Harmonious Vanity - Myde

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Post by hoffman on Jun 9, 2011 17:38:25 GMT -4

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Name: Myde

Organization XIII or Dark XII Nickname(optional): The Melody of Oblivion

Age: Appears to be anywhere between 17 and 23

Gender: Male

Species: Humanoid Heartless

Position: Evil

Organization XIII or Dark XII Position: IX

Power(s): Considering everything, Myde's powers manifest them in a very strange way. He is what one would consider an "empath". Much like his Nobody, Demyx, who pretends to feel emotions, Myde, on the flip-side, manipulates the emotions of others around him. He seems to be very careful with this ability, only because using the power too much seems to make people very "fake". He is able to assess current moods, in which he explains is like "tasting" the current mood, though he isn't able to "feel" them himself.
At close range, and very limitedly, he seems to be able to only very gradually and slowly change the emotional atmosphere to what he wants. For example, seducing. The spell can be very easily broken at this point.

To affect a larger area, Myde has to sing. It is much akin to a "rockstar" changing the mood of an audience at a concert. Or, much like a Siren. It is said his voice, at least to those who live to remember it, is so alluring that most simply cannot resist submitting to it.

Controlling a hoard of lesser Heartless requires him to play his weapon, an Axe-Guitar, which amplifies his voice, and thus, his powers.

He also seems to have the same powers most pureblood Heartless have, such as sinking into the shadows, being able to sense Hearts, the strength of hearts, etc., and moving in-between worlds using the corridors of darkness.

Considering everything, however, Myde isn't that much of a fighter. Though when he has to, he is skilled in the terms of hitting things with his Axe-Guitar, named Noble Scarlet. His most used strategy to collect Hearts is to seduce, and collect. Or, he'll use his power to take control of the situation, and let someone else do the "dirty" work. He's a tad bit more suited for reconnaissance missions.

Weapon(s): Noble Scarlet, a fusion of a functional guitar and a battle axe. While the neck guitar appears normal, the main body of the guitar is flared into two actual "axes", with a red and black color scheme. Noble Scarlet is really his only mean of offense maneuvers, and helps him control hoards of lesser Heartless. Push comes to shove, though Myde doesn't really participate in "fighting", if he has to, Noble Scarlet makes an excellent weapon to hit with.

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Appearance:

Build: Standing a little over 5'9", Myde hosts a tall and lanky structure. His youthful appearance withholds an almost underfed and skinny rockstar build. More than anything, his arms may hold the presence of the most musculature, mainly from playing or from holding a guitar the majority of his life. He appears healthy--but not particularly buff way, though Thin and built, a vain kind of way...like someone who was too picky or vain to allow themselves to get fat.

Face: Myde's face is charmingly boyish, yet holds a well-taken-care-of, almost effeminate air to it. His lips are usually upturned into some kind of mischievous grin or sultry pout--that is to say, his face is usually painted with a wide range of "emotion". He has a fair complexion, and a mop of dark red-brown hair that has been specifically and carefully styled in a modern rock-starish manner. His bangs hang carefully over his eyebrows, and side bangs to his chin, delicately framing his face. The rest of his hair is whispfully spiked to defy gravity. A pale blue, similar to aquamarine define the colour of his eyes, which are framed by long eyelashes. His ears are adorned with several silver earrings. On the left, a dangling earring with the Heartless emblem as the ornament.

Style: Being vain, Myde tends to dress in what he believes is fashionable for the time, though he keeps his color choices to silvers, blacks, whites, and reds. A white popped up long collared button up adorns him with the occasional black and white check board print. Underneith it a form fitting black jacket with a large white furred collar. A loose tie with a jolly-roger emblem is tied haphazardly around his neck. His pants, a dark red plaid, are form fitting and ripped at strategic spots. Suspenders hand loosely behind him--though they're never used. On his fingers, varying silver rings decorate his fingers, and a layer of black paints his nails.

Personality: Much like his "other", Myde is perhaps very animated. He has a "personality" that allows him to blend in with Humans. Considering his powers, he seems to like flirting and seducing his way through life. Myde takes a particular interest in beautiful things, especially when they're girls or boys. And seducing. And seducing. And flirting. Did I mention flirting? There he may be weak in the fighting arena, he's very particularly strong in the social arena, making him more useful for reconnaissance missions.

At the same time, Myde is very mischievous, and can usually be driven by how "fun" something would be in theory. He does things that would please himself--but at the same time, it can make him seem like he has a bit of a "diva" attitude. He'd rather have the lesser Heartless under him do the hard and tedious and boring work for him. Like his counter-part, he'd also probably just like to chill out, play his guitar and make sweet sweet music all day. Oh. And seduce. Did I mention already he's a natural flirt?

