Post by dizzyizzy on Jul 19, 2010 14:37:07 GMT -5
Quincy Template
Name: Alexandretta Heartstring
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Personality: Dretta is a tough girl, taking no shit from anyone. She's lived a hard life, harder then some she believes and uses her experience to survive. She used to be a shy girl, caring even to those around her wanting to be loved and supported. She saw her disability as a way to get attention and help, but now she sees everyone's pity as worthless. She feels if you can't keep up with a cripple then you're not fit to survive in this new world and are no better then Hollow food...
She kills Hollows and has taken down an Arrancar that thought she was an easy target... she wears a small chain around her neck that has part of that Arrancar's mask-fragment on it like a charm next to her Quincy Cross. She uses it as a sign that she's not someone to piss off! "I'll stop at nothing to show the world what I have... and what I have is a kick to its cruel face!" Is something she believes fully and will do anything in her power to kill those in her way, man or demon...
Appearance:
Height: 5 feet 11 inches
Weight: 135 pounds(was 103 pounds before gaining Ranstengai allowing to build her legs back up)
Normal Outfits: A black tank top, a pair of black jeans, fingerless gloves, and just some black hiking boots.
Wheelchair: she has a collapsible wheelchair that she carries in her backpack. (yeah like the one in Avatar... sue me!)
Quincy Abilities:
Ranstengai: This is a high level technique that allows the user to control their body parts using strings of spirit energy controlled by their brain, forming lines or strings out of countless spiritrons. By using this technique, the user can control their body as one would a puppet, allowing them to move freely despite paralysis, broken limbs, or any other force that would impede normal movement. It was originally created to allow elderly Quincy to fight effectively.
This move is rare among the Quincy, but she has found a way to use it 60% of the day to allow herself to walk, though a struggle, like a normal person. Due to this she can always be felt by those looking for a spiritual energy seeing as 60% of the time she has this technique on... she can be sensed up to 30 miles away.
Reiryoku Absorption: Unlike Shinigami, who use their inner Reiryoku to fight, the Quincy fuel their abilities by absorbing the Reiryoku of their surroundings in the form of spirit particles. They primarily absorb them from the atmosphere, and have an easier time collecting this energy in environments with higher concentrations of spiritual particles, such as Soul Society or Hueco Mundo. To a sufficiently powerful Quincy, there is no difference between spiritual particles and spiritual energy as a source of power
Reiryoku Manipulation: one can manipulate spiritual energy for offensive purposes.
She takes hers in the form of a Crossbow and bolts. She can hold a 'spirit bolt' in place for long periods of time without it fading and can be fired when she wants it to by pulling the 'trigger'.
Human Ablilites: Hand-to-hand combat and tracking skills.
History/Background: Like all tragic stories, this starts with the ol' 'abandoned at birth' motif. Dretta's mother left her on a bus when she was three months old in the lovely city of West Columbia, South Carolina. She was placed in foster home after foster home living a depressing, but okay life til highschool.
Dretta was a shy girl, trying so hard to please those around her to get noticed. In highschool at 15 she wanted to be with the 'cool kids' so she started acting like them, being 'bad' and such and was finally accepted into their group. One night a few members of the group took her along to do some 'track jumping' Seven kids piled into the back of a pick up truck, found a hill with a railroad track at the top and started to do some 'jumpin'. Dretta and a few others were in the back, and some say it was due to bad timing with breaks or just the angle of jumping... but the vechle twisted sideways and hurled most of the kids, including Dretta out of the truck bed... Dretta gained a spinal injury, two kids died from their heads getting crushed under the truck, and the others a few scratches..
Life became one big pity train for the girl, seen as 'lucky' for living, yet life became hard... She was told she could never drive a car, never enjoy Prom or any dances to the fullest. She still has complete feeling from the knees up, below the knees the skin is partially numb, and over all the signals to the muscles are extremely weak making walking impossible.
At the age of 18, just before all this mess started, Dretta was on her own, and for a few months she lived from pay check to pay check as a telemarketer (people should be nicer to these guys... they are just doing their job!
). Since the accident she started to hate the attention and pity, even feeling bitter for how others saw her... it made her work harder trying to get better off.
Dretta was found by her mother and brought to Japan to join a secret order she was a member of, a secret order of a few remaining Quincies. After the cliche 'oh mother i found you' bull, she was taught their ways, her mother stated she could not care for her because at the time it was not safe for them... No quincy was ever truly safe, Dretta felt bitter.. that maybe if her mother had her she would still be able to use her legs fully.
