Name: Neige. Nobody's name : Xelcest
Nickname: Snow's daughter
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Species: Nobodie
Position: Darkness
Powers: Snow using :
Passive technique:
- Friends of darkness Xelcesté can control some non-isolated hearts, telepathically. They are then wrapped with a thin layer of frost and will be a white. Xelcesté can control only two non-core at a time, because it requires great concentration and a lot of energy on his part. The girl can not do anything until it control these monsters. Incompatible with the Wandering snow.
- Perception of auras: Xelcesté perrcevoir can get the short distance and differentiate.
- Handling Rapier : Allows to manipulate a rapier.
- Snow Maiden: Xelcesté can control the element snow in full, and to a small extent, the elements water and ice. Can create, destroy, modeling, user snow at will. Causes a resistance to cold and weak to the element fire. This also implies the use of snow in the same light as the spell "glacier."
Technical support:
- Chaos snow: Covers the floor and walls with a thick layer of snow. This technique strengthens Xelcesté giving it two in magic power, but reduces the speed of all people present (including allies and Xelcesté) of 1, except're resistant to that element.
- Cura : Allows Xelcesté to heal wounds by launching a medium snowball curative.
- Multiplication Cold Xelcesté launches a snowball in the air, which explodes, blinding all enemies. When the light returns to normal, a score of ice statues bearing the image of Xelcesté appeared. Xelcesté changed his body was covered in snow and among them, to hide ... Unless the enemies are not the first time. Prevents any movement on the part of Xelcesté, for fear of being identified.
Ultimate technique:
- An Angel in the snow: Override. If Xelcesté is in danger of death, this technique is triggered automatically. Xelcesté rises into the air, close your eyes, and a blinding flash filled the room. When the light returns to normal, not like before Xelcesté: It took the strength of an angel, made entirely of snow. Chaos snowy technology is automatically activated. A snowstorm covers the protagonists. The rapier spins around the "angel" of snow now and then attacking the opponents. Xelcesté, white solid, stagnant in the air by attacking with peaks of ice, snow or blowing a spear, taking the shape of the keyblade, doubled and enclosed in a layer of ice. As at the time, the temperature drops more, the winds intensified, and Xelcesté is gradually gaining in strength. However, this technique is not used lightly: Once defeated, the girl has no other solutions to flee in a deplorable state of energy. However, if the opponent is leaking Xelcesté gets away without any gaps ... A technique that resembles the so toss in a lot more active ... And dangerous.
Weapon: A rapier. ^^
Picture: 
Appearance: Xelceste. Celest's Nobody. If its nobody, then she looks like her physically in any case, in very many points. Xelceste is therefore seen as a young girl, looking rather frail, aged fifteen years. Speak in figures: It measures approximately seventy feet and weighs a little fifty kilograms. Physically, the woman can raise the tens of kilograms. By cons, its capabilities are far more valuable on the move: In combat, the style is to Xelcesté wheels, flips and rolls to move from breakneck speed. Not counting the mini-portals, which allow, to some extent, Xelcesté to move quickly in the combat zone.
The girl wears a dress relatively simple: a long white coat covering almost all of his body, gloves, a relatively soft leather, and white boots of the same material. Her coat is composed of a long piece of fabric down to his knees, a woven nylon material close. It is cut by a large zipper flanked by a line of snow-white buttons on the right. The coat also has a soft hood, the interior is covered with wool. After his sleeves are two zippers to ten centimeters, barely visible, the need to tighten the standard uniform of Zephyr. The same zipper is present in white leather boots. His hood can be tightened by means of two small strips of fabric.
The hands are nicely sculpted Xelcesté. Her skin, a sickly white, perfectly devoid of scars. Her long slender fingers, like the fingers of a pianist immersed in the Letter to Elise, a beauty hidden beneath involved need to reach near-telling of hemoglobin, a body to pull or tear a heart ... But this kind of desire must always be suppressed, forgotten ... To highlight a few moments later, enjoying the happy warmth of fresh blood! What delight, what joy, O joy! This blood ... This essence of life, a red so soothing ... Or not ... This white stained with fresh blood, blood red, black blood ... As a deep breath before plunging back into the river of peace ...
Personality: Well, not much to say on this side ... Apart from that is a real danger Xelcesté public, a kind of psychopathic monster hungry for blood and guts ... Blood, hemoglobin, tripe, that's what his hunting trophies. She piled on the edge a few blood vessels in her ... These tanks will be counted in dozens. Kill. The desire to kill. The will to kill. The joy of killing ... And hurting. The pain was exquisite flowing fluid on the corner of his lips. She watered it greedily, and had a growing thirst ... The suffering of others was so delicious ... It could be physical, but emotional suffering was so much more rewarding ...
Xelcesté was desperate to satisfy his thirst for pain. Including handle for other shred each other, and there was happiness in almost enjoyable. Xelcesté is truly a living monument to hate and love, and a building of madness. Ah ... What a joy to warm the hands with the warmth of the blood disease ... What a joy to paint with the blood of his victims ... What a joy to totally destroy what is left of them ... Oh, what joy ... And the cries and complaints, and pleas ... The sweetest melody that is in his ears ... What a shame to have to end this symphony of a keyblade shot in the head, neck or ... The small bones cracking therefore put an end to the most beautiful music in the world ... The theme of death ...
... Anyway ... Nothing special ...
Original World: Long Mirage
Current World: N/A
History:Long Mirage ...
Long Mirage ...
