Pamela Renenet [WIP]

Name: Pamela Renenet (Formerly Emu Renenet)
True Age: 5,500
Gender: Female
Personality:

Independent & Free Spirit: Pamela is unlike most people one might meet. She is a basket with a delicate and unique assortment of personalities. Though she may have her serious and fierce moments such as those displayed on a battle, she also possesses rather tender and gentle qualities that make her who she is. Among the many reasons she is loved and treasured is her unique personality. She is one of the very rare whose personality is extremely difficult to analyze based on her behavioral tendencies. Though reading what's on her mind according to her behavior is not such a grueling task, knowing exactly how she will react to new situations is mostly impossible as it is her unorthodox way of handling herself in and out of the battlefield that makes and enhances her qualities and the growing interest most seem to have in her. For the most part, she can be found in vast fields, either helping and guiding other members or speaking and tending to her husband. On some other occasions she may be found speaking to the animals albeit not expecting a response or to passing individuals to foster better and new relationships with her acquaintances. On the rare chances she has alone to do as she please, her free spirit takes sovereignty over her. When she can, she she loves to travel. Being around people is no longer her main source of attention as she has enough interaction with those  across the worlds. Though is not beyond her to occasional stare at people, up from skyscrapers, as they walk and go about their daily lives. Most often, she tends to like to visit river beds, the mouth of large fast flowing rivers, or the entrance to underwater caves or far off islands. She seems to be taken by the desolate, peaceful nature of the world at its most unique and simple. It is not that she seeks loneliness or likes to be alone. She just, like many people, like a sort of balance in their live. Like most, though helping around might seem bliss, she also enjoys being alone with her own thoughts from time to time.

Flirty & Slutty: It doesn't take a genius to figure out Pamela likes to show off her body. While she may not openly choose to say so, it is hardly necessary, specially since her outfit shows so much. Though everything is well covered, for the most part, its easy to see that sudden or rushed movements can show areas of her butt and the occasional subtle pantie shot as well as hint at the nearly visible contours of her breasts. She doesn't mind, and even prefers showing a bit of skin, as producing blushes and giggles on the passing man seems to amuse her quite a bit. This is quite contradictory to the way in which she used to behave during the early years of her life but she sees the change as beneficiary, fun, and necessary. Her slutty choice of clothing should not confuse her with a slut however. Though she enjoys dressing in a rather provocative way, and even occasionally flirting with guys every now and then, she is far from being an easy woman. She is just innately interested in the adventurous play. Her choice in clothing and dismal interest in flirting has no effect on who she feels attracted to. Her unorthodox and largely random behavior are but reflections of a very convoluted and unique personality.

Low Self-Esteem & Competitive: Although it may not be quite apparent from the way she dresses and the way she behaves, Pamela has a rather low self esteem. It doesn't stem out of any childhood problems or affection deficiencies. She knows she is beautiful. She doesn't need anyone to tell her to be aware of that, though hearing such remarks is always gladly welcomed with a smile. It's just a habit of her, and almost natural to tend to find a fault in her figure, even if deep down, she knows she is as close to being an embodiment of beauty as any other women. She is not so superficial as to care for looks alone as she is the one to believe everyone, no matter what they look like on the outside, can potential be a truly beautiful being so long as their heart reflects what their outer appearance might not. However, because of her occasional thoughts of lesser worth, she truly enjoys being complimented. She won't go out of her way to push a compliment as she would hate herself for doing so. She just loves when someone compliments her, specially her body. She always seems to smile brighter whenever someone flirts with her and comments on her body, or when one of her friends makes a remark on her looks on any given day. She also seems to develop rivals and competition rather easily, and not only on the battlefield. It is mostly directed to people who annoy her or piss her off. Even if the lady is not nearly as well endowed physically as her, Pamela is quick to draw comparisons within her self-conscious and elevate the self worth of the rival to match her owns even if doing so would be highly inaccurate. Though it often serves as a way to gather more rivals and competitors, it doesn't seem to be all bad. It allows her to have enough competition to continue to train and grow into a stronger fighter as well as keep a watchful eye on her figure and continue being a beautiful woman.

Pervert & Curious: She never started off this way, and the Pharaoh definitely had no effect on it. In fact, for the most part at least initially, she was nearly a prude so being pervert was as far from comprehension as possible. With time, as many of her priorities and behavior has changed to adjust to society, her likes and dislikes have also evolved. It is no secret that Pamela, today, is a bit of a pervert. But she truly doesn't care either way. She has a very peculiar definition of what being a pervert is. She can often be found looking into swimsuit and nearly-naked magazines featuring beautiful woman courtesy of her trips to the world of the leaving. She is not confused as to her sexuality, she merely looks into them out of curiosity. Pamela is one who would likely advocate that her hobbies ad tendencies do not truly make her a pervert. She would rather say she is just highly curious about many things, specially largely bare bodies. While she may well be a pervert on her own right, she is truly a curious individual. Although she is able to keep composure, specially on issues or situations she knows better than to dig into, in most cases, she is likely to ask and go around until the individual has told her the secret or the core of the problem or information. Its almost as if being told something and not getting the whole idea of it would drive her mad throughout the day. And it has. She just loves knowing things. While she would not compare her quest of learning and knowledge to be quite as set and profound as that of devout scientists, she is nevertheless quite taken by a lot of things and would rather know something than not.




