Name: Ceres Vermillion
Nickname: N/A
Age: 97; appears 16
Gender: Female
Weapon(s): Surprisingly hard and sharp fingernails, and sharp teeth.
Number: 27 (Quinto Fraccion)
Personality: Ceres is a strong willed girl, and has been since childhood. Ceres is often considered a tomboy; a very brave, strong and heroic young woman who often rejects following orders that cross with her personal beliefs. Her devotion to morals and integrity is rather unusual, considering her horrid past. However, she is a loyal and trustworthy Fraccion who will diligently follow the orders of her Espada, provided said Espada has proven his or her worth. Her level of maturity is questionable, yet she possesses uncanny intelligence.
Physical Appearance: Ceres has short blonde colored hair and blue eyes, which turn red when she becomes enraged or uses her resurreccion. Her figure is well developed. She usually wears a tight white Espada uniform with a short skirt, long white stockings, and tall black boots. Her number “27” is tattooed in black on her lower back. Her mask fragment is a line of short, sharp white spines that travel halfway down the back of her left shoulder.
Bio: Ceres grew up as a human in the early 1900’s, in Britain. She was orphaned at a young age when both of her parent mysteriously disappeared. After that, she had no choice but to become a “street urchin”, as she had no other family nearby that would take her in. She lived by stealing and taking what she could. It was safe to say that she led a shameful and miserable existence.
One night many years later, she was out walking around late, and heard a frantic scream. Instinctually, she ran to the source, only to see an older man grabbing the woman who had screamed. He shoved her against all wall violently, and took out a knife. That was it for Ceres; there was no way she could just stand there and let this happen. She yelled a rather profane curse at the man to get his attention, before running right up to him. Surprised at being caught, he thrusted the knife towards Ceres, but unluckily for him, Ceres had been into her share of fights during her time on the streets; she was no stranger to combat. With relative ease, she grabbed his hand before he could stab her, and after a brief struggle, swung him into the brick wall by that very same hand. Before he could get to his feet again, she kicked him in the side of the head, knocking the man out cold.
Later on, when Ceres and the woman she had saved were at the police station for questioning, the woman asked Ceres a few questions. One of them were “where do you live?”. Ceres tried to make excuses; she didn’t want anyone to know that she lived on the streets, but her dirty clothes and generally unkempt appearance made it impossible. After getting the truth out of Ceres, the woman offered to take her in, as a symbol of her gratitude. Ceres hesitantly accepted, and from then on lived a good life; one where she did not need to hide nor steal.
Many years later, she graduated from the academy at a young age and became a police officer. Ever since she had saved the woman in the alley that night, she felt the need to protect more people. In a way, it was her giving back what she had stolen in her early years…
Then, she met an abrupt and early end. There was a “domestic disturbance” and she was one of the many sent to investigate. Somehow, she was taken hostage by the main perpetrator. Unfortunately, her partner cared more about the takedown of this well-known criminal more than he did about Ceres’ life. So he shot through her to get to the criminal. They both died soon after.
She woke up again, finding that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from her body, surrounded in an ever-growing pool of blood. She couldn’t believe that her partner had done that! What about everything she still needed to give back, the people she wanted to protect? She couldn’t do that now… she heard a whimper and jumped a little, before she recognized the voice. It was the soul of the one who had taken her hostage. He didn’t seem to be taking his own death to well; he was nearly going into hysterics. Ceres noticed that he had an odd chain attached to his chest. Looking down, she saw that she did as well. She could feel an odd power in that chain; it almost felt as if it shouldn’t be there, as if ripping it away would release that power.
Power I can use to end him… She thought, obviously not in her right mind. Now she was becoming the very thing that she had aspired to fight.
Without a second thought, she grabbed the chain and pulled. She ripped it off in the first try and her spiritual form exploded in a flash of dark light. Further down the road, another being formed. Long-bodied and sleek, the creature most resembled a giant fox with golden fur and multiple tails. Each tail as well as its front paws tipped with the darkest crimson. A skull-like white mask formed over its face and it roared viciously, rearing up as wickedly curved black claws erupted from its toes in a splatter of strangely radiant blood. Lastly, a line of thin spikes poked out of its fur, running down the entire spine.
