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gaia username : Darcotomy-hime.

| name : |  Larxene.
| age and birthday : | 19, on April 16th.  
| race : | Nobody. 
| gender : | Female.
| orientation : | Bisexual.
| beloved : |  No one, at the moment. And it'll be a cold day in hell that she'd ever let on that she liked someone. Probably.

| backstory : | Larxene was one of the most active participants in the failed attempt to overthrow Organization XIII from the bottom-up. She conspired with Marluxia in Castle Oblivion, but their plans ultimately failed, due to Sora and his friends. She died whilst fighting Sora, shortly before the project to take control of the Organization failed entirely.
| when the kid gloves are off : | Larxene controls the lightning element, and thus is resistant to all lightning attacks. Besides that, she has great skill when it comes to her throwing daggers-- a deadly accuracy that you won't live to see twice. Her largest, and most fatal weakness is her dependency on being dry.
| position : |  Number XII in Organization XIII.

| persona : | While it may seem like Larxene is one of those girls who pretend to be tough to hide a softer, more gentle core, this has generally been taken to be the incorrect assumption of the century. She's not playacting. She considers herself to be a b***h, and has taken that to be her most basic nature. It's not that Larxene can't form friends-- she has a very close friendship with Marluxia. Well, as close as Nobodies usually come. But the thought of having a serious relationship, physical or mental, with anyone, seems highly unlikely to her. She can be ruthless and overly cold sometimes, and it's always a lurking danger that she'll suddenly become more violent than usual. She has an explosive temper. Larxene has very little tolerance when it comes to things or people that she doesn't like.

| likes : | Thunderstorms, loud noises, intelligent conversations (to a certain extent), British rock, horoscopes, philosophy, dry weather, chicken, partying.
| dislikes : | Meek girls, generally subservient people, children, idiots, elders, girly-girls, cleaning, rain, fools, humidity, brats, disrespect from subordinates, cracks about being the only girl in the Organization, etc.
| hobbies : |  Sharpening her knives, reading, arguing... she tries to keep busy, most of the time.
| if I had a wish... | Probably for more respect. Or more power. Or revenge on everyone she hates. How about a million more wishes?
| just so you know : | Even if she's outnumbered, outmatched, or generally outdone, Larxene will never back down from any fight. Or any challenge. She'll do any dare ever thought of, no matter what happens.

| iThemes : | "Le Disko" -- Shiny Toy Guns

gaia username : Genbu no miko Marie

| name : | Riaxa
| age and birthday : | 17, September 25
| race : | Nobody
| gender : | Female
| orientation : | Bisexual
| beloved : | In love? No, not at the present.

| backstory : | Not much to say here, her name was originally Aria. Aria was a regular girl that took a wrong turn somewhere on the road of life. She got tired of waiting for tomorrows, and yet she was still waiting subconsciously. Because of this, she made plans to make everyone else's life like hers. Hell on earth. How best to do this? Become an assassin. And a skilled one she became, killed every balding old man, young heir's family, (but not the heir) person some maniac wanted revenge on... Wait, those aren't too challenging to kill. Oh, well. All those heirs she decided not to kill to make life interesting happened to team up. It was a very gloomy day for Aria when she was brutally murdered. As a nobody she had attempted to turn things around. Though, it was more like she tried to return to her family, whom she had accidentally killed on her first mission. The moral of this... part of the story, explosives bad when you don't know how to use them. For the time being she was still able to handle death and stuff, when she returned to being a normal person she went emo. She ran the thought of killing herself over and over in her head. Which death would be quick and painless, she wondered. Finding nothing, she decided she would take the other path. The path decorated in pansies, to become a better person! Working for Organization XIII (or XI) to begin with probably killed all the pansies. There still might be hope for her, though, somehow. Or she could always become a maniac all over again. She was hired for her fetish fitting girl appeal amazing, though unexplained, ability to wash dishes. (Quick hands because of murdering people in limited time paid off in the end.) And because she could be trusted with grocery shopping munny. Yay.
| when the kid gloves are off : | She wields um, floaty stuff-- orbs. Glass in the shape of a sphere. (Not necessarily glass in this case, though, they seem to be indestructible at the present~) Those orbs. Much like a Black Mage, she casts lots of spells. Usually activated through her weapon of choice. Of course, she doesn't know all the highest level spells, yet. And she can't seem to master Cura. She has no hope of even attempting Curaga. She can cast 'unlisted' spells, lower level darkness, wind, and earth. She seems to be able to summon up to ten orbs at one time, all of those can be used to pummel someone to death. That could become Elfen Lied gory if it took too long for the enemy to die, actually. If necessary, she also has moderately powerful hypnosis at her disposal.
| job : | Kitchen