One of the first things this order taught her was Ranstengai, she was able to manipulate it to her own style, making it where she could move her legs fully, not to perfection, but enough to pass as not being a cripple, but this was exhausting and she still uses a wheelchair even now, but with using Ranstengai she was able to learn to fight, creating her crossbow to battle and even hand-to-hand to survive.
To continue with the tragedy of this girl's life, the Hollow take over arrived some of the first to die were those who fought back at the start, her Order was one, sadly she was the only one to survive... such is the life of a quincy... Survival of the most Damned. This broke the last straw on what little of 'happy Dretta' there was, leaving behind a bitter and cruel woman who survived for herself and fought and killed anything that was not human. A mix of rage, jealousy, and revenge fuel her to fight and live.
RP Sample: "Breathe slowly... breathe deep... don't look back... do not look back" A woman sat against a tree, her legs crumbled under herself as she caught her breath. Ten yards away down a slightly steep cliff face laid another woman who was crying in pain; her leg broken in an awkward angle. "Oh god," she cried, "help me please!" she tried to crawl but would scream out in pain when trying to use her broken leg... moron.
"..." the woman against the tree closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt the arrival of a Hollow, judging by its pressure it was fairly powerful. She had turned off her Ranstengai and concealed her energy best she could... but she felt that the screaming woman was better way to conceal herself. "better her then me" she shrugged listening to the woman continue to beg for the dark haired, fighter to come back and help her... why should she?
The soon-to-be-dead girl had tried to climb the cliff side a different way, furthermore she bitched and moaned every step... She got what was coming to her for being so pathetic. It was sad that the woman would not see what was ripping her a part(seeing as she could not see Hollows at all), but at least she would not give that 'oh god it's a monster' scream. The woman pushed her shaggy black hair from her pale face her hazel eyes dull of emotion. The other woman gave off a 'OMFG it's eating me' scream... but after a few moments of that it was over. "... just gotta wait for it to move on" she yawned closing her eyes as she listened to the beast eat the woman... Alexandretta Heartstring, Survivalist.
Agree to Terms: Alexandretta Heartstring
Name: Alexandretta Heartstring
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Personality: Dretta is a tough girl, taking no shit from anyone. She's lived a hard life, harder then some she believes and uses her experience to survive. She used to be a shy girl, caring even to those around her wanting to be loved and supported. She saw her disability as a way to get attention and help, but now she sees everyone's pity as worthless. She feels if you can't keep up with a cripple then you're not fit to survive in this new world and are no better then Hollow food...
She kills Hollows and has taken down an Arrancar that thought she was an easy target... she wears a small chain around her neck that has part of that Arrancar's mask-fragment on it like a charm next to her Quincy Cross. She uses it as a sign that she's not someone to piss off! "I'll stop at nothing to show the world what I have... and what I have is a kick to its cruel face!" Is something she believes fully and will do anything in her power to kill those in her way, man or demon...
Appearance:
Height: 5 feet 11 inches
Weight: 135 pounds(was 103 pounds before gaining Ranstengai allowing to build her legs back up)
Normal Outfits: A black tank top, a pair of black jeans, fingerless gloves, and just some black hiking boots.
Wheelchair: she has a collapsible wheelchair that she carries in her backpack. (yeah like the one in Avatar... sue me!)
Quincy Abilities:
Ranstengai: This is a high level technique that allows the user to control their body parts using strings of spirit energy controlled by their brain, forming lines or strings out of countless spiritrons. By using this technique, the user can control their body as one would a puppet, allowing them to move freely despite paralysis, broken limbs, or any other force that would impede normal movement. It was originally created to allow elderly Quincy to fight effectively.
This move is rare among the Quincy, but she has found a way to use it 60% of the day to allow herself to walk, though a struggle, like a normal person. Due to this she can always be felt by those looking for a spiritual energy seeing as 60% of the time she has this technique on... she can be sensed up to 30 miles away.
Reiryoku Absorption: Unlike Shinigami, who use their inner Reiryoku to fight, the Quincy fuel their abilities by absorbing the Reiryoku of their surroundings in the form of spirit particles. They primarily absorb them from the atmosphere, and have an easier time collecting this energy in environments with higher concentrations of spiritual particles, such as Soul Society or Hueco Mundo. To a sufficiently powerful Quincy, there is no difference between spiritual particles and spiritual energy as a source of power
Reiryoku Manipulation: one can manipulate spiritual energy for offensive purposes.
