Nisha Eshe - Arrancar

by Nisha Eshe Wed May 23, 2012 6:50 pm

A R R A N C A R
NISHA--- ESHE
Insanity

B A S I C S //

Laying down the bricks //

ABILITIES //
Proof of who I am //

Resurrección

• Resurrección Appearance Upon uttering her release, the glass blade suddenly shatters, leaving not a trace of the weapon. The glass particles float around her changing colours slowly, becoming a kaleidoscope of colours. At her shoulders what appears to be wings of glass appear. These wings are frightening, seeing as how every time they even flutter, twitch or move the scene on them suddenly changes. They look much alike to the mirrors that are seen in churches. Although the wings look like they're made of feathers, these feathers are each a blade of glass. All are as durable as the blade once was. The wings span three feet from her shoulder blades, and are used for blocking blows around her more so than flying. They're more for decoration seeing as how most shinigami/arrancar can float.

Her hair has grown down to her ankles and looks darker than the night sky, but if any light shows on the dark hair it looks red. It appears this way almost like it was soaked in blood, and left to dry before being dripped in it again. Its dark, and free, floating about her with mere ease. Her clothing has changed from its earlier state becoming more Victorian dress style, although the skirt is the only thing like that. At her waist is a corset The corset it the same shade as fresh fallen snow. Her one visible eye remain red, although what looks to be a tear tattoo is under her left eye. Her mouth appears to be sewn shut although, I wouldn't fall for that appearance.

Her unreleased weapon is a Khopesh. Her's curves sharply and is very deadly. Appearance wise, the blades colour is silvery white. In the middle there is carvings, that look like they're etched into the blade. It holds a unique trait to it, being that the blade is not actually metal, but stained glass. It is not able to be seen unless she goes under the light. The glass is dangerous, and more so sturdy than most glass, it is like pixie glass. Its 60 cm in length. The blade is only sharpened on the outside curve, the inside is used more for pulling and dragging etc. The khopesh is not a true sword but a specialized battle axe. This weapon does not make push cuts, but very powerful slashes like most saber's do. It hangs from her hip in a normal sheath. Nothing about the sheath suggest that it is such an odd weapon. The pommel of the blade is crimson, looking like its made from a bamboo of some sorts, while the sheath is the same colour.

• Call out phrase | "Shatter Hari Enzeru..."

• Resurreccion Ability |

Nisha now has full control over glass. Her sword which has broken leaving particles acts a lot like Byakuya's senbon Sakura. She is able to use the glass to from the windows that float behind her. If she uses the floating particles with her hands they react faster, moving quicker, although if she's caught in battle and distracted they seem a tad slower than before. Just like before she is able to make barriers which can protect her from others blades, or she can form weapons, etc behind the person stabbing through them. All though one of her favorite methods of dealing with someone is letting the shards of glass go by them in a swarm slicing through them. The blade has a passive ability that allows it to pass through any glass at all times without ruining it at all. Her whole body turns into glass its self and is able to be manipulated just like the shards she uses.

APPEARANCE //
Further than just the skin //

• Height | 6 feet
• Weight | 170 pounds
• Hair color & Style | Crimson, waist length.
• Eye color | Crimson
• Overall Appearance | Nisha is a shapely woman to put it lightly. Her ample bosom is roughly a DD cup; something which she finds is a pain and tends to get in the way. Her body figure is an hour glass, the curves noticeable on her. It isn’t uncommon to find Nisha wearing something that will make her body figure out when she can. Her stomach is toned to show the muscle there from years of working out. Nisha over-all is a beautiful woman which tends to draw in attention to her body. Nisha stands roughly next to six feet making her an amazon compared to some of the other women in Las Noches. Her legs are smooth and seem to be the longest part of her. They’re well-muscled showing the use that they get over time. Her feet are small, almost delicate looking like she keeps them bound in the traditional Chinese manner. Her hands are pianist hands with long fingers. The nails look sharp and well-manicured at all times. Her body skin colour is a pale white colour though when she tans she holds an olive look to her suggesting her descent is from Italy. The clothing that Nisha wears tends to vary on her mood during the day, sometimes she’s found in dress pants and a blouse with a lab coat, other times she’ll be found stark naked. It truly depends on her mood during that day. When it comes to marks, Nisha’s skin is flawless beyond the faded ink tattoo on her butt check that show the faint remains of number etched in there.

