Acedia [ Hollowbreed ] [Finished ]

by **Acedia** Mon Jun 15, 2020 3:12 am

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Acedia [ Hollowbreed ] [Finished ] 9aa63d24f038b03f13bdffdc7582c30d

I D E N T I F I C A T I O N

Name: Acedia
Apparent Age: ghastly
Actual Age: 92

Eye Color: white
Height: 12’ 4”
Weight: 490 lbs
Mask Description: Half face mask of bone leaving a fanged and cavernous mouth free of its constraints. Covered by hair.
Generalized Appearance: Acedia is a bulky mass of hairy darkness. Standing at twelve foot four inches, she has a weight of 950 pounds. Her eyes stare out from the half mask which covers her face, appearing as no more than white stones set unmoving into place. Occupying the entire lower half of her face, large fangs crowd each other for space. Her nose is little more than an opening hidden among her pelt, almost as an afterthought. The other visible parts of her anatomy are the skeletal hands that jut out from the end of her hairy appendages.

When feeding her aspect undergoes significant changes due to the posturings she assumes. Acedia attacks with her skeletal arms which are now bare and exposed to the shoulder from beneath her pelt. This hairy covering takes on the look of a torn and tattered peasant shift. Her mouth becomes unhinged to drop down over her victim and trap them within her cavernous maw.

Although quiet and withdrawn, her voice is flat without emotion unless she is complaining. Then it takes on a sharp quality, punctuated by heaving sighs and the occasional drawn out whine. She never makes a sound when hunting, but rather conserves her energy for the work at hand.

Spiritual Pressure Analysis: Oppressive in nature, those who are susceptible to its effects feel a general sense of apathy filling their minds. To the spiritually aware, it appears as a dark aura that exudes off her form in waves which gradate toward the edges to grey.

Overall Personality: Acedia interacts with the world as little as possible. As the endless days have little to no purpose, she need only do the bare minimum to stay alive. There is also really no desire in her to end her life, and views that as a colossal undertaking. Nothing really evokes strong emotions from her, though she does engage in petty behaviors such as complaining, arguing, or fault finding.

She is fairly astute at observing the flaws and weaknesses in others and then drawing attention to them to undermine their confidence. Causing others to suffer is one of the good things life has to offer. This might involve actual physical torture, but more often than not she desires to see a corrosion of her target's soul. Despair is her favorite weapon. Exploiting weaker Hollows, she persuades her minions to lure food back to her lair under the promise of sharing a bigger kill than they are able to make upon their own.

Stealthy in both mind and deed, she keeps her motivations masked and undercover at all times. The long game is her goal, letting a soul ripen to just the right degree of sorrow before she feeds, Acedia will often linger over a kill taking enjoyment in the universal truth that all things decay.

Positive Traits:

Patient: Her hunting style is more staking out and baiting than chasing down and pouncing. It is better to conserve one’s energy allowing the little minion-scapegoats to lure dinner to her lair. This is not to say she doesn’t actively hunt, but her favorite mode is to lurk around the terminally ill, make them miserable with despair, and wait for them to die. That delectable flavor of a soul that has given up on life is worth the wait.
Observant: Trial and error has taught her to be very much aware of her surroundings. As her personality grew so did her reliance upon what she could learn from the world around her and put to use.
Cautious: It is much better to consider all the angles before plunging right in. She carefully determines if something is worth the energy it takes to achieve. Having to question that too often in any given situation is just as likely to wind up with her not bothering to risk it.
Persuasive: She seems to have a way with lesser hollow, those that are not as resilient as herself, speaking to their baser needs really isn’t that difficult a chore; feed the hungry. It is the humans that she targets where her influence is truly felt. Not so much in actual dialogue but her presence weighing upon them to join her in despair.
Stealthy: Her most useful tactic is to not draw attention to herself. You won’t hear her calling out like some rabid beast unable to stop drooling at the merest whiff of food in the air. That is a sure way to make dinner run and too much bother to chase after.

