What is there to say about a woman born into wealth? The hallmarks of the fortunate are almost universally recognized in this day and age; cleanliness, proper form and expensive clothing. As expected, Anna fits into this criteria perfectly. The lady stands at a little over 5"6, reaching 5"9 when wearing heels. Admittedly, she is more athletic than most of a similar status - a fact that can be attributed to her comparatively laborious lifestyle - and with a weight of just 130lbs, has a figure that is both toned and curvaceous, though only the latter trait really gets much attention; Indeed, the lass has grown somewhat accustomed to having her large bust, slender waist and strong legs ogled by lecherous men, though she is still no less disgusted by it.
Neatly framing the contours of said figure is smooth, milky skin that borders on the pale side of things. Though mostly unblemished and pure, there is a fairly large patch of skin on Anna's upper-back that is instead a deep orange, a six-year-old injury that plagues her to this day. A memento, if you will. Of course, such an injury would shatter Anna's public image, and thus this burn mark remains hidden beneath layers of clothing at all times.
Anna's hair crowns her head quite nicely. Falling down to her neck, it frames either side of her face, almost acting as a border of sorts for her sharp facial features. Though naturally black, it also sports an artificial hint of green, with both colors melding to form what appears to be a single shade from afar. In a similar vein, her sharp, analytical eyes are a deep emerald color. They hold a cold gaze, but can at times sparkle with emotions that Anna would rather keep hidden.
One thing that Anna makes no attempt to hide, however, is her wealth. The size of her wallet is made ever-so obvious by the luxurious fashion sense the woman possesses. The lady's wardrobe is flexible but nonetheless consistent in general appearance, with a large preference for fur coats. Her favorite outfit, the one she is most often seen wearing, consists of a lavish white fur coat draped over a long green dress. Though indeed flexible and dependent on the occasion, Anna's attire is always adorned by a silver pendant in the shape of a five-pointed star, the Quincy Cross that once belonged to her now-deceased sister.
In keeping with the theme set by her attire - that of showing off - Anna's posture reeks of vanity and arrogance; the woman stands tall, with her back straight and her head held high, as if other people were simply beneath her. The way she struts around only serves to amplify the conceit she emanates.
The woman's hubris is made evident by more than just her posture, however. Anna's Reiatsu, the very spiritual energy that embodies her, extends far beyond her form, drowning the woman's surroundings in its violent, aggressive flux. The aura is an icy blue color, visually striking in both its lucidity and ethereal, almost liquid form.
There's a common misconception that money equals happiness. This is, unfortunately, false, merely a fantasy of those that hope money will solve all of their problems. A wealthy life does not equate to an easy one, as is the case with Anna. Not that she'd ever let it show, but more on that later. The point is, Anna's not entirely pleased with the path she's currently walking. You see, the young lady is a Quincy, both in blood and in profession; it is her duty to cleanse this world of the evil spirits that seek to feast on it, all while maintaining a facade of normalcy that disguises her true nature from the general public.
This is not the life that Anna had hoped to live.
Though her family remains loyal to the wider Quincy organization, Anna's own loyalty is shaky at best. She does not serve the Quincy King out of conviction or passion, but rather due to pressure from her family throughout her childhood, as well as a more personal obligation tied to her past. This not only creates friction between her and other Quincies, especially those that like to preach about their steadfast loyalty, but also causes her to be rather inept at socializing with the general public, which is largely unaware of Anna's other life. It angers her to no end how people take her struggles for granted, assuming that, because she's rich, she can have everything she wants. It reminds her of how simple her life could have been if it weren't for certain events, and is the easiest way to get on her bad side.
That being said, Anna also appreciates and understands just how important her job as a Quincy is. She's seen first-hand just how much destruction the Hollows can cause, and from what she's been told, the Shinigami aren't going to be able to change anything. She knows that somebody has to fight the Hollows, and it is perhaps this that most angers her about her predicament. The woman is constantly at odds with what she knows she has to do and what she knows she'd rather be doing, but because her role as a Quincy is so integral to the survival of mankind, she isn't allowed to complain about it. Thus, she simply bottles everything inside herself, resulting in someone who is unable to express their own disdain and instead is constantly building up negative emotions.
