[Spirit Class 7 | Hazard E] Anis Kabal

» Name: Anis Kabal
» Alias:
» Age: 31
» Gender: Female

» Association: Vandenreich

» Appearance Written: A smallish woman, at five foot four, with chest-based assets to match her size, and gorgeous emerald eyes, Anis is certainly a striking figure. She also has long blond hair, reaching the base of her spine in length, and is all-around rather an attractive woman.

Her physique is average, which nobody would take note of unless they knew what she looked like beforehand, at which point she looks really good. Considering…


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» Personality:


Anis, is Kintsugi. A broken doll, glued back together with gold, so the scars glimmer in the light. After a lot of work put in by the Vandenreich and herself, she finds some purchase and stability in her life for the first time in, forever. Though, this also means she lacks much of a personality. She needs to find what the world is for her, outside of Sofia and all the pain and heartbreak that implies.

She’s got a solid determination to find out, however, and doesn’t want to be held back any longer. Reactive, and not immune to having her wounds poked, she is still the best possible self she can be, given the circumstances.



» History:

The Kabal Family was one of high stature. Pureblooded Quncy, with a strong standing, and a great linage, they were well positioned, even in the ailing world of the modern Quincy. And so, when their daughter Anis came, she wanted for nothing. Fine dresses, exquisite food, and excellent bedding were hers from the moment she came into this world. And that, was even before the elders discovered her potential, for the pride of the Kabal was to give all they had to the members of their family.

Once Anis' potency was discovered, however, the world changed. She was powerful, at such a young age when there was so much room to improve, and that made her one hell of an asset. The Kabal family could not only use her to gain a much higher standing in the world - they were pretty self-serving in that respect - but also to gain a great leader, who’s might and learned nature would bring about the resuscitation of the Quincy. So they set about turning her into a learned woman, teaching her everything there was to know about being a Quincy.

Alongside the learning, she was introduced to other Quincy her own age, so she could mingle with her subjects-to-be and learn what it meant to be a leader before ascending to the throne. Not the best idea, since children were petty and vindictive at the best of times. But for one to be told she was objectively superior to all others, lead to a great deal of pride. And of overwhelming haughtiness. All who interacted with her were treated as they were ‘meant’ to be.Key amongst these people that she knew, was a young girl called Sofia Montero. They did not get along, Anis was an outright young bitch, treating Sofia as she was 'meant' to be treated, a lower woman fit to be Anis' aid and that was it. They had a rather abusive friendship between them, as Sofia felt she was the best Quincy around, being called a Prodigy from the time she was able to understand what that meant.

The two eventually came to blows, and this was the first time that Anis grasped her Blut Überwältigend. Along with her physically superior body, she beat Sofia black and blue and sent her sprawling, and then returned home victorious. Not that she knew it at the time, but such an action would leave a deep impact in Sofia, more so than the deep impact her fist made into the Quincy Prodigy’s face. This young unlocking of her Blut power was praised and raised expectations of her even further. Especially since she neglected to mention how difficult it was to reign in and turn off after ti had been put on.

Nothing lasts forever, though, and eventually the pressure became too much. To be imposed upon every day as the new leader to bring your race to an age of glory,was a difficult burden for a child to bare. And with every minor failure, she was scolded, with every day came more and more lessons and her temper grew sour from the amount of work forced upon her. Mock battles were ended savagely as she vented, and nobody told her off for that, as it was her right as ruler. Every ‘victory’ was just taken as proof she would be great, and more was added to her workload. Eventually she snapped and, in the dead of night, loaded a suitcase full of things, and stole away from the house.

With her pocket money, which was hardly inconsiderable given her family’s opulence, she managed to get quite far. Driven by her own views that she would make her way in the world, learn at the hands of some hermit that did not expect so much of her, and then come back and prove to them all that they didn’t need such constant pressure to make her who she was meant to be. But ultimately she was a child having a tantrum, as her suitcase disappeared one night, and her money eventually ran out. Entirely unsure what to do, she panicked and hung around the city she was in for a few weeks, her clothes slowly degrading without wash or repair, until she looked like a disheveled beggar.

When certain observers solidified that she was alone and nobody was coming for her, they acted. Knocked unconscious and thrown into a van, Anis was carted somewhere in the middle of nowhere. All that was evident was that it was a very hot place, that got cold at night, and was filled with merciless human traffickers. When Anis awoke, she was dressed in a threadbare top and trousers, as if someone had sown it in an afternoon before going out to get drunk again. A dozen other faces looked at her, a large communal cell where they kept people of all ages and gender. What she was doing here became evident when men suddenly burst into the room, dragged Anis out of it, and threw her into a strange ring, with many masked eyes watching her. It happened quickly, and painfully, as a man opposite her rushed in like a maddened creature and beat her half to death with his bare fists.

