Rou Alloway

ALIASES: Guardian of the Heroic Light of the Hearts of the Pure Souls of the Heavens


AGE: 223


AGE OF APPEARANCE: 17


NUMBER: 3


ASPECT OF DEATH:
Failure


RANK: Espada


BASE FORM: Adjuchas

FACE CLAIM: --


HEIGHT: 5'8"


WEIGHT: 140 lbs


APPEARANCE: At 5'8 she has an awkward body type, quite lanky without many curves are real tone, adding to her lack of ability to strike fear into even a kitten. Her skin is pale, sometimes seeming even colorless. The only noticeable trace of bright color she has are her eyes. Her irises are a mix of colors, green, blue, violet, and yellow all swirling are slit pupils. Her hair, two toned with Light blonde fading into a pitch black, flows down to her mid back at its longest, cut sloppily by Rou her self with some help form Raijin. It is completely uneven, just past her shoulders in other areas or even with hair that won't go past her ear in other layers. It is unruly and cascading over her face or whatever direction it wants. Upon her face she has four recognizable markings; a black bar code under each eye as well as a black stitching design across the bridge of her nose. The most important mark she has is often hidden by her hair, a small gothic styled number 3 at the end of the barcode on her right cheek. The traces of the hallow mask that signify her as an arrancar rest upon each cheek. They appear as pure white upper jaws with sharp teeth, starting at her mouth and seeming to just continue on with the shape of her smile.

She wears her long hair down, not able to do much with it ever sine she cut it, though her bangs are still unruly and fall into her face all of the time. Her outfit is a loose long sleeve shirt that usually falls off one of her thin shoulders. The sleeves go down past her hands, allowing her butterfly blades to stay hidden on their holsters along her under arms. Under her shirt she wears a short black skirt that is cropped just at her thighs, not covering much more than it has to. On her legs she wears a pair of thigh high black socks with a white cap, decorated with a stitch design around it. She has knee height white boots with black laces as well as black platform heels.
Reference

LIKES:
-Fairies
-Hunting Monsters
-Stories
-Kings

DISLIKES:
-Monsters
-Evil
-Sitting Still

NEGATIVE TRAITS:
-Doesn't know when to be serious
-Somewhat slow on catching on to things
-Childish

POSITIVE TRAITS:
-Brave
-Loyal until the end
-Always stands up for what she believes to be Just

EXTRAS: She is loud and spontaneous, hardly ever acknowledging somebody as a true enemy. Without fully realizing it herself she has made herself out to be what some would call a freak. Rou is a believer in any stories she hears, including those from Human fairy tales, deciding she wanted to be like a princess heroin and acting as if she were, spouting stories of how she fought and killed hundreds of mythical creatures from the himan world. She has the innocence of a child, never finding the bad in a situation. More often then not her habit of not taking things seriously goes against her, not knowing when to stop fooling around until its more than obvious or too late. Rou loves to tease and give out joking nicknames, finding it amusing when she can manage to annoy fellow arrancar with the, especially other espada. She goes through phases of being excessively clingy, staying close to someone until her interests shifts. Until then though whoever is unlucky enough to have her attention is some one she will not leave alone unless they find someway to lose her or she falls into a routine catnap. It would be hard to believe her to be a fierce warrior with her giggling, light hearted demeanor though in an instant begining of a fight her entire aura seems to change. She still smiles youthfully, moving in the same skipping manner, making teasing faces, but her intent on killing overflows from every pore. For when she fights she sees herself like the Heroin, unable to lose, having to slay her opponent to save the day.

WEAPONS: A set of black Butterfly Swords she keeps tucked within her long sleeves in holsters. The entire swords are the length of her forearm including the golden handles handles. On each the crossguard is jagged with small spikes, able to be used like brass knuckles.


ZANPAKUTO:

name: Shujinkō no Raito

sealed form: Her zanpakuto resembles her butterfly swords in color. The blade itself is pitch black, jagged at the edges rather than being smooth. The hilt is shimmering gold with black ribbon at its grip. Its sheath is as black as the weapon itself except for the thin winding trail of gold that wraps around it.