Appearance:






Animalistic Traits: Neko Ears
Appearance Age: 20
Height: 5'6 ft
Weight: 115 lbs




Techinques: This is what you can do without relying on your Légendaire.
Magic:

Bakudo

Bakudō #61. Rikujōkōrō (六杖光牢, Six Rods Prison of Light; Viz "Six-Rod Light Restraint")
Incantation: Carriage of thunder, bridge of a spinning wheel. With light, divide this into six.
Description: By pointing her finger at the target, Pamela generates a spark of yellow energy, which summons six thin, wide beams of light that slam into a target's midsection and hold them in place. The target is unable to move any part of their body, including the parts which were not struck by the beams.


Barriers

Millón Escudo (ミジョン・エスクド, Mijon Esukudo; Spanish for "Million Shield")
Incantation: Unknown
Description: A light green hexagonal barrier which is normally fixed to one central area and, when inactive, remains invisible. Upon contact with an outside force, the barrier enlarges to fully protect whatever it is affixed to. The barrier keeps the attack away from the target, gathers the energy in one area, and momentarily absorbs the energy from the attack before forcing the attack outward and away from the shield, dispersing the attack altogether. It has been noted to have been able to block a point-blank, Hollow mask-enhanced Getsuga Tenshō from Ichigo Kurosaki in his Bankai.

Standing Ovation (スタンディング・オベーション, Sutandingu Obēshon)
Incantation: Unknown
Description: Snapping her fingers with hands several times, Pamela creates a blue, cuboid barrier around the head of his opponent. Bringing the palms of her hands together, Aiko emits a shockwave of Reiatsu from them. When the wave hits her opponent, the barrier turns red before falling away, decapitating the victim in the process. This technique can be used against multiple opponents at once.


Hado

Hadō #63. Raikōhō (雷吼炮, Thunder Roar Sear; Viz "Fiery Lightning Howl")
Incantation: Sprinkled on the bones of the beast! Sharp tower, red crystal, steel ring. Move and become the wind, stop and become the calm. The sound of warring spears fills the empty castle!
Description: Generating an orb of yellow lighting above the palm of her hand, Pamela fires the built-up energy at her target as a massive concentration of energy which resembles a lightning strike. The effect has devastatingly destructive results.


Origin: (An Origin is what is the basis of your character. No, not a base form. An Origin is, at the purest form, what your character represents. Origins are anything and everything.)
Other Weapons: (What type of weapons does your character carry other than their Légendaire?)
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Légendaire Legend: (What legendary weapon, trinket, etc. is your Légendaire based on?)
Légendaire Appearance: (A picture or 5 sentences)
Oblige: (What is the requirement for you to use your Légendaire's power[s]? This can be a phrase to outright cutting off an arm!)


Name: (What is the name of this Noble Phantasm?)
Appearance Changes: (If there are any appearance changes, please put a picture or 5 sentences)
Abilities: (What does this Noble Phantasm do? There can only be one general ability to a Noble Phantasm, but you can have multiple Noble Phantasms!)


Character Background:

Finally. The two lands and the kingdoms had become one. It was due time, but finally, the two Kingdoms of Egypt, the Upper and Lower had become one. The pharaoh, the first pharaoh was the ruling law of the land. Being the first of his kind, he was known by many names and by no names. Some called him Narmer, others called him Menes or Scorpion. No one was truly sure of his real name. However, one thing was truly believed to be true. Like pharaohs that would come before him, he was seen as Horus in his human form until the time of his death where he would ascend to his dominion as Ra. Aside from the upheaval, there was much growing and development in the land. Agriculture was becoming quite common, and even some animals had been domesticated. The Egyptians were starting to get subtle glimpses of how to control the yearly overflows of the Nile river even though they were still many years ahead from fully understanding it.

Among the many known families, none was as widely known and respected as the direct family of the pharaoh. Nevertheless, there were a number of families that were of some considerable status and respected throughout the land. The Renenet's were among the most renowned. The patriarchs in the family were known for being fierce and loyal warriors and the woman in the family had a long history of being devoted to the gods and priesthood. Emu was no different. From an early age she was brought up with the goal to serve her pharaoh. What's more, her life was to be dedicated to the gods and the ruler who stood as a personification of Horus. It was never clear why her name was chosen. However, some may that at the time of her birth, the house was unusually surrounded by cats. Since cats were sacred and seen as a reflection of grace and poised, the sight was a welcomed one, and thus her name.