Negative Traits:

Apathetic: Acedia has a definite malaise about her. There isn’t much that she gets excited about and, were it not for her hunger, she would not rouse herself from her lair at all. The notion of striving for supremacy is distasteful to her and she is not so sure she is all that keen about existence in general. Perhaps one day she will stop living, there really is no rush to decide these things.
Peevish: Acedia had very little in her life with which she is content and she doesn’t put much effort into hiding this from those around her. Her temper is not quite childish, but quarrelsome. Her muttering includes fretful sentiments, mostly about the wisdom in pursuing a certain goal. Ill tempered on a regular basis, she will often act contrary to the wishes of others due to whim or some remembered slight.
Malicious: Taking pleasure in the suffering of others, she enjoys the trauma to the soul much more than that done to the body. While it is true she has entertained herself with the odd skinning or two, it is despair she is after rather than physical pain.
Lethargic: Acedia exists under the great burden of life, and exhibits this physically as well as mentally. She thinks about things for a long while and only gives an answer or a decision to someone when she is good and ready. Physically she is quite cumbersome. The turning of her head, the gestures of her hands, every plodding step lacks enthusiasm. Even her feeding habits are such that she will hold a soul prisoner in her mouth, her long teeth forming the bars of a cell, while she torments her meal.
Morbid: Acedia is quite obsessed with decay. It fills something within her to sit and watch dead bodies decompose. The artful stillness, disturbed by all the little carrion feeders, organisms too small to be seen by the naked eye erasing life, exemplifies all that is right with the world.

Loyalties: No one

Goals:

Find hollows to ‘befriend’ for protection
Cultivate herd of humans to feed from
Grow strong enough to never need protection again

Habits:

Plays with her food, inducing fear to add flavor.

B A C K G R O U N D

Snapshots

1925: Born in Ayacucho, Peru
1943 - 1950: Process of discernment, finals vows, Sister of St. Joseph
1950- 1989: Stationed in Korea
1975: Becomes Mother Superior
1989: Neglects health, dies of complications due to diabetes
1989: Hollowfication
1995: Gains sentience
1997: Exploits minions
2013: Hunting minions draws her to Karakura Town
2020: Seeks those she can exploit for protection.

Overarching History
Born one hundred years after Peru gained independence, Maria grew up in Ayacucho at an orphanage. Times were incredibly hard for the entire region. The sisters put the wool from the alpacas they raised to good use, the girls learning the arts of spinning and weaving and dyeing wool all for the tourist trade that visited the area. Her enthusiasm and powers of persuasion were high, always getting her more sales, and she became a regular in the market.

When she wasn’t working she was busy with her lessons both religious and secular. Maria began to catch the notice for her religious fervor. In her eighteenth year she announced that she wished to start the process of discernment in order to become a Bride of Christ. She had seen the life of the orphan girls who had left the safety of their convent and was certain that marriage was not for her. Drawn to a life of service, she also wished to see the world. A visiting nun from Sisters of St. Joseph spoke of a Korea in the far east and so it was that she would later become a novitiate with the SSJ and left her homeland with high expectations of the future.

She was intimidated by entering a war zone, but was reassured that location was well away from the front lines. Focusing on working with the orphans she boarded a military flight for Korea in 1950 and spent the rest of her life engaged in her mission.

Her own culture’s history was full of the gradual inclusion of the Spanish with the native people and the injustices that went along with bigotry. It was always the worst for children of mixed parentage. Unwanted by either society, it was all too common for racial hatred to be the reason those infants entered into her care. Forever being of both worlds and welcome in neither was cold. As the years wound on it became harder and harder to speak of rewards in the afterlife when she had to watch the bright young souls in her charge face one heartbreak after another.

Eventually she was named Mother Superior and what she thought would provide her opportunity toward making real change began to reveal itself as just another dead end. The success stories were no compensation for all those that were preyed upon in the streets. She could feel her faith slipping, each new failure tore a hole in the sanctity of her veil. Her spark began to flutter even as she went about her duties in a listless manner.

Prayer ceased to provide the peace and succor; she was a woman going through the motions. It all came to a head when she was rushed to the hospital one morning when she was unable to speak properly. Thinking she may have had a stroke, a simple blood test revealed her to be diabetic. It was the last straw. she grew despondent, and neglected her health culminating in her death. Instead of finding release, she was filled with even more despair.

Nothing was as promised. No one was there to greet her and lead her on to heaven, only the hell hole of futility that was the orphanage. She tried to leave but discovered her soul chain linking her to the bed within which she had died. Even more powerless in death she could do little more than to watch the children at their prayers, listen to the droning sisters chanting the Liturgy of the Hours. Why couldn’t they see what a lie it all was, how pointless their mumblings were, how corrupt the world was? They were all damned one way or another. They could not hear her screams to get off their knees and go out into the world and live their lives but just continued to be the ineffectual drones that she had also been while alive.

Unable to face the thought of an eternity tied to this place she clawed the soul chain out of her chest like a rabid beast. Everything changed in that instant as her mind was erased, her soul consumed by the feral beast that took its place. Her form twisted becoming a mockery of itself. The mouth that had screamed unheard grew to dominate her face even as her body expanded well beyond the confines of her cell.