RESURRECCION:

release command: Defeat All Evil

description: With the simple utter of a call out phrase a bolt of silver lightning instantly shoots down from the sky, surrounding Rou in its chattering hold. Nearly as soon as it forms though it disperses in a blast, revealing a new terrifying form for the arrancar. Her height and build have stayed the same but roughtly that is it. Her mask grows, covering the entire lower half of her face in its smiling jaws. The stitching design of her nose stretches out as well, mingling with the barcode design of cheeks and disappearing into her hair line. Her coat is replaced with a low cut and low cropped tight black shirt that reveals her upperbody, covered in an armor of bone. Her forearms are accompanied with several spikes, some short and as fine as a hair, others wide and lengthily twisting. The same details can be found on the calves of her legs as well, tearing from the confines of her boots. However spikes down seem like the main worry when one sees the two, white lances she now weilds, one each in hand and sharpened to a deadly point. They are made up of four hinged pieces, able to upon up if they need to due to some of her techniques.

type: Photon Manipulation (Light)

stat upgrades: +3 HAN +2 HOH +3 SEI

techniques:

Name: Shujinkō no shotto (Hero's Shot)
Type: offensive
Cost: minimal
Range: 100 yards
Description: The different peices of Rursus open up a small amount for however long of a time. During this time it shoots out silver laser like beams of photons, silver in color. These can range in size as well as density.


Name: Shujinkō no bakuhatsu (Hero's Blast)
Type: Offensive
Cost: medium
Range: 200 yards
Description: The four pieces of her lances open up fully, revealing a sphere of glowing mass. After sharging up, it will release a larger, more powerful version of Shujinkō no shotto. This attack moves faster and can deal much more damage.


Name: Shujinkō no tsume (Hero's Claw)
Type: Offensive
Cost: minimal
Range: 100 yards
Description: While her lances remains closed they can still use the powers of its other techniques. they become surounded in a silver light and with a slash Rou can send a wave of photons ripping through the air. They are effectively as sharp as a blade.


Name: Shujinkō no tsubasa
Type: Offensive or Defensive
Cost: High
Range: 100 yards
Description: Removing the power from her lances completely, Rou can instead make the light from upon her back, taking on the shape of four glowing angelic like wings spanning 20 feet from tip to tip. They can be used to either shoot smaller blasts like feathers or cover up her form in the form of a sieild

SEGUNDA ETAPA:


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HISTORY: As a human Her life was much like her new hollow life. She was born into a family of a near dozen children in France at about the worst time to be a large family. Her parents didn't have the money to support all of their children. France had been suffering, clearly a revolution not being what the country needed. It was dangerous to do anything that went against those who were in control now. Not only were they short on money but they had to make sure they didn't do anything too bad for the spare cash they needed.

When Rou was old enough, really only four she began to leave her home during the day and wander off to the nearby field where the circus freaks would usually be. At first her oldest sister would go along with her but then in a matter of weeks she was getting there herself. she was fascinated with what she saw there. The people she met were nicer than any of her siblings that were hardly fond of their scrawny little sister who only made things harder. She would spend hours there, watching them and just being with them, hearing all of their stories and trying to mimic them.

In a few years she was able to do some basic tricks. She had been around them without a break. They even fed her when they knew she hadn't eaten anything, knowing her situation thanks to her rambling mouth that never seemed like she was sad about her situation. How could she be. She had these great friends to grow up with. She delved into their realm of magic and fairy tales, wanting nothing more than to have one for herself. It was unorthodox and it was easy to brush off as a childish dream but it never went away.

She never made many friends outside her group of sideshows and performers. She was an odd girl. She never outgrew her dream of becoming a heroine of a fabulous story. She was going to be a legend. No one could bring themselves t break the spirit of the girl they had all helped raised. She would go on about baby pig ghosts and the normal people would just give her a strange look before getting away as fast as they could. Rou ever fully understood why they did such a thing. She was trying to help them.

Her own family was growing tired of Rou's fantasies by the time she was thirteen. they couldn't afford a girl with her 'madness' as they had put it. There was no reasoning with their youngest child and with no options left they told her to leave. They didn't want her to come back. Rou wasn't sure why she was being shoved aside but it hardly mattered. They never supported her the way her 'real family' did. She just made her way back to her normal home, explaining this confusing situation. Without a second thought they took her in, each of them taking turns to take care of the girl the best they could.

