Post by Maxxy on Jun 21, 2009 3:43:11 GMT -5
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All About You[/color]
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Name| Larxene
Age| ??
Gender| Female
Race/Species| Nobody
Alignment| Organization XIII
Loyalty| N/A
Personality|
Larxene, deep within her charming exterior, Larxene hides the sadistic, manipulative nature that her organization knows her so well by. She loves nothing more than to toy with a person’s emotions, attacking them psychologically before bringing any harm to them physically. Even among her comrades, she tends to mess with their heads a little. Perhaps because of this, no one really gets a good look into Larxene’s mind.
Larxene, after her supposed destruction by Sora in Castle Oblivion, was trapped in darkness for several years. During that time, she had nothing to do but think. That led to a metamorphosis of her mind. When she reemerged from that world of nothingness that had enveloped her, she had changed. She still loved to play, to torture, to toy with people. But now she did it with a purpose. Her mind had begun to move like clockwork: cold logic replacing heated instinct.
Appearance|
Larxene’s small stature, lithe build, and soft featured face all mask her nature. She’s never without her cloak, and it’s very rare that she has her hood up. She prefers to stare others in the eyes when she meets them, when she toys with them. Either that, or she simply loves showing off her hair. The locks are a light blonde color, and the main body of her hair is neck length. She has two lengths of hair that arc back rather similarly to a shadow’s antennae.
Larxene’s small face constantly holds a look of sly innocence, accented by a smooth, curving jawline. Her eyes are a bright color of blue, accented by the trademark black circle that identifies her as a nobody. The eyes are always soft, yet somehow piercing. It’s as if she’s examining so much more than what she can see. Her thin lips are permanently curved into a sly smile, so much so that she has to exert more effort than normal to form a frown that doesn’t look like a false pout.
History|
Larxene’s past is largely unknown, even to her. She’s actually rather like an amnesiac, though she doesn’t particularly care for her memories. She does, however, remember emotion, as most amnesiacs seem to. And she wants it back.
Larxene’s earliest memories are of herself as a nobody, defending herself in the midst of a mass of shadow heartless. It was around that time that her lightning elemental powers appeared, and the entire swarm of shadows disappeared with a shock.
Larxene ran, and began to wander. She was a lost girl, newborn, almost. She realized that she couldn’t feel. She had no emotions; only the memories of what she once felt, so as most nobodies do, she began emulating the emotions. It wasn’t until she joined the organization that she truly came into her own personality. Cute and fun and flirty on the outside, cold and caustic on the inside. Even though she was ranked twelfth, she treated the others just as she would any random person she met, toying with them and their emotions (Or lack thereof). The only exception was Marluxia.
Marluxia was ranked number 11 in the organization, and he absolutely fascinated the rookie nobody. She saw on his outermost layer a near mirror image of how she herself thought and felt. He had no concern for anyone else. Not even her, she knew. He aspired to be far more than a mere number 11. He wanted everything for his own. Screaming mad greed packaged in a calm, beautiful face. The only thing that excited her more than being in the same organization as this man was the fact that they were both stationed in Castle Oblivion.
It was in Castle Oblivion that she and Marluxia planned to overthrow the Organization. It was a simple plan, really. Rewrite the memories of the keyblade master using that useful wench, and then use him to defeat the superior and take over the organization. And it would have gone perfectly if Axel hadn’t let the girl go.
To shorten a very long story, Larxene confronted the Keyblade Master’s party, the escaped Naminè, and the replica of Riku that Vexen had created. Naminè was no danger, and the Riku Replica fell without much of a fight when she revealed its true nature to it. Her fight with Sora was epic, really. However, her rash maneuvers proved to be her downfall, and she was defeated.
Where she was after that, she couldn’t say. It was dark. No, not dark, simply…empty. There was truly nothing there. She couldn’t see anything, hear anything, or feel anything. However, her mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. Her loss. She mulled the fight over and over again in her mind, replaying and replaying time after time. She had no idea how long she floated there thinking of that single battle, but eventually, as all beings are prone to do, Larxene allowed her mind to wander.
She wondered if Marluxia had succeeded even without the help of the nobody girl. Well, that didn’t really matter. She was dead, after all. Well, sort of. Or something. How long had she been here? How long would she remain? Perhaps…perhaps if she could still think, then she still existed. If she still existed, she could escape from wherever she was. And if she escaped, she would be sure never to make the same mistake again. She would never lose to such a group of rugrat losers again.
