Name: Saber
Nickname: Alcohol related nick names.
Age: 610, 20 spent living, 599 spent as a hollow, few months spent as a Arrancar.
Gender: Female
Weapon(s): Zanpaktou
Number: Fraccion Numero 22
Personality: Saber’s personality can be compared to those of late medieval times. She is very prim and proper due to social upbringing. She also has an undying sense of loyalty to any of those who she befriends. Very, very well mannered, proper placing of silverware, how many times to pat your mouth with a napkin, the appropriate way to drink tea. These are many of the habits she sunk back into once she finally reached her Arrancar stage a little over a hundred years ago. She also had a bad habit of not speaking unless she has been spoken to, something she still hasn’t come out of after living for so long.
Despite her prim and proper life, she can be somewhat sadistic, and she has a taste for blood that is un-paralleled by any of Arrancar seen yet. Despite her prim and proper attitude she takes joy in killing, and torture. Making sure to shed as much blood as possible before her enemy is dead, always making sure to take a taste of their blood whenever given the opportunity.
Another side that is seen, maybe more often is her drunk side. When she drinks she becomes a totally different person. Prim and proper is thrown out the window and she becomes a very easy, lax and comfortable person to be around who loves telling jokes.
And finally the last side of her is a side that is totally opposite from her completely. Little shreds of humanity still manage to cling to her corrupted self and at the oddest of times she shows a loving, caring, side that is very rarely seen by other Arrancar.
Physical Appearance:- Spoiler:
Saber stands at a height of 5'10 and weights in at about hundred-forty pounds and her body is decked in muscle. Her hollow hole happening to be placed right in the middle of her stomach and it being a rather small hole that. Saber is particularly pale, with golden eyes that are very piercing for those that give a look into them. The same color as her eyes is her hair, a golden hair that can go past her shoulders. Although she keeps it pinned up behind her head, and she leaves two stands of hair on either side of her head down that isn't apart of the pin up. Her armor is pure black and then old's slightly lighter darker symbols that are only lit up as part of her release. She has gauntlets that slightly past her wrists, and the rest of her arm is cloth. The rest of her armor starting around her neck and moving down the rest of her body. Letting her show a slight bust that she had for so long hid as per her history. Flaring out along the waist almost like a dress and extending down to her knees. The rest of her legs clothed in a cloth. A pair of knight like boots extending up mid way from her knee all which are similar to a knights attire. The only difference from the picture and her actual appearance is everything is black.
Bio: Saber was born in the medieval times of Europe. Being fortunate enough to be born to two Noble parents, who despite their nobility took an active stance in the everyday workings of their town and made sure to help out as much as they could. They invested in the church and poor houses to give even those of the lowest class some quality of living. Saber was to become a groomed, prim and proper woman like many of the other noble class. They went to such extremes as always having straight back when sitting at the dinner table or walking, not speaking unless being spoken to first, and other such acts that defined her nobility.
Of course Saber was not exactly happy with this kind of life, but she went on with it for as long as she could remember until she reached her teenage years. At the age of thirteen is when she started to rebel against her parents. Her parents tried to get her into lessons of playing the harp, but she refused. They demanded of her that she needed to have some kind of hobby, and she picked something that was the most un-lady like but her parents were still pleased that she involved with something to burn time doing. She decided to take up fencing and sword play. With which to her parents surprise she easily picked up and even bested her teacher after only a year of teaching.
Despite the loyalty that was inspired through this sport, and through her parents her rebellious nature could not help but get the better of her at times. Even though she was supposed to be this, ‘prim and proper woman’ she decided to carry around a sword with her much like the Knights of present. People gave her dirty looks, and sooner rather than later her parents became disappointed in her actions of choosing to defy her Nobility and play with swords in the court yards of other such men who did the same. Despite the fact that whoever she faced quickly misjudged her, taking it easy on her, and within seconds their swords would be sent flying into the nearby dirt. With a huff and a puff she would sheath her sword and leave the boys feeling embarrassed.