When she was of age, around her early to mid teenage years, she was sent to the Pharaoh's domain. Although young, her beauty was unmatched during the time. Even the Pharaoh's main wife, who was highly thought of as being the most beautiful woman to have ever been seen in Egypt until then was overshadowed by Emu's natural beauty. It was not long before the ruler's eyes were on her. But for the time being, it was thankfully only his eyes which explored her young body. At the temples, she was an active member of the prayers and worships of the gods and was always congratulated by the High Priest. Aside from the Pharaoh and his main wife, the High Priest was likely the other individual with the most power in the land.

As she spent her time in the temples, Emu rarely went to the outside or saw her family. It was not rare however. She always knew and was told that becoming a priestess would be an entirely new life for her. Having been devoted entirely to the plight of the people and their connection to their gods, she had been delivered to them and spared the human connections of blood she had had prior to becoming a woman of the gods. She was not the only one however. Though her fame and status was well known as one of the most fair and devoted maidens, there were quite a number of priestesses. For the most part, they were all very beautiful woman. They were all virgins as well, at least when they got there. Though the pharaoh had quite a lot of wives aside from his main spouse, he seemed to have a very keen interest on the maidens. The maidens of the gods, much like the pharaoh as the personification of human Horus were, supposedly, beyond the mortal realm. Thus, it was against the law for anyone to touch or engage in any vile, or sexual way with a virgin priest of the gods. It would seem the Pharaoh was an exception. Quite often, specially when he was bored, he would seek out the maidens and sleep with them, many of which had bared a child. None had really rejected him. As servants of the gods it would not be wise to upset the personification of Horus. Emu was somewhat different. Perhaps it had been because of her widely known status and popularity with the people when her name was heard, but she had not yet being touched in any incident way by the ruler. On the other hand however, no one was to touch the Pharaoh's wife. For anyone who did so, or laid a hand one a priestess, aside from the Pharaoh, the worst kind of torture and death awaited them.

Unlike what some would have believed, it was rather quickly that Emu and the ruler's wife befriended eachother. The wife was aware that Emu had yet to be touched by her husband. Also, the clear devotion and honesty of the virgin priestess was evident, and thus, Emu became her confidant. Her devotion to the gods and the spirits were such that, on rare occasions, she was seen speaking to herself or onto empty spaces of air. She was just thought to be commuting with spirits, and in a way, she was. Emu was able to see some spirits, and even converse with them. On the world of the mortals however, it would seem life was not without a sense of irony. The virgin maiden Emu, would be no more. On a calm night, when she was alone in one of the chambers worshiping one of the gods, she was interrupted by the Pharaoh. There, he overtook her, and overpowering her, raped her numerous times until she could no longer stand, and in tears, left her to her own devises once he had been satisfied. In her mind, it wasn't right. She was meant to respect and honor the Pharaoh as he was Horus on Earth but she couldn't agree with his actions. From the priestesses, she was easily the most knowledgeable and devoted of them all. The virgin priestesses were meant to be...virgins. Either way, she knew her place. She never spoke a word of it or thought ill of her Pharaoh even during the times where he would return to take advantage of the fairest of them all.  Everyone knew. The servants, the Pharaoh's wife, the priest, but they all turned a blind eye. He was the leader, and his law was absolute, she simply did not matter as much, and she knew it, and she accepted.

Aside from her own inner conflicts, there was much upheaval in the kingdom during the time, specially among the ruling family. The pharaoh's wife had long known about the forced affair of her husband and Emu but she could do little to nothing about it.  But that was not all. The High Priest had been having an affair with the wife of the Pharaoh behind his back for a very long time. Emu always had a hunch about it but she knew better than to anticipate or ferment ideas that could have been misconstrued. It was not long before the Pharaoh's wife and the High Priest himself came and revealed it to Emu on their own. Giving her intellect, they were sure she was either caught up or had gotten wind of it. They also trusted her completely. She was after all the head priestesses, the fairest lady, and confident to the ruler's wife. The union, the sexual deviant behavior of the wife and the High Priest were wrong, she knew it. However, what the pharaoh had done was also wrong in her eyes, even for someone who devoted her life to pleasing the gods. Choosing instead not to speak of it, she kept it secret as the High priest did his best to have her at different places at different times to potentially lower as much as possible the chances and times during which the Pharaoh would take advantage of her.

During one of the many festivities in the land, the Pharaoh had been away, celebrating their latest conquest and inventions. It was during this time, like many before, that the High Priest, under the guise of committing his time to specially important matters of the gods, got with the Pharaoh's wife for a night of sexual independence and lust. As usual, Emu was aware, and going to her daily prayers, left them to their own accord to do as they pleased. However, the night would soon turn for the worse, for all of them. The Pharaoh had arrived much earlier than anticipated, and one of the servants had passed the word about the infidelity of his wife. With his men, and his weapons ready, the Pharaoh was to take the life of his wife and the Head Priest. However, Emu was asked by the High Priest to fulfill her duty and allow them to escape. Regardless of her own thoughts, decisions, and wants, she was bound by law to the judgement of her superior. Without saying a word, she merely nodded and saw them off as they escaped. She knew her fate as did the fleeing couple, but she was expandable, and she knew it.

