Ggian Nouverro Ueva
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| Ggian Nouverro Ueva ♂ | |
|---|---|
 Exequias Doble-Cero | |
| Date of Birth | 23rd November, 1503 (508) |
| Place of Birth | Tenochtitlan, Acolhuas |
| Resurrección | El Zorro |
| Domir | Solapado Vals |
| Fraccion | Torres Ciel Laubena |
| Player | Ruick |
| Arrancar | |
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Appearance
Ggian is a tall man at 6 foot 2 inches, with a whimsical look to him. His eyes speak experience and energy while his wild scarlet hair brings out the youth in him accompanied by a superman bang falling pointed from the center of his forehead. Do to his altering form he shifts his face quite often but the Arrancar that was born from ascension dons a pair of thick framed glasses which give the Arrancar a twisted intellectual air. In fact he prides himself to be more handsome with glasses. He feels naked without a mask and thus you won't see him without some form of eyewear. His face is devoid of the trademark Arrancar mask fragment.
Ggian's Arrancar uniform has been dramatically altered to suit his flare and taste. His garbs have been shrunken and he wears a sleeveless white shirt with a dark crimson outline instead of a black one. His hakama are also awkward, they fall to his knees getting wider before shrinking inward before finally tying off at his ankles with bandages that wrap all the way down and around his feet. He has no need for shoes, he dislikes them and prefers to simply wrap his feet leaving his toes exposed.
The Arrancar's number has since faded over the course of two drastic evolutions and a crimson red blemish of the double zeros is all that adorns the back of his neck. His final piece of clothing would be the wrist sleeves that extend from the middle of his forearm with a crimson trim around them they rest atop bandages that span from the middle of his upper arm to the palms of his hands yet again allowing his fingers to breath. This makes him look like a fighter, ready to brawl on a whim.
Personality
Ggian at first may appear and seem to be cocky but in all actuality he's a simple and laid back Arrancar. He applies himself to many things but as he's come to his ascended conclusion, he feels as if he is the smartest being around. It may be true that he garners great wisdom, experience and intellect but the man does not go around gloating that he's better than anyone else. No, that's below him. He'd never go around calling himself a God or anything, he rather prove his skill and talent to his foe and relish their reaction when they learn it's futile. Somewhat conceited..... what?
Analytics and causality are the sciences that Ggian keeps track of, they are a must if he is to survive in a dog-eat-dog Universe. Thus, Ggian is always processing his next best course of action. He take his intellect to another level and plots out multiple actions, upwards of 50 logical simulations per every variable. He's a swift and calculating type and very much so a perfectionist. He must execute his plans with dignified perfection or he can become rather upset.
Though Ggian may seem like a geeky, smart type he doesn't fail to come across as a cool savant; smart yet savvy. He knows how to attract attention rather than put people off with ramblings of statistics and boring data, though he does thoroughly enjoy it. He's somewhat of a womanizer and may "come on" to anything with breasts. Not quite everything though.... (sweatdrop -_-'). He's outwardly a good person and will likely perform if it serves to his favor. He's pretty much a Jack of All Trades.
History
Born again as a Hollow only 11 years after his true birth, Nahua was special, deprived of his life by trickery and false-idol worshiping. Before the events that lead up to his demise, Nahua lived a practically normal life. The Aztec social environment was unique and prosperous but there were down-sides to such beliefs and social habits. Nahua grew up in this environment, beneficial? Yes; in the end? No. He would ultimately grow up to no older than 11 before this very culture would destroy his life with petty beliefs.
Despite his bleak future, Nahua had a simple and pleasant childhood. His day to day rhythm happened out on the fields. He was a good harvester, worked quickly and was diligent. The work was also an excuse for his inability to cope or converse with others. He disliked fooling around with the other young kids of Acolhuas, they were often to forceful and Nahua disliked there ways of having fun; instead he daydreamed about many things as he went about picking maize from the crops, this was his day-to-day life.
On occasion it was required for him, and all other villagers to attend ceremonies and festivals usually held at the temple. Sacrifices, performances, even speeches were performed for the gods of their religion. Honestly, Nahua didn't keep up with all the non-sense deity's that his community harbored too. Even at the young age of 8 he knew that they were false pieces of trash. False gods, to be worshiped by mindless lunatics; He wanted out, he wanted something better; what he was searching for was what came after life. He was looking for the after-life.
At the age of 10, the bitterly young age of 10 years, a monumental year for a young man in Aztec culture. That year, the year he turned 10 years of age he knew his way out. Nahua nominated himself much to his parent’s displeasure, to be the sacrifice in the Festival of Toxcatl that would be held at the end of the year. This nomination ensued he would be ultimately a sacrifice to the god, Tezcatlipoca. The whole year he was to be treated as a God, it was a curious ritualistic sacrifice which held the life-style of an emperor for one whole year.
This year was the greatest year in Nahua's mortal life. He was treated to 4 women of his liking, foods and delicacies that no other would taste of, he was treated as royalty, and he loved it. He was supposedly a physical and spiritual representation of Tezcatlipoca himself, although Nahua did not believe in the deity. He enjoyed the ritual task of playing the flute down the streets of the Aztec city; under that short amount of time he became a man. All these things were building up to an ultimate conclusion; his voluntary offer of sacrifice at the Festival of Toxcatl.
