Haruka Diosa de la Muerte

Name: Haruka Diosa de la Muerte

Age: 420

Gender: Female

Appearance:

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Height: 5'4"
Hopefully that is alright, since Haruka looks exactly like that, no variations

Personality: The Kind of person who has a caring disposition, masking her intolerable cruelty and malice, this would be Haruka to a T. Her outlook on life is usually happy go lucky, not quite caring of the pain of those around her, even if she herself caused it. The only people she ever truly acknowledges or even trusts is her fellow Espada's orders, in which she would do anything they ever wished upon her, often at times affectionately referring to them in nicknames and childish tones. Her persona around others is almost the exact opposite of how she acts around her brethren, becoming violent and impossibly sadistic, she is not satisfied with combat until her enemies blood drenches her body, and their remains lay tattered upon the ground.

History: Haruka's history begins rather bleak and tells a tale of heart ache and suffering... oh wait that is her servants, never mind. Growing up the daughter of a Duke in France, she was a rotten little bitch. People were just things, possessions to her which could be thrown away at a moments whim, or played with in such exquisite brutality. Her parents had named her Angelique when she was born, their expectations of a perfectly humble little girl were shattered so the moment she began to speak, her manner of speaking was, how to say, unrefined, yes that is what her mother would refer to it as. Others outside of the Nobles would call it a gutter mouth, for she was rude constantly while growing up, her attitude developing worse and worse as more time past. However she was the apple of Daddy's eye so...she got away with every single little thing she pulled, for he was still naive enough to think that one day, somehow she would grow out of it and become a proper lady. Little did he know that as she grew into her teens her sadistic nature led her to obsessed with the Occult, black magic anything that she could get her hands on. This train of thought led her to purchase slaves with the allowance that she received once a month, in order to practice out her little "experiments" or mutilation and gore, at this time in history though, she would have been accused as being a witch.

With that we fall upon the day of judgment on poor little Angelique's crimes, accused by one of her escaped slaves of being a witch and her lair of torture discovered, she was sentenced to death by being burnt alive, a fitting punishment many saw, swearing that she had been destined for it from the moment she was born. On the day of her death, strapped to a pole of the sturdiest oak cut from the nearby woods, you'd think that Angelique would be upset, angry scornful, however all she merely did was smile, and hum a nonsense song that she herself had made up when little, her eyes closed as she felt the searing hit spread across her skin, and the clothes upon her back melt against the blackening pole. For it was not a sad day for her, it was merely a beginning, a beginning that would change her circumstances in this world and the next forever.

Upon her eyes fluttering open once more, Angelique found herself upon a dank miserable little alley, her body felt sore, yet empty all at the same times as she looked down upon her feet as she stood, the elegant legs she once stood upon charred black with flesh dripping off them, what was most notable however was a broken chain, swaying back and forth from her ample chest, the length slowly growing ever shorter as it seemed to consume itself with a hunger which had never be witnessed by her eyes. To any ordinary person this would have shocked them, cause them to scream out in agony and panic, but not Angelique, she merely stood, gazing bemusedly as the mouths continued to eat upwards towards her chest. It seemed to be a quick process to her, but if any other being had watched her they would see that she had been standing staring at it for days, weeks, almost a month. Time was no longer relevant to her, nor was it even thought of, she merely stood amused, even as the chains consumed the very center of her soul and a gaping pit of darkness was left directly through her.

It almost felt calming to her mind as her back arched and an inhuman scream bellowed out of her mouth, followed by the dull hiss of the white substance which spurt forth, encasing her head in a cocoon of strong bone. Her spine flexed impossibly as it snapped in twain to branch off and jut out of her sweet, creamy white skin, long bone like tendrils began to puncture through the now bone helmet she wore and twitched as if they seemingly came to life. Her hands began to shake as she hunched, over the bone sprouting from her back slowly beginning to weave a pattern or energy between each concave that just from them, forming what would later in history be known as the wings of death. Her body began to shake violently as it began to expand to match the size of her new bone encased head, the white substance still continue to dribble down her arms and out of the large hole now within her chest. Her limbs however seemed to grow thinner as she grew larger, turning into long stick like legs as the white substance which now covered her entire body melted the skin and flesh from her bones, forming a new carapace like body as study as steel.

