Name: Rixor.
Nicknames: Rix or Rixxy.
Age: He usually appears to be around sixteen years old, but it varies.
Gender:He is male; he’s adamant about that.
Species:He is an Unknown. (A mixture of Heartless and Nobody, the result of a corresponding Heartless returning to its Nobody; nonexistent in this particular universe.)
Position: Due to his circumstances, it would be best to assign Rixor the position of "neutral". If forced to choose, however, he would most likely side with the Organization, if only due to his past.
Powers:While Rixor doesn’t have much in this universe, he does have one power to call his own: he can alter his physical traits at a whim. This means he can control his age, height, weight, voice, characteristics, and even gender at will – although the last is rarely done, for obvious reasons. It is helpful ability he uses if he needs to blend into a crowd, or if he needs to mimic someone, even if he personally dislikes doing it. (Note: He has to have seen and heard someone to mimic the person correctly, however.)
Weapon:Rixor is currently weaponless. Although a risky choice, the Unknown still chooses to rely more on his skill at escaping danger than on his fighting skills while he searches for a way home.
Although, it is important to note that in situations in which his life is in danger, he will cast off his gloves to expose one benefit, or curse, of being an Unknown. From the wrists -- and ankles -- downward, Rixor's skin becomes black. Although his hands and feet retain their human shapes, they are as dark as Heartless flesh and can sharpen into claws easily.
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Appearance:Rixor is the by-product of the hearts of Unknowns Saxor and Xerik touching and merging slightly, the fused piece breaking off from the originals. As such, his normal appearance is a balance between each of theirs.
He normally looks like a sixteen-year-old boy, kind of scrawny in body but swift. His eyes are grey or silvery in hue. His hair easily reaches his shoulders when let down; most of his hair is pale blond, but the hair at the back of his head, right above his neck, is a vibrant green. Rixor occasionally wears his hair back in a short ponytail so that the green appears separated from the blond. On Rixor's left cheek, he has a black fang-like mark, positioned hanging downward, curving so that the tip points toward his mouth.
Clothing:Rixor wears the uniform of the Unknown, which just happens to be a silvery white version of the Organization cloak, thanks to Xerik's lack of creativity. There are some other slight differences between the two kinds of cloaks, but they aren't worth mentioning. His gloves and shoes are black, contrasting sharply with the cloak. He keeps a silvery white ring on a small chain in his pocket or around his neck. While it was something else in his home universe, here it is reduced merely a useless keychain.
Personality:Rixor's moods and mannerisms fluctuate greatly. Well, it's to be expected. Saxor was a goofy, fun-loving teen, while Xerik was a revenge-obsessed, has-no-sense-of-humor kind of guy. Friction was inevitable. For the most part, Rixor is a good-hearted person. He can be quick to anger, sulky, and sneaky sometimes, but anyone he cares about he'll fight to death to protect. Too bad he usually doesn't try too hard to make friends; his heart is set on finding a way home and making friends would complicate that. Lately, his moods have swung toward the spectrum of depression, but he struggles to stay balanced.
History/Background:Overlooking the extensive and complicated sequence of events that brought Rixor into existence, once things had calmed down, things were rather peaceful at The World That Never Was. Er, well, as close to peaceful as a group of Nobodies--as well as two Unknown--living in the same castle could be. Xerik's plot to destroy the Organization with his Order of Unknown had been foiled, Rixor was content with spending his days hanging with Axel and causing trouble, and Saxor had come up with several delicious new cake recipes. Everything was good.
Or was it? As the months went by, and the Organization resumed their crazy plots, Saxor disappeared. Urged by Demyx, who was probably Saxor's closest friend, Rixor set out to look for the missing teen. After a long, frustrating search, Rixor found him on a small, nearly featureless dark world. Saxor was not in a good state; hell, he was nearly dead. Worried, Rixor attempted to help him. However, they were suddenly attacked by something that couldn't be seen. Or felt. No matter how he flailed around trying to hit the enemy with the Ultima Keyblade--borrowed from Saxor due to half of his heart being the same as the other boy's--the weapon met air. Whatever was attacking them seemed to be invincible, untouchable, its strikes the only evidence of its presence.
Finally, almost beaten to death himself, Rixor was grabbed by Saxor. The other teen told him that he was going to use the last of his strength to activate one of the more powerful Time abilities, one Rixor lacked. He was going to delve into the timeline, and remove this thing, nay, this entire event from it. However, he didn't know what would happen to them because of it, and wanted to say his goodbyes.
Before Rixor could react, Saxor ripped into the threads of time, removing the nameless evil before the stress of the event killed him. Rixor was sent tumbling into seemingly endless abyss, cast adrift from the timeline.
Next thing he knew, he was lying in a dark alleyway in The World That Never Was. Surprised to be alive, let alone in a place he recognized, he got up and tried to enter the castle. It wasn't the same, though. Everything was similar, sure, but not the same as it had been. A little discreet investigation revealed that most of the events he was familiar with had failed to happen. For example, Saxor didn't exist. Neither did Xerik, for that matter. Rixor himself was an impossibility.
He had fallen into another timeline, it seemed.
Role Playing Sample:Rixor spat to the side, wearily wiping blood from his mouth with the back of one torn glove. "Sax? ...How you holding up, man?" The green-blonde winced, leaning on the Ultima Keyblade for support as he limped over to his fallen comrade.
"Rix... We can't beat it." Saxor looked so pale, sitting there, covered in blood. The sight made Rixor's heart ache. The boy didn't deserve this kind of ending. If an ending it was. He still hoped they could escape. That stupid sitar-playing dork would kill him if Saxor died.
"Give up the barriers and run. You can't stop it." The green-haired teen hacked into his hand, weakly resting against the black boulder Rixor had propped him up against. "It's my fault... I shouldn't have tried to--" The broken boy's words turned into pathetic sobs.
Rixor felt the keyblade disappear from his hands. The effort of freezing the air around them to form a protective cage had finally drained him enough that he couldn't tug the blade from Saxor's control. It probably didn't help that, caging them in as he had, he had limited the air supply. Rixor stumbled over the last few feet separating them, collapsing next to Saxor.
"Sax, what is it?" He reached out, gently grabbing Saxor's shoulder. "Tell me. Maybe we can think this through. You want to live, don't you? And see Demyx again? Dammit, I didn't get to tell Axel goodbye either, so don't make me stay here and die with you!"
"Leave me." murmured the other boy, so faintly that Rixor almost missed it.
"I'm not doing that, Saxor! Now stop being a weakling and TELL ME!" Rixor, frustrated, gripped Saxor by the shoulders and shook him.
"There's no time..." Saxor moaned, head rolling back as his eyes slipped shut. Suddenly, he stiffened, eyes flying open as he looked back at Rixor. "Time! That's it! It's the only shot I've got at getting rid of this thing. I'm sorry, Rix, this is the only way. I have to fix the timeline."
"WHAT!?" Silver eyes widened drastically. Rixor possessed copies of both Saxor and Xerik's memories. He knew exactly what Saxor was referring to. "No! Don't do it, you idiot! You'll kill us both! You're too weak now! What if you mess up!?"
"There's no other way." Saxor's resigned smile made Rixor's gut clench. Oh, damn. The little fool wasn't listening to him. He was so...STUPID!
It was too late to react, however. The last of Rixor's endurance gave out; invisible barriers silently shattered. A horrendous cry of victory ripped through the air as their unknown enemy shot toward them.
Saxor smiled, leaning forward to hug his half-shadow. "Goodbye, Rixxy." The green-blonde teen heard him whisper.
And then everything went white.
Questions? Nah. <3
