[Nacimiento] Amado Ahueque

[Silfarion]

[Creacion] Amado Ahueque

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Amado Ahueque - Normal Hollow Form as drawn by Silfarion

Nombre: Amado Ahueque

Género: Male

La Edad de la Muerte / La Edad en Hueco Mundo (Age of Death / Age in Hueco Mundo): 27 Años / 1 Año

Personalidad: Amado wants to be a human. A rare (and some would say pathetic) trait for a hollow, after all, humans are merely food. But he asks the question, why is it the more human like a hollow, the more powerful? His reasoning led him to believe humanity is the source of both good and evil, both shinigami and hollows, but he still has the innate hollow desire to rid the worlds of both humans and shinigami.

Yet despite this quest he often wonders why he was born into this world as a hollow, after all he knows only a few, rare glimpses into his life as a human. Nothing that could indicate to him his method of passage. For some reason, he feels almost unquenchable sorrow because of this. Sadness that controls him more than his hunger, a sense of emptiness, like a broken heart. This drives him to other hollows, consuming them in hopes of filling the void in his soul or figuring out just what that dark chasm in his "heart" really is.

Ahueque, while being mysterious (even for a hollow), is fond of irony. He saves such ironic tendencies for the truly important souls he consumes, something of a delicacy to him. Unknown to him, this love of irony comes from how he was killed and turned into a hollow. He takes everything he does seriously, even simply eating a plus is done efficiently and skillfully, no hesitation, no games. This carries into his style of combat, he does very little for the fun of it and hardly shows off.

He gauges an opponents strength, engages, determines if the foe can be destroyed or eaten, and then takes the appropriate course of action. He also tries not to expend any more energy than is necessary to complete a goal. Finally, Amado rarely talks, but when he does it has a specific purpose and is not idle. Simply an intelligent hollow, an empty hollow, a sad hollow.

Apariencia Física: Ahueque is, by all means, a somewhat average looking hollow. He isn't that large, only about the size of two to three story building. And, while every one of his body's joints are covered by spikes (even the ones upon his extremities, such as his fingers), they are blunt and aren't much use in combat. His hands are fully humanoid, if significantly larger, while his feet are similar (except the toes end in claws). His hollow hole is right where his heart would be, surrounded on either side by two pec-like plates, with smaller plates continuing down his abdomen. Several other features set him apart however. The first, is that in place of hair that most hollows have are three cape-like protrusions, black in color.

One extends from the three ridges upon his mask to the back of his neck, the other two flow from either shoulder blade down to almost the bottom of this hollow's legs. The second is his mask. In addition to its three evenly mounted ridges (with the largest being in the center of his head, being separated by the two smaller ones by small but sharp bumps, all of them tipped with black), are three more protrusions along his jaw following the spike pattern. A bone-like band extends from his jaw around the back of his head and to the other side.

But perhaps the most striking aspect of the mask are his sad black eyes, held in a perpetual state of sorrow. He fights much like a normal human or shinigami would, using his limbs to gain the upper hand against hollows without such advantages. In tight situations, he might even utilize his capes as distractions.

Biografía: All memories of his life as a human escape him, but he's slowing starting to remember who he used to be. What he does know: he was a young up-and-coming businessman with a penchant for creative expression, although how he expressed this is not known to him. He knew something wasn't right when he was alive, he always had this vague feeling of writhing anger... deep seated sadness, things that couldn't be normal. He was headstrong, but emotionally unstable due to this. But that's all he knows. Everything beyond this is wholly or partially unknown to him.

The truth of the matter lies in a sequence of truly dire events. He was married and had three children, work as a businessman at a car-safety insurance company, and was quickly becoming its lead executive when his entire family was killed in a car crash: one that was (supposedly) caused by faulty safety equipment, but was more likely the work of one of his former adversaries in life.

He turned to drugs to cope, but this only had him fired from his company and evicted from his house. His innate anger and sadness consumed him entirely and tore away any willpower he had left; he ultimately decided to kill himself. It was only by fate that his suicide succeeded. On the way to his chosen destination, he saw a starving homeless child, begging him for food. He had seen him every day on his way to work before, always donating him part of his lunch, but this time in his mental state he merely brushed the brat away and continued to the top of his old business's parking garage.

He planted his feet on the edge of the roof, playing his life out before his eyes, finally setting on the homeless kid he saw earlier. It was just enough to change his mind and he began to get down... but crumbling concrete and a gust of wind sent him to his death regardless. His soul wandered the world for the child he saw earlier, in his mind the kid looked just like one of his, and so he was resolute in finding him.

His transformation into a hollow came when he witnessed the boy he was searching for being strangled to death by another homeless kid. His anger consumed the last of his chain of fate and turned him into the hollow he is now. Unfortunately, he was not in control and ate both of the children's souls after fully transforming.

