Francis Fabulous [Ready]

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Fraccion to Primera Espada

Adjuchas

Busou Renkin -- Koushaku Chouno

180cm

64kg

Lithe and elegant-looking, Francis has the body of a model, and at one point, the skin for one. Whether down to his illness in life or due to some other indeterminate factor, Francis is as pale as a sheet, though he seems to believe that this only adds to his elegance.
Though seemingly void of pupils, Francis’ eyes are otherwise normal. For an Arrancar, anyway. Instead of the grey that some people have, Francis has charcoal grey eyes, and despite the fact that neutrality is often associated with the colour grey, the expression on his face will usually be anything but.
Francis’ hair is simple. Black, with long bangs, though the rest is kept at a smart, tidy length. He seems to keep it parted in the middle – likely so that he can actually see out of his mask.

The mask itself is nothing special. Taking the form of a small butterfly-like Papillon mask, the mask itself is the typical bone-white colour, and covers about a third of his face.
Regarding his Hollow Hole, Francis has his right in the centre of his stomach. This is usually hidden by his outfit, however.

On a typical day, Francis will don an outfit of questionable defensive capabilities – or even style. Simply put, it is a black latex one-piece, though the middle on both the back and the front leave him exposed. Each one reaches to his crotch (or an area of the same height), and is interlaced with a criss-cross pattern. The shoulders are, however, puffed out slightly.

–Pain Play
-When his Espada punishes him
-Elegant clothing
-No clothing at all

–Ugly things
-People who can’t be goaded into ‘fighting’ him
-Wearing too many clothes
-Wearing anything beyond his standard outfit, really

-Arrogant
-Easily distracted by the possibility of sexual gratification
-Aggressive

–Determined
-Able to psych normal people out
-Thick skin (metaphorically and physically)

Francis is, without a doubt, one of the most hilariously enthusiastic masochists you will ever meet. It is nigh-impossible to make him feel pain – the very thought of it makes him tingle. There’s a reason why he hangs around the Primera Espada so much. Just try to hurt him – he’s about as masochistic as they come.

Also, he’s a firm believer that clothes should only be worn for protection. Any time else is stupid.

The ability to make normal people question just who the blue bloody Hell they’re fighting

name: La Mariposa

sealed form: When sealed, La Mariposa is rather out of the ordinary, considering the dark and/or serious overtones usually taken by most Arrancar. While at the standard length for a katana, the actual blade is hot pink, while still maintaining its vicious edge and point. The matches it, as does the criss-cross pattern going across the black handle. Oddly enough, there is a pale pink tassel on the end of it, that looks more like a ribbon.

release command: Explotar, Mariposa! (Explode, Butterfly!)

description: While most Arrancar’s Resurreccions would grant them additional armour or fancier clothing, Francis actually loses clothing. All that he is left wearing are his mask, and a pouch to contain his unmentionables.
His mask expands by about two centimetres, with the expanded parts turning pink, and patterns utilising pale pink spots appearing on his mask.
In this form, Francis is able to use various butterfly-based abilities, quite a few of which actually involve explosions of the ballistic kind. Instead of… well… Read between the lines.

type: Butterfly

stat upgrades:
HAN +3
REI +2
SEI +3
Nakedness +95%

techniques:
For: Resurrecion
Name: Butterfly Boost
Type: Support
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Moderate
Range: Self
Description: Francis has butterfly wings made of some black powder or another appear on his back. These wings can be sustained for three posts, resulting in a medium toll on him. The wings enable flight, but can also be used to block attacks. However, a strong enough attack will completely disperse the powder, forcing him to ground himself.

For: Resurrecion
Name: Butterfly Storm
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Moderately low
Range: Medium
Description: Francis unleashes a flurry of tiny butterflies made of black powder, each one travelling at breakneck pace. Each butterfly blows up upon hitting something, resulting in an explosion about an inch wide. While not particularly powerful, this technique has been known to disorient many a foe.