In order to relieve herself of what is essentially the stress of living, Anna indulges in her inherited wealth, buying expensive clothing and jewellery in a fruitless attempt to alleviate her anger, all the while maintaining an arrogant persona, as if showing off her riches will make her feel better about her life. In truth, this is nothing more than a self-destructive cycle: she feels too disconnected from other people to attempt to form any kind of meaningful bond with them, which in turn causes her to feel lonely inside. Nevertheless, she insists on keeping this sentiment behind lock and key, instead falling back on a credit card and a mask of arrogance in a vain attempt at deriving pleasure from her own good fortune. What Anna fails to realize is that this arrogance only pushes people further away from her, making it nigh impossible for her to truly connect with anyone, impossible to ever find true happiness.
She doesn't realize that she's digging her own hole.
That all being said, as numerous as her flaws may be, Anna also possesses some more admirable traits. As a result of her inability to connect with others on any meaningful level, the girl has grown up to be a rather guarded individual. She is not easily fooled, and never trusts a stranger. She understands that she is alone, and while the chances of her admitting that this loneliness is partly her own doing are incredibly slim, it nonetheless comes with the benefit of making her extremely independent. She's never had to rely on anyone else, and doesn't intend to learn what that feels like. In her mind, she has to shoulder this burden alone. This independence, combined with the girl's wealth, has made Anna an incredibly confident person that has faith in both her talents and her mental capacity.
However, perhaps the most important thing to note about Anna is that, despite everything, she is still diligent at heart. While she may come across as a temperamental, vain person, she nonetheless values her own morality, and always tries to do what is considered right. The reason she has forced herself to live a life she doesn't want to live is that she knows it's what she should do. At the end of the day, she still fights to defend those that can't defend themselves.
+Independent: No surprise here. The lass is simply unable to discuss any of her emotional struggles or concerns with others, instead believing that she has to shoulder everything by herself. The result is an extremely independent woman, one that dismisses help out of both pride and the feeling that she doesn't have a right to complain about her own situation. While it may come across as silly or detrimental to some, it nonetheless means that Anna is more than capable of taking care of herself, refusing to be a burden to others.
+confident: After being born to a prestigious family full of powerful warriors, growing up with a sea of wealth and riches at her disposal and constantly being surrounded praise, it's hard for Anna not to be a little confident. At the very least, she does certainly have a lot of faith in both her abilities and her intelligence, and is not likely to crack under pressure.
+guarded: On an emotional level, that is. While confident and somewhat reckless on the surface, Anna is far, far more guarded when it comes to trust and friendship. As a result of the separation she feels from everyone around her, Anna has become rather untrusting of people and their motives, most likely because she doesn't have anybody she can truly trust. The girl is not easily fooled, and rarely lets people get too close to her, which makes her far less gullible than most.
+organized: A lady must be orderly, after all. In both an aesthetic and temporal sense, Anna has a knack for making sure things look and run as smoothly as possible, stemming from her strict upbringing. Neatness has almost become second nature to the woman; it almost acts as a way for her to relieve her stress, allowing her to focus on something other than how crappy life is.
+Conscientious: Anna's most admirable trait is her inner desire to always try and serve the greater good, though it isn't necessarily something that one would immediately pick up on. While she is vain, moody and self-indulgent on the surface, not to mention constantly conflicted on the inside, Anna nonetheless aims to be a moral person, though it is important to note that, rather than following any personal morals, she more tries to abide by what is generally considered "right and wrong" by the masses. A perfect example of this would be Anna's decision to live the life of a Quincy, a decision that, while certainly influence by both the pressure from her family and the death of her elder sister, was also made largely because of Anna's personal obligation to fight Hollows and protect the defenseless, even if there were other paths she would rather walk.
