Lewin Leofwine

name: Rosas Pintadas (Painted Roses)

sealed form: His zanpakuto is in the shape of a silver bladed katana. The hilt is a black rose shape with a black hand wrapped up in blue ribbon, a blue rose attacked to it at the end. Its sheath is black as well, blue designs or swirls and roses going down its two sides.

release command: Dibujar (draw)

description: Lewin's overall form down't change too much in height or weight. The most noticeable change is the bone white spikes that have penetrated through his skin much like thorns. There is one at the base of his original mask fragment, resembling a single horn. Another place they peak form are in the style that resembles a spiked necklace around the base of his neck under his hollow hole. The remaining spikes may show up in different areas, never truly uniform to his resurreccion. As the fight goes on even more of these thorns begin to sprout though slowly.

His out fit changes slightly as well. Around the sleeves of his coat, black shredded, thick fabric hangs down to his knees, seemingly soaked with something. They are attached onto his sleeves by what looks like black, thorned stems. His shirt is gone during this form, revealing his torso with a violet liquid pouring down it from his hollow hole.

The purple liquid is in fact ink. It drips not only from his hollow hole but also from the pointed ends of his thorns. Also it constantly flows from underneath his sleeves, varying in amounts depending on how much he may need at one time. it can be a slight trickle to a blast as rivaling that of a powerful hose.

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type: Ink Manipulation

stat upgrades: +2 BUK +2 SEI +4 HAK

techniques:
Name: Hojas Pintadas (Painted Blades)
Type: Offesive
Cost: low
Range: close
Description: Using the ink that has already flowed from his body, Lewin can create different kinds of bladed weapons with it. They only remain as strong as he real thing for a total of two posts before they begin to quickly revert back to their liquid ink state.

Name: Bestias Pintadas (Painted Beasts)
Type: Offensive
Cost: medium-high
Range: medium-long
Description: as more ink spill from his body, Lewin has more substance to work with. This allows him to create more. Nearly any creatures (including humanoid) he can picture in his mind can be shaped into an inked form, flying out from the puddle he has formed. The size and power of what he can create depends upon the amount of ink he has released. The more ink he produces the larger his attack can be. They can only travel so long as they do not leave his puddle of ink completely. If they come completely unattached they with instantly lose their shape and fall back to the ground as puddles.

Name: Senoras Pintadas (Painted Ladies)
Type: Passive
Cost: low-medium
Range: medium-long
Description: Should his enemy falter into allowing themselves to step into his grow puddle he can create the forms of three headless women reaching up from the ground right under his opponents feet. Latching themselves onto what they can they pull down on his opponent as a way to possibly keep him in place. The stronger his opponent may be the more energy Lewin has to put in to bind them. Much like Hojas Pintadas, his women can only last for two posts before they begin to weaken and seep into liquid forms. Once used it it can't be used again for another 3 posts. This only works as long as he is in contact with the ink puddle he is using to create them.

Name: Bosque Pintadas (Painted Forest)
Type: offensive/defensive
Cost: high
Range: long
Description: when enough ink has been spilled, Lewin can clearly create larger, more detailed things. The show stopper of these is the violet ink forest he can create. From the outside it does not appear that large, 70 yards in diameter at best. What he can do to make it seem like it goes on forever thought is change it with his ink, allowing it to move and shift paths. For him this allows easy hiding. It also allows him a great way to sneak up on his enemy because unlike a majority he can sense the entire terrain that is shifting seemingly nonstop. This is very taxing for him though. Often he has fought a long battle already for this much ink to be released and by then he is worn out. Because of this can only be used for a duration of two posts before it breaks down into nothing more than the puddle it started as.

Lwein was born in England a few decades into the Industrial Revolution. His parents had already moved into the city before having him. They worked in the factories and made low wages at that. His mother even found herself int the center of a tragic loom accident that cost her her arm. With only his father able to work for the first few years of Lewin's life it was a miracle the new family were able to survive on what little they had.

By the time he was four he was working in the same factory as his fatherm bringing home what little money he could. Despite how tired or hungry or sore he ever was he found a way to make time for drawing in the dirt outside of his apartment building. And if he ever had the chance where someone would offer his up some paint, he took it, leaving more permanent pictures on the outside crumbling brick of his building.

With time he seemed to get better at both working and painting. His father was set on getting his son to work more. He was growing tall quickly, becoming strong too. He would be able to do a lot more things boys his own age weren't capable of and could perhaps make more money. However it didn't seem Lewin was too keen on this plan. He was more than content this way. In the end it paid off.

When Lewin was 17, for whatever reason it may have happened, a wealthy man has been walking through his neighborhood one day. He spotted the painted side of an otherwise horrible looking building and found himself stunned. It also just so happened Lewin had gotten a fresh tube of paint and was adding to this painting. The man approached him, offering him something he couldn't think to refuse. He was offered a place in the man's home, painting portraits of his family. Without saying much of a word he left with the man, some unknown force pulling him.

That was when he met the man's daughter. She was only 5 at that time but it was clear from the beginning that Lewin adored her. If it hadn't been for her he would have been sent out on his merry way after finishing his portraits. But she instantly clung to him, and it broke her father's heart to see her so upset when Lewin had told her he had to leave. So he was offered a permanent place to stay, much like an adopted son and he couldn't have been happier.

However as the years passed the closeness the two had began to be looked on in a different light. Here this man in his twenties was, constantly staying by the side of a girl that had just recently turned ten. It didn't seem natural the way he carried her everywhere nor how he would even sleep at the foot of her bed most nights.

What drew the line was one night when the girl's father walked into his daughter's one night to drag Lewin away for a talk. What he laid his eyes on was an innocent kiss good night from the girl, placed lightly on Lewin's lips with no other intentions behind it. Even still, Lewin soon found himself on the floor, being pulled by his hair out of the room leaving a crying girl behind.

Of course that wasn't the whole of it. He was dragged down the stairs, right to the living room. He heard a cabinet open and for a moment he thought he could get away as his hair was released. In an act out panic he turned over to better make a run for it only to freeze up as he was on his hands and knees, looking up the barrel of a lang gun. There was a loud blast and a scream from the doorway before his world become dark and silent.


AFTERLIFE:
Lewin found himself alone inside Hueco Mundo, no allies and an empty feeling inside his chest. Despite being alone, it wasn't hard for him to catch on to the fact that he needed to fight. It was rather obvious when he was being attacked by other hollows who were trying their best to eat him. He lived day by day, not knowing what would happen and not knowing why he felt the way he did. While some hollows were civil he found himself completely unable to connect with any of them.

One day a man came, offering up power. Though he would much rather be alone he had grown tired and jumped at the chance to possibly fill the void within him. However even then he found nothing among the peers he had been put with. Even as they all were killed by shinigami, one after the other, he didn't see much reason to grieve over them.

It wasn't until he found himself in a new faction of arrancars, with a new leader that anything changed. He was assigned as the Fraccion of a young looking girl who had taken the rabk of decima. Though he hadn't the faintest idea who it was she was replacing from his human life he realized that she had still managed to do so. He began to open up again, never wanting to stray to far from his master's side should it not be needed and never wanting to see her harmed or crying. He absolutely adored her, perhaps even more than the girl he had come to care for in his human life.

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HAN: 9
REI: 12
HAK: 8
SEI: 13
BUK: 13
HOH: 5
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 60