Xaria Lock

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Name: Xaria Lock


Nickname: Lock


Age: I appear around fourteen, and yet I am four-hundred and six


Gender: Female


Species: Nobody


Position: Neutral


Powers:

Basic Information: Lock may seem slim and lanky, but she can pack a lethal punch when she is enticed, making her at least have the basic fundamentals of hand-to-hand combat. Lock however was not born to be a muscle-man, instead she was given the skills of speed and stealth, making her hard to hit and find. She has an abnormal pain threshold, she doesn't like to admit her pain nor can she feel it as dramatic as others, but it does not mean her body doesn't take the damage. It just means her pain doesn't stop her from fighting, even if her body is about to collapse from exertion. She also isn't a constant fighter, she hates to fight, so normally if you get in her way she'll disappear before you have enough time to grasp her in your hands.

Regeneration: Lock is able to regenerate any cuts, bruises, scrapes, etc. that is inflicted upon her. However, she is unable to turn the power off, so if she gets injured too much, the power will sap her energy to the point that could cause her to fade or for her to go into a deep sleep.

Cloning: Lock can create copies of herself that are not only holograms, hallucinations, or thin air, but actual bodies. They are exact remnants of herself, they act like her, walk around like her, talk like her, etc. Whatever she does her clones do at the exact time, so it is hard to tell which one is the true Lock. However, the cons to this power is that the more clones she creates, the less she has any remembrance of who she truly is. Basically, the more clones that she makes, the harder it is to sap them up once more, but also, to remember who she truly is and what she is like. She loses part of herself when she gives out a clone, and although when you destroy one it does not affect her, making them do.

Darkness: The title is pretty self explanatory. Lock is able to control the darkness around her, and bend it to her will. She normally uses it for her to travel from place to place, such as different worlds which is helpful to her and others. She can also hide herself in the shadows, making her unable to see until she appears from behind you and stabs you in the back. The most profound thing she can do with this power is that she can infuse the darkness into her weapon, making it much larger and stronger, allowing her to take a bit of your life force every time she hits you and draws blood. The cons to this is that she loses her life force as well. Being that the power is more powerful than many can handle, she accepts the fact that the more she uses it, the less time she has to live. This power is her last resort.

Dark Blood: Her blood becomes a black color, giving her control over what it does and what it can do. When she is given a cut the blood will drop to the floor and she will be able to sharpen it like individual needles into the opponent, so at that time you don't want to spill her blood. The cons to this power is that she is not an endless blood supplier, and she cannot keep reforming each drop of blood that is spilled. Also, the black blood contaminates her soul, the only she has left that makes her somewhat human, and turns it dark and twisted little by little.


Weapon: ʄαʃʃε ɳ - A scythe that is made of a rare metal that can cut through stone, asphalt, anything it comes into contact with. It is inscribed with ancient writing that only Lock is able to read, for she had wrote it herself. The metal is pure black, the writing is bright silver and digs into the blade only slightly. It can only be handled by Lock, for she has attached it to her soul and can call it and make it disappear by will. When Lock infuses her darkness into it the blade becomes unable to hit, as in, when you touch it your hand goes through. However, it is still able to inflict major damage. It is used by being slashed through the air, it cannot slip completely though a body so easily, but if given full contact it will cut into the body severely.

Blade: Nine to Ten Feet
Handle: Around four or five feet
Language Inscribed: Unknown
Created by Whom: Believed to be Lock, but still Unknown
Metal: Unknown

Picture:
Lock

Appearance: Lock is at the height of 5 '7" and she weighs at the small amount of one-hundred and nineteen pounds. She has a pale complexion and a face smooth to the touch, including her skin that holds no scars. She has bright magenta eyes that remind you of roses, but when you look into them, you will see nothing but the endless depths that hold you in, and let you become lost in the never ending dark pink that you can never sort through. Her lips, a dark scarlet, are flushed and small, cute and soft and make you want to brush your fingers against them, to test how soft they are. Her dark brown hair falls down to her hips and waves slightly as it falls down. Her hair is tinted with a dark magenta and blue, bringing out the color of her eyes a bit more.

Lock's outfit is a black corset hat has no sleeves and starts out just below her shoulders and just above her hips. In the middle, there is an opening where a criss - cross of a white ribbon makes little x's until the corset ends. The black corset is covered in silver patterns Victorian style, faded leaves and the sort with long vines swirl and curl around it like it is truly alive. Under the corset is white bandages that cover up the entire area and stop just above her belly button. Bandages are also loosely wrapped around her arms and legs. She wears a small tutu like skirt, that puffs out but is ripped and black, layered under the end of her corset and ending a few inches above her knees. She wears no shoes.

She carries around a stuffed cat, one eyes a button while the other is an eyepatch. It is black, ( A favorite color of hers as you can see ) and does not contain fur but just soft black fabric. It seems to be tattered, old and damaged, but she holds onto it as if it is her life like a child and it's blanket. Un-creative with names, she called it "Patch".


Personality: Lock although childish looking on the outside, is truly very mature. It may have come with age, but even that is unsure. She clings to no one but herself, she hates to reach out to others and show true emotion. She finds companions and friends to bring her down, well that is what she says, but truly she is afraid to hurt them, danger them, or upset them in any way. She's lonely, but hates pity and will not admit it. She pushes people away with cold words and empty gazes, and does not tolerate being pried into for her secrets.