The World flitted in and out after that, until she woke up, unsure how much time had past. Just that she was hungry, and cold, and hurt like she had never hurt before. The next few days were empty days, where the pain subsided so very slowly, and was still present when they came to drag her out again. Being more aware of what was going to happen, Anis was in a better mindset when they threw her into the pit, and the first thing that happened was the activation of her Blut Überwältigend in it’s Arterie mode. Such potent force allowed her to cripple him before he could cause too much damage. While she was young and underdeveloped, her natural potent energy on top of the Blut gave her enough to eventually beat the man to the ground, with disturbing effect. Deactivating her Blut was difficult, but after a few minutes of fighting with it, she managed to shut it down, so it would not add more stress to her body. Überwältigend was strong, but it really hurt her young body. After the fight was over, a few men came, took her back to the cell, fed her and then left. And it was here she found her knuckles swollen and fractured. The power her Arterie gave was more than her body could handle.

And that, was her life. Sit in the dark as years passed, as she grew and matured and her power got stronger and more out of control, with the smell of her own excrements and a dozen unwashed bodies, until she was dragged out to fight, where her body would break from the force. One day, she was filled with pain across her entire body, as her power did something to her. being ignorant of it's workings, she had no idea what it was, but it hurt. And it went on hurting, forever. There was never a moment's rest, just eventually getting used to the pain. Occasionally try to get into conversation with the others, but generally fail at that since they were not one for talking. Every fight saw the use of her Blut, and every use of her Blut saw it harder to reign in again, like an overeager dog growing stronger and more active. While she learned how to fight from the immersion of the pit, it was rough and crass, without much skill, and only designed to put a man down. Eventually, came a day, where she fought one of the other children here, beat them, and then found that she couldn’t turn her Blut off. Regardless of how much force she put into it, she could not grasp it and deactivate it. Shrieking and wailing in her cell, she eventually passed out from the strain of it, and awoke only with a kick to the ribs.

The next few fights were horrifying, as she needed her Blut to survive - these fights were not meant to be fair, they were meant to be designed for sick fucks to watch people nearly kill each other - but couldn’t deactivate it afterwards. So she would pass out from the strain after every fight. Eventually, her body adapted somewhat to this, becoming more resilient to the strain of the Blut, but still ending with unconsciousness in the end. The only difference being, the end was further away. One fight, was different, however. Maybe bored of watching her win time and again, they then dragged her out to face a large man, towering over her young-teen self, and with clearly drug-fueled madness in his eyes. She was left with a very quick decision to make. Either activate her Blut and be unable to control it, or die in a very gruesome fashion against this monster.

The answer was obvious, and so she hit her Blut, filling her body with everything she had, her mind screaming at the whole situation. The raging torrent of power, was not gentle on her psyche however. It seemed to have been chipping away with every use, and had finally caused her to snap. Control over herself drifted away, everything because like a dull dream to her, and she could only watch as a monster in her skin tore the man apart. Blood and viscera filling the arena before they could get down there to stop her. Nobody dared to try punish her for the murder of the man, for fear of ending up like him, and so she was free to pass out when the strain of her blunt overwhelmed her. But, as traumatic as it was for her, it seemed to have inspired

Over the last few weeks, her cell mates had been planning an escape. Gathering what they needed and making plans. With Anis’ display, they wanted her to lead them to victory. But Anis couldn’t. She was mentally broken, emotionally shattered, and just sat in the corner weeping for her mother, her father, and even Sofia. Anyone, at this point, to come help her out of this. So they went on without her, and left her in the cold and dark. Staring at her muck and blood caked hands, she sobbed hysterically. What had just happened to her in the arena, why did she have to leave her home, why did she have to be born at all? These thoughts swum in her head until the door was kicked open, and she was dragged out.

Thinking that there was another fight, Anis could only hope that she didn’t lose herself again. And, it was another fight, just not for her. Everyone in the shitstain of a building was gathered, people that Anis had never seen before, or even knew existed. They had been gathered, to watch the fight between a the young adult who had led the rebellion, and a pack of Hyena, maddened by disease. And that was not the whole of it. For hanging from the rafters, rope around their necks, were the others who had taken part on the rebellion. Their choked cries were echoed by the screams of agony as the pack ripped into the woman in the arena, ripping and clawing in a frenzy that lasted beyond the final death-throngs of the hanged rebels.

