Arrancar: ANSELMO HERMENEGILDO

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24

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Madness

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Adjuchas

Ace Attorney -- Larry Butz

6' 7"

184

Anselmo is a fairly tall and slender man with a slight muscular figure. His face is quite smooth and free of wrinkles due to him becomming a hollow in his early twenties. He has brown hair and brown eyes, which don't really stand out too much. He has thin eyebrows and eyelashes with a slight goatee, with a fairly thin face. He has a long neck with long legs and arms which are fairly similar in size.

Anselmo is usually wearing an everyday teeshirt with a long sleeve shirt over this. The tops he wears are usually a plain color, but sometimes he switches this up and may have patterns or a special design on it. For his bottoms he's usually wearing a blue pair of jeans. He will never be caught dead in shorts and rather distastes them. Besides the above he wears a pair of black skater type shoes.

Anselmo's hollow mask without it being broken looks like a skull with horns on it. The mask has several red lines in a design along it to add detail to the mask. When Anselmo removed his hollow mask to become an arrancar, the left half his mask in the front stayed on. The mask is broken off into perfectly straight lines on both sides of his face. Alot of the detail from the mask was located on the left and therefore stayed on while removed. Besides all of this Anselmo has his arrancar number located on his right shoulder. If one were to see it they would notice that the number four covers the whole top of his shoulder.

His hollow hole is a fairly small hole in diameter. It is a small hole in the top middle of his forehead. Due to its general area and location, it can be seen without much effort from long distances away. Though his hollow hole is in a very crucial part of his body, it hasn't manage to effect the form of his head, nor weaken his skull.

- Pranks
- Toying With People
- Sarcasm

- Serious People
- Weak Opponents
- Pacifists

- Insane (Slightly)
- Annoying
- Jokester

- Funny
- Sociable
- Friendly (Most o the time)

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name: Mente Mierda (Mindfuck)

sealed form: When Anselmo's zanpakuto is not released, the handle is about 14" long with a purple color to it. Above this is the hand guard which has a darker metal color to it with a special design on both sides of it. Above that we have the blade which is about 26" long. The blade is a very light colored metal which is very shiny due to being cleaned several times a week by Anselmo. The edges look very sharp, almost as if they are being sharpened every day.

release command: Let's toy with their minds... Mindfuck (juguete vamos con la mente...... Mente Mierda)

description: When in resurreccion, Anselmo's hollow mask completely reforms back to the way it was before it was removed. His overshirt that he is usually wearing turns into a long and red trench coat while remaining easy to meneuver in. The trench coat the he wears ends slightly above his ankles. His brown hair grows out and can be seen outside of the mask, as well as the hair color changes to resemble a silver color.

The blade itself stays relatively the same. The handle and everything stays exactly the same except the blade which is altered slightly. The blade color turns into a deep black and a strange deep purple mist surrounds him.
type: Hallucinations? See techs above ^

stat upgrades:
+4 Rei

+4 Sei

techniques:

For:Resurreccion
Name:Alucinante Niebla (Hallucinating Mist)
Type:Offensive
Cooldown:4 posts
Cost:Medium
Range: Medium
Description: A mist surrounds Anselmo that's in a dark purpleish color. Anselmo can move the mist around and position it wherever it is needed. Once he does so, he can manipulate it into any shape or form. Once it is in a form that he pleases. This can be done to in an attempt to either create a clone of him or someone else to play with his opponents head, or to get into a person through emotional issues.

note that you cannot start off with segunda etapa. It can be learned once the character reaches MT-2.

description: explain how the appearance of your character changes during segunda and their basic ability. It should build upon the appearance in resurreccion.

type: either list an element, or something else that clearly represents the abilities this character will gain in segunda etapa. Be aware that abilities do not stack (except stat changes), so all resurreccion techniques are replaced with the segunda etapa techniques upon release.

stat upgrades: which stats increase in res and by how much? Only fill this out after you have been given your class/level.

techniques: may have 4 to start. Register these through creation before adding them to your application.

Human
Anselmo was born a long, long time ago in Before Common Era times. This was probably around the 500 BC times. Due to his old age, he is slowly starting to lose count of his age. However he was born to a loving, caring family that were fairly set in the financial ways. Of course this was back before money was a prominent thing in the world, so one could not tell ones wealth in life by their currency, but by their items.

