Niradhara Mehra - Fullbringer

(Edit: Sorry, no decent images to come yet, Appearance will be hand-drawn and submitted in my art thread at a latter date, when a better image is finished. Other than that, I think Nira is ready.)

Fullbringer

Name: Niradhara ‘Nira’ or Mehra
Alias: Teal Thuggee

Age: 26

Race: Indo-Asian

Birthplace: Raia, Goa State, India

Looks: Niradhara is five foot and two inches tall, with a light build and a thirty B cup. Nira has a tanned complexion with short sandy brown hair and vividly green eyes. Her skin is covered in various henna tattoos. She has a crescent moon tattooed just left of her naval, with a sharp-pointed cross in it. She has nine medallions tattooed across her upper back, each with the symbols for the nine magical elements. The medallions form an inverted ‘V’ pattern on her back, and going from left to right are the following symbols; earth, fire, lightning, holy, bio, shadow, ice, water, and wind. Beneath her medallions is a tattoo of the yin-yang.

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Clothing-wise, Nira will often wear black undergarments, with any variety of lightweight material clothing or jean-fabrics dyed black. Commonly, she wears black skinny-fit jeans or cargo jeans, though she sometimes wears jean-shorts as well. For tops, she will range from tight halter tops to baggy sweaters, and close-fitting turtlenecks, and almost anything else in between. She is almost never seen without her pashmina silk scarf, which is patterned with black, white and gold; her scarf is often draped loosely around her neck and down her shoulders. She also tends to wear black leather gloves on her hands, and carries either a leather haversack or a black packpack with her. She keeps a kris of nineteen inches in length in a plain leather-bound sheath at her hip at all times; this weapon once belonged to her grandfather, and has the Mehra family name on one side, and her father’s and grandfather’s names on the other. Through a pocket-sheath on her haversack and backpack, she keeps her dha, with a length of thirty inches and Burmese pattern along both sides, safely tucked away.

Her clothes are usually of a particular brand, and these large brand names are always stamped vividly on her clothes. Her jeans and bras are often from ‘Gear,’ whose brand image is actually a cog, instead of a gear. Her shoes, gloves, and many of her shirts and sweaters are from ‘American Wolf,’ which features a geometrical wolf’s head, much like the one worn by boy scouts. Other things, like her backpack and haversack, her boots and other shoes, and other pairs of gloves are all from ‘Trends2.’ Other clothes and accessories are from ‘7.’ Nira also produces her own clothes, made by herself and called ‘Sword & Dagger.’ She also enjoys older clothing and the Steampunk styles of dress.

Personality: Nira is a kindly-hearted person, despite her life choices. She is generally happy, generous and eager to help others in any situation, regardless to herself. If she finds herself in a bad spot, she will try to get out of it, with the least amount of damages to herself and whatever it is she has with her. She is no stranger to fighting, but prefers to avoid engaging in a fight for herself, if possible. If provoked, she will attack with her fists and attempt to incapacitate her foes without lethal force, as her swords are meant for wounding and slaying, not gentle combat. Thus far, she will only use her Fullbring against Hollows, which she seems to call ‘White-faced Demons.’ When fighting such creatures, she treats them as she would an ordinary enemy, attempting to incapacitate them as quickly as possible, though in the hollow’s case, she is often trying to kill them with jabs to where important organs out to be.

When not out thieving or at home sewing or admiring her personal collection of weapons, Nira is often taking long walks around the city, or adventuring out in the wilderness beyond. And when working or just wandering about, Nira likes to listen to music, though typically it is instrumentals, often being original sound tracks from video games, as she prefers the adventurous and emotional feelings they evoke from her.

Gender: Female

Occupation: Indigent/Petty Thief

Special Characteristics: Skilled at sewing, B&E, and hand-to-hand combat.