When Rou turned sixteen she left out on her own. She deemed herself ready to take on the world as the hero she knew she was. She had years of training ad preparations. She didn't need anything else. She traveled across France, not really sure where she was after that. The girl could usually find some place to stay, some one either feeling bad for the dirty girl or children bringing her home so they could hear all of her stories. They were just that though, stories. She traveled for roughly a year and she had found nothing. It didn't make any sense to her. She was beginning to lose her hope.

She was packed up with her few belongings and ready to return home to her family when the day finally came that she could be the hero. She heard the shrill scream of a woman. Instantly she went running, finding a woman being robbed. Rou didn't waste any time in taking action. She was hard for them to hit, fast and flexible and able to move around them with ease. In minutes the group of five men were on the ground, a proud Rou standing before the woman, beaming with new energy that she needed. The woman thanked her, returning her smile for a moment before her face turned to a worried one.

The next thing Rou knew she felt a blade ripping through her torse, from her left shoulder all the way down to her waste. She didn't understand what had happened. It turned out one of the men was still able to move and he had been sneaky and attacked her from behind, dealing a fatal blow to the girl. Rou fell over in seconds, life slipping away from her before she was able to truly become the hero she was meant to be.

Life in Hueco Mundo: Her life was like any other of a hollow. She fought, fed upon the prey weaker than her and grew stronger. She justified this in her own way. She only attacked those that attacked others. she was carrying out her justice. It was the same repeated cycle. Grow to a new rank, fight to the top, kill, grow to a new rank. The same sequnce had become repetitive to a perfect schedule. It felt so wrong to her, even with her morals standing, but what else could she do now? There was nothing else except this barely heroic life. Rather, at first there wasn't.

She was later confronted and offered something she could not think to refuse, to be given power and the chance to fight like the Hero she longed to be. Her name would be known and respected by her allies and feared by her enemies. All she had to do was fight which was more than acceptable. She was told about the arrancar and how they were the strongest of anyone. This of course caught her interest. How could it not? In a matter of hours of 'thinking', which was really just her day dreaming, she had her choice. She ripped at her mask for days on end, painfully tearing it from her face. By the time she was finished she only had small fragments left but she felt a new power running through her veins.

When Zelena was forming her own second Espada army Rou was quick to accept the offer to join. this wasn't the disgusting shinigami man from before that had driven his espada into the ground. This was a queen. Zelena became the queen Rou would serve as a loyal knight from that point onward. She was going to have her name known all over as the strongest, most heroic knight there had ever been, even if her allies tended to not believe in her.



RP SAMPLE:
"Now...I wonder what they could be doing here..." As the wind blew sand at her feet a lone girl spoke to herself, eyes locked onto something below the dune she stood at the peak of. Her appearance seemed to match the scenery of the desert well, dull without much color at all. She tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowing together as she thought on the sight she was looking down upon. It just wasn't right for a place like this world of black and white. The female raised one of her hands to scratch at her head though her scalp was only met with the soft materiall of a long sleeve as it rubbed over her whipping locks of light and dark. The objects that held her interest was none other than a team of shinigami, all the way out in the deserts of Hueco Mundo, likely out on a mission to kill off hollows much like herself. Either way... "They still don't belong out here" that sweet voice broke the silence around the girl once again. She let her arms fall back to her side, her body straightening up. "I'll just have to go teach them a lesson. No bad guys allowed!" She slammed a fist into her awaiting palm, giggling soon after.

With her eyes gleaming with excitment that was reflected in her childish flush she set off toward the shinigami team. Her sleeves trailed behind her, blonde and black hair waving around them in its normal messy way. The girl left small footsteps in the sand as she sprinted down the white dune, not taking the time to care about being found out or not. She was going to approach those people anyway. Being sneaky wouldn't be worth it, not to mention villians were always sneaky, doing their evil bidding in the dark. She was defiinately not the villain in this story. Much like was to be expected, she was spotted easily. As soon as she was the group of five or six shinigami wasted no time in drawing their swords, ready to counter attack.