These two words always resound, return, accompanied by the sweet melody ethereal, barely audible, the few flakes that dance around me. With them is a story that comes to mind. This story is mine, obviously. But as a story still has many players, it also concerns other girls, we can call Celeste, Amber, Nathalie. In fact, this story is about a world, an entire generation. The climax of a local imbalance between light and darkness, I tried to recover. But who am I, you say? In this world, was called Snow Hyllia. But my official name was Zephyr, Zephyr Xelcesté. I was at that time, an antipode. If this term is foreign to you, know that when a person dies of Long Mirage, his heart was broken into two. One of the items concentrated in the most light, and the other darkness. Qu'Antipode as I inherited the dominant party to dark. Celeste, she kept the other party in it. It was in Long Mirage I was born in an early learning center, capsule number two. When I awoke, a girl with hair fall, named Amber, I was greeted by telling me that Celeste, a girl with whom I was related, had fled the room. It was also at that time she gave me the first name that is still mine today. After some time, I found out Celeste, white as a sheet, trembling like a leaf. We returned to the building, waiting for the rain ... Then we moved to Long Mirage, in Amber.
Gradually, a dictator came to power. It began to accuse the opposite evils of the city, including the lack Luminite, the energy of the city. A tense atmosphere took place in the city. Between guerrillas and security forces opposite rebels surrendered some areas, such as the industrial area and the docks, completely unlivable. We had to install in the inner, more still held by the police. Being sought as an antipode, I had to hide among my associates. These non-plus were not spared: Amber was sought because of his sexual orientation. Indeed, the government had become homophobic and bisexuality Amber did not go unnoticed. As for Celeste, she was wanted for having defended an antipode in the street. Gradually, we we organized to fight for equal human and antipodes. We had to do this, we infiltrate in areas of government number two: A scientist, appointed by the simple prefix "Doc" to retrieve some documents. There, we learned two things: First, Doc used the poles as guinea pigs for experiments in robotics. Finally, he amused himself by recovering the souls of the living, to instill in the clones he created, the receptacles without emotions. One of them had already received a soul. And she looks exactly like the sister Celeste ... And therefore mine. As for Amber, it was love at first sight. We could not stop to take this girl with us. She woke up later, and is named Nathalie. When we returned to Long Mirage, the city was devastated by civil war. It was to live for some time, between shots of the two factions. Finally, I have made. Doc grabbed, locked in his quarters. He attached to an operating table, I welded two strong wings in the back. He then threw her out, waiting to see what would be the experience. And no one came to help me. Neither heavenly nor Amber or Natalie. They dropped me ... Despite what they said. They lied, they totally made fun of me. So I turned to my fellow men. The antipodes. I stole the diamond Esperides of the Luminite purest. I tried to remove humans from the face of Long Mirage. Using light energy to force the star of darkness crashing over the city ...
But Celeste has done everything to fail. I did not want to face it ... But she forced me. I faced a part of myself.
And lost.
Here I am in this world to night colors. I do not know his name. But I know it is the first step towards full equality between the antipodes, or "imitations", and humans.
A world where each person would share a single heart, universal.
My world.
Role Playing Sample: Translation of a old RP...
A few footsteps. A breath in the silence of darkness. Some light blonde and white in the blue of the night. It works without interruption, in the mists and shadows. Before it, this castle. Huge towers, its creepy gargoyles, threatening its doors. The few stars that shone that night, seemed themselves intimidated by the morbid air of the castle which faced the young antipode. The latter, as if to prove to the world that this castle did not alarm him, spread his wings two towering metal, which dropped the little squeak characteristic of gear. Two lights were felt, one light and one dark. Soon they vanished, revealing the two arms of the Daughter of the Snows: The Keyblade, blade of darkness, mower harvester smiles and sighs. And in his right hand a sword of light, whose custody was a snowflake: Giver of hope, this weapon, that Neige had long forgotten, had suddenly resurfaced, as a painful memory of his past in Long Mirage. All the young line could have positive was concentrated in the gun, this blade refined ... All she had was darker took place in his keyblade ... Again, the universal equation was verified. Light was only darkness and shadows that were pure. But it? Which none was it? Which side of the barrier that humanity called "moral" the young Neige was she? Was it necessary to pander to that loved to be men, or should it diminish their level? Using evil to defeat evil? Ignoring, for him to lose all power to reduce it to non-being? For several years, Neige has chosen his path. She struggled, she fought and would fight until the end of his life. She was certain: Neither the salty tears or crying acids, and blood bitter nor sweet cries would do the reverse. But ... And if it was wrong? And if violence lead nowhere? No. She had tried to talk, she had failed. And it was heavenly itself had sent her six feet under, at the time. Be of its own. Xelcesté let out a cry of rage. His hands shook a little more his two deadly blades, while accelerating pace. Gradually, the march turned into a trot, then run ... Some heartless appeared on deck, only to disappear almost instantly in the hopes or despair of the Daughter of the snows. Soon they became too strong and too numerous for the girl to stop in a reel. She stopped. Surrounded. Frozen in her hatred, she leaps into the air, and threw both arms to the ground, which planted a few millimeters from each other. Clash of the tools of death with that of the ground covered with a thick layer of frost. The antipode fell gracefully grabbed both arms and began to turn in on itself, with outstretched arms. The heartless closest could not resist repeated attacks so quickly, and collapsed into darkness. The girl then began to turn on itself Stroke: Every time she accelerated, two blades of ice escaped from its metal blades to come knocking violently beings of darkness, which extinguished, sliced net in two. Neige jumped back into the air, and turned head downwards: Blades forward, it suddenly struck it. Three blades of ice formed, turning slowly around Xelcesté, away from it, to strike the last remaining non-core and destroy them. The girl closed her eyes a moment, on the ground. She breathed slowly ... His physical heart calmed down. She stood up and approached the castle.
Neige opened the door and entered the hall.
Questions/Comments/Suggestions? Okay... I'm French. So please be indulgent with my english ^^'. I had to use google translation for physic and mental... Sorry >.<
