Post by Teh Zexion on Sept 30, 2007 18:38:04 GMT -5
Name: Her Original name was Lane~ Possibly...Xalen? Though it sounds like a boy's name oO
Nickname: As long as it's not shorty, you'll probably live...
Age: Roughly 13-14
Gender: Female
Species: Nobody
Position: XVII of Organization XIII
Weapon: She uses two long, extremely sharp daggers. They're almost long enough to be counted as swords, but not quite. They're good for defence as well as attack, and they're fun to throw around. Unless you're like...what she's aiming at. Then it's not so fun. o.o;
Appearance: Xalen's eyes are dark brown, lined with black eyeliner. Her hair's dyed a different colour almost every week, ranging from brown, to black, to pink, to purple, to dark blue, and so on... Her hair's around shoulderlength, sometimes pulled up in a scruffy ponytail, though she insists it's messy on purpose. She has high cheekbones, and beneath her Organization coat wears a range of styles. She's of reasonably slender build and lithe, though not extremely skinny by any means.
Element: Delusion~ Nuu, this is not like Zexion! Her delusions are more destructive, and have the potential to drive a person insane with love, fear, or bitterness. Yep, she can be pretty cruel if you steal her bubble gum ice cream.
Personality: Xalen's independent, clumsy, and pretty darn blunt. If you ask her if you look fat in a lovely pair of skinny jeans, and she believes you do, she'll just bluntly tell you she thinks you look fat in them. Who cares if it hurts your feelings? It's Xalen's world. She's got an attitude on her, and a temper to match. She's girlish, but doesn't mind at all hanging out with boys. In love with music, she's not embarrassed to be found singing and dancing around the Castle. You tell her she's a clumsy idiot with serious issues? She'll most probably ask Xigbar to shoot you or something. Because Xalen takes no one's trash.
History/Background: Lane doesn't enjoy talking about her past, since most of it is a blur to her. She remembered having a fight with an ex-boyfriend, and even almost winning. It was then that a flurry of Heartless had shown themselves, and chaos broke lose. Lane was thrown into a tree, fighting with what little strength she had left against two Neoshadows. She has no idea what happened to her ex-boyfriend, but she doesn't like to think it was him that called all those Heartless. The next thing she remembered was waking up in Darkness, feeling confused and alone.
Roleplay Sample:
"G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S!" XVII twirled, laughing loudly.
No, she wasn't on crack.
No, she wasn't drunk.
No, she wasn't even hyper.
She was just singing. Again.
"Wow," she giggled, facing the other members occupying the room. "You guys are such geeks, you know? SING, LOSERS!"
Pirouetting quickly, she hopped onto the table top and turned up the volume on the radio. "GLAMOROUS! YEAH!" she yelled, swinging her hips shamelessly. "I'M WITH LOSERS!" She sang, strangely, in tune to 'I'm in first class'.
Sighing, the Nobodies daren't say anything. They knew the young girl had done something the previous week when Zexion had boldly commented on her saneness. He had refused to leave his room for eight days so far, besides on missions, which he would only ever carry out on his own.
They had no idea what she had done to the man.
But they were sure they didn't need to know.
Nickname: As long as it's not shorty, you'll probably live...
Age: Roughly 13-14
Gender: Female
Species: Nobody
Position: XVII of Organization XIII
Weapon: She uses two long, extremely sharp daggers. They're almost long enough to be counted as swords, but not quite. They're good for defence as well as attack, and they're fun to throw around. Unless you're like...what she's aiming at. Then it's not so fun. o.o;
Appearance: Xalen's eyes are dark brown, lined with black eyeliner. Her hair's dyed a different colour almost every week, ranging from brown, to black, to pink, to purple, to dark blue, and so on... Her hair's around shoulderlength, sometimes pulled up in a scruffy ponytail, though she insists it's messy on purpose. She has high cheekbones, and beneath her Organization coat wears a range of styles. She's of reasonably slender build and lithe, though not extremely skinny by any means.
Element: Delusion~ Nuu, this is not like Zexion! Her delusions are more destructive, and have the potential to drive a person insane with love, fear, or bitterness. Yep, she can be pretty cruel if you steal her bubble gum ice cream.
Personality: Xalen's independent, clumsy, and pretty darn blunt. If you ask her if you look fat in a lovely pair of skinny jeans, and she believes you do, she'll just bluntly tell you she thinks you look fat in them. Who cares if it hurts your feelings? It's Xalen's world. She's got an attitude on her, and a temper to match. She's girlish, but doesn't mind at all hanging out with boys. In love with music, she's not embarrassed to be found singing and dancing around the Castle. You tell her she's a clumsy idiot with serious issues? She'll most probably ask Xigbar to shoot you or something. Because Xalen takes no one's trash.
History/Background: Lane doesn't enjoy talking about her past, since most of it is a blur to her. She remembered having a fight with an ex-boyfriend, and even almost winning. It was then that a flurry of Heartless had shown themselves, and chaos broke lose. Lane was thrown into a tree, fighting with what little strength she had left against two Neoshadows. She has no idea what happened to her ex-boyfriend, but she doesn't like to think it was him that called all those Heartless. The next thing she remembered was waking up in Darkness, feeling confused and alone.
Roleplay Sample:
"G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S!" XVII twirled, laughing loudly.
No, she wasn't on crack.
No, she wasn't drunk.
No, she wasn't even hyper.
She was just singing. Again.
"Wow," she giggled, facing the other members occupying the room. "You guys are such geeks, you know? SING, LOSERS!"
Pirouetting quickly, she hopped onto the table top and turned up the volume on the radio. "GLAMOROUS! YEAH!" she yelled, swinging her hips shamelessly. "I'M WITH LOSERS!" She sang, strangely, in tune to 'I'm in first class'.
Sighing, the Nobodies daren't say anything. They knew the young girl had done something the previous week when Zexion had boldly commented on her saneness. He had refused to leave his room for eight days so far, besides on missions, which he would only ever carry out on his own.
They had no idea what she had done to the man.
But they were sure they didn't need to know.