-Vain/arrogant: Almost intentionally so. By focusing on her own beauty and status, Anna hopes to alleviate some of the stress she constantly bottles up. By overplaying her confidence and acting arrogant at the behest of others, she hopes to derive some enjoyment from her life as a Quincy.
-Self-indulgent: Second verse, same as the first. Anna uses her wealth to purchase excessively large amounts of expensive clothing and jewellery, hoping that owning such luxurious items might make her feel better about herself. While she did force herself to live a life she didn't want to, she nonetheless is quick to give in to her own desires, at least as far as material gain is concerned. She gives herself some leeway with her own greed, hoping that, by doing so, she may be able to make life a little easier for herself.
-Temperamental: Arguably her most immediate trait, Anna is an extremely moody person, and understandably so. The woman never talks about her problems, instead opting to simply bottle them all up inside. While such a method may be effective for restraining short-term bursts of anger, it does little to help Anna, who is left stockpiling anger and stress across several days, all of which slowly leaks out to form a grouchy, moody exterior. Combined with her vanity and arrogance, this results in someone who is generally hostile and very easily offended.
-Unsympathetic: Anna does not care about you or your problems. She's so absorbed in her inner struggle that she shows very little restraint when interacting with others, pulling neither words nor punches against anybody. For better or for worse, Anna is incredibly blunt, both when being genuinely critical and when simply speaking her mind.
-Apathetic: Of course, depending on who you ask, this could be a curse or a blessing in disguise, but it's never a good thing for Anna. While she may claim to be loyal to the Quincy organization, the hard truth is that, as much as she would like to be, she simply isn't. While she understands the importance of the Quincies and feels that doing what she does is right, she nonetheless dislikes it. Not only is this the main cause of Anna's general moodiness, it also simply means she isn't as passionate or hard-working when it comes to her Quincy duties. She doesn't put in 110%, only enough so that she can do her job and not drag anyone down.
They say that true power lies in the heart. Well, cold is Anna's heart and so too is her power. You see, Anna possesses the ability to manifest an icy blue aura, a cluster of spirit particles reminiscent of a strong mist which can be moved and shaped to her will. The Aura has the ability to reduce the temperature of whatever it encompasses, so much so that, if Anna so chooses, she could freeze a person solid. Since the Aura functions by reducing temperature, it can be used to cancel out fire and fire-based spiritual abilities, though the difference between the minimal effort required to snuff out a real flame and the difficulty required to put out a spiritual fire is noticeable. .
Of course, being a Quincy, this is far from the only power Anna possesses. She has the ability to manipulate nearby spirit particles for various needs, including Quincy magic and, more notably, the formation of her weapon, Vereist Rache. Sticking to her roots, Anna wields a large, navy-blue bow, it's figure jagged and crystalline, simple yet beautiful and very dangerous. The traditional Quincy weapon nonetheless retains a personal flair that clearly distinguishes it from Anna's other piece of equipment, her Quincy cross, which by comparison is merely a family heirloom. Though certainly lavish and ornate, the star-shaped pendant still feels rather generic, despite generally being handled with care by its owner. Resting upon the pristine surface of the silver cross is a dark blue jewel, where spirit particles gather whenever Anna uses her Quincy powers.
February 17th 1992 - Anna is born
June 2nd 1994 - Anna's parents give birth to Charlotte, Anna's younger sister.
September 6th 1994 - Anna's mother is killed by a powerful Hollow.
February 19th 1998 - Anna is sent to a private school to begin her formal education.
June 7th 2000 - Two year later, Charlotte joins her sister at said private school.
August 23rd 2000 - Anna commences her formal Quincy training.
June 15th 2002 - Charlotte begins her own training.
February 13th 2005 - Anna manifests her Spirit Weapon completely for the first time.
March 4th 2005 - Anna's school is attacked by a large Hollow. Both Anna and Charlotte escape unharmed.