Special Power- Combat Form & Polarity: Niradhara’s Fullbring is based upon making her a living weapon, in addition to having a yin and yang motif to her appearance, though perhaps it has more to offer than just that…

Item of Affinity: Mehra Family kris & dha. The kris is a weapon with a slight wavy blade and an appearance which shows its crafter’s love and care into it; it features the Mehra family name on the one side, and the names of Nira’s father and grandfather on the other side. Nira’s personalized dha is much longer than her kris, with a length of two and a half feet. It’s design is more elegant, featuring pictures of the sun, and Burmese patterns all along its blade.

When Niradhara begins her Fullbring, her weapons and appearance change slightly; White and black bracers made of strong reishi form over her forearms, with the right forearm being white, and her hand white with black, and her left forearm being black, and her hand being black with white. A headpiece also forms on her head, covering her brow and forehead in a black and white band of reishi, which extends across the top of her head and peaks with two small horns just above her ears. Her kris, becomes mounted into her right bracer, and turns into a white blade of reishi, while her dha fuses with her left bracer and becomes a black blade of reishi.

Techniques/Abilities:
Combat Form: While using her Fullbring powers, Niradhara’s weapons become tools with which she can defend herself against spiritual attack. Though they are attached to her wrists, she can freely move them from a sheathed to unsheathed position; this means that the blades will retreat into her bracers, with only their points showing (despite their lengths, they do not appear out the other side of the bracers).

Polarity Wave: By crossing her blades together, Nira can create a small blast of force capable of knocking anything in its path away, breaking walls, doors, armour, or in the case of more durable items, knocking them down, back or out of the way. This depends upon the force she applies when touching the blades together. When the blades connect it can create anywhere from a small spark to a bright light of energy. This CAN ignite flammable substances if desired, as it is heat and energy.

Ex: Nira taps her blades together lightly, causing a small light to appear and blowing the dust off of nearby objects in the vicinity. OR: Nira clangs her blades together, creating a bright flash of light and breaking the hinges off of a safe. OR: Nira forces her blades together, creating an intense generation of energy that it blinds anyone in the nearby area, including herself, and blowing a safe door off of its frame and sending her flying backwards.

Ex2: Nira Forces her blades together at two objects, one of simple Reishi, and one of Kishi. The energy is created and a bright flash occurs, blowing up the kishi object and knocking away the reishi object, as well as knocking Nira away.

Note: Polarity Wave is usually devastating to objects in the real world, but is not quite powerful enough to hurt anything made of reishi. Nira is somewhat immune to Polarity Wave, but is still affected by the pressure.

Focus Bark: Though this ability seems a bit strange, even to Nira, she somehow has the capability of creating and barking out a ‘shockwave’ bullet from her mouth at her foes. The blow is somewhat less destructive than one might think, capable of inflicting bruises and breaking fragile objects at a close range, and doing nothing if any farther than two feet from the object to be affected.

Stats:
Spirit Power: 10
Speed: 20
Technique: 15
Fighting Skill: 15

History: Though not an extravagant history, Nira’s life is, and has been somewhat average to a point. She was the miracle child of her family, as her mother expired while giving birth to her, and by all accounts, she was supposed to die with her. But she managed to pull through, and lived to be a healthy young girl with her father, her brother and her uncle. She remembers little to anything about her early years of living, aside from having grown up in and around Japan with her family.

By the age of ten, she was involved in the machinations of her family’s means of labour; petty criminals. Her father and uncle were thugs for hire, and her brother made a living as a con artist and general thief. Because of her size and weight, she was sent in through the back windows of stores in order to unlock the doors for the others so that they could loot and trade the goods for their meagre living. When she was twenty, she graduated to a skilled thief, climbing over obstacles and sneaking into buildings and stealing the contents within before leaving again. To the rest of her family, she was incredibly paranoid, fearful that there where things watching her, which made her constantly aware of her surroundings. Eventually, she took to listening to music to help reduce her paranoia, as she would claim of seeing shadows and hearing things.

