Hueco Noches

/-/Male/-/Straight/-/Single/-/

=|He never asks for help when he knows surely that it is needed.|=

Hueco’s hair is long and white. It illuminates almost like the moon when it is at its fullest shaped circle. His eyes glint like the puffy white clouds across a vast blue sky. His skin is the color of golden sand that lies on the beach of the coast of some country, continent, and region. He wears drab-like clothing. A long sleeved white shirt, and tan colored pants with black shoes tied with dark gray laces.

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When the blast had struck. Many could say that it was disastrous. But I would say that it wasn’t really a pretty site, when the explosion had occurred I was nothing but merely fourteen years old. I was out to sea with my father when we heard this large sound. It clacked at the sky and off the coast we could see a giant neon light hovering over the regions. It engulfed the area and created a shockwave that blasted my father’s ship back and his men. As the ship managed to stand on top of the raging waters, in the sky we saw snake like figures circling us. The just circled and circled the ship as if they weren’t doing nothing, as if they couldn’t be seen, than as the silence commenced, the ships men looked up at the sky and then someone yelled “Guertha’s! Man the ship, get the weapons!” I looked up as they darted toward us. They were fast creatures and I had to defend myself. When they made it to the ship, the wrapped around a few men and crushed the life out of them, they even crushed the life that came out of them. The grotesque sound of cracking bones and blood bursting from a body brought me back to my sense as I looked for my father. Where could he have been? I went down to the basement area of the hip to see him sprawled across the floor. He was missing an arm and a leg, but he held that unique sword him and I had crafted two years ago. Out of instinct I ran to him and. He couldn’t speak nor breath, I held the his hand and took the sword, the moment his eyes looked passed me and grew wide I quickly turned around with the sword and slashed whatever it was he saw. It was a Guertha and it fell to the ground hard and squirmed about. When I looked back to my father he was dead, and I was officially orphaned. That blast caused all of this and for that I hate it. When I returned to the regions, something wasn’t right, the people were different. They had abilities and such that I haven’t seen before at all in this land. Some could change their physical appearance others used body parts to help them use their powers, it was like I had woken up in a freak show or some sort of h'ell. But I linked the blast to these people, and now I blame them for the chaos that had occurred on the seas. I do not like them for what they have done, for the smiles they wore upon their face not knowing of the most valuable life this world has lost. I have neither pity nor sympathy for them. I do not crave revenge or hold grudges, I do not despise them at all, I am through with anyone or anything that has to do with powers. For what I have come to know myself as, and what everyone else calls people like me, The reggs.