June 12th 2005 - Charlotte manifests her Spirit Weapon completely for the first time.
October 22nd 2005 - Anna discovers her Quincy Power
October 28th 2005 - Charlotte discovers her Quincy Power
April 19th 2009 - Charlotte and Anna are attacked by a powerful Hollow. Charlotte is killed.
Since the moment of her conception, Anna had expectations to meet. Since the day of her birth, she had a path to walk, a yellow brick road, if you will, laid out before her feet, ready to guide her on her path to supposed glory.
If only that had been the case.
The first thing to greet Anna Ackermann when she entered our world was a pair of beaming faces, belonging to a pair of loving, caring parents. Now, do not misunderstand: Anna's mother and father were not known for being the happiest of people. Despite living in relative luxury as a result of the father's successful business, both had been through many hardships, and both knew just how dark the world was. Neither was the type to look forward to the future, to be excited for what was to come. And yet, here they were, staring at their blissful, sleeping baby, unable to feel anything other than happiness. The mere prospect of having a child to raise, of being a proper family was enough to fill them with overflowing delight.
And so was the prospect of having someone to carry on their lineage.
You see, Anna was born to a pair of Quincy parents, pure-blooded ones to be exact. And while they were certainly excited for the future, they also had expectations for their newborn child. They hoped, nay, knew that their dear little daughter would follow in their footsteps, just as they had followed in the footsteps of their parents. It had never even occurred to the two that perhaps their daughter would walk a different path. Such a thought seemed ludicrous at the time, and was simply washed away by the merriment of the moment.
These very same expectations would soon be passed onto the pair's second daughter, Charlotte, who was born two years later. Though far more animated than little Anna had been, Charlotte's reiatsu was frightfully weak by comparison, flickering like a dying flame against a strong wind. The Ackermanns exchanged a quick look of concern, worried that perhaps there was something wrong with this child, but soon came to the conclusion that Charlotte had simply been unfortunate enough to be born weaker than the rest. Such a thought did little to dampen their spirits, however. Never once had their family failed to raise a powerful Quincy.
Put simply, the future seemed bright for this family of Quincies. It's a shame not all of them would live to see it.
It all started with an illness. At first, it was merely a minor ailment, more of a nuisance than a sickness. But then so are most diseases; harmless at first, and fatal if untreated The father knew this. He knew this and he urged his wife to seek help, to get herself checked. She dismissed his concerns, her pride and hubris as a warrior preventing her from taking action against something so minuscule, preventing her from appearing weak in the eyes of others. "It's nothing," she would say, "Stop worrying" she would insist. And yet the father persisted, warning her, pleading with her. Suffice it to say that the mother did not take kindly to this coddling; at times, she would lash out against her husband, but these moments were rare. Mostly, she began to treat him with cold disdain, angered that he kept fussing over something so minute. The two began to grow distant, and poor little Anna, only two years old at the time, could only sit by and watch as the tension grew ever more palpable, too old to remain oblivious to the animosity, too young to truly understand it.
In order to escape the stress of the household, and to distance herself from its source, Anna's mother became far more absent within the coming months, leaving the house to go god-knows-where for hours on end. Anna would sometimes go entire days without even catching a glimpse of her mother, losing out on all those precious childhood memories that so many other kids took for granted. But she was far from the only one affected by these disappearances; her father became far more sullen than usual, filled with guilt over all these arguments, for which he blamed only himself.
And filled with concern, too, for the woman that would often times return home with scars and bruises. The mother didn't just run off to relieve herself of stress; she wanted, needed to prove herself, to mend her damaged pride, and she did so by exerting herself as much as possible, by hunting stronger and stronger Hollows, by throwing herself in the face of danger and pulling back just before it could grasp her. She was showing both her husband and herself that she was fine, that she was more than capable of looking after herself. But she wasn't. Every single day her illness went untreated, it grew stronger, and the mother, too blinded by her own desire to appear strong, remained oblivious to the danger she was putting herself in. She couldn't see that by trying to look strong, she was merely making herself weaker.
