Post by Teh Zexion on Sept 15, 2007 19:39:16 GMT -5
:c Right place xD? FEAR THE LITERATURE~
Name: Zexion
Nickname: Zee, Zexy(*shot*), Shorty(*betch slapped*), VI ~ Cloaked Schemer.
Species: Nobody
Age: Between 17 to 19.
Gender: Male
Position: VI in Organization XIII. Cloaked Schemer.
Weapon: A really big BOOK O=. So don't mess with him. You'll be thwacked!
Personality: Quiet and observent, VI is a schemer by nature, much more comfortable with the idea of planning before dirtying his own hands. Zexion is noticably more warm towards the older members rather than the newer, most probably believing them to be too immature. He prefers to scheme, rather than jumping straight into a situation and ending up in trouble like some other members of Organization XIII. He enjoys to read and...scheme, obviously. Although he's not quite the shortest in the Organization XIII, Zexion is rather sensitive about his height, and doesn't like being called shorty (You'd probably get thwacked by his BOOK.). However, he doesn't have anger management problems. He just doesn't like being bothered when he's reading. Or scheming. Or being told how very close Zexy is to the word-- ~Shot~
Appearance: kh2.ffsky.cn/pic/char/13/zexion02.jpg Zexion's right eye is completely covered by strands of blue hair, ranging from a silvery-grey blue, to almost navy as it reaches towards the tip, giving him a very moody and sulky appearance. His skin's quite pale, though most of his skin is concealed under the standard Organization XIII cloak he wears, consisting of black gloves and boots, and the black cloak itself. Because of the way his hair shades one of his deep blue eyes, he's been famously dubbed as 'emo'. Zexion's definitely not the tallest of Organization XIII, probably about 5'5 to 5'6, also earning him the reputation of being short.
History: Ienzo grew up in the beautiful city, Radiant Garden, studying science and striving for success. He didn't grow up in the best circumstances, steering himself away from friendship, either due to shyness, or simply because he wanted to focus on education, he excelled in logic and creativity, he could've been described as cold and distant from other people, though it was not the case; Ienzo could be very charming and pursuasive when he wished. He was raised by his mother, who detatched herself from the son that reminded her so much of her husband. If her cold actions hurt Ienzo, he didn't mention it, rather he just responded by distancing himself from his mother in return, keeping that same cool demeanor that stayed with him for most of his life. Ienzo didn't care for friendship at fifteen, and preferred to stay in his room and study, ready for school the next day.
At between the age fifteen to sixteen, the intelligent teen became an apprentice to Ansem The Wise, assisting him and the other apprentices in their studies of the heart and its workings. The other scientists believed his youth to symbolize immaturity, though Ienzo proved them all wrong, excelling more than ever, breaking into ideas untapped before, creating new and logical theories each week. Using his natural gift of pursuasion, Ienzo convinced Ansem that they should continue their research and build an underground lab for research. He was succesful, and down there was where he lost his heart to Darkness. Thus, a Nobody was born.
Pets: D= He once owned a very pretty turtle called Myrtle. He always was a poet at heart, our Zexy. (Though it wasn't always a turtle. It started out as a very pretty kitty. But there was an unfortunate accident involving Yzma's lab and Myrtle became a turtle.) But Vexie started experimenting on poor Myrtle and it died. He promises THIS time, his next pet, whatever Species it may be, will not be victimized.
Roleplay Sample: The gentle thudding of boots against the marble floor of the Castle That Never Was echoed loudly across the colourless walls as the Cloaked Schemer made his way down the lengthy corridors, an extremely peeved expression on his young face. At least one unintelligent neophyte had managed occupied every room he visited somehow, determined to prevent him from being able to read in peace for just once. Oh, annoyed was an understatement. He would never possibly begin to understand how any of them could ever actually prove useful to the Organization. They just took up space, as far as he could tell. Everywhere he turned there'd be an idiot, eager to annoy. Demyx, Axel, Luxord~
VI was reaching breaking point. He didn't think he could take much more of their nonsense.
"Hey, shorty--"
Bam! Zexion smirked behind his hand in satisfaction at the pleasing sound of a rather large book connecting with the offender's nose.
"Dat wuth uncalled for! Whu' I doo!?"