When it comes to her hair, Nisha takes great care of it. There is never a sign of it being damaged. The thick locks fall roughly to her hips. The tips of the thick hair curl slightly, clinging to her form. The hair is a shocking crimson when under the sunlight or moonlight. Without any light on the hair it looks almost auburn. Around her ears the hair is able to be tucked behind the ear so that it stays in place from coming loose. When it comes to her bangs they’re cut much shorter than the rest of the hair, on the sides of her face the hair falls to her jaw, lining it nicely. The fangs fall over her right eye covering it from view making most people wonder if there is an eye under it. It’s rare to see both of her eyes. Nisha likes to keep the eye covered from view thinking it adds to her style when it comes down to it. There are times when Nisha will pull her hair into either a bun or ponytail to keep it from getting in the way. The woman shows dedication to her long locks making sure they add to the image of her perfection. If anyone was to comment on the way the hair is kept it could be said that she’s almost obsessive with the look of it making sure it’s always clean. The only thing the woman enjoys pouring over her hair if not shampoo is the blood of another person.

Nisha has a serious set face. It doesn’t seem like a smile touches the features that often. Most of the time it almost seems like she’s avoiding showing any emotion to most people beyond the neutral stare. Her eye brows are the same shocking crimson as her hair. They arch slightly over the eyes helping to add to the very feminine look of her eyes. In the dark her eyes almost appear like a soft violet colour, though in real light it shows that they are a frightening red colour like the fresh blood of a person. Her eyes are the normal almond look. They’re generally narrowed as if she were to be examining something close to her. Which isn’t far from the truth. Her nose is small, almost turned up. It`s a small button like nose that most people consider cute more than anything else. Her lips are a pale pink colour, usually with the thin shimmer of gloss as Nisha tries to add a touch of woman like grace to herself. Her teeth are straight with no gaps and bight white colour showing the care that goes into them. Her face has a serious over all look but screams of a womanly essence.

It's not known if Eshe has an exact number on her. But that's because it's on the last spot someone would think to look at. It's one her rump, in a beautiful script like writing. The number is faded a bit but clearly shows the number on it. Or what remains on the number. Her hollow hole is in between her collar bone and throat. The opening is smaller than most hollow holes. Its roughly two inches in length and two in width looking like it is touching the edge of the bone along her neck.

Spoiler:

The weapons she carries depends on the occasion.
Meetings:
- Senbon (Throwing needles made of bamboo.)
- Tanto ( The blade is usually strapped under her right arm hidden under the uniform)
- Rapier (Left to hang at her right hip bone.)

Alone:
- Tanto (Strapped under her right arm).
- Khopesh (Hanging against her left hip).

Battle:
- Tanto
- Kopesh
- Senbon

PERSONALITY //
Understand the invisible //

• Positive Traits |

Helping - Nisha helps out the infirmary to make sure that the other hollows are still in one piece. The woman tends to spend hours of her time in surgery to repair arms, and other limbs. After all she doesn't like the idea of losing someone who could aid in their protection from shinigami. It isn't rare to see her coming to her home covered in blood from the people who she's helped patch up in the end.
Creative - Nisha will find a solution to any problem someone presents her. If they need something fixed or made she's the person to approach with their thoughts. The woman will do her best to make sure everything is in working order.
Calm - It is very hard to bother the arrancar. In fact most of the time she'll just shrug people off and ignore them the best she can. Most things don't even seem to phase her because of the fact she keeps all the negatives she knows exist about her hidden in another level of her mind.
Curious - Nisha is always trying to find something new about other people and things. It isn't rare to see her trying to capture another person to do tests on them. The thought tends to tempt her more than anything else.
Content - Nisha is content with her life style, never trying to change it. She's more than happy with the pattern she's set for her life to make things work out for her.