It eventually ended, and Anis could only stare. Why had she not joined in with them? Given her aid, she would have been able to do something about it. She could have used her Blut and torn them to pieces, but instead she just let them go off, and get killed. Get hung, and ripped apart by Hyena. At this point she almost begged the madness to come take over so she didn’t have to deal with what had just happened. But it did not. When they grabbed her to take her back to herself, something else happened. Something that had been dormant for years. Her Vollstandig. Gottes Herzschmerz. With its explosive power releasing the full might of her spiritual power, Anis turned the building they were in to rubble. And everyone who was in it, innocent or not, into corpses. Nothing survived. It was as if God’s broken heart had led him to wipe away the earth and start anew. Once the power had dissipated, Anis just stared at the destruction she had wrought, and wept. Now she was in the middle of nowhere with nobody to talk to.

Not yet content with destroying her, The World continued it’s torment as she was found by Sofia. None other than the very cause of all of this - or so she thought. The woman had plans, and over a short amount of time, made Anis completely reliant on her and the strange clone she had around. It was so easy to mold little Anis into exactly what Sofia wanted, and needed. And Anis, didn’t mind, because she was made not to mind.

Sofia trampled over the shattered remains of Anis’ psyche, and used her as a little plaything, ironically the inverse of what Anis thought Sofia was meant to be doing, back when she was young. This carried on, and carried on, until Sofia’s benefactors in Shadowfall lost the war, and Sofia lost her head. Thus, Anis was reclaimed, and went through the long and painful process of recovery.

The many issues made themselves apparent - Anis nearly dying after her rampant power was sealed and her skeleton began to disintegrate as a result - but the people of the Vandenreich were diligent, and didn’t just abandon one of their own. So with a lot of work put in towards her well-being, Anis would one day finally step out into the sun by herself. Capable of such a thing, now.



» Natural Abilities:

Mantle of Queens: Anis was born with incredible spiritual energy. Even before she started learning her Quincy art, the Spiritual Energy inside her was such that she would easily have the ability to take the leadership of the Vandenrich, and become a legendary character in the world.

That is, if she didn't run away from home, get cut off from anyone who could teach her to control it, and let it run rampant and unchecked for nearly two decades from her inability to do anything about it. These days, while it is powerful in the extreme, Anis has no hope of ever learning to control and utilize it to it's full extent. She is forever blocked off from the higher echelons of Gebet, and it is too late for her to learn specialised Blut, having to make do with a crude facsimile of Arterie and Vene. While the Quincy powers she does have are going to be well fuelled, they will never be as good as they could have been.

The Art Of Punching Faces: While crass, crude, and without artistry, Anis has developed a sense of how to pummel a person into the ground, granting her considerable skill with her bare knuckles.

Strain Resistance: With the overuse of her Blut through the years, her body has come to be resilient to the strain that comes with intense physical exertion, allowing her to act and operate more recklessly than usual, for a longer period than most others of equal level.


» Racial Abilities:

Blut Überwältigend: A unique kind of Blut, Anis' Blut is exceedingly powerful, far surpassing Blut of others that are the same skill and power as she is. This stems from her absurd potency of internal energy, but is not without it's own issues. Due to Anis' lack of control, the Blut is hard to pull back or change once used. When she activates her Blut, she sincerely struggles with turning it off, and takes some time to drag it back into obedience. Thus, once Anis activates a Blut, it can not be turned off for 3 posts.




With everything that has gone on, Anis has no Spirit Weapon, though is looking forward to the day she gets one.




Gottes Herzschmerz, as it turns out, was not a true Vollstandig, but rather some spiritually-crafted trauma response that activated automatically. Now she has managed to get a bit of control, she can begin learning about her real Vollstandig.


» Equipment: Konrei Glove: A modified Sanrei Glove, these gloves are designed to reflect reishi back into Anis, allowing her a much easier time of controlling her powers, at the cost of a considerable reduction in potency. They are training wheels, so won’t be something she will be using forever. Just until she gets a grip on all this stuff…




General Skills
» Durability: Advanced
» Speed: Adept
» Strength: Advanced
» Martial Skill: Adept

Will Skills
» Willpower: Advanced
» Deduction: Beginner
» Focus: Adept

Quincy Skills
» Blut: Advanced
» Gebet: Untrained
» Kreuzen:/Untrained
» Steigen: Untrained


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