[Silfarion]

Pruebe Capítulo (Sample Chapter):

9:09 Pm

A loud crash echoed through the Summervale park, followed quickly by screams of agony. Blood splattered from every angle as the hollow consumed its prey, chewing carefully. The nearby skyrise apartment buildings were dwarfed by its size, yet it still took its time in devouring the soul. Normally then, this particular hollow would find a rift between worlds and leave just as quickly as he came. He would not have such luck this time. Behind this giant, whose hands were claws like a scorpions, came another hollow. One that no intention of being a mere predator. One that no longer saw it fit to simply eat pluses. From a far, it might have appeared humanoid were it not for its large size and gaping hole in its chest. It was Amado.

Of course, even with his large size, he was still barely up to the other hollow's waist. Instinctively it struck and gripped Amado with its gigantic claw, covering the field in thick dust, but it wasn't long until the giant hollow felt what had happened: He held the claw open with both arms and bit into it, tearing it from the larger hollow. It didn't have time to think though, as a single hit on its leg brought the scorpion to its knees. Before it had any chance to realize what was going on, it's neck was already devoured by Amado.

Another consumed hollow, another burst of power as the disintegrating hollow spread into the winds before him. In a flash he saw an image of his wife from when he was alive, but as quick as it appeared it vanished. A contented sigh of relief later and he was back on his way, searching for more hollows that happened to be roaming the human world. Truthfully, it was hardly a challenge, the big ones were generally so weak, but he did what he must. He knew he became stronger with each passing hollow ate, and he would not stop until he became one of legend. A Vasto Lorde. A God among hollows. It was a goal he took very seriously, and one he would reach without hesitation.

See, unlike the hollow he had just killed, Amado has something special. A personality, a sentient mind. But beyond this, he was powerful for a hollow such as him, who had not even commanded enough hollows to form into a gillian. He was young, though, and only recently began developing his individuality. It all began when he saw flash backs of his past and began putting them together.

Piece by piece, he realized he used to be human. A self-realization that few hollow can truly claim, and those that can are forced into a cannibalistic feeding frenzy. It used to be that every hollow consumed brought him another flashback of his life, but they started becoming more and more rare, not to mention shorter. This didn't concern him though, his evolution would not be instant. Perhaps soon though, Amado will be the true Sorrowful King of Hueco Mundo.

Before then a heart and soul transformation must occur. He has his eyes set on Gillian class hollows, but even he himself knows that attacking one alone, by himself, head on, would be suicide. Instead he'd use his superior intelligence to herd weaker hollows against it, and then while it's occupied he could simply eat its throat or perhaps its mask. The greatest thing to fear... a cero... had always mesmerized Amado since day one in Hueco Mundo. It's majestic red glare, its powerful effect, it's sorrowful connotations... striking the enemy with your reiatsu... your very will. He knew this before he had even gained his independent personality. Flashbacks of a screaming red beam clearing whole fields of pathetic hollow always gave him a twisted sense of pride, joy and sadness at the same time.

Back to the present, the once empty streets suddenly became very crowded. Not with humans, no it was too dark for that. But spiritual pressure.It was so strong it brought Amado to all fours, gazing up in the direction it came from. It was a simple shinigami... but the reiatsu didn't match... It was incredibly powerful though. Almost enough to kill him outright. Almost. But this spiritual pressure... it had to be a hollow's... a hollow's spiritual pressure in a shinigami's body? Was this the legendary arrancar he had only heard faint whispers of since arriving in Hueco Mundo?

Sure enough, it used sonido and vanished from sight, releasing Amado from its crushing embrace. Oddly enough, he felt an even greater emptiness when it was gone than he ever felt before. This, however, was quantifiable: he had a desire for power. The power that this hollow--this arrancar--had. In order to become the Sorrowful King, a Vasto Lorde, he had to be an arrancar. There was no question about it. Yet he had no idea how this path would start... he has heard rumors of hollow's ripping off their masks to become them... but one does not simply rip off ones own mask! Further... when would he perform such a task? Would he become a powerful Vasto Lorde and then perform the ritual? Or would he do it as soon as he could? Only time could really tell.

Besides, he had more important issues to deal with. Such as his next meal. He could feel the faint pressure of a weak shinigami close by, perhaps he'd serve a decent meal. And perhaps several other like-minded hollows believed the same thing. If so, he could easily make a full course meal out of the venture. He had only faced a shinigami once before, however it quickly became a stalemate, neither one was wounded. It was disappointing if for only one reason: He knew he couldn't take a shinigami then, even one who didn't know his own zanpakutou's name, or so he claimed. However now, after countless more consumed hollows, he gathered himself to be strong enough to do just that. And so, for the final leg of his adventure into the human world, he headed toward the poor, unsuspecting shinigami, but not as some simple mindless hollow. No, he was Amado Ahueque, the Fearless Hollow, Prince of Despair, Destined King of Sorrow.

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