She takes hers in the form of a Crossbow and bolts. She can hold a 'spirit bolt' in place for long periods of time without it fading and can be fired when she wants it to by pulling the 'trigger'.
Human Ablilites: Hand-to-hand combat and tracking skills.
History/Background: Like all tragic stories, this starts with the ol' 'abandoned at birth' motif. Dretta's mother left her on a bus when she was three months old in the lovely city of West Columbia, South Carolina. She was placed in foster home after foster home living a depressing, but okay life til highschool.
Dretta was a shy girl, trying so hard to please those around her to get noticed. In highschool at 15 she wanted to be with the 'cool kids' so she started acting like them, being 'bad' and such and was finally accepted into their group. One night a few members of the group took her along to do some 'track jumping' Seven kids piled into the back of a pick up truck, found a hill with a railroad track at the top and started to do some 'jumpin'. Dretta and a few others were in the back, and some say it was due to bad timing with breaks or just the angle of jumping... but the vechle twisted sideways and hurled most of the kids, including Dretta out of the truck bed... Dretta gained a spinal injury, two kids died from their heads getting crushed under the truck, and the others a few scratches..
Life became one big pity train for the girl, seen as 'lucky' for living, yet life became hard... She was told she could never drive a car, never enjoy Prom or any dances to the fullest. She still has complete feeling from the knees up, below the knees the skin is partially numb, and over all the signals to the muscles are extremely weak making walking impossible.
At the age of 18, just before all this mess started, Dretta was on her own, and for a few months she lived from pay check to pay check as a telemarketer (people should be nicer to these guys... they are just doing their job!
). Since the accident she started to hate the attention and pity, even feeling bitter for how others saw her... it made her work harder trying to get better off. Dretta was found by her mother and brought to Japan to join a secret order she was a member of, a secret order of a few remaining Quincies. After the cliche 'oh mother i found you' bull, she was taught their ways, her mother stated she could not care for her because at the time it was not safe for them... No quincy was ever truly safe, Dretta felt bitter.. that maybe if her mother had her she would still be able to use her legs fully.
One of the first things this order taught her was Ranstengai, she was able to manipulate it to her own style, making it where she could move her legs fully, not to perfection, but enough to pass as not being a cripple, but this was exhausting and she still uses a wheelchair even now, but with using Ranstengai she was able to learn to fight, creating her crossbow to battle and even hand-to-hand to survive.
To continue with the tragedy of this girl's life, the Hollow take over arrived some of the first to die were those who fought back at the start, her Order was one, sadly she was the only one to survive... such is the life of a quincy... Survival of the most Damned. This broke the last straw on what little of 'happy Dretta' there was, leaving behind a bitter and cruel woman who survived for herself and fought and killed anything that was not human. A mix of rage, jealousy, and revenge fuel her to fight and live.
RP Sample: "Breathe slowly... breathe deep... don't look back... do not look back" A woman sat against a tree, her legs crumbled under herself as she caught her breath. Ten yards away down a slightly steep cliff face laid another woman who was crying in pain; her leg broken in an awkward angle. "Oh god," she cried, "help me please!" she tried to crawl but would scream out in pain when trying to use her broken leg... moron.
"..." the woman against the tree closed her eyes and relaxed as she felt the arrival of a Hollow, judging by its pressure it was fairly powerful. She had turned off her Ranstengai and concealed her energy best she could... but she felt that the screaming woman was better way to conceal herself. "better her then me" she shrugged listening to the woman continue to beg for the dark haired, fighter to come back and help her... why should she?
The soon-to-be-dead girl had tried to climb the cliff side a different way, furthermore she bitched and moaned every step... She got what was coming to her for being so pathetic. It was sad that the woman would not see what was ripping her a part(seeing as she could not see Hollows at all), but at least she would not give that 'oh god it's a monster' scream. The woman pushed her shaggy black hair from her pale face her hazel eyes dull of emotion. The other woman gave off a 'OMFG it's eating me' scream... but after a few moments of that it was over. "... just gotta wait for it to move on" she yawned closing her eyes as she listened to the beast eat the woman... Alexandretta Heartstring, Survivalist.
Agree to Terms: Alexandretta Heartstring
