Post by azra on Nov 12, 2007 18:59:48 GMT -5
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Other Character(s)
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N/A.
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Ixion Lykos
Character Age: 18
Character Gender: Female
Character Race: Nobody
Character Position: Neutral
Character Personality: Ixion, the Nobody to Ioni, is a quiet individual. When she does speak, it comes out in a growling threat, for her icy temper is short. Even though this wrathful Nobody easily engages into arguments, she doesn't hold grudges, nor believes in vengeance. Ixion knows that things happen, and albeit her natural reaction is to smash everything she dislikes, she gets over it easily.
When Ixion is silent, she is normally plotting someone's doom, which is almost always. Her anger is cold, calculating and often relentless. On the very rare occasion she's not pissed off, Ixion is anti-social, but calm. This is the time where one can see she was once human, for she often likes to idealize about Paradise; how things could be better and how to get there.
Character's Appearance: Ixion's a tall, lanky young woman. She stands just short of 6' and looks as if she has no muscle. Her slender limbs are pale in pallor, dotted with freckles on several plains of her body. Across Ixion's narrow face is where they run rampant the most, reddening the edges of her pale blue eyes. Ixion's hair is strawberry blond, running into a braid that swings itself to her ankles. Her extraordinarily long hair is normally hidden by a dark green cloak, since she prefers to keep the hood up most of the time.
Under her cloak -which is severely different than the Organization's- Ixion wears a very simple outfit of a black knee-length skirt and tank top. However, her boots have an intricate lace styling up to her thighs, depicting Nobody hearts and feathers along with a few locks. The only solid piece of her boots are the soles, toes and heels. Around Ixion's left ankle is a silver bangle, with a realistic metal eyeball hanging by its optic nerve.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Ironside
Weapon Appearance: Ixion's paladin axe has a yew wood handle, wrapped in a leather thong for gripping at the end. The blade itself is almost always sharpened and polished, a firebird etched onto one of its flat surfaces, with the head seeming to coil from the end of the weapon, creating a hook on which to grab weapons with.
Abilities:
Hands Off!
Attempt to grab an enemie's weapon with Ironside's 'hook'. If it is impossible to pull the target foe's weapon away, then endeavor to hold it in control.
Unseen Muscle
Ixion has abnormal amount of strength for her lithe stature, which grants her the ability to not only wield her axe, but lift things, kick things, or generally cause havoc upon random items with more strength than a 160 lb., 5' 10" 18-year-old should.
Empathy
A rather wild skill that allows Ixion to sense how others are feeling. This isn't to be confused with people's intentions, although emotions often betray those. This is a uncontrolled emotion, so it tends to come and go as it pleases -often at her disgruntle.
Additional Abilities:
Special Abilities:
Summons:
Items:
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Character History
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Ixion awoke one day in the Darkness, not remembering anything. She wore a mildly uncomfortable outfit, entirely in leather despite the shoes, with her anklet and Ironside wrapped around a dark green cloak. Stripping of the leather pants and corset, Ixion wrapped herself in the soft silk of her hooded cloak, wandering for what seemed a week. It was actually two days until the Nobody found a portal, blacker than the darkness around her. Hesitantly, she stepped in it to find herself in a desert with a massive city rising from its sands before her. The cloak was stifling warm, her hair sticking almost everywhere on her body. Wandering in, nobody seemed to pay heed to the weary woman.
But, a lovely lady came, her black hair held in several places and outfit cut to reveal more skin than it was covered. But, the woman offered help to the Nobody, not yet knowing of what she was. She accepted, and followed back to her hut. Ixion was given her clothes, though kept the boots considering their comfort and mystery. Advised to keep the cloak on, for Ixion's pale skin would fry under the sun, she was also given a tie for her hair. That night, while imposing on the older woman's hospitality, white creatures (Nobodies) came. Under the gurgled shrieks of the kind woman, Ixion was grabbed and dragged to where another portal lay.
However, fearing the unknown, confused and angered, Ixion struck back. She managed to gather her own feet and fled the white monsters. They, unlike the nice woman, had no emotion emanating from their being. The things weren't meant to exist, that was for sure, but there were far too many to destroy. Despite over whelming urges to destroy nearly everything surrounding her, Ixion hid from the creatures the rest of the night.
After several weeks of hiding in Agrabah, Ixion found her natural Nobody ability to transport via portal. So she did, once more entering the Darkness, yet emerging in another city. One far different. Heat was gone, replaced by a mild coldness. The town was full of cobblestoned streets and homes, bright neon lights blaring into Ixion's eyes. In the half-darkness she could see the name of the town; Traverse Town.
Unknowing of what she is, or the things that are happening around her, Ixion now resides there. Temporarily, as she plans it, for the possibility of white monsters following her is very real...
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Other
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Ixion doesn't know she's a Nobody, and assumes she's a normal person. She avoids other Nobodies, figuring them enemies, as the same would probably go for Heartless. Also, because she's new made and her ignorance, she isn't a part of Organization XIII.
