Post by demyx on Aug 13, 2007 0:51:19 GMT -5
Name: Daisuke
Alias: The Artistic Warrior
Age: seems 16
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 140 lbs
Gender: male
Alliance: Order (IX)
Keyblade name: Justice, Chaos
Weapon: His main weapon is Justice, which he uses with his right hand, and he utilizes Choas via his left. However, he only utilizes Chaos in dire situations.
(horribly drawn, will try to make a better version later)
Bio: Daisuke originally grew up in The Land of Dragons, where he was taught by some of the greatest military minds of the time. His father was very structured, and required that his son master the martial arts, something he did splendidly. However, this was not the calling he wished for. In truth, he hated fighting, and much preferred painting, music, dance, and writing. When his world was swallowed by heartless, he found himself in Traverse Town, like many others. However, he kept to himself, and raised as little fuss as possible.
Later, after the Land of Dragons was restored, he discovered his ability to draw forth twin keyblades while fighting his father. Scared at his son's ability, his father banished Daisuke. Wrought with grief, he somehow stumbled through a portal into Destiny Islands, where he joined up with the Order.
Personality: Daisuke is neither reserved nor outgoing, he just is. He speaks when he feels the need, but usually just follows his orders and allows others to handle their own problems. However, he is very trustworthy, and any of the other members could easily come to him with any problems, and he would both help and keep it secret. Above all else, he reveres justice and culture, thus he is more likely to be seen enjoying some tea or making a sketch than picking fights. However, due to his nature as a Nobody he presently becomes frustrated at times, since his art and writings lack the emotions that once filled them. He loves animals, and is often seen with one of his many pets nearby. From a distance, he often looks dreamy or not-quite-there, as he has a habit of losing himself in thought from time to time.
Appearance: Daisuke keeps his hair at a medium length, about to his chin. He tend to let it hang everywhere, only taming it when need be. He tries to keep his clothing simple and comfortable, preferring jeans and hoodies with t-shirts. His hair is black, with grey eyes that seem to shine a little in moonlight.
Picture: (once again: Horrible copy, will make a better one later)
Other: Daisuke doesn't draw the blade Chaos without a VERY good reason. Because, once it comes out, all bets are off. He either will destroy every available enemy, or he won't be walking away from that fight. It's his personal oath. Also, since becoming a Nobody for some unknown reason he has gone colorblind. As a result, he usually wears black or white only, as he doesn't trust the final result of grey shades.
Roleplay Sample:
A small sigh escaped the black haired man as he sit upon the cliff side, looking out over the gorgeous landscape presented before him. To be honest, he rather missed the place, despite how long he had been gone. Why, he could even see his family's compound from here, busy with the daily chores that always consumed the servant's days. At least, that's what he'd LIKE to say. That he truly missed the place. In truth, he couldn't say any such thing. Though he had been one of the last to survive the Order's destruction, he too had been transformed into something he could hardly stand: a Nobody. His heart had been stolen away by the dark plots of Organization XIII, a group consisting entirely of beings such as himself. Nobodies... Living shells left with a soul, but no heart with which to feel emotion. He knew he still had a soul, otherwise he would have merely died upon that day so long ago. No, he had suffered from a far worse fate, in his opinion. The loss of the thing he held most dear, the source of his artistic vision, his heart. He could not imagine a more painful, or sadistic, thing to take.
Shaking himself from his reverie, he resumed his watch over the area. He was keeping an eye out for the Heartless, after all. He would not allow anyone else from his home world to suffer the same horrid fate that had befallen him. Also... this would give him a chance. By reuniting Roxas and Sora, DiZ had managed to bring them both back into one being. Perhaps... Daisuke could do something similar, were he able to hunt down the Heartless his own center of emotion had become...? He could only hope so. After all, it was only that one singular hope that had managed to keep him alive this long. Otherwise, he might have given up some time ago. He had to admit, it made some strange sense. Perhaps, The Organization had considered this as well? It would explain why the thirteen of them were so damned insistent in creating heartless, and then using the keyblade masters to collect that which they had separated from their bodies. To regain your heart... Daisuke could sympathize with their wish, even if he couldn't condone their methods.
