Mu the Silent

Subject: Mu the Silent Sun Nov 09, 2014 2:28 pm

Arrancar Template

Mu

”---Do you not remember me---”

Arrancar Encyclopedia

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Birth Name: N/A
Hollow Aliases: Mu
Gender: Male
Age: [] approx 1000 years
Birth Date: N/A
Rank Status: The 4th King
Cero Color: Dark Blue Black
Aspect of Death: Longing.
Hollow Hole Location: Center of Chest

Appearance:

Mu in all his sense does not look much of a Arrancar. At least as far as his attire goes. While most Arrancar choose a white fabric or color scheme, Mu has chosen to walk the night desert. His hair is jet black, extending far past his Back and shoulders.

His hollow fragments line an upward teeth formation under his right eye, on the top of his spine where it meets the neck. Some are visible on parts oh his hands and some exist on his chest collar. His upper body is roughly bandaged in decaying white while he wears sandals and a white pants. Sometimes he may even look like a poor beggar.

His facial features are predominantly hidden much like his upper body by the same but separate bandages. With a defined and sharp jawline and a high nose. His orangish red eyes are a defining feature of him. At times it may glow with the warmth of an ember but at times it will glare the full red of a blazing inferno.

However he stands tall, at 6'2 broad shoulders. His height gives him the appearance of a slender man but in reality the man is heavily built with powerful and enduring muscle mass. A swimmer's body would best accurately describe him, built for long durations of extreme exertion.

Once upon a time before the removal oh his mask he looked like an ordinary adjucahs. Humanoid, boney and white with black and blue streaks running down his body. He was not of any significance save for the absence of a mouth.

Personality:

Mu is quiet the oddity. He's not the one for talking much. Usually keeping to himself and preferring to communicate through body language and hand signs. Many think he is mute but his silence is by choice.

To most he comes off as carefree or apathetic. Indifferent to the world around him. Often he will simply walk past horrific scenes without as so much a flinch in his eyes. He is not a stranger to killing, in fact he is more familiar with massacres. Brethren or not his loyalty is not guaranteed simply because they are of the same kin.

Those who are on a more higher level of acquaintance describe him as a goof and butter fingers. He is the last one you want holding something important. There was a recollection when he was asked to briefly hold a jeweled hollow skull ornament. As soon as it passed into has butter fingers dropped it.

His loyalty does not come easily but once it is gained it becomes something close to a blind obsession. Due to this trait he seems to lack followers of his own but the few that follow him are powerful and practice the same obsessive loyalty that he himself does.

He is not the sharpest tool in the shed, he can be slow on social matters but when it comes to a threat or battle he may as well be the very thing that cuts atoms. He is the very definition of a seasoned fighter, perhaps the most lethal in terms of combat among the arrancar that exist in Hueco Mundo. His understanding of his opponents, their traits, favored movements, weaknesses and even the collaboration of the environment is what gives him the upperhand it most fights.

His aspect of death is longing, the whole in the chest a witness to his acking heart. He searches for something, possibly explaining the apathetic and indifference he holds for nearly everything in this world.

Fighting Style

Combat Style Overview

Innate Ability:

Level (1, 2, 3)
—Reiatsu
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Heirro
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Cero / Bala
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Resureccion
Level (1, 2, 3)

Once Upon A Time

History:

His human life or how he became to be the disgusting substance known as a hollow, these memories are long gone, devoured the insanity that called for cannibalism. However he does remember living his life as a plus soul for a very long time. Wondering the world as nothing but a spirit. There was a time he was enslaved, forced to do humiliating work. If correct this was the same period in which horrors were performed on his ethereal being. Causing him to feel an acidic pain of corrosion in his heart. At first it was like having his livers were slowly being squashed but as time went the pain began to come in regular intervals and for longer durations.

Needles being driven into his heart, his lungs filled with boiling water, his stomach chilled to the point it felt like a lead block, his head screaming like the anvils of a hot forge. His skin melting and being reformed at any given moment. The memories of himself he lost but the pain is engraved into the very fabric of his being. It was an endless reality that would seem to have no end. Everything has an end, like a lie the torture stopped one day. The man men stopped coming.

The memory is clear as day but when and where was not clear. Like a snippet of an edited movie, the video had not clear beginning or end and for a time it as was alright. Mu, a name that hag stuck meaning nothing. He roamed aimless, hungry and without rest. The hunger was subtle but always there, he never had blood thirsty pangs where he wanted to rip and devour everything that moved. Just before this he was what they called a Menos Grande. Slithering and sliming over bodies of other souls like an orgy of black snakes. It wasn't long before he ate all of them, eating his way up to be the dominant personality when he had succeeded he had become the gazing mouthless adjuchas.

And as Mu the Mouthless he roamed endless in the desert that seemed to extend forever. Hunger tore at him but it was not for subsistence to satisfy his hunger. it was a hunger for something to fill the painful void in his heart. Wherever he went however he only saw dead hollows, the remains of their sorry corpses sucked dry. In a land of white sand these were the only landmarks and so he followed the trail of bread crumbs not really having anything better to do.