The mother desperately clung to her facade, but her enemies could see through it all. They could see that she was weak, that she was growing weaker, and one Hollow in particular - one more experienced and cunning than the rest - was able to still his hunger, was able to wait for just the right moment to strike. And that moment came one day, as the creature stalked from the shadows, invisible to the mother's every sense. He hid, he followed, he waited, all while the mother continued her hunt, oblivious to where the true predator lay hidden. And then the opportunity finally came. The mother had earned her last victory mere seconds ago, but was too tired from the fighting, too weakened by the illness, to earn another. Too weakened by her own pride. Realizing her fatal error, the Hollow could only grin with gleeful arrogance as he struck at last...
Anna's mother didn't come back with scars bruises that night. She didn't come back at all.
The mother's death was the crack that would eventually shatter the Ackermann family. The father, torn apart by both grief and guilt, completely shut down the following weeks; though definitely present at the house, it could hardly be said that he was truly there, at least not mentally. Somber thoughts, filled with regret and self-loathing, had dragged the man into an abyss that took him weeks to climb out of. Of course, the mother's death resulted in more than just an emotional burden. There was also a maternal vacancy in the family, one which the father, who was preoccupied with balancing work and his own internal struggles, could not fill by himself. So, the man began to hire numerous babysitters and nannies to look after his two children during his absence.
Anna and Charlotte were born to a pair of loving, caring parents. They grew up with a dead mother and an absent father too consumed by his own grief to properly care for them, with only babysitters to keep them company at home. Throughout the early portion of their lives, nobody was a familiar face. Growing up with nobody to trust, nobody to truly look up to, the two became quite the introverts at school, staying away from all the other kids, talking only amongst each other and to nobody else.
Of course, the pair's spiritual awareness also played a part in their social withdrawal.
The sisters knew they were special, knew that they were more than just humans. From an early age, they manifested the ability to see spirits, and as they grew up they would come to understand their heritage as Quincy. And their duty. But they would also be taught just how important it was that they didn't speak about this to anybody, that they kept their powers a secret. All of a sudden the two Quincy girls became alienated from the rest of society, or at least as far as they knew. While aware of a wider Quincy organization, the sisters were still only children, and still couldn't help but feel different from the people that surrounded them. Couldn't help but feel that it would be simply impossible for them to intermingle with others. But oh how they some times longed to be able to speak, to socialize with other children, to have someone they could trust besides each other. They couldn't. Their father had made himself very clear in that regard.
Saying that both sisters were equally enthusiastic about their Quincy heritage would by lying. Of course, it was Charlotte, the naive, innocent, hopeful younger sister who was filled with pure glee at the though of being able to further her power. She had somebody to look up to: Anna. Born both the younger and the weaker of the two, Charlotte had spent her entire life looking up to Anna, both as a figure of guidance and a physical role-model - the pair's introduction to spiritual world did not change this in the slightest. Quite the opposite, in fact; the girl's wondrous desire to live up to her sister's achievements was only amplified as she watched her train in the ways of the Quincy for two years, growing ever eager in anticipation of the day she would finally begin her own training. And when that day finally came, who else did she turn to for advice but Anna?
The older sister, however, had no such person to look up to. Her father would have been the most obvious person to fill in that position, but he was far too absent to truly spark any inspiration within Anna, not to mention he had become a lot more aloof and sullen since the death of his wife. It could even be said that it was her father's brooding attitude and strict nature that turned Anna away from wanting to become a Quincy. And yet, despite all of this, the young girl went along with her Quincy training. Because her sister wanted that. Because her father expected that. Never once did she act upon her own desires, and it was perhaps this that most filled her with animosity towards the Quincy lifestyle: that she was practically forced into it.