| persona : | Riaxa is surprisingly normal, even pleasant to be around. She's able to hold a conversation fairly well, and tries her best not to insult people while being honest. She may be kind, but not to a fault. It would leave her feeling graceless. In other words, really stupid. What does happen though, is that she's a bit too cooperative, and compromises with everyone around her to avoid conflict. Quite the empath. It's plainly obvious she loathes argument of any kind. In particular, those opposed to her opinions. No one really needs to know that to see she's against disagreement, though. She doesn't exactly know how to show rage even when a little bit of annoyance is required of her. ...That would mean she can really blow up at someone if they actually succeeded in angering her. It would be shocking. Curiosity could easily become her social demise, as well. Her hopeless optimism not to give up may cause her to gently pry information out of people unknowingly. Especially when mediation comes into play, then her bad habit can get almost out of hand. She'd try every trick known to man to learn of what happened in a certain situation if that was what it took. All the while managing to stay refined and civil. A certain side of her is sometimes tempted to flirt with those closest to her more than act affectionate toward them. She can be very indecisive about other matters, too.

| likes : | Harmony, miracles, hope, all that optimist stuff. Except for justice, it's way too unclear as a Nobody. Art and music. The silly, random sort of fun. Pets, even if she would never be allowed to keep one. Rain. Sunshine, most especially the first ray after the rain passes. Deserts that are much too sweet. Romance, secretly.
| dislikes : | Arguments, negativity, revenge, vulgarity, perversion, violence, confusion, the slightest hint of sourness in even flavor. Being alone makes her think she could be all alone forever. Hello Kitty gives new meaning to 'hell,' in her opinion. She has bad luck with the really hi-tech stuff. Lolita-esque clothing. Rodents, all because of a scarring experience, but that's a story for another day...
| hobbies : | Daydreaming on her free time. Sleeping in late on those rare days when all work is done. Studying up on magic, she actually finds that fun if it's left as the only option. Wandering around aimlessly, she decided to make it a hobby since it happens all too often for her to keep some of her dignity. Writing and singing lyrics. Painting, sketching, art projects galore if given the chance.
| if I had a wish... | -It would be for everyone to get along.
-If her wish could only be for something that would benefit her, it would be to find the strength to speak her mind. And right after that would come being true to herself in terms of anger and sadness.
| just so you know : | There are actually certain people Riaxa won't take s**t from, mostly due to her past. On the subject of her past, she doesn't remember the mistake she made that messed up her life.

| iThemes : | In the Shadows -- The Rasmus

gaia username : Cresent Sun

| name : | Axel
| age and birthday : | 19, Born April 9th He Is An Aries
| race : | Nobody
| gender : | Male
| orientation : | Bisexual leaning towards Homosexual...
| beloved : | No one at th moment but hey if your willing to have some fun so am I...

| backstory : | Axel has pretended to join Marluxia and Laxene while trying to help Namine escape in a way. He in general seemed to want to help Roxas though that always seemed to end badly because of varios factors even though he was capable. He has fought Sora and tried his darndest to help get his Roxas back but sadly all attempts failed he ended up sacrificing himself for the sack of Sora and Roxas who he sees as nearly the same person. He seemed to be a pretty okay guy when he wasn't trying to kill anyone.
| when the kid gloves are off : | Axel has a mastery of the element of fire so beware! He can roast just about anybodies marshmellows, he realy is quite skilled with flames but that doesn't mean that he is a pyro noooo he just likes to watch the pretty lights. He also fights using two Chakram which are pretty looking circle weapons with sharp points, oh yeah he is awsome. He is a good strong fighter but doesn't seem as eager to get down and runble as before though when his tenper flares he is just fine with hacking off a few heads or roasting the mailman.
| Position : | Number VIII in Organization XIII

| persona : | Axel is friendly and outgoing yet he lacks patience and any real goals in life. He works for the organization but isn't controlled by them and will often go off and do his own thing from time to time because even fire weilding red heads need a break. He has a mighty big temper but also seems to be affectionate and good natured towards most, as seen by the manic grin he always always seems to be sporting. He is a total slob actually as far as house work goes and would never be able to clean up anything, which is why it is a good thing they have house keepers now or else everyone would be in serious kaka. He can be a bit of a flirt and goes with the flow when it comes to relationships, he never is really serious and will often slep with people for the sake of comfort more than anything else.

