Fexra

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Name: Fexra


Nickname: Fex (given to self)


Age: 28 Days (15 years)


Gender: Male


Species: Humanoid Nobody (Assuming the slots are still open)


Position: Neutral / No Affiliation


Powers/Abilities/Techniques/Skills:
Corridor of Darkness: Being a Nobody, Fex is capable of using Corridors of Darkness.

Basic Training: In life, Fexra took basic Wado Ryu lessons, and in his time as a Nobody, has begun to practice what he learned in that time. Thus, his movements are rythmic, more like a dance than rigid fighting.

Sly Tongue: In his life, Fexra was skilled in saying one thing and meaning another; his wild chatter was filled with dark or dirty jokes, which would often land like a rock covered in snow. Even with his teachers, once the reality of what he'd said hit, laughter generally followed. Now, as a Nobody, he is still capable of speaking on multiple levels. (tl;dr: Fexra, if he'd remained human, may have been a good politician.)

(Limit Break) Silence of the Ages: Fexra harnesses his strongest memories- such as his death, his last birthday, his sister- to substitute the emotions that create Rage. He becomes enveloped with darkness, which can be shot as projectiles in the shape of a spear head. The amount of focus required to bring forth the fake emotions renders him thoroughly silent, potentially causing a headache or migraine.

Darkness Manipulation: Even in life, Fex found he functioned best in darker areas (both metaphorically and literally). As a Nobody, being naturally aligned with Darkness, he has minor control of it, allowing him to make his weapon (ze pointy stick) more potent. Outside of Silence of the Ages, he can wrap his shadows around his clothes to darken them, allowing him to more easily blend with dark areas.

Spiritual Immune System: The lack of a heart and time spent with his darker thoughts and emotions in life have built up a slight immunity to darkness, though prolonged traveling/use of it may still have ill effects. (Does not affect Magicka in anyway.)

Weapon/Items:

Sharp Pole/Shadow Edge: Sharp Pole- Due to not yet being affiliated with any large groups, Fexra has been forced to fashion his own weapon; a decent sized oak branch sharpened at the end. In his brief Wado Ryu training, he was taught to fight with a pole and his hands. When he finally managed to function on his own, and recalled losing his heart, he grabbed a stick from the ground on impulse, and has since sharpened it on concrete.

Shadow's Edge: When he is in need of a stronger weapon, Fex can form a spearhead and blade on his pole, allowing it to act as an axe of sorts, or a spear. Either way, the stick is only three feet long, and needs to be wielded carefully to avoid breaking it. This prevents Fex from using the weapon to block heavy attacks.

Red Hoodie: Perhaps as dear to him in life as his family, Fexra had a red hoodie given to him as a gift, one year prior to the loss of his heart. When he awoke as a Nobody, it was still present. When traveling via Corridors of Darkness, or sneaking about, he can use his own shadow to darken the color of his hoodie and other clothes, making him harder to spot. (Via Darkness Manipulation.)

Brown Journal: A journal for keeping track of the day-to-day things in life.

Old bag: An old, thin bag, which is pretty useless for anything seriously heavy.

Abandoned Room (Not really a possession): An old, dusty servant's quarters in Ansem's Castle, on the west wing, ground floor, facing Radiant Garden's streets and main town. Has a dusty bed and slightly rotten shelf for storage. Doors and most windows are barricaded from the inside, making it impossible to explore farther than the room itself.

Picture:

Appearance:
Fexra wears a red hoodie, the logo of which is missing. It has white cords for the hood, but is otherwise crimson in color. His pants have been stained black, though they may have always been, and come with deep pockets; along the trim of the pants is silver, which has further convinced him his clothes weren't always like this. He wears black sneakers with prominently silver trim, but with red lacing and designs along it, perhaps influenced by his memories.

Fexra has golden brown hair and pale skin, his eyes grayish blue, flecked with the same orange that many Nobodies have. He is somewhat toned, but comes off as thin rather than muscular due to his height and thin bones. He has high cheekbones and a pointy nose, and a bit of a big mouth and ears that make him resemble a monkey at times. Based on habits in life, he often retracts his lips into a line, rubs his head and face with the butt of his hands, and runs his hands through his hair depending on what a situation reminds him of. Many of these habits further his resemblance to a monkey, while others may make him look older than he is.

Finally, as a byproduct of becoming a Nobody, he has developed the mark of a Nobody on the top of his left hand, which is one of few peculiar physical changes Fexra has been able to notice. It isn't known why this occured, and was, perhaps, placed there by Refa, his Heartless, so that he could spot Fexra easily.

When sneaking about, he can wrap his clothes in darkness to make them darker, allowing him to hide more easily.

