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Full Name: ( Diane ) Veer.
Sex: Female.
Age: Appears seventeen. ( 17 )
Alliance: Dark.
Occupation: The ' Unknown ' | Leader of Organization IIIX.
Race: Unknown.
Appearance: [ v e e r ] Of unusually tanned skin from being born of the darkness, her complexion is set off by dark cadet blue eyes and shreds of khaki hair cropped just below her ear. Though Veer isn't one to follow the crowd, she dresses in appropriate black attire, to accentuate her alignment and overall who she is.
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World: None.
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Background: After Veer was created, she as driven with the fierce intention to spread darkness to all the worlds. And thus, re-created Organization IIIX. Simple as that.
Username: [ p a k u ]
Character Name: Aoi. ( "ah - oh - ee" )
Age: Sixteen. ( 16 )
Side: Twilight. ( Neutral )
Gender: Male.
Class: Knight.
Title: Sora's Fragment.
Eye Color: Navy Blue.
Hair Color: Dirty Blonde.
Appearance: Reference Image ; Headshot
Aoi, in tradition, resembles his 'predecessor' greatly. Still childish in facial appearance and expressions, Aoi has those wide strong blue eyes of navy water that reflect the sky in them. His hair is crazy, flopped around in deep chestnut, chocolate, and auburn spikes tracked with camouflaged blonde here and there. Much more unkept than Sora's, but less floppy than Roxas's. [ Please refer to the headshot for basic form. ] Physically, Aoi has a good build, in general. A slim waist with more than lanky, less than thick but still rather long limbs, he stands at 5' 7" and refuses to tell his weight. His skin has a pale tone to it, nearly moonlight, but with a soft peach tint. Around his cheek area he holds a pale, rose blush. Childish, but it's barely noticable. Aoi's chest is toned, and the faint outline of abs can be distinguished.
Clothing:A pair of baggy black jeans are held in place mid-claf by a rubber band, hidden underneath where the rest of his jeans are tucked under. To cover this spot are threads of navy that create an intricate design up to his knee. At the waist are two belts, white with silver buckles, crossed over each other with one side hanging from his hips. Over his chest Xoras has a ribbed white tank that shows beneath a half-jacket-vest-hoodie, lined with black, trimmed blue, and filled in with white. The hood, black, lays floppily at his back, the rest of the jacket just hanging from his shoulders limply. There are no accessories on his head, but around his neck dangles a silver chain necklace with the Organization emblem dangling from it's end and on his hands are the black gloves that come with his cloak, held at his wrists by small belts. hHis shoes are quite a sight. The boots themselves, which can be seen for the end of the cloak hovers just above them, are less than boots, and more so resemble the sneakers [ Chuck Taylor, All Stars Hightops ]. The rubber, black, melds in with with the black material. The laces, silver, lace up half way horizontally, so each row goes across in one line. Half way, the laces go back down atop the already tied laces and form an [x] above them and sew onto the shoe's surface. The other half's back is decorated with silver belts layed over each other in yet another [x]. The whole top half is relaxed and free, lace-less.
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Personality: Aoi has a rather mixed personality, compared to the one-sided personalities of others. Aoi lives to play around and have himself a little fun here and there. Although Aoi can come off as such a child at times, he also has a knowing side to him, always looking out for the other Fragments like they were his family. Aoi has some trouble be mad at any of them, moreso frustrated at their actions of which he has no understanding. Despite this, he does understand why their doing these things, and accepts it openly. It came with the package.
In battle, Aoi is dead serious. It's either fight or die with him, and he takes this to heart. There is no stopping him after he's dealt the first blow, and it won't stop until he or his opponent has ended it. If anything, fighting is his passion.
Easily confused, Aoi is easily set apart from the other fragments simply in the way he speaks, with such innocence and thought. In every word he says there is meaning and emotion, despite the fact that he doesn't have a heart. It's probably only Sora rubbing off on him. Eager to speak his mind, Aoi wants desperately to simply know.
Home world: N/A.
Current World: Twilight Town.
Abilities: Firaga, Curaga, Aeroga.
Weapons: Keyblade; Oblivion.
Crush: N/A.
Other: N/A.
RolePlay sample:
"It's just about time now, isn't it?"
The words spilled out of pale lips towards his white-winged companion, feathers rustling as a sign of confirmation. It was unexpected, yet natural. Even so, his thoughts strayed. A thin smile floated up to his pale skin, peeking from beneath the black hood of the Organization's cloak. With a n** at the hood by the pure white dove, it fell back, allowing spikes of the brown to blonde variety to free themselves from it's grasp. Bold, navy blue eyes shined in the forever moonlight of the heart-shaped the moon, only viewable from The World That Never Was. His home.
It was time. Exactly a year had passed today since it had all started, or, where this began. And if everything went as planned, it would end just as soon.
Silver and black themed sneakers dangled from atop the Memory Skyscraper, not just several yards from the largest of electric signs, flashing a small variety of neon lights now and then. The buzz of the fizzing lightbulbs sang a silent rhapsody to all Nobodies. Darkness was all they were, and darkness was all that they would be. It often became irritating. Not just the buzz of the lights, but the darkness they were surrounded in. They could become more, and they would. Soon.
