Post by Mephiles on Jun 2, 2007 12:31:36 GMT
~Mephiles~
Username: mephiles
Characters(And the one you are making):
Mephiles
~Mephiles' Info~[/center]
Character Name: Mephiles Shadowflame
Age: 14
Gender: Male
Appearence: Mephiles is medium-height, and medium-size. He has a long raccoon-tail style hair that is Deep black, and He has dark green eyes that shimmer in the moonlight. His skin colour is pale, but not extremely pale. he wears a dark red T-shirt with the skull and crossbones sign on the front normally, along with dark blue trousers, dark blue shoes and a black armband on each wrist. He also wears a baseball cap when he can.
Personality: Adamant. When he starts to do something, he won't stop at it until it's done, or it's impossible. He is also angered very easily, but can also be calmed very easily, unless it's gone too far. He likes to make friends, provided they're not stupid fools who can't fight at all.
Weapons: Flame of the sun (Bright red Keyblade)
Summons: None
Magicks/Magics: Cure, Fire, Thundara
History: There isn't much he remembers. Long ago, for a reason he cannot remember, he was hit with a stroke of Amnesia, and the best he remembers is his own name. He believes he knew something about the future, but he cannot remember what it was, he hopes to regain his memory some time soon, and discover his origin. He thinks he was born in hollow bastion, but he's not so sure, in fact, he's not sure about anything but his own name! Strangely enough, his brother Matt gave him His keyblade as a birthday present, another thing he remembers, the bond he shares with his siblings. Sadly, he was seperated from them long ago, and it was afterwards that he was hit by the amnesia. Failing to find them, and unsure of whether that had been striked by it aswell, he set off on his own path to recover his mind.
Alignment(Good, bad, neutral): Neutral
Race: Human
Role-Play Ex: Mephiles stared at the raging pool of lava before him, and the pillar of destructive flame above it. He faltered for a moment, stepping backwards into the dark cavern behind him, then stopped. He pulled out his Keyblade, aimed at the flames, and fired.
^ Type one
Mephiles Pulled out his keyblade, his eyes pools of flame. He swiped at the invisble foe, striking thin air. He knew it was hopeless, but he didn't care. He tried every spell he knew, fire, thundara, iceaga, but none worked. He smashed, crashed, bashed and lashed, but didn't manage to hit his nemesis.
^ type two
Mephiles lay down on the grass underneath the tree, thousand's of thoughts bursting through his mind. He couldn't assemble them, and check them one by one, so he let them all fly, snatching what he could out of each. He turned over in the bedroll, and cursed loudly. He knew it was the heartless who stole it, it had to be, who else would?
^ type three.