Upon the arrival of the Pharaoh and his man, the couple had long left. In between the shouting and flailing of weapons she merely stood still, scared, gaze down as they approached her. Hearing her name being screamed, she raised her gaze just as she felt a rather sharp weapon be plunged into her midsection as her body bled out. In mere minutes, she was dead, gone from that area, and gone from the world. In a way. In what seemed like an endless eternity of darkness, a subtle semicircular-like sphere hovered above her immobile body. In it, she saw the couple fleeing deep into the desert with the Pharaoh and his men giving chase after them. Almost with a mind of its own, the desert sprung out one of the most devastating and enormous storms they had ever seen. In seconds, the Pharaoh, his men, the wife, and the High Priest had all been swallowed up by the storm and died. Their bodies were hidden by the sands and their flesh, much like their existence ceased to exist. Irony would have it that, although some future Pharaohs would be remembered for their accomplishments, this first Pharaoh would be shrouded with mystery and not even his true name would be entirely recorded in history.

Before she knew it, she was dropped on her feet, completely nude, on what seemed to be a very tall structure. There was a very strong, nearly blinding light reflected on her displaying her naked body and a circular platform where she stood. The light encompassed only the circular platform and nothing else as there seemed to be endless and vast darkness in the distance, no matter how far she looked. Descending from above, she witnessed the unthinkable. The Legendarily item has taken on the form of Amun himself, hovering in mid-air in front of her. Quickly kneeling down, she was asked to get up in a rather gentle but very imposing tone of voice, just like she believed he would sound. Expressing his satisfaction with her work, her devotion and love, even among the troubles she faced, he thanked her. Coming down onto the circular platform, he walked towards her as Emu remained immobile, watching him. Telling her she was the embodiment of his people, of the gods, he revealed she was the one person he believed and entrusted to carry on the will and power of the gods in the human world and elsewhere in a more carnal form. With a smile, she lowered her head, holding back the tears out of feeling so blessed for being told such words, she smiled and accepted. With Amun's hand over her head, an intensely powerful bright light shun around her and engulfing her and everything in the area.

Following a very boisterous tremor, Emu would find her senses fading off as everything went blank and she lost consciousness. Upon waking up, she found herself in what looked to be an oasis in the desert, likely very, very far from the Egyptian Kingdom. She was different however. She was very different. For starters, she wore a very unique outfit. Made up primarily of fine leather, the finest silk, and gold and gems, it was the most beautiful outfit she had ever seen. It was rather revealing but given some of the outfits she had worn before, this was not bad, and given the time, she truly did not mind. But there was more. She didn't just look different, she felt different. Amun, the king of the gods had bestowed her with the power of the gods of the Egyptian mythology and their power flowed through her. Her Legendaire was rather unorthodox, but then again, so was her, her personality and her power. In essence, her legendaire item was the best of all, her faith.
She spent a number of years on her own, getting accustomed to her new powers and better understanding the limits she possessed and the potential she had for future development. In due time, she had decided to travel back into the Egyptian Kingdom. With new officials and a new Pharaoh, she hardly knew anyone there anymore. It was unclear how many years she had been away though she didn't believe them to be many. She was sure now. The Pharaoh was not really the representation of Horus on Earth. Horus, and his powers, were one of many that had already been bestowed upon Emu. Nevertheless, she made no attempt to kill or overthrow the current Pharaoh. Among her many powers, she was easily able to become visible and invisible to mere humans. From time to time, she did so in front of a fair number of people. She came to be known as a sign of the gods, which she truly was. The reign of the Pharaohs from thereon was quite interesting. It made sense that some of the better and most famous Pharaohs came during the later years of the Egyptian culture thanks to Emu. Likewise, some rulers lived to be very old while some died rather early in their lives. It was all highly dependent on their behavior and what type of man they were.

Emu remained with the Egyptians for quite a long time. Though some of the more renowned work called for some rather distasteful practices, she did her best to atone for the choices of the officials. All in all she did her best to help those who truly needed. It was thanks to her that Egyptians obtained such a drastic and memorable grasp on architecture. It was thanks to her that they were so quick to manipulate the yearly flooding of the Nile river to better help their agricultural endeavors. From time to time she would practice her own skills off and away from her people. During that time, she happened to meet some shinigami, though they did not seem quite aware of her. Though her spiritual pressure was enormous, she was easily able to suppress it to nearly-undetectable levels as easily as she could let it loose to catastrophically devastating degrees.

As the centuries went on, people became smarter. Not only that but they also became greedier. With less attention focused on her and the gods, war was imminent at all times. Though initially she sided with them and awarded the Egyptians many victories, the greed and corruption of her people knew no end. Eventually, she decided to make herself invisible for good and leave her people. By that time, even her departure might not have been dully noted as the beliefs in the Egyptian gods were dwindling. However, with due time, her departure would be evident as it would eventually lead to the defeat in battles and the destruction for the most part of that culture.