Angelique flexed her new found body as her senses finally tuned in after the gruesome transformation, as thoughts filled her now animalistic head, to herself she was now more beautiful then anything she had seen while in the land of the living, wait she was still in the land of the living, why hadn't she crossed over into the dank pits of hell as she had so wished as she burned alive, why had she been blessed with this new found glorious body but no brethren to meet, new eternal punishment to carry out. As she pondered something seemed to hit her, inwardly it felt like a freight train clanking over her insides and a small split began to form in her mask, a mouth piece in which a small amount of drool began to seep out. She was hungry, hungrier then she had ever felt, it was to the point of driving her insane as she clutched her head with bone like claws, hissing, yelling out in that inhuman voice that she now possessed. However her body almost instantly shook and just vibrated as her wings folded inwards, completely concealed by the steal outer shell of her bone armor, she could smell something faintly upon the wind, it smelled delicious, enticing, alive. She began to clammier forward on her bone like legs as she literally leapt onto the side of a building, grasping the wooden frame of the house and ripping it asunder, littler almost ripping the entire front of the home away from where it once stood, a pity for the human which was literally thrown across the room from the sudden impact, but an opportunity for the newly formed demon. The human cowered cowered in terror, his arm obviously broken asunder as it lay splintered next to his cowering, pathetic little form. If Angelique were not starving at this current time, she may have found it amusing and began laughing with her wicked tongue, but no, this was not the case as she loomed over the frail, soon to be corpse of her very first victim, her visage faintly outlined as the human could sense death rapidly approaching him. CRUNCH, this was the last thing the human's pale deathly eyes lay sight upon, his mid section ripped in twain by vicious saw like teeth, CRUNCH, his splintered tattered arm vanished in a splash of gore and bloodshed, pieces of flesh flying off and splattering into what was left of the half demolished house. Angelique's hunger had almost been satisfied as she took the last bite, consuming what was left of the corpse that now all evidence of had been erased, beside a sickly pile of mucus and blood that remained staining the floor.

This was merely the beginning for Angelique's long pathway into the demonic world that she so obsessed over in life, as time began to pass her hunger continued to grow and grow, one human alone not able to state the lust she had to devour flesh, soon she had begun terrorizing gatherings, churches, neighborhoods. The other "Demons" within the territory she had claimed for herself had begun calling her Haruka, apparently it was Japanese for Distant, for any demon that entered her claimed area she would skin alive, and feast upon their innards so slowly that it felt like dieing once again. But their was a draw back to her increasing strength and influence within Paris, she had gained the attention of the "Black robed ones". She was not exactly sure as to what they were, she only knew that they intended to strike her down with unimaginably powerful blades, that seemed to exude a energy that enticed her oh so much to try and devour them. They however caught up with her, 30 years into her demonic life and struck her down without mercy, her left arm severed almost instantly, it's armor proving utterly futile against the spiritually endowed blade that cleaved through her flesh. Only by utter coincidence had she managed to escape this day, the Robed ones being attacked by other Demons within the area, too stupid to stay away from the scent of the energy they produced with their mere presence.

Wounded and driven from the territory she had claimed, Haruka fled onto a merchant ship, one that came from japan, the origin of her new name, the ship seemed to from what she could tell trade in silk and spices to the French, such pitiful things no longer mattered to her though, as she hid herself within the hold of the ship, licking her wound as her eyes began to slowly close. The journey from Paris to Japan was a long one, separated by months as Haruka merely waited, picking off the crew slowly to state her ever expanding hunger, she could not devour them all however, for she needed to reach land again in order to set upon a new territory. Upon arriving in Japan Haruka let her senses run wild, the spiritual essence of the mere ground itself seemed to hum with ethereal power, this new land would bring greater prospects to the young demon now, for she would feed, and feed, and grow more powerful as time passed.