| likes : | Fire, shiney diamonds, neat tatoos on his face, loud music, eating junk foods, bright weather and partying all night long.
| dislikes : | Water or wet things, not shiney things like coal, people who don't have a wild side, quiet people, health food, dreary cold dark damp weather, and lame people who don't have parties.
| hobbies : | Fire or just burning things in general, messing with others, playing with the chakrams, or pigging out.
| if I had a wish... | Hmm.....I'd realy have to think on that I'd wish for him back but right now I am pretty content....
| just so you know : | Axel absolutely refuses to stay serious for long and he never can take anyone serious so don't try to hold a straight fae around him or hold up the idea that you are straight...

| iThemes : | One week ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WhtKJTKTjko&mode=related&search= ~
Date Rape ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YGPMNsC6j7o&NR ~

gaia username : Sirius-Tiplin

| name : | Demyx

| age and birthday : | 19 as of June 2nd

| race : | Nobody

| gender : | Male

| orientation : | Homosexual leaning towards bisexual.

| beloved : | No one, yet. But being that Demyx is a sexual deviant and love desiring smut yearning teenager, it won't be hard for him to find someone.

| backstory : | While out of a singing and musical career, Demyx lost to Sora, was beat up by a duck that resembled his own rubber ducky, and impounded by a dog who stood on two legs with a pan. Demyx took his time off from the organization, and went to see the rest of the worlds that he couldn't while in Organization XIII. He fell in love with a human girl, but she shunned him when she discovered 'what' he was. Heartbroken and alone, he now resides in Castle Oblivion.

| when the kid gloves are off : | Demyx's sitar isn't just to look good to the ladies and any other homosexual man out there. While he stirs up water mannequins and water attacks to do his bidding, he can also use his sitar for a sleep attack that he hasn't learned exactly HOW to use yet. Being that his sitar is on his back, it has a tendency of hitting people, and somehow launching a water-ball at the back of their head.

| position : | Number IX in Organization XIII.

| persona : | Demyx is often a cheerful teen, but when he plays his guitar, his emotions go wild. One minute he can be cheery and chipper, the next he may want to rip your Adam's Apple out. Demyx is all talk; he doesn't have a backbone to save his life. He would give you the shirt off of his back, and most likely his boxers as well. When he's around Axel, Zexion, or Roxas, he's usually happier than a child on crack. Demyx takes to people easily, and is a follower by all means. He is also extremely gulliable.

| likes : | Playing his sitar, taking warm bubble baths with his yellow rubber duckie, and chicken flavored ramen. He also enjoys being around the Organization. He also loves water.

| dislikes : | Being alone, a string broken on his sitar, Sora, Donald and Goofy, and other people being sad. And his extreme fear of fire.

| hobbies : | Practicing new songs on his sitar, practicing new skills and techniques, bugging Axel and Zexion.

| if I had a wish... | He would have someone to love. Demyx, deep inside and all the time, is basically a big puppy dog with a sitar and a black cloak. He wants love, and if he had it, he'd bounce up and down.

| just so you know : | He sneezes when around Axel's Chakram. Also, Demyx is always joking around, and gets on nerves quite easily.

| iThemes : | "Around The Clock" by The Rocket Summer

gaia username : Sirius-Tiplin

| name : | Alesial Basch
| age and birthday : | August 5th, 17 years of age
| race : | Nobody
| gender : | Female.
| orientation : | Bisexual.
| beloved : | Demyx. She would kill anyone, even herself, to please him. She knows that Demyx thinks she's too young for him, but she just wants him to love her.

| backstory : | Alesial grew up as an anorexic teenager, before she became a Nobody. Pressure from peers and her family to be thin, perfect, and the best runway model she could be; this all ruined her, and drove her into insanity. She met Demyx at a cafe, where he stole her nonexistent heart. 'I'll follow you, wherever you go, is where you take me.' She vowed to him, swearing she'd guard him with the power that she had within her veins.
| when the kid gloves are off : | Alesial has the ability to summon a spirit called "MaySkeith". This ability makes her appearance change temporarily, and gives her the power to conjure a scythe and a lightning attack. While she isn't fighting, the MaySkeith also speaks telepathically to her, giving Alesial many headaches. Though, when this drains her stamina, she regains her appearance, and most of the time falls unconscious. Because this attack is fatal to most it hits, Alesial prefers to be a peacemaker, and not a fighter.
| job : | Laundry

| persona : | When there isn't a smile on her face, she cries in Demyx's arms. She tries to be as cheerful and upbeat as she can, to cheer the rest of the melancholy times up. When she just can't hold her depression in, she finds Demyx, and pounces on him, crying hysterically. Being that her childhood and human life (the part that she remembers) has scarred her permanently, Alesial is mostly emotionally unstable.