It was the sound of chanting that drew her to the sacred space of the chapel, her clothing now hung from her body as a pelt of fur in mockery of the hair shirts penitents of old would don. Her senses rapidly expanded within the crowded space to include smells and desires she had never before experienced. So much hunger filled her that nothing else could enter her brain. She must eat, and eat she did.

Spoiler:

Maria had become a monster; Hunger was her world now and it was a harsh and unforgiving taskmaster. It would drive her from her lair and the sanctity of her stupor to venture forth into the harsh world for food. Her forays led her into the city where she would indiscriminately consume the first person she encountered before her observations granted her discernment. She was slowly growing to know that the souls that tasted good let her fight off her hunger a little longer each time. The reward had to balance out the bother of the effort.

Her feeding habits changed from grab and growl to marinating her meat with terror and despair. The screams of the soul trapped within the prison cell of her mouth tickled new pleasure centers in her brain. He was aware of her now, there was no denying the facts. Validation of her existence? Was this amusement? The corner of her cheek twitched, lips drawn back in the remnants of a smile. Yes, this was nice. Little by little she fed upon the soul, its ability to react finally destroyed until all that remained was the rich flavors to enjoy. Her last thought before being reunited with her blessed stupor was that the soul had been spiritually aware.

Language was forming in her mind, pulled from the recesses of her barely functioning brain. A slow chain reaction of awakenings would overtake her in the long expanse of time to come. She began to discriminate with better accuracy between souls and fed with greater efficiency.

The eternal search for souls that were more like herself lead her to her first encounter with another Hollow. This thing fed on others, just like her. The first thing she noticed was that it couldn’t tell the difference between good prey and useless. It was like she used to be. She had progressed further, she had changed while it had not, she was better at feeding. Those like her tasted better, this was like her even more. Hunger hit her and she knew this was a craving. She fed well that day.

Certainly there were more out there like them both and she must find another and another to consume. This kill, however, had fought back and proved difficult to defeat and it occurred to her, just like the humans, she needed others to work together. She even went so far as to persuade one of her potential morsels to serve her as bait that would lure in hollows upon which to feed. She was surprised to hear and understand the creature speaking words. Her mind was full of words for the things in the world, concepts endured in existence, even her own needs and desires, she just never had bothered to make them vocal.

She knew she could make sounds, but preferred to be stealthy and not reveal herself, but here she was conversing with her dinner and seeking to win it over to her service. Actually it was pleading to be of use. Weary of a trick, she weighed the pros and cons carefully deciding in the end that she could eat it later if it did not deliver.

Sufficiently cowed into obedience, the Hollow served her well even helping her to win over other low level kin to enter into her service. Her terms were simple, if you want food work for me, if not I will eat you. Mistakes will also get you eaten, the only option is to serve me and do a good job. Eventually she had to move on to newer hunting grounds, even traveling across the sea until she came to Karakura Town and set up her new lair. Too bad she ate her minions along the way.

Only things were different, or maybe she was what was different she was unsure of the cause, but there was a noticeable vitality in the region of a strength she had never experienced before. It was both alarming and rewarding for while the reliable availability of food in the area was nice, she discovered that just as she was more evolved than others, so too there were those that were greater than she. She would have to be even more circumspect than before.

Worst of all was the visions she viewed through the eyes of her spawn of robed figures bearing swords. These new predators were odd and dangerous in ways she had never imagined. They did not kill to live, never eating their prey, they just killed to destroy. Slowly the thought began to form in her mind that she might need to gather more hollow about herself, not to eat upon but to live beside in case the reapers came in the night to destroy her miserable existence.

by **Acedia** Mon Jun 15, 2020 3:40 am

H O L L O W // P O W E R
name of powerNone
translation of powerNon-applicable

Hollow Ability: None Unlocked

STATS & SKILLS
SPENT XP/TOTAL XP
990/1000

STATS
Reiatsu 110
Power 37
Control 40
Agility 11
Durability 22

SKILLS
Evolution Apprentice
Ferocity Basic
Cero Basic
Sonido None

Acedia [ Hollowbreed ] [Finished ] A534b29becb2f25914eb546db319b99e

by **Acedia** Mon Jun 15, 2020 3:42 am

THREAD TRACKER

Know Your Limits - Acedia goes hunting for food and find a something tasty in the way of Shinigami, namely Hatayama Zenji. [ complete ]
Scene of the Crime - Acedia returns to the scene of her defeat in an attempt to learn more about the Reapers and runs into Angeni. [ in progress ]
xxx

by **Shimazu** Mon Jun 15, 2020 5:00 pm

Welcome aboard, o fearsome hollow.

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