For: Resurrecion
Name: Butterfly Missile
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 3 posts
Cost: Medium
Range: Long
Description: A large butterfly made of black powder is formed, and sent to chase down a single target. The butterfly moves at a speed equivalent to 75% of Francis’ HOH, and will actively seek a foe for the single post it is active. If it hits, it will produce an explosion comparable in size to that of a hand grenade, but power is dependent on Francis himself.

For: Resurrecion
Name: Butterfly Trap
Type: Offensive
Cooldown: 2 posts
Cost: Moderately low
Range: Medium
Description: Francis places his hand on the ground, and after a second or two, a black butterfly is formed on the ground. This butterfly acts as a landmine, and can either be detonated by an opponent stepping on it, or by Francis manually setting it off. The resulting explosion is usually a metre and a half in radius. The landmine lasts for five of Francis’ posts, and only three can be placed at any one time.

Living in medieval Europe was difficult for Francis. Even more so considering the fact that disease was rife, there were no ways to cure anything more than a small headache, and anyone who thought prayer couldn’t cure cancer was branded a heretic and killed. And yet, in secret, Francis continued what research he could. Do not be mistaken – he did not know anything of germs, and he did not know anything about the finer points of chemistry. He did, however, recognise the importance of cleanliness, and not just eating things found on the floor with reckless abandon. And thus, his research into the matter. Considering the average intelligence of most people at the time, it wasn’t particularly surprising to see him looking into the matter.

Ironically, while studying disease, Francis fell victim to a slower-acting version of that week’s plague. Still, he continued his research, ad in the end, managed to treat some of the symptoms. With science, no less. The real clincher, however, came when he attempted to tell people that it wasn’t a miracle, that he hadn’t prayed for success, and that it was just simple science that had helped him along his way. People accused him of heresy, and without trial – without even asking for his side of the story – they tried him, and found him ‘guilty’. And, all throughout this, Francis was unable to resist.
Obviously, he was killed.

Naturally, there was an obscene amount of resentment left in Francis when he died, and it lingered, chaining him to the village in which he was killed. He wanted to share his knowledge – as much as he hated the people who had killed him because they thought he was crazy, he did not see it as a reason to cure them somewhat. Day after day, he struggled against his chains, and he did not even get a Konso for his troubles. He could have sworn there were Shinigami passing him by on purpose – it was more likely that they didn’t notice him, but this mattered little.

Something seemed to snap in Francis when he turned into a Hollow, however. Something strange. The pain he felt - it may have looked excruciating, but somehow, he converted this into pleasure. The boy became a masochist, who could tank out entire battles because he never reacted negatively to pain. Whenever he clashed with another Hollow, he always let them have the first strike. Whenever Shinigami went to face him, they always seemed to hesitate when he begged for them to cut him more. All of this must have been terribly confusing for Pluses, who likely hadn’t been conditioned to just ignore such strange things.

It was worth noting that, when he became a Gillian, it was rather easy to tell that he was the dominant personality. If there was one thing that made Soul Reapers stare on in confusion, it was a Gillian prancing about, acting more camp than a season boxset for Adam West’s run on Batman. This only served to let him live longer, however, given that most who would have opposed him were far too busy staring on in confusion. This continued on well into his Adjuchas stage, where he continued to lead a small group of masochists and sadists. Funnily enough, none of them were particularly excited by battle. Yes, they were that kind of bunch of sadomasochists.

But Francis hated being stuck as an Adjuchas. He still remembered what he looked like as a human – and, for some reason or other he desired that look once more. He tore off his mask, leaving only parts around the eyes, leaving him with what looked like a butterfly-shaped mask. And, while he would have happily wandered round as a freelance Arrancar, he couldn’t help but enlist as a Fraccion. Not when he heard about the sexual deviant and sadist amongst the ranks of the Espada – he just HAD to be a part of the action. His skills in battle proved him worthy – after all, once most Shinigami had gotten over how strange he was, it was kill or be killed.

Ain’t nobody got time fo dat

AD 0

HAN: 10 (+3)
REI: 10(+2)
HAK: 10
SEI: 10 (+3)
BUK: 10
HOH: 10
Points Earned: 0
Total points: 60

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