| likes : | Demyx's sitar. She knows she's not supposed to touch it, but it's fun to see him play. She also loves talking to the MaySkeith. It serves as a conscious that she didn't have. She loves to bake and to cook, and helping in any way she can.
| dislikes : | When others are sad, and alone. She hates bad cooking, or people being mean.
| hobbies : | Cleaning the room that Demyx and she shared, doing laundry, and writing new songs for Demyx.
| if I had a wish... | She would make Demyx see how much love she invested in him. Being that Alesial is a desperate love-freak, she just needs confirmation of love.
| just so you know : | When she breaks down, the MaySkeith is likely to activate more often.

| iThemes : | "Skies So Blue" The Rocket Summer

Marlyy.


gaia username : lise_DB

| name : | Marluxia, AKA Marly.
| age and birthday : | December 21st, 20 years of age
| race : | Nobody
| gender : | Male.
| orientation : | Bisexual, of course. Everyone knows that when no one is looking, Marluxia dances in his pink and black tutu to the sounds of opera.
| beloved : | Vexen, though it's just a school-boy crush. He also favors Alesial, but he wouldn't let anyone else know that.

| backstory : | Marluxia was a gardener in his pre-Organization days, his favorite flower; the rose. He was made fun of constantly, and one day, it just got bad. An older boy trampled all over his roses, pulled them from their roots, and then burned them. He ran to his family and told them, but they already knew, and laughed about it whenever Marluxia's name came up in a conversation. He shunned his parents, and was off on his own. Marluxia, who was sent into tears, was taken into the Organization. Though Xigbar recruited him for the Organization, Demyx was the one who helped him with his issues about his past, and he eventually forgot it all. He considered Demyx a close friend, and the brother he never had. Since then, with Larxene's help, he's wanted to overthrow the order of the Organization. But now with Xemnas gone, he has no more reason to

| when the kid gloves are off : | "The Graceful Assassin" would be his nickname for battle; and it meant that he killed without mercy. His scythe also controls the power of roses, thorns and such; which proves to be an advantage to him. Marluxia seems to be slightly more passionate after battle, but in battle, he is maniacal, and does anything to win.

| position : | Number XI in Organization XIII.

| persona : | Sneaky, conniving, untrustworth, "son of a b***h" is what others in the Organization would call him. Marluxia plays himself to be a sweet, loving, passionate man to those who aren't aware of his ways. After he understands the person has his trust, he unleashes his killing instinct. Other than that, if he truly grows close to a person, he pours his soul out to that person. But, that hasn't happened in this eternity. Marluxia doesn't intend for it, because he purposely spaces himself away from everyone.

| likes : | Roses, caring and planting flowers of all kinds, fighting, battle, flirting, rum, and cooking. Marluxia makes a mean pot of gumbo.

| dislikes : | Peaceful times, loving moments between two others, and dirty laundry. Marluxia doesn't have that many hatreds towards things. Except for the idea of happy people, completely unaware of the evil in the world, and who try to act like it's not there. Those people make Marluxia want to piss rose petals.

| hobbies : | Gardening, giving Alesial new recipes for her cooking, and cleaning his room. He also considers tormenting the other members as a hobby, too. Tormenting, such as putting rat traps in their slippers, pirahnnas in the bathtub, preparation H in their toothpaste, and the occasional purple hair dye in conditioner bottles. His favorite out of those would be the time he put red hair dye in Demyx's 'leave in' conditioner. His hair was red for 5 months. Other than that, Marluxia has too much spare time on his hands, and he wastes that for thinking of new and improved ideas to get a laugh out of seeing his members pain.

| if I had a wish... | There would be constant fighting, hot dudes and hot babes, and lots of rum. Marluxia is sometimes easy to please.

| just so you know : | When Marluxia starts attacking, he usually doesn't stop until he's physically forced to stop.

| iThemes : | "Astronaut" Something Corporate

gaia username : [.modus operandi.]

| name : | Niche Béringer
| age and birthday : | 22, 10th of October, Libra (Not that I believe in any of that horoscope s**t)
| race : | Human
| gender : | 100% male
| orientation : | I'm gonna have to say bisexual. Slept with both the ladies and gentlemen before.
| beloved : | Lemme put this straight; I don't have one. Maybe I will one day. That one day isn't today. Or tomorrow. Or any other day, for that matter.