Haruka's tale now skips forward 100 years, the malevolent demon that she was, she couldn't help but hunger after her own kind as well, and Japan was abundant with other Hollow beings like herself, the carnage that she inflicted seemed to attract more Black robes ones, but she was more clever now, her mind seemed to be sharper as she had begun to take a new form, that of a huge black cloaked monstrosity, the voices of the hundreds of demons she had devoured echoing within her skull every moment. It would have clearly driven her to insanity, if she had been sane at this time, but that was a part of her that left long ago, now she welcomed the voices as her own snuffed them out within her own head, effectively absorbing them a second time over. This continued on and on, her powers growing at a substantial rate, doubling over mere months, the Robed ones continued to pursue her endlessly, till she discovered something within herself, a deep power as it tore asunder the sky in front of her, a malevolent darkness spreading outwards that would send shivers down any living beings spine. This was her first witnessing of the power to split open a dimensional gateway, only later would she discover it to be called a "Garganta".

Haruka managed another 200 years within this monstrous form, managing to learn much of this dimension from the local Hollow, before devouring them brutally, Heuco Mundo, it had a nice ring to it, a fitting seat for an empire, or so Haruka had thought, though it seems that others of her form had evolved past her already, becoming what was known as an Adjuchas, a smaller yet vastly more powerful form. Though Haruka remained, a gigantic Menos Grande, consuming the flesh of others and even the minds within her own body, leaving her with no other consciousness within her, but her very self. She didn't know, but these actions of ravenous hunger, would lead her to evolve, far past natural limitations. As the fateful day occurred, Haruka had felt a stirring within herself just moment before her last meal as "animal" for the moment she sunk her razor sharp teeth into the her latest kill, her body seemed to explode the huge black cloak blasting off in a shock wave like effect as she seemingly shrieked out endlessly, the cry carrying for miles upon miles, as her body continued to shrink into what could only be called a "Humanoid shape". It seemed that it was Haruka's destiny to become something, above Adjuchas, like so many of them strive to become, she had completely by passed it altogether, awakening as long pink hair draped down back, a human like body attained once more, but covered in the same white armor that had occurred within her very first Hollow form, yes she had become a Vasto Lorde, the pinnacle of Hollow evolution, she could literally feel the energy pulsing within her every fiber, every molecule, the wind seeming to bend around her with the pressure she was producing.

Haruka had become a true demon in her own eyes at this point, her vicious demeanor could be expressed to it's fullest, for all she had to do was point at another Hollow and they would scream and disintegrate into energy that would absorb directly into her. The hunger all but seemed to vanish as well, now she merely ate others for pleasure, rather then necessity. Her senses along with her power also seemed to heighten into that of a keen predators, for she could sense other beings such as herself, within the deepest depths of Heuco Mundo, it wasn't quite known to her, but she lusted to combat them, to rip them apart, to prove just how powerful she could possibly be. So by following her urges she came face to face with another of her kind, an Elder Vasto Lorde, which from it's presence had seemed to be around for centuries. It was the perfect test, one older then herself, surely it's powers had diminished with time she had thought, lunging forward, claws beared, wings folded away into the flesh of her back, it was over all but to quickly however, with a deft movement the Elder Vasto had maneuvered lower then her lunge, and with a violent thrush, ripped her mask clean off her face, a shriek bellowing out loudly across the sands of Heuco Mundo as Haruka clutched her now disfigured head, and fled back to safety away from the more experienced predator.

Haruka's body pulsated violently as she staggered along the pristine sands, leaving a gore covered blood trail in her wake, the armor that adorned her skin began to shed off slowly, revealing soft silky skin, her wings turning into brittle bone as they fell and shattered behind her feet, she was now for all intents and purposes the same image of beauty she had been within life, the only remaining feature of her time as a demon, the slight remnants of the mask she once wore, her hair seemed to shorten throughout this change, leaving her with short pink strands still remaining, a clunk feel to the sand as she stopped staggering and looked down, for there lay a Blade, like she had seen the robed ones that hunted her for so many years wield. She shakily reached down to grab it, a singe felt upon her face as the left side of her face healed almost instantly, all signs of the huge gash the other Vasto Lorde had left upon her all but erased.

Innate Ability: Pressión Esgarradora[Pressure Slice]- Every since her birth as Hollow after her brief life, Haruka has possessed dominion over the air around her, in particular she has developed it into a quite formidable ability. Surrounding her hands at all times even if it is not visible to others is a violent current of reiatsu and air pressurized down to a sub atomic level. When released it is able too fire out a cutting whip like strike that can extend anywhere up to 10 feet in length. It is razor sharp and recoils back after it has been released outwards. It is dodgeable as right before it makes impact on an enemies flesh, a vast gale of air will strike past them, indicating it's intended target.