Upon her departure, she had a world to see and places to go, but no clear idea of what she wanted to do. Her powers were hers now. Her duty was not to maintain the belief in the gods but rather just be the carnal embodiment of the Egyptian gods. During her travels, for the most part, she made herself visible to others. For the most part, she often passed herself off to be a far off princess or dignitary. Thanks to one of her abilities, money was never a problem and she had thus great amounts of wealth. It became a hobby of hers to learn of other cultures unlike her own. As opposed to what some may have believed, learning and becoming open minded about other beliefs and cultures did not weaken her own. Instead, learning more and becoming a better prepared individual only strengthen her own faith and believed in her own culture. Among her many activities, she was known to leave great riches for the very poor in different cities all over the world. In some cases, though veiled by her powers, she was an active and driving force in some of the biggest conflicts and wars in history as she did her best so that humans resolved their issues without truly revealing her identity or her powers.

During her life, she continued to train with regularity. It was not so much because she was hungry for power but instead because she thirsted for knowledge. The more she train and pushed her limits, the farther they went and the cycle started all over again. She discovered she learned something new and interesting about her powers every day and it just made her want to know more. Its strange she never quite took a liking to any specific weapon, instead preferring to use her body for close melee combat and her special abilities for long range. It was not extremely often that she was forced into combat, however, in more than one occasion she was forced to battle and kill a number of opponents from different races at different points in her life.

Having lived for as long as she did, most of her hobbies died down as soon as she had mastered them. Her faith and her powers were an exception of course as she was ever thrilled by them. All other hobbies however were completed in a century or two and most often before and thus seemed to lose their interest. Eventually, once she had learned just about every language in existence, her mind turned to other activities. Close combat being one of her favorite forms of combat was easily one of her most favored activities. She made it a worthwhile errand to travel the world learning the distinct and unique forms of hand to hand combat present in different nations. Such involvement meant she also got to rehearse and practice her use of languages and know even more of foreign cultures so the idea was naturally appealing to her.

She spent her life that way, enjoying her time, learning of new things, cultures and people. The only activity she did more and enjoyed even more was training, furthering her skills and pushing herself to the edge before releasing yet another limit and breaking it. Her progress was nearly limitless and so it continued to be. During the last few centuries, she purposely withdrew herself, making her presence nearly undetectable. With the world in grave turmoil once again, she was tired of the ever present feelings of anger, hate, and war. But she had enough. Recently, she had made her mind to come out of hiding. The nature of the world is ever changing. Conflict and war will likely never stop regardless of what some self-accredited beings think of themselves and their endeavors. Punishing herself into hiding was not wise. Thus, finally returning to the world as she should have, she rarely keeps herself hidden anymore. Her appearance still youthful and beautiful as ever, she has no quarrel being seen. The fate of the world lingers in the balance of the powers present, and she will do her best to protect the world from where she came. Very recently, she has met Gilgamesh with whom she has found a confident, a friend, and seemingly much more. Hearing firsthand from him the news of what has occurred during the last few hundred years, Emu is ready to side with him and take a stand for the world. With her powers at their peak and ever changing and evolving, she is bound to make a notable impact on this world of new as she did in the Kingdom of old.


Roleplay Sample:

Social

Should Crystal have worried? Perhaps. Instead, there was a large smile on Crystal's face. It had portions of anger though it could have been easily described as a sheer reflection of an ominous and sinister look. There was a clear and insidious agenda being prepared, and should the twerp continued acting as stupid as she had, the results would speak for themselves. Pushing with a certain degree of force, she witnessed the girl disappear to resurface above the wall. There was nothing truly special. She was the Captain of the 12th division and possessed a level of intellect that was nearly unmatched save for Captain Commander Tsubasa, and even he had commented on her analytically skills and her prowess making strategies and confusing the enemy. A random foolish child with a head like a pink duster and obnoxiously looking ears was surely not going to get the upper hand. Her attempts, annoying as they were, were laughable, at best. As soon as the push had the hand traveled through where her body had been, the palm of her hand was met with a very soft and spongy white polymer. Having reconfigured the cuffs into the soft pads before her, she had not quite intended to let the weird-looking midget get hurt aside from perhaps a certain degree of hyper-awareness from the events. However, daring to take such bold steps even after doing what she had done. The messy ears-and-duster looking child had managed to push some of her last buttons. And if she was upset and on the edge before, the last set of events had drawn her even farther into the fray. Like an individual witnessing a medical operation and looking at a large amount of blood, Crystal could not help but laugh. She didn't laugh out of the humor of the situation however. In a way, her anger was causing her to laugh. She planned to strangle the child and drown her on her blood...or something like that; she'd just have to make sure to enjoy every bit of it and save some of her organs. Even if her exterior showed someone as stupid as her actions made her out to be, her inner organs should still be of marginal benefit to her experiments. She might actually be of some use.

