Post by Demyx on Apr 25, 2007 12:58:35 GMT -5
Name: Demyx
Alias: Melodious Nocturne
Age: approximated between 21 and 25.
Height: 5"10
Weight: 135lbs
Gender: Male
Alliance: Organization XIII
Weapon: Water element, controlled with sitar.
Bio: Demyx had no more idea of what had happened than other any other nobody- he, too, felt the darkness spit him out, to an unfamiliar city. There, he set off once more, struggling to come to terms with his amnesia and apparent emptiness. Despite being unsure of even his own name, origin or hometown, he remembered how to pick locks, how to draw a song from instruments- exactly what he did. Busking in the middle of nowhere, making the rain dance to the music he brought about himself, he was "retrieved" (read: kidnapped) by two dark-cloaked figures and brought to an even more daunting new fortress. Despite his obvious cowardice and reluctance, he remains loyal to the organization, merely for lack of other options.
Personality: Demyx lacks the killer instinct and power the other organization members seem to thrive off. Actually being a kind and gentle person by default nature seems a major disadvantage in an army of heartless warriors, so he retreats into himself- or his favourite option, to run away. Found an irritant by the other nobodies, Demyx still holds strong the belief of his own feelings. True heartlessness, he believes, would be feeling naught at all- which is not the case whatsoever. Blessed with a mild inferiority complex, possibly brought on by being surrounded by his betters, he is actually rather aggressive when angered.
Appearance:
Roleplay Sample: Honestly, he felt like screaming. Memories abolished, hometown apparently destroyed, lost, re-named and heart stolen. "You are my vessel", the dark-skinned man had told him. And then, after awarding him a jacket that weighed more than he did, sent Myd- Demyx off to his chambers. His room was a worry- a bleak and white cube with one lone window, wall occasionally patterned with the organization's bizarre insignia.It smelt of dust, setting his head reeling. The bathroom was only marginally better, still creepy, white and too clean. How could the others live like this?
Another worry. The other 8 members of this organization. Hopefully they'd be nicer than the skinny blond he had asked for directions to the Proof of Existence room. ("Who the devil..? Oh good lord superior, not another one! There are enough prattling fools...") Apparently, after he was "comfortable", he was to report to the laboratories to receive elemental training... Which shouldn't have sounded so terrifying, surely...
"Who was to know? Number nine, number nine..."
His voice shook. He doubted these Nobodies would look kindly upon a musician. He didn't even like the song much, but he would have preferred nails over a chalkboard to the heavy, settling silence. His own breath echoed from each wall to replay in his ears.
(taken from an old RP of mine, I hope that's cool.)
Alias: Melodious Nocturne
Age: approximated between 21 and 25.
Height: 5"10
Weight: 135lbs
Gender: Male
Alliance: Organization XIII
Weapon: Water element, controlled with sitar.
Bio: Demyx had no more idea of what had happened than other any other nobody- he, too, felt the darkness spit him out, to an unfamiliar city. There, he set off once more, struggling to come to terms with his amnesia and apparent emptiness. Despite being unsure of even his own name, origin or hometown, he remembered how to pick locks, how to draw a song from instruments- exactly what he did. Busking in the middle of nowhere, making the rain dance to the music he brought about himself, he was "retrieved" (read: kidnapped) by two dark-cloaked figures and brought to an even more daunting new fortress. Despite his obvious cowardice and reluctance, he remains loyal to the organization, merely for lack of other options.
Personality: Demyx lacks the killer instinct and power the other organization members seem to thrive off. Actually being a kind and gentle person by default nature seems a major disadvantage in an army of heartless warriors, so he retreats into himself- or his favourite option, to run away. Found an irritant by the other nobodies, Demyx still holds strong the belief of his own feelings. True heartlessness, he believes, would be feeling naught at all- which is not the case whatsoever. Blessed with a mild inferiority complex, possibly brought on by being surrounded by his betters, he is actually rather aggressive when angered.
Appearance:
Roleplay Sample: Honestly, he felt like screaming. Memories abolished, hometown apparently destroyed, lost, re-named and heart stolen. "You are my vessel", the dark-skinned man had told him. And then, after awarding him a jacket that weighed more than he did, sent Myd- Demyx off to his chambers. His room was a worry- a bleak and white cube with one lone window, wall occasionally patterned with the organization's bizarre insignia.It smelt of dust, setting his head reeling. The bathroom was only marginally better, still creepy, white and too clean. How could the others live like this?
Another worry. The other 8 members of this organization. Hopefully they'd be nicer than the skinny blond he had asked for directions to the Proof of Existence room. ("Who the devil..? Oh good lord superior, not another one! There are enough prattling fools...") Apparently, after he was "comfortable", he was to report to the laboratories to receive elemental training... Which shouldn't have sounded so terrifying, surely...
"Who was to know? Number nine, number nine..."
His voice shook. He doubted these Nobodies would look kindly upon a musician. He didn't even like the song much, but he would have preferred nails over a chalkboard to the heavy, settling silence. His own breath echoed from each wall to replay in his ears.
(taken from an old RP of mine, I hope that's cool.)
