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RPC Full Name||Noctis Lucis Caelum
Nicknames|| Nox, Noct, Nocturnal, Night.
Age|| Though he is 666,666 years old, he is marked as sixteen.
Birth Date|| December 16th
Height||Six foot five.
Weight|| A hundred and sixty pounds.
Personality|| Noctis' personality is said to be hard to define, though his complexities can be seen upon first meeting. He has a tendency to drape his truly shy nature beneath a facade of coolness. Often giving others the first impression that he is solemn, somber and unforthcoming. But beneath that reticent fog is an individual who is rather open around those whom he trusts. A testament to statement that he isn't the least bit a silent gloomy guy. Not entirely anyway, for smiling and laughing is still a rare occurrence.
Behaviour|| Noctis usually doesn't talk much, and when he does, it's usually just a small sentence or more. When his beliefs are questioned is the most he'll probably speak of. No challenge is taken lightly, and when he is in a state of emotion either than impassive or neutral, he will act with mind, heart, and words. It takes awhile for Noctis to trust anyone fully, in fact, its difficult to get him to talk in the first place. So if he were to be betrayed, expect yourself to be sleeping in a coffin for the night and on. And since he can't express emotions too well, it is easy for someone to say something offensive, and it usually results in mental or physical heart. Perhaps both.
Quotes || "I don't think they dig graves close enough to Hell for the likes of you."
"Holding anger upon me is like capitulating your existence into fragments of waste."
"Where I come from, if you think you're alive then you're better off dead."
Ethinicy|| Latin American, and British
Species|| Incubus/vampire
Abilities || Synergist, Atmokinesis, Chronokinesis, Audiokinesis, Neurokinesis, Sabotage, Biokinesis, Summoning weaponry, Teleportation/Moving at high speeds.
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Personal Skill|| Singing and/or playing instruments.
Favorite Food|| Raw meat
Favorite Drink|| Blood
Least Favorite Food|| Anything human
Likes|| You, music, tranquility, rain, serenity, respect, literature, coffee, having a close friend to count on, animals, roses, the colors black: Red, blue, and white. As well as science, and electronics.
Dislikes|| You, ignorance, the drool on his pillow in the morning, arrogance, little children, scientists, loud mouths, over joyed lunatics, and anything too positive.
Hates|| You, when girls wear a ridiculous amount of make-up and/or when guys swoon over girls.
Strengths||
• Being complex
• A logical sense of mind.
Weaknesses||
• Is vunerable to emotional pressure.
• Being betrayed.
Fears||
• A loved one dying without having the chance to say good-bye.
• Falling in love with someone else.
Relationships|| None. This guy still needs to get used to talking to others first.
Family||
Mother - Astrum - Deceased
Father - Lacertus - Deceased
Fiancè - Stella - Deceased
Son - Alive somewhere
Daughter - Alive somewhere.
Friends ||
Promptus - As stupid and lively as ever.
Gladiolus - Slightly smarter than Promptus and still alive.
Ignis - Probably wishing he was dead.
Jaclyn Smith - Eh... its building up.
Claire - Slight conflict.
Saix - Kinda like a partner in crime.
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|||Professional Info||
Grade|| Eleven
Classes|| First hour - Human Studies. Second hour - Curses And Charms. Third Hour - Band. Fourth Hour - Sex Education. Fifth hour - Photography. Sixth Hour - {N/A}
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History||
Noctis, being a prince, was the last heir to a dynasty ruling over a certain city of demons. And the last heir to the last and only dynasty to still obtain a crystal. During his childhood, he rarely received any physical or verbal communication from his parental guardians, for they were too busy with other important duties to pay him much attention. Countless times had he been tasked out to go on misisons where he'd end up wiping out entire platoons of soldiers, whether they were men or women. Young or old. It had not mattered. He had never once questioned the orders he was given. He'd simply halt whatever he was doing and lay waste to all of those who were or could possibly be a threat to the precious 160 pound crystal his dynasty cherished so much. He was nothing but a bioweapon, the perfect killing machine. After all, his parents literally had him created by mixing their SMS together within a research tank. They thought, by doing this, he'd be flesh, yet as perfect as a computer programmed organism.
Thinking a few years back before he was tasked to do all this, when Noctis was seven, he had been training to control his abilities. An incident occurred, resulting in a sword being pierced through his mothers stomach. She had survived, but the dreams of having the daughter she always wanted were crushed into fragments. His father covered up the story by telling the press that his wife had just become ill and could not supply him anymore heir. None the less, both of his parents hated him and sent him away to a rigorous academy. He had only been a child back then. Just a little boy, who hadn't lived yet, who didn't know anything about this world and its ghostly cruel ways, a boy who foolishly believed that life was easy and pleasant; who didn't have to worry, who didn't have to fear...
Well the small amount of innocence he had left was taken away from him. They forced him to mature and face reality at a tender age. When most of the kids should be playing with their toys and enjoying childhood, he had to face the harshness of the adult world, for he wasn't a little kid anymore. Soon, he came to understand that'd he'd never have a normal life as the other kids. He had been nothing but a prisoner-a pawn on the chessboard that they had settled for him, following orders like a good little boy like his father told him to do so. After all, what could a ten year old do about it?