His parents raised him to the best of their abilities as parents and loved him very much. At a young age of about 3 he wasn't that much of a friendly person. While the other kids in the village were off either playing, he was sitting alone in the corners by himself, and this was worrying his parents. They would try to get their child to socialize with the children around him, but he would not get to know them all no matter how much they tried. They were becoming the parents with the odd child.

Anselmo's parents continued to love and care for him no matter what the others say, and he was fairly fond of his parents. Even though he didn't favor being with the other children around him, he loved being with his parents and learning from them. It was seeming like Anselmo was going to have a great life ahead of him. However his life would slowly take turmoil due to the lack of advancements in many aspects of life.

Due to the very little knowledge known in that age about the medical studies, Anselmo's parents quickly fell seriously ill by the time he was 13. He had coasted through life relying on his parents and depending little on himself. Even though this was the case however, he had learned the very basics of what he needed to do to survive on his own. However Anselmo had to suffer every day as he slowly switched rolls with his parents and begun to take care of them.

Anselmo went on with this lifestyle for the next year and a half or so, watching his parents' endless battle with their illnesses to try and stay alive. Everyday he would have to cook and feed them their meals, clean them up, and several other chores to keep them with the slightest bit of health that he could keep them in. Anselmo being only 13, this was starting to take a toll on him. Because his time was starting to get more preoccupied by taking care of his parents, he was starting to become sleep deprived. He was becomming more and more sloppy with everything he did. How much longer could he continue on this path?

This chapter in Anselmo's life came to a quick end after the year long struggle with their illnesses, they passed away. Anselmo happened to be out at the time scraping together food for them with the mediocre job that he was paid with food in. Upon returning to his home he glanced over at his parents and thought they were sleeping. Believing this to be fact in his head he left them so and went on to prepare a meal for them to keep their strengths up. He was however surprised when he shook them in an attempt to wake them up..... he was left with no response.

In now more of a paniced state he shook them as hard as he could, hoping that they were rather just in a deeper sleep than usual today, but after 10 minutes he gripped the fact that the obvious had happened. His parents had passed on. He got down to his knees and placed his head on his mother's now lifeless torso and began to ball his eyes out. He had gotten so used to living with them that he didn't know how to react at their death. He continued to kneel there for a good five minutes as he continued to cry his eyes out. After dealing with the first part of the initial shock, he looked up and saw something quite out of the ordinary.

Anselmo quickly rubbed his eyes in disbelief. He blinked quickly and then inspected the situation again. He wasn't just seeing things. His parents were standing up in front of him in full health, except they were slightly transparent and they had a chain coming out of their chest. Upon following this chain he saw their lifeless bodies still laying where they were, with the chain ending there. Being in a panic he shouted "H... Hold on! I'll help you!". Being a child and not thinking things through wisely, he grabbed a hunting knife that they had in their house, and separated their spirits from their body.

Anselmo quickly realized that this was a mistake as a parasitic thing started to form at the end of his parents' chains. From the looks of it these parasites were eating away at the chains and slowly getting closer and closer to their chest. Anselmo panicked and tried to get them off the chains, but this seemed to only make them attempt to eat it away quicker. Seeming that there was no hope in removing the parasites that were sealing his parents fate, he started to have an ominous feeling that he didn't have long with his parents. He sat down with them and they spent their last few moments together.

Time went on as they were down to their last half chain. With tears in his eyes Anselmo said his final goodbyes to his parents as they slowly started to scream in agony. Anselmo couldn't bare to watch. He ran out crying into the streets and found his way into a back alley corner. The thoughts of his parents screaming in agony as he left filled his mind and prevented him to think with logic. After being there for a while, he was approached by three older people, probably around the age of 17, but their hearts were filled with evil. "Ey kid, having a rough time?". Having no one else to speak to, he turned to them not being able to think of anyone else who would listen.

After he explained his situation to them they pretended to look like they were sad and felt the sorrow that he did inside. "Wow, that is a hard time kid. But hey, you got us! We street people take care of each other, and we got room for one more. Whuddya say kid, will you join us?". Anselmo didn't know what to do. He had never been able to talk to anyone before, however it seemed to be easy to talk to these people. After a while of contemplating this, he took up their offer and decided to join them.

