Post by Roxas on May 2, 2007 0:15:06 GMT -5
Name: Roxas
Alias: The Key of Destiny (XIII)
Age: 15
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 118 lbs
Gender: Male
Alliance: Organization XIII
Keyblade name: Oblivion/Oathkeeper
Weapon: Can duel wield the Oblivion and Oathkeeper, but unless he’s in a bind, Roxas typically keeps to using the Oblivion Keyblade. He also has some powers of Light.
Bio: Created in the short time that the Key Bearer lost his heart, the blonde Nobody found himself lost in a strange town, with no memories, and no name. Pondering the meaning of his existence, he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Twilight Town, looking for something – anything – that might give him a clue as to who he was. When he wandered up to an old mansion, he found a strange man in a black hood. Despite his gut feeling that the man was not someone he should be associating with, the man that called himself Xemnas, offered him something that he did not have; answers, and a name.
Roxas then became the thirteenth member of the Organization. Being the youngest, he didn’t exactly fit in too well. However, he did find one member of the Organization that he became close to. Number VIII, Axel. Though he had made a friend, his questions still remained unanswered: who was he? Did he really have no feelings? And other question soon came to light: why could he wield the Keyblade? Fed up with having to wait for answers, the Nobody left the Organization to find out the answers on his own. It was shortly thereafter that he was abducted by Riku and taken to DiZ. He was then placed in a virtual version of Twilight Town and rejoined with his other half, Sora.
Much to his displeasure, the three that he had befriended in Twilight Town no longer remembered him, and his other half was just as ignorant of his existence. The only ones that remembered him were his fellow members of the Organization; yet Sora was just the same as all the other beings with hearts; he labeled the Nobodies as emotionless. Not to say that his other half was horrible…. He was just too quick to believe what he was told. After the Organization was destroyed, the only one left to remember him was Naminé. But even that didn’t last. Roxas awoke one day to find himself separated from Sora again and back in the World That Never Was, with the Organization. Their strange machine had called him back as well.
Personality: Roxas’ mood varies, depending on how he feels – or how he thinks he feels. Sometimes he can be cheerful, other times he can be downright gloomy. For the most part, he is relatively social; he does speak when spoken to. He appears calm most of the time, if not a little distant. He’s indifferent about most things, but can be extremely stubborn when he has his mind set on doing something. The blonde is a little dense at times, as well as being a little naïve about people’s intentions, but he tries hard to do what he thinks is right for the situation.
Appearance: Roxas has short, spiked blonde hair that curves in a particularly odd manor. His bangs hang down around his eyes, and the back of his hair is spiked up as well. Brilliantly blue eyes are framed by those bangs, with a healthy, peach skin complexion. Roxas is one of the shortest members of the Organization, since he is the youngest. He’s got a slightly skinny frame, but not thin enough to look flimsy. Within the Organization, Roxas wears the usual black, leathery cloak with the hood, long with boots and gloves to match, but outside of the group, he wears a white jacket with red lining, that has black boxes running around the chest and shoulders. A black, zippered shirt accompanies it, with grayish pants that cut off into tan above the knee. He also has a checkered wrist band on his left hand, along with a black and a white band to cover his first two fingers.
Picture: Crappy picture of Roxas in cloak
Other outfit
Other: Roxas likes sea salt ice-cream… a lot.
Roleplay Sample: Pushing himself slowly up, the first thing he noticed was how dark it was still. Clearly, it wasn’t even close to morning, but he was awake. Rubbing at one of his eyes, Roxas yawned. What time was it? He couldn’t even guess… it felt like he had only been asleep for a few hours at best. But he didn’t feel at all tired. He had enough energy to make him wonder if he hadn’t really been asleep for days on end, and was just now waking up in the middle of the night. Grabbing his pillow, Roxas wrapped his lithe arms around it, resting his chin on the top of it. The castle was cold, as usual; he didn’t ever remember a time when it felt warm and inviting, always it was cold and cheerless. Even more cheerless was the heart shaped moon right outside. That was where all of the hopes of the Organization rested, right above them, but seemingly impossible to reach. Like their lost hearts were taunting them.
Roxas closed his azure eyes halfway, face sinking deeper into the pillow he was holding. A soft sigh escaped him – it was too cold to move, but he wouldn’t be able to get any more sleep. Glancing almost lazily over to a wall, he thought he heard the distant rumble of thunder, and the soft trickling of rain. It might have just been his imagination though… Nobodies must have had good imaginations, if they could fake feelings. Roxas had never understood it. Why couldn’t something without a heart feel? Was the idea so alien? After all, if Nobodies didn’t remember what it was like to feel, then how would they know the difference between fake feelings and real feelings? The blonde pouted into the pillow at the thought – weren’t fake feelings just real feelings for Nobodies? Since they had no hearts, maybe Nobodies just felt in a different way than people did. How would anyone but a Nobody know? Still holding onto the pillow, Roxas let himself fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. He was not. The very world they were in was not. Axel was not, as well as Xemnas and Demyx. They were all not.
