Post by Demyx on Jul 25, 2007 15:22:57 GMT
~Your Info~
Username: Helena .____.
Characters(And the one you are making): none as of yet DX
~Character Info~
Character Name: Demyx
Age: 17 (I would guess around that old)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Demyx wears the standard black organization XIII cloak . His hair is a cross between a mullet and a Mohawk, which is called by some a “Mulhawk”.
His eyes are an aqua color.
Personality: Demyx seems to act like a happy/cheerful person, Though it seems almost impossible because he's not supposed to have a heart. Although Demyx may claim that nobodies do have hearts, they don’t. Demyx doesn’t like fighting and avoids it as much as he can.
Weapons: A sitar >:3 (need I explain it? >.> fine XD) A large blue instrument that Demyx uses to summon water clones.
Summons: Water clones…
Magicks/Magics: Control over water.
History: Demyx is first seen fooling around in the underworld. The first time Sora interacted with him was when he had his hood up which covered his face as he ran by Sora and into a portal will saying “Run, run away!”
Later on Sora and gang run into Demyx a second time. At first Demyx addressed Sora as ‘Roxas’. After Sora didn’t respond to being called ‘Roxas’, Demyx used aggression to liberate his true disposition. After being beaten by Sora, Demyx retreated into a dark portal.
The next time Sora and gang had encountered Demyx was just before the fight with a thousand heartless. A few comments were exchanged before Sora and Demyx fought for the second time. At the end of the fight Demyx dissolved into nothingness.
Position(Good, bad, neutral): Evil >.> like… Organization wise…
Race: Nobody~
Role-Play Ex: A hooded figure stepped out of a dark portal and into the underworld. He glanced to both sides warily. He hadn’t really wanted to come here; personally he thought that they were sending the wrong guy.
A gloved hand reached down into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He gingerly opened it and skimmed over it the paper crackled under the movements of his fingers. After a moments pause he re-folded the piece of paper up and placed it back into his pocket.
Nervously he picked a direction and started to walk. “May as well get this over with” He grumbled as he continued to walk through the cold damp underworld. A shiver ran up his spine, He had a bad feeling about this. It wasn’t that he was afraid or anything, because that was impossible. After taking in a long sigh he continued into the dark of the underworld cautiously looking back one more time.
((fixed XP))
Username: Helena .____.
Characters(And the one you are making): none as of yet DX
~Character Info~
Character Name: Demyx
Age: 17 (I would guess around that old)
Gender: Male
Appearance: Demyx wears the standard black organization XIII cloak . His hair is a cross between a mullet and a Mohawk, which is called by some a “Mulhawk”.
His eyes are an aqua color.
Personality: Demyx seems to act like a happy/cheerful person, Though it seems almost impossible because he's not supposed to have a heart. Although Demyx may claim that nobodies do have hearts, they don’t. Demyx doesn’t like fighting and avoids it as much as he can.
Weapons: A sitar >:3 (need I explain it? >.> fine XD) A large blue instrument that Demyx uses to summon water clones.
Summons: Water clones…
Magicks/Magics: Control over water.
History: Demyx is first seen fooling around in the underworld. The first time Sora interacted with him was when he had his hood up which covered his face as he ran by Sora and into a portal will saying “Run, run away!”
Later on Sora and gang run into Demyx a second time. At first Demyx addressed Sora as ‘Roxas’. After Sora didn’t respond to being called ‘Roxas’, Demyx used aggression to liberate his true disposition. After being beaten by Sora, Demyx retreated into a dark portal.
The next time Sora and gang had encountered Demyx was just before the fight with a thousand heartless. A few comments were exchanged before Sora and Demyx fought for the second time. At the end of the fight Demyx dissolved into nothingness.
Position(Good, bad, neutral): Evil >.> like… Organization wise…
Race: Nobody~
Role-Play Ex: A hooded figure stepped out of a dark portal and into the underworld. He glanced to both sides warily. He hadn’t really wanted to come here; personally he thought that they were sending the wrong guy.
A gloved hand reached down into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. He gingerly opened it and skimmed over it the paper crackled under the movements of his fingers. After a moments pause he re-folded the piece of paper up and placed it back into his pocket.
Nervously he picked a direction and started to walk. “May as well get this over with” He grumbled as he continued to walk through the cold damp underworld. A shiver ran up his spine, He had a bad feeling about this. It wasn’t that he was afraid or anything, because that was impossible. After taking in a long sigh he continued into the dark of the underworld cautiously looking back one more time.
((fixed XP))