• Negative Traits |

Vicious - Nisha is very violent when it comes down to it. She has no qualms about tearing someone limb to limb if they deserve the punishment. There is nothing in her that is against using the violence to find out the reasoning of the person's menality.
Cold - It doesn't seem like Nisha has any real emotions towards the people around her. In most cases she's very keen watching their every movement to see what would happen with the person. In the end it's like a scientist watching a subject to find out interesting information.
Mysterious - Nisha doesn't let people get close to her. She doesn't do this out of anger, but more so she has never had anyone to tell things to. Due to this no one knows a single thing about the arrancar.
Sadomasochist - The woman likes pain and enjoys getting it back. It seems like something in her past has made her like this. It is fun to be able to fight as she wants without being hampered by something stupid like pain.
Aggressive - Nisha tends to come off very aggressive towards other people. Despite not meaning to it comes off a lot. In most cases the woman doesn't understand she seems to be coming off in a manner which people would find unsavoury.

• Habits |

Smiling - Despite not knowing much about real emotion due to the effect time has placed on her, Nisha will offer a smile to anyone who will need it. She does her best to look like she does care for the people around her. The smiles seem out of instinct, there isn't any real emotional value behind them.
Touching - Nisha tends to touch people and objects to get a feel for them. It'll be a soft stroke or something of the likes. It's out of habit that she end up doing this. When she had turned into an arrancar the sense of touch had amazed her enough that she would touch anything that she could get her hands on.
Staring - Nisha doesn't realize that staring at someone is considered rude. So she'll end up keeping her eyes locked on the person if they're interesting her. In the end she'll stare to them without thinking. Sometimes she doesn't even blink. She'll have the habit of going deadly still while staring at the person of her interest.

• Aspect of Death | Insanity - I implore you to stop from your meaningless trifles and look upon your brethren for they are animals much as you. Allow yourself to see them and then rip them apart slowly! Haha! Don't leave a single remain to waste away in this lonely desert of broken dreams of the soulless.
• Fears |

Not having enough things to test her theories on. Nisha likes to take people apart to see how they work inside. So if she were to be all alone she'd probably end up going mad from boredom.
Witch hunts - Due to her past of being burned as a witch, Nisha doesn't like people mentioning witch hunts around her. She gets very aggressive if someone does bring them up around her.

• Goals |

More test subjects.
Create a science lab for herself.
Change some shinigami to see if they can become something else.

• Overall Personality |
Are you here to analyze me? How quaint.

If one was smart they would realize how perfectly sane Nisha comes off. Despite being the arrancar of insanity it seems that she will mirror a perfect sane person. Though that doesn't mean underneath is the true beast. It just shows the full of control that the woman holds over her true prowess. When it comes down to it Nisha is used to being able to help when she'll drop into a natural rage. One thing noticeable about Nisha is the calm demeanor that seems to spread from her body in a comforting wave. Most people who end up in a conversation with her won't feel anything frightening come off of her. In fact she seems almost like a mother like role when she does end up conversing with those about her. It isn't often that she'll be seen helping out in the medical section of Las Noches to help the wounded recover. It almost seems questioning why a woman who wants power would help the weak to recover. There seems to be hidden motives in her. These motives are what make the most sense to her in the end of the day. The insanity is only a glimpse away when the facade is lowered. She'll act very proper around people to the point that she's smiling and asking about their day despite not truly caring. She is only calm when it comes to finding out another one of her goals. If a pawn can help lead to the power being in her hands then the arrancar will use the information to her aid. If there is one way to describe Nisha it is resourceful. In the end she`ll do her best to make herself appear like the lesser evil when the other races are involved. It’s not a surprise she`s even tempted shinigami to come to her aid because she isn`t a demon like they may claim about her. Nisha is a seducer, not in the sexual manner but or power. When someone wants the power to gain for themselves she’ll more that willingly offer such a thing to the person.

If I laugh or weep will you know the difference?

