Post by Zexion on Nov 27, 2009 3:24:10 GMT -5
[&&]--About the You--[&&]
Name: Skri, Mandi, whatever floats yer boat.
Age: 14.
How Many Years Roleplaying: Considering I started in the summer going into 5th grade... About four and a half years?
Messengers:
Aim: Theenecessityx (Most used)
Yahoo: amandarose106
Youtube: BLaCKxMiDNiGHT
DeviantArt: Jeebusskribus
[&&]--About the Character--[&&]
Name: Zexion.
Age: 23.
Gender: Fem- I mean male.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Race: Nobody.
Side: Twilight.
[&&]--The Appearance--[&&]
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Eye Colour: It's merely a plain blue; it isn't ice sharp or as dark as night. The color simply sits in the middle.
Skin Colour: He has a slight tan, but to most he simply seems pale.
Hair: If you need two words to sum up Zexion's hair, it's simple: Scene hair. It's in various shades of blue, going from periwinkle, to royal blue, to even azure. However, the colors and streaks seem to be a little bit dull, not even close to hot bright they can be. His hair goes in various lengths in the front, with his bangs parting to the right. They range in length from his forehead to his chin, in a very choppy manner. In the back, however, it is completely short, not a single hair touching the middle of his neck.
His hair seems to be naturally spiked, although some days he touches it up with hairspray. Being such a bookworm, he doesn't really pay attention to how his hair looks; no matter how messy it is, it always seems to look presentable anyways.
Height: 5'0''.
Weight: Around 110lbs.
Clothing: Like several Organization members, Zexion's wardrobe consists of just about one thing; his cloak. It is well fitted for his slim body, zippered down from the top instead of the bottom to leave an opening for comfort when walking. Underneath, he wears black fitted pants and a long sleeved black shirt underneath; sometimes even black under armor in chilly places. Around his neck on his coat is a necklace, with two dangling stings from the hood to tighten it and hide his delicate face. Black gloves and shoes add a nice touch to him, giving the gist that he's meant to be undercover and unseen. And, of course, he's never seen without his book, whether it's in his hand, on his back, or in his pocket.
Halloween Town: See above.
Atlantica: Most likely he's in his normal clothes, but if he's out in the sea to have some fun, he turns into a half-human, half-dolphin. Feminine? I think so.
Pridelands: Most likely in his cloak, but otherwise a pale, silver lion with... emo hair. Basically it.
Alternate Universe: See the normal outfit.
[&&]--The Background--[&&]
Hometown: Christmas Town/Halloween town.
Family: The Organization, if that counts.
Personality: Zexion seems to have two sides to him; one shown more than the other, of course.
His one side is dark, mysterious, and a bit intellectual. He always plans his ideas out thoroughly, making sure every bit is perfect. He is seemingly always upset, wandering off in the dark by himself, head caught in the clouds. He is normally dark and cold to most people, unless he opens up to people, which is never very often. Every sentence that comes out of his mouth always has to have some kind of logic or big words that nobody can really understand much. If you're bothering to read this, I'm really sorry, I haven't roleplayed in almost a year, I'm working on my skills a little. Moving on, the main focus of this cloaked schemer is how he is misunderstood, and mainly just used for his brains in plan development within the organization.
His other side, which is shown about 5% of the time, is very down-to-earth. It came from his somebody, who was like this 95% of the time; he simply got the other half. He tends to be a very cheerful adult, actually knowing what the meaning of 'fun' is, being laid back, and not focusing on his smarts to excel in life. This is an extremely rare side, that almost nobody ever sees, but maybe somebody will someday.
Oh, and on a side note, Yaoi-wise, he's on bottom. fo' sho'.
[&&]--The Personal Info--[&&]
Weapon(s): His super special awesome book, Lexicon (Book of Retribution I think).
Ability/Abilities: illusion; he can mimic anybody's weapon, or a person, or even make copies of himself.
Any crushes?: No... Not yet at least.
[&&]--Role-playing Sample--[&&]
I'm sorry if this isn't my best, I haven't roleplayed in such a long time. Ask Boa. xD
"Cloaked Schemer. Number Six. Ienzo with an X... Zexion."
Voices, that's what the boy was hearing. He wasn't aware of where he was, what time it was, or even who he was. He was simply shrouded in darkness, peeling his way through nothing, simple space. After a couple moments, the room suddenly faded in, making it much brighter than Zexion expected. It didn't give his pupils enough time to shrink, so he had to shut his eyes from the blinding light.
He finally opened them, to see a tall man with gray hair and a crooked smile infront of him.
"What did you call me?" snarled the shorter one, folding his arms. All the superior could do was laugh.
"Zexion."
Startled, Zexion took a step back. He had read all about nobodies, how they're made, how they have no emotion.
He was now one of them. "You will feel no emotion, you have no memories from your past," Number One continued. "This is a new beginning for you, and any type of screw up will send you into eternal darkness. Do you understand?" cautiously, the other nodded, cold eyes glaring at the man. But, of course, he had no reason to glare- it was his fault for being consumed into this new life, after all.
Suddenly, as if it appeared out of nowhere, a cloak was draped on the Superior's arm, outstretched towards Zexion. "You will wear this from now on, all the time, unless directed otherwise," he said bluntly, offering it to Zexion. He took it, almost breaking his neck to look up at the other.
"Welcome, to Organization XIII."