Alias: The Artistic Warrior
Age: seems 16
Height: 5'8''
Weight: 140 lbs
Gender: male
Alliance: Order (IX)
Keyblade name: Justice, Chaos
Weapon: His main weapon is Justice, which he uses with his right hand, and he utilizes Choas via his left. However, he only utilizes Chaos in dire situations.
(horribly drawn, will try to make a better version later)
Bio: Daisuke originally grew up in The Land of Dragons, where he was taught by some of the greatest military minds of the time. His father was very structured, and required that his son master the martial arts, something he did splendidly. However, this was not the calling he wished for. In truth, he hated fighting, and much preferred painting, music, dance, and writing. When his world was swallowed by heartless, he found himself in Traverse Town, like many others. However, he kept to himself, and raised as little fuss as possible.
Later, after the Land of Dragons was restored, he discovered his ability to draw forth twin keyblades while fighting his father. Scared at his son's ability, his father banished Daisuke. Wrought with grief, he somehow stumbled through a portal into Destiny Islands, where he joined up with the Order.
Personality: Daisuke is neither reserved nor outgoing, he just is. He speaks when he feels the need, but usually just follows his orders and allows others to handle their own problems. However, he is very trustworthy, and any of the other members could easily come to him with any problems, and he would both help and keep it secret. Above all else, he reveres justice and culture, thus he is more likely to be seen enjoying some tea or making a sketch than picking fights. However, due to his nature as a Nobody he presently becomes frustrated at times, since his art and writings lack the emotions that once filled them. He loves animals, and is often seen with one of his many pets nearby. From a distance, he often looks dreamy or not-quite-there, as he has a habit of losing himself in thought from time to time.
Appearance: Daisuke keeps his hair at a medium length, about to his chin. He tend to let it hang everywhere, only taming it when need be. He tries to keep his clothing simple and comfortable, preferring jeans and hoodies with t-shirts. His hair is black, with grey eyes that seem to shine a little in moonlight.
Picture: (once again: Horrible copy, will make a better one later)
Other: Daisuke doesn't draw the blade Chaos without a VERY good reason. Because, once it comes out, all bets are off. He either will destroy every available enemy, or he won't be walking away from that fight. It's his personal oath. Also, since becoming a Nobody for some unknown reason he has gone colorblind. As a result, he usually wears black or white only, as he doesn't trust the final result of grey shades.
Roleplay Sample:
A small sigh escaped the black haired man as he sit upon the cliff side, looking out over the gorgeous landscape presented before him. To be honest, he rather missed the place, despite how long he had been gone. Why, he could even see his family's compound from here, busy with the daily chores that always consumed the servant's days. At least, that's what he'd LIKE to say. That he truly missed the place. In truth, he couldn't say any such thing. Though he had been one of the last to survive the Order's destruction, he too had been transformed into something he could hardly stand: a Nobody. His heart had been stolen away by the dark plots of Organization XIII, a group consisting entirely of beings such as himself. Nobodies... Living shells left with a soul, but no heart with which to feel emotion. He knew he still had a soul, otherwise he would have merely died upon that day so long ago. No, he had suffered from a far worse fate, in his opinion. The loss of the thing he held most dear, the source of his artistic vision, his heart. He could not imagine a more painful, or sadistic, thing to take.
Shaking himself from his reverie, he resumed his watch over the area. He was keeping an eye out for the Heartless, after all. He would not allow anyone else from his home world to suffer the same horrid fate that had befallen him. Also... this would give him a chance. By reuniting Roxas and Sora, DiZ had managed to bring them both back into one being. Perhaps... Daisuke could do something similar, were he able to hunt down the Heartless his own center of emotion had become...? He could only hope so. After all, it was only that one singular hope that had managed to keep him alive this long. Otherwise, he might have given up some time ago. He had to admit, it made some strange sense. Perhaps, The Organization had considered this as well? It would explain why the thirteen of them were so damned insistent in creating heartless, and then using the keyblade masters to collect that which they had separated from their bodies. To regain your heart... Daisuke could sympathize with their wish, even if he couldn't condone their methods.