Below the mask of calm the woman is known to be on the edge a lot. Things will get her angry despite doing her best to make sure she doesn`t let anyone know when they’ve hit a nerve. In ways Nisha is a very close person keeping those around her out of her personal feelings. Insanity lurks through her showing that despite holding herself to a higher standard than the other arrancar she is just as much of a monster as they are. It is hard for her to fully accept what she is. There is a pureness to the madness that plagues her mind. Despite being above those around her there will be moments of weakness when she shows exactly what she is. A monster can only take so much prodding before showing its self to the world around it. When you get down to the primal part of Nisha she is much more of a monster than most of the Espada would even equate to be. Insanity tends to make the woman irrational, not to mention she sees things while like this. The things she sees could become real if she paid enough attention to the thing. It almost seems like the state of her mind is in the most questionable form than normal. There will be moments when she`s laughing at nothing like it was one of the best jokes she`s ever heard, then she`ll pause and could be crying the next moment. There is no such thing as a middle ground with the way her mentality is. It seems to regress under moments of extreme stress though she`ll never let that stop her when it comes to facing the dangers presented constantly in Las Noches. If anything the irrational woman becomes the strongest when she accepts the ailment that plagues her mind like a dangerous disease.

If you could come to my bed, would you?

Desire is one of the things at the core of Nisha. Not the desire that comes from sex, but the desires of knowledge that will help her become more from her bounds of a monster. Nisha fully considers herself a monster the information tends to disappoint her. Nisha wonders if the arrancar could ever reach a pinnacle in their existence where they are whole like shinigami are. The information makes the woman almost desperate to search for the information. It’s not beyond her to pretend to care for someone if it means she’ll be closer to her goal of seeing the truth behind what arrancars are. When it comes down to it, Nisha is very much a scientist who’d tear someone apart to see how they work. In fact there are rumors that she has ripped apart arrancar that disobey her orders. Nisha doesn’t care the goal the other person has as long as she finds out what she needs. In most sense of the word the woman considers herself neuter of gender until it becomes useful in some form. Hell it wouldn’t be uncommon to see her roaming around naked. That’s how comfortable she is with her body and what she really is. Nisha isn’t much for covering the reality of what she is. Nisha offers temptations to those who aid her. Anyone that willingly helps the arrancar find out information is usually paid back in which ever manner they desire. It isn’t uncommon to find her offering them more power if they successfully help her how she wants them to. Due to her search for having knowledge, Nisha found out she is a sadomasochist who has fun tormenting those around her. Wounding her doesn’t bother her in the least. The more blood the better. Or at least her insanity agrees with such sentiments from her. The more she bleeds the better the knowledge is in her own eyes.

HISTORY //
Tell me a tale... //

The witch hunter’s wife.

Spain was a lovely country, boosting in economy throughout it. A noble man became infatuated with a beautiful woman who seemed to be capturing men’s hearts keeping them captive. The woman was known for her beauty though most of the noble men didn’t want to go after her. There were rumors that she was a gypsy with gifts in dark magic. The whispers of these things made most people weary about the woman who they knew nothing about. The noble man was named Ciro Eshe. He was not one to take no as an answer. Despite knowing that the woman liked to dabble in things that the saviour Christ did not approve of he took her hand in marriage. It was the first time that the house of Eshe had an outsider mixed into the flock. That alone seemed alien, and then once people know that she was being rumored as a witch there was more unease in the family. It was hard for them to get used to the strange woman but once she was with child the family relaxed some. The child was named Nisha once it was born. Ciro would’ve preferred a son but he couldn’t ignore the beauty of his little daughter. The look in her eyes seemed to be one that was long before their years. It was during this time that Ciro had his wife learn the power of Christ making sure that she did not attract attention of the witch hunters that seemed to be spreading through Europe. It wasn’t strange to see them pass through the Spanish village. The noble family even housed a few of them at times. Ciro’s wife was curious about the witch hunters and would talk to them pretending to be a good god believing Christian who did not doubt anything the testament had to say.

