Name: Aros
Organization XIII Nickname: "Little One" (usually brought around in an attempt to talk down to him.)
Age: Sixteen, although; after the extraction, aging no longer affects him.
Gender: Male
Species: Heartless
Position: Evil
Organization XIII Position: Lackey
Powers: Aros has the ability to control darkness in every manner. He can craft items from it, or simply turn it into a blast, or even a barrier for protection purposes or something of the manner.
Weapons: This heartless has thick claws, about the size of a chocobo’s talons, that he can call upon when in battle, they will sprout of of his knuckles and appear through the gas in his gloves. Like Roxas, he shares Sora's ability to wield keyblades, his keyblades are Hidden Truth and Sustained Deception (as shown below).
Hidden TruthAbility: Visualize
Effect: Causes the eyes to open, granting a slight power boost with each one.
Hidden Truth has three smaller eyes can open during battle, when they do small jolts of energy and strength are released into Aros' body, when all 5 of the keyblades eyes are open Aros is at his maximum strength level, he wields this keyblade in his right hand.
Sustained DeceptionAbility: Primal Insincts
Effect: Raises the wielder’s strength, making their actions more animalistic.
This blade grants Aros increased strength by nature. It makes him more aggressive and blood thirsty, causing him to attack more on primal instinct rather than logical thinking. When it is summoned alongside Hidden Truth, the two act as one, causing the bandages to unravel slightly, connecting itself to Hidden Truth, having them act like a flail of sorts. He wields this keyblade in his left hand.
Picture(optional):Appearance: Aros is merely a copy of Sora. His skin has forever been shrouded in darkness, making him appear as if he is vanishing into mist to the naked eye. He has a rather small body frame, as you can tell by his arms and legs. His hair is much like Sora's except it is pitch black, his eyes are the most recognizable part of his whole body, they are florescent yellow and glow with an eerie yellow light, making them very recognizable when he is in the darkness. He wears a silver crown necklace attached to a silver chain that he wears along his neck. The crown has a large crack going down the middle, and has his name messily engraved on the back.
He wears a small black zipped hooded t-shirt that have white trim along the sleeves overtop of a black muscle shirt which he tucks into his shorts. His shorts are black rather baggy, and reach to below his kneecap. They have four belts attached, he wears them in the mid-upper portion of his shorts that weave through the fabric and attach at the back. The other two are located on the inside portion of the shorts, where his two legs meet, they are wrapped there and are noticeable from the front and back. His shorts have large side pockets, which are black, that Aros keeps handy items in. The gloves that cover his palms are black with white trim and cut off at his mid-knuckles and have crisscrossing belts that intersect in the middle of his palms. The only difference in Aros' gloves and Sora's is that Aros' have been torn because of his claws; the gloves are like this for easy access to his only defense. His shoes are black with a silver sipper going across the middle of the shoe; these shoes have two belts on each.
Personality: Aros is quite self-centered; he only cares about allowing himself to further discover his true self. Through all of his searching he has grown quite self-reliant, he never grew up with anyone he could call 'friend' or any kind of a family-figure. Much like Sora he is very strong-minded, and will allow little help from anyone. Aros loves to do nothing more than to manipulate people for his own benefit, power is key to him, the more things he can control the better. He trusts his word and thoughts the most; unless something makes absolute sense to him he will not believe it. He knows that if he could get himself here, he can get himself out, or allow him to advance further.
Original World: The World That Never Was
Current Residing World: The World That Never Was
History/Background: Aros is Sora's heartless, (however, he does not know it) when Sora gave his heart to Kairi he turned himself into a heartless. Once he turned back they all believed that he was back to normal. However, once you create a heartless, it is not very easy to disown.
A small fragment of that darkness stayed within Sora’s heart, and it stayed within him, even through the joining of Roxas and the seperation process. However, in that one night where Xemnas tore Number Thirteen out of Sora he spotted something, the little bit of darkness.
Later on he approached Vexen, demmanding that he knew what it was. The scientist confirmed that it was indeed the small darkness that lived in Sora’s strong and vast heart. Xemnas then had Vexen recreate it, giving it a form and properties that the original keyblade wielder had. Thus, came the creation of Aros, a mere experiment of the Organization; his intentions were moulded to serve the Organization at all costs. If Aros ever were to turn away, a glinter of Sora showing through, all that it would take was a mere command of one of the Organization members to turn him back. His eyes would turn a silver colour, his speech more dark, like a mere puppet and the member being the puppeteer.
He went on his life living and training with the Organization, oblivious to where it was he came from, whenever he asked they would reply with ‘It’s for your own good that you don’t know’, Aros never questioned that. The only hint that the Organization had given him was the necklace that he wore, the messily carved ‘AROS’ written on the back.
Role Playing Sample: Aros was sitting on the top of the skyscraper again; he always went here to clear his mind. Lately, thoughts had been swimming in his mind, 'What if I can't find the truth?' or 'Maybe I'm not to exist at all.' those questions still followed him. He had branded himself as an outcast, accepting help from no one, always by himself. Solitude, it was the only thing that he had in his life that he was certain about, no matter how much he questioned himself or ran, solitude would always find him.
He stared off into the starry sky; it seemed so dark, yet these little beams of light were able to shine through the darkness. He smirked,” Even though there is light, there is mostly darkness.”. Those were the words he had lived by, if he couldn't be good he would be bad, he believed that darkness held the power for him to find his true self. This skyscraper, he felt a connection with it, as if he had been here before. It was the first building he saw through the alley, it was all lit up with lights. It was the brightest place he had seen in this world. Perhaps, light...could exist in darkness.