"Hey, you shinigami bakas!~" she called out in a teasing tone, waving her arms above her head, as she slowed her pace down to a bouncy walk. She stopped with a ballerina-like twirl and a soft chuckle. "You guys shouldn't be here you know?" the girl stated, shaking her head with her hands firmly placed on her hips. "You best get going, neh?" she warned lightly, shrugging her skinny shoulders. She watched the dumbstruck men just stare back at her, words no longer in their vocabulary. They didn't go anywhere, much to her disappointment. "You know~ I'm so nobley gving you guys a chance to go back to where you belong. A good hero always-"

"What the hell?" Finally one of the men barked followed by a loud chuckle. The girl looked his way in a flash, first noticing disgustingly bulgy muscles which made her stomach churn. Looking closer she noted how his thick black mustache looked like an oily dead rat under his protruding nose. His face was marked by a scar across his cheek, one he seemed to proudly show off as if it told of all his expirience and power.

The rest of the shinigami soon joined in this large man's layghter, leaving a confused arrancar to just stare at them in and wonder. What was so funny? "Really little girl, you should be the one running along" the same man spoke up again, stepping forward from the rest of the group, muscular arms crossed over his chest like some macho. His eyes were narrowed in on her but the smile he wore told the female about how serious of a threat she was being taken as. Nothing more than child's play.

"You meanie bakas" the female sighed out with a roll over her eyes. The men growled at her taunting tone. Hers hands left her hips and hung loosley at her sides. If there was a time to attack it would have been then. It was like she was just waiting, offending them like they couldn't lay a hand on her if they tried. That chance was taken by none other than the same man who had spoken up and mocked her. That seemed about right.

"Gah-!" He hadn't taken more than a step before he was stopped short, left at a complete loss. His vision was blurring, his feeling fading and he could barelt hear the soft thud of his blade hitting the sand. "W-What?" With every muscle protesting against movement he shakily looked down to two big green eyes and a splendid smile. He lurched back only to gasp out in pain. Thats was when he noticed to blades embedded deeply within his chest, spurts of blood rushing from them as he moved. "When-?" he choked out, tasting the coppery taste of blood as it rose from his throat.

"When warning the bad guy fails, when they can't see reason against their evil acts, there's really only one thing left for the heroin to do Mr. Rat-stache" the girl explained. Another breeze swept past as she spoke, swiping her fallen hair out of her face to reveal a gothic number three at the end of the bar code marking on her right cheek. The man saw this, realizing then just what he had gotten himself into. Before he could even shout out in horror those blades in his chest were pulled, tearing across his torso to either side until they were freed, leaving gashing trails in the shinigami's body. The blonde felt warm blood splatter across her cheeks a sit sprayed from his chest, how it dripped down her chin to the red stained sand at her feet where the man now lay lifelessly. The gleeful expression never left her features though. What need was there to be saddened over the death of a bad man?

The mustached man's comrades could only watch in disbelief as the large man fell with such ease. The four of them hadn't even noticed the moment the arrancar girl moved. "W-Who are you?!" one called out, unsure if the answer would really make him feel any better. Whatever they were up against, she was a force to be reckoned with,

"Oh!" the girl gasped, clapping her hands over her mouth. She blushed, waving her hands out infront of her as if brushing away her rude manners. "I totally forgot my heroic introduction! ...Though I guess now it won't really be as exciting. I guess theres no helping it." She briefly put on a pout, as she rambled on, again leaving the shinigami speechless. This girl was so deadly but she was just like a child with issues paying attention. "I'm Rou Alloway, Tercera Espada!" over her bit of pouting the girl threw her hands up, holding up three fingers on each. Or so she thouhgt. When she looked Rou realised she was only hold up two fingers on her right hand, giggling with embarassment as she fixed it. Once she double checked her fingers again she beemed with prideful happiness while the remaining four men felt their hearts skip a beat in terror. Yes, this girl, this Espada was definately a force not to be reckoned with and they instantly cursed their luck. "I guess I have to finish up now" As she said this a new fearful darkness filled her face and radiated off of her, striking new horror into the shinigami.