During these times Nisha’s mother was teaching her daughter the family trades from her side. The tarot cards and how to use various herbs if she ever caught sick, these were all trades known in their family line. The small child was quick to learn. As she went through the years, Nisha was more interested in the gypsy line than the Christ loving one. She didn’t understand how a man could come back from the death with nothing wrong with him in the least. Nisha had to wonder if they were merely being brain washed into believing something with no real truth to it. Questioning god was enough for Ciro to threaten to beat his daughter if she did not learn to fear and love god. The young girl pretended that she believed in the testament so that things were easier on her. During this time Nisha became friends with one of the traveling witch hunters. He was a lord from one of the other villages with a lot of money. The Eshe family was thinking that it would be a perfect match if she married the man to bring wealth into their family line. The witch hunter was not opposed to Ciro’s request. The dowry was more than enough to have any man with his mind in the place of greed to accept. At this point Nisha was a beautiful young woman with crimson hair that fell to her waist. Her eyes on the other hand were a soft hazel colour which seemed to draw people into them. Nisha was as much as beauty as her aging mother. It seemed that the family was going to be tied with one of the families known for witch hunting. Perhaps then theis would end the rumors about the family.

It was during this time Nisha found out she didn’t enjoy being a simple house wife, doing as she was told. There was no fun to sitting at home to have children. Though she did end up pregnant with a son. Her husband was happy that he was going to have children filling up his house; it seemed that Nisha was quite fertile when it came down to it. In the end she gave birth to Vincenzo, the name chosen from her husband. Nisha didn’t know how to feel over being a mother but it secured her family’s place in with money so her father was content. In the end the woman ended up doing her best but was glad they had a nanny to watch over the child. Nisha didn’t know anything about raising a child. So she focused on the garden she had in the back yard growing her herbs for healing just like her mother taught her. At this point in her life Nisha was only fifteen years old, which in truth was a normal age to be a parent due to the short expected life span of the people in this time. Nisha heard about the holy crusades and how they seemed to be drawing closer to their village causing death and mayhem where ever their reaches touched. It was during this time that she found out the group of gypsies her mother was born from was running around looking for somewhere safe to hide because they were being hunted as heretics who deserved nothing more than any death that would find them in the end. Nisha’s husband was one of the men after the gypsy tribe. That thought made the woman a bit upset. It wasn’t right that he was doing this to her people.

The one night that her husband was gone, Nisha let her people stay there in the large manor. After all who would look for vermin in the hunters own home? It was during this time that Nisha bonded with some of the other men and women wanting nothing more than to understand her heritage. After a few hours of gaining some knowledge the woman decided she was going to escape from being a noble man’s wife. She couldn’t handle the thought of being stuck there with a cruel man who killed people just on rumor. It wasn’t right in the least. So during the night she gathered her belongings and Vincenzo before setting off in the night with the gypsies.

Running from the nightmares.

It was during this time of fleeing that Nisha bonded with her son. It was strange actually realizing that she was getting along with the young child. In their escape news came to Nisha that her husband was hunting them. That he wouldn’t let them take away their only heir. It was during this time that the young woman realized she needed escape even if it was a long time away. Or far shot away at that. It wasn’t hard to want to be something more. Her whole life she was locked into being something someone else wanted her to be. It was getting to the point that Nisha didn’t know who she was. Merely a pawn in the games that the nobles used to win power it seemed. Her husband was hunting them relentlessly. He could not let such a dishonor happen in his family. It was during this time that she became close to one of the gypsy men who cared for her and her son. The warmth of his caring was new compared to how her husband treated her like a favorite hunting dog. To be respected by someone seemed to be much more an honor than to be lusted after. Nisha found out that she could read tarot cards to perfect accuracy so between the small villages they stopped many people wanted her to do their readings to see what she had to tell them. Nisha enjoyed having people interested in her work despite the witch hunters knowing her name was becoming more of a target. At times Nisha wondered why her husband even bothered coming after her.