Anselmo then grew up for the next 6 or so years with these gang of people, and it completely changed his personality. The once quiet and secluded Anselmo became an outgoing person, but he also gained some bad things as well. They were street people who didn't earn an honest living their life. They taught Anselmo how to steal and he adapted to this life fairly quickly. Another habit they were into his playing practical jokes on people. This is another thing they`d do to pass the time, and it get Anselmo into a pretty tight situation.

One day around the age of 24 Anselmo had decided to play a practical joke on three men walking by. Little did he know that they were actually a gang of well wanted criminals from another area of the world. They immediately saw him laughing in the corner chuckling. Anselmo immediately changed from laughter to straight out fear as he started running for his life. This chase went on for quite a while as he started to tire from running for a while. During this chase he started to think " Where are my friends when I need them? Why aren't they here to help me?". Eventually he was chased into a dead end. He pressed up against the wall as he stared deeply at the men infront of him.

" You messed with the wrong people". He looked at Almenso with deep disgust as he drew his blade. Flashing it around his face to intimidate him slightly. "You may not no who we are, but we're the Armendo brothers, big out east.". He was extremely intimidated as his heart raced in fear. Was he really about to die. Without furthur hesitation, the man slowly pointed the blade at Anselmo, and pushed the dagger into his stomach. He felt immense pain as he fell to the ground and his whole body felt heavy. Anselmo's vision went back as the world felt cold around him as he took his last living breath.

Spirit

Anselmo woke up some time later quite confused on how he was alive and in no pain. Then he looked down and was shocked by what he saw. Anselmo saw his dead body on the ground dead with the same chain connected to his body and chest as his parents. He sat down quite scared. Was he about to suffer the same fate that his parents had? He sat down beside his body and started to think. However, he didn't get too much time to do this before an excruciating pain came to his chest and he gripped the chain connected to his body and yanked. The chain quickly ripped off and he felt a second of relief.

He now wandered the mortal world for the next while. As the months went on his chain slowly and slowly started to eat itself away. As the chain would get shorter, more pain would come to himself. Slowly and slowly through the isolation and pain from his chest, he slowly begun to drive himself into madness. He would start talking to himself to pass the time during his days. He'd pretend that he was actually able to communicate with humans and lived out his life as if he was doing so. However, the constant pain that emitted from his chest kept on reminding him about his soon to be tragic fate.

As he was on the final link of his chain a year and a half later, he returned to his body in the worst pain he ever felt in his life. He could tell his time was near as the last bit of his chain fell off and his outer appearance started to chains. He turned into a Demi-Hollow and remained in that state for a while. "HAHAHAH! The pain. OH THE PAIN.". He was transforming and he was in pain, but he had an uncontrollable feeling that he was becoming more powerful than ever before. He could just feel it. lowly and slowly, his appearance started to evolve more and more into that of a hollow. Within 12 hours times, the pain and suffering he had felt had came to an end as he took on the form of a hollow.

Hollow

Now the Anselmo was in hollow form, couldn't remember anything about his former life. However, the area he was in seemed all to familiar, as if he had been there before. Then a new sensation gripped him, and it felt right to him. He felt the need to consume as many human souls as possible. Anselmo let out a loud screech as he moved on into the mortal world to consume the souls that he oh so badly craved. Anselmo had absolutely no idea who he was, or why he was here. But all he knew was that this new form that he had took on felt right to him, and he was happy to be in this form.

Anselmo spent the next 700 years or so in his regular hollow form. He had consumed countless numbers of souls in the years of being in this form. He had become used to this form and was able to get 5 human souls on average a day without even breaking a sweat. He had encountered shiningami a few times in the past, but mostly low level ones. Some of them had put up a good fight, and actually had forced him to pull back from battle a few times, but they were mostly just target practice for him. But lately, the human souls weren't satisfying him anymore. He found that they were tasteless and bland now. But a thought suddenly popped into his head. Why not eat other hollows? They were filled with souls and would probably make a tasty snack.