Her specialty was in breaking into homes, shops and stealing weapons of antique origin, usually in the forms of swords. As a gift, her father gave her the family’s only heirloom, her grandfather’s kris, which had been given to him for services rendered, though she never found out for what. When she was twenty-three, she was attacked by something strange. To defend herself, she picked up a nearby weapon to sweep at whatever it was that was attacking her. She never encountered the thing again, but began to keep the weapon she had used, and her kris upon herself at all times.

It was almost an entire year before she was attacked again, this time with her father helping her burglar a shop. The strange creature threw her father against a wall and lunged upon her. Desperate for the strength to save herself and her father, she gripped her kris and made to punch it, and in a blinding flash of light, her arm and blade changed, and the strange creature before her appeared. In the desire to save her life and that of her father’s, she had unwittingly unleashed her powers as a Fullbringer and sliced off the arm of the creature.

Role Playing Sample: Alternate Account is Follow the Morrigan. The Soul Reaper Remington Gravelle is my approved character.

Further Role Playing Sample: Nira quickly pulled herself through the window of the upper floor of the building, a gentle breeze coming in with her like a soft blanket to ease her entry. She lowered her hands with ease onto the floor and slid the rest of her torso through the window with ease. She sunk low to the ground, placing her feet softly onto the carpeted floor before righting herself. She tensed up, feeling out the situation of the building’s occupants. Everything seemed calm, there was no motion or stir as from her entry. She turned and closed the window behind her gently, with great caution not to alert anyone.

She took a tentative step, and then another before assuring herself that the floors were sturdy enough not to creak under her steps. She quickly made her way down the short hall and then slid over the railing down to the stairs. She took a couple of quick steps and then slid between the narrow space between the railing and the ceiling. She grabbed hold of the old wrought-iron bars and slid downwards, placing her feet on the railing below. She lowered herself and grabbed hold of the railing, then slid down it slowly, placing one hand after the other in her descent. When she neared the bottom, she eased her weight to the one side and let her legs swing down, making a muffled clap on the hard-tile flooring.

These older shops, they had their security, but only from the store-portion of the building, which left the upper floors to be an always easy vantage point to get into them. This was perhaps her favoured flaw among them, since it was either the owners or the security companies that neglected to defend the third and fourth floor windows against intrusions. She stepped into the open back of the old antique store and looked around. Teacups, old furniture, and pictures and such lined shelves and walls. She had come for something else here. Something stolen from her.

She lurked around the store until she got to the far side, nearest the window. There, behind the counter on a perch, was a Burmese sword, a dha. She stepped around the counter and grabbed it tenderly from its place, sliding it into a sleeve in her emptied backpack made for it.

She would teach this greedy old man a lesson, she thought, for having taken her sword. She pulled her bag from her back and unzipped it. She grabbed the remains of an elegantly hilted German hunting sword from its place and put it into her bag, and followed that with a few other small blades that were on display; a couple of Mandau, a Malayan spear head, a weapon of African origin that she couldn’t recall the name of, and six tantos. Then she zipped her bag up and opened a bigger pocket next to her dha. In this she grabbed what she could of the smaller swords that were on display, though many were simply katana and wakizashi, she did get a single tachi and a shin-gunto. After she had looted his weapons’ display, she turned to leave the counter before noticing one last sword displayed on a manikin dressed in black uniform from an older period of Japan’s history. But at this moment, something felt off about the presences in the building, like a void had entered.

She approached the manikin cautiously, her hand reaching out for the katana. Surprise shot through her body like lightning as the manikin moved to protect its treasure. Her arm snapped back and she jerked away awkwardly from the weapon’s guardian, bumping into the counter behind her. The weapons in her bag clattered together as she hit the counter, sounding off like a muffled bamboo windchime.

“So, it appears you can see me.” The manikin spoke. “Just as well, I had thought there was a hollow lurking around here, but it appears to be nothing more than a petty thief.”

