Illan - Hollow

Name: Illan

Age:
(As Human): 57
(As Hollow): Three years

Gender: Male

Race:  Hollow; Was Eurasian as a human.

Birthplace: Sungei Kadut, Singapore

Occupation: Psychiatrist

Height: 11’9”

Weight:  492.2 kg

Appearance:  
Illan’s mask curls out into a thicker base the further away from the base it gets in a similar fashion to a lion’s mane while also remaining relatively thin like a regular hollow’s. The teeth of which are thinner than normal, but still retain their flat shape.  He is quadrupedal with his feet curling into three strong claws along all fronts, his body bulky, firm, and his tail is of a proportional length in comparison to the rest of his frame and is indeed prehensile.

Personality:
Illan is brave, ambitious, and intuitive. His ambition keeps him leveled, which is what has kept him alive thus far. There are, of course, the times where he finds himself hungering and thus loses touch with that safety net. Though that is the time a person should fear him the most because he is smart & will think through his moves prior to the attack unless his prey is entirely defenseless and without ward.

When transitioning into an Arrancar, his thought pattern shifts. While keeping his bravery, ambition, and intuitiveness – a part of him embraces philosophy. Through his interactions with several hollow within Hueco Mundo, Illan discovers what it means to lead; what it means to truly have entities that believe in his cause and path for power, though the initial circumstances for it were an oddity in the first place. When his judgment is placed on an individual, be it a – Hollow, Shinigami, Quincy, etc – it is the same thought through & (usually) cruel.

Special Characteristics: As a Gillian, small crimson red lines show on the curly depiction of his face & body whenever his Reiatsu expresses itself. As an Arrancar this changes to his hair showing a more violent color without the niche natural flowing.

Stats:

Attack: 35

Speed: 35

Defense: 30

History:
Illan lived in the lap of luxury as a human and enjoyed every moment of it.  There were many who admired his work from various seminars, events, etc.  Eventually, albeit late, he created a small family.  They lived a cozy lifestyle with all the accouterments a man could possibly ask for.  When it came time for him to die, it was in one of the most ironic ways he could go out – a group of people jealous of fame found a way to get him alone, kidnapped him, and sealed his fate that way.  He wasn’t the most streetwise individual, so he didn’t catch any of the telltale signs of a fake kidnapping of his child nor did he attempt to contact other bodies.  His body was later found maimed.  

He spent months attempting to figure out what was wrong, what that chain was linking him to, but eventually, he found despair when he found his way back home. What was meant to be a moment of solace & freedom for that charismatic fellow turned in to a deeper pit of despair when he not only witnessed what his wife was doing but that his children were accepting of this man. It was almost as if the life he led were a lie the entire time. This was the first offense, which decayed his Chain of Fate. “If they don’t need me, that’s fine. There are others who appreciated me and wished I were alive.” His haughtiness stuck and so he moved through the region to where he believed he’d be needed or missed. Time and time again he was betrayed. His friends did nothing but degrade him, talk about how prideful he was, how much he flaunted his money, and knew nothing of the struggles of others. Old rivals relished the fact that Illan got what he deserved.  No one needed him; no one wanted him. Everything turned out to be a lie and in the end, he only wanted to be alone. Each subsequent even led to the shortening of his chain.  There were many a time he witnessed a Hollow hunting only to escape by a freckle of a hair.

Everybody turned out to be some kind of monster who either used him for his money or influence. When the realization came crashing down on him, he faded. The chain on his chest rapidly began to decay while he was staring at the sun not a few blocks from his former home. He screamed, clutched his chest and felt the hole grow. From that hole came an inexplicable darkness enveloping who he once was and turning him Into the Hollow that he Is today. Illan was no longer the one who needed saving – now it was everybody else and who better to start than with the weird grouping of humans not far off. Something about them seemed almost too delicious to pass up.

What a bunch of monsters they turned out to be. Not even the police could figure out what happened, but that mattered not because the man – hollow who did it was quite a ways away and no longer recognized the severity of his actions nor who the innocent happy little family was that he stripped from that world. Blood clung to his mask as he sprinted away.  This was all new to him and what frightened him the most was the burdensome hunger rumbling within his stomach. He wanted more… or rather – he needed more.

Role Playing Sample:
As the blood of that small family trickled from his mask, a small sense of completion took Illan.. If not just for a split second, it was like the hunger wasn’t there.  While his newly formed mind thought that the case, his belly didn’t. The vast hunger turned his attention north. Intuition told him that’s where he’d find the best food to consume. That’s the location of a former rival of his who was open about stealing business away from him. His path there didn’t come without pitfalls though for he encountered a fair few smaller Hollow who proved just as delicious, if not more so than the Reiatsu deprived humanoids.  It was like sampling a meal from an exquisite menu only to go back to enjoying the occasional fast-food burger. Among those were fights that Illan knew he shouldn’t pick. The thought of his discontinued existence proved far too frightening a concept. His fear made him stronger, smarter and all the wiser.

It was along his travels that he came to learn of the capabilities of his kind. Red-Orange eyes flared him at the sight. Some kind of sword-wielding individual was fending off a rather imposing ape looking Hollow with the aid of magic. Some of those sword-wielding ants were using magic of some kind – powerful magic at that. “I must be wary…” He thought.  A stray female was fleeing the scene somewhere fifty feet off with the assistance of yet another one of those individuals. It was best they get away to do the cleansing rather than enjoy the brawl before them. The question of whether or not he should have struck in that moment was the real question as it seemed this individual was too weak to join that fight otherwise they would’ve simply aided in their escape, would they not have?  With that in mind, Illan struck! He pounced from the shadows of the nearby forest and slashed at the Shinigami with their back turned.  They responded in kind after sensing his presence – after all Illan & that unnamed horror weren’t the only two Hollows about, but unlike the others, he wasn’t skulking about. He stayed in the same place throughout the battle.  

The ensuing fight was skewed towards the Shinigami being Illan wasn’t keen to what these things were. After a short introduction on their part throughout the fight. With them being a Shinigami, what their goal was, and the imminent fear of his discontinued existence despite the note of salvation – Illan fought until he noticed something. The fight over in the forest had died down and they had caused quite a commotion up until that point.  It was time for a tactical retreat. The beaten and bloodied hollow made a spectacle of the scenario by crashing into a building but feinted a moment later when the Shinigami tried to stop him from harming another set of innocent humans.  His attack was aimed to knock her away, but instead, his claws raked across the man’s chest and he flipped, turned and head-butted the weary Shinigami away. And so, Illan escaped with the sound of pursuing Shinigami in tow. It was quite the learning experience and next time he meets some of these small parasitic insects, he’ll be ready.