But she nonetheless held on to her facade, simply incapable of disappointing her starry-eyed sister. She went on with her training, a fake smile always plastered on to her face as she guided Charlotte through her introduction to the spiritual ways. It went about as well as anybody expect it to, with Anna already showing a natural talent for manipulating the Spirit Particles around her, displaying far more potential as a Quincy in her first few days of training than Charlotte did in her first few weeks. But this did little more than motivate the younger sister to work harder, to become stronger.
But all the training in the world wouldn't prepare them for what was to come.
On march 5th 2005, an unexplained phenomenon struck a private school in Germany, resulting in large amounts of damage to the edifice. To this day, the cause of all the destruction remains unknown; though several witnesses were present, including majority of the student body, all but two of them remained oblivious to the true cause of this incident. Most came to the conclusion that it must have been some sort of earthquake, some kind of freak accident of nature. Only Anna and Charlotte could see that all this destruction wasn't the work of mother nature. Only they could see that what had struck their school hadn't been an earthquake.
It had been a Hollow.
Anna had been in her math class when it happened. First, she heard its steps, felt the ground tremble beneath her feat as it approached. Then, she looked out the window and saw it: a giant, lumbering behemoth, its black flesh adorned by thick white armor, its flaring red eyes scanning the ground beneath it. The Hollow, a primal and ravenous creature, towered over the school, and for just an instant, Anna could have sworn that its hungry, wild eyes had gazed directly at her. And in that instant, she panicked. And she ran, straight out of the class, leaving a group of bewildered students and a confused teacher calling for her to return. Seconds later, the walls caved in as the Hollow effortlessly crushed the building beneath its feet.
It hadn't taken long for both students and staff members to begin flooding out of the premises, confused and afraid. They couldn't see the monster that loomed over them. They could only feel the shock of its every step, the weight that each of its movements carried. Like headless chickens, they began to run, played like marionettes by the sheer bedlam of the situation. In all the panic and confusion, Anna managed to find her sister. Never one to be easily scared, she was as confident as ever in her sister's capabilities, and was quick to suggest that they tried to fight the creature. But then she looked her sister in the eye and saw the sheer terror that had gripped Anna's mind. And then she heard the words come out of her mouth.
They couldn't fight it. They had to run.
Anna may well have been a prodigy among the Quincy, having just learned to manifest her Spirit Weapon a few weeks prior. She was certainly capable of fighting, but not against this. Beyond all that, however, Anna was just far too afraid of this monstrosity to even begin to imagine fighting it. So, the pair ran, as far away from the school as they could. Somebody else would have to take care of the Hollow. Anna's only concern at the time was survival.
The two never really found out what happened to the Hollow, but neither really gave it much thought. It had probably been taken care of by some Shinigami anyways. Regardless, both had different things on their mind following the incident. Though certainly shaken by her very first encounter with a Hollow, Anna was filled with relief to have escaped unharmed. Her sister, however, didn't seem as pleased...
The father had heard of the incident at the school, both from the news and from his two daughters. Worried that they may yet again encounter a Hollow, he wanted them to be prepared, and urged them both to train harder. So, as always, the training continued. Only this time things were a bit different. Anna's progress began to slow down, hindered by her newfound apathy. Though she had never really desired to become a Quincy, her encounter with the Hollow had been the first time she wished she wasn't spiritually aware, and that feeling lingered. It lingered for a long time. And her sister? Her sister had changed too. Charlotte's eyes no longer gleamed with wonder and respect whenever she looked at Anna. Those feelings had been replaced by disappointment and anger. In her eyes, the girl she had looked up to for her entire life, the girl she had aspired to match, had revealed herself to be a coward, someone that took the power she had been gifted with for granted, slacking on her training while Charlotte continued to pour blood sweat and tears into hers.
Such a person couldn't be better than her.
If Anna's progress had begun to slow down in the coming months, then Charlotte's had skyrocketed. Her refusal to be outshined by her sister, the person who had turned admiration to jealousy, was enough to propel her to heights she had previously thought unreachable. Three months after her encounter with the Hollow, Charlotte finally learned how to manifest her own Spirit Weapon after only three years of training. She had achieved this a whole year faster than her sister. In the coming months, the gap in power between the Ackermann sisters would steadily decrease, with Charlotte eventually discovering her unique power mere days after Anna. Charlotte put little effort into hiding the rivalry she had established with her sister, frequently making subtle but noticeable jabs at her apathy and drop in progression.