Eventually the trail became to change instead of dead ones there were ones that were alive. Curiosity was a first, he began to walk faster, what had decided to spare these beings this time? The usual trail of dry hollows were now vibrant moving ones. What he found at the end of the trail or at the center of its masses was something he did not expect. Something bigger than he was. Vasto Lorde they called her, a brood mother of thousands. This could fill the void he thought.

For decades he stayed in her company simply following the rag tag band of merry making and general feasting. However still then he did not eat nor did he speak. For all he knew he did not know how to speak. He certainly did not have a mouth to speak or to eat with. But for longest of times he was genuinely happy, he no longer had the painful void that plagued his heart.

News of war spread across the land, a witch had collected hundreds of her own followers. Peace was only a dream as the the two broods clashes with one another. Driven with the will to protect fearing the void might return Mu laid waste to a dozens of the witches mind controlled zombies. Despite his war efforts and victories they always seemed to be on the defensive and retreat.

He became separated from his queen soon hearing her absence was due to her defeat. No news of her body or whereabouts were known. Anger was a first. The void began to return, expanding further than before. In a fear of pain Mu entered a state of mindless rage. He ran at every witchling he saw, a screaming hunger that ripped apart a mouth. He devoured, munched, annihilated ranks of the zombie hollows. He ate and he ate trying to fill the growing void, he never wanted to return to the feeling of emptiness.

However no matter how many times he ate he never seemed to be able to fill the void, it only delayed the growing pain. Soon in the madness of void he grabbed his face, ripping the bone. The physical pain it brought was excruciating but the pain dulled the pain from the void and so he ripped away, fragment by fragment. Eventually he was left with nothing but a few fragments on his face, hands and parts of his body.

When his mind returned to be his own, Mu became silent was once again. Though he had a mouth this time around he became once again the mute wandering fool. A few adjuchas had followed his example, removing their masks and swearing loyalty to his strength but the hole in his chest was still there.

The 4th King of the White Desert they called him. However he did not care, once again he roamed the sands, stopping occasionally to feed or to let his retainers have a little fun here and there. He became disheartened, depressive there was an occasion where a beacon of light had erupted into the air. Many had chased after it but Mu had no obligation to chase after the light like a moth. Infact he resented the light. It had been the cause of his pain. It had taken away his heart, like a spear of light which stabbed through his chest and left it gaping.

"Hungry" he whispers. His retainers thinking it is food he wants but he really just wanted to see his Queen again.

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Arrancar Template

Mu

”---Do you not remember me---”

Arrancar Encyclopedia

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Birth Name: N/A
Hollow Aliases: Mu
Gender: Male
Age: [] approx 1000 years
Birth Date: N/A
Rank Status: The 4th King
Cero Color: Dark Blue Black
Aspect of Death: Longing.
Hollow Hole Location: Center of Chest

Appearance:

Mu in all his sense does not look much of a Arrancar. At least as far as his attire goes. While most Arrancar choose a white fabric or color scheme, Mu has chosen to walk the night desert. His hair is jet black, extending far past his Back and shoulders.

His hollow fragments line an upward teeth formation under his right eye, on the top of his spine where it meets the neck. Some are visible on parts oh his hands and some exist on his chest collar. His upper body is roughly bandaged in decaying white while he wears sandals and a white pants. Sometimes he may even look like a poor beggar.

His facial features are predominantly hidden much like his upper body by the same but separate bandages. With a defined and sharp jawline and a high nose. His orangish red eyes are a defining feature of him. At times it may glow with the warmth of an ember but at times it will glare the full red of a blazing inferno.

However he stands tall, at 6'2 broad shoulders. His height gives him the appearance of a slender man but in reality the man is heavily built with powerful and enduring muscle mass. A swimmer's body would best accurately describe him, built for long durations of extreme exertion.

Once upon a time before the removal oh his mask he looked like an ordinary adjucahs. Humanoid, boney and white with black and blue streaks running down his body. He was not of any significance save for the absence of a mouth.

Personality:

Mu is quiet the oddity. He's not the one for talking much. Usually keeping to himself and preferring to communicate through body language and hand signs. Many think he is mute but his silence is by choice.

To most he comes off as carefree or apathetic. Indifferent to the world around him. Often he will simply walk past horrific scenes without as so much a flinch in his eyes. He is not a stranger to killing, in fact he is more familiar with massacres. Brethren or not his loyalty is not guaranteed simply because they are of the same kin.

Those who are on a more higher level of acquaintance describe him as a goof and butter fingers. He is the last one you want holding something important. There was a recollection when he was asked to briefly hold a jeweled hollow skull ornament. As soon as it passed into has butter fingers dropped it.

His loyalty does not come easily but once it is gained it becomes something close to a blind obsession. Due to this trait he seems to lack followers of his own but the few that follow him are powerful and practice the same obsessive loyalty that he himself does.