Personality: As a Human, Fexra was good natured, though short tempered. He was often sarcastic, a "calls it as I see it" kind of guy. For example, if you were being dumb, he'd remark on it insultingly. He was also deeply poetic at times, and recalls questioning his sanity and whether he was depressed or not. Likewise, he often questions his memories, wondering if his old mind changed them due to the so-called "Insanity." He has tried to stick to his morals from life, even though he doesn't fully understand them anymore, and is fully willing to argue his opinion and points when possible... Even if off topic.



Original World: Twilight Town
Current World: Radiant Garden


History:
In his human years, Fexra recalls being naturally good with tests, and thus doing decently in school. He was highly interested and Martial Arts, and had begun taking them a year prior to losing his heart- specifically the fluid, dance-like style called Wado Ryu, designed to take down opponents quickly and effortlessly by striking pressure points. He often had trouble making it to lessons, though, and thus learned only basic blocks, a stance, and a handful of other punches and movements.

He had a sister and mother, but the two of them constantly argued. His sister was virtually never home, and his mother was struggling to keep them alive. Eventually, his sister ignored orders and left town with a family friend, and the same day, just a week before Fexra's birthday, they were evicted from their apartment. His mother was put over the edge, lost in such a state of depression that she slipped into a coma. Fexra recalled trying to get her to authorities, someone who could help, but her body became enveloped in darkness, and before his eyes her heart left her body.

The last thing he recalls is the body changing, going after the heart and forming into a strange creature that attacked him, clawing at his chest. After that, he'd awoken in the streets of Radiant Garden. He was much the same, yet somehow different from his old self; his mind was fuzzy, the memories of his mother no longer fazed him. His hair had darkened from its blond color, and his skin had paled. His eyes had become darker, somewhat empty, yet at the same time primal. While the changes weren't drastic, he was no longer very recognizable.

In the time between his becoming a Nobody and his arrival at Radiant Garden, Fex remembers someone- a person a lot like him, or, rather, his old self- naming him. While it's all very fuzzy in his head...

Refa, the original Fexra, also became a Heartless upon being attacked by the Heartless of his Mother. That Heartless was fueled by last minute rage with his sister for practically abandoning them, at the management for evicting them, at himself for being weak, and at his mother for being weaker. Refa managed to continue an existence in Twilight Town, planning to wreak havoc on those that ruined his original life as a Heartless, until he could draw their hearts out for his own, less rage driven uses. In order to carry out his plans, he gave an identity to a look alike- his Nobody- based on a strange idea implanted deep within him. He added an X to his own name, jumbled it, and gave it to the doppelganger, Fexra. He then attempted to emblazon the Heartless symbol, as a sign of his presence, on Fexra's hand. The symbol became altered, however, taking the shape of a Nobody symbol, the Splintered Heart. Refa proceeded to send the Nobody away with a Corridor of Darkness, effectively removing one of few flaws in his plans.

In his first few days, Fexra wandered Radiant Garden without much thought, passing out wherever he stopped. Though these early memories are fuzzy, he recalls being attacked by both white and black creatures- especially the white ones, which seemed to be attracted to him. Mostly, he ran, though occasionally the mostly mindless Nobody managed to fight back, albeit fruitlessly.

At some point, Fexra found his way into some kind of pub, which he'd wound up sleeping in for a night, before leaving without paying. After that, he began to have more solid memories, and gathered enough sense to get away from the general public. The next time he saw the creatures attacking him, he began to recall his memories from his time as a human; at this point he began speaking, acting on his old ways rather than on (un)natural instinct.

In the days following, he'd fashioned a sort of spear-like weapon ("Sharp Stick,") and made a home out of a small room in the castle at the top of the town (Ansem's Castle.) Between that day (24) and now (28) he has mostly just fended off the white creatures attacking him, living off of potions and the like left by whoever had previously used the small room he was living in.

((Quick explanation: When I say he's in Ansem's Castle, I'm thinking of it like a legit castle. It's going to have some rooms off to the side not seen in game, and I'm writing it like he's busted into one on the ground level, not aware Heartless and Nobodies come here more than the town. Kind of a "All Nobodies like Castles, eh?" kind of thing.))

Role Playing Sample:

-Theoretical Day 28, True Consciousness-

Another one. Another stretched out little white creature in a jogger suit, banging on the window looking out towards that town, trying to get in and attack him. Just like those black ones- the ones that killed the woman... His mother, wasn't she? That was probably it, though that word had no meaning to him. Nothing did, anymore. He just noticed a kind of gaping hole where something should have been, but it wasn't. Not anymore. Just like when he looked at the red hooded shirt he wore, with the long sleeves, or performed the attacks he remembered. When he'd been human, he thought that, maybe, there was something called pride, or perhaps happiness, that was supposed to happen when he did those techniques right. Except, thinking of his mother, and his orphaned sister, he thought maybe the word was sorrow.

