Name: Eliza Royale
Epithet: Little Red
Age: Twenty Two (22Yrs)
Apparent Age: N/A
Birth Date: June 21st
Race: Hollow
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Aspect of Death: Despair

Height: 1'04"
Hair Color: Salmon
Eye Color: Red on her right eye, blue on her left
General Description: -Overall Appearance

Unlike many other hollows who are indefinitely large, brutish and robust, Little Red is actually quite small. Really small actually that she can be compared to that of a mouse. Her head is much larger proportioned to the rest of her body and yet she doesn't seem to be Topsy-turby whenever she's roaming about but actually quite light on her feet that every once in a while she begins to float in the air as if a feather and flails about trying to get herself down.

Her body is best described as pink pudge, with very small feet at the bottom with no real legs. Over her body is what seems to be something like clothing, like a small coat with little buttons. She doesn't really have arms but what seems to be the ends of a scarf on either side of her body. They push against the wind when it's really strong or she's running very fast. Over that another cloth like resemblance of a cape is over her body. From her shoulders is a large puffy neck brace, black with red poka-dots on it. Her head of course the largest portion of her body resembles a piece of candy within a wrapper. Her ears resemble the outer wrappings, while her head the candy itself. There's one large strand of hair that falls over her face. Right in the center is her face and mask. Circular in shape, with large black eyes....or some say.

Her true mask is hidden within her, as to this appearance is but only a used as but a vessel, a puppet. Underneath the poka-dotted neck brace is a small slit in her back. From there her true form resurrects. A large beast with a cylinder like shape that enlarges from the "head" or front as it erects. It's body is similar in color to the neck brace and she has large wing like ears, one red and the other blue. Her mask is like a large mess, splattered over as if someone tossed a paint bucket filled with white paint. Her eyes large and bountiful with color. Her mouth is quite wide in that it's ability to open is about the same size as her body. With a small cupcake looking nose.




Personality:

An exceedingly loyal personal that it pretty much defines her as a person, her loyalty isn’t won over by cheap tricks or long speeches, pure undeniable strength, whether it be physical, mental or even emotional. She maintains a stern and iron-fisted personality through her rigorous time stuck within the chained hell that used to be her own home. With a strong sense of ambition she pushes herself and those she knows quite well, to achieve their goals no matter what the cost. Ever since she found the truth within her own walls, she's grew a large two sided look toward others, where she doesn't give them her full loyalty till it is earned.

Her reputation is something very important to her, where to her it can also be a weapon or an armor, in her own crude description. Those that hear her name should either shroud in fear or roar in their favor as she is that 100ton weight that tips the scale of the battle field. Especially within the world of hollows, ones name can bring down even the mightiest of foes.

She is quite talkative and intuitive when she's among her comrades, seeing things from other perspectives, different from her own expands her view of the world, especially when her's was handed to her rather then obtaining it herself. With others there's always something to do. Though there are times where her feelings of remorse or guilt sink through the cracks and cause her to think more about the situation at hand rather then moving forward, sometimes clouding her judgement and actions.

She is quite arrogant, where she is almost always boasting about something about herself, where it doesn’t even have to be about the conversation, or how the conversation started. What she usually boasts about is her own strength, especially when the topic of the day is about past battles. She rarely becomes jealous of others and their accomplishments, she believes that if she wasn't apart of it then it must of not been that big of a deal, and probably could have been done by anyone that strode through the area.

Her feelings for "love" have been completely damaged from her time within her own hell, it's almost something that she reveres more then anything she could imagine, as if torturing herself on purpose might feel like a walk through the valley of flowers, rather then falling in love again.

~In Battle~

She is quite hectic and vigorous when entering the battlefield, as in she likes to go big when she fights any opponent. Most of her attacks aren't even actual techniques, where as she just swings her weapon toward her opponent a few hundred times before calling it an actual attack. She's pretty lively within and even entering battle, as the battlefield is a place where it's always going to need you on your toes. Boastful and attentive like a lions grace in the plains, where her strikes are made swiftly but pack large amounts of strength where her enemies are dumbfounded of who they've confronted.

She absolutely hates fighting in large groups. She doesn't like having to look after others when a fight is brewed as it could lead to her being attacked when she probably could have had dodged it, if they weren't in the way. Along with it possibly being her kill, some might not even participate until the enemy is near death and take in for the finishing strike. She's acknowledges this trait of hers and came up with the solution as to counter it and that is to make a competition of it. First to kill the enemy wins and there's no holding back, if they get caught in the others attack it's their fault entirely.

Likes:

Games: She doesn't mind what kind of games they are, but she really does like games that actually make you think. Within games, your put to the test no matter what the situation calls for or what kind of game it is, there is an objective. Your job is to obtain it.

Comrades: Friends, family, allies it doesn't matter what term you use to usurp it's meaning because for little red it's all about feeling. Once she feels comfortable with another that's when she realizes who not to harm nor to betray, of course they aren't bound by the same thought. If she is willing to fight with another she hopes that they will too. For increase in numbers, is an increase in moral, to increase the chance of victory.

Power: With power comes great responsibility. As a hollow she was given powers no ordinary human may obtain, with this unquenchable thirst for power she uses it in the name of "good". For there are hollows who are weak and in the end wouldn't be able to even pass their first night Forest of Menos, so why not aid her in the fight. This strength will be used for the freedom of hollows and their right to survive through this unbalanced world.

Respect: To her "Respect" is the same as a currency or economic solution to the population, she deems it more powerful then wealth in all it's variations. Though she isn't one to be the first to show respect, it is those around her that needs to show her respect or obtain her respect by proving themselves to her. Medals, honors, recommendations are things others have put on those they think are great, not her, which is why she wants them to prove themselves to her.

Dislikes:  

Dishonesty: One of the things she truly hates and fears more then death itself, as due to her past when she was still a wondering spirit stuck in her own home and found the truths within her own home. For those who wish to lie right in her face, she hopes they find another world between this and the next to hide for eternity.

Shinigami: They treat hollows as if a plague, but what they truly are is the weight on the scale. Without hollows there would be no shinigami and with no shinigami there would be no hollows. She wonders as to such a obvious conclusion while dodging the shinigami's treacherous schemes.

Weaklings: “The weak don’t choose where they die!” Is a quote that has always pushed her to surpass herself for the upcoming challenges in the future. Those who cower or hide when in battle or even as their casual persona are loathed by her. Like herself she strides forward without disarray, doesn't hide nor attacks without making sure her enemies know she's there.

Closed Spaces: She always likes to feel free and never in chains. It's not being a room that bothers her but the idea of being secluded within a small world held down by man themselves, and strives to break through.

History:

Eliza was born in London, England. Her life was completely normal to the dot, where nothing really adventurous, shocking and death reeling ever happened. She married the man that she fell in love with during her college years, where she was able to even be a house wife. She lived her life quietly and that's what she questioned everyday she walked through her home, doing the same thing everyday.

That's when it happened. Doing the same thing she did every other day, her husband out at the office, when an unexpected occurrence appeared. She was met point blank to a gun pointed at her, she stood there, lifting her hands up to show that she was willingly giving herself up before he pulled the trigger. No warning, no hesitation. A few days had past, when she woke up she was a top the shelf within the living room and could only watch from there, unable to move. Her husband walked about, frustrated and worried, his home tainted and his wife gone. She was stuck there tortured for doing nothing.

Another few days later, her husband gone like always, but another stray occurrence appeared. A women, one she's never seen before in her life until this day when she entered her house so easily. With her own key she walked in without a care in the world and walked into a room, Eliza wasn't able to see, until this day. Her position moved, yet she herself couldn't move entirely. A lowly spirit chained to the confines of her house. While this women...this unknown whorish animal walked into her home and stole her husband. It didn't look like they just got to know each other either, as if they'd known each other for weeks if not years. At that time, was the first time through her pure rage she grew into a true spirit in full form. She stood there in the kitchen with a chain attached to her chest.

Only a few days past, with her attempt to actually pursue something in her spiritual form but she wasn't able to completely control her powers and from there the first thing that happened was that her chains begun to eat themselves. In fear, her powers increased where pieces of furniture begun to flung around. The chains finished themselves and a inner power consumed herself, in anger. She didn't know what took over her with her new power. A newly obtained body and strength that no human could possess.

Like a little doll she sat there in the destruction of her home until her husband returned as well as his new women. She attacked and consumed them both. Before being sent to another world, a world that she'd call home.

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