It wasn’t until after long she desired more from her sword expertise and she knew of only one place she could get it. Being as smart as she was, she cut her hair to that of a boy’s length, and using cloth bound her petite chest flat. Then approaching the local castle she managed to find work cleaning out stalls. Although sooner rather than later she was found practicing with a sword in one of the stables at night as a Knight had come to check in on his horse. Finding this he became interested and watched her for minutes briefly. Coming out of the wood works he approached her which startled her, and she ended up pointing the sword at her as the Knight put his hands up and smiled. “My apologies son, I didn’t mean to startle you, but… you are quite good at that, where did you learn such things?” Saber raised an eyebrow at the Knight before she quickly realized who she was and sheathed the sword, quickly giving him a bow and then putting herself on one knee. “My apologies Sir Leon, you startled me…” She drew off as she couldn’t look the noble Knight in the eye, instead looking down at his feet.
“It is okay young stable boy. I am interested by your sword work. I will speak to the King tomorrow and see if he can promote you to something more up to your speed. Perhaps… my squire?” Her mouth was gaping open as she looked up at Sir Leon giving him a wide eyed look of shock. “Sir… Sir Leon… You would do this… for me?” She asked with a shaking voice as he replied quickly. “Of course I would, we need more people like you.” He exclaimed, she continued to stay down on one knee. “I am deeply honored.” He walked forward, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It is no problem. Sleep tight Saber.” The Knight soon left after checking up on his horse, and this left Saber sleepless all night.
The next morning she awoke with a deep ringing in her ears as she was told to dress in her best clothes and to report to the King admittedly. Within minutes she dressed and briefly washed herself before approaching her King. Where she was given the rank of squire and assigned to Sir Leon as per his wishes. Quickly with Leon she began her training as his Squire. Polishing his armor, his sword, making sure his saddle for his horse was properly cleaned and maintained as well as giving his horse special attention. At other hours she and Sir Leon would practice swordsmanship where even he was impressed with her skills and the ability to adapt to situations where she may not have the upper hand. Quickly over the years she continued to grow, and managed to hide her gender from the other Knights. At the age of twenty and after many years of loyalty to Sir Leon she was finally promoted to a Knight herself. Saber received a set of hand crafted armor and a sword, a sword better than the one she had been using all these years.
Her first mission as a Knight was soon approaching, and she hopefully reign victorious in battle. Although, that was not the case, as the two opposing parties met at the tops of each respective hill, and the horn for battle blew out a portal opened up in the middle of the battle field. Causing hollows to spill out into the battle field as the two opposing forces clashed. Some could not see them, but many could. Suddenly the two opposing forces were brought up against a common enemy. As the hollows roared into the battle field and Saber screamed at the top of her lungs. As her sword suddenly glowed with the light of the sun, cleaving hollows in half as she mounted her way through the battle field. It wasn’t long before her horses feet were cleaved from underneath it, causing her to tumble head over toe as she came up on her feet. Bring her sword up one hand on the handle the other hand taking the flat part of the blade as she blocked a blow from a particularly powerful hollow.
Another hit smashed into her, knocking her helmet clean clear off into the battle field. As her glorious blond hair filled the area or it seemed to at least. A battle scream exploding from her lungs as the brightness from her sword exploded sending a shock wave that knocked hollows down onto their feet. Although more and more continued to pour into the battle field, a never ending mass of them as they fed endlessly on their ranks. Finally Saber was the last one standing, her body completely covered in her blood, the blood of her foes, and her friends. Her body riding out the last bit of the strength as she stabbed and broke apart hollow after hollow, finally they over ran her. Biting into her, tearing her apart as they ripped her apart, a blow of white light consuming the area as her spirit finally passed from this world into the next.. Unfortunately that world was Hueco Mundo.