Anselmo had no started eating other hollows and frankly, they tasted very delicious to him. But it was hard to devour something the size of him, and eventually he found himself taking on the form on the Gillian. He started to move with the group of Gillian, but he noticed that they were mindless, while he still had thought. Anselmo didn't know it himself, but he thought he had the same mask as them, when really his mask was different. Anselmo went on through this pattern for about the time of 900 years. He spent this time devouring the hollows, filled to the brim with souls. They tasted really good, and made him feel powerful and dominant over them. But he wasn't powerful enough...

Anselmo went on progressively eating in this pattern, and eventually saw his form changing again. He had become small, and through years of experience much more smarter than any of the giant Gillian that there were, and due to the amount of consuming he and done, he was much more powerful than any of them. However he increasingly felt his hunger grow stronger and stronger as the days would drag on. He found himself having to eat more and more every day just to keep his hunger in check. This proved an easy task to him, however he was getting sick of this repetitive motion of feeding and defending himself from prey. He screamed at the top of his ling "I AM SICK OF THISS! SICK OF IT!". He slowly started to pull away at his mask. Relentlessly chipping away pieces of it as he slowly felt a grip on his human form coming back. He felt different, almost as if he was going back to a more human form, as his hunger felt more under control.

Anselmo was able to think straight now that his hunger wasn't always on his mind. Now that he was in a slightly more humanly form, he would be able to concentrating on becoming a more powerful being. He met up with a man sometime in the future who led him to a place called Las Noches, where beings like him existed. He soon found out that what he was is called an arrancar and they soon taught him how to fight proficiently in his form. He quickly became used to this new form and power he had been blessed with, and joined the ranks as a fraccion of Las Noches.

The air was cold and the world around him beautiful as he stepped out into the human world in the area of Karakura Town. Looking down at the street below from the building top that he was standing on, he stretched as he let out a loud yawn. "What a great day!" he said to himself. "A great day to cause some mayhem". Anselmo let out a quick laugh as he continued looking below. Though Anselmo was an arrancar and had many things on his plate, he couldn't help but do one of his favorite passtimes. Messing with the humans in the mortal world!

Anselmo leaped from building to building as he payed close attention to the people below. Keeping a close eye out for any people who looked like they would be a vulnerable victim to mess with; and possibly steal their soul. He had to search for a while, but he knew that through his time with patience, he would find the perfect person down below to mess with. Maybe it would be someone who was having a bad day? Or possibly someone who has recently lost a loved one? Anselmo was getting himself all caught up int he fun possibilities that would ensue as he stopped for a second to take an extra close look at this area.

When he stopped at the building and made his way to the edge, he looked down to see what this particular area had to offer him. His face lighted up when he saw someone below that he felt would make an absolutely good victim! There was a lady sitting on a bench outside a coffee shop. She seemed to be in a bad move over something, but Anselmo wasn't sure what yet. She had her head down, looking at the beverage she had in her hand, and seemed to have a very sad look on her face. " Aww.... Poor girl", Anselmo put on a mocking face towards her. "We're going to have to make your day worse!". He then leaped down onto the street and approached the coffee shop.

Once he got down there and close to the girl, he used one of his powers to make the girl start seeing things. Upon the girl looking up the world around her was starting to spin and the buildings were turning all different kinds of colors. At first she seemed really confused when Anselmo looked at her because she was making a very strange face. The people walking by would send her weird glances at her strange behavior. Anselmo laughed at all of this as he saw it as a joke. To him, humans' lives were just these things that are expandable due to the vast majority of them. Who's going to miss one human?

After Anselmo had felt that he had toyed with her long enough, he decided it was time to start really messing with her. He made her see very appalling monsters in her vision, some extremely grotesque than most people have seem. It took her a second to have the situation she was in kick in, before she let out a scream in terror. The people around her look at her strangely as they slowly started to back away from her, thinking that she might loose it on them. She got up and started to run away in many different directions. Now, Anselmo was getting a giant laugh out of this whole situation. To him; this was an excellent joke worthy of going down in the book. She would be a fun target to hit up another time... if she were to stay alive!

STATS:
HAN:8
REI:8
HAK:8
SEI:8
BUK:12
HOH:14
Points Earned:
Total points: 50

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