Username: Rinoa2000Name: Zexion
Age: 21
Race: Diclonius
Date of Birth: December 31st
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 150lbs.
Element: None
Theme Songs: A Perfect Circle - Counting Bodies Like Sheep
30 Seconds to Mars - Hurricane
Diana Vickers - N.U.M.B
Occupation: Wanderer
Character Alignment: Good & Chaotic
Personality: Skeptical, mysterious, secretive, interverted, can be hot-headed.
Likes: Seeks friendship but is generally alone
Dislikes: Humans
Character Race Traits:
- An evolutionary development from humans. Their bodies are very similar, the only obvious difference being the two horn-like temporal protrusions which are said to relate to their telekinetic powers. It is mentioned that a Diclonius would fall into a coma if it lost one of its horns and could never return from their lethargic state if they lose both horns.
- Diclonii powers involve the use of invisible arms, known as "vectors" that can grasp and impact things as if they are solid, but also become insubstantial and pass through objects. They can slice objects as well, which is how Diclonii kill their victims. Vectors usually have a limited range of a few meters (3.28 feet = 1 meter), but the length varies among Diclonii.
- Diclonii also have the ability to detect the location of others of their kind
- A key point of debate throughout is the Diclonii propensity towards violence. Many have a vendetta against humans, and have ambitions to wipe out the human race and populate the world with their own species. If a Diclonius vector penetrates a human body, the "vector virus" is transferred to the human, causing their children to be born as Diclonius. It is disputed and contradicted through the documentation as to how Diclonius develop their violent behavior, whether it is part of their personality or whether it stems from abuse by human beings, and both conclusions are supported by evidence. Nevertheless, the researchers at the facility believe the Diclonius to be nothing less than an existential threat. The Diclonius there are kept in isolation, where they are heavily restrained to the point of being unable to move and fed through tubes. The danger to the human race is highly restricted information, though all that was revealed was this: "Given just five years, I can ensure that there are more babies of the Diclonii kind born in the world than there are normal humans."
Current Levelling Points LP: 6,500
Current Level: Level 1 - Beginner [Novice] {Nobody}
Weapons Carried: None
Signature Skill: Vectors
Skill Sets:
Limited Vector Control - only can successfully weild 3
Reach - 2 Meters (6.56 feet)
Obtained at level: 1
Particial Vector Control - only can successfully weild 5
Reach - 4 Meters (13.12 feet)
Obtained at level: 3
Full Vector Control - can successfully weild all 7
Reach - 8 Meters (26.24 feet)
Obtained at level: 6
Biography: Life started normal--except for the odd horns on her head which she kept hidden constantly--but of course it never ends that way. From the very start, her father thought she was odd, treated her differently from her older sister, but her mother still loved her. They forced her into school, tried to educate her but kids can be so cruel. Anger built inside of her as her body was growing weird things happened but her parents would never understand, they never did. They always made sure her horns were covered, always.
As time passed, finally she lost control, the voice in her head was always there, always speaking to her, always whispering the same words over and over in her head until she could no longer fight against its will. She obeyed its simple command. "Kill them..."
From then on, she was on the run. She could not remain at her home anyway, not with the dead bodies of her parents and her sister throughout the house. The police would notice soon enough as she faught freedom, but how do you seek freedom from the voice in your own head? Its gripping control over her actions, leading her to kill, forcing her to kill, what else was she hear for? Clearly people did not love her, humans were so foolish. But way did she seek their friendship, seek their compassion so desperately? If you put your hand in the fire you will always get burned, but she could not resist the flame, as if she were a moth uncontrollably drawn to its power.
Years passed, she managed to stay to herself, moving from town to town, city to city, staying here and there only for as long as it took her to pass through. Even if she liked someplace, she could never stay, there was never a reason to stay, never a reason to stop, always a reason to press on, to hide who she truly was, to fight against every urge inside her to kill, the humans had to be destroyed, het loneliness gripped her soul. She was trapped in an endless circle. To kill, or not to kill...?