One of the nights she was doing a nightly reading for herself Nisha foretold her own death. The information was grave. What was she to do with her son if she was going to perish? That was her next question to the cards. They seemed to be unresponsive hiding what could happen in the future if she didn’t plan to do the right thing. With the news of her death, Nisha asked the man who she cared for if he’d protect her son. The man didn’t question it though he was crying at the fate which came up asking if she could be wrong in the prediction. All this drew was a thin smile. In the end she left the small traveling troupe of gypsy giving her son everything but the clothes on her back. Nisha had a horse that the gypsies gave her so she decided to ride into the wilderness to trail the witch hunters from her son into the darkness of the wilderness. Her heart was breaking. Perhaps she would’ve had the chance at a normal life with someone who loved her and her son. Those odds were now gone in the wind. What was she to do? Every moment it felt like she was losing a part of herself. Her husband continued on her tail following after her with everything he had. It seemed like a sad deranged game of cat and mouse. After traveling for a solid week Nisha stopped long enough to make herself a makeshift hold up so that she’d be able to rest while the witch hunters came after her. There was no way that she’d be escaping the reach of their blade. No way would that she be able to escape the holy crusaders who could claim something wasn’t right and all people would turn on it. It wasn’t right for anyone to have power like that.

After a couple days of waiting the troops approached. Nisha could hear the labouring of the horses and the feeling of death that hung in the air. Her husband was the first to come on her. Nisha smiled to him while he spit to her calling her various names. Whore of Babylon seemed to be one of the names he favoured when it came to the beautiful woman. The other knights ended up on her small camp the large charger horses looking tired from the hard travel. The thin smile she ended up giving them all was more than enough to enrage them. After all witches were supposed to fight them, yell, cry for mercy, not smile! The knights in outrage took her down though the woman didn’t struggle. As they tied her up her husband realized that their son was not with her. When questioning his wife as to where their child was Nisha could only laugh telling him that he’d never get his paws on her son. She’d come back from hell before she let him find their son. For a few days she was kept around, being beaten and violated by the knights who often did such a thing to witches. After all they weren’t really people now where they? By the time they chose to kill Nisha the woman didn’t even respond to them. Her eyes held a flat look almost like she was dead. Which wasn’t true, she just knew better than to sell out the people who cared for her when no one else seemed to give a damn. The gypsies had her respect no matter what happened.

In the end they tied Nisha up, before setting her to on fire to burn to death. They said that such a fate suited a woman such as herself who worshipped the devil. As they said their prayers, Nisha laughed. The laughter echoing through the woods they were in. It was enough to frighten the knights. After all her body was burning away. Most women by this point were sobbing and screaming wildly. The hazel eyes reflected crimson in the haze of the fire when she looked to her husband and murmured ‘I don’t need your damn prayers I’ll come back and murder you if nothing else. So may you suffer just as your precious knights will in the future. And with that she died.

The demon which consumes.

Nisha thought that the world should’ve stopped for her. Yet she was standing where she burned to death watching her husband with suddenly clear eyes. The chain in her chest wasn’t connected to a thing. Though it appeared to be eating its self slowly consuming away what pureness might remain. It was during this time that Nisha listened into her husband’s plan on finding his son. He planned on destroying the gypsies which she had been spotted with. The thought angered the soul who seemed unable to do much beyond watch. Staring at where he was the man couldn’t help but shudder. In only a couple days of their camping there did her soul transform from a mere human into something more. A snarl rose from her throat into the air. Most of the humans who were there jumped, frightened at the noise which seemed to rise from the earth. They remembered her threat and wanted to get out of there before whatever was lurking tried to devour them. The thought was one that amused her more than anything else. They wanted to escape the vengeance in which Nisha would reap from their souls. Her new body was animal like, wings along the back. She looked like a dragon pulled out of lore. Though the only thing that seemed odd was she didn’t have eyeballs just a soft red glowing from within the eye socket. Few of the men were spiritually aware; those were the ones who screamed first. They grabbed what they could before vacating the camp in which the witch had died. Those that couldn’t see what was there thought that their friends had merely been frightened from the thought of the witch coming back to kill them all.

