Name: Modest Lagunov
Nickname(optional): Desya
Organization XIII or Dark XII Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Human (mutated)
Position: Good
Organization XIII or Dark XII Position: N/A
Power(s): Desya has a rather odd set of powers. The most noticeable to the eye is the strange fact that he appears to be entirely made out of velvet (once you get past the clothes he wears). This has its advantages and setbacks, obviously. His senses of taste, touch and smell are all extremely impaired, including pain and temperature. While he can't indulge in food or nice-smelling things as well as others could, he feels no pain and temperature has no effect on him. Besides this, his body is rather frail. Being lighter than an average person his age and being entirely made out of a velvet-like substance certainly doesn't do him wonders in fights. Offensively, he has nothing. Defensively, he can evade and that's about it. When cut or bruised, the same things happen in a normal human and he heals with time or magic.
There is, however, another part to his power. His blood, really a clear liquid with the same texture as cough syrup (but tasteless, thankfully) has purifying and healing properties. A drop can clean a decent sized wound completely and has no averse effects to the recipient. It takes more, however, to heal a person. His blood has about the same effect as a strong healing potion. This may seem like a great thing, but he has to be injured or injure himself in order to attain some of his blood for use. Being an easily-frightened person, sharp objects aren't his cup of tea, but his sense of morals can, and will push him to heal others if asked.
Another interesting thing of note is his internal structure. He has bones like every other normal human, but that's it. He has no internal organs except his brain. He cannot eat anything at all, but he cannot suffer from any diseases coming from having organs. He's a scientific anomaly, nobody on his previous world knew quite how he sustained life but Desya refused scientific testing.
Weapon(s): All he has for a weapon is an ice pick.
Picture(optional): N/A (But isn't it always with me? xP)
Appearance: For one, he is entirely made out of a bordeaux color velvet. He hides this by wearing completely covering clothes and his black-blue hair long enough to cover the back of his neck and the sides of his face. He wears a plain cloth bandanna around his face to cover his mouth and the front of his neck. However, just in case anything is showing through, he wears a scarf around his neck as well. As for shirts, he wears thickly striped shirts that are just a bit tight and long jackets on top of them. A pair of black, leather gloves mask his hands. He wears a pair of tightish, black jeans and boots. The only parts of him that are visible are his eyes. He is the average height for a teenager his age, and appears to be just a bit underweight.
Personality: Desya is a very shy person, only talking to others when he needs to. When approached in a friendly manner, he opens up a bit and will open up completely to someone he can trust. He refuses to remove any part of his outfit, including the cloth strip on his face and hates it when people think they can just pull it down and he'll be fine with it. That said, he dislikes people who don't think before they act. He believes that caution is always the best route to take.
There are some secrets he tries not to reveal. With a bit of prying, it's possible to get them out of him, but it will take some doing. He hates his appearance. He hates his feelings of helplessness, and he hates his perceived inadequacy in any hostile situations. He simply tries to not take part in those situations, but when he is pulled into something like that he tends to run away instead of facing his opponent head on. He cares nothing for honor because in his mind it only applies to warriors. He would still help someone in need because that's the right thing to do, but he isn't a fighter. He only carries his ice pick around because he's paranoid around people.
It's difficult to gain his trust. If there is anything about the person that would indicate any sense of untrustworthiness, then Desya will take note of it and not trust that person until they prove to him that they're capable of bring trusted. He only reveals himself to very close friends, people who he knows won't think his outer self strange.
When he opens up to other people, he is incredibly nice and soft-spoken, never once speaking ill of another person. He is capable of holding grudges, though those are secrets he will never reveal.
Original World: Decorus Mare, or 'Beautiful Sea'.
Current Residing World: Traveling, is nomadic.
History/Background: Desya was born in a world, appropriately and affectionately called 'beautiful sea' by its inhabitants. The world was a relatively small one, but densely inhabited. In the middle of the world sat its namesake, a shimmering sea that was almost perfectly clear. There was no trace of contamination in it, and that was where the people got all of their water. There were other, smaller saltwater lakes for swimming and recreation, but the main ocean was where everything took place. It was the center of everything to the people there, if it went then they would surely collapse.