The result this had on Anna was contradictory. On the one hand, the young girl grew to despise her lifestyle even more; this was the first time it had been the root of any sort of animosity from others, let alone her own sister. However, while she certainly grew more distasteful of her life, she also felt that there was more pressure to stick to it. Her sister clearly angry at her lack of passion, her lack of effort, her lack of desire to uphold the family name, and while it would be nigh impossible to summon such emotions on a whim, the least Anna could do was continue with her training in the hopes of eventually appeasing Charlotte.
Once again, she was forcing herself into this life, and she hated herself for it.
The next four years of Anna's life were uneventful to say the least. She and her sister continued to train, and they continued to fruitlessly attempt to integrate themselves into society, now having moved on to secondary education. Anna continued to build up negative emotions within herself, and continued to have no way of dealing with them. Charlotte continued to put more and more effort into outdoing Anna, maintaining her previously established animosity towards her.. And yet, as bad as things were, and as bad as things continued to get, nothing happened. For a while, it seemed as if fate had simply decided to slowly drag Anna up a steep, rocky hill towards her eventual death, where she would pass away after a long life full of regrets.
If Anna had been asked to choose between that and what was to come, she wouldn't have hesitated for even a second.
It happened while they were walking home from school, Of course it did. Bad things always happened at mundane moments. Perhaps it was because it was during those times when people were most unaware.
They had been followed. It had followed them. Why? Why didn't it just go on a rampage in the middle of the city, attacking any defenseless civilian it could find like so many of its kin had done before it? Had it perhaps recognized their reiatsu from a previous hunt? Had it been aware of their nature as Quincies and thus decided to act cautiously? Why? Why did it choose them?
Where had they been when it finally attacked...? Everything that happened before, everything that happened after, it's all so unclear to her now. She can't even remember where they were, only that there was nobody else around. Nobody to witness...
They both felt it the instant whatever force had been cloaking it had vanished. A torrent of reiatsu, malicious, gluttonous, spine-chilling and repulsive in every way possible. That was all they had time to register before it attacked.
Of course, it hadn't been fatal. Such vile creatures never finished their prey off so quickly, even if given the opportunity. It had, however, been painful. The pair had been smacked around like rag dolls before they could even react. Dazed and confused, the two could only catch a glimpse of the creature's menacing visage before it moved to attack again.
The Hollow had been powerful, far surpassing anything the pair had ever encountered before. And also smarter than anything they had encountered before. It knew how to play them right into its hands, taunting them, prompting them to fruitlessly try and fight back. It was wearing them down, meeting their every attack with a perfect counter-attack that was never quite strong enough to kill, but always strong enough to hurt.
Escape was simply not an option. The two had been far too damaged to properly run away. The only course of action they could take was to fight their way out.
But could they? Could they defeat this thing, which so clearly stood above them in power and experience? Even together, the two had barely managed to harm the Hollow, which was taking its sweet time toying with its prey.
Would they die here?
They would die here.
Anna knew. They couldn't fight. They couldn't run.
All they could do was...
Anna had been rendered immobile by her own somber realization. The realization that their fate had been sealed. The realization that this foe was unbeatable, that only death awaited them. And also by her fear. She was afraid, afraid of this Hollow, afraid of death. Too afraid to act. To afraid to even move. Even as the Hollow turned to face her. Even as it noticed, nay, tasted her fear and moved to attack. Even as it crouched low to the ground, and then in a flash leaped towards her. Even as death stared her right in the eye, moving ever close to her soul, Anna couldn't move.
And yet, she moved.
Or rather, she was moved.
Something moved her out of the way.
It didn't take long for Anna to realize what had moved her.