It was at that time that she had the strangest vision she’d ever had. She saw a forest, or perhaps a jungle. There were a lot of trees, and that was all she could see. But floating there, in the middle of the forest, was a yellow orb. She didn’t know what it was, but she took the memory to heart (So to speak). It would come in handy later, she felt. Still, if she was going to get out of here, she would need a plan for what to do when she got back, so she began plotting.
She’d lost track of time again, if time was even a factor in this empty world she was in. Looking back, though, it had felt like years. Even as she stepped out of the dark portal, she was unsure of when she was, how long she’d been gone. She’d popped up in a peculiar place indeed. What stood in front of her was a savage reminder of the time she’d lost. A gargantuan clock. What was it called again, Big Ben? She was even floating all on her own. She’d almost forgotten she could do that. With a bit of a wobble, Larxene set herself down on the open ledge of the clocktower. She stretched, and then smiled. She’d rest here for a while, and then it would be right into business. She certainly hadn’t been planning all that time for nothing.
For the time being, she decided not to leap right back into the Organization. She instead became a temporary traveler, wandering around and gathering information. She’d discovered with a minor shock (Though not truly a major one) that Xemnas had been beaten almost a year ago. She knew not to get her hopes up though. If SHE was back, certainly that blowhard of a superior would be walking around too, somewhere. Either way, the best course of action at this point would be to return to the Castle That Never Was. Homeward bound, then. She smiled to herself as her new dark portal engulfed her form once more.
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With Great Power…
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Weapons|
Larxene’s kunai knives (named as a set: ‘Éclair’ which is French for lightning) hold the noticeable shape of the symbol of the Nobodies. She has 8 of them, 4 for each hand. The original material is unknown, but they hold a distinctly yellow color. The blue accents on the kunai leave a blue streak when thrown, however they can also be used as a set of slashing weapons while still being held in hand. The kunai have the unique ability to act as a conduit and channel Larxene’s lightning powers through them. She can charge them with electric before she throws them so that they cause an electrical discharge when they hit something, or she can shoot them with lightning after they have landed which will cause the lightning to change direction. The kunai appear when she wills them to, and they disappear when she’s done with them. She has a limitless supply.
Abilities|
Items| None
Fighting Style| Larxene is extremely versatile, so she has a largely unpredictable style of fighting. She constantly switches between long and short range combat, throwing kunai one instant, and in the next closing in to slash at the dodging opponent. She doesn’t wait for opponents to open up, but simply keeps putting pressure on them until they break. In fact, she treats every fight like a game. She’s simply playing with her toys, and if they break? More toys can be easily found. Her one major weakness is that she is, despite her inhuman strength, very fragile. She tends to avoid physical damage of any form. It should be noted that while getting wet does hinder her elemental abilities, it does not in any way affect her speed, strength, or the sharpness of her kunai.
Other Information| {Anything that didn’t fit above, put here.}
RP Sample|
The blonde woman appeared with the unmistakable sound of a dark portal opening. She stared around at her surroundings. Water. Water everywhere. She rolled her eyes a little, but smiled and started walking towards the town in the distance. What she was looking for should be somewhere between here and there. The remnants of that battle should still be here, even though it had been a year or more.
In fact, she didn’t have to go far. It was right there, at the end of the dock. She could almost feel the turmoil that had taken place. The desperate struggle of the keyblade master against the heartless that wouldn’t die. The stench that the cursed chest had left all over the area made her lift a hand to her nose. She wondered if anyone else could sense the remains of the curse, or if it was just her imagination. With one hand still perched on her nose, she began scanning the open area between the dock and the town.
Humph…
Not even a splinter. No matter, there were plenty of other things she could use. The keyblade master must have dumped the thing into the ocean, and she was NOT about to go deep sea diving for some stupid chest that would probably break apart halfway back to the surface. She retreated to the docks and glanced at the two sleeping guards. With a light smile, she realized that the trip wouldn’t be a TOTAL waste of time. Just as the dark corridor sprang back up, a bolt of lightning struck the space between the two men and sent them both careening into the sea, where they surfaced just after the portal had sunk back into the ground.
All About You[/color]
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Name| Larxene
Age| ??
Gender| Female
Race/Species| Nobody
Alignment| Organization XIII
Loyalty| N/A
Personality|
Larxene, deep within her charming exterior, Larxene hides the sadistic, manipulative nature that her organization knows her so well by. She loves nothing more than to toy with a person’s emotions, attacking them psychologically before bringing any harm to them physically. Even among her comrades, she tends to mess with their heads a little. Perhaps because of this, no one really gets a good look into Larxene’s mind.