| backstory : | As a child, Niche was always a bit of an oddball. Born photophobic, he was more interested in staying inside rather than going out and playing with the rest of the kids. He wasted his days away barely paying attention in class -- heck, he slept through most of them -- and playing video games alone in his room until all hours of the night. You could say he didn't really make friends. Those kids were so...boring, he thought. Not quite willing to associate himself with the others, his status was normally lurk-in-the-corner-with-a-Gameboy. Somehow, he managed to scrape pass the tests at school, he was best described as more or less a fifteen-year-old stuck in a body of a preteen back then. Quick with numbers and programs, he soon learned the ropes of hacking. At age fifteen, he left (or rather, was unceremoniously kicked out after being caught smoking in his room) home. He took various jobs (not failing to get fired from many of them) writing code and working with computers, his specialty. After being fired from around twenty different jobs, he decided to cheat smarten up. He set up a system that siphoned money from millionaires into a bank account for him. One problem out, and in came a new one. After a bit of traveling and erasing his tracks, he somehow ended up a Castle Oblivion, and rented a room there. Why yes, he did ignore the goosebumps he had when he made the decision.
| when the kid gloves are off : | His only weapon would be a gun. Thanks to his minor dealings with the darker side of society, he has some skill with firearms. He'll be able to leave holes in...well, stuff, but any stunts or shoot-a-hole-through-this-coin antics are beyond his limits. He's actually quite a geek, there usually isn't a computer-related problem he can't solve. He claims to have written a good percentage of the internet's most damaging viruses, though there's not much evidence to that (Wouldn't want people knowing who the culprit was, yeah?). Seems to be a passable thief, considering he steals cigarette packs when he's broke.
| job : | Boarder at Castle Oblivion. Hacker. Otherwise, unemployed.

| stop staring : | First thing's first. Niche isn't particularly impressive. He's a scrawny 5'8", with a mop of red hair carelessly brushed so that it flops about his forehead. He wears gold-tinted goggles which seem bulky, especially when he refuses to take them off. There's a reason behind that, concerning his eyes. They are a pale blue-green, a fact he tries to hide very hard. Though he has his ears pierced, he's usually too lazy to stick anything in them. Niche's sense of fashion is mediocre at best. He is fond of long sleeved shirts, and is most often seen wearing ones with stripes and deep necks. Somewhat fashionable blue jeans decorated with horizontal stitch lines down the length of the legs complement his shirt, and are finished off with a pair of sneakers. Unless he's out of them, he can usually been seen smoking on a cigarette.
| persona : | Not exactly the sort of person you'd like to be friends with, but Niche's an okay person once you stick around him for a while. He's a fairly cynical person, very well believes in Sod's Law. "Bad fortune will be tailored to the individual". While he normally expects something to screw up, it doesn't mean he'll be prepared for or like it. Niche is fond of dark humor and sarcasm, and has the bad habit of leading conversations into circles when he's really bored. That said, one, he does not like being bored. Two, he has an additive personality. Anything that entertains him for more than 8 and a half minutes is liable to become an addiction (read: video games and cigarettes). He's a geek at heart however, mentioning anything related to computers or video games is bound to pique his interest. Though he seems to be anti-social, it's not that people intimidate or scare him. It's just that he'd prefer to avoid them in lazy pursuit of other things. Things that interest him. Hell, on those days when he feels really lazy, he'll just stay in his room and leave only so he can grab a bite. Regardless, when he is in public, he's friendly... enough (he ignores people he deems boring, which isn't what most would call a friendly quality). A thing to note, once he trusts someone enough, he can be reliable and loyal to a fault. Maybe that's how he compensates for his general lack of...well, close people.

| likes : | Computers, cigarettes, video games, music, dimly lit places, sarcasm, good food.
| dislikes : | Cheese, milk, being hacked, getting into physical fights ('cause he knows he's pretty much doomed), bright lights (especially spotlights or floodlights or any dazzling light), being blinded by said bright lights, morning.
| hobbies : | Playing video games, napping the day away, smoking, hacking into someone else's system, taking apart anything technical, watching interesting people, lurking someplace.
| if I had a wish... | ...That I wasn't so sensitive to light. I've learned to live with it, but it would be nice not having to wear my goggles all the time.
| just so you know : | Chain smoker, about three packs a day. Niche's room = Hazard zone. There's cords and wires and ashtrays and all sort of junk he hasn't felt inclined to clean in there, nor will he let anyone try to clean the place up if he can help it. Unless you happen to be an expert at avoiding tripping over all the stuff that's on the floor, his room is a hazard to anyone else.

| iThemes : | Coming soon.