It didn't take long for her to realize who had moved her.
And what had happened to that person.
She still remembers it, even now. The sight of her sister, standing there, looking down at Anna. Above her, as she had always hoped.
Standing there with the Hollow's claws protruding from her back.
Standing above a puddle of her own blood.
And then she was gone. And then she fell.
Nothing mattered anymore.
She had been saved by another Quincy. The Hollow had moved in to attack her, only to be stopped in its track by vibrant blue arrow that barely missed its mask. It seemed that the creature recognized this newcomer as someone stronger than it, and had decided to flee. Of course, the man that had attacked it couldn't give chase, not with the heavily-wounded Charlotte bleeding out on the floor.
And so, the monster that had taken everything from Anna lived another day. As for Anna? Well, she never truly lived again.
Of course, they had been unable to save Charlotte. Her wound had been far too severe, killing her before anybody had the chance to attempt a healing.
Anna couldn't properly understand her sister's final moments. After all the animosity she had shown towards her, all the hostility and jealousy, she had still given her life to save her.
Charlotte had always wanted to be a Quincy, to uphold the family name. That had been her dream. But she was gone now.
I have a vivid image of what Anna is like, and you didn’t even have to get super wordy to do it. It flows nice and I have no complaints for her physical attributes, they’re all easily tied to her persona. However the reiatsu falls flat here. It doesn’t feel right or wrong in terms of relating to Anna, which just kind of undermines how short this part already is. It’s also hard to picture what you have described as well, I imagine a churning blue fluid, which I’m not even sure is accurate. Reiatsu is really the only thing that could be improved for this section.
Personality ~ 200/500
So this personality seems very suitable to her history, it even shines through in her appearance, but frankly the writing here just doesn’t back it up. It all fits together, and drive’s home a very clear theme of what this character is about, but it blends ‘too’ well. Things that don’t pertain to the constant theme of uncertainty of who she wants to be and if she wants what is right in front of her. I don’t buy that she is truly a confident person, yet I’m sure she puts on the airs of being so. Sure she might be certain of her abilities, but I don’t see it going beyond that. Many of your traits explanations seem to lose what they’re about, but have the boon of supporting the main personality. The writing is good, it just gets… convoluted, lost in itself. Not enough distinction between different parts of her, yet in contrast you’ve don’t a great job tying it all together. Finally, how does she view some of the other spiritual beings of the world? Shinigami, other Quincy clans, variants? Exploring that might help carve out some more distinct aspects of Anna.
Power & Race-Specific Details ~ 100/300
You keep it simple here, and although that doesn’t net you extra points, it does give the reader what they want quickly. And with powers, if they’re straightforward, brief is best. So, it’s obvious how her weapon ties back to her personality, as well as the power. But how does she use this freezing aura? Does she prefer it over her other methods of fighting?
History ~ 200/300
Straight up, this is one of the best Quincy histories I’ve read on site. Is clichéd? Hell yeah it is, but you’ve gone above and beyond with it. Quincy have this penchant for trying to make their family dying off come off as tragic, and I pretty much never buy into it. Normally this is just filler for Quincy, but this sounds like it might actually drive Anna to do something, might actually grow from it. You didn’t change the formula, just improved upon the components. I actually care that her sister later dies, I actually buy into Anna’s loss of her sibling and rival. These are things that are ever present amongst the Quincy and get old by the third time you see it.
But you pull it off.
So what does this need to be better? Segmentation, a bit for condensing, and a better finish. It all flows nicely, but it flows so much the entire thing seems continuous and amasses to just one giant history instead of focused parts, this also would help from being a little more to the point. The emotion is there, but at some points its overkill, don’t dwell too much or it will become overdramatic instead of heartfelt. And the end: her sister dies in 2009, and then what? You have seven years of nothing, and sure nothing major might’ve happened, but it still needs to be known what it was spent doing.
Total earned GP: 800! Total base GP: 1,500!
Total GP: 2300!
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