[ IT'S CRAP. SHUT UP. ;A; ]
Name: Skri, Mandi, whatever floats yer boat.
Age: 14.
How Many Years Roleplaying: Considering I started in the summer going into 5th grade... About four and a half years?
Messengers:
Aim: Theenecessityx (Most used)
Yahoo: amandarose106
Youtube: BLaCKxMiDNiGHT
DeviantArt: Jeebusskribus
[&&]--About the Character--[&&]
Name: Zexion.
Age: 23.
Gender: Fem- I mean male.
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual.
Race: Nobody.
Side: Twilight.
[&&]--The Appearance--[&&]
••
••Eye Colour: It's merely a plain blue; it isn't ice sharp or as dark as night. The color simply sits in the middle.
Skin Colour: He has a slight tan, but to most he simply seems pale.
Hair: If you need two words to sum up Zexion's hair, it's simple: Scene hair. It's in various shades of blue, going from periwinkle, to royal blue, to even azure. However, the colors and streaks seem to be a little bit dull, not even close to hot bright they can be. His hair goes in various lengths in the front, with his bangs parting to the right. They range in length from his forehead to his chin, in a very choppy manner. In the back, however, it is completely short, not a single hair touching the middle of his neck.
His hair seems to be naturally spiked, although some days he touches it up with hairspray. Being such a bookworm, he doesn't really pay attention to how his hair looks; no matter how messy it is, it always seems to look presentable anyways.
Height: 5'0''.
Weight: Around 110lbs.
Clothing: Like several Organization members, Zexion's wardrobe consists of just about one thing; his cloak. It is well fitted for his slim body, zippered down from the top instead of the bottom to leave an opening for comfort when walking. Underneath, he wears black fitted pants and a long sleeved black shirt underneath; sometimes even black under armor in chilly places. Around his neck on his coat is a necklace, with two dangling stings from the hood to tighten it and hide his delicate face. Black gloves and shoes add a nice touch to him, giving the gist that he's meant to be undercover and unseen. And, of course, he's never seen without his book, whether it's in his hand, on his back, or in his pocket.
Halloween Town: See above.
Atlantica: Most likely he's in his normal clothes, but if he's out in the sea to have some fun, he turns into a half-human, half-dolphin. Feminine? I think so.
Pridelands: Most likely in his cloak, but otherwise a pale, silver lion with... emo hair. Basically it.
Alternate Universe: See the normal outfit.
[&&]--The Background--[&&]
Hometown: Christmas Town/Halloween town.
Family: The Organization, if that counts.
Personality: Zexion seems to have two sides to him; one shown more than the other, of course.
His one side is dark, mysterious, and a bit intellectual. He always plans his ideas out thoroughly, making sure every bit is perfect. He is seemingly always upset, wandering off in the dark by himself, head caught in the clouds. He is normally dark and cold to most people, unless he opens up to people, which is never very often. Every sentence that comes out of his mouth always has to have some kind of logic or big words that nobody can really understand much. If you're bothering to read this, I'm really sorry, I haven't roleplayed in almost a year, I'm working on my skills a little. Moving on, the main focus of this cloaked schemer is how he is misunderstood, and mainly just used for his brains in plan development within the organization.
His other side, which is shown about 5% of the time, is very down-to-earth. It came from his somebody, who was like this 95% of the time; he simply got the other half. He tends to be a very cheerful adult, actually knowing what the meaning of 'fun' is, being laid back, and not focusing on his smarts to excel in life. This is an extremely rare side, that almost nobody ever sees, but maybe somebody will someday.
Oh, and on a side note, Yaoi-wise, he's on bottom. fo' sho'.
[&&]--The Personal Info--[&&]
Weapon(s): His super special awesome book, Lexicon (Book of Retribution I think).
Ability/Abilities: illusion; he can mimic anybody's weapon, or a person, or even make copies of himself.
Any crushes?: No... Not yet at least.
[&&]--Role-playing Sample--[&&]
I'm sorry if this isn't my best, I haven't roleplayed in such a long time. Ask Boa. xD
"Cloaked Schemer. Number Six. Ienzo with an X... Zexion."
Voices, that's what the boy was hearing. He wasn't aware of where he was, what time it was, or even who he was. He was simply shrouded in darkness, peeling his way through nothing, simple space. After a couple moments, the room suddenly faded in, making it much brighter than Zexion expected. It didn't give his pupils enough time to shrink, so he had to shut his eyes from the blinding light.
He finally opened them, to see a tall man with gray hair and a crooked smile infront of him.
"What did you call me?" snarled the shorter one, folding his arms. All the superior could do was laugh.
"Zexion."
Startled, Zexion took a step back. He had read all about nobodies, how they're made, how they have no emotion.
He was now one of them. "You will feel no emotion, you have no memories from your past," Number One continued. "This is a new beginning for you, and any type of screw up will send you into eternal darkness. Do you understand?" cautiously, the other nodded, cold eyes glaring at the man. But, of course, he had no reason to glare- it was his fault for being consumed into this new life, after all.
Suddenly, as if it appeared out of nowhere, a cloak was draped on the Superior's arm, outstretched towards Zexion. "You will wear this from now on, all the time, unless directed otherwise," he said bluntly, offering it to Zexion. He took it, almost breaking his neck to look up at the other.
"Welcome, to Organization XIII."
[ IT'S CRAP. SHUT UP. ;A; ]