With Kyu's hand on her wrist, she merely shook her hand to get him off of her. She wasn't upset at him. She truly wasn't. But although she was most often calm and well spirited, she was one not to make upset. Looking momentarily back to him, she had a clear look of anger. In a way, she wanted to say sorry to him for doing that, but in her current situation, a look of raw anger, though not directed at him, was the best he would get...at least the current time. Breathing heavily she locked eyes while he spoke. Though her mind was racing with thoughts on how best to enjoy silencing the life out of the child and harvesting her organs, she was nevertheless listening to his words. Breathing heavily still there was the slightest sense that she had calmed down some but the change had been so subtle one could have just easily said there had been no clear and positive change. Though she saw his point she didn't quite agree with everything. Ted's current status mattered little. It was not the exterior or Ted himself she cared for, but instead the idea of Ted and what he represented. And she could care less if the girl knew or not what she was doing. The damage she made was great and it was only befitting she paid for what she did. Hurting the girl was just a recent thought, for if she had merely gone with their requests she would have been unharmed. Even the tough push from Crystal was going to be softened by her material to assure the child's protection...but now, no more. Instead of responding to him she merely narrowed her eyes as her lips scrounged up in a peculiar yet anger-filled expression. Though the expression might have been foreign to everyone else, Kyu was just about the only person who could read her expression because of the connection they had. Though no real words had been spoken, the expression was one which portrayed acknowledgement for his words but which also did not fully agree with all of his comments. There was no need for words as it should have been clear to him which points she agreed with and which she just didn't give a dam about. Making her hands into tight fists, she closed her eyes for a couple seconds trying to ignore the sheer stupidity of the little girl above. Heck, the blasts she blabbed so much about were truly nothing. It would take nothing more than retrieving one of her latest creations to render the attack useless and what's more, hit her with it. Her arsenal allowed her to deal with twerps like her who needed a strong harsh beating to understand their antics did not fly with other people, and their spoiled nature would get them killed. Heck, if Kyu had not been there, the dumb pink duster would have long been dead in a pool of her dam blood. Nevertheless, thinking a couple of times of her status, it was not right for a Captain to get involved with scum like that. Exhaling once she walked a couple steps as the tip of he left index finger grazed past Kyu's shoulder before his partial transformation took place.

It was not the first time she witnessed it. It was imposing by its own regard. Perhaps because of her current mood and her largely oblivious behavior to most of the situation and the safety of the girl, she did not care what happened to girl, so long as it went their way. Speaking in Kyu's direction she said in a very firm and serious tone of voice unlike any way she had spoken to him before, "Kyu." There was no hate or anger directed at him. Her tone of voice merely reflected someone who spoke from the heart and with utmost seriousness, and definitely not be tested or taken lightly. "I care very little for her. Fact stands. She broke into Seireitei, and whether or not she has permission to be here, she destroyed vital 12th Squad equipment necessary for the Gotei 13. I don't need apologies. I need actions. She has but a few seconds to get her act straight, drop her weapons, and come with us to be assigned a task as a punishment. Otherwise, she will face the consequences." Fixing her glove, she placed a strand of her hair behind her ear. Retrieving her very small sealed Zanpakutō she merely inspected as if checking how sharp it was. letting the tip and the sharp edge of the Zanpakutō graze gently underneath her left glove she spoke, "You have but a short amount of time to take care of the situation Kyu. If you can't do it, I'll step in."


Combat

Surging through the air at those speeds it was obvious he was having a challenging time keeping his eyes on her, or at least he should have. The bakudos, nearly instant-fast as they were had successfully hit. The six rods had hit hard, slamming his midsection into place and momentarily rendering him immobile. At the same time, the extremely strong rope had risen from underneath him tying his upper body with incredible power. As it was obvious, he had made an attempt to get at her to stop her advances and likely wound her in the process. Though what looked like a blade had been created from the bubbles to be by the side of her leg, Aiko would quickly move past it. It was not really a factor, to be fair. Even if the weapon-constructed bubble were to trail her on Iriko's command, the conglomeration of a bala speed spring up movement of her hair plus her flash steps were just way to be much to be matched in terms of speed by techniques of that nature.

Still, there were bubbles in between her path and his location, but given her plan, it made little difference whether there were truly any or not. All around, the temperature continued to increase exponentially. If one were to take a sample and compare, the temperature that had been exhibited minutes earlier was nothing compared to what was being felt in the battlefield at the moment. like night and day, the temperature had risen by nearly immeasurable amounts, and it seemed to be increasing by the second. Given the insane speed at which she had traveled thanks to her hair and her flash steps the extremely fast words she had spoken, or better yet, made out, were just impossible for Iriko to decipher. Perhaps if she had been still or actually spoken normally he would have, but not on this case. It was a specialty she had build on from the teachings of Hachigen and Tessai, and given the speed, deciphering what she had said would not be possible until it was too late. Also, the shining sunlight above her would have nearly blinded or obscured his sight. Even if he had a general idea of her location, knowing where she was just not plausible since she traveled so fast. Not only was the sunlight shinning hard on him and goldening part of her hair from the rays of sun, but the extreme levels of temperature and his unnatural amounts of sweat must have likely gotten into his eyes and made his sight that much harder to attain.