When the time came for the ceremony, Nahua panicked, but cooperated as need be. He hesitantly climbed the pyramid to begin the ritual. He was more frightful than he'd believed he'd be. He knew the time was to come, but he enjoyed his 4 companions of the late year and life had taken a brighter stance in his eyes, giving it up felt like the equivalent of bringing plague upon his people. So, reluctantly and without cheer he ascended the pyramid where he broke his flute, symbolizing his offering. His body surrendered to the priests on the cool night of the festival, he was gone that very night.
Nahua wasn't happy when he realized what he was looking for. The After-life was exceedingly more boring than actual life. He was upset, distant and depressed for months, roaming the land; there were plenty of Aztec souls about, what with all the sacrifices his people made annually. He wondered and wondered. It was well past a year before his chain, his inga no kusari, finally reached its last link. The pain that ensued was agonizing, and soon would end as his soul morphed into a beast, an empty entity with no heart; he became a hollow. From then on for a little less than 500 years he ravaged the souls that he could get his blood thirsty maw on. The Aztecs were a great source of sating ones great appetite, until there fall sometime in the early 1500s. Nahua, slowly earning a name suitable for his mystique feasted on any soul he could, he lived for only one instinct now; to evolve.
With the assistance of Peligroso in encountering a massive Hollow, Zephyr has since then evolved to a new level of Power. He reached his true goal of becoming a Vasto Lorde; the epitome of all Hollows.
The Vasto Lorde was in his evolved from for a matter of weeks. Likely less than that but one did not keep up with time when forever cast in a perpetual darkness in the sands of Las Dias. And neither did Zephyros keep up with his feeding. He hardly fed when a lesser Hollow, but when he did he took in enough to sate his hunger. But as an evolved being he mistook his new found hunger and neglected it. Roaming about in the sand, contemplating as he usually did, Zephyros found himself face to face with a clash between two Adjucahs class Hollows.
It'd been awhile since he'd last fed, and he'd figured he'd consume the winner of the little farce. A fitting meal of a Vasto Lorde, no? Zephyros found himself absorbed by the feminine Adjucha and left behind the notion of a meal to investigate Ortiga's notion on Arrancar's. "To Rip" the word meant. And literally that's what he convinced the Hollow of surprisingly. She agreed to have her mask removed because life as a Hollow was a despair. Death was what she really sought but Zephyros gave her new life. The Vasto Lorde tore off her mask with a clean swipe leaving but a small mask fragment and the lithe Hollow to wallow in pain as she ascended.
Meanwhile Zephyros's own ascension was nearing whether he liked it or not. He found his hunger quickly growing. Was this new form so demanding that the Hollow had to consume more so than he first came to believe. Whatever the case Zephyros took drastic measures to preserve his power. With a split second he made the decision to tear off his mask. He'd ascend with what little power he had left. The resulting explosion of reiatsu as the excess reiryoku was burned up created a glass prism. Or moreover a castle of crystal scarlet red hue. Days passed and the Arrancar now Torres Errias rose to break Zephyros out of his cocoon. The Vasto Lorde, now Arrancar rose from the shattered fragments of his ascension and stretched his form into the Sangre-Ciudadela (Blood Citadel). This new Arrancar's name was: Ggian Nouverro Ueva.
Combat
Strengths
The Mind- Ggian is an intellectual above any pedigree. His mind calculates like no other being alone and thus so he is quite capable of playing through an entire game of shogi in his mind, thinking of every possible move. This supernatural mental ability is a strong suit of the Arrancar's and he prides his unprecedented intellect. Multitasking and elite stratagem are second nature to Ggian. He can literally write two different notes with his hands while reciting a poem, his mind is that advanced in its processing.
The Tattoos- Upon attaining his new spiritual presence, Ggian had built up a base reiryoku which exploded into a crystal citadel. Something only brought about by a new found spiritual maximum. Ggian's spiritual energy when not sealed away by his own means (Dormir) can be quite deadly. He utilizes the traits of his Dormir to lock away his Dormir's ability until called upon. Slightly redundant but otherwise his massive spiritual pressure would go around cracking streets and breaking light bulbs. His Dormir places restrictive tattoos upon his shoulders which appear to be coiling seals that suppress his spiritual pressure close to 10 fold.
Limber Ginger- Ggian possesses an extremely limber body capable of gymnastic perfection and complete yoga dominance. Though his speed is significantly less than in his previous forms his mind makes up for that as well as his body's reaction speed. With the slightest of movements he's capable of dodging attacks rather than wasting movements like practically many others. His mind perceives attacks quicker than before and thus he becomes a hard target to hit. You likely won't hit him unless he wants you too....
Weaknesses
Anger Management- The Arrancar when ticked off will display his true arrogant colors. He fights in a blind fervor as he literally burns through a massive spring of spiritual energy wasting every last drop to waste his enemy with. Not always a good thing for both ends. Clumsiness is also a factor when his judgment becomes clouded by anger.
Ant Among Roaches?- Though wise and smart, a slight flaw in character leads Ggian to believe a well thought out plan can get him out of any situation and that he can take on any foe as long as he's got it down to a science how he's going to take them down. There are just some beings that are too overwhelmingly powerful for the Arrancar and he's yet to actually realize this mentally. It's a lesson to be learned that won't end well.
