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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxVasto Lorde
《 Name 》
xxxxxxx Reina Santiago
《 Age 》
xxxxxxx ???
《 Birthday 》
xxxxxxx April 4th
《 Height 》
xxxxxxx 6'0"
《 Weight 》
xxxxxxx 168lbs.
《 Physicality 》
xxxxxxx [ x ] [ x ] [ x ]
Reina is a slender framed woman. Her body is incredibly lean without any real visible muscle-tone. The size of her bust is deceptive based on what she's wearing and her hips are quite wide despite the lack of a large rear end to accompany them. She has a runner's legs. They're extremely long and powerful, thus her entire frame is comparable to an athlete's, primarily a track runner. She's quick on her feet and very flexible. She has a chocolate brown complexion, silvery white hair that reaches down to her mid-back. Reina also has Lagomorph features, somewhat long nails similar to claws, crimson eyes, a cottontail where her tailbone is located, and two white, large, prehensile rabbit ears atop her head.
xxxxxxxxxx【 Eye Color 】 Crimson Red
xxxxxxxxxx【 Hair Color 】 Platinum White
xxxxxxxxxx【 Tattoos / Scars 】 None
xxxxxxxxxx【 Health Deficiencies 】
Alexia — The inability to read. Unfortunately for Reina, when she lost her life and was transformed into who she currently is, she regained a portion of her memories and knowledge of her past life but there were key fragments of intelligence that were lost. In her case, she lost her knowledge of how to read, everything, structured words and symbols, appearing as a foreign language to her. However, it isn't as they she can't regain and retain this ability, she doesn't know of a way to teach herself and is too ashamed to mention it to another soul.
Depression {varying ranges} — More specifically, in Reina's case, emptiness; the inability to truly feel. This makes her appear pessimistic whenever she isn't silent, uncaring about most things. However, this is something peculiar to her because she remembers having this same numbness in her previous life as a human being and will sometimes resort to certain extremities in order to try and feel something; usually to no avail. Quite literal to what she is, Reina feels hollow inside.
《 Biography 》
xxxxxxx
- {I See Dead People}
[ x ] Always the curious one, Reina was raised as an adventurous, fearless girl. She had a knack for the peculiar, spirits, death, the habits of animals, all of it captured her eye; quite literally. Born with an abundance of latent spiritual pressure she could see and communicate with spirits; a medium of you will. Her imaginary friends were those of the deceased but this didn't mean that she had an abnormal upbringing. They'd speak with her, share their life stories with her, but she learned to keep them silent, like secrets, when realizing that not everyone shared her gift.
As time passed, Reina encountered countless spirits, collecting their stories like a compilation of forlorn Disney tales. This made her start to see the world different, and thus, begun making her a blacker individual; one capable of great empathy but in an amount that she couldn't control. Eventually her social skills declined and she became the target of unwarranted aggression and harassment from her peers. Reina bit down on her tongue and often kept to herself, but her mother was concerned; this was no way for a child to grow up.
- {Maybe I'm Crazy}
[ x ] Cultural beliefs disallowed and didn't condone the scientific theory of Psychology, so the only shrink that Reina ever saw was the one at her school, recommended by one of her teachers behind her mother's back; but, of course, she neglected telling them that it wasn't technically behind her back given she'd passed away a couple of months prior to her sophomore year.
Burglary, breaking and entering, prostitution, Reina had been too busy trying to fend for herself in gang littered streets to think about the useless spirits that kept trying to tell her tales of their deaths and their eternal struggles. Eventually she'd become numb to it all. Whatever money she had went towards her own survival. She lived on her own, the only great thing about her mother was that she had the brains to pay off their humble little abode so the government wouldn't take it nor find out that she'd been buried in their yard. The only problem, was that her mother's spirit still bothered her, but at least now she knew that her baby girl wasn't actually insane.
Or maybe she was.
Reina had done things to try and feel again. Drugs, sex, she'd even pick fights with people twice her size, but no matter what she tried it just felt as if it'd only drove her more towards the stoically dead madness that had plagued her since childhood. And the more she plunged down this rabbit hole the more she noticed the spirits around her; this connection was killing her and the scars that littered her body had been proof of it.
- {Like A Flower In The Dawn}
[ x ] A magician, a performer, a poet, a genius. Admiration and praise for a single individual stirred something within Reina that'd keep with her for the rest of her days as a living being and thereafter.