She is one of the most secretive people alive, she is even reluctant to say her name at times. She's deceiving as well, you can believe that she is your friend but when it comes to her life or yours, she will choose herself. She hates to cry, afraid it shows weakness and she will be made fun of by others. She doesn't take many people seriously, she thinks of all of them as "children" and she shouldn't be bothered by them. She's strong, but once you find what she truly desires or wants, she will break down.

She trusts very harshly, you do something wrong and she will cast you away. But if you are persistent, truly want her as a friend, at first she will classify you as a pest, but slowly and surely she will warm up to you and start fully trusting you. Once she does, she will never leave your side, never lie to you, and will sacrifice her entire being to ensure your safety. She is also incredibly patient, but she hates to fight others and normally flees from the battle scene. If you finally break her patience and show her ferocious anger, you have just unleashed a beast.

She fears being alone, but she is alone anyway with the only company of her stuffed animal because she is afraid to reach out. She also fears being forced into a side, and the Organization who search for strong Nobodies to add onto their ranks. She does not want to be apart of them, no not at all. She wants to be held by someone, told that she matters, for someone to truly love her. But she thinks it to never happen, ever.



Original World: Twilight Town
Current World: She roams however she starts out in: The World That Never Was


History: Like all Nobodies, she was once human, the memories somewhat foreign and untouchable to her, the emotions she wishes to have that are only memories of them now. She might think she has emotion, but it is only the memories that made them semi-real.

She was born an orphan, or at least that is what she remembers because she can't truly remember any parents being around her, but she lived a happy, simple life. She played with the kids around her age in Twilight Town, they did puzzles, games that seemed so irritating and stressful than and now that she looks back upon it she sees them as such simple things. But it was one day as she was playing that she became angry and yelled at her friends, causing them to panic and become mad at her, saying they didn't want to be her friend anymore. Leaving her alone, where she was not allowed to see them any longer, she roamed the town with nothing but regret on her mind.

For days she walked around, and for months the memories of happy times plagued her mind. It was at that time darkness started eating at her pure heart, twisting it and eating it all until she was not a human anymore. Instead, she turned into a Heartless, her human heart disappearing from her forever. However, her will was great, for she had heart of heartless and did not wish to become a weakling, so she fought long and hard to not become such a weak thing that could be defeated so easily by Keyblade users and the like. And because of it, she became a Nobody, roaming the World That Never Was with the memories of her friends, playing, care-free, saddening her each time she thought of it.

The Organization, she was afraid of since the very first time she appeared there. She did not want to be a toy, put into a group that only used the people among their ranks for a "greater purpose", when only it was a facade to hide the truth among the hostility and greed it truly held. She wanted nothing of such a thing, but knowing that they were like her, yearning for a heart, she found no urge to hurt them, either. But than Lock was weak. She barely had control of the power she had woken up with darkness, and tried to bide it to her will. But it only laughed at her.

Frustrated, she set out to find a weapon just for her, something she could be proud of, when she found a strange metal that peaked her curiosity. The image of a weapon she had always wanted in her head, for days she worked on it, trying to bend the metal to her will and form it as she liked. When she finally finished, she was delighted and trained with it day and night, with little improvement. But stubborn, she soon found control, and with that control, came the strength to control her powers. It seems that each century she finds something new, and it just adds on to how dangerous she is.

Not having really any alliance or anywhere to go, she looks for humans and watches them, missing the emotions and simple worries she used to contain.




Role Playing Sample: The waves lapped up at the shore, the sand drifted away and out into the endless sea, the darkness forever keeping the endless ocean dark and lifeless, like a body of water that contained nothing but darkness. No stars filled the sky but an empty moon, it's face looking down upon the woman who sat on the cool sand, her eyes rolled back into her head, the whites only showing with the blood stained around her. But Lock knew this was not a true thing, it was only a dream her mind had conjured, to scare her like a nightmare. But it could not, not anymore, not when she knew Death wasn't so simple. Not anymore.

Lock's fragile, thin soft fingers came to wipe dark brown hair out of her magenta eyes, as she looked out to the sky that seemed like nothing but a reflection of darkness. All she could see was the swirling of blue and black waiting for her to reach up and be caught in it, captured by it's depths and pulled in, never to return. But she could not reach the sky, nor did she wish to, with its claws bared at her body, its eyes always watching her from above. Was the sky like a God? Or was she just hallucinating, being paranoid once again?

Where would she go today, of all places, watching the children roam so happy and free, their arms linked with each other as they held bright smiles upon their faces. Their worries were like nothing to her: if they would be able to return home at curfew, if their friend was upset, the did not do their homework, while Lock worried if she was allowed to live, if she could live, and to be hidden where the eye could not see. She did not wish for people to know of her existence, she wanted to be forgotten, like the air that was everywhere, but ignored and not seen. She wanted people to forget her, to leave her alone where she could not hurt them. Where she was able to only care for herself, and not worry every passing second on whether or not she said the right words to a certain someone.

But that was not the point. She needed the freedom, the feeling of knowing that she did not burden others, and they did not burden her. Did not get in the way of her opinions, cursed her mistakes and ignored what she felt. If she felt anything, that is. They were only memories, memories of feelings that her heart had once contained, but they were truly no more. To be a Nobody, you have no heart, no container of feelings that are supposed to be there. The memories are the only memories of who you were, and who you could still be. Like a reminder that you were not that smiling, happy girl linking arms with her friends, but the girl who pretended that she still was, even with no one that could grab her hands. To be Alone.

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