It didn't go, but it got contaminated. A pathogen, purposely added by the biggest conglomerate of the planet in an attempt to keep the population at bay. It killed many people, and changed some. Some people got lucky, and simply got to make cool shockwaves or shoot lasers from their fingers, but then-baby Desya got stuck with his entire body system changing dramatically. Being so young, the virus had a better shot at changing him than others. Newborns like him that didn't die from it were changed severely, resulting in his velvet-like skin, blood, and lack of internal organs.
Nobody in that world believed that it was the water, they simply stopped with other things first. The water was never ruled out. Eventually, a school was set up by a woman whose name nobody knew- dubbed Lady Octonomy due to her seven psuedonyms (the prefix Octo was given because that would be her eighth name). The school was secluded and cut off from the world- until the conglomerate's head found out. He send a team of people to destroy the school and crush all hope for people afflicted by the virus. They succeeded, and only a few lucky people got out in personal ships designed for that very purpose (at least twenty out of the two hundred or so he had known at the school). Desya refuses to go back to his world, but Lady Octonomy is still alive and at large, possibly escaped, or possibly stuck on the not-so-beautiful-anymore sea.
Role Playing Sample: Two thirty. PM. At least, that was what the dim glow on the ship's internal clock stated. Its meager light was barely enough to illuminate anything, but Desya knew he should preserve fuel. So, there he was, shifting around, looking for something to hold his attention. He knew the school rationed out food and water in these ships- practically useless to him. Actually, no, completely useless. He probably should have ejected them into space to help with the fuel problem, but the amount he would save was probably negligent.
How could he not have at least stored a book or two here? He had no way of knowing that he would have to use this thing, but seriously, there was
nothing to do. At all. Staring out into space and feeling sorry for himself got old after a good few hours of floating miserably into nothing. The stars were nice, at least.
"Come in, is anybody out there? Please?" Desya knew that voice. Fumbling with the radio a bit, he pressed the button.
"Aeri? Aerilyn, is that you? It's Desya, are you there?" he was desperate for someone to talk to, someone who knew him. Someone he could trust. From the other end came static. He began playing with the cord, anxious. He tried again in vain before finally stumbling upon a realization. A horrid one. The wire was frayed, and the radio was useless. Aerilyn was alone as Desya. Another person began to speak, this voice wasn't as familiar. Maybe a passing 'hello' at one point or another, but nobody he actually knew. The steady stream of unfamiliar voices was occasionally interrupted by Aerilyn's voice, a welcome sense of... Home.
"Why, why, why..." He set the radio down on his lap, shaking his head and shutting the radio off. He knew he probably wasn't going to see them again, why torture himself with this? Sighing shakily and taking a bit of time to clear his thoughts- and his eyes- he leaned back. Sleeping would be uncomfortable, certainly, but that didn't change its status as a necessity. He closed his eyes and drifted off, both to sleep and further into space, unknowingly coming upon another world as he slowly slipped into sweet unconsciousness.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions? Got super lazy on appearance. Sorry, if there's anything that needs elaboration I'd be glad to do that Dx
Lolololol my characters are so weird now .-.-The following profiles are all here for archival purposes, and will be removed at the request of a moderater/admin, so don't be shy to ask ;D-
Name: Kaze (Pronounced KAHZ, the e is silent)
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Position: Neutral (confused)
Weapon: A silver colored (really stainless steel) scythe that can extend at his will. At full extension, about seven feet high. At the least extension, about a foot. He uses it with both hands, leaving no room to defend unless he uses the scythe itself. He also has minor telekinetic abilities, and is only able to use them on himself, and even that is to a degree. He's constantly training it, to one day be able to move other objects. He also has sort of a... Drive gauge sort of thing, which enables him to have increased power and awareness.
Also wields a keyblade, Ride The Lightning. I HAD a picture of it, but I lost it, but it looks like a normal keyblade, but instead if the whole key part, it looks like lightning bolts, and the whole keyblade is a light gold color. The handle mainly consists of a black leather grip, with a rounded wrist guard, like an old fashioned rapier would have. The keychain is a simple, slender chain with a circle with a line through it. It also has what looks like a lightning bolt shooting out from the top, as to add a stabbing motion, but all the lightning bolts are still and look like jagged pieces of gold.
**His scythe has recently been broken, so he's only left with his keyblade.
Picture(optional): Kaze (Thanks Neko~ (Yours was picked by coin flip, thanks Rixxy too~))Appearance: He's six feet tall, with a pretty muscular build. He's more agile and quick than strong, as he's lean. He has dark, red-brown hair, which falls to his shoulders. His long bangs are usually swept to the side. He has fairly tan skin, he's not the tannest one,but not the palest one either. His eyes are a navy blue color, but as many people he knows would deny, they are natural. He normally wears a white undershirt, with a black jacket over it, and the jacket has many dark blue designs, but Kaze himself has no tattoos. He also wears long, black pants with very slim, vertical, dark blue stripes. His long pants cover his, pretty generic, black boots. He also wears pure black gloves, cut off at the fingers.
Personality: Pretty quiet, but will talk to anyone who approaches him first. He has a good deal of respect for whoever comes and talks to him, for many people shun him. It doesn't matter one bit to him. Though he prefers to be by himself, he appreciates the opportunity to work together with other people, so long as they communicate with him. He normally picks things up academically rather quickly, and most consider his lack of studying for any major thing a lucky streak. He normally gets A-'s and B+'s in most classes, he doesn't pick up everything. Fairly cynical, and very serious when it comes to his jobs. Though, he's become a bit more easygoing and outgoing.
Original World: Twilight Town
Current Residing World: Twilight Town
History/Background: He lived in a small apartment by himself, due to his parents dying in a car accident. Luckily for him, the landlord has sympathy for him, and is now the closes thing to a parent he has. Though, the landlord needs to have business, so he gave him the smallest apartment he has, which consists of a bed, a small television, a refrigerator, an oven and a microwave. He usually gets leftovers from the landlord, or, doing odd jobs around the town, and buying his own food.
**He recently got kicked out of his apartment, he's staying on the streets until he can can find a home...
Role Playing Sample: Kaze stretched and yawned, as he looked out of the normal window surrounded with slightly peeling, white paint. It was warm, and clear out, which is a good thing because working outside in the rain is not fun, and working afterwards with a cold is even less fun. Though, he doesn't consider many things to be "fun".
He opened the window, letting a warm breeze flow around the small room as the teen walked over to his black phone. He picked it up and dialed a few numbers, and in no time is landlord picked up, expecting him.
"Hello Kaze, did you have a good sleep?" Obviously, the landlord had his normal coffee.
"Yes." Kaze normally doesn't like conversations with the landlord, because his conversations were normally bland and uninteresting to him.
"I'll drop some food off in a bit. Just take some time to walk around, wake up."
"Okay." Kaze was barely listening, he had grown bored of the same old lecture every morning. He could mouth it out if he wanted to, though he normally doesn't. Not so long after Kaze put the phone on the receiver, and got dressed, the rather plump, jolly man who was his landlord came in. His walk looked more like a waddle, but it didn't mater to Kaze. He was the closest thing he had to a parent, and Kaze only cared about that fact alone.
"I made sure to sneak in a bit extra, for you. Just don't be tellin' the kids, you know how they get when they find out that they were tricked." Kaze nodded. he has babysat them before, and they were something along the lines of mini hurricanes when angered. All they did when they were angry was run around, screaming. Kaze usually tired of this after 5 minutes and just gave them some sea salt ice cream to calm them down.
Nodding, he took the plate and, sitting on his bed which was drenched in orange light from the open window, started to eat. He didn't mind at all having leftovers, just as long as they were plentiful enough. And, as he ate, the only thing on his mind was the fact that it was almost summer vacation. Even for Kaze, it was a paradise. This year, he was planning on saving up enough munny to head down to the beach and spend a day there. Though, strange occurances were happening occasionally, but that was one of the many things shoved into the back of his mind.
As he finished his food, he knocked on the landlord's door. Kaze's room was designed to be connected to the landlord's, as to make it easier on both of them. He then turned to the door, which the paint was fresh, but bits of the old paint were still sticking out from under it. He grabbed his pile of books that were stacked on a wooden nightstand. As he walked out, he couldn't help but think that there was something else there. He shrugged it off, and kept on walking to the school, followed by what looked like a black shadow of nothing apparent and had two small, glowing, yellow dots. It was, of course, a heartless. Eventually, Kaze, tiring of this feeling and wanted to prove once and for all that there was nothing behind him, turned. It came out of the ground, staring at him.
Kaze flinched for a moment, unsure of what to do. He made sure to put his gloves on beforehand, because he has developed a small blister, and didn't want to pop it. He slowly reached for his scythe, making sure to keep an eye on the... whatever it was, it was unknown to him. He pulled the scythe out. Suddenly, and with force, he slung it around his body. As it swung, it expanded, eventually hitting and killing the thing. Whatever it was. He scanned the area to make sure there were none others, then, hesitantly, made his scythe short again, and hooked it to his belt. He then proceeded to pick up his books and then, just kept walking like nothing ever happened.
Questions?: Nope.
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Name: Rayner Santeri
Nickname(optional): Anything people can come up with.
Organization XIII or Dark XII Nickname(optional): N/A
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Position: Whatever side he can make the most friends on.
Organization XIII or Dark XII Position: N/A
Power(s): Rayner has powers that assist, support, and overall help to ease the burden of an enemy while not healing and not doing much damage himself. He can make a sudden burst of light shoot from his hand, temporarily blinding enemies (enough time to get away safely, or for whoever's fighting on his side to perhaps get a shot or two in before the blindness wears off), he can make them feel as if they're carrying another person on their shoulders, weighing them down and making them slower (though this takes a constant strain on his energy, thus he tends to avoid using it), and can cast spells that help his friends: shields and haste spells.
Weapon(s): He carries around a short, sturdy sword strapped around his waist, but tends to forget it's there.
Picture(optional):Appearance: The first thing people notice about Rayner are the black headphones always either on his head or around his neck, blasting music either way. They have green designs of them, stretching from the two main designs on the headphones themselves and running up the sides of them. They are attached by a wire that goes down his shirt into an mp3 player in his pocket. While the headphones are around his neck, he's blasting the music as loud as it goes, effectively working as a mini radio. When they're on his head, he turns them down so his ears don't 'explode'. He has very long bangs which he normally sweeps to one side of his head, it's always the one he does first, which is random. His hair itself is a soft silver color, and anyone who calls it grey normally has whatever they say after that drowned out for a day or so. His hair in the back is medium length, longer than you would normally see hair but not enough to be called a mullet. His skin is a sandy color, not pale but not tan either. His light brown eyes are both sharp and piercing. He normally wears a long sleeved, dark blue shirt with a tight neck and sleeves that are too long with a sewed-on hood on the back of it and long, black pants that seem too long as well, but fit perfectly on his thin frame. He wears black shoes with grey stripes down the back of them, with flat shoelaces in a woven pattern. His clothes were given to him on his first day in Traverse Town before he acquired his tiny ship for traveling. He also wears his acoustic guitar on his back.
Personality: Rayner is not a very serious person in most cases. He tries to make light jokes when he feels it is appropriate, and is constantly joking with others. He is light hearted and seems upbeat, but really is a pessimist. He keeps his pessimistic emotions and tendencies to himself, preferring to grit his teeth and move on. He tends to butt heads with people who attempt to assume the leadership role quickly, he thinks they're just too pushy. He prefers people who can take jokes well and can smile. Sometimes, though, his pessimistic attitude gets too far and he chooses instead to wear the headphones on his head and drown out the world. While wearing the headphones, he cannot hear others, so he has to rely on people to make gestures and the like. He tends to both panic and frighten easily, causing more morale to be lost within himself.
Original World: Aeolus (No, not THAT one.)
Current Residing World: Traveling, trying to find a place to call home.
History/Background: Rayner was a normal kid going to a normal school in a normal home. It was your average, every day life, that we all have gone through. He wasn't a big fan of reading, he owned a nice acoustic guitar, he wrote some music, memorized some more, studied like a madman for big tests, occasionally blew off homework, stole his normal, middle-class family's short sword to go kill as many heartless as he could...
So, perhaps he wasn't the most normal. He did steal the sword and kill a great number of heartless, but eventually they overwhelmed him and his family. They weren't prepared at all for this, nobody was, they just came without warning. Eventually, he ended up blacking out and on a ship with some people he didn't know, heading who-knows-where. He was indeed knocked out and brought to this ship as one of the survivors of his home planet. He saw people he knew from town, a few he didn't know, the old man down the street, and his best friend since preschool. He and his friend, Christina, always got along marvelously. Rumor had it Christina liked him, and Rayner liked her back. Of course, until the ship crash landed after a heartless attack and the group was spread around the town, he heard someone say it was 'Transverse' or something. He managed to convince a family to let him stay with them for a while, and they even gave him some new clothes that didn't fit their son anymore and sent him on his way with an old, broken down gummi ship as long as he could fix it. A month and a whole lot of haggling later, it was fixed, and he was about ready to scour every world he can find for that special someone he misses oh-so-dearly. Of course, while stopping to smell the flowers, take in the sights, and kill some heartless.