Sorrow. When he was sorrowful, he looked a lot like he did now. Except with liquid in his eyes. Tears. Crying had given him a feeling, back when he could feel, that he was pretty sure was a good one. But then... What was good? Not these things, trying to attack him like this. What did they want? He couldn't feel things, so maybe they wanted to teach him? Fat chance. He knew school had been boring. He'd say he hated it, but... Did he really hate anything? Was hate a feeling, or a thought? It was tiring, figuring that out.

CRACK!

Fexra looked up, attracted by the sound of the window shattering. The white thing was in, slithering through the air towards him. He was on his feet almost instantly, swinging his pole down in a wide arch at the creature. It collided, knocking the thing into the ground. Fex lunged forward, stomping on it until it seemed to stop trying to fight, then plunged his spear down through the opened hood of the thing, causing it to explode in a puff of strange smoke. "Man... Now I'll need to put something in front of this window, too. Pretty soon I'll lose my view of the town. Stupid hood things."

Fexra scratched his head. Where had that come from? Complaining about work, about losing his good view... Was that something that mattered to him? It must have been, at least as a human. Was he still human? Probably not. Humans made those faces- smiled and frowned- while he just remained passive. Was that the word? Passive? It seemed right, but...

"Well, whatever. I'll need to go into that town to find some food soon, though, and maybe something to fix this dumb window. Dumb... I like that one..." He looked at where the hooded white thing had been, and tried on a smile. Maybe he looked dumb, or half hearted, but at least he was trying. "Dumb hooded thing. You're dumb!" He sighed. Dumb. Maybe it wasn't the harshest word he'd used as a human, but it seemed okay to use here, in privacy. Another one! Privacy. His memories were getting easier and easier to recall by the day.

Fex crossed his arms, mimicking a stance he'd once used to appear confident to a new group of kids he'd been talking with, a few weeks before losing his heart. He spread his feet a bit, then stared up at the ceiling, his chin tilted and hair laying back on his head, against his hood. Blood rushed through his brain, giving him a sense of warmth. "I'll pack a bag for my journal just in case I'm gone longer than a few minutes. I wouldn't want someone knowing about my past... Just in case I had an enemy or something. Besides, I should probably jot down the name of this place while I'm down there." He nodded his head back into its correct position, grabbed a small bag that he'd woken up with in his early days, and shoved a small brown book into it, along with the twig and black goo he'd been writing in it with.

All packed, the Nobody slipped through the newly busted window, improvised weapon resting on his shoulder, and set off towards the town... Garden something, if he remembered right. Which he probably didn't.

((Out of boredom, I'm writing a little more.))

-Day 3, Dim Memories-

"I can't have another me running around, can I?"

Refa stood with his feet slightly apart, arms folded behind his back. Unlike Fexra, he'd changed quite a bit upon the death of their Human self, to the point of looking three years older, and much more beastly. His hair was dark, just barely brown, and rested well below his shoulders. His skin was a darker shade, and his eyes orange-red. Of course, that was easy to conceal with glasses, and in life, their somebody had had few close friends. No one would know the difference. But, if this much more age-accurate version of him was left running about...

No. Then Refa would lose access to that girl, his Sister, and the others... Those 'friends.' This Nobody had to be dealt with, before his mind solidified. And so here he was, looking his old body up and down, a dark smirk on his face. The Nobody seemed lax, dangling a three foot long branch in his right hand, as if as a weapon. Testing the Other, Refa stepped forward, and saw its arm twitch, ready to strike. His smirk became a smug smile, glaring down at the Nobody.

"...Refa... You'd probably remember your name, if I wait too long. And if it's too different, you'd probably figure it out... Afer? No. Too obvious... Fear, perhaps? Faer? Fera... If only our name had been Refal, I could call you Feral... Maybe... Yes, that could work. An X. The unforeseen variable... Fexra! Shall I spell it out for you?" Refa's face became smug, as he snatched his Other's stick away, then pointed at the dirt. There he drew out F-E-X-R-A. After a few seconds, his Other- Fexra- looked up, a spark of life in his dull eyes.

Refa tossed the stick back at him, and as Fexra went to grab it, dug his nails into the Nobody's inferior hand- the Left- and let a trickle of magick pass between them, carving the symbol that had ingrained itself in the back of his head- the one that was burned onto his chest. The symbol of a Heartless. And yet, somehow, the symbol became splintered, changing in shape before finalizing itself, like a tattoo of sorts.

The Heartless shrugged, shoving Fexra backwards. In the same movement, he formed a Corridor of Darkness, which the Nobody tumbled into. And that took care of problem number one.