This new Ceres turned glaring red eyes towards the soul, who was still winded by the earlier explosion of reiatsu. It crouched down for a second, waggling its haunches, as if it were a cat about to pounce. The prey was in direct sight. Panting with excitement, the fox-like being began to run towards the soul, soon reaching a speed that could rival that of a cheetah. Once close enough, Ceres snapped at the soul’s neck as she went by, severing his head from his body. Then the hollow continued to run, vanishing into the night as a golden streak.
Sooner than later, Ceres found herself in Hueco Mundo. Her hollow instinct drove her on. She kept killing, and killing, almost getting killed a few times herself. Years later, she became an adjuchas. It seemed that the more powerful she got, the more of her original consciousness returned. Over the years, her shape had become increasingly more humanoid, she now resembled what many would dub as a werewolf, but her fox-like mask was still present, and she had a set of fuzzy pointed ears atop her head.
She hated it. She hated what she did, what she was, she hated everything. But she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t hide herself away; another hollow always wound up finding her and she killed again. Then that drove her to go on another rampage. There was no end…
Then one night, she got an idea. She had always heard that the easiest way to kill a hollow was to crush its mask; she had done it to many other hollows herself. She brought her clawed hands up to her mask and grabbed a hold of it. Right then and there, she hated that object more than anything. It represented how weak she was, how she had given up who she was in the pursuit of power. With a maddened shriek, she ripped the entire mask off of her face. After that, she knew nothing but pain, an incredible, burning pain. She thrashed around on the ground, scoring deep gashes in the ground with flailing claws and making rather frightening bestial sounds. Then with one last whimper, she raised her hands to her face, losing consciousness.
Unbeknownst to her, Ceres’ reiatsu had grown exponentially after she had torn her mask off, and arrancars from Las Noches were alerted. Interested in adding another to their ranks, they found Ceres and took her in. She wasn’t strong enough at that point to become one of the ten blades, but they figured they could still use her power. She was assigned to be Daxel Lexington’s fraccion, and ever since, she has dutifully stuck by his side.
ZanpakutōName: Relámpago Rojo Sangre; translates to "Bloodred Blitz"
Sealed form: An Aikuchi with a short 26 centimetre blade. The hilt and guard are both a metallic black, while the blade itself is a dark crimson. The entire weapon has an unnatural shine to it. The guard is oddly shaped; it looks like the head of a roaring feral animal of some sort, positioned in such a way that it looks like the animal is trying to eat it's way up the blade.
Resurrección: A murky black and red aura begins to steadily permeate the area around Ceres, before it bursts outwards violently. This aura then condenses and forms into a cluster of black and red flame-like aura that replaces Ceres' left arm. Her uniform turns from white to crimson, her eyes turn bright red and begin to glow eerily. In this form, her personality changes some. In stark contrast to her usual demeanour, she becomes wild and bloodthirsty. She can however, differentiate between friend and foe.
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Call out phrase: Take over, Relámpago Rojo Sangre...
Ability: The mass of reiryoku at Ceres' left shoulder can shrink and grow at will. In addition, it can cut things with ease. If one were to come in contact with the reiryoku, they'd feel a slow, burning sensation. She often uses this in conjunction with her claws to deliver quick, devastating blows.
Techniques: Fuego Loco; transates to "Mad Blaze"- Ceres pushes herself to the absolute limit, causing the reiryoku to flare up and cover most of her form. It gives her some resistance to enemy attacks, but it's main purpose is to allow her to use her entire body as a weapon. This can stay active for up to three posts, and she can only use it once per day.
Role-play sample:Look here!Statistics:Rank/level - ADP-0
Hankou - 11
Reiryoku - 9
Hakuda - 12
Seijuu - 10
Bukijuu - 9
Hoho - 12
Points awarded: 3
Total points: 63
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