Name: Memala Odionoso
Nicknames: The Patient Lady, The Tactician
Sexual Preference: Demisexual
Former Classification: Adjuchas
Affiliation: Hueco Mundo, Espada
Rank: Septima Espada
Partner: Libelula (Fraccion)
The being now known as Memala began as a woman of prestige, the Matriarch of her family that extended her reach to encompass all that sought to learn from her. She was a woman that strived for unity through knowledge and so built a school that welcomed all willing to learn whether they were prodigies or feeble of mind. The institute served as her home for many years as she amassed a great collection of books in all fields of study, she devoted all her free time to teaching her students while still maintain her role as the head of her family. It was in that very school when her sickness set in, at first it was a mild fever and bouts of fatigue that she attributed to too many late nights reading but when the illness did not subside and only grew in intensity she knew that she was in dire need but no healer could ease her pain. In the end her passing was violent as the tremors set in and the fever forced her into delusion leaving all she had to her sister, the last female heir of the family.
When she woke next her pain was replaced by an aching in her heart, he soul had become bound to her school. Her spirit unwilling to leave her students, she had so much she still wanted to teach them. In the months that followed her pain only grew as she watched her precious school fall to neglect and her beloved students abandoned by her sister who coveted wealth over knowledge. She was confronted by a soul reaper wishing to perform a Konso, she knew that she must move on. She could feel her chain of fate eating away faster as each day passed and she witnessed more of her students leave, she was no fool. She understood that lingering would cause the eventual transformation so she agreed to the Konso but asked to be given a few days to say what goodbyes she needed to so she could be at ease… and foolishly the Soul Reaper agreed.
Her sister came to the school the next day as expected, it was she that the woman needed to say her peace to. She followed her around the grounds, talking in great length about her disappointment in her and her hopes that she’ll let put less faith in her own wealth and more into the future of their people. She knew her words fell on deaf hears but she hoped that bits of what she said seeped into her sister’s mind as subconscious suggestions. She was planning to leave and await the Soul Reapers return in silent contemplation but as she walked with her sister to the office that served as her room the woman finally began to speak. Her sister spoke to a painted portrait of them that she hung in the office, her only reminder of her blood here in the sanctuary of knowledge, and the words she spoke where hateful and cruel. Words that caused the ache in her chest to become almost unbearable but she listened and took it all in, she tried to calm her heart but it was her sister’s confession that shook her core. It was not sickness that claimed her life but malicious intent in the form of a slow acting poison, all to gain control of the land that the school was on. The realization that her own blood took her life should have been enough to cause her chain to devour itself entirely but she fought against it with her will, she would not lose. She would not succumb to it… and she almost gained control. Almost escaped the now accursed room her sister defiled with greed but she was too slow and no matter how much she wished to un-hear the words muttered next, she could not. The school would be destroyed, the only care her sister expressed was that which would be sold or that which would be burned. Her students abandoned, most came from homes that they could return to but there were still so many that the school was their home… It was that revelation that pushed her over the edge and caused her heart to be lost and her first cry could be heard throughout the city. The rage took hold of her and her first act as a hollow was to rip her treacherous sister’s soul from her body, the first soul she devoured was the most delicious.
It was not long before she found herself wandering the white sands of Hueco Mundo and her journey to sate her hunger began, for it would be many years before her rage subsided but with each being she devoured she came a little closer to regaining her composure.
Her transformation into an Arrancar restored the beauty she had lost in hollification, her pale skin shines with a soft glow beneath the ivory desserts moon and her long cream colored hair with its chocolate streaks remain unbound. The ends cut precisely to prevent her hair from dragging against the ground as she walks. She takes pride in her locks, often taking hours to comb her hair at night but the time is also used to read so that it’s not a completely vain act. Still those lustrous tendrils are just a part of her splendor, it is her haunting eyes that silently seduce. Endless pools of amber that beckon to be drowned in if one is not careful. Her lips are full and painted with a pale orange color to match the makeup she carefully places around her eyes but they lack emotion for she rarely smiles and even if she does it is but a twitch in the corner of her mouth for a moment. The slightest and simplest expression of amusement or approval that vanishes almost as quickly as it appeared. Her features are soft and emit a sense of grace, for a woman she stands taller than most at a modest 5’11” but it accents her poise and further gives her the appearance of nobility.
She has accepted the customary white clothing of her brethren, her own modestly designed to cover her body so that the form beneath them is left entirely up to one’s imagination. Her sleeves are long and cover the backs of her hand to hide the marks upon them, on her right hand is a small tattoo located between her forefinger and thumb to signify her rank as the Septima Espada and on her left hand his the hole from her lost heart. The default positioning of her hands is one placed over the other, unlike most others who keep them shoved into pockets or hanging freely at ones side. A remnant of etiquette from her seemingly forgotten mortal life.
The ruffled maxi skirts she wears clings to her and is not made for quick movements such as running but she isn’t one to be rushed anyways. She moves with short steps regardless of where she is going or needed, she has found that if she is needed badly enough then the ones in need will either come to her or wait for her arrival. It’s not a view point based on pride but the desire to remain dignified, memories of her blood lust still haunt her dreams and she wishes to never lose her composure again. So she will take her time in getting to anyplace, plus the long walks give her ample time to contemplate what she is being called for.