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|||||Personal Data||||
RPC Full Name||Noctis Lucis Caelum
Nicknames|| Nox, Noct, Nocturnal, Night.
Age|| Though he is 666,666 years old, he is marked as sixteen.
Birth Date|| December 16th
Height||Six foot five.
Weight|| A hundred and sixty pounds.
Personality|| Noctis' personality is said to be hard to define, though his complexities can be seen upon first meeting. He has a tendency to drape his truly shy nature beneath a facade of coolness. Often giving others the first impression that he is solemn, somber and unforthcoming. But beneath that reticent fog is an individual who is rather open around those whom he trusts. A testament to statement that he isn't the least bit a silent gloomy guy. Not entirely anyway, for smiling and laughing is still a rare occurrence.
Behaviour|| Noctis usually doesn't talk much, and when he does, it's usually just a small sentence or more. When his beliefs are questioned is the most he'll probably speak of. No challenge is taken lightly, and when he is in a state of emotion either than impassive or neutral, he will act with mind, heart, and words. It takes awhile for Noctis to trust anyone fully, in fact, its difficult to get him to talk in the first place. So if he were to be betrayed, expect yourself to be sleeping in a coffin for the night and on. And since he can't express emotions too well, it is easy for someone to say something offensive, and it usually results in mental or physical heart. Perhaps both.
Quotes || "I don't think they dig graves close enough to Hell for the likes of you."
"Holding anger upon me is like capitulating your existence into fragments of waste."
"Where I come from, if you think you're alive then you're better off dead."
Ethinicy|| Latin American, and British
Species|| Incubus/vampire
Abilities || Synergist, Atmokinesis, Chronokinesis, Audiokinesis, Neurokinesis, Sabotage, Biokinesis, Summoning weaponry, Teleportation/Moving at high speeds.
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||||Character Info||||
Personal Skill|| Singing and/or playing instruments.
Favorite Food|| Raw meat
Favorite Drink|| Blood
Least Favorite Food|| Anything human
Likes|| You, music, tranquility, rain, serenity, respect, literature, coffee, having a close friend to count on, animals, roses, the colors black: Red, blue, and white. As well as science, and electronics.
Dislikes|| You, ignorance, the drool on his pillow in the morning, arrogance, little children, scientists, loud mouths, over joyed lunatics, and anything too positive.
Hates|| You, when girls wear a ridiculous amount of make-up and/or when guys swoon over girls.
Strengths||
• Being complex
• A logical sense of mind.
Weaknesses||
• Is vunerable to emotional pressure.
• Being betrayed.
Fears||
• A loved one dying without having the chance to say good-bye.
• Falling in love with someone else.
Relationships|| None. This guy still needs to get used to talking to others first.
Family||
Mother - Astrum - Deceased
Father - Lacertus - Deceased
Fiancè - Stella - Deceased
Son - Alive somewhere
Daughter - Alive somewhere.
Friends ||
Promptus - As stupid and lively as ever.
Gladiolus - Slightly smarter than Promptus and still alive.
Ignis - Probably wishing he was dead.
Jaclyn Smith - Eh... its building up.
Claire - Slight conflict.
Saix - Kinda like a partner in crime.
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|||Professional Info||
Grade|| Eleven
Classes|| First hour - Human Studies. Second hour - Curses And Charms. Third Hour - Band. Fourth Hour - Sex Education. Fifth hour - Photography. Sixth Hour - {N/A}
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History||
Noctis, being a prince, was the last heir to a dynasty ruling over a certain city of demons. And the last heir to the last and only dynasty to still obtain a crystal. During his childhood, he rarely received any physical or verbal communication from his parental guardians, for they were too busy with other important duties to pay him much attention. Countless times had he been tasked out to go on misisons where he'd end up wiping out entire platoons of soldiers, whether they were men or women. Young or old. It had not mattered. He had never once questioned the orders he was given. He'd simply halt whatever he was doing and lay waste to all of those who were or could possibly be a threat to the precious 160 pound crystal his dynasty cherished so much. He was nothing but a bioweapon, the perfect killing machine. After all, his parents literally had him created by mixing their SMS together within a research tank. They thought, by doing this, he'd be flesh, yet as perfect as a computer programmed organism.
Thinking a few years back before he was tasked to do all this, when Noctis was seven, he had been training to control his abilities. An incident occurred, resulting in a sword being pierced through his mothers stomach. She had survived, but the dreams of having the daughter she always wanted were crushed into fragments. His father covered up the story by telling the press that his wife had just become ill and could not supply him anymore heir. None the less, both of his parents hated him and sent him away to a rigorous academy. He had only been a child back then. Just a little boy, who hadn't lived yet, who didn't know anything about this world and its ghostly cruel ways, a boy who foolishly believed that life was easy and pleasant; who didn't have to worry, who didn't have to fear...
Well the small amount of innocence he had left was taken away from him. They forced him to mature and face reality at a tender age. When most of the kids should be playing with their toys and enjoying childhood, he had to face the harshness of the adult world, for he wasn't a little kid anymore. Soon, he came to understand that'd he'd never have a normal life as the other kids. He had been nothing but a prisoner-a pawn on the chessboard that they had settled for him, following orders like a good little boy like his father told him to do so. After all, what could a ten year old do about it?
