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Post by mallorywillows240 on Sept 30, 2007 9:48:21 GMT -4
Name: Braig Nickname(optional): Brig, Bragger
Age: 19
Gender: Male (Last I checked, Xigbar wasn't a girl either >>)
Species: Heartless
Position: Evil, and he's extremely loyal to the Dark XII.
Powers: Braig has an extremely well developed ability to use his gift of telekenisis, and is very resourceful with it. He can balance multiple objects with his mind at a time, and he can hold concentration, even with a lot of noise in the background. He does have a pressure point that stops his powers for 15 minutes, but I'm not telling you all...yet
He also is a master of the drunken kung-fu style (Well, not quite drunken...more like sugar-high...but it holds a huge resemblence to drunken-style kung fu). His unpredictability is his number one strength, and it suits him very well in this martial arts style. But, this great strength comes at two prices. Number 1, HUGE hangovers, and Number 2, it can completely disturb his concentration, making it impossible for him to use telekenisis for a couple of days.
Weapon: Whatever is at hand, and whatever can catch the opponent off guard.
Picture(optional):
Appearance: Braig has somewhat-thick shoulder length black hair that he lets hang loosely. His eyes are a burning shade of yellow. Braig's height is about 6' 2". He usually wears his favorite hoodie, which is off-white with age and has orange sleeves. Under said sweatshirt, he usually wears a t-shirt with a funny saying on it, depending on what day of the week is it. Example: Monday = A shirt with a picture of a disgruntled chibi saying, 'I hate Mondays...' Tuesday = A shirt that says on the chest area, 'I guess you can see I'm a guy'....and so on, and so forth. Braig also wears baggy camo-pants with several pockets, carrying various sodas and sweets in them.
Personality: Braig is the epitome of a frat boy, being an immature and rebellious punk, and a huge prankster as well. His overactive imagination and cunning thinking is great for close-combat and missions, especially in tight spots. He's also very resourceful, which is definently a plus. Braig is also incredibly good at planning underground parties for the group without Ansem knowing and totally killing him (XD). He is also extremely loyal, playful, and friendly (wow, I think I just described a dog XD) Braig often talks like a 'surfer dude', which can get on the nerves of most. But, Braig knows his skills, and is more than a little boastful about them, thus earning his nick name, Bragger. He's also very immature and often laughs at stuff that shouldn't be laughed at. Braig can also devote more time to pranks than work for the Dark XII, and he doesn't always know when to stop annoying others. He doesn't always get the concept of risk, and that an usually be his downfall. Braig is also one who can't stand the thought of bing alone. He needs the feeling of others backing him up, even if they aren't physically present. He can be terribly cold to those who betray the group that he is so devoted to, and those moments are some of the (very few) moments that Braig is serious.
History/Background: Braig was created when Xigbar was 'born'. Soon, he joined Ansem's Dark XII, mostly because he was lonely and didn't know what else to do. Braig loved the planning and strategizing he did as a superior in the group, and the pranks he got to pull on the the other members. But most of all, he loved that he wasn't alone. Braig adored and cherished the thought of having allies, people he could rely on with all of his (non-existant) heart. Never did he think that anyone could possibly betray the group and help the enemy, though.
That's when it happened.
He didn't believe the news at first, when he heard that Larene had healed 'Them', 'them' meaning Sora, Donald, and Goofy. Braig was shocked and disturbed by this news. He sarted to wonder if any of the other members would betray the cause, or if Larene would stoop lower next time. The heartless shuddered at the thought. It was a horrible thought, true, but it could be a reality. Ever since, Braig hasn't confided in anyone about his important ideas, or at least, not all the details...
Role Playing Sample: It wasn't true, was it? But he had just heard it.
Larene was helping 'Them'.
Holy crap, Braig thought, It can't be right! I must have heard Ansem wrong!
But this meant that Larene might betray the XII again...maybe more treacherously...she might even let 'Them' into the castle. Or maybe...just maybe, there's another member who's helping 'Them'. No, that's unthinkable...but, he did think of it, after all.
"I can't believe this...", Braig sighed sadly, "I doubt I can trust...anyone..."
Braig shuffled his way back to his room, not taking his eyes off his feet that scuffed the floors. Each step he took seemed to bring a new thought of betrayal from the others. Perhaps Even would be next...or Eleaus...or even Ansem himself....
No....scratch the Ansem part..., Braig thought
Soon, he found himself in his room. He slammed the door behind him, then crashed himself onto his bed. Braig felt angry all of a sudden. He clenched his fist, almost drawing blood from where his nails dug into his skin. Then, Braig let his hand rise up, just to slam it into the pillow. Soon, he found himself hitting the pillow again...and again...and yet, again....
