Name: Ciriaco Pendragon
Age at death: 19
Age in Hueco Mundo: 22
Personality: Ciriaco is very laid back. He tends to hold a smile that proves deceitful to others to mask his true intentions. He is very social and not very quick to anger, however he does take pleasure in killing senselessly. Ciriacao has a violent hatred for the happiness of others. Seeing somebody else happy and cheerful when he isn't sends him into a hateful and violent rage. He has no control over himself in situations such as these and usually attacks anything and everything around him. This is one of his greatest downfalls psychologically. However, when he isn't enraged he will gladly attack the psyche of his opponent to lure them in close so they fight on his terms rather than their own. When attacking the psyche of his opponents he holds nothing back and will use anything at his disposal. He pays attention to details when he is spying on someone or hiding. As many people reveal their secrets in solitude he listens when he can to use this as leverage against them should he need to in future situations. Ciriaco only remembers some of his past life. He has no recollection of some of the things he has done. However, he has a clear recollection of crucial points in his life such as his death and his childhood.
Physical Appearance: Ciriaco takes on the appearance of a death stalker scorpion. His body has a length of nine and a half inches from his head to his tail's beginning segment. His tail is another eight inches in length. From his head to the tip of the stinger on his tail he is seventeen and a half inches in length. He has two razor sharp pincers that act as hands for the scorpion hollow. The end of his tail is equipped with a razor sharp stinger. Ciriaco has six legs. Each leg is broken into two segments like other scorpions however each segment is about two inches long. He is large for a scorpion but small for a hollow. He can use this to his advantage by moving through areas that most other hollows could not get into. He can slip through many areas such as crawlspaces. He can use his legs to dig through loose materials such as sand and use it to his advantage in hiding from his enemies.
Biography:
Ciriaco was raised by his parents in a hostile situation. They relentlessly abused him from the age of five. At the age of eight he brutally murdered them for the abuse they had inflicted on him. A born killer, he stood over their decimated corpses and laughed at them as he believed them to be sent to hell. He walked from his home that day covered in the blood of his parents and began crying. These tears were nothing more than crocodile tears, but he used them to manipulate the people around him. His next door neighbor came running and grabbed the child. She took him into her home; thus he began his life anew. In time the woman grew curious of the situation. When she had decided to ask him what had happened to his parents, he told her that someone broke into their home and murdered them.
As the woman kept him close she eventually found the dark secret he concealed for many months. When she found out he knew what he must do. Ciriaco made sure to take a few things of value from his home before leaving that hell behind. Among the things he had taken, there was a golden ring that had belonged to his mother. He planted this evidence in the woman's jewelry drawer and framed her for the murder of his parents. She was sent to prison for two counts of murder. However. Ciriaco didn't stop with just sending her to prison. Before hand he murdered her children and framed their deaths on the woman as well. He was an eight year old child with a mind for violence and a thirst for blood. This was the beginning of his story and the start of his short life as a madman.
He went from orphanage to orphanage for years until the day he turned eighteen. He had framed hundreds of people along the way. He had also murdered hundreds. His past was covered in blood from beginning to end and he knew he would die a death worthy of himself. The murder tool had differed many times but each kill had been more gruesome than the last. He had murdered and lied his way through life building a small fortune along the way through stolen goods. He found each kill harder to get himself out of and found the challenge exciting. It had literally become a game to the man.
By the age of nineteen Ciriaco had made his last string of murders and his last framing. A ghost from his past came after him. Someone whom he had missed many years before. He had forgotten about the daughter of the woman who took him in directly after murdering his parents. She had lived with her father. She arrived shortly after he killed her siblings and framed her mother. She found the evidence she needed to prove who killed her family members. However she never went to the law with the information. She came after him directly. She hunted him for years and finally found him eleven years after the incident. That girl had not made her presence known until he finished framing his last victim. She tailed him to a bus stop. He had taken the money he accumulated over the years and was about to leave his country of origin for good. He would kill in different parts of the world now. She ended him before he could retaliate. She left him bleeding to death slowly as he awaited the arrival of a bus that would take him to the airport.
As he slipped off he realized nobody would come for him. In his final minutes he laughed hard and congratulated the girl. They went over quite a bit of his life after this. She wanted to know more about the man she had murdered. As he drifted into death she took the money he had saved and left behind the life of blood he had to offer. She had been nothing more than a common thief.
He awoke with a broken chain protruding from his chest. He looked back to see his lifeless body lying in a miserable, dirty little hovel on the disgusting ground of a bus stop in the middle of nowhere. He laughed as he saw himself sitting there so pathetically. He left his body and began to wander off. As time passed he somehow managed to evade both shinigami and hollows. He felt the chain of his soul deteriorating with each passing second. He knew that once this chain fully deteriorated something would happen to him. He kept going though. He had no regards for the future and would meet his maker soon.
As time had passed Ciriaco went through changes. He felt like everything had been slipping away now. His chain had finally deteriorated completely. He had lost consciousness after this point. Ciriaco awoke in Hueco Mundo feeling strange. He looked around and saw that he was in a vast ocean of pale desert sands coveted in moonlight. He laughed sadistically at the thought of this. He remembered some of his past and saw this to be a fitting world for him. A world coveted in darkness. He remembered about some of the many crimes he had committed and how he died. He remembered his death more clearly than anything, mainly because it was the most pleasurable memory he had. Now Ciriaco Pendragon would start his life as a hollow.