Nisha watched the remaining men before killing them. She slaughtered those that remained but realized her husband was one of the one’s who had fled. He had the gull to call her a witch but never admitted he could see the creatures after death? The woman laughed to herself, it came as a growl from the large maw of the dragon like hollow. Nisha decided she’d follow them now after she devoured the other souls. Her body was feeling stronger with the new souls joining her own. That pleased the dragon. Nisha didn’t seem to have any rational thought left. All she wanted was to hunt him down, tear his flesh apart. All Nisha wanted was to protect the man whom she loved and her son. Her husband was going to kill them. That was something that she was aware of. The witch hunter was after the gypsies. With a soft push of her wings the large dragon like hollow was air borne moving with a delicate ease. Following the witch hunters was easy enough. Any time they stopped at a village Nisha would kill people, slaughtering the souls. It soon became rumored that the troupe of witch hunters were demons who wanted nothing more than to destroy all the good Christian men and women. The thought was enough to amuse Nisha. She’d tear them apart and enjoy the taste of their souls while the villages burned to the ground. Soon enough the hollow knew the men were reaching their breaking part, always ducking and flinching when they saw something fly overhead. Perhaps they made a mistake trying to kill this hollow. Nisha was enjoying their suffering, maybe they would learn that wrongly killing people was going to end with their own deaths after she felt they suffered enough. She was doing this for all the innocent souls they slaughtered.

During this time her husband came across the gypsies he had been hunting. Nisha watched curiously knowing the gypsies could see her due to their spiritual nature. Most of them thought it was one of their gods there to protect them. Nisha would not deny such a claim. If they wanted her to be their god that protected them from the evil of the witch hunters then she accepted this. She accepted being a monster to make those around her safe. Nisha’s mind was no longer the same, she was fully insane. As her former husband advanced on the man she loved and her young child a snarl of warning escaped the large body the crimson eyes flickering with pure hatred. The next thing the man would know was he was being tossed like a rag doll towards the sky. Her former lover spoke rapidly thanking her. Nisha merely growled deeply almost tempted to see what he tasted like to her. The woman acknowledge she was something out of a nightmare now. Watching her husband hit the ground hard the snarl from the dragon echoed through the gypsy camp as they watched in terror mixed with wonder. Never before had the gods protected them in such a manner. The dragon devoured the witch hunter before lifting the large wings which were pressed against its slender frame. Nisha threw one last look to her son and lover before leaving the village feeling that the torment of her now dead husband had much been worth his suffering. He deserved every inch of the death he suffered, all the knights that hunted her got what she promised. Their god would not protect them from the anger of the dragon.

Little did Nisha know but a shinigami had been watching her. The shinigami was a captain, the white haori fluttering slightly. The man hadn’t stopped her because he felt that those men deserved the death which she gave them. Though he’d have her head for all the innocents she also slaughtered in the name of revenge. She wasn’t innocent, just like her husband hadn’t been. Nisha left though. Without anyone telling her the hollow decided it would return to Hueco Mundo away from the men and women who were living their lives happily.

You protected me.

During her time in Hueco Mundo Nisha had gone from a hollow to a Gillian, and then an adujchas. Her power was surprising among the other beasts that thrived in their environment. During this time Nisha had consumed more souls. All that was left on her was the mask which moved the face fully. The women didn’t know how to react to the mask though a question burned through her mind. Would it hurt to rip off the mask? The question was one that whispered through her mind for days like a caress of a lover. Soon enough she gave into the temptations that her mind whispered of, ripping the mask clean from her face. Pain, so much pain. Nisha didn’t know how she felt about it before passing out in her own blood. When she woke up again she found herself in a bed, the room around her stark white. There was a man peering down at her with amber eyes and gray hair. Slowly he smiled to her before asking what she had been doing out in the desert like that. Surely she should’ve known better than to do such an act and leave herself vulnerable. Nisha admitted it was foolish and questioned who the man was and what he wanted from her. The man answered with the fact he was an espada who had been watching her for awhile now wondering when she would finally try and rip the mask clean from her face. It seemed she was more of an expert on the thing than she thought.

[Will add more during RPing with her]

by **Ravilin** Tue Jun 05, 2012 12:00 pm

Looks good, passing onto try-out.

Nisha Eshe - Arrancar

Nisha Eshe - Arrancar

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