Skill Ranks:

1. Hand to Hand
2. Weapon Proficiency
3. Sonido
4. Cero
5. Endurance

Rp Sample:

Ahh Karakura town, an almost abundance of spiritual energy seemed to form around this place, not explained by historian or spiritual entity alike, however it never seemed to stop, Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy and all those other spiritually aware beings seemed to flock to it, truly Karakura town seemed to be the center of the spiritual universe. Maybe that was what seemed to lure the lower class Arrancar to consume human souls on a daily basis, contaminating themselves with that horrid human stink, the flesh that was by far inferior to even the taste of other Hollows, but yet they came anyway. Haruka was all but disgusted by these filthy commoners, so undeserving of the powers that they wielded so flippantly, it gave her great pleasure merely just watching as the two Shinigami closed in on him just after his feeding.

Hrrmm but what was it that intrigued her so about this encounter, was it that overwhelming odds? Was it the oncoming carnage? She tapped her chin in thought, her legs dangling over the high-rise edge she sat upon. Her hair fluttered in the seemingly non-existent that only she could feel, as her fingers lightly dragged upon the concrete, her hand stroking back and forth slowly, as one would stroke a lover, the mere tiniest of pressure her fingertips produced seemed to be making the concrete crack and turn to dust under her softest of touches. It was truly delightful to Haruka how much power she seemingly obtained from the fateful day the other Vasto Lorde ripped her mask from her delicate face, she would have thanked him perhaps, if she hadn't rendered his life ended a few moments after her realization of what she had become. But there were better things to focus on at this time, for Haruka continued to peer down upon the seen that took place on the city streets, if it hadn't have been for her feeling of the wind, she wouldn't have been able to make out what they were saying from this high up, the female Shinigami seemed agitated over the consuming of the human soul, why was that? It was only one human, what was so special about it, if you walked down the street and around the corner you could find at least 5 bitches almost identical to the one that had just been snuffed out of existence, but yet the female still seemed angry, enough to begin using her magic already, launching a high level Kido without incantation even with the limiter Haruka knew to be etched into the woman's skin.

However the male that Haruka hadn't been paying attention to this moment, sudden became vastly more interesting then watching a worm Arrancar die, from the moment words left his lips she knew who he was, and had the urge to drop off the side of the building to greet him, a urge that was fufilled a moment later as her hands pushed away from the building, sliding her butt off in the process as the brittle concrete under her touch literally exploded into dust as she spun down to ground level, the crack spreading down the building side almost as fast as she fell to the ground, however unlike her graceful landing merely finishing with a soft tap against the side walk, the buildings center seemingly imploded in on itself, leaving the office workers in the building only the choice of staring wide eyed before their lives were cut off from the world, over 80 souls dying in an instant as the building was left as nothing but rubble.

A smile, sincere it seemed spread across her lips, the destruction and mayhem she had caused by simply slipping off a building not even registering within her mind as she peered forth at the Shinigami and Vizard couple, so cute, her pet had found another pet to play with, and he seemed to be supporting her in a battle with lower Arrancar scum, oh the irony of the situation, for Haruka knew how the Vizard really was, deep down, she herself had been with him for nearly 100 years, so she knew his inner demons all to well.

"Ooka-kun!!! I finally found you! Naughty, naughty boy for running away from your master" Haruka seemed to speak with a sisterly voice towards the Vizard, oh how wrong it was to assume she was being nice, her voice had perfectly hid her sadistic thoughts, her pet was in trouble, and was now seen consorting with the enemy in a...it would be said more then just friends kind of way, for she could smell the stink of the female Shinigami all over him. "Ooka-kun, do you realize how hard it was for me to find you?" she huffed with the last word as she opened her arms, seemingly waiting for a hug to come from the Vizard, her short pink hair swept backwards with the motion of her arms rising, as if the ethereal air around her seemed to dissipate in an instant. She wasn't even emitting any spiritual pressure, if a common person looked at her, they would just think she was a regular human dressed in cosplay.