Spread as her hair was, she would appear close to him given her insane speed. Her hair, arriving before her, would do so in the form of a myriad of strands. Strong, sturdy, and powerful as they were they would have easily pierced through most bubbles in their way with their tips. Though Iriko could create an incredibly large amount of bubbles, it was also truth that an individual had a near-limitless amount of hair follicles, and given Aiko's abilities, simple numbers just did not matter. With that, a seemingly very powerful Kidō shot out from Iriko's location in a massive roar to attempt to impale and damage Aiko. However, to think that she had gone so close to Iriko without a plan was a foolish assumption in it of itself. As the Kidō got in distance to hit her, a light green hexagonal barrier appeared and sucked in the Kidō gathering all the energy in one area, momentarily absorbing it, and forcing the attack outward and away from the shield-like barrier, possibly even hitting Iriko for the Kidō's intended damage before caving into itself.

She hadn't wasted a second, as she never even waiting for the attack to be sent elsewhere or getting closer to him. From the time she was propelled by the hair and her flash steps, numerous strands of her had motioned forward impaling with their tips his bubbles and laying just above her and even surpassing her intended position. Golden still, Iriko would likely notice too late that it was not the sun which produced the golden hue. It was just not plausible to notice earlier. It was something Aiko was used to doing. She had practiced this kind of techniques before. She never left the area from which the sun shined so the color was naturally the same all the way through and justified. The words she had spoken up there had no meaning to Iriko as deciphering their meaning was just not possible at that time. Still, hair before hair, her body made no ulterior motions. What would befall would be strange, even for someone as strange as Iriko. Specially since he was well versed with Hadō. From the tips of her hair, a massively and catastrophically devastating golden energy shot down onto Iriko. Given their close proximity and her speed and surprise-factor of her intent, it would be silly to assume that it could be dodged. Having being fired earlier than he could start his eventual phase into his shikai, the powerful Kidō would slam into him with devastating force, crackling and destroying the ground beneath them and wounding the Captain beyond normal recognition. Raikoho was an extremely devastating Kidō and it would have definitely affected him greatly. Even if his eventual shikai provided some form of healing, the damage would have been evident and likely lasting and the pain remembered. What's more, at the same time, massively powerful amounts of hair would shoot up from the ground beneath Iriko. Her hair earlier, the one that had aided her spring was just a rouse. Though the added speed helped, it wasn't the main point. The hair had traveled during that time unnoticed, tunneling underground given its sharp qualities and upon exiting into the surface they would wrap onto his lower body in conjunction with her bakudos. The tips of her hair would become sharp and shaped like fish hooks so that, should they be removed by her or his attacks they would rip and tear the flesh and muscle tissue off creating even more damage. Thus, the hair held in him place making the damage from her Kidō even more devastating.

Though her hair itself would be equally damaged. She cared very little. She could easily sever it and regrow it. Then, finally having hear his shikai transformation, she caught a few glimpses of his new form. Though it was indeed a form she was not used to and definitely caused some strange and undefinable feelings within her, it was best to move back at least until she had figured out what to do. By then, her blast would have already done its thing and caused what it shalt to his body in conjunction to her bakudos and her hair. The eventual decimation of her bakudos meant nothing as Iriko's body was likely wounded to a point of near-no return. By then, she had also purposely re-shorten her hair to avoid any damage. Thus, turning on her heels and regrowing her hair into a very sturdy material coiling around her, she sped off. However, in due time, a very peculiar action had been taken. Very dark bubbles had been made by her opponent. They became boxes, full of power a bubbles seemed to flow into them readying some extremely strong attack. Grinning as she kept speeding away, another single light green hexagonal barrier-like shield appeared near one of it and absorbed the power of the black boxes and the entirety of the bubbles flowing into it before redirecting the energy away as it caved down into itself and nonexistence.

It was simple, really. Aiko was a very unorthodox combatant. Most of the things she did never made sense. Figuring her out was hard. However, figuring her out, if done so, was even more dangerous. Her abilities and personality made it so that the normal was normal and abnormal and the strange was normal and strange. Nothing ever made sense, and if it did, soon it would not, and there was no telling when the prior would have held true again. Though known likely only to herself, her temperature control was an ability that did not require her limbs. Sure, she could definitely make the process even faster by physically touching an object but she had no need of it to let her ability take effect. The earlier actions towards the start of the battle where she had spread her arms outwards with hands supinated had a meaning. There was a very particular kind of bakudo she enjoyed, and she had used for that very reason. It helped a lot that the bakudo was invisible until it was used, but nevertheless, the battle continued.

