinked within her as it were she would have herself unknown during this time while hiding away inside the noble family chambers to keep to her own self and her own mind. She had meditated for twelve years like this without the need to eat, sleep, or drink. This was all due to never having to expel her reishi yet at the same time it was all similar to the set of learning that she was used to. During the meditation, she had entered that soul world where she would “play” with her zanpakuto by all the meaning of the word. Training among other things was the second dominant thing inside the world as it were.

Upon waking up from the meditation her own mind settled and she understood her sword so much better while taking time for thirty years later to master her blade. She would wake up with ease and after training; she would go in and enter a fight to the pain with the lieutenant of the eleventh squad. It was a battle that lasted for the longest set record of twelve days. Such a battle ended in Orie’s favor while she had only Shikai under her belt, her opponent had Bankai to the highest of magnitude. It was a battle worth remembering and at the same time, such a battle would retain the view of prosperous gratitude to the family name where Orie came from. The clan’s first mark on the ranks as it was.

She would spend many years working and perfecting her technique of this Bankai that residually reflected and deflected her. She would follow up with the next years following commands and orders while also moving up in the rank system of the eleventh squad. She would find a way to supplement and eventually use to her advantage as she would flow through the system like a white blood cell searching for a virus to eat she would fully embody her powerful abilities. Working to perfect her weakness while annoying people with her tea satchel and the use of it to poor tea to others or herself.

To fulfill her life at a better speed than before she became the Captain from a shortsighted examination. To her knowledge, there was no captain any longer and she being a mere soul reaper with a reputation at the time no one else was better suited for the job. She had become the Captain not of choice but also she never complained nor refused. She was after all known for grand fighting capabilities with her zanpakuto and her Kidou showed great ability with that in it.

Orie would be on a mission before being infected by a specific blade. Filling her every cell with that of a hollows, her entire mind was destroyed and she soon became something that she had hunted forever. It was a life she could live without but now it was something that she could not understand. Skipping past the mask of the Vizard her entire body succumbed and became what she loathed… A hollow. Orie had unjustly killed her fair share of hollows and breeds of all of them. Becoming a menos at a time and attacking in bulk she did all that was necessary to kill and feed. To fill that insatiable hunger that so elegantly kept her steady as it may be. She was a killer as her Venus flytrap as if her body came into being, as she became an adjuncha's class Hollow. With blades about the body and even taking down a Captain-class soul reaper of one of the gotei thirteen squads. She so elegantly loved that meal as its nutritional values filled her for the next few weeks. This would not stop nor end as she transformed yet again as her body illuminated into an even higher class of hollow. This class was one thing that undoubtedly kept her awake and past any hour of her life.

Never keeping track to the number of kills she made she made sure to count this year though for it was the competition to see who would become one of the strongest Arrancar and whom better than an aged Arrancar. She would smile and fight away the wanna-bes and she so elegantly kept her life as it was and no doubt in her mind her she goes again. The blood flooding the sky, the reiatsu disappearing, the body count rising as she kept herself in total and utter control through the fight. Being the last to fight, as she was now the one to attack and take down the last of all these wanna-bes. Now, however, Orie had the best to do.

Later she would assign herself below the ranks of the Espada serving below a gentle and kind Espada. Years passed, and her anger was still there and her body fully and unconventionally yearned for more. She was a brute and fought to gain rank and experience through the ages as her body fought on and up the ladder of the ranks and kept going on and on and on until finally fighting three Espada within its own circle just to see which of them were stronger. Fighting them alone was the easiest of all of the fights to perform, as she would undoubtedly be the one to win soon as she kept her fighting at bear minimum effort. Eventually she even went and did her maximum amount of power and attacked with that alone as she fully utilized the powers of resureccion and sword styles to take the king out. She was and is the strongest woman of Hueco Mundo and now is stronger than most any men of the worlds and realms of the living and dead. She targets those who do things that interfere with her vision and now nothing and no one is safe from her and her wrath... Long live the new life of Orie Umeda, Tercera Espada.

After re-reviewing your app I have decided to Rank you at [A]

Reevaluated. Current Power Class Accepted.