Hueco Mundo was a boring part of her life. During her time there she cannot remember much in-between feedings. For hundreds of years she just went from feeding, to feeding. It was really all a large blur. Going from one hollow transformation, to another, until she finally found a shred of intelligence when she reached her Adjuchas transformation, where she finally found her intelligence again, despite the fact she still had an unsatisfied hunger. From this point on she started to make more intelligent decisions but most of them were still lead by hunger. She continued to fight and eat her way up the food chain. Although her power and will were only meant to keep expanding, just like the power she had gained in her human life, and how she had died she was only meant for greatness.
It wasn’t until many hundreds of years later after fighting her way up the food chain that she was destined to become a Vasto Lorde Class Hollow. A class that was very rare in Huceo Mundo but it was her destiny to become as strong as one. Finally a form where she had more intelligence and especially more power, she had been waiting hundreds of years for something like this. Her hunger had all but become sedated, and little fragments of a life-long gone had finally started popping into her head. Looking down at her hands at the beast she was not and remembering the kind of life she had endured she was almost sick with rage. From this point on she started to murder the senseless hollows from around her. No longer eating them but killing them out of pure sport. She did this for years and she was known as a terror to anyone around her. Making friends with none, this was until she heard of rumors of another evolution that a hollow could partake. If she was strong enough it was possible for her to rip her own mask off and finally evolve into the final form. An Arrancar or so is what she heard it was called.
Taking her hands to either side of her face she screamed a human like roar as she tried with all her might to pull the mask off. Feeling her skin split with her face along with the hollow mask after much struggling the mask finally separated from her face as her entire body formed into a form she had not seen for hundreds of years, as a rush of twenty year human life flowed into her brain as she collapsed to the ground. Her true powers being forced into a sword that was black and bared markings in another shade of black but were clearly visible on the blade, pieces of her hollow mask still clinging to the edges of her face as she growled in triumph at the final evolution of it all, the power, the sword. Although she knew she’d have much to learn this wouldn’t stop her, no one would stop her.
With this she started to ask around and finally found out where she could go to figure out her powers. Las Noches, a place where other Arrancar could be found and a place where she could finally find her full potential and become the powerful person she was meant to be.
ZanpakutōName: Absorva
Sealed form: The same sword that is in the image. In its sealed form it is a long black sword that is more often held with two hands but can be held with one and is quite similar to a long sword. Her sword is black from hilt to tip and has slightly darkened markings along the length of its blade that only reveal themselves when blood is spilt.
Resurrección: After her call out phrase is called she proceeds to slice through each wrist if there is no blood already shed on the battle field. Her hollow mask reforms and she forms a full helm that covers the entirety of her face and then forms two large beautiful black wings similar to that of an angel. Symbols appear along the length of her sword that are quickly filled in with blood and the glow red with the blood of her enemies. Her armor taking on the same effects as once previously darkened symbols fill in with her blood and the blood of her enemies causing them to glow menacingly, the tips of her white wings also being stained red with blood. Little droplets of blood fluttering from her wings each time she flaps them.
Call out phrase: Blood Bath, Absorva!
Ability: The ability of her zanpaktou is very particular. The more blood that is spilt on the battle field the stronger she is. She can also use her own blood to enhance this ability. Blood constantly drips along the edge of her blade, and if anyone where to touch the blood they would find it extremely acidic. Along the acidity of the blood she can manipulate her own blood and the blood on the battle field.
Techniques: Blood Defense: Taking her own blood or blood from the battle field she coats her entire body in a thin layer of blood. This blood dulls the blows of attacks, and is only broken when their attack is above her defense. (Three Post Limit)
Blood Boil: Using her own blood she makes it circulate faster. Causing her to move and react to attacks much quicker than she normally can. (Two Post Limit)
Blood Attack: Using her own blood or others she can manipulate it to attack. Either using the blood off her own sword or swiping it, causing long arcs of blood to aim out at her opponent that can possibly burn them due to the acidity of the blood.
Blood Manipulate: Depending on how bloody her opponent is and how much blood is spilled she can manipulate the blood on the battle field, causing the blood to become sticky to temporary slowdown her opponent, or control the blood within twenty feet of her however she chooses.