Zexion smirked, an almost arrogant look flashing through his face. Perhaps now there would be a little more respect for him across the Castle.
~ <3
Name: Zexion
Nickname: Zee, Zexy(*shot*), Shorty(*betch slapped*), VI ~ Cloaked Schemer.
Species: Nobody
Age: Between 17 to 19.
Gender: Male
Position: VI in Organization XIII. Cloaked Schemer.
Weapon: A really big BOOK O=. So don't mess with him. You'll be thwacked!
Personality: Quiet and observent, VI is a schemer by nature, much more comfortable with the idea of planning before dirtying his own hands. Zexion is noticably more warm towards the older members rather than the newer, most probably believing them to be too immature. He prefers to scheme, rather than jumping straight into a situation and ending up in trouble like some other members of Organization XIII. He enjoys to read and...scheme, obviously. Although he's not quite the shortest in the Organization XIII, Zexion is rather sensitive about his height, and doesn't like being called shorty (You'd probably get thwacked by his BOOK.). However, he doesn't have anger management problems. He just doesn't like being bothered when he's reading. Or scheming. Or being told how very close Zexy is to the word-- ~Shot~
Appearance: kh2.ffsky.cn/pic/char/13/zexion02.jpg Zexion's right eye is completely covered by strands of blue hair, ranging from a silvery-grey blue, to almost navy as it reaches towards the tip, giving him a very moody and sulky appearance. His skin's quite pale, though most of his skin is concealed under the standard Organization XIII cloak he wears, consisting of black gloves and boots, and the black cloak itself. Because of the way his hair shades one of his deep blue eyes, he's been famously dubbed as 'emo'. Zexion's definitely not the tallest of Organization XIII, probably about 5'5 to 5'6, also earning him the reputation of being short.
History: Ienzo grew up in the beautiful city, Radiant Garden, studying science and striving for success. He didn't grow up in the best circumstances, steering himself away from friendship, either due to shyness, or simply because he wanted to focus on education, he excelled in logic and creativity, he could've been described as cold and distant from other people, though it was not the case; Ienzo could be very charming and pursuasive when he wished. He was raised by his mother, who detatched herself from the son that reminded her so much of her husband. If her cold actions hurt Ienzo, he didn't mention it, rather he just responded by distancing himself from his mother in return, keeping that same cool demeanor that stayed with him for most of his life. Ienzo didn't care for friendship at fifteen, and preferred to stay in his room and study, ready for school the next day.
At between the age fifteen to sixteen, the intelligent teen became an apprentice to Ansem The Wise, assisting him and the other apprentices in their studies of the heart and its workings. The other scientists believed his youth to symbolize immaturity, though Ienzo proved them all wrong, excelling more than ever, breaking into ideas untapped before, creating new and logical theories each week. Using his natural gift of pursuasion, Ienzo convinced Ansem that they should continue their research and build an underground lab for research. He was succesful, and down there was where he lost his heart to Darkness. Thus, a Nobody was born.
Pets: D= He once owned a very pretty turtle called Myrtle. He always was a poet at heart, our Zexy. (Though it wasn't always a turtle. It started out as a very pretty kitty. But there was an unfortunate accident involving Yzma's lab and Myrtle became a turtle.) But Vexie started experimenting on poor Myrtle and it died. He promises THIS time, his next pet, whatever Species it may be, will not be victimized.
Roleplay Sample: The gentle thudding of boots against the marble floor of the Castle That Never Was echoed loudly across the colourless walls as the Cloaked Schemer made his way down the lengthy corridors, an extremely peeved expression on his young face. At least one unintelligent neophyte had managed occupied every room he visited somehow, determined to prevent him from being able to read in peace for just once. Oh, annoyed was an understatement. He would never possibly begin to understand how any of them could ever actually prove useful to the Organization. They just took up space, as far as he could tell. Everywhere he turned there'd be an idiot, eager to annoy. Demyx, Axel, Luxord~
VI was reaching breaking point. He didn't think he could take much more of their nonsense.
"Hey, shorty--"
Bam! Zexion smirked behind his hand in satisfaction at the pleasing sound of a rather large book connecting with the offender's nose.
"Dat wuth uncalled for! Whu' I doo!?"
Zexion smirked, an almost arrogant look flashing through his face. Perhaps now there would be a little more respect for him across the Castle.
~ <3