Alias: The Key of Destiny (XIII)
Age: 15
Height: 5’4’’
Weight: 118 lbs
Gender: Male
Alliance: Organization XIII
Keyblade name: Oblivion/Oathkeeper
Weapon: Can duel wield the Oblivion and Oathkeeper, but unless he’s in a bind, Roxas typically keeps to using the Oblivion Keyblade. He also has some powers of Light.
Bio: Created in the short time that the Key Bearer lost his heart, the blonde Nobody found himself lost in a strange town, with no memories, and no name. Pondering the meaning of his existence, he wandered aimlessly through the streets of Twilight Town, looking for something – anything – that might give him a clue as to who he was. When he wandered up to an old mansion, he found a strange man in a black hood. Despite his gut feeling that the man was not someone he should be associating with, the man that called himself Xemnas, offered him something that he did not have; answers, and a name.
Roxas then became the thirteenth member of the Organization. Being the youngest, he didn’t exactly fit in too well. However, he did find one member of the Organization that he became close to. Number VIII, Axel. Though he had made a friend, his questions still remained unanswered: who was he? Did he really have no feelings? And other question soon came to light: why could he wield the Keyblade? Fed up with having to wait for answers, the Nobody left the Organization to find out the answers on his own. It was shortly thereafter that he was abducted by Riku and taken to DiZ. He was then placed in a virtual version of Twilight Town and rejoined with his other half, Sora.
Much to his displeasure, the three that he had befriended in Twilight Town no longer remembered him, and his other half was just as ignorant of his existence. The only ones that remembered him were his fellow members of the Organization; yet Sora was just the same as all the other beings with hearts; he labeled the Nobodies as emotionless. Not to say that his other half was horrible…. He was just too quick to believe what he was told. After the Organization was destroyed, the only one left to remember him was Naminé. But even that didn’t last. Roxas awoke one day to find himself separated from Sora again and back in the World That Never Was, with the Organization. Their strange machine had called him back as well.
Personality: Roxas’ mood varies, depending on how he feels – or how he thinks he feels. Sometimes he can be cheerful, other times he can be downright gloomy. For the most part, he is relatively social; he does speak when spoken to. He appears calm most of the time, if not a little distant. He’s indifferent about most things, but can be extremely stubborn when he has his mind set on doing something. The blonde is a little dense at times, as well as being a little naïve about people’s intentions, but he tries hard to do what he thinks is right for the situation.
Appearance: Roxas has short, spiked blonde hair that curves in a particularly odd manor. His bangs hang down around his eyes, and the back of his hair is spiked up as well. Brilliantly blue eyes are framed by those bangs, with a healthy, peach skin complexion. Roxas is one of the shortest members of the Organization, since he is the youngest. He’s got a slightly skinny frame, but not thin enough to look flimsy. Within the Organization, Roxas wears the usual black, leathery cloak with the hood, long with boots and gloves to match, but outside of the group, he wears a white jacket with red lining, that has black boxes running around the chest and shoulders. A black, zippered shirt accompanies it, with grayish pants that cut off into tan above the knee. He also has a checkered wrist band on his left hand, along with a black and a white band to cover his first two fingers.
Picture: Crappy picture of Roxas in cloak
Other outfit
Other: Roxas likes sea salt ice-cream… a lot.
Roleplay Sample: Pushing himself slowly up, the first thing he noticed was how dark it was still. Clearly, it wasn’t even close to morning, but he was awake. Rubbing at one of his eyes, Roxas yawned. What time was it? He couldn’t even guess… it felt like he had only been asleep for a few hours at best. But he didn’t feel at all tired. He had enough energy to make him wonder if he hadn’t really been asleep for days on end, and was just now waking up in the middle of the night. Grabbing his pillow, Roxas wrapped his lithe arms around it, resting his chin on the top of it. The castle was cold, as usual; he didn’t ever remember a time when it felt warm and inviting, always it was cold and cheerless. Even more cheerless was the heart shaped moon right outside. That was where all of the hopes of the Organization rested, right above them, but seemingly impossible to reach. Like their lost hearts were taunting them.
Roxas closed his azure eyes halfway, face sinking deeper into the pillow he was holding. A soft sigh escaped him – it was too cold to move, but he wouldn’t be able to get any more sleep. Glancing almost lazily over to a wall, he thought he heard the distant rumble of thunder, and the soft trickling of rain. It might have just been his imagination though… Nobodies must have had good imaginations, if they could fake feelings. Roxas had never understood it. Why couldn’t something without a heart feel? Was the idea so alien? After all, if Nobodies didn’t remember what it was like to feel, then how would they know the difference between fake feelings and real feelings? The blonde pouted into the pillow at the thought – weren’t fake feelings just real feelings for Nobodies? Since they had no hearts, maybe Nobodies just felt in a different way than people did. How would anyone but a Nobody know? Still holding onto the pillow, Roxas let himself fall back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. He was not. The very world they were in was not. Axel was not, as well as Xemnas and Demyx. They were all not.