Blood Transfusion: With this technique she can use her enemies blood or her own blood to transfuse it into her self or into others. Replenishing their blood so they do not bleed out, a slight healing property is applied to this blood healing someone slightly but only to external wounds not internal ones.
Role-play sample:- Spoiler:
A rugged man in his late thirties walked the streets of Nar Shadda. A stumble layered his face from several days of being unshaven, and there was a fine layer of dirt covering his entire body. Along with the dirt there was blood. His own to be exact. Caked onto the skin mostly around his neck, and on the bottom of his lip. Little splotches lingered on the rest of his body from the act he had committed. A bandanna was tied around his eyes. One large enough that covered most of his nose, all of his eyes and his forehead. The bandanna was red and it had a large symbol covering it. The symbol of his God who so readily took the eyes he offered to him for all the sin he had committed.
The symbol was a circle inscribed inside another circle, this was meant to represent the God's all seeing eye. Ever since he was a boy he had heard the God's whispers in his sleep, in his ears for every action he did and for a long time he obeyed the God's wishes. To his dismay little did he know he was suffering from a severe case of schizophrenia that would stay with him until they day he died. In the early years his God told him how to live. Every day he'd sacrifice some poor animal or when an animal could not be found he'd cut himself to offer his own blood to the God. It was only a miracle that he hadn't died of some infection or disease long ago. His body was riddled with scars that covered every part of his body from abuse and sacrifice that the God demanded.
Of course like all faithful people they sometimes lost their way, and that he did. When he stopped sacrificing he stopped hearing the God. That gentle whispered that was in his ear or lingered on his last thoughts when he woke for his morning routine. He fell deeply into Sin and his God hated this or so his mind made him believe. Every day he Sinned like no other man. Lust, he lusted after every woman he could get his hands on and laid more than one in his month full of sin.
Gluttony, he was not only a glutton with the many woman he slept with but also a glutton in food that he ate. Going from one cantina to the next for his next fix of food and flesh. Greed, he killed for money because he needed it for his his lustful and glutton desires. Envy for others played into this and his Wrath was unleashed to those who didn't deserve it. Sloth, this is also something he sinned against. He slept most of the time, when he wasn't lost in his Sinful ways. Of course the God was very angry with him and he started hearing the voices again louder and more powerful than ever. It demanded sacrifice for his sinful ways. Taking the one thing way that most people found precious.
His sight, the God demanded his eyes. With the voice of the God in his head, demanding his eyes at every waking moment. Screaming for the demand, he near went insane. So he could only give into his schizophrenic ways. With a blade he cut his eyes from his skull, and held one in each palm. Offering the eyes to the God he felt them disappear from his palms but in reality they only rolled out of his palms and onto the dirty god forsaken street. "Markus.." The God whispered in his ears.. "Take the bandanna and cover your eyes with it.. Let me show you the way, you will know when to stop.." Then the God admittedly went silent and that was three days ago.
He'd lived on street water, and hadn't ate anything. This was his punishment, he fasted for the God whose words hadn't graced his ears in two days. Barely taking time to rest he stumbled around the city blind to everything around him, the blood that had once flowed from his eyes clotting several hours after they were cut from his sockets. Finally he collapsed from exhaustion he couldn't handle it anymore. Falling to his knees at the beginning of an alley he looked up into the smog filled sky. One that he could no longer see. Asking out loud.
"Where do I go now God. Your words have fallen silent on my ears, you no longer speak to me. I am lost.. lost in this sinful city."
Collapsing forward his cheek hit the ground and he couldn't move. Tired, and sick he closed his empty sockets. Hoping the God would send him someone to save this sinner from dying in this place filled with some much joy, but in reality all of it was sin. He had paid the ultimate price, now the God would decide if he paid with his life.
Rank/level - ADP-1
Hankou -12
Reiryoku - 8
Hakudo - 9
Seijuu - 7
Bukijuu - 8
Hoho - 11
Total points: 55
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