Other Character(s)
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N/A.
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General Character Information
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Character Name: Ixion Lykos
Character Age: 18
Character Gender: Female
Character Race: Nobody
Character Position: Neutral
Character Personality: Ixion, the Nobody to Ioni, is a quiet individual. When she does speak, it comes out in a growling threat, for her icy temper is short. Even though this wrathful Nobody easily engages into arguments, she doesn't hold grudges, nor believes in vengeance. Ixion knows that things happen, and albeit her natural reaction is to smash everything she dislikes, she gets over it easily.
When Ixion is silent, she is normally plotting someone's doom, which is almost always. Her anger is cold, calculating and often relentless. On the very rare occasion she's not pissed off, Ixion is anti-social, but calm. This is the time where one can see she was once human, for she often likes to idealize about Paradise; how things could be better and how to get there.
Character's Appearance: Ixion's a tall, lanky young woman. She stands just short of 6' and looks as if she has no muscle. Her slender limbs are pale in pallor, dotted with freckles on several plains of her body. Across Ixion's narrow face is where they run rampant the most, reddening the edges of her pale blue eyes. Ixion's hair is strawberry blond, running into a braid that swings itself to her ankles. Her extraordinarily long hair is normally hidden by a dark green cloak, since she prefers to keep the hood up most of the time.
Under her cloak -which is severely different than the Organization's- Ixion wears a very simple outfit of a black knee-length skirt and tank top. However, her boots have an intricate lace styling up to her thighs, depicting Nobody hearts and feathers along with a few locks. The only solid piece of her boots are the soles, toes and heels. Around Ixion's left ankle is a silver bangle, with a realistic metal eyeball hanging by its optic nerve.
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Battle Information
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Weapon Name: Ironside
Weapon Appearance: Ixion's paladin axe has a yew wood handle, wrapped in a leather thong for gripping at the end. The blade itself is almost always sharpened and polished, a firebird etched onto one of its flat surfaces, with the head seeming to coil from the end of the weapon, creating a hook on which to grab weapons with.
Abilities:
Hands Off!
Attempt to grab an enemie's weapon with Ironside's 'hook'. If it is impossible to pull the target foe's weapon away, then endeavor to hold it in control.
Unseen Muscle
Ixion has abnormal amount of strength for her lithe stature, which grants her the ability to not only wield her axe, but lift things, kick things, or generally cause havoc upon random items with more strength than a 160 lb., 5' 10" 18-year-old should.
Empathy
A rather wild skill that allows Ixion to sense how others are feeling. This isn't to be confused with people's intentions, although emotions often betray those. This is a uncontrolled emotion, so it tends to come and go as it pleases -often at her disgruntle.
Additional Abilities:
Special Abilities:
Summons:
Items:
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Character History
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Ixion awoke one day in the Darkness, not remembering anything. She wore a mildly uncomfortable outfit, entirely in leather despite the shoes, with her anklet and Ironside wrapped around a dark green cloak. Stripping of the leather pants and corset, Ixion wrapped herself in the soft silk of her hooded cloak, wandering for what seemed a week. It was actually two days until the Nobody found a portal, blacker than the darkness around her. Hesitantly, she stepped in it to find herself in a desert with a massive city rising from its sands before her. The cloak was stifling warm, her hair sticking almost everywhere on her body. Wandering in, nobody seemed to pay heed to the weary woman.
But, a lovely lady came, her black hair held in several places and outfit cut to reveal more skin than it was covered. But, the woman offered help to the Nobody, not yet knowing of what she was. She accepted, and followed back to her hut. Ixion was given her clothes, though kept the boots considering their comfort and mystery. Advised to keep the cloak on, for Ixion's pale skin would fry under the sun, she was also given a tie for her hair. That night, while imposing on the older woman's hospitality, white creatures (Nobodies) came. Under the gurgled shrieks of the kind woman, Ixion was grabbed and dragged to where another portal lay.
However, fearing the unknown, confused and angered, Ixion struck back. She managed to gather her own feet and fled the white monsters. They, unlike the nice woman, had no emotion emanating from their being. The things weren't meant to exist, that was for sure, but there were far too many to destroy. Despite over whelming urges to destroy nearly everything surrounding her, Ixion hid from the creatures the rest of the night.
After several weeks of hiding in Agrabah, Ixion found her natural Nobody ability to transport via portal. So she did, once more entering the Darkness, yet emerging in another city. One far different. Heat was gone, replaced by a mild coldness. The town was full of cobblestoned streets and homes, bright neon lights blaring into Ixion's eyes. In the half-darkness she could see the name of the town; Traverse Town.
Unknowing of what she is, or the things that are happening around her, Ixion now resides there. Temporarily, as she plans it, for the possibility of white monsters following her is very real...
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Other
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Ixion doesn't know she's a Nobody, and assumes she's a normal person. She avoids other Nobodies, figuring them enemies, as the same would probably go for Heartless. Also, because she's new made and her ignorance, she isn't a part of Organization XIII.
I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao