Name: Leron Xaiko
Nickname: Bastard of Darkness and Xai.
Age: Actual 15
Appears around 19.
Gender: Male
Species:Human
Position: Neutral, but hes been touched by darkness a bit to much. so leans more towards evil. Swordsman/GunSlinger/Mage/Bounty Hunter
Powers: Leron has a natural affinity for magic and has a tatoo on his left arm that gives him increased physical strength and gives him a mild controll of Darkness. He also has the ability to open doors to the Darkness thanks to the darkness in his heart.
Drakolen- This spell will cause a dark aura to appear around Leron, increasing his speed and making his magical abilities for the next three posts. When he activates this spell, his tatoo glows crimson.
Crescedo of Flame- This spell can only be activated after Drakolen. Leron holds up his arms towards an enemy and 7 fireballs appear in a circle in front of him then are sent flying towards the enemy. He can change their course by waveing his arms around and they can be split into more fireballs or he can detonate them by thought.
Dark Intentions- This ability allows Leron to summon forth the darknes and weild it with deadly prescision. He can then bend shadows to his will and use them to atack the enemy or defend himself. He can aslo use dark firaga once this is activated.
Death by the Blade (Limit Break)- When he activates this he summons two of his blades, Fiora and Litrex,one in each hand. He enhances each weapon with darkness, then sprints at the enemy and decimates them with a flurry of powerfull slashes.
Weapon:Fiora and Litrex- These are two twin Katana that were given to him as a gift from his father. Each has a special ability, each bearing a different risk. Fiora can be activated and cut through anything for a short time but Leron can feel half of the damage given to an enemy. Litrex on the other hand can be activated and cut through an enemies life force while it eats away at Lerons own life energy.
Pain and Suffering- His twin handguns. Each is actually empty in terms of bullets. Each shot fire is a projectile of pure darkness that Leron forms just before it is fired. So, really he has rid himself of ther problem of having to reload every six shots.
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Appearance: Leron is 6 ft 6, slim but muscular and has features that make him well known with the ladies. His eyes are perfectly positioned on his handsome face and his lips are full.He has evenly tanned skin and black eyes. His hair is mid length, dirty blonde and it hangs over and around his face. He wears a necklace with an emerald on it around his neck and it hangs around his bare chest. He has a tatoo that runs up his arm and partialy onto his chest, although it is only noticable when he is using it. He wears a crimson and black leather jacket, with a hood covering most of his hair, that he wears open showing off his bare chest and chisled six pack. To cover his legs he wears crimson and black leather pants and black sneakers cover his feet. He wears a black ring on his left ring finger, a gift from his best friend. When he is using a spell his eyes will briefly turn Amber. It is unknown if this is an effect of the darkness in his heart or if he was born like that.
Personality:Leron is a very aloof person. In this instance, aloof refers to the fact he only cares about his own well-being. He is very sarcastic when he talks and swears alot. He enjoys destroying people psycologicly then moving in to kill the job, as he calls them. As a bounty hunter, he prefers to keeping his social life to a minimum. Although, ironicly, he cant stand it when he sees people being mugged on the street and has a deep hatred for Heartless and Nobodies. He also has a deep over confidence in his abilities.
In battle, he is somewhat sadistic, killing any he defeats, unless he needs to capture them alive or thinks they could be of use. The one person he cared deeply for was Lein. He still wears the black ring she gave him as a child.
Also, he takes great pride in his physique and milks the fact that he has a great body.
Original World: Spira
Current World: Traverse Town, searching for Malificant.
History:Leron grew up in Spria, worshiping the great Magisters of the Era, the great hero, Tidus and the Final Summoner, Yuna. His parents were both killed by the Entity Known as Sin at a young age, so he was taken in by his Uncle and Aunty and was brought up in a small village.
Over the years, he was trained in the Art of the Sword by his uncle and the Art of Magic by his Aunty. He became quite skilled in both areas and by the age of seven, he was able to fight on even terms with his Uncle and Aunty.He was told his skill was passed down from his own parents as they were both extraordinary fighters. He enjoyed sparring with his friends, but he would always win. Around this time he met his best friend, Lein and the two became extremely close. On his 10th birthday, she gave him a Black Ring, saying that as long as he wore it their hearts would always be connected. He also recieved his twin blades from his uncle, saying that his father would have wanted him to have them.
No sooner then a week later, he threw her off a cliff, killing her. The ring she had given him was corrupting him and making him do things hed later regret. He then began his descent into Darkness.
After he ended Leins young life, the people he once thought his friends shunned him and their parents demanded he be killed. During this time, he began to experament with firearms and accidentally shot the village elder, killing the old man and unknowingly putting his Uncle in the position of power. Once this happened the Villagers began hating him even more and by his 12th birthday, he had already been targeted for assasination over 30 times.
Slowly but surely, he began to resent the villagers for hating him, his Uncle and Aunty for not sheilding them from them and Himself for killing his best friend. He soon became suicidal and when the heartless began to invade Spira, he set out alone to face the army that was heading towards his village. He fought valiently, vanquishing a large chunk of the Horde, but it was to much for the now 13 year old boy, no matter how skilled he was. He retreated back toward the village, but was met with nothing but hate. The villagers banded together and beat him to the brink of death, abandoning him in what used to be their village.
Just as the heartless began to decend upon him, he was absorbed into the Darkness by a door to the Darkness he had somehow created. Inside there he absorbed some of the Dark energy which brought him back from the brink of death, but the darkness had already taken ahold of his heart, sleeping dormant for the next few years. He traveled around for the next 2 years, earning himself a name as a bounty hunter, before going to Traverse Town. Ever since then, Leron has been looking for any clues to the whereabouts of The Witch Malificant, the reasons are that she is the next 'Job'. It also appears he has an Alterior motive for this. What could it be?
Role Playing Sample: Rain poured down in the second district of Traverse town as a figure appearing to be nineteen walked down a near desserted street. This world was indeed strange. It was split up into three districts, each more dangerous then the other. To add onto that, it was night and friggen cold. Times like this made Leron wish he didnt have the perfect body, making it nessiscary for him to show it off.
His hood was drawn up, making the rain cause an awful racket around his head. his blonde hair was somehow getting drenched and stuck to his head. His hands were shoved into his pockets, providing minimal warmth for his near frosen fingers. His twin guns were strapped ton the black of his hips, each gun empty. He raised his head as he felt a sudden surge of darkness directly in front of him, his own dark heart reacting. Instinctively, he drew both firearms and pointed them towards the area at leats 20 heartless were forming.
Groaning, he spoke, his voice still slightly boyish, giving away his true age.
"Fucks sake. Its raining and now I have to fight these little pricks. If that witch didnt have such a high price on her head, I'd be gone."
He watched each creature move around untill they surrounded him. He raised his left arm and pushed back his hood, his mid length blonde hair spilling out, immediatly getting drenched in the intense downpour.
His eys flickered to movement and he ducked under a Shadows claw. He raised pain, a bullet of pure darkness burying itself in the ugly bug like beings chest, sending it crashing into two more. All three dispersed into darkness. He planted a well placed kick in anothers chest, sending it to the ground as he shot two more. He jumped over the remaining ones directly in front of him and turned around, counting sixteen more.
He placed his weapons back in his holster then held his hands at his side. A katana appeared in each one. A smile formed on the young mans lips as the heartless began their approach. With a grunt he sprang towards them, a yell of joyescaping his lips.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions? Uh ok thats that I hope lol
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