There, in that form he had acquired, Aiko looked at him. There were no more of his attacks lingering around as there was likely none of hers either. The space between them largely clear of anything but their eyesight connected to one another, she held a firm expression, not daring smile. It was true, his appearance was far from what she would consider hot. Nevertheless, she did not think less of him. He was a Captain and likely, her friend. "Wait.." she said rather softly. Walking towards him slowly, hand still down, she had an expressionless look on her face. Granted he could attack her at this time if she so wished for she would truly be hit. She had no plan on dodging or evading as she was putting a momentary pause to the battle. His looks were indeed...far off. It was initially hard containing the odd feeling, but she had managed. She cared for him, as she did for many. Coming into his personal space, she would close her eyes and wrap her arms around him. Even as slime dirtied her arms and her outfit, and maybe even her face, she did not seem to care. Nestling her head against his, she said, "I don't care, you are important to me." She made no mention specifically as to what she was talking about but she didn't need to and didn't want to. It was not strange that her already high riding top would have shifted some so that her large breasts accidentally brushed up against the man's body as her mini skirt showed more than many would have intended, but those things were beyond her interest, at least completely, at the moment. Upon his acceptance of the hug she would look at him, close as they were and smile. The battle would resume in a bit no doubt, but this was needed. The anger she had bottled up inside was definitely not gone and it would show up eventually once more. However, for the time being, the momentary peace of this embrace was necessary. She was happy. She was.

Love and Deep Emotions: Pamela is wildly known for her very clear and public shows of affection. It is not rare for her to come up behind a friend or someone she is fond of, and sometimes out of a surprise, hug the from behind or mess up their hair. It is not clear to her whether she is able to make friends and relationships with ease or not. Though her outer behavior would lend itself to say so, her mildly conflicting inner emotions do leave her with doubt at times. Nevertheless, she easily and quite often makes display of her emotions.

Critic and Bad Habits: She's very critical of those who do not follow the rules and is quite to admonish those with outlandish behavior. She makes emphasis on those who slack during their duties and who drink or over socialize during the times when they should be working. She is not one that should be complaining much however, and she knows it. She makes a point not to criticize anyone who makes certain changes to their clothing but that is specifically because she doesn't follow the rules when it comes to proper clothing. She is not so harsh a critic to be confused with an old woman however.

Calm and Kind Outer Nature & Opposites Within: It is very difficult to make Pamela look flustered and nervous, at least on the exterior. Her eyes always reflect the look of someone who either has seen it or all, or at the very least, expects it all. She takes nearly all situations regardless of severity with the same calm and laid back demeanor. Whether she is in a hurry to finish her work or delivering news of great sadness about the death of a comrade, her calm nature can sometimes be either soothing or infuriating to some. The same is not true inside though. For the most part, Pamela worries rather easily.  Nearly everything seems to set her nervousness off. Being somewhat late on an assignment, delivering sad news of fallen comrades, and facing up to situations that would likely depress her seem to trigger it. Though her outer behavior and mannerisms are those of someone seemingly unshaken by anything, her inner emotions reflect that of a woman who is afraid to act because of the likely ramifications. Her inner fear is quite limited however. it is limited to simple decisions that may become troublesome but have no power over the things that truly matter. If battle was at hand however, nervousness would go out the window. In a way, she doesn't take herself too seriously for the most part, in what it pertains to her inner emotions but serious enough situations bring out the mature and assertive adult in her.

Cheerful: It is quite common to see Pamela smiling. In fact, some have even said it is difficult to discern many of her emotions as both her happiness and upset moments are veiled by laughter and smiles which makes the line between them quite sketchy. Though on her own time, she barely smiles, whenever she is out and about, most of her words and responses to others involve some form of smile with the occasional giggles after it. Everyday is kind of a blessing, and though she may chose to mask the occasional sadness with smiles, she finds it quite easy to perform the latter, and everyone seems to enjoy the smiles she gives out.

Sassy and Sarcastic: Though for the most part Pamela is quite kind, she can react in very unexpected ways when pushed. If made to anger or become frustrated with something or someone, she is known to respond or continue on the conversation with rather sassy and sarcastic remarks. Her word choice and tone of voice most often do not entail any secretly or otherwise outwardly shown evil aside from the snarky, almost comical way she behaves. Her rare use of mildly foul language and attempts to use her sarcasm and sassy attitude on others is save for the rare few who upset her beyond belief and thus force on her a behavior she would otherwise not display. In some occasions she has been seen speaking to some of the men she supervises on the division, asking them nicely to perform a certain task expected of them. Though the majority display an innate discipline expected of them, some of the more lazy ones do drive her off the edge. After repeated attempts to get them to do whatever she expects them to do, her subtle and continuous smiles are replaced by a momentary smirk and a fairly strong whack to the back of their head as her tone of voice and word choice reflect the more frightening yet comical side of her. Should the individuals be convinced to do as hey should have from the very beginning, it is quite easy for Aiko to return her tone of voice and her expression to the cheerful state she had originally.

Stubborn: Pamela can be quite stubborn in most situations. When she was alone, she had the freedom to do as she pleased and go where she pleased though with certain subtle limitations. There, she was usually allowed to do as she pleased. Pamela had always been a model child and woman, so there was never any chance of her crossing the line or doing something uncalled for. However, as an adult, in the present, its difficult for her to understand and agree to situations and ideas with which she does not understand or agree with. Thus it is not rare to see Pamela give off peculiar looks when certain things are brought up. On most cases however, she will be quick and assertive to make a rebuttal even if her argument is not well supported. However, she is not stubborn to argue for the sake of arguing. For the most part, her beliefs stem out of ideas or concepts she is passionate about.