In just the blink of an eye the runt of the team was screaming as he darted away from his teammates, his mind set on getting out of there. A lot of good thinking like that did him. Just like the first he was easy. All the Espada had to do was sonido with half of her ability, appearing in the air above the fleeing man. She drew her arm back, fist closed tightly around the handle of her Butterfly Sword and in a swift movement its crossguard connecting with the top of the shinigami's head. Rou heard a sickening crack as the jagged edge met his skull, saw the blood the came pouring from his wound and dyed blonde hair crimson. Before the man crashed to the ground the arrancar gave a slight push with a sickening squelch, throwing herself back into the air, blood following her trail at it dripped off the handle of her blade, soaking into her sleeve and giving it a new color.

Her landing was like any other she was known to use, twirling on a single foot with her arms spread wide, mimicking the movements of a dancer. Rou let out a giggle with her first turn being carefree. As she began on her second round though she ducked down, folding her arms into her chest as she listened to blades digging into flesh. Thack red rain fell from above her and on impulse she lashed out with both of her blades that met little resistance as they speedily cut through the bodies of two more men above. They had attacked her from either side as soon as she touched the ground, probably expecting to catch her off guard. Did they really not know the power of an arrancar, let alone one of her rank? Instead of cutting her down, the two's zanpakuto's only found the other's chests, practically slaughtering eachother because of their foolishness.

Returning her hands to her side, Rou dug her feet into the sand for some leverage before pushing off. A second later two bodies crumpled to the ground where she had just been standing. By now she again matched the deserst around her. Its white sands were dirtied with blood as was her pale flesh and formerly pure white clothes. Even still she proudly stood tall, believing she was carrying out justice on evil which made her grin from ear to ear as she glanced to the alone remaining shinigami. He seemed different than the others, stonger. Rou could gather enough that he was a ranked officer, one who was likely doubting himself right about now as he watched the his team be so easily taken down by such a small girl. The espada took a step forward and he took a step back. Rou's smile grew playful at this. Again she step forward and as followed the man stepped back, keeping their distant at a constant. She repeated this again and again with childlike amusement until she just couldn't contain herself any longer. With a smile wider than ever she burst out laughing, thinking of their cycle much like a game.

She doubled over, holding her stomach as she laughed a bit to hard. Tears prickled at her long lashes, tickling her eyes. The last thing on her mind was the fact that once again she was wide open, her lack of attentionspan getting the best of her again. Wiping her eye she looked up to see the shinigami charging at her, a massive battle axe within his grasp. His shikai? When had he done that? She suddenly realized his intent and let her eyes grow wide and a gasp escape now frowning lips in fear. Fear that was feigned. Just as he reached her, swing that bulky weapon around she smiled, eyes narrowing as they shone. "How scary~" Then with another sonido she was gone. For a moment the shinigami thought he had taken care of the girl, there lay her butterfly swords in the sand caked in blood. He couldn't sense her. Maybe the espada had shattered into ash quicker than he eyes could see. He let himself well up with pride, unknowing of the more likely truth that was soon presented to him.

"You know you're really no better than one of those gigantic, idiotic trolls i had to fight off to save a forest full of dryads" the murmuring female's voice made his blood run cold. It came from right behind him. He could even feel her cold breath through his uniform. The shinigami was too lost in fear to even wonder what fake story the arrancar was rambling on about. "You can't kill the hero, silly hillman" Rou stated like he was oblivious to all rules the world for even trying to attack her. With that her zanpakuto was drawn and in a flash the man before her was cut in half as her blade made its path through his torso. As soon as it had been drawn the black blade returned to its sheath at her back, all to slick from the red that coated it as it slid into its confines.

"And once again!" Back to her careless ways Rou through her arms up, waving her arm around which caused her long sleeves to flap like wings. "The day has been saved by the beautiful Heroin!" The Espada twirled, squishing damp sand under her boots. "Those of Evil have been brought to justice! Their blood the payment taken from them!" she added in as she finally noticed how much of a mess she was. "By none other than!" she paused, striking a dramatic pose, her head down, eyes closed, with a small smile as one arm was tight to her side, the other holding up a fist to the sky. "The ever just, strong, brave Rou Alloway!"

CLASS/LEVEL: EL-2


STATS:
Statistics
Class/level: EL-2
HAN: 14
REI:15
HAK:18
SEI: 15
BUK:19
HOH:19
Points Earned: 2
Total points: 100

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