Xoras rose to his feet to balance steadily on the edge of the building where his silhoutte could be seen before the large billboard. A single feather flew as the dove took off into the distance with a wave and call behind him. "Meet you there!" The statement was rather cheerful and carefully hinted as his next destination.
A gloved hand lifted up from his side, outstretched right before him with a call for a portal in mind. No sooner had it been requested had it appeared midair, a swirling oval mass of darkness speckled with lights of blue, purple, and pink. Large eyes became mere slits above a wide smile. Xora's excitement, already evident in his expression, leaped off of the ledge right into the darkness just as a light rain began to fall.
. . . . .
"Woah!"
There was a light thud from the roof of the Accessory Shop within Twilight Town's Tram Common, where most shopping went on. The victim of this unfortunate fall had shed his cloak within the darkness, revealing his under-cover outfit of jeans and a half-vest-hoodie over a white tank. Simple, but somewhat familiar. Despite that, his multi-colored spikes remained the same, matching bright navy eyes. Third of it's kind.
Xora swayed a bit, regaining his balance with the shake of his head. "Well, at least I didn't land inside the abandoned train station again." the boy thought out loud with a cheerful tone, giving his clothes a quick dust-off. He brought a hand behind his head to fluff out a couple ruffles in his hair as he took a glance around. It was unusually empty. Silent. But, a look at the clock in the distance told him it was early morning. Which pretty much put his thoughts at ease.
To his enjoyment, footsteps reached his ears from his right side, to which belonged to a brunette docked in orange. Olette. Eager to make some interaction, Xoras leaped off the roof to come to a much more graceful landing than before, and peeked around the corner to watch her before taking one good stride towards her, smiling kindly.
" 'Morning, Miss. Kind of early to be doing errands already, isn't it?" Xora noted casually, eyeing her large bag. It was a bit too bulgy to be laundry, and too small to hold a girl's clothes. He had seen other woman around the town carry at least 2 bags to the laundromat for only half a closet's worth of clothes.
The words spilled out of pale lips towards his white-winged companion, feathers rustling as a sign of confirmation. It was unexpected, yet natural. Even so, his thoughts strayed. A thin smile floated up to his pale skin, peeking from beneath the black hood of the Organization's cloak. With a n** at the hood by the pure white dove, it fell back, allowing spikes of the brown to blonde variety to free themselves from it's grasp. Bold, navy blue eyes shined in the forever moonlight of the heart-shaped the moon, only viewable from The World That Never Was. His home.
It was time. Exactly a year had passed today since it had all started, or, where this began. And if everything went as planned, it would end just as soon.
Silver and black themed sneakers dangled from atop the Memory Skyscraper, not just several yards from the largest of electric signs, flashing a small variety of neon lights now and then. The buzz of the fizzing lightbulbs sang a silent rhapsody to all Nobodies. Darkness was all they were, and darkness was all that they would be. It often became irritating. Not just the buzz of the lights, but the darkness they were surrounded in. They could become more, and they would. Soon.
Xoras rose to his feet to balance steadily on the edge of the building where his silhoutte could be seen before the large billboard. A single feather flew as the dove took off into the distance with a wave and call behind him. "Meet you there!" The statement was rather cheerful and carefully hinted as his next destination.
A gloved hand lifted up from his side, outstretched right before him with a call for a portal in mind. No sooner had it been requested had it appeared midair, a swirling oval mass of darkness speckled with lights of blue, purple, and pink. Large eyes became mere slits above a wide smile. Xora's excitement, already evident in his expression, leaped off of the ledge right into the darkness just as a light rain began to fall.
. . . . .
"Woah!"
There was a light thud from the roof of the Accessory Shop within Twilight Town's Tram Common, where most shopping went on. The victim of this unfortunate fall had shed his cloak within the darkness, revealing his under-cover outfit of jeans and a half-vest-hoodie over a white tank. Simple, but somewhat familiar. Despite that, his multi-colored spikes remained the same, matching bright navy eyes. Third of it's kind.
Xora swayed a bit, regaining his balance with the shake of his head. "Well, at least I didn't land inside the abandoned train station again." the boy thought out loud with a cheerful tone, giving his clothes a quick dust-off. He brought a hand behind his head to fluff out a couple ruffles in his hair as he took a glance around. It was unusually empty. Silent. But, a look at the clock in the distance told him it was early morning. Which pretty much put his thoughts at ease.
To his enjoyment, footsteps reached his ears from his right side, to which belonged to a brunette docked in orange. Olette. Eager to make some interaction, Xoras leaped off the roof to come to a much more graceful landing than before, and peeked around the corner to watch her before taking one good stride towards her, smiling kindly.
" 'Morning, Miss. Kind of early to be doing errands already, isn't it?" Xora noted casually, eyeing her large bag. It was a bit too bulgy to be laundry, and too small to hold a girl's clothes. He had seen other woman around the town carry at least 2 bags to the laundromat for only half a closet's worth of clothes.
Username: [ p a k u ]
Character Name: ( Diane ) Veer.
Age: Sixteen. ( 16 )
Side: Dark ( Bad. )
Gender: Female.
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Character Name: Ren Ransford.
Age: Fifteen. ( 15 )
Side: Light ( Good. )
Gender: Female.
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