Larxene, after her supposed destruction by Sora in Castle Oblivion, was trapped in darkness for several years. During that time, she had nothing to do but think. That led to a metamorphosis of her mind. When she reemerged from that world of nothingness that had enveloped her, she had changed. She still loved to play, to torture, to toy with people. But now she did it with a purpose. Her mind had begun to move like clockwork: cold logic replacing heated instinct.
Appearance|
Larxene’s small stature, lithe build, and soft featured face all mask her nature. She’s never without her cloak, and it’s very rare that she has her hood up. She prefers to stare others in the eyes when she meets them, when she toys with them. Either that, or she simply loves showing off her hair. The locks are a light blonde color, and the main body of her hair is neck length. She has two lengths of hair that arc back rather similarly to a shadow’s antennae.
Larxene’s small face constantly holds a look of sly innocence, accented by a smooth, curving jawline. Her eyes are a bright color of blue, accented by the trademark black circle that identifies her as a nobody. The eyes are always soft, yet somehow piercing. It’s as if she’s examining so much more than what she can see. Her thin lips are permanently curved into a sly smile, so much so that she has to exert more effort than normal to form a frown that doesn’t look like a false pout.
History|
Larxene’s past is largely unknown, even to her. She’s actually rather like an amnesiac, though she doesn’t particularly care for her memories. She does, however, remember emotion, as most amnesiacs seem to. And she wants it back.
Larxene’s earliest memories are of herself as a nobody, defending herself in the midst of a mass of shadow heartless. It was around that time that her lightning elemental powers appeared, and the entire swarm of shadows disappeared with a shock.
Larxene ran, and began to wander. She was a lost girl, newborn, almost. She realized that she couldn’t feel. She had no emotions; only the memories of what she once felt, so as most nobodies do, she began emulating the emotions. It wasn’t until she joined the organization that she truly came into her own personality. Cute and fun and flirty on the outside, cold and caustic on the inside. Even though she was ranked twelfth, she treated the others just as she would any random person she met, toying with them and their emotions (Or lack thereof). The only exception was Marluxia.
Marluxia was ranked number 11 in the organization, and he absolutely fascinated the rookie nobody. She saw on his outermost layer a near mirror image of how she herself thought and felt. He had no concern for anyone else. Not even her, she knew. He aspired to be far more than a mere number 11. He wanted everything for his own. Screaming mad greed packaged in a calm, beautiful face. The only thing that excited her more than being in the same organization as this man was the fact that they were both stationed in Castle Oblivion.
It was in Castle Oblivion that she and Marluxia planned to overthrow the Organization. It was a simple plan, really. Rewrite the memories of the keyblade master using that useful wench, and then use him to defeat the superior and take over the organization. And it would have gone perfectly if Axel hadn’t let the girl go.
To shorten a very long story, Larxene confronted the Keyblade Master’s party, the escaped Naminè, and the replica of Riku that Vexen had created. Naminè was no danger, and the Riku Replica fell without much of a fight when she revealed its true nature to it. Her fight with Sora was epic, really. However, her rash maneuvers proved to be her downfall, and she was defeated.
Where she was after that, she couldn’t say. It was dark. No, not dark, simply…empty. There was truly nothing there. She couldn’t see anything, hear anything, or feel anything. However, her mind was focused on one thing and one thing only. Her loss. She mulled the fight over and over again in her mind, replaying and replaying time after time. She had no idea how long she floated there thinking of that single battle, but eventually, as all beings are prone to do, Larxene allowed her mind to wander.
She wondered if Marluxia had succeeded even without the help of the nobody girl. Well, that didn’t really matter. She was dead, after all. Well, sort of. Or something. How long had she been here? How long would she remain? Perhaps…perhaps if she could still think, then she still existed. If she still existed, she could escape from wherever she was. And if she escaped, she would be sure never to make the same mistake again. She would never lose to such a group of rugrat losers again.
It was at that time that she had the strangest vision she’d ever had. She saw a forest, or perhaps a jungle. There were a lot of trees, and that was all she could see. But floating there, in the middle of the forest, was a yellow orb. She didn’t know what it was, but she took the memory to heart (So to speak). It would come in handy later, she felt. Still, if she was going to get out of here, she would need a plan for what to do when she got back, so she began plotting.
She’d lost track of time again, if time was even a factor in this empty world she was in. Looking back, though, it had felt like years. Even as she stepped out of the dark portal, she was unsure of when she was, how long she’d been gone. She’d popped up in a peculiar place indeed. What stood in front of her was a savage reminder of the time she’d lost. A gargantuan clock. What was it called again, Big Ben? She was even floating all on her own. She’d almost forgotten she could do that. With a bit of a wobble, Larxene set herself down on the open ledge of the clocktower. She stretched, and then smiled. She’d rest here for a while, and then it would be right into business. She certainly hadn’t been planning all that time for nothing.
