Post by Zexion on Jul 15, 2008 12:08:47 GMT -5
Name: Zexion
Alias: Zexy, Zexi-ON (Likely you'll be book'd if you use this one), VI
Age: Exact age unknown. Assumed in his late teens to early twenties (18-24)
Gender: Male
Species: Nobody
Alignment: Arguably evil, arguably neutral.
Rank: VI (sixth) Member of Organization XIII
Home World: Ienzo, Zexion’s Somebody lived in Radiant garden as one of Ansem’s apprentices. Zexion himself lives in either The World That Never Was or more likely the basement of Castle Oblivion.
Personality:
Normally quiet and observant, Always seems to be act bitter towards anyone at first. He can be humoring around elder members, but doesn’t seem to be quite as warm towards the neophytes. Like his title suggests, he schemes… meaning he doesn’t jump head first into anything like some other organization members might do, oh no, he’ll make his plan in and take his time, often finding a way to deal with the problem without even getting his hands dirty. His hobbies are reading and cooking (many members have seemed to rely on him for cooking them meals when he’ll allow it) you might seen him doing something else, but nothing of much significance.
Appearance:
Zexion is probably one of (if not the most) shortest members there is. My guess is that he’d be around the height of 5’4-5’5. His skin is considerable pale (Mind you it’s probably from staying down in a laboratory for so long) but it’s mostly covered by the standard organization coat, gloves, and boots. His hair ranges from all sorts of different shades of blue that seem to darken as they reached the tip of his hair. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, can be considered indigo. Only one is viewable for his hair hangs over his left eye dubbing him with the nickname ‘emo’.
Weapon: Lexicon (>
fear the literature~ Bwahahaha…*cough*)
History:
Zexion, the "Cloaked Schemer", is a manipulator appearing in Chain of Memories. His original self was Ansem the Wise's youngest lab assistant, Ienzo, who convinced Ansem the Wise to build the underground lab for research., which ultimately ended in the lose of his and his comrades’ hearts.
Zexion has the ability to identify individuals by their scent and is able to sense when they die by noticing their scents fading, and seems to be able to do so from great distances. His power is over illusion, used to mimic others' weapons, disguise himself as others, and create duplicates of himself. His unique weapon is a lexicon; with it, he is able to send out a flurry of pages to attack the opponent and trap them into the pages.
Zexion met his untimely end when all went downhill at Castle Oblivion. The one responsible for his death was VIII, Axel, his own comrade. Axel convinced the replica of Riku Vexen had made that if he killed Zexion, he would be whole. This of course, was a farce.
Example of Role playing:
In a still room a figure sat rigidly in a chair positioned by the window, displaying the gloomy and dark world that they were condemned to. It appeared that they had been reading, a heavy novel as it seems. The Illusionist would have been enjoying his thick literature if it wasn’t for the constant interruptions made by the twelve other nobodies that the bluenette was unfortunate to be currently living with.
If stuff wasn’t being thrown around and broken then you could bet that some moron was chasing another, causing the racket you see. Although the schemer was in a considerable quiet room now, he still couldn’t concentrate on reading; the damage was already done, his concentration broken. He also had the suspicion that he could smell some sort of potion or acid in the air, no doubt it was knocked over in Vexen’s lab by one of the neophytes. In the very least he wouldn’t be alone for his particular hate for the newest members today. He mused.
The schemer placed his worn out book mark between the pages he’d been reading right before he slammed the book shut in frustration. They weren’t even loyal too, that was what really bothered the Schemer. They all made fake friendships, promising each other the world only to surely turn on each other when the time came. He was 100% convinced it would be their downfall.
Certainly number VI should have had a nice chat with the superior about the neophytes by now, but he had seriously doubted that much would have been done on just his account. Zexion sighed as he crossed the room; he paused as he opened the door, beloved lexicon in hand. Zexion, number VI of the might Organization XIII rolled his eyes…
…and moved just in time to not get a kunai lodged into his brain as a certain blond was seeming chasing down a certain redhead… Silently he glared down at the sharp object stuck in his Lexicon…
Someone was going to wish they were never born after he was done with them, oh yes.