The remnants of her hollow mask are small circular protrusion on her forehead, just above her eyebrows and look like small decorative pearls instead of fragments of the mask that once donned her face.
In most aspects of life she is indifferent, she has remained a neutral role in the clashing world of her comrades and because of that she can always be counted on to give unbiased advice on any situation she is asked to help resolve and often time on circumstances in which she was not. Her hunger for knowledge has often led her to keep tabs on all the happenings in Hueco Mundo mostly for curiosities sake and not for a source of leverage over others. This hobby also allows her voice to be one of the most listened to during the meetings with the other Espada. And thanks to a lasting arrangement with the visored information broker, Ayzel Kurgan, she is kept informed on interesting events in the world of the living as well, whether it be strange movements by the Soul Reapers or one of their own causing unnecessary commotion.
Her leisurely time is spent in her library, surrounded by a mass of books she gathered from the world of the living or where given to her by her trusted fraccion, Libelula, whom she also enjoys teaching various subjects to. Her favorite exercise is playing strategy based board games like chess and go. She is adept with formulating battle strategies and enjoys when she can run simulated battles with teams of other hollows, her ‘war games’ have become an indulgence for the arrancars that spend too much time idly waiting for orders. Although she never physically partakes in the games herself due to her lack in physical strength and overall power, her directions often lead her team to victory.
She is not a fighter by any means, when on the field of battle she stays far away from head to head confrontations and never strikes out against an enemy first. She remains calm and collected using her Perspicacia and Pesquisa to take in all the information around and orchestrating the fights, often commanding the arrancars to switch opponents if they are poorly matched. She has no quarrels with retreating if the outcomes she plays out in her head are less than favorable which has caused many a dispute with the more prideful arrancars.
If confronted while alone then she will show no hostility and attempt to talk to her challenger instead, she has no desire to actually fight anyone or anything. She just happens to be very good at figuring out how to win. Personally she never understood the strife between the Soul Reapers and the Arrancar, yes the lesser hollows who were driven by base hunger obviously causes problems for the souls and Shinigami but the ‘awoken’ ones (as she like to refer to the arrancars as) should have more restraint.
Major Quirks/ Habits:
She cleans often, she does not like not being able to find things if they are needed and she always insists on cleaning her study on her own (despite Libelula’s constant attempts to help). This is because she finds it calming to organize her books and it helps to clear her mind.
She speaks slowly and in a tone that she is considering her words carefully before she says them and that is exactly what she is doing. She hates it when her words are twisted so she chooses them prudently. Her voice is soft and genuinely relaxing to listen to, rarely does she raise her voice.
Perspicacia (Insight): An ability unique to her, when she uses the ability it is as if the world slows down to a crawl and data flows into her. She can sense the speed and direction of the wind, feel the location and power levels of spiritual pressure, see the subtle movements of muscle beneath flesh from all around her up to an omnidirectional half mile and anticipate physical attacks as well as powers that are about to be used from the gathering of energy. The more she knows about a person or group of people she will be coming into conflict with then the more her Perspicacia can analyze and predict which is why she uses this technique in combination with her Pesquisa so gather as much information about her given targets.
Pesquisa (Inquiry): She sends out a radiating pulse which reacts to sources of reiatsu in an omnidirectional mile, allowing her to determine the location of any sensed individuals and gauge how powerful they actually are. This technique has a longer range than her Perspicacia but will allow her enough information to calculate the risk of interference from an outside source. She has shown a mastery in this technique that allows her to use it without effort so that its nothing more than a second thought to her.
Cero Milimétrica (zero pinpoint): Her cero is emitted from the tip of her right index finger and does not have a powerful blast range that is typical of other Ceros. Hers is a precise shot, no larger than a millimeter in diameter which can be aimed at specific location at an astonishing speed and very long distances.
High-Speed Regeneration: This allows her to recover from any damage she sustains from unavoidable physical combat by causing the wound(s) to heal at a drastically increased rate, closing the wounds on her body and growing back any lost limbs within extremely short periods of time. Despite the many benefits it provides, most Hollows choose to abandon this ability when they become Arrancar in exchange for a greater amount of power but she knew that the added power would not help her due to her own lack in physical strength so it would be much more advantageous to focus on healing instead of power. While this ability to regenerate is indeed powerful, it is not without its flaws. Despite the extent to which it can heal the body, internal organs, such as the brain, cannot be regenerated; if such irreparable damage is sustained, the rest of the body can continue to regenerate, though to no avail. In addition, if the body is damaged before it has the chance to heal, or if enough damage is inflicted at once, it can be destroyed nonetheless.
"Be brave my dear. Even if you are not then pretend to be. No one will know the difference because they will be too busy pretending themselves."
- Said to Libelula
"Strategy requires thought, Tactics require observation. Luckily I am quite adept at both requirements."
- Said to a group of arrancar before a wargame
- Loves Hot drinks like tea, coffee and coco. She rarely drinks anything cold unless it's been offered to her.
- The scent of heavy perfumes will make her sneeze and eventually give her a severe headache if she stays near the smell.