Original World: Frelia

Current Residing World: The World That Never Was

History/Background:

Coming from a family of classical musicians, Myde seemed to have a natural talent for music--as if it ran in his blood. Raised by his mother, father, and older brother, it seemed as if everything were perfect in the family. And things were, for a very long time. He looked greatly up to his brother, Wes, who was a raising and professional violinist. Myde initially was learning to play the piano, though when he hit his early teens, he moved into playing guitar...and much to his father's dismay, an electric guitar. It seemed there was much more in the family going wrong than Myde learning the guitar. As his older brother went off to college, his family fell apart at the seams, resulting in his mother leaving Myde with his father.
"Losing his muse," as his father called it, drove Myde's father into a cold apathy, leaving Myde really to fend for himself, though he was financially sound. He sought out affection elsewhere, and gained it, through his music.

It was said that even then, Myde could capture the hearts of his listeners, but once the listeners heard his voice, accompanied with his guitar, they were his for his disposal.
The talent quickly rose to stardom with a natural ease that came to him--and with stardom, came admirers--men and women. He was always attracted to the prettiest of his fans, thinking that he could find friendship and affection and love through his fans, but every relationship was never quite enough. As he became more and more famous through his music, he felt even more distanced from people, even though he tried to become close.

For some reason, however, there was one person who seemed to get through to him. This person, he remembers as his "Princess"--the one person who didn't seem to like him for his music, but liked him, for being him...the good, and the bad. And for a a year or so, he was happy. Him and his "Princess". That was, until he introduced his Princess to his brother. The Princess and his brother seemed to hit it off all too well. Really, too well.

The jealousy eventually drove him into darkness, and he became obsessed with her. Though "Princess" stayed faithful, circumstantial evidence made it seem as if she really were cheating on him. And when she showed signs of pregnancy, Myde, in his madness, "removed the filth from her body" in a very cruel and rustic way.

Only to find out later that...

That filth was his own.

Driven into despair and grief, darkness finally took him, consuming whatever light he had left within himself in an entire gulp.

The next time he awoke, he was in a strange land, and he barely remembered anything…only that there was an insatiable hunger driving him to devour hearts. Soon, there were reports around the world of a serial killer devouring beautiful young women and men—which attracted the attention of Even, who introduced him to so much more...

Role Playing Sample:

What a beautiful heart.

Myde just knew, the moment that the girl had passed him in that dark corner of that street, that he just had to have it. Naturally, being a Heartless, he had blended very well into the shadows like whispers of love. But instinctually, the girl knew something was there, watching her. That, or her paranoia was dead on and actually useful. A pink tongue grazed over his plump lips, as he carefully watched the girl walk toward a street light, thinking that that poor, flickering sad excuse for a street lamp was going to keep her safe. Stupid, stupid prey. Didn’t they know that light made them all the more tasty? It was simply adorable. It was like looking at a gorgeous house—it was only a pity that no one was living in it. Her innocence complimented her outward beauty.

Stalking lightly into he shadows of the wall (literally), as she walked toward the false safety of the street light, Myde materialized out of the darkness. He looked perfectly normal, considering the circumstances.

"Excuse me, miss...are you lost?" he asked the young woman, in a sugary sweet voice, a look of concern cruelly painted over his beautiful features. Of course he knew she was lost—Myde had sent a pack of the wee-ones (the shadows) to chase her for several blocks. He had caused her to get lost.

Something about toying with his food amused him so.
Something clicked in his head, as it always did; a sense of relaxation oozing from within himself, spreading over the young girl like a ripple in a pond cast by a pebble as he took her smaller, much delicate hand within his. The girl-soon-to-be-heartless nodded, losing her sense of growing paranoia, slipping under the humanoid Heartless’ spell—she didn’t even realize it was happening. He watched as her muscles relaxed—and there it was—the typical weak knee feeling these silly food items did when he shot a simple smile at them. It was way too easy. He barely had to influence her at all. A cruel grin planted itself over Myde, as he wrapped an arm around her waist, her weight falling toward him in a cruel imitation of a lovers embrace.

"I'll help you find where you're going to go...just..." he said, leaning in close to her, breathing into her ear in a poisonous sweet voice “Give me your heart."

He had her now; that he knew for sure. There wasn’t even a hint of resistance in her Heart, nor in her body. And since he did his research right, there was barely anyone on this side of the town.

The light of the streetlamp cast an eerie glow—a shadow like hand reflected on the cobblestone wall, like a grotesque puppet show. Seemingly human-like hands tilting the girl over further into the disgusting embrace…a hand lifting in the air, and growing and lengthening to demonic proportions. Finally, the talon-like hands becoming one with her chest.

A moment of stillness, as the puppet show on the wall reflected the talon-like hands literally ripping, with a juice squelching sound, the heart of the young woman.

Myde stared down at the Heart, a sly grin on his handsome features, as he dropped the shell of the girl.

“Fantastic…..just fantastic.”