Armonia, The Unbreachable castle [Espada]

A defender of the weak is not weak, is not disloyal, does not require much schooling, and above all: It cannot be a girl. A woman is supposed to be an example of weakness, what a hero is supposed to protect. So when Armonia was born, with her mother dying during childbirth, her father was thrust into despair. His only chance to gain a knight and he had gotten a girl, with that girl having gotten rid of any hope of getting a son. She wasn't  even given a name at first, her father only keeping her around as the last reminder of his last-wife. A disappointment without even a name, she worked the fields from the age of 6 in order to pay for both her father and herself's continued preservation of life. This young girl finally got the courage to give herself a name as she continued working through the fields, as if forcing herself to believe her father cared about her. The name she chose was Abigail, pride of her father.

Abigail's father however, continued to see her as the one thing preventing him from achieving true happiness, knowing it to be a sin to kill himself and meet his wife in heaven. So he waited, and waited for a chance to kill his daughter without retribution from god, however erroneous his logic was in the end it was dangerous for Abigail. Eventually though, a holy knight of the church was calling for all of the young boys of the village to join on a holy crusade. A crusade that would claim a patch of land for the church in the name of god, eager to join her father asked if they were accepting men, but he was declined. Only boys were allowed, as their innocence was said to protect them from the pain of steel when used by an evil being. Her father, scheming went home and cut all of her hair off, dressing her in mens clothes and told her that if Abi ever wanted to be something to her father, to go off on tis holy crusade as a man, not as a girl. She accepted his proposition and left that very day, wanting to prove herself in the eyes of her father.

So they went, the army of children that was thought to have protection from god himself against the enemy on this holy crusade. They weren't given any training officially, so had to practice among themselves so they'd be able to fight effectively. Abigail was one of the most resilient despite being a female, having become entranced by the image of a knight and given the chance to become one by the priest and one of the knights who still believed she was a boy. She fought day on and day on during their trek towards the enemy capital, and gradually grew to the level a regular squire would be expected to be at. Which was to say, novice level. It was still a notch above most of the other boys in the army, who had decided fooling around and joking were better things, believing they wouldn't be hurt due to their divine protection offered by god. It was then the fateful day happened, that Abagail's trait of vigilance truly showed herself.

Waiting outside of the enemy castle, the army waited and waited, as if expecting them to come out. For three days, the army of children became more and more hungry, more and more restless. But despite being only 12 years of age, Abigail stood her ground and ignored the hunger. Finally, the lord of the castle had made the painful choice to remove the army of children at their walls so they could go and get supplies. His own forces were sent out, much smaller then the army of children, but they had something Abigail's group didnt: Experience. They had been expecting divine protection due to their innocent souls, but this turned out to be false. They were slaughtered, the battle lasting a total of twelve hours in which Abigail fought more fiercely then anyone would expect from such a young child. Despite the odds, Abigail fought and fought and fought, and when she nearly fell down to her knees she requested an arm be tied to a nearby tree so that she wouldn't be able to fall down even in death. Abigail lasted until the end, dying of grievous wounds and looking at the corpses of children her own age, and even younger everywhere. She sworn that she'd prove herself to her father, and she had, still standing due to her arm being tied to that tree. She died of bloodloss, but still stood. A smile plastered onto her face.

Her life as a spirit was a simple and short one, still bound to the world by her lingering vigilance and desire to protect the battlefield where each of her comrades had faced death due to a protection offered from a false god. Abigail held no anger however, it simply gave her much time to think. The despair she saw every day at the farm, from her father's sadness at losing his wife, to the simple depression offered by not getting your bread for the day, to the despair faced by the hundreds of children slaughtered, her included in that group. Abigail watched as others who held lingering regrets slowly turned into monsters as their negative aspects finally grew to the apex. Abigail promised to herself that she would never fall into the depths of such despair, to become such a monster. She was of course, mistaken completely in this regard. After running from a hollow that wished to maim her, she was ambushed by a pack of stronger ones, a menos gillian. For what reason is was there, she had little idea. But it devoured her, and then returned to the hollow world. She'd never get the chance to become a regular hollow as a result. But that was precisely part of the reason she became so special.