He is not the sharpest tool in the shed, he can be slow on social matters but when it comes to a threat or battle he may as well be the very thing that cuts atoms. He is the very definition of a seasoned fighter, perhaps the most lethal in terms of combat among the arrancar that exist in Hueco Mundo. His understanding of his opponents, their traits, favored movements, weaknesses and even the collaboration of the environment is what gives him the upperhand it most fights.

His aspect of death is longing, the whole in the chest a witness to his acking heart. He searches for something, possibly explaining the apathetic and indifference he holds for nearly everything in this world.

Fighting Style

Combat Style Overview

Innate Ability:

Level (1, 2, 3)
—Reiatsu
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Heirro
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Cero / Bala
Level (1, 2, 3)
—Resureccion
Level (1, 2, 3)

Once Upon A Time

History:

His human life or how he became to be the disgusting substance known as a hollow, these memories are long gone, devoured the insanity that called for cannibalism. However he does remember living his life as a plus soul for a very long time. Wondering the world as nothing but a spirit. There was a time he was enslaved, forced to do humiliating work. If correct this was the same period in which horrors were performed on his ethereal being. Causing him to feel an acidic pain of corrosion in his heart. At first it was like having his livers were slowly being squashed but as time went the pain began to come in regular intervals and for longer durations.

Needles being driven into his heart, his lungs filled with boiling water, his stomach chilled to the point it felt like a lead block, his head screaming like the anvils of a hot forge. His skin melting and being reformed at any given moment. The memories of himself he lost but the pain is engraved into the very fabric of his being. It was an endless reality that would seem to have no end. Everything has an end, like a lie the torture stopped one day. The man men stopped coming.

The memory is clear as day but when and where was not clear. Like a snippet of an edited movie, the video had not clear beginning or end and for a time it as was alright. Mu, a name that hag stuck meaning nothing. He roamed aimless, hungry and without rest. The hunger was subtle but always there, he never had blood thirsty pangs where he wanted to rip and devour everything that moved. Just before this he was what they called a Menos Grande. Slithering and sliming over bodies of other souls like an orgy of black snakes. It wasn't long before he ate all of them, eating his way up to be the dominant personality when he had succeeded he had become the gazing mouthless adjuchas.

And as Mu the Mouthless he roamed endless in the desert that seemed to extend forever. Hunger tore at him but it was not for subsistence to satisfy his hunger. it was a hunger for something to fill the painful void in his heart. Wherever he went however he only saw dead hollows, the remains of their sorry corpses sucked dry. In a land of white sand these were the only landmarks and so he followed the trail of bread crumbs not really having anything better to do.

Eventually the trail became to change instead of dead ones there were ones that were alive. Curiosity was a first, he began to walk faster, what had decided to spare these beings this time? The usual trail of dry hollows were now vibrant moving ones. What he found at the end of the trail or at the center of its masses was something he did not expect. Something bigger than he was. Vasto Lorde they called her, a brood mother of thousands. This could fill the void he thought.

For decades he stayed in her company simply following the rag tag band of merry making and general feasting. However still then he did not eat nor did he speak. For all he knew he did not know how to speak. He certainly did not have a mouth to speak or to eat with. But for longest of times he was genuinely happy, he no longer had the painful void that plagued his heart.

News of war spread across the land, a witch had collected hundreds of her own followers. Peace was only a dream as the the two broods clashes with one another. Driven with the will to protect fearing the void might return Mu laid waste to a dozens of the witches mind controlled zombies. Despite his war efforts and victories they always seemed to be on the defensive and retreat.

He became separated from his queen soon hearing her absence was due to her defeat. No news of her body or whereabouts were known. Anger was a first. The void began to return, expanding further than before. In a fear of pain Mu entered a state of mindless rage. He ran at every witchling he saw, a screaming hunger that ripped apart a mouth. He devoured, munched, annihilated ranks of the zombie hollows. He ate and he ate trying to fill the growing void, he never wanted to return to the feeling of emptiness.

However no matter how many times he ate he never seemed to be able to fill the void, it only delayed the growing pain. Soon in the madness of void he grabbed his face, ripping the bone. The physical pain it brought was excruciating but the pain dulled the pain from the void and so he ripped away, fragment by fragment. Eventually he was left with nothing but a few fragments on his face, hands and parts of his body.

When his mind returned to be his own, Mu became silent was once again. Though he had a mouth this time around he became once again the mute wandering fool. A few adjuchas had followed his example, removing their masks and swearing loyalty to his strength but the hole in his chest was still there.

The 4th King of the White Desert they called him. However he did not care, once again he roamed the sands, stopping occasionally to feed or to let his retainers have a little fun here and there. He became disheartened, depressive there was an occasion where a beacon of light had erupted into the air. Many had chased after it but Mu had no obligation to chase after the light like a moth. Infact he resented the light. It had been the cause of his pain. It had taken away his heart, like a spear of light which stabbed through his chest and left it gaping.

"Hungry" he whispers. His retainers thinking it is food he wants but he really just wanted to see his Queen again.

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