During her mid to late teens Reina had done her fair share of soul searching but the results had always come up as inconclusive. One day, she and her boyfriend, happened upon a show, a street performance of a single man that moved with a funny, almost robotic limp who wore a white mask and body and attire resembling a toy soldier in the Nutcracker. He was set upon a grand stage hand crafted by old wood and cardboard but never faltered with his agile movements not even once. He'd put on a play for all to see with puppets and magic and rich, flavorful language that vivified the imagination! Tales of love gained and love lost, the sullenness of crying spirits and the decay of their mortal world. Yet everything had a positive note. Where there was death, life waited to bloom. This mourning the deceased were celebrating their lives. Everything a blossoming rose, everything a singing bird. It was true poetry in motion.
And for the first time in years the woman had felt her heart race as the captivation of his performance had left her with only one emotion; Excitement.
Being spiritually aware, she could practically see the aura seething from him, and vice-versa when he begun handing out fliers to his business, recruiting young talents to take under his wing and show them the ways of his craft. However, the flier had no printed address. It had no number to call. She'd looked down at this flier but when she looked up the man was gone. His props, his stage, everything. The world had gone about their business as if the show had never happened
- {Oh This War Of Mine}
[ x ] Oh how this memory eludes me so evasively. My head spins in thought, confusion and frustration fills my soul before descending back into the void of my heart from whence it came. This gap, this missing fragment. I know it's important to my core, an essential puzzle piece to complete the hideously stained and muddied image that represents the face of my life; and yet it is missing. Lost after death. My only recollection is the image of my lost self. One day, I will find you.
- {Death Blossom}
[ x ] Even in death there was no peace. Reina had now joined the spirits whom she'd once befriended as a child and disowned during her teenage years. She doesn't remember roaming the mortal plane as a lost spirit, but one that had removed her own chain to become hollowfied and fled to the lower realm where harrowed spirits dwell. She can't recall if it'd been for a purpose other than a form of spiritual suicide so that she wouldn't have to plague another living soul with the wailing of her sorrowful cries; to avoid giving them the same life that she had.
Reborn in Hueco Mundo as a rabbit the woman had no name. She was a small, fragile hollow but the spiritual pressure she had in her living days had carried over in her spirit form. This, in turn, had given her quite a unique survival skill. Agile, the rabbit sprung and hopped from place to place, leaving footprints in the sand and from that sand grew the most precious of desert roses. Tracked by predators. Once the rabbit appeared vulnerable they'd go in for the kill. However, that's when they'd be met with a web of lies and deceit, all around them these roses would bloom before triggering, erupting, and searing the predator into freshly cooked meat for the rabbit to feast on.
The rabbit grew.
Against larger, more slower predators, the rabbit cloaked itself in an orb of spiritual pressure, swiftly slamming itself repeatedly against the thicker shells of the hollow until they cracked and finally broke, exposing its meaty innards. The rabbit would deal the killing blow and devour the larger beast, shell and all with its powerful teeth.
And again, the rabbit grew.
But what could it do against a horde of foes at once? Surely the rabbit was out of tricks by now? It had grown but its size was still miniature in stature when compared to those of Gillian and Menos Grande. But as it grew it started taking on a more humanoid shape. The rabbit was clever and used its sweet appearance to lure in predatory Hollow, desperate to evolve. However, it was too small and too quick to catch. Even against twenty raging Hollow it'd simply raise one of its large paws or create an orb at its mouth, firing spherical shells of reishi rapidly at its foes. Aiming for known vitals for quick, one shot kills assassination style. They'd all fall in an instant, and then the rabbit would eat.
Once again the rabbit grew and grew until its body shaped itself more and more into that of a human but as it ate and evolved it was approached by a shadowy figure and then all of a sudden...
Darkness.
《 Miscellaneous Inventory 》
xxxxxxx Nothing of importance
《 Personality 》
xxxxxxx A sheltered spirit. Clever in its thought process and even more flawless in its speedy and precise execution. Reina chooses not to speak often, silence is deadly, silence is key, silence is golden. She appears empty, expressionless, without opinion, but secretively curious about everything around her. Like a child in a foreign land. The memories of her past are hazy, a large chunk missing altogether, but her personality from her previous life has carried on to this one. She still remembers the spirits and their calling, the void she felt and the curiosity that accompanied. The desire to try and feel even if just a fragment. She tends to be passive-aggressive. But if she feels the need to take action she'll often do so swiftly and suddenly without order; seeing no point in wasting time with small talk and opinions.
《 Fears 》
xxxxxxx Nothing that she acknowledges.
《 Aspirations 》
xxxxxxx To feel.
《 Love Interests 》
xxxxxxx None
《 Motto 》
xxxxxxx "Life and Death are of the same thread."