For the time being, she decided not to leap right back into the Organization. She instead became a temporary traveler, wandering around and gathering information. She’d discovered with a minor shock (Though not truly a major one) that Xemnas had been beaten almost a year ago. She knew not to get her hopes up though. If SHE was back, certainly that blowhard of a superior would be walking around too, somewhere. Either way, the best course of action at this point would be to return to the Castle That Never Was. Homeward bound, then. She smiled to herself as her new dark portal engulfed her form once more.
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With Great Power…
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Weapons|
Larxene’s kunai knives (named as a set: ‘Éclair’ which is French for lightning) hold the noticeable shape of the symbol of the Nobodies. She has 8 of them, 4 for each hand. The original material is unknown, but they hold a distinctly yellow color. The blue accents on the kunai leave a blue streak when thrown, however they can also be used as a set of slashing weapons while still being held in hand. The kunai have the unique ability to act as a conduit and channel Larxene’s lightning powers through them. She can charge them with electric before she throws them so that they cause an electrical discharge when they hit something, or she can shoot them with lightning after they have landed which will cause the lightning to change direction. The kunai appear when she wills them to, and they disappear when she’s done with them. She has a limitless supply.
Abilities|
- Lightning Elemental: Larxene has mastery over the lightning element, giving her complete control over electrical attacks. This also means that any lightning-based attacks, instead of doing damage, actually return health to her. She cannot, however, use her powers when she is soaking wet. And I don’t care what the manga says; she does NOT blow up when she gets wet.
- Agility: Larxene is quite possibly the fastest member of Organization XII. She can move with such speed that she appears to teleport around the area.
- Strength: Although she looks dainty, Larxene has performed amazing feats of strength. With one hand, she can pick up the Riku Replica. With one kick, she nearly killed a weakened Sora. While she generally relies on her speed, weapons, and Thunder element, she can do some major damage with normal, physical attacks.
- Electric Kunai: Larxene can perform various attacks with her Kunai by charging them with electricity. Most often, she simply charges them with electricity and throws them, increasing damage and causing an electrical discharge when they hit, which creates some splash damage upon impact. She can also fire electricity at kunai which have already been thrown, and use the kunai as a conduit to change the lightning’s direction. If performed in a chain, she can bounce a single bolt of lightning off of all 8 kunai, creating an attack that is difficult to dodge.
- Cloning: Larxene shows another rare ability, even among the Organization. She has the ability to create fully functioning clones. The clones can act independently of the original Larxene. The clones can take a small amount of damage before being vanquished, but can appear where Larxene wills them and can attack simultaneously, making her all the more annoying to try to hit. She can generally create up to two clones at once.
Items| None
Fighting Style| Larxene is extremely versatile, so she has a largely unpredictable style of fighting. She constantly switches between long and short range combat, throwing kunai one instant, and in the next closing in to slash at the dodging opponent. She doesn’t wait for opponents to open up, but simply keeps putting pressure on them until they break. In fact, she treats every fight like a game. She’s simply playing with her toys, and if they break? More toys can be easily found. Her one major weakness is that she is, despite her inhuman strength, very fragile. She tends to avoid physical damage of any form. It should be noted that while getting wet does hinder her elemental abilities, it does not in any way affect her speed, strength, or the sharpness of her kunai.
Other Information| {Anything that didn’t fit above, put here.}
RP Sample|
The blonde woman appeared with the unmistakable sound of a dark portal opening. She stared around at her surroundings. Water. Water everywhere. She rolled her eyes a little, but smiled and started walking towards the town in the distance. What she was looking for should be somewhere between here and there. The remnants of that battle should still be here, even though it had been a year or more.
In fact, she didn’t have to go far. It was right there, at the end of the dock. She could almost feel the turmoil that had taken place. The desperate struggle of the keyblade master against the heartless that wouldn’t die. The stench that the cursed chest had left all over the area made her lift a hand to her nose. She wondered if anyone else could sense the remains of the curse, or if it was just her imagination. With one hand still perched on her nose, she began scanning the open area between the dock and the town.
Humph…
Not even a splinter. No matter, there were plenty of other things she could use. The keyblade master must have dumped the thing into the ocean, and she was NOT about to go deep sea diving for some stupid chest that would probably break apart halfway back to the surface. She retreated to the docks and glanced at the two sleeping guards. With a light smile, she realized that the trip wouldn’t be a TOTAL waste of time. Just as the dark corridor sprang back up, a bolt of lightning struck the space between the two men and sent them both careening into the sea, where they surfaced just after the portal had sunk back into the ground.