Role Playing Sample: N/A
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Character Name: Salvador
Nickname (Optional): None
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Society Position: On nobody's side be it good or evil
Powers: His senses are heightened due to slight genetic manipulation. Though, it comes at a small "cost". To have his sight and hearing increased, as well as general awareness, he had to have his senses of taste and smell mostly disappear. He didn't believe he needed them at the time. Now, he's a genetic freak and he likes it that way.
Besides his senses, he has uncanny ability to make most people who get a chance to talk to him hate him, and has an ungodly tolerance for alcohol.
Weapon(s): He wields a simple rapier. Nothing too fancy, except the handguard is ornate and he flaunts it to be indestructible. A lie, of course, but it gets those people who just want to be a bit careful. He always has spares, he ordered his swords in bulk from the man who made them.
Picture (Optional): For the 34982356th time, nope~
Appearance: He has dark brown, wavy hair that goes down to his shoulders and stops. All of his hair is the same length, meaning that if you started in the center and had all of his hair in a straight line, it would mask his face like a curtain. As such, it gets in his face. A lot. But that doesn't matter much, right? His skin is tanned from many days of wandering. He has a noticeable stubble everywhere his facial hair grows except his neck, which is a pet peeve of his. He cannot stand neckbeards. His features are sharp and low, making him look mad all the time. His eyes are odd, they go from a light brown on the outside to a light blue-green on the inside. His normal attire consists of a white, baggy shirt with a tight neck around the base of it and a dark red jacket over it. The jacket has a rather large collar, which is always up. And that isn't even his choice. He wears a simple pair of pants with a red scarf tied around the belt loops as a belt, but the scarf is tied off and hangs freely below his right leg. He has long boots which extend to his knees, made of a light brown leather material. He doesn't believe in armor.
Personality: In a word: mean. If he can find a flaw, he will exploit it. He normally decides who he liked at a first glance. After that, good luck. Normally he hates everyone. Though, a special few who remind him of someone else might be lucky. Don't get you hopes up.
He does what he wants. If he wants to walk around on the roofs, then he'll get up there and do it. If he wants something, but the only way to get it is to climb a tree and take it by leaping onto a balcony, then look out below. If he feels like jumping on top of tables and shouting obscenities, then he shall. But nobody would be that mean, right? Except someone who's name starts with a "Salvado". Maybe he's just bitter about something.
Oh, right, it seems I forgot to mention how he acts when drunk off his rocker, which is a normal occurrence. He takes on an almost shamanic tone of voice and speech- almost monotone, and speaking about what only seems coherent to some. Then is when he is at his height of leisure and calmness, in fact, he's downright bearable at that point. Despite his almost-eloquence, he tends to ruin the speeches with a single sentence, a last parting thought he just needed to get in there before he was done. But when he wakes up the next morning on a rooftop with a poncho and a group of people dressed in a similar fashion, he will normally freak out and go get some more to drink. Or something.
Original World: Traverse Town
Current Residing World: Wandering
History/Background: He was born to illegitimate parents who dropped him off at an orphanage when he was young. Growing up in the orphanage, he had lots of things shoved down his throat. Religions, rules, you name it, he defied it. And he never got in trouble. Why? Well, turns out, he was a good long-distance runner. He was never punished because he could simply outrun them. One thing he was interested in, though, was swordplay. He excelled at it. Sure, it wasn't even his school that offered it, but he got in, convincing the teacher it was simply his pursuit of education. Right. He just wanted to learn how to kill people quickly, efficiently, and easily. And after taking some creative license on the teachings, he learned just that. He spend years wandering, causing a ruckus wherever he went, and through gambling he acquired an undisclosed way of transportation. A little sleight of hand here and there can really spice up your life. Rumor has it that he once settled down and started a life and family somewhere, but that's over now. At least according to Salvador.So now, the universe is the limit and who knows where he'll show up next.
Role Playing Sample: Nothx~
Theme Song: www.youtube.com/watch?v=dLo8ZA5g8vI