Alias: Zexy, Zexi-ON (Likely you'll be book'd if you use this one), VI
Age: Exact age unknown. Assumed in his late teens to early twenties (18-24)
Gender: Male
Species: Nobody
Alignment: Arguably evil, arguably neutral.
Rank: VI (sixth) Member of Organization XIII
Home World: Ienzo, Zexion’s Somebody lived in Radiant garden as one of Ansem’s apprentices. Zexion himself lives in either The World That Never Was or more likely the basement of Castle Oblivion.
Personality:
Normally quiet and observant, Always seems to be act bitter towards anyone at first. He can be humoring around elder members, but doesn’t seem to be quite as warm towards the neophytes. Like his title suggests, he schemes… meaning he doesn’t jump head first into anything like some other organization members might do, oh no, he’ll make his plan in and take his time, often finding a way to deal with the problem without even getting his hands dirty. His hobbies are reading and cooking (many members have seemed to rely on him for cooking them meals when he’ll allow it) you might seen him doing something else, but nothing of much significance.
Appearance:
Zexion is probably one of (if not the most) shortest members there is. My guess is that he’d be around the height of 5’4-5’5. His skin is considerable pale (Mind you it’s probably from staying down in a laboratory for so long) but it’s mostly covered by the standard organization coat, gloves, and boots. His hair ranges from all sorts of different shades of blue that seem to darken as they reached the tip of his hair. His eyes are a dark shade of blue, can be considered indigo. Only one is viewable for his hair hangs over his left eye dubbing him with the nickname ‘emo’.
Weapon: Lexicon (>
fear the literature~ Bwahahaha…*cough*)History:
Zexion, the "Cloaked Schemer", is a manipulator appearing in Chain of Memories. His original self was Ansem the Wise's youngest lab assistant, Ienzo, who convinced Ansem the Wise to build the underground lab for research., which ultimately ended in the lose of his and his comrades’ hearts.
Zexion has the ability to identify individuals by their scent and is able to sense when they die by noticing their scents fading, and seems to be able to do so from great distances. His power is over illusion, used to mimic others' weapons, disguise himself as others, and create duplicates of himself. His unique weapon is a lexicon; with it, he is able to send out a flurry of pages to attack the opponent and trap them into the pages.
Zexion met his untimely end when all went downhill at Castle Oblivion. The one responsible for his death was VIII, Axel, his own comrade. Axel convinced the replica of Riku Vexen had made that if he killed Zexion, he would be whole. This of course, was a farce.
Example of Role playing:
In a still room a figure sat rigidly in a chair positioned by the window, displaying the gloomy and dark world that they were condemned to. It appeared that they had been reading, a heavy novel as it seems. The Illusionist would have been enjoying his thick literature if it wasn’t for the constant interruptions made by the twelve other nobodies that the bluenette was unfortunate to be currently living with.
If stuff wasn’t being thrown around and broken then you could bet that some moron was chasing another, causing the racket you see. Although the schemer was in a considerable quiet room now, he still couldn’t concentrate on reading; the damage was already done, his concentration broken. He also had the suspicion that he could smell some sort of potion or acid in the air, no doubt it was knocked over in Vexen’s lab by one of the neophytes. In the very least he wouldn’t be alone for his particular hate for the newest members today. He mused.
The schemer placed his worn out book mark between the pages he’d been reading right before he slammed the book shut in frustration. They weren’t even loyal too, that was what really bothered the Schemer. They all made fake friendships, promising each other the world only to surely turn on each other when the time came. He was 100% convinced it would be their downfall.
Certainly number VI should have had a nice chat with the superior about the neophytes by now, but he had seriously doubted that much would have been done on just his account. Zexion sighed as he crossed the room; he paused as he opened the door, beloved lexicon in hand. Zexion, number VI of the might Organization XIII rolled his eyes…
…and moved just in time to not get a kunai lodged into his brain as a certain blond was seeming chasing down a certain redhead… Silently he glared down at the sharp object stuck in his Lexicon…
Someone was going to wish they were never born after he was done with them, oh yes.
