Profile Information
Name: Silvestre Jonadab
Gender: Male
Age: 1931
Faction: Arrancar
Rank: Cuarta Espada
Reiatsu Color: Violet
Appearance: Average height at about six feet tall with a darkened skin complexion. His face is covered in a white mask (kinda like my icon) only revealing his eyes. He wears a long white coat, buttoned up with white pants. Short black hair. His katana features a a diamond shaped guard, the hilt is colored blue as it hangs in its sheathe to his left side.
Personality: Quiet in nature and not easily provoked, some mistaken his few words as a sign of arrogance and pride. Mercy is never an option for his opponent, whatever means necessary to eliminate the threat is what he believes in. He remains faithful to his leader and comrades although he prefers to work alone.
History: He grew up to a simple carefree life in the streets of New York. Never had a rough childhood, had parents that devoted their love to him, all of the essentials provided in a nurturing environment. In school he was at the top of the class, playing the violin in his musical club he earned a scholarship to college on his talent. Graced with the opportunity his parents sought to celebrate his accomplishments with a family vacation, only that this would be his final moments of his human life. The family planned a trip to England but as they flew across the Atlantic disaster struck. The plane suffered terrible turbulence knocking the navigation systems out of sync. Just as the motion of events started, Silvestre went to the bathroom while his family sat in the middle section of the plane. Unable to maintain control of the plane the pilot panicked as his team raced to find a solution. Under the forced of the pressure the plane began to tear into three parts (Front, Middle, Back) as the passengers fell to their dooms, some dying instantly. All Silvestre could do was watch in horror as the bodies sailed through the air fearing for his very life. His body crashed into the ocean collapsing under to force of the pressure. His venture as a lost soul began. Stuck wondering the rough waters of the Atlantic he had no where to go and no one to save him. Soon the chain hanging from his chest slowly ate away forcing Silvestre to become something he would have never to be, a monster. He awoke in a sandy plain unaware of his surroundings, only staring up at a darkened sky. Hueco Mundo became his name home. Seeking the need to satiate his hunger Silvestre did what anyone had to do, eat. Whatever or whomever he began eating plant life to fellow hollow eventually evolving into a Menos Grande.
Angered by his fortune and the fate he had to endure he continued his murderous path hoping to one day become powerful enough to spread pain upon the world. Finally reaching the level of Vasto Lorde after years upon years of feeding and merciless battles he was approached by an individual who promised him power beyond the level he already possessed, a power, that would bring him closer to the bit of humanity he had lost years ago, a new birth began, the birth of an Espada!
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