Affirmed of herself that this was no trick, Nira pushed off of the counter, tensing her legs and channelling the elastic reaction through to her rear, bouncing forwards. Her arm tensed, like a spring-loaded projectile, and her fist shot forwards into the man’s face. There was the sickly sound of something crunching before her knuckles on the man’s face and he fell like a sheet of papers onto the ground. She grabbed his katana and ripped it free from its holding place at his hip. Rather than try to pocket it, she threw it behind him into the aisle, where it made a loud clatter as it skidded.

Suddenly, pressure issued forth from the fallen man’s body and he sprang up before her like some sick sort of joke, nose bleeding profusely. That sort of tactic that she had employed had usually incapacitated someone for quite the while until another would stumble across them. Her plan had failed in this event. And what exactly had he meant by his words? Why wouldn’t she see him, and what did he mean by a hollow, was there something empty he had been searching for? She made a quick jab again, hitting him in the face one more time. She made another go, but he pushed her away, his one hand gripping her shirt, and the other squeezing her breast.

“Bakudo number one; Sai!” he hissed. His fondling hand pulled away, and she found her arms had suddenly been locked behind her back, like she had been cuffed and arrested, but there was no one behind her. “That should stop you in your tracks for-”

He was cut off midsentence when she head-butted him in the face again, and brought a sharp knee to his crotch. He doubled over and fell to his knees, grunting and holding his crotch. She quickly took a couple of steps back, and prepared to kick him again if needed be.

“Damn it.” He grunted. She kicked him in the face, heel first and sent him to the world of slumber, hopefully. Then she bumped herself into some shelves and knocked over several objects, making a loud clash and shattering noise, alerting someone upstairs to the break-in. She shuffled her feet amidst the mess before pushing a wooden box forwards. She gave it a sharp kick and sent it flying through the bay window of the store and out into the street. With her arms still bound by some unknown force, she climbed out the window and began to run off into the street, arms still stuck behind her.

From behind her came the soft wail of a creature in pain, though this was not from the man she had beaten and left in the store. She paused, thinking about what she should do before deciding that the different levels in the two’s energies would make for the strange man’s victory, especially with his powers, and continued to run her way home. She hoped sincerely that the force would eventually dissipate and free her arms, but wasn’t exactly sure if it would.


He grunted and groaned on the floor. That little thieving wretch, whoever…no, whatever she was, had put him, a Soul Reaper to shame within a few seconds. Angrily, he held his nose to try and supress the bleeding and shambled towards his Zanpakto. He was in no way ready to try and catch up to her, and was in no condition to fight. Anger pervading his senses, he did not notice the beast behind him with the white face. Not until it howled did he know how out of luck he was. He stumbled forwards and tried to make it to the street, but a thick hand shot forwards and grabbed his leg and pulled him backwards. He spun in place and slashed upwards, cutting through the beast’s throat. It uttered a mournful wail and bore down at him, grabbing his sword with its free arm, and then placing a third arm on the Soul Reaper’s chest. Its head leaned down from its long neck and its mouth opened wide, granting the Soul Reaper the opportunity to see the white light at the end of the very dark tunnel. It enveloped his head, and slid down his shoulders, surrounding him in a cold, damp and dark environment. Then he heard the snap of it biting through his spine, and the white light suddenly started to get closer.

This is it, he thought to himself, this is the true death, where now I will ascend to heaven. He was prepared for the light, until it got closer and opened itself up, revealing several teeth and bit his head off.

The Hollow pulled the man’s body up and into its mouth, consuming the last of him and let out another wail which shook the store. It thrashed around, destroying everything in its path before turning full circle and bearing down on the little old man in the stairwell. He too would join the Soul Reaper in his belly, giving him the sustenance that he needed. And with a sudden motion, the hollow’s head extended forwards, swallowing the little man before he ever knew what had happened.