Abigail found herself being collapsed upon a heavy weight of screams, anger, despair and an overwhelming surge of consciousnesses which were not her own converging and coalescing into an unidentifiable mass of synonymous screams, constantly ringing out as if they were constantly being drug down against a chalk board like nails. For a normal person this maddening exercise would be nothing but a collection that melded with their own consciousness, driving them into madness along with them. But, Abigail was not simply any soul. Days passed, maybe years, maybe centuries. It was all relative inside of this body, time was distorted, corrupted and molested. She kept her mind separate from the rest of the collective the entire time, growing her strength mentally as she changed the same words over and over in her heard, a prayer to not her god, the one she had discarded after becoming  a spirit, but to herself. To continue living on even inside of the monster, she had no wish to die. Maybe she truly was as mad as the rest of the collective, because of her mantra that she repeated over and over. But maybe her own madness was unique enough to give her individuality. Her hand spread out, extended, or at least a feeling similar to that flooded through her body as a sense that was not explainable happened. The closest one could say to it would be if prickles were spreading across a body that was not her own, yet could still feel it. Her eyes opened for the first time in ages, and individuality through sheer vigilance and willpower was achieved. She was not a mindless Gillian, through perseverance she hadn't realize had been happening, her consciousness has been pushed up to the top of the brim, and slowly emerged through this Gillian. A mere stepping stone away from evolution. She faced one problem however, one that was around due to her not having spent a single day as a hollow, but instead as a victim that had managed to become the dominant personality in the Gillian. She had no idea how to fight.

This caused her great problems, as despite her intense strength as a menos that was on the border between Adjuchas and Gillian, she had little idea about what she was supposed to do. All she knew was that an intense feeling of hunger plagued her entire body, tugging on her soul and the countless souls that had meshed together to form up her body. However, unlike a regular Gillian she was fully self aware of herself due to being on the border, and allowed herself to succumb to her instincts, at least for a bit.  There was a nagging feeling in the back of her head, one that told her that she shouldn't give up so easily, she didn't know who it was from, maybe from herself...? It didn't matter. She succumbed to herself, letting those bestial instincts run wild in her body.

Following the best sources of spiritual energy she could find, there was something that Abigail accidentally fell into, a feeding ground for Menos. A wretched hive that countless gillians cannibalized each other. So they fed and fed while she was trapped between them all, and without much else to go for, began to gorge herself on this feast before the monster. The other gillians tried and tried, but couldn't breach the defense she seemed to have built into her body, like a hierro despite being a gillian. Through the constant gorging, she began to find herself again. Until, collapse happened once more. Unlike the first one, it was alot more like she was swallowing a constant amount of vomit that was flowing into her mouth. But she had the rather acute feeling that what she was devouring was herself from the eclipse of having come so far into her evolution, far beyond the norms of the Gillians. Then suddenly, just as quickly, awareness. Silence as the last of the Gillians in the pit devoured each other. She was alone, not even the slight screeching of souls bothered her anymore, complete and utter silence. She had forced dominance on each of them by succumbing to her base instincts, but when her eyes had opened they were brimming with awareness far unlike anything she had felt before in the last few centuries.

She stalked the world, not as a hunter but as a guardian of weaker hollows. Her instincts of protection having kicked in and overridden her need to hunt and feed and kill, when she did eat and kill it was only strong opponents rather then weak ones like many other adjuchas fed on to sate their hunger. Abstinence was her trigger to get stronger, and due to her nearly unbreakable defense had become known as an enemy to both quincy and shinigami alike, being unable to damage her unless they called in people at least up to 6th seat. But rarely did she take a shinigami out, having taken a liking to them not unlike one would feel, seeing that they were guardians just like she herself was. As she was a defender for the weak hollows, they were defenders for the weak souls. But much more numerous were her cannibalistic brethren, having to constantly be on guard in order to properly defend them from being eaten by even more ravenous creatures. She fed and fed on those that would eat the weak, and did this until the day she met -it- a creature unlike any she had met before. It was like a hollow, but had near the same shape as a human. There was never mistaking that reiatsu however, which flowed out from its every pore. Threatening to send Abigail spiraling down onto her knees. Thus ensued the fight that turned Abigail into what she was today. Herself, a simple Adjuchas, facing down a Vaste Lorde.

The scene was simple, as usual she had been trying her best to protect the weak hollows from the stronger ones, but had never before met such a creature before and not encountered such strength except from a LT of the gotei 13, although this beast exceeded even that, perhaps captain level. The only reason she was able to last as long as she was being her sheer refusal to give up, it was as if a long forgotten piece of her had come up once more, and thus, even after she was beaten into the ground, again, and again and again. Even when she had failed in protecting the weak hollow, she got up again, when her arm was lost, her eye shattered. Her sheer refusal outlasted the Vaste Lorde's own stamina, and she devoured him. Her tiredness was replaced by a sudden infusion of energy. Compression, power unlike any other flooded her being. She stamped the vaste lorde's souls down like everything else, and was now so far above her old level that it was almost conceited. She could protect everything now, except those shinigami. So she'd remain in Hueco Mundo until then.

Only a few days after such an event had transpired, she felt a surge of power. Not one that filled her body up, but rather one that threatened to crush her entire self. It only became apparent what had happened in the next few moments as a growl filled her head, coming from within her own body. The Vaste Lorde hadn't been defeated by her, it had allowed itself to be absorbed so that it could sprout from her body and absorb the power of this adjuchas and gain the power of diamond dust in addition to the many other abilities it[The Vaste Lorde] had. But she fought against it, Abi fought and fought within her, sending surge after surge of spiritual energy out that even threatened to kill nearby hollows as they were driven to the ground, being crushed under the dual spiritual energies being released as the two of them fought. The battle continued for over a week, as it happened and turned the surrounding outcropping of rocks they had been into sand. But, through the battle's she had found that any physical damage she took her invader took as well, and gripped her mask. If she was to die then she'd kill this beast as well. Finding the removal of her mask to be much more difficult then she had anticipated, as if she was trying to remove  great stone the hollow pushed and pushed, until the mask left her face. A great surge of power destroying the surrounding hollows and the invader within her body. And there, where a great beast stood, was now a woman.

As an arrancar, she named herself Armonia because of the goal she had set inside of her mind. Armonia being the spanish word for Harmony. She wished to bring harmony to all of the world's, even if it meant the eradication of all other races. Ascension to arrancar had provided her with the intelligence necessary to realize how truly corrupt this world was. The shinigami were nothing but jokes, the quincy bringers of destruction to balance, and the arrancar and hollows beasts even now. But eradication of all three meant that balance could continue to be had and a true utopia after death to be possible. So, she set off on a travel through Hueco Mundo to allow her to find a way to do just that.

Across her travels, she met many different people, including Arrancar just like her. All fell agianst her in battle due to the power she possessed. Not to say she killed them, but the ongoing war through Hueco Mundo meant that going lightly on anyone would be a mistake, especially considering she was attacked mainly -because- of the spiritual pressure she leaked out. So she fought, learning how to use her Arrancar abilities in the process and becoming more and more adept with them. She was no longer limited to just smashing them with her teeth and ripping into them, her affinity for defense combined with her new offensive power had turned her into a force of natural destruction.

The constant battling had given her an idea, why not give her race a purpose...? Rather than aimless fighting would it not be better to give them a purpose? They were beasts of fighting by nature, if she gave them organization, then maybe she could bring structure to Hueco Mundo itself. It was a slow movement at first, finding the strongest of all arrancar besides herself. Eventually, she managed to find one however, and the ranks grew and grew, until evolving into what they were today, with even a castle to call their own. She had brought order to Hueco Mundo, a fragile one, but at least order existed on some level. All that remained now was for her